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Chapter 4: A preparation for cuckoldry
Story so far: Chris’ prostate surgery resulted in erectile dysfunction and a penis so foreshortened that it precluded normal sex. His wife Mandy soon decided on separate bedrooms and banned Chris from hers. Mandys friend Xena has slowly but surely been shifting Mandy’s attitudes towards men and sexual liberty. Chris has seen this mirrored in her growing frustration, her increasing contempt towards him in private, and in her more than explicit exhibitionism socially, deliberately in front of him, towards other men. Nevertheless, she still held back from extramarital sex, despite his long standing desire to be cuckolded. Over time, Chris has become sexually frustrated: now reduced to unsatisfactory masturbation alone in his room and struggling from his cravings for sexual degradation. In desperation, he approached Xena for help and advice. She provides that and so much more, humiliating him in extremis with Pam’s more than willing help. And he is left with hope that Xena will turn Mandy around.
After the humiliation by Xena and Pam, I was in a dazed dream for days. The whole experience had been strange and bizarre. But the more I went over it in my mind, the more I realised how deeply satisfying it had been. The sexual gratification obtained from complete submission to two dominant women, both known to my wife; and being being allowed to grovel and demean myself in front of them, had been better than I could ever have imagined. So I went home and, following Xena’s advice, waited hopefully for Mandy to inform me of the decision I’d long been waiting for.
In the week that followed, I noticed a distinct difference in Mandy’s attitude to me. This started about two days after my visit to Xena. Clearly Xena mast have spoken to her. Maybe even sent her the video. But nothing was yet said. Instead she was constantly short with me, abusive and dismissive. If I said something she didn’t like, she simply told me to shut up. Finally, she told me she was now going to start taking control of things. And the first thing she was going to control was my right to any sexual gratification. Xena had told her I had to learn who was in charge in the house. This, she was told, was the way to control beta men. And this would be the test. If I didn’t like it I could leave. Otherwise, it was not negotiable. Henceforth, until advised further, I would be allowed no sex of any kind, which now consisted only of porn and masturbation in any case. She finished: “And, if I find out you’ve been jerking off, or watching poem, you’ll regret it. I’ve seen the disgusting video of you at Xena’s. I’ll make sure it gets sent far and wide if you even think of disobeying me. Is that understood?”
I had been half expecting a strong reaction to the evidence of Xena’s visit. So she’d seen the video. Thus, I just nodded meekly. There was no other way. The last thing I wanted was the video sent to others. I’d certainly set myself up with Xena and the others; and now Mandy.
Two days later, matters escalated even further. I got angry about something she’d arranged without discussing with me. It was about the camera security system that was being put in that day. I’d let the electrician in and left him as he got on with the job. A little while later I’d walked into my bedroom to see him putting a camera onto the wall facing my bed. Angrily, I asked him what he was doing. He told me Mandy had rung him two days before to modify the order and instructed him to put one in my room. Furious, I went straight up to Mandy’s bedroom, where she was still lying in bed reading a book and, as usual, wearing one of her short and sheer nighties: the one that left nothing to the imagination.
She listened to my complaint quietly. She hesitated a while and finally looked strangely at me, smiled funnily, and asked me to follow her. She walked down to my room, me in tow, and walked up to the electrician. I could see him do a double take as he eyed her see-through garb: breasts, nipples and pubis all clearly visible through the sheer fabric. She then sat down on my bed, legs slightly apart and addressed him, still on the ladder installing the camera.
“Peter, can you take a break for a moment? I need to talk to you about this. Do you mind? By the way, sorry about still wearing this nightie. Haven’t had time to get dressed yet. I know it’s a bit risqué but I’m sure you understand.
Peter was a guy in his late twenties – tall, well built but not overly bright. I could see he was having difficulty taking his eyes off Mandy’s crotch, which by now was even more visible, as she sat further forward on the bed, the nightie rising up even further, her legs now even wider open. He probably couldn’t believe what he was seeing but by the growing look at the front of his pants he was enjoying it.
He spoke, voice husky, mouth obviously dry: “Sure. Not a problem. You look good. What can I do?”
Mandy smiled at him. It was pretty obvious he was putty in her hands. As was I. Me, I was just standing there not really knowing what to do. Mandy as usual was running the show.
She said, looking Peter in the eye, one of the two that were ogling her now clearly exposed cunt: “Chris here is complaining about this camera. There’s no problem putting it in is there, Peter?
