Cuckoldry Descent In Older Age. Chapter 5.... free porn video

Chapter 5: Cuckold at last – meeting the new reality ...

Story so far:
Chris has finally become a subservient cuckold, this happening soon after Mandy saw the video of his submission to Xena and Pam. Mandy might have been able to have accept the fact that he was a sexual midget, despite Xena’s insistent coaching to the contrary. But her disgust at Chris' weak-willed, self-debasing behavior with Xena made up her mind for her. She would now be inviting in men that excited her, and who had the equipment. And as and when she wanted. She now knew Chris was a creep. He could stay, but only as her houseboy and cuck. He would be tolerated only in a subservient capacity. Self-gratification was verboten without her explicit permission. House service to Mandy would predominate. He would wear a servant’s uniform when required (a maid uniform donated by Xena). He would be required to successfully complete cuck training with Xena, maintain a high standard of house service, and ensure positive feedback when Mandy loaned him out for servant duty. His need for sexual humiliation was grudgingly acknowledged, but any indulgence by Mandy would be subject to his service performance levels. Mind made up, Mandy finally cucked Chris for the first time with Peter, coming three times, issuing in a dramatic change of life for her newly emasculated houseboy.

The following week was frantic. Mandy didn’t waste any time. She told Xena that with immediate effect she was available for the guys Xena had on stand by for her. She called Xena and scheduled the start of cuck training for the week following.

Xena rang me fifteen minutes later. My heart jumped. She got straight down to business: “Listen pindick. You heard what Mandy said?” I swallowed and stammered “Y...Ye..Yes Xena.” My heart was beating so fast, my mouth was dry. I could barely put the words together. “Now. I’ll be around next Tuesday to start your training. My training fee is $1000 a week, in cash, every Tuesday, until your training is complete. Got that? Be ready 11 sharp - waiting on your haunches with the money in your hand. Mandy will explain.”

My mind was thrashing in overload as I listened to her. So much was happening. My life was changing. Everything was upside down. Thoughts were racing through my mind and I could barely think straight. But one thing I knew was that submission to Xena was a gift. The humiliation I had received from her and Pam was deeply imprinted on my mind. And I wanted more. Speaking to me now, though, she sounded unfriendly and mercenary. But I knew she was an expert at humiliation and wanted it no matter what. She continued: “Now listen carefully. And don’t mess this up. There’s this guy who’s expecting you to arrange a time for him to visit Mandy; and maybe with one or two of his friends. Preferably today. So, call him. Understood? Now that Mandy was actually to be with other men on a regular basis, I felt a sort of reality check. How would I deal with these guys? Peter has been pretty nasty. Smacking me around. I was still sore. And spitting in my face. And Mandy had encouraged him. Three guys could be a nightmare. I liked women humiliating me. But men? I loved the idea of men fucking Mandy. But having them turn aggressive on me, I still wasn’t so sure about. Maybe it would come.

Suddenly I was aware of Xena screaming down the phone: “Are you there, fuckwit? Stop wasting my time. Are you stupid or something? What don’t you understand? I stammered a reply: “S..So..Sorry Xena. I’ll do it right away.” She gave me his name and number. Then hung up. I inwardly groaned. I knew him. He was the son of one of my golf partners. He’d even played with us a few times. He was a big pushy sort of guy in his forties. Very confident. Knew it all. I’d also met him a few times at gatherings. And I could understand why Xena has selected him for Mandy. Tall and muscular, legs and arms built like steel. Everything about him was big. Cock as well, no doubt. He worked as a builder. His name was Mike.

I looked across at Mandy who was staring somewhat quizzically at me. Eventually I spoke, feeling my face going bright red, not quite knowing how to go about this: “It was Xena. She’s ….. I mean there’s this guy. … I’ve got to call him. There’s …. “

Mandy butt in and spat out: “What the fuck are you talking about?

I replied: “Sorry Mandy. It’s just me having to come to terms with all this. I desperately want to be your cuckold. I guess it will take a little while for things to settle in my mind. Anyway, Xena says she’s arranged for John’s son to come around to see you. You know. Mike. The builder. I’ve got to call him with a time. He wants to come today if possible.

Mandy laughed out loud: “You poor fuck. He’ll eat a wimp like you alive. Xena mentioned Mike was one of the guys she’d locked in for me. OK, get him here at 6. And when you call him, have the phone on speaker. I want to listen in. Don’t let him know.

I dialled his number and put it on speaker. He answered gruffly, in a loud voice: “This is Mike. Who’s that? I was suddenly aware how intimidated I felt. I could barely speak above a whisper: “Hello Mike. This is Chris. You know, Mandy’s husband.”

I waited for him to reply, which he did without pause. He was obviously waiting for me: “Ah yes! The pindick creep. The cuckboy. The guy who can’t even get it up to fuck his own wife. Xena told me about you. And listen up. Next time you’re at the golf course, make sure you join me and my buddies for a drink afterwards. I’ll really enjoy the look on their faces as you tell them about your 'domestic arrangements’.'” He laughed crudely.

I looked across at Mandy. She was sitting on the sofa, rolling with suppressed laughter. I felt myself going red. This felt like real humiliation, watching my wife enjoy me being treated like a piece of shit by this guy.

“Well ... are you there or not, cuck? Speak up, for fucks sake!” Mike screamed down the phone. I could still only manage a throaty whisper: “Mike, sorry, but Mandy asks if you can come over at 6?”

He followed up: “Oh? And what does Mandy have in mind? Is there anything in particular she’d like me to do when I get there?” I heard him laugh and say something to someone there with him. Sounded like a woman.

I felt sweat form on my brow. I looked across at Mandy, who was smiling, with her left eyebrow raised, as if encouraging me to tell him. I swallowed with difficulty and then heard myself whisper: “I think she would like to have sex with you.” There was a long silence and I started to panic. I then heard myself say: “Please, Mike?”

He responded: “And how do you feel about that, Chris? What would you like me to do with your wife? Perhaps you could explain and tell me more clearly. Maybe use the right words. What would you like me to do with Mandy?”

I swallowed: “I’d like you to fuck her please Mike.”