“No. No problem at all”, he replied.
Mandy continued: “Good. I’ve had trouble with Chris all week. Being difficult. So thought I’d check with you first. So I’m now going to explain to Chris why questioning you was inappropriate. And I would like you to hear what I have to say, so you deal with him appropriately if he tries it again. Now … sit down here.” She pointed to the arm chair beside the ladder, positioned right in front of where she was sitting. She was obviously intent on allowing him full view. It was not unusual for her to deliberately humiliate me by exposing herself to men whilst I was there. She knew I got off on it, and to be honest, I could already feel the effect down below.
Peter nodded and swallowed and came down from the ladder. He sat on the chair and unsuccessfully tried to hide his adjustment of his trouser fronts, which by now had expanded noticeably. Mandy had obviously seen the same and was smiling benignly at him.
Mandy then wagged her finger at me and indicated to get on my knees in front of her. I hesitated. This was something she’d never asked of me before. Seeing I wasn’t complying, she slowly she stood up, looked directly at me and slapped me hard across the face. I heard Peter gasp. This was pretty open. A wife smacking her husband publicly like that. He would obviously be getting a clear idea of who was in charge here. Probably wondering if I had any balls at all.
“Get on your fucking knees, you wimp”, she spat at me, looking me directly in the face. I looked across at Peter, who was now grinning. He clearly liked the show.
I got on my knees and Mandy then sat down again, positioning herself to ensure Peter’s view between her legs continued unimpeded. My thought was that she would have been quite wet by now, knowing how much she got off on exhibitionism. My heart was beating hard with sexual excitement as I saw him now look openly and hard at her body, without any attempt to hide his interest.
Mandy continued with her attempt to publicly humiliate me: “Chris, let’s get something straight. So Peter understands. You don’t make the decisions in this house, do you? I do. So, if I say there’s to be a camera there, it will be there. Is that clear?”
Once again I hesitated. Surely she was wasn’t expecting me to declare this in front of the electrician?
Immediately, Mandy smacked me once again across the face.
“Are you deaf? Let’s try again. Who makes the decisions in this house?”
Quickly, I responded. I knew there was no choice: “You do, Mandy.”
She countered: “That’s right Chris. I do. So apologise to Peter for stupidly interrupting his work”
I complied, Peters face now clearly displaying amused contempt towards me.
She then pushed it even further: “Now crawl over on your stomach to Peter and show him what an apologetic creep you are. Go over and lick the bottom of his boots.
This was once again something quite new. But I complied, crawling over to him and looking up pleading for him to show me the soles of his boots. He laughed down at me as he slowly did so. I licking them, then crawled back onto my knees beside the bed.
Mandy then looked over at Peter: “Peter, I’m going to explain for Chris’s benefit why I need a camera there. So Chris, pay attention!
She began, unexpectedly pointing at Peter’s crotch: “By the way, Peter, I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but I’m intrigued by your reaction down there. It’s hard to miss, so I guess you’re probably aware of it. And given that something is obviously going on down there, I can only presume it bears some relation to me - since I know I’m still in my nightie and sort of exposed and I see you keep looking between my legs. So I thought I’d let you know it’s not unappreciated. You’re obviously a big sort of guy. I hope you have some girl that enjoys it.”
Peter blushed and was clearly encouraged. Not too many women would say or do such things. It took a lot of confidence, which Mandy had in spades. He then beamed back at her, obviously stimulated by her candid talk.
She extrapolated further. “Chris actually is quite challenged in that department. Aren’t you Chris?” She looked across to me for an answer.
I swallowed: “ Yes Mandy”.
I looked across at her and could see she was really enjoying my humiliation. I also noticed there were a number of spots of moisture spreading out on the floor beneath her. She was obviously getting off on this.
She nodded knowingly at my response and continued: “The reality, Peter, is that Chris can’t perform sexually any more. He needs pills to get it up. And when it’s up, it’s no more than 3 or so inches. Useless to any woman. Including me. If I didn’t take care, I’d be all dried up by now. Which, I can assure you, is not the case. All he can do is masturbate and even then it’s only possible with thumb and forefinger. And he needs permission even to do that now. And do you know why? He’s a weak little man, who’s obedient and needs to be kept in his place. That’s why he’s on his knees now. Submissive little wimp that he is. Aren’t you Chris?
I nodded shamefully. And as I did this, I saw Peter once again trying to adjust his fronts. This time, quite openly putting his right hand inside his trousers to make the adjustment. The shape of his erection was now clearly visible against his trousers, angling to the right, thick and long, rising up to and obviously beyond the belt line. There was a broad patch of wet visible close to where he had made the adjustment. He was obviously more than aroused. Mandy was giving him a good show. And I could see she was looking long and hard at the bulge of his erect penis. She knew he was ripe for anything she suggested.
She continued: “Anyway. So that’s why I want the camera there. So he can be monitored and doesn’t start jerking without permission. Understand Chris?” she pressed, looking across at me.
“By the way, Peter, I’ll need some help linking the camera to the web server. It needs to record 24/7 on the weekly loop you talked about the other day. Can you help with that?”
Peter assured her this would be no problem.
She continued: “That’s great. I’d like to get that done before you go today. But before that, Peter, I would love you to indulge me. I really want to punish this pathetic little man for annoying you. What say we make him strip off so you can see what a little pin dick he has under his fat belly. And looking at the size of that bulge in your trousers, you’ll easily appreciate what little I’ve had to deal with. You’ll have a laugh. Maybe it will give you some clearer idea of what I need”, she commented more than suggestively, winking seductively at him: “Will you indulge me? You can feel free to make fun of him.”
Peter nodded slowly, with a broad smile, now understanding very clearly where this was all going. He was definitely very interested. The bulge in his trousers had not subsided one iota.
Mandy turned to me: “ OK you. Get your clothes off. Now!
I looked across quizzically to Peter to gauge his reaction. He was grinning from ear to ear. Mandy was going further than she had ever gone to humiliate me. I pulled off my top, exposing my protruding stomach, something I was quite embarrassed about. Then while still on my knees, and with some difficulty, my shorts and underpants. My penis had definitely hardened and poked out horizontally about 2 or so inches. Without the blue pill that would be the best I could expect.
Mandy laughed and clapped her hands.”What do you think Peter? Look at the tiny thing between his legs. Isn’t it pathetic? Can you make him jerk off in front of us? Peter, please make him. I do love watching him humiliated by men. In any case, I want to make sure he’s completely spent before anything else happens. That’s without doubt the best way to humiliate him.
Peter was smiling almost sadistically. “No problem, Mandy.” He took a breath, faced me and commanded: “OK you little prick.” He quickly looked across at Mandy to make sure she was happy with that. She smiled affirmatively to him.
He continued, looking down at the little stick I had poking out: “What the fuck do you call that, you little worm? How can a grown man look like that. I’ve never seen anything so pathetic. Anyway. Jerk away, pindick.”
By now, Mandy was leaning back on the bed, lying on her side facing me. Her knees were up towards her chest, in a foetal like position. Her cunt was obviously well exposed and facing Peter, who had moved to sit behind her. I saw him move his hand towards her crotch and she suddenly gasped. I could see his hand moving back and forward behind her, and she started to flush. He was obviously finger fucking her.
Mandy’s eyes were starting to roll. But this didn’t stop her screaming at me: “Jerk it, you cunt. Didn’t you hear Peter?”
I immediately started my finger and thumb routine. This was quite difficult on a dick that was only partially hard. I had had no pill to make the erection. But I persisted, watching Peter becoming more confident as he fingered Mandy harder and faster. After a minute it so, she was clearly approaching orgasm. He face was bright red and she was breathing heavily as she watched me closely, drawing further pleasure from my humiliation. She had pulled her knees up as high as they could go, to make the opening between her legs as available as possible to Peter’s probing fingers. I only wished I could see his fingers pumping her, but it was on the wrong side for me to see.
Suddenly she came with a loud scream. Her head dropped to the bed and her eyes closed in the post-orgasmic calm. I kept pulling and came in an enormous rush. But kept still, not daring to move.
I watched as Peter stood up and came over to me. He put his face right into my face and spat on it. He spoke: “You pathetic little wimp. Stay there until I tell you to otherwise. Is that clear? Do you know what I’m going to do now?
He looked waiting for an answer. I wasn’t sure what to say. I felt his phlegm running down my face but dared not do anything. But he smacked me across the face anyway: “You are so pathetic. You know exactly, but are too gutless to say. Well you can just watch. Stay here.