He responded: “That’s not very clear. Say it as if you mean it. Say her name. And respect her - acknowledge she's your wife.”

I swallowed again: “Thank you, Mike, please, I want you to come around and fuck Mandy, my wife.”

He laughed out loud, and continued: “Actually, I think you should probably beg me not ask me. Can you do that, you little turd?” There was silence. I thought how best to respond. Then I heard mumbling on the other end. Someone was speaking to him, though I couldn’t make out what was being said. Then Mike spoke again: “In fact, come to think of it, cuckboy, you will beg. Call me back on FaceTime.” He hung up.

I looked across at Mandy who by now was laughing uncontrollably. I could see tears coming out of her eyes. She looked at me and commanded: “So CUCKBOY”, she mimicked, “Call him back!”

I called and pressed video. He answered after half a dozen rings. I could see he was sitting at a table next to an older woman, grinning at me. The woman was probably in her early fifties. Then I recognized her as Lena, Mike’s sister. She worked part time behind the bar at the golf club, where I’d once had a run in with her when she messed up a drinks order. That had been a mistake. She really took me to task and reported me for rudeness. I’d been called in for a dressing down. Since then, any service had been met with animus. Lena made it more than clear she didn’t like me whenever I went to the bar. I also remembered meeting her socially on one or two occasions when she’d deliberately snubbed any attempts I made to normalize relations. She just walked away. But she wasn’t walking away now though. Clearly, she was intent on seeing me humiliated by her brother. I could only imagine what she’d say to her co-workers at the club.

Mike spoke: “So dickhead, you remember Lena. Say hello to Lena, Chris. She wants to hear what you have to say. By the way, we’re on record. I'm videoing this. For training and quality, of course! I watched them both laugh. They may not be as smart as me. But I was the one looking the fool.

I stuttered out a greeting. Lena said nothing but her smile extended into an evil grin, much like her brother’s. Mike continued: “OK, I’m listening. Let’s hear it.” I swallowed. I knew where this was going. Lena wanted to watch me humiliated and I knew this would end up in trouble for me. She would have no qualms outing me to others. I knew many of her friends. With a video recording of me begging Mike to come over and fuck Mandy, she would have a time bomb. She would use it to go out of her way to humiliate me with others. And looking at her gloating face, I could see she knew she had me. I had no choice if I wanted to continue with Mandy. Bit by bit I could see I was going to be reduced to a social joke – everywhere I went – to be known as a pathetic cuck, who watched his wife being fucked. And a house servant who was obliged to demean himself even to get jerking rights.

I looked across and saw Mandy watching me intently. Looking back at the phone, I could see Lena was doing the same. This was indeed a moment of truth. From now on there was no turning back. So, what else could I do? Nothing! So I committed: “Mike. Sir. I beg you. I beg you to come around and fuck Mandy. My wife. She suggests you come around at 6. Please come. Mandy has asked me to serve you both when you come so I’ll be sure to have things in readiness for you.

Mike responded: “Well .... that’s nice, cuckboy. You servile creep.” He turned to look at his sister: “Lena, what do you think? Did he beg well enough?”

Lena looked me up and down, clearly thinking how she could make this any worse for me. She spoke: “Well let’s see, cuck boy. Why can’t you look after Mandy yourself? Is there something wrong with you? Are you one of those men with a little willy?

I swallowed. She was obviously intent on dragging me as low as possible. “Yes, Lena. It’s too small for Mandy and she won’t have sex with me.”

She looked across at Mike, who was smiling ear to ear. She finally had me completely exposed and helpless. She spoke to Mike: “Well, Mike, I think I’d like to teach pindick a little lesson. I will never forget his rudeness at work towards me. How dare he!” Mike nodded at her and told her to go ahead and do whatever she wanted.

She continued: “Actually, I wonder even if he’s even got any balls. Probably a couple of peas dangling from his micro-dick! She looked back at me and continued: “Well, you pathetic little cunt. Pull down your pants and let‘s see.”

I looked over helplessly at Mandy. There was definitely no sympathy there. She was smiling broadly and simply nodded her head in assent as she heard Lena. I slowly pulled them down and peered at the display with shame. There below my gut the dick sat in in its usual shriveled state, encased in its cage, balls hanging listlessly below in their ill fitting sac.

Lena clapped her hands and laughed out loud. She looked across at Mike: “Look!” she exclaimed out loud. “ He’s wearing a cage! Well, I can see why Mandy wants you around, Mike. How pathetic can a man get? Can’t even use his dick without permission. There he is, dick in a cage. Actually, correction. Not even a man.” I saw her head move close to the screen as she peered at my genitals. She then turned back to me: “Move the camera closer, you loser. Let me see it close up.”

I moved the phone down to point at the cage and heard her laugh. Then exclaim: “Poor Mandy. He couldn’t even fuck a flea. They probably don’t make cages small enough for dicks like that!” Then she shouted, no doubt presuming I would have trouble hearing her: “Back here, cunt! Lift up the phone! Let's see your face” I did so and she continued, looking intently at me: “Can you piss in that thing?”

I nodded. She clapped her hands and said gleefully: “Well let’s see then. You don’t mind, do you Mike.” She stopped and turned her head to Mike and then thought for a moment, before she continued: “ Yes. That’s it. That’s what you’re going to do, pindick. You’re going to drink your own piss. Go get a glass. I want to see you piss into it. Then you’ll drink it. Is that clear?”

The shock must have shown more than transparently on my face. Everyone was laughing. Mandy too, though struggling not to make a noise. Lena commanded: “ Well - get on with it!” I went to get a glass and came back. With my left hand, I pressed the end of the cage into the top of the glass and waited. Nothing came. Lena got impatient: “Hurry up, cunt. Get on with it.” Slowly, urine started to trickle out. Then it turned into a stream, almost filling the tall glass so that I had to hold back to stop it overflowing. I waited. Lena needed no prompting: “Drink it, pissface!”, she commanded. I put the glass to my mouth and emptied it. It tasted terrible.