Mandy stood up and walked over to us. She got onto her knees and began to unzip Peters trousers. His crotch was no more than a foot or so from my head. She pulled his pants down, then his underwear. Peters erection sprang out towards Mandy’s face. Mandy had been right, it was huge. Long, thick and heavily veined. Some of the veins were almost as thick as Mandy’s fingers. The shiny purple head was stretched to maximum, and noticeably wider than the enormous underlying shaft, which was as thick as Mandy’s admittedly slender wrist. Precum was dripping out of it. He was clearly very aroused.
Mandy licked the precum away right in front of my face, looking over at me as she did so. Then she placed her mouth over the head and began sucking slowly, while slowly stroking with her hand up and down the long shaft. Gradually, she moved her head down the shaft til it reached the back of her throat, leaving an unbelievable length still exposed. He must have been 9 inches in length at least. Its thickness stretched Mandy’s mouth to the maximum. I looked down at my little cock and wondered how it could be so.
Then, Peter gently instructed Mandy to kneel and place her head facing downwards on a pillow he located between my legs, her backside raised high in the air, facing away from me, cunt a-ready. Her nightgown had now fallen over her head and her pendulous breasts hung down low, nearly reaching the ground. Peter leaned forward and fondled them, all the while smiling into my face. I could see his unbelievable erection gently touch the skin between Mandy’s buttocks, and watched him move his body up and down, allowing the bulbous head to press into the crack of her opening. I could hear her breathing intensify. He let go of her breasts and with his right hand moved his cock up and down, slowly releasing her natural lubrication as he started entering her body. Mandy moved her hands around my legs for support. I could feel her grip tightening as he began moving back and forward into her cunt. Mandy was by now uttering deep groans. But he was still no more than half way in and was clearly having trouble entering any further.
He looked across at me and said sternly: “Now listen carefully, you piece of shit. Hold your hand out so I can spit on it. Then lubricate my cock with it. I quickly complied. Peter then spat down onto my hand. He pulled out of Mandys cunt and I began rubbing the spit over the length of his shaft and head. He repeated this three times. His cock was now glistening with the lubricant. Then slowly, he reentered her, now penetrating much further than before. Then after further gentle probing, he was fully inside her. I could hear her uttering deep guttural sounds. I’d never heard anything like that from her before. This was clearly sex like she had never experienced in the past. And he hadn’t even started fucking.
Then he started. Pumping slowly at first, then gradually gaining speed. Mandy began to lose her self control and started screaming loudly, clearly in some ecstatic altered state. “Oh my God. Fuck me. Fuck me. Deeper. God, I can’t believe this. Don’t stop.” She kept repeating this over and over.
By now Peter was fucking her at fast pace. Holding her hips and thrusting hard into her. Completely inside her, then out, thrusting in, then out, now moving at frenzied speed. Mandy’s moans were now continuous and very loud. Her hands were pulsing my ankles in synchrony with Peters thrusts. I too was overcome, leaning across her back watching his extraordinary pole enter and exit her, in repeated rhythm.
Then it was over. Peter shouted out at the top of his voice, over and over, as he ejaculated into her. I felt Mandy slump as she came.
All went quiet as no one moved for about a minute. Peter then slowly withdrew his penis. It was wet and covered in white cream, and still hard. He instructed Mandy to get on her back and to ensure his cum remained in her.
Peter grabbed the back of my head and pulled it towards his still massive penis.
“Clean!” he commanded. I opened my mouth and sucked him clean, swallowing everything. He then held his shaft and squeezed back and forward three or four times to deposit any remaining cum into my mouth.
“On your back!” he spat, “and open your mouth and keep it open.”
He then asked Mandy to squat over my mouth and to push out his cum. Over the next two minutes, it dripped in long viscous beads out into my mouth and down my throat, mixed with spurts of urine that were released involuntarily. Then he got down and I watched him stick his fingers up Mandy’s cunt to remove any remaining deposits, which he flicked into my mouth and then wiped onto my face. In one final assault, he smacked my balls violently with the flat of his hand and laughed as I cried out and curled up in agony.
He then lifted Mandy up off my face, placed her on the bed, and began to gently kiss her. She responded urgently and started to fondle his still half erect penis. I watched as he began to tongue her and she responded by pressing her body into him. I suddenly became aware of the intimacy of what they were doing and started to feel panic. But this subsided when I reminded myself of the difference in their ages – him late twenties, her looking late fifties, early sixties but actually much older. Their kissing started to become frantic, as she poked her tongue into his mouth, moving it around to taste inside. She started to move her hips rhythmically into him, pressing onto his penis.
Peter suddenly jumped up. He was once again as hard and as big as before. He pushed her onto her back, then pulled her legs open and upwards and drove himself into her again. Then he went onto his haunches and began poling her at an extraordinary angle, grabbing her by her thighs for leverage. I heard her gasp as he rammed himself into her, back and forwards, over and over. I was mesmerised as I watched it disappear again and again into her stretched hole. I could hear her issuing little moans; then as his pace increased, her sobs. For three minutes he pounded her mercilessly, her body moving backwards and forwards as he pulled her onto him and then away from him, like she was a rag doll . Then, much as before, it was over, with each screaming as they came together, and his cum was deposited in her once again. He pulled himself out and lay by her side. They were both still and silent for a minute or so, each lying with eyes closed. His hands reached over and gently fondled her large breasts. She reached over and put her fingers into his mouth and felt him suck them.
Then Mandy spoke: “ Chris. Come here!”
I moved over to where they lay. Mandy pointed to Peter’s now limp penis, then pointed to her mouth, clearly indicating what she expected of me. I kneeled on the bed and sucked him clean for the second time. She then pointed to her cunt, then her mouth. She opened her legs wide, pulled up her knees and held herself open for me to lick and suck her insides clean. While doing this, I became aware of more kissing and intimate groaning by each of them.
Peter then got up and started dressing. He addressed Mandy and asked her to show him her computer so he could connect the camera online. Mandy told me to stay in my room. Nothing more was said that day. I sneaked out later and got some food from the fridge and then stayed in my room all night, contemplating for hours what I’d just experienced. I found some Viagra and masturbated twice in the dark as I relived the humiliations, risking being seen by the camera. Clearly, things had now changed radically for the different. Xena had finally persuaded Mandy to take the plunge and it had happened almost without warning. Her attitude towards me had changed severely, and I was clearly now seen as something only to be tolerated in the home. Her treatment of me in front of Peter, and her insistence that he humiliate me, clearly spelled out my new place in the order of things. I was now officially a cuckold and someone to be used and abused on whim. As I found out the following day.
The next day, Mandy shouted out from her room about 7 in the morning. Her words were: “Chris, here quickly. Now”.
I hurried in. Mandy was lying in a relaxed position on the bed, still wearing the same nightdress. She made no attempt at any modesty, lying there on her back, knees up, with the soles of her feet set well apart on the sheet, nightdress slipped back and resting casually around her waist. She made no attempt to cover up and clearly couldn’t care less. Something had been in her cunt, as it was red and still stretched open. On the sheet below her was a visible wet patch. Looking at her face I could see she was flushed. Beside her on the bed was a very large vibrator and an open plastic tube of lube. It was pretty obvious what she’d just been doing. The shaft of the dildo was still glistening. I couldn’t take my eyes off the obviously deliberate, exhibitionistic display. As said, she had an enormous libido, even after the three orgasms with Peter the day before.
She then spoke to me with deliberate venom, obviously disinhibited after masturbating herself: “”Well might you look, you fucking microdick! You’ve probably worked out by now that things are changed around here. This cunt is now open season. And Peter was the first catch. Hoped you enjoyed it. In fact I’m sure you did. You perverted little man. I bet you really got off on being humiliated by a man like that. Watching him fuck me as you sat by helpless and hopeless, fiddling with your little toy dick.
“From now on, to get anywhere near my cunt – any cunt for that matter - you’ll need my permission. From today, things are changing. Other men will now be coming in regularly to replace you. Thank God for Xena, that’s all I can say. She’s already set me up with a string of guys to come over and fuck my brains out. And they’re just for starters. They’re all alphas, all well endowed. To think I’ve wasted more than forty years with you when there have been men like Peter around to fuck me.
“And you? Well you’ll have exactly what you want if you behave yourself. Xena has really set me straight about how to handle cuckolds, which I’m assuming you’re happy to stay and become. Based on your never ending, pathetic whining over the years about wanting other men to fuck me, I can only assume you’re happy to hang around as house boy and serve as needed. I know you love being humiliated and I will help you get your little jollies occasionally, provided you toe the line.