I looked at Lena and saw her grinning from ear to ear, then watched her turn to Mike and say: “Mike, make sure you send me the video.”. Then she walked out of camera without looking back. Mike then spoke: “OK, you pathetic little turd. Now that we’ve had our fun, get out of my sight. Be ready for me at 6.” With that, he hung up.

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Mandy looked across at me with what could only be described as a mix of disgust and pity. She spoke: “My God. What a creep you are. To think I once let you fuck me! Ugh! Anyone can put you in your place. What a pathetic wimp. Asking him to PLEASE fuck me. Well the bad news is YOU certainly won’t be seeing any fucking when he’s around. Just make sure you’re ready to greet him. … in your uniform of course.”

With that she looked pitilessly at me. “And by the way, I thought I told you to address alphas as Sir. Don’t ever forget that again. And don’t forget the curtsy when he arrives. She continued: “So about tonight. Make sure the house is clean and tidy. Make up my bed with clean sheets and pillow cases. Clean the bedroom and bathroom floor; and the toilet. Then go get the food and drinks ready. Get it done by 4:30, then come to my bedroom. I need you to shave my cunt ready for Mike. Then I’ll need a douche. I’ll have the stuff ready for you.”

“Oh, and now I think about it, you’d better clean out my backside. Maybe Mike’s into arse fucking. Who knows? Better do that first.” “Oh. And just so you’re aware. You will go to your room and close the door when we go up for sex. Is that understood? I’ll call on your phone when we’re ready for clean up. Make sure you're ready when I call.”

“Now, one other thing. Xena told me to make sure you jerk off before any men come around. She was quite adamant about that, at least til you’re fully trained. She says it’s like turning the screws on a cuck. If there’s no libido, there’s no sexual excitement for them knowing their wife’s being fucked. I like that. She wants you to come to terms with what you are – a servile monkey – a nothing. She doesn’t want you being distracted by your cock. This may apply when she comes around next week. If so, you’ll jerk off before she comes. And by the way, Xena says you’re to jerk off on your haunches. And that's your default position whenever she comes around.

She went on: “That reminds me. She gave me these.” She went into her bag and pulled out a pair of Velcro straps. “Come over here.” She signaled for me to get down. I went onto my knees. Without warning, she smacked me across the face, saying: “ Your haunches, stupid!” I attempted to do so but immediately fell over. She walked over and kicked me in the crotch while I lay on the floor. I curled up in pain, but there was no mercy. “ “Get up for Christ’s sake. What’s the matter with you?”

I quickly scrambled and finally managed to get onto my haunches. She then proceeded to strap my wrists to my ankles. “Now practice getting around the house like that. Xena wants you to be able to move quickly on command in that position. She’ll be testing you next week. Make sure you get up to speed.”

“And one more thing. From now on you'll eat off the floor, like a dog. Once again, that’ll change only when Xena’s completed your training. She wants a demonstration when she comes around too. She wants you hungry and thirsty for that. So no food or liquid that day.”

With that she left me on my own, and I didn’t see her til later that day. In the meantime, I hobbled around as best as I could. Practicing. .......

At 4:30, Mandy shouted out and called me into her bedroom. I hobbled in. I was thirsty and hungry, having spent much of the day sitting on the floor, unable to eat or drink. Mandy was naked. She came over and released my hands from my ankles and unlocked my cage: “ First things first. On your knees and jerk off.” I got down in front of her and started pulling. It was only half erect, giving me trouble as usual. But I persisted, trying to get off of the humiliation of her watching me jerk to command, and knowing I knew she was about to be fucked by Mike. I rapidly worked thumb and forefinger back and forward, watching her smile down at me in a heartless manner.

Suddenly, she stood up and grabbed a pair of tissues from the box beside the bed. She held them out and I took them with my other hand: “And make sure – any squirting, girlie, and you squirt into these.” she spat, “I don’t want any mess on my floor.” She loved reminding me that I couldn’t ejaculate like a man any more – only squirt some watery liquid. But that was all I needed – real, contemptuous humiliation. I felt myself come urgently and moved quickly to ensure the watery liquid that squirted out was absorbed by the tissues, and the floor kept clean.

Mandy pouted at me, looking askew at the wet tissues in my hand. She pointed to the waste bin and I scuttled over in obedience. She then pointed to the bedside table, where there was a large bowl, a water jug partially filled with soapy water, a large diameter plastic syringe with a short rubber hose connected on the end, a water glass, a vaginal douche, some perfume spray and a safety razor. She spread a towel on the bed and lay back on it, lifted her legs up and moving her knees apart. She placed her hands behind them. Then she spoke: “First my back passage - inside and out. Use your fingers to clear it. Then use the syringe to flush it out until it’s drinkable. I want the last flush into that glass. You’ll drink that. Then shave my cunt. When that’s all done, douche me out and spray the perfume inside. Make sure it smells good. Got it?“ I nodded submissively and began the process.

She closed her eyes as I did the work. She was clearly very relaxed about me preparing her to be fucked by Mike. Her anal passage didn’t need too much work and it was soon clean. Even so, drinking the water was a bit of a trial. But I managed. Carefully, I then shaved her pubis and around her labia, and removed any hair beneath. And I could see she was enjoying the attention, since she started to liquid up.

As I looked down at her cunt, I remembered back to when I was allowed to have sex with her. And pulling her lips apart with the fingers of my left hand, I was visually reminded how big she was inside. It was no wonder she was so disinterested in fucking me. It wasn’t just that my cock was so small. It was that it was a complete under-kill inside her - my penis didn’t even touch the sides. As I began cleaning her out, I realized how hopeless I had been.

I inserted the douche into her cavity and squirted. I could see her muscles tense and watched as the water, now filled with small white flecks, propelled back out into the bowl. I felt my cock react inside its cage, and thought back to Peter, who’d been ramming her only a few days earlier. There was no doubt she’d felt him. I’d never seen her so aroused. I kept working on the douching til she was pristine. Then, holding her open once again, I sprayed the perfume inside and moved back.

Mandy stood up, went over to get my cage, returned and put it back on: “Better keep it under control just in case. I don’t think Mike will be the least bit interested in seeing your micro-dick. Now, tidy up the bed and clean up the equipment. Remember what’s there and keep it in your room. You’ll get it all ready next time. And put on your uniform and go down and clean up the sink and prepare the nibbles. You'll find the uniform in my walk in robe. And wear one of my bras under it - fill it with some socks. And you’ll find some frilly panties in my drawer. Use the pink ones. I suspect Mike will enjoy seeing you in those. Remember, when we go up to fuck, keep out of the way. Go to your room and keep quiet. I’ll call you on your phone when we’re ready. And make sure you’re on your toes. We won’t want any delay.”

I started on my tasks. I put on the uniform and looked in the mirror. There was no doubt. I looked pathetic. But at least wearing one of Mandy’s bras helped mask my big gut. And I liked the fact that my cage was clearly visible beneath the short skirt. And I didn’t dare tell Mandy this. I was still horny, even though I'd jerked off. The thought of listening to Mandy being fucked by this guy was overpowering for me. I would definitely not be in my room. I’d be standing outside Mandy’s bedroom to get off on hearing him ramming her. The bed squeaked, so there’d be no doubt as to what was going on. And I couldn’t wait to be allowed to get my head between her legs and tongue Mike’s cum out of her. My God was I feeling horny!

I went downstairs and prepared the food and put some bubbly in an ice bucket. I put the nibbles in the lounge and got out two glasses. Then, looking at my watch I could see Mike would arrive in about 15 minutes. I rushed around in a panic to make sure all was ready. Then I heard the door bell and ran to the door to greet Mike for Mandy.

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En route, I passed Mandy, who was sitting on the lounge, now eating some of the nibbles. She was dressed in a short skirt and a light colored, see through top, clearly no bra. I could see her nipples were already hard, unmissable peaks against the chiffron top. And I doubted she’d have any pants on. Her hair was nicely coiffed, and she was wearing make-up. She looked stunning.

I opened the door to see Mike there with an older woman. What a shock. I knew her. It was Margie, the womans' President at the golf club. She had quite a reputation for being tough . I knew quite a few members who were scared of getting offside with her. She had been known many times to cut people down to size. And not only women. I guess she would have been in her late 50s. Tall and skinny, no tits as far as I could tell. Tiny backside. She’d been the one who’d given me a dressing down after I’d been rude to Mike’s sister. She’d even threatened to ban me from the club if I did it again. She certainly didn’t like me, and she’d never failed to let me know it. And there’d be little doubt why she was here. Mike must have told her I was there for the taking and she now was here to do her worst. I saw her look over my uniform and smile. Her face creased noticeably as she did so.

Then Mike spoke: “On your knees, you little cunt!” I quickly complied. Mike was a big guy with a quick temper. As I got down, he lifted his shoe up and stuck its sole in my face: “Lick!”, he spat at me from above. I did so and kept doing so til he put the shoe down. I couldn’t help noticing how big his shoe was. It must have been at least a 16. I wore 8s. “Now Margie!” Margie thought for a moment, then took of her shoes and poked her left foot into my face. She now spoke for the first time: “Suck them, you pussy. And open your mouth!” As I did so, she jammed her foot into my mouth and nearly choked me. I started sucking. As I was doing this, I noticed Mike go into the house.

Margie took her foot out of my mouth and then put the other one in. While I continued sucking, Margie spoke further: “Well, you know Chris, I think I’m really going to enjoy myself tonight. I’ve got to say, the tales I’ve heard about you from Mike and Xena are quite something; and they clearly all boil down to one indubitable fact - you are a weak, pathetic little man. I am going to enjoy taking you apart while Mike’s fucking Mandy! And good for her. And you know what? There’s not a fucking thing you can do about it. Perfect for a little sadist like me. And maybe, like Henry, the little husband, you’ll enjoy it too.” With that, she pulled her foot out of my mouth, picked up her shoes and walked into the house.

I stood up and followed her. In the lounge, Mike and Mandy were sitting next to each other nibbling away. Mandy must have poured the bubbly, as they had glasses in front of them.

Mandy greeted Margie: “ Well this is a surprise. Mike mentioned he’d brought you around to use Chris. Sounds good. Use him any way you like.”

“Thanks,” Margie replied.

“No problem,” Mandy answered, “By the way. Just one thing. When Mike and I are finished we’ll need the worm in for cum clean up. I’ll call on your phone when were ready, if that’s OK?” I listened intently while they spoke but also focused on watching Mike start to feel Mandy up. One hand was fondling her breasts, the other between her legs. Mandy’s legs were well apart, and I could now see quite clearly that she had nothing on under her skirt.

Mike then looked over at me: “Stop gawping, you prick! And get onto your knees. And keep your eyes down. Is that clear?”

“Yes,” I replied, and quickly got down onto my knees.

“Yes what?!”, he roared.

“Yes, Sir”, I quickly replied, keeping my eyes downward.

As I did that, Margie spoke: “OK, worm, show me the cock cage I’ve been hearing about. I’ve got to see the micro-dick everyone’s talking about – Xena, Pammie, Lena. You’re quite famous. I have to see if you can take the record from Henry. Didn't think anyone could be smaller than him.”

I might have known the word would spread. Well, I’d certainly got what I’d wished for!

Anyway, I quickly obliged, pulling up my skirt and pulling the panties aside. Margie got onto her haunches in front of me, though clearly not without difficulty. As she did so, her knees separated for a moment and I got a glimpse of her crotch. She wasn’t wearing anything either. And she was hairy.

She reached out and grabbed the cage in her right hand, pulling it towards her. I quickly corrected my balance, to make sure I didn’t fall over. I watched her inspect me. She continued: ”I see what they mean. It’s like a little boy’s penis, isn’t it, Chris? I reckon you’ll give actually Henry a run for his money. Sort of a man-clit like his. We'll have to arrange a measuring party. Ah. And I can see....a weeny little erection too. Looks like a little finger. You must be you enjoying this? Are you?”

I gulped: “Yes, Margie.”

Margie turned around to speak to Mandy: “Mandy, would it be OK if the cage came off? With what I have in mind, the cage might get in the way.”