By the way, I couldn’t believe the video I got from Xena. What a pathetic little man you are. Even eating our cleaner’s sanitary pad. My God. Watching how desperate you were to demean yourself really tipped me into changing how things work around here.
“So I’m now going to make it quite clear to you what you have to do to get your perverted needs satisfied. You are now the house servant. The houseboy. You will keep the house clean, cook the meals, wash up, serve me and any guests when required, look after the finances, do the shopping and pay the bills. You may join me for meals, but only speak when spoken to. Now, regarding sex. I will have sex whenever I want, with whomever I want. When I have a partner over, you will wear the beautifully demeaning maid’s uniform Xena’s given me, and serve as required and instructed. You will defer to every alpha that comes around by curtseying when they arrive and by keeping your eyes down at all times. You will always address them as Sir. When instructed, you will go to your room and keep quiet and not leave til given permission to leave.
“From now on you will wear a cockcage. Xena’s given me one. She thinks it will be small enough for you. She’s made it clear that no cuck must be allowed to touch his penis without permission. So know that. Sexual release had to be earned and will only be allowed under conditions of public humiliation – that means at least one other person needs to be present and this can be by webcam if needed. And that person, and others if more, will have free rein to use and abuse you as they see fit. You can thank me later.
“You will be allowed occasionally to watch me being fucked, like yesterday, provided the guy agrees. But you will be required to be quiet and unobtrusive. You may or may not be allowed to masturbate watching us. And you will probably be expected to clean up after he’s cum in me. But all of that will depend on how I feel on the day.
“To be allowed in at all, you will need to earn it. Two things will be required. First, you will have to maintain high service as my houseboy. Second, you will need to provide some special service when required. This may be performing some service for my fuck mate or his friends; or carrying out some task for Xena or maybe for some one else – Xena did mention she might occasionally need houseboy service when she has her men around. She also has a number of gay friends she will send around to use you – apparently these men love heterosexual cuck meat. So you’ll need to make sure you please them. You’ll need to read up on how to clean yourself in preparation. Xena may also want you to go around and put on a show occasionally to entertain her friends.
Another thing. Xena will now be training you as my cuckold, and until that’s complete you will not be permitted into my bedroom. You will serve but go to your room while I have sex. Maybe if I get a good report from Xena in the meantime, I’ll let you kneel on the floor outside my bedroom so you can listen and masturbate.
She stopped, obviously thinking about something, then continued: “I need some tea. Go get me some.” She waved her hand towards the door in dismissal. As I walked out she added: “And be quick about it.” Clearly, houseboy service had now started.
I scampered off, and when I returned 5 minutes heard the vibrator buzzing. I walked in and saw she had the vibrator up inside her. Her eyes were closed, the skin of her face was pulled tight in concentration, and she was breathing fast. I put the tea down and stood waiting for her to finish. There was a brief acknowledgement of my presence as she opened her eyes briefly to look at me then closed them again. I looked down and watched the vibrator pushed deep into her cunt, stroking in and out. She was using the flat stimulator on her clitoris.
I could feel my arousal increase as I watched her and would loved to have been able to rub myself. But I knew this wasn’t permitted.
I stood and waited. A few minutes later she orgasmed loudly and lay still while she recovered. She then roused and handed me the vibrators, telling me to go clean them and to bring back a wet cloth. I went off to do that and returned five minutes later with a cloth, which I handed to her. She used it to clean between my legs and inside her passage, then threw it casually on the floor, telling me to put it in the washing.
I picked it up and took it away. When I returned, she told me to stand at the foot of the bed and listen.
“I’d always appreciated you sort of liked a little humiliation to spice things up. But after watching Xena’s video, I realised you were in a whole other league. You are so fucking perverted it took me days to get my head around it. Jerking off with your pathetic little willy in front of our friends, Pam and Xena. Eating cum from used condoms. Letting Pam piss and spit in your mouth. Even eating Deena’s period pad. Our cleaner for God’s sake. Though she’s no longer needed with you doing that now. But she’s told me you can expect the occasional call from her to do some cleaning at her place.
“Admittedly Xena set you up for it. I know how much she enjoys emasculating beta men. But you made the choice. You wanted it. Obviously very badly. I can’t remember the last time I saw you get it up like that.