I quickly glanced over and saw Mandy reach around her neck, take off the key chain and throw it to Margie. I could also see her top and skirt were now off. Looking at her, there was no doubt she was an attractive woman, unlike Margie, who was as ugly as sin and super skinny to boot.

I saw that Mike was now sucking noisily on one of Mandy’s tits while finger fucking her. And I could see Mandy was in her element. Mikes trousers were open, and I could see what could only be described as a monster erection poking out, with Mandy’s small hand wrapped around it - at least around half of it, I should say. It was huge! Even bigger than Peter. So that’s what you get with size 16 shoes It had to be well over 8 inches, with an unbelievable girth and a large head - big, purple and shiny.

I knew Mandy would be in heaven when it was inside her. I truly felt happy for her and only wished I could have watched her come.

Mandy was lovingly massaging his shaft up and down while his fingers worked her cunt. As I watched, Then, to my surprise, I found myself visualizing Mike’s huge dick in my mouth, sucking on it. I realised I was virtually salivating at the thought.

But I was quickly brought back to the present. Margie was taking off the cage and, in the process, rather rough handling my genitals. I looked down to see a half erect cock emerge - I’d guess about two and a half inches. Suddenly, I heard Mike and Mandy get up and leave. I looked up and saw the back of Mike’s huge, muscular body walking away, his arms around Mandy’s shoulder. As they turned up the stairs, I caught glimpse once again of his erection, extending up past his belly button. I’d seen pictures of cocks like that. But never in the flesh. I was mesmerized. Then they disappeared, leaving me alone with Margie.

Margie turned and looked at me, an almost cherubic smile on her face. I wondered fearfully what she had in mind for me.

She spoke, looking down at my diminutive possession, occupying the extreme other end of the spectrum compared to Mike: “That’s such a cute little cock, Chris. And what a dinky little erection! You must be so excited. I wonder why. Yes, I wonder - is it because Mike’s gone up there to fuck your wife? Well I guess it must be. You must be so grateful someone is here to do the job you can’t do. Are you, Chris? If you play your cards right, you may even get to suck Mike’s cock clean once he’s finished. Suck Mandy’s juices right off him. Would you like that you little worm?”

As she spoke, I felt my heart racing and my cock get a little harder. Yes, I wanted it and I realized I was desperate to tell her so: “Yes, Margie. I’m so grateful and will happily clean them both afterwards. I only wished I could have watched. Can you ask them?”

Margie’s face suddenly turned red and I saw anger in her eyes. She lifted her arm and smacked me across the head. “How dare you. You will do what you’re told! How dare you ask me that.”

Then she seemed to calm and looked down at my penis again. “Well. I can see it’s grown even more.” She held it in her left hand and measured it against her right forefinger. “ Well at least it’s a little bigger than that. I’d say it might even be three inches now. Now, I wonder what caused this extra excitement. Maybe you liked the look of my cunt? Yes - I saw you look up my skirt. Or maybe you’re getting off on the thought of sucking Mike’s cum out of your wife?”

An amused look came over her face, which then morphed into undisguised contempt as her lips twisted into a sneer. “You poor little worm. How pathetic you are. Too small to fuck. Too weak to be a man. Too gutless to say no. A servile and obsequious wimp. Well, I think I know what you're good for. Serving my little fetish. That’s why I’m here. I get off on seeing wimps like you crushed. That’s how I have my sex. Orgasms wrapped in sadistic pleasure. Both at the same time. Watching weak little men like you desperately sucking me off while they're squealing in pain. To end the pain. The louder they squeal the bigger my orgasm. And you know what? I’m going to enjoy you. You're the begging type. I can’t wait to see you on your knees, begging, pleading me to stop the pain with your shrivelled little cock. God. I so get off on that.”

“Chris. It’s not often I get a newbie like you handed to me. Must have been at least a year since the last one. It’s perfect. I know you’re completely helpless. There’s absolutely nothing you can do but what I tell you.”

“Oh. I know I’m going to have a whopper today. You’ll do it well, I know. How could it be otherwise? For a start, you would have to be the most pathetic weakling I’ve come across. And I can see in your face you are already in fear. I’m so looking forward to watching you crumble mentally in front of me. Seeing your body shaking helplessly in front of me. Reduced to a squealing a****l. Pain is a real driver and I will drive you; you can be sure of that. So today, Chris, just so you understand, today you are here to be broken. For my sadistic pleasure while I orgasm.”

“And you know what? I reckon you’re also going to be one of those weaklings that ends up shaking. It’s a long time since I’ve had someone like you. That orgasm was definitely one of the biggest I’ve had. Now, on your knees.” My mind was reeling at her candor. She was nasty and reveled in it. She wanted me to know her intention and watch me react in fear. Already, I knew my erection has disappeared completely. I felt cold right throughout my body. And I knew my eyes would be showing fear. And as I watched her, I saw in her face a sort of cruelty I'd never seen before. And there was nothing I could do.

As I kneeled, she slowly went over to her bag and pulled out an adjustable rod with straps at each end. She extended the rod and placed and secured it between my knees. She then pulled out some more Velcro straps and bound my wrists to my ankles. With that, I was rendered completely helpless. All I could do was shuffle along the ground slowly; and with difficulty.

She went back over to the bag and pulled out a small leather pouch. Inside was a metal sound, at least 5 inches long. One end was insulated in black with a long, double core wire plugged into its end. The wire connected at one end to a plastic box and at the other end to an adjustable cock ring.

I could feel my mouth start to dry up and my heart seemed to miss a beat, as I realized what she had in mind. I now knew the source of pain to be and the fear ramped up even further. I felt the sweat seep out of my pores, knowing I was helpless to object.

She stood in front of me as I helplessly awaiting my fate. She slipped the ring over my cock, where it rested loosely. She then reached into the pouch and pulled out what looked like a blunt syringe. It was filled with a clear liquid. With her left hand she took hold of my penis then proceeded to inject the fluid into its end. I felt a cold sensation and watched as she pulled out the syringe and started inserting the sound. She moved it in and out repeatedly and it quickly found its depth, leaving only the quarter inch of the insulated end visible. The liquid must have been lubricant. Thank heavens for that at least. Then she tightened the cock ring around the base of the penis, tested it to ensure it didn’t move, then tightened it even more. It bit into the shaft. With some difficulty I bent over to see the base of the cock bulging around the ring. Fortunately it was made of a smooth edged metal.

Margie now stood up to examine her work. I worriedly watched her face waiting for what was next. She looked down at me and smiled. Then with a small movement of her hand turned a dial on the plastic box. Immediately, I felt a large jolt of electricity enter my penis and remain there, like a knife. I heard a loud scream come out of my mouth. Then another. I looked at Margie, pleading for the pain to stop. Her smile broadened, this time with obvious malevolence. She moved her hand up her skirt and started to stroke herself, watching my face.

As the pain and throbbing continued, I felt my face go red and my knees start to shake. Through half closed eyes I watched her focus on my face. It was relentless. By now, tears were coming out of my eyes and I was starting to sob uncontrollably. As I did so, her stroking became more urgent. This went on for at least a minute. Her back arched and her face tightened as she continued masturbating. Her nipples jutted out like sentinels. But not once did her eyes move off my face as I kneeled, shaking and convulsing in agony. Then I saw her shudder, and watched her body shake uncontrollably as she took in her orgasm. Then, her shoulders dropped and she slumped back into the sofa.

She looked up at me, clearly spending a few more moments enjoying my agony. She smiled as she looked down at my quivering penis, jerking involuntarily as the pain continued to surge. Then she looked down and turned the knob and thank God the pain went.

She now knelt in front of me, eyes level with mine, and looked intently into my face. “Thank you, Chris. I enjoyed that immensely. It was big. I can see I’m going to get quite a few of these out of you today. Now open your mouth wide for your reward and keep it open til I say otherwise.”

I quickly complied. She moved her face close into me and held my head tightly on each side. Then, with calm control, started filling her mouth with phlegm. After about 15 seconds of swilling, expertly spat a huge ball into my mouth. “And keep it open!” she repeated.

I knelt there frozen, with her spit resting on my tongue but starting to drip down my throat. I watched her watch me closely as I remained frozen in front of her, my mouth open in obedience, saliva now dripping down the side of my mouth. Then, without warning, she flicked her finger to indicate I was allowed to swallow.

I watched as she now took off her clothes. First her top, revealing tiny breasts with surprisingly large areolae and long puffy nipples. Really, there was more puffy nipple than breast. And the nipples were hard. She rubbed her hands over them, tweaking them, as she watched my face. I saw her close her eyes and her body shudder as she continued stroking them. Then her skirt. She unbuttoned it and let it slip to the floor. My eyes fell to her genitals and then to her legs. Clearly, she didn’t shave. Her public hair extended up to her lower stomach and down the inside of her legs. Her legs were slender, smooth and lightly muscled and so thin that the inside thighs did not touch. There was an extended V at the top of her thighs, where I could see right through to the settee behind her.

As I remained frozen to my spot, I began to be aware of the smell emanating from between her legs. It was pungent. It smelled strongly like sex but unwashed with strong overtones of discharge, urine and faeces.

“Like what you see?”, I heard her say.

I nodded urgently in agreement.

She continued: “I can tell from your face you can already smell me. And just so you know, I never wash my cunt. I use people like you do the cleaning. It’s so much more fun, knowing they will be cleaning away my waste. And it’s been a week since my husband last completed the duty.”

With that she sat down on the sofa and lifted up her legs, her feet now placed onto the edge of the sofa. She signaled for me to close in and I shuffled over slowly, trying hard to ensure I found the appropriate spot for service.

I looked down between her skinny legs to see her gaping cunt. Skinny women always seem to have huge cunts. It’s probably due to the lack of fat. I could easily see inside. The vagina had clearly prolapsed, with the bladder and uterus clearly visible and pressing downwards on the opening.

Then I looked down at her anus. The area was heavily stained, and I could see that, like her cunt, the back passage had prolapsed, with purple and marbled tissue raised around the anal cavity. The anus itself was dilated about a centimetre, with the inside clearly visible and pressing down on the opening.

She put her feet over my back and spoke: “As you can see, my needs down there are different. And just so you know, I love anal orgasms. Once you’ve cleaned up the shit, your job will be to get your tongue right inside and fuck with it. I’m very very sensitive there so I should blow pretty quickly. But heaven help you if you do a bad job. If that happens, I’ll turn the power up so high your cock will rupture and bleed. Got it?!!!“

“Also, check my fanny. The prolapse there means I can’t fuck any more. But it doesn’t matter - I don’t need to. I love it as it is. The orgasms are much better. I just need your tongue in there feeling around; licking, sucking and fucking. Yes, tongue fucker! Make sure you do your job and bring me off. I just fucking hope your muscles are good enough.”

She paused for breath, then continued: “Thank God there are lots of cockless worms like you with heads I can use. And thank God for Xena for finding them. Even my husband gets to do it. He’s a servile, micro-dick creep, like you – you’ve met him at the club. He might be a cringing beta, but he looks after the house, cooks, cleans and does everything I tell him. Doesn’t say boo. Unfortunately, he doesn’t beg me to turn the pain down any more when he’s tongue fucking me. So it’s not so enjoyable. I think his cock got too used to the pain. Probably because his cock hole’s now so bloody big. Can’t get a sound big enough for him. You should see him piss – it’s like a tap.”

She paused, then: “Anyway. Let’s get started. Let’s see if you’re any use.”

With that, she pulled my head into her cunt, wrapping her legs further over my back. Then, as feared, the pain started again. I screamed. “OK on to it, worm! Remember. First my arse. I want it pristine clean. And let me know when you’re done. Then when I tell you, I want to feel your tongue working in my arsehole. And don’t stop till I tell you. When I come, keep fucking til I tell you to stop.” she said forcefully.

I could barely move - my face was in the wrong place, pressed against the prolapsed tissue inside her cunt. But with an effort I was able to shift downwards. I was acutely aware of my penis throbbing, almost as if it was about to burst. But I swallowed and lifted my head and moved it to her backside and started licking it clean. I could barely see what I was doing, but I knew from the smell and taste I was in the right place. It took more than five minutes to clean it up. I almost vomited on two occasions.

I lifted my head when done and spoke: “It’s clean, Margie.” She pushed my head backwards and used a mirror she’d somehow found to inspect the work. After a minute or so, she stopped and looked at me: “Well done, worm. Now for the first orgasm.” With that she reached for the dial and my body jerked.

The pain was unbearable. I looked up at her pleadingly” “Please Margie! Please. Please! I beg you. Please!” She grabbed my head and looked into my eyes: “What was that? What was that? I didn’t hear.” I looked down at my penis. It was jerking frantically. I shuffled backwards and prostrated myself in front of her. “Please, Margie, I beg you.” I looked up at her pleadingly. Tears in my eyes. She was frantically masturbating, watching me intently. I kneeled up and whispered ”Plee..ase, Margie”.

Suddenly her eyes closed and she shuddered violently, her pelvis jerking forwards repeatedly, the muscles of her stomach clamping rhythmically. This continued for over a minute as I kept begging, louder and louder. Then her eyes opened. After a moment I could see them suddenly focus on me and she reached for the dial. Then, just as quickly, the pain left.

To my surprise, I felt grateful. I looked into her eyes with gratitude: “Thank you, Margie. Thank you!” I looked down to indicate submission.

She spoke: “ I knew you’d beg. I knew it! Did I enjoy that! That was huge. I reckon you’re a keeper! I hope Mandy won’t mind.”

She continued: “Now for the next one.” Suddenly, she stopped and I became aware of her staring at me: “Look at your face! You are a natural. You have everything. Submissive, weak, servile, obedient and obsequiously grateful! Unable to fuck, with a laughable dick. Essentially, a grovelling creep. The perfect servant for me. I just hope your tongue’s up to it. OK. the next orgasm. Get your tongue in there.” pointing to her arsehole. Let’s see how you go on level 3. I’ll turn it off when I’m done.”

Once again, the pain began. Throbbing and as if a knife was sticking up my dick. But just bearable. I bent down and got to work, sticking my tongue in as far as it would go. Surprisingly there was little resistance. As it slipped in, I started a fucking motion with my tongue. “That’s it!” I heard her say. “Yes. Good. Now faster. Yes. Keep tonguing.” As I did this, I felt her thighs tense and grip against the side of my head.

She spoke again: “Now. The G spot! HIgher up! Behind the wall of the cunt!” I moved my tongue upwards and worked to keep up the fucking motion. It was harder work. But it must have been enough. After 30 seconds or so, she convulsed with a loud shout: “FUCK! YES!” Remembering what she had said, I kept going as her backside pounded rhythmically into my face. Suddenly I felt water on my back, then wetness running down my face. Then, in one final movement, she stopped, and issued a deep and long guttural groan. Suddenly, she jerked again and screamed: “MY GOD. YES!”, this time at the top of her voice. Then the grip of her legs loosened and I felt her body slump.

I stayed immobile, waiting, fearful to move. Suddenly, the pain stopped and I felt her hands on the side of my head as she lifted it upwards. I looked at her face and saw it was flushed. She looked back at me and said: “Good boy. Good boy. You did well. Very well. But next time you’ll do better. I want you to do tongue exercises. Ask Xena what to do. Tell her I want it. And I’ll check on you. So don’t fuck me around.”

She continued: "Now this next one is one of my favorites. Lift your head up and open your mouth. And keep it open.” She moved her legs off me and sat up. She pushed me into the kneeling position. I watched as she swilled her saliva once again, this time coughing up a few times to add to it. As she did this, she watched me intently and smiled. Then holding my head, moved in closer and spat efficiently into my mouth. Then she spoke again, this time with clear malevolence, as I kneeled in front of her, mouth open, full of her phlegm: “Now for some fun. I’m now putting the dial on 6. And you will not spill a drop. Is that clear? If you do, it will go up to 8. Now. Watch me masturbate.

As she said this, she turned the dial and the pain shot through me. Like a knife. And remained. She watched my face intently as her hand went down to her clit and she started masturbating. “WATCH ME!!”, she screamed. In agony I turned my head to watch her. I felt my legs my legs turn to jelly as she frantically pleasured herself. With my mouth open I was unable to speak, desperately wanting to beg for mercy. I became aware of her saliva starting to drip out of the sides of my mouth onto my face. As this happened, I saw her reach for the dial and then the pain exploded inside me. My body jumped and I screamed out loud. It was too much. The tears flowed freely as I begged her over and over to stop. Her response was to turn it up even more. Even with tears of pain in my eyes I could see her hand moving, so fast it was a blur. But her eyes still on my face. Then she exploded! Her body convulsed, lifting her backside off the couch. Again, she screamed: “FUCK! MY GOD!” Then the convulsions stopped and she slumped.

After a moment she reached for the dial and the pain left me. I closed my eyes with the relief. There was silence for a couple of minutes as we both recovered – me the pain, her the sadistic orgasm.

Margie sat up and inspected my cock, stroking it gently. I looked down, it was blood red but flaccid. The end had swollen up, but the ring had loosened and two inches or more of the sound was now visible. My erection had gone. Immediately, she pushed the sound into the penis and tightened up the ring. “I’m going to rest for a while and get a drink. You - get back and put your head on the ground til I’m ready. Prostrate position.”

I heard her go off to the kitchen and make noises. I lay there quietly lacking in any courage. I dared not move. Ten minutes later she was back. I heard her sit down. I stayed still waiting for her command. I thought. How would I ever be able to face her at the Golf Club again? Everyone in her group would know. Maybe more. I could imagine their stares as I entered the golf lounge. Imagined them laughing at me. Pointing their fingers and sniggering as they talked to each other.

I was brought back as she clapped her hands and spoke “Now for the big one.”, she said casually. I looked down between her open legs and saw she was starting to flood. Then she turned up the dial.

Once again, the pain was unbearable. As before she started to watch my face intently and started masturbating once more. I held on for as long as I could, but within 30 seconds I was begging again. The more I begged, the more furiously she masturbated, never taking her eyes of my face. Then, she turned it down a bit and signaled for me to go down on her. Impatiently, she pulled my head into her cunt and shouted for me stick my tongue in and fuck. As I did this, I felt her fingers moving rapidly as they rubbed her clit. Then the pain intensified, and I screamed, begging her, “please, please, please! I’ll do anything”.

Her response was to pull my head up to her clit and scream for me to suck. I felt the inside of her cunt bumping into my chin as I did this, her hands on the back of my head, pulling me inwards. I worked desperately, trying to get her to come so the pain would end. This went on for over a minute. Then, in a mighty shudder it happened. She held my head hard against her cunt as she convulsed, over and over. She stopped moving and suddenly I felt a flood of fluid in my face, some entering my mouth.

Ten seconds later, the pain disappeared. But she continued to hold the back of my head. Then, a few minutes later, she pushed me back into the kneeling position and commanded: “Mouth open! Quickly!” I immediately complied. She stood up, moved close to me, bent her knees and pressed her piss hole into my mouth, and held my head firmly against it. “Now. I need to pee. So, don’t move. And make sure you don’t spill any!” With that, I felt the urine flood into my mouth. I swallowed rapidly, desperate not to spill any, fearful of the consequences. A minute or so later the flood stopped.

She pushed my head away and went to sit down on the sofa, head back, legs apart, eyes closed, her chest heaving noticeably. As she calmed, her eyes opened. Then she spoke: “Well done. Another sycophantic worm to add to my collection. And a good one. Even though you are still a pathetic, servile mutt. You did very well. Your head does a good job. And I loved the begging. That really puts the edge on it. Excellent. I’ll definitely be calling for you again. Who needs fucking when there are grovelling little cunts like you freely available for the using! Though I must say I did enjoy the old days, the guys with the big dicks. And watching submissive little Henry on his knees beside us, stick up his dick and writhing in pain as he watched us. The equipment was a little more primitive in those days. But it worked. How I loved to watch him convulse. Ah well. I think this is better now. Now go get me a drink, worm. Gin and tonic.”

With that she took of the straps and knee brace, pulled out the sound and took off the cock ring. I scurried over to get her drink. I looked down at my cock. The skin was completely shriveled and blood red. I just hoped there had been no damage.

When I returned, quite unbelievably, she was masturbating again, eyes closed, furiously rubbing. She was insatiable. I stood and waited, being careful not to make any noise. Then, she came, jerking urgently four or five times, then squirting - three streams of liquid propelling out of her and onto the floor.

She opened her eyes and signaled for the drink. I handed it to her. She took a sip, waved her hand and said: “ Clean up the floor.”

I moved towards the kitchen for a cloth but she called me back. “With your tongue, stupid!” I obeyed.

Then, she indicated for me to get into my knees. I did that and waited. She finished her drink and called for another. Then, while in the kitchen preparing it, I heard her phone ring. I quickly finished the drink and went over and handed it to her.

“They’re ready for you. Hurry and get up there.”

I walked towards the stairs and went up, noticing Margie was following behind me. I didn’t dare say anything and went to knock on Mandy’s door.

“Come,” was the reply.

I went in to see Mike and Mandy lying on their backs on the bed. Mike’s erection had obviously subsided though it was still probably two or three times as long as mine at its best, and unbelievably thick. I could see it was covered in white cream and cum. Mandy’s legs were crossed, presumably holding Mike’s cum in, in readiness for me.

Margie walked straight last me and went to sit in the edge of the bed.

“How was he?” Mandy asked.

“Just as I’d hoped. He begged and screamed like a pig. Had five huge orgasms. The first time is always the best. Even used him as my toilet. There’s nothing I couldn’t get him to do. If it’s OK, I’d like to use him again soon. Anyway, thanks for inviting me in. I’m looking forward to seeing him clean up. By the way, doesn't Mike’s cock look like something else. Lucky girl. Reminds me of my old days!”

“You’re not k**ding,” Mandy replied, pointing in the direction of Mike’s extraordinary appendage. “And don’t worry about him,” pointing at me: “He’s available pretty much whenever. Unless I need him for cuck or house work.”

Mandy then signaled for me to work on Mike’s cock. As I walked over, I felt my cock respond, anticipating what I was to do. I knelt on the side of the bed and put Mike’s cock into my mouth, acutely aware that Mandy and Margie we’re watching me. I moved my hand down to hold and massage his balls as I sucked and licked him clean. With my hand I squeezed up the shaft a few times to make sure all the cum out. I heard Mandy and Margie chatting and giggling while I worked on Mike. My head pricked up when I heard the words golf club, but I didn’t pick up any detail.

When I was done, I kept kneeling and waited for instructions. Mandy looked over crossly at me. “Where’s your manners worm? I didn’t hear you thank Mike. Let’s hear it.”

I looked at Mike and said: “ Thank you Mike. I mean Sir. Thank you for looking after Mandy. And for letting me clean your cock.”

Mandy and Margie both clapped and laughed at that.

Then Mandy lay back, smiled, opened her legs and signaled for service. I saw Mike’s cum start to drip out. I went around to her side of the bed and put my head between her legs to capture it. Mandy put her fingers inside to scoop the cum out and held them out for me to clean. Then, I went down on her again to do the final clean.

When I was finished, Mike signaled for me to go to him. “Well, cuck, I hear you’re a toilet too. So, let’s put you to use.”

I didn’t like the sound of this. He indicated for me to kneel in front of him. He sat on the side of the bed and put his feet on the floor, knees apart. Then he held his penis and indicated for me to get in front of it. I knelt in front of him. Mandy and Margie came around to watch. Mike flicked his finger to indicate I should open my mouth. I obeyed and waited. Then, he directed his piss down my throat. Once again, I swallowed rapidly to avoid any spill. A minute or so later he was done. I looked up at the women and they were smiling, having enjoyed this final humiliation.

Then Mandy spoke: “OK. You can fuck of now, Chris. Were done with you now, you pathetic cunt. Go to your room. I’ll call when you’re needed.”

With that I left the three of them, went to my room and sat down to reflect on my day. I wondered if Mandy would remember my cage was off. Maybe I’d be able to sneak in some masturbation before she remembered. There was a lot to fantasize about.

Chapter 6 coming.....