“What the video made crystal clear is that you simply aren’t a normal man in any sense of the term. It’s not only that you don’t have the equipment for normal sexual relations. It’s far more than that. You are mentally weak and inferior in character. And your sexual needs are twisted and perverted. From a partnering viewpoint, you are not fit for female consumption. I watched how much you grovelled on the floor and allowed Xena and Pam to humiliate you. How you creepily masturbated in front of them while they spat and urinated on you. How you licked Pams urine off the floor. How you ate other men’s cum. How much you got off on all that. Even ate Deena’s bloody tampon. Fuck me! And she sent Deena a copy of the video of it! I wondered how I could I look her in the face again, the wife of someone who sucked and chewed the blood from her period. Thank God I spoke to her to set things straight. She now knows what I think of you and that you will never have sexual access to my body again. She told me what she thinks of you - a vile little creep; and so do I. As Deena said, no woman would ever want a sexual relationship with someone like you. When I think about how I’ve blinded myself to what you really are, out of some outdated notion of loyalty or duty. How many years I’ve wasted.
“Thank God. That’s now over. It took me a long while to get it. Thank heavens for Xena persisting with me. By the way, having the men there to ogle me exhibiting, while you sat next to me, was Xena’s idea. You probably weren’t aware she was watching you. She said she really got off on seeing you humiliated on those occasions. She’s a real sadist. She thought it would do me good for me to let loose like that. Open up for other men and see you cringe. And it was. She wanted to see how weak and submissive you were; and you sure were. No real man would let his wife humiliate him like that. She thought that would be a good test of whether you were a beta or not. And, realising that you were, started to change my mind about you. And where you fitted into my life. Now, the thought now of having your cock anywhere near me makes me sick.
“Anyway. That’s it. So now you know exactly how I feel. From now on your life’s going to be completely different. That is, if you choose to hang around, which I have no doubt you will. From now on, you will do what cuckolds are expected to do. Understand? When you in the house you will do what ever I tell you do. You’ll be my houseboy and act like it. Even if I tell you to clean the toilets with your tongue, that’s what you will do. Is that clear?”
I bowed my head solemnly and nodded, so she’d be in no doubt that I was submitting to her. I knew what my place was to be and wanted it badly. I definitely didn’t want any misunderstanding. Inside my head, I was jumping for joy.
“You’ll start your training with Xena straight away. She calls you a low grade beta by the way. Not even a normal beta.. Did you know that part of Xena’s income comes from beta training and maintenance for their wives. Usually the beta does the paying of course. As you will be. Xena says it’s her sadovocation. She calls it virtual castration. She says by the time she finishes with these betas they might as well have had their balls cut off. She says this is usually what cuckold wives want anyway: an obedient, emasculated male who behaves like a houseboy and does what he’s told. She promises I won’t even know you after her training. And predicts she’ll have you willingly neutered before the year’s out.
Mandy then reached into the drawer beside her bed and pulled out a package. I immediately recognised it – a cockcage.
“Now. Pull your pants down”
I complied.
She slowly attached the ring behind my cock and testicles and then attached the small cage to it, carefully inserting its narrow tube into the end of my cock so I could urinate without mess when required. She then inserted a key into the lock and turned it. In that one move, my life changed forever. I was then sent to my room.
Chapter 5 to come soon
Story so far: Chris’ prostate surgery resulted in erectile dysfunction and a penis so foreshortened that it precluded normal sex. His wife Mandy soon decided on separate bedrooms and banned Chris from hers. Mandys friend Xena has slowly but surely been shifting Mandy’s attitudes towards men and sexual liberty. Chris has seen this mirrored in her growing frustration, her increasing contempt towards him in private, and in her more than explicit exhibitionism socially, deliberately in front of him, towards other men. Nevertheless, she still held back from extramarital sex, despite his long standing desire to be cuckolded. Over time, Chris has become sexually frustrated: now reduced to unsatisfactory masturbation alone in his room and struggling from his cravings for sexual degradation. In desperation, he approached Xena for help and advice. She provides that and so much more, humiliating him in extremis with Pam’s more than willing help. And he is left with hope that Xena will turn Mandy around.
After the humiliation by Xena and Pam, I was in a dazed dream for days. The whole experience had been strange and bizarre. But the more I went over it in my mind, the more I realised how deeply satisfying it had been. The sexual gratification obtained from complete submission to two dominant women, both known to my wife; and being being allowed to grovel and demean myself in front of them, had been better than I could ever have imagined. So I went home and, following Xena’s advice, waited hopefully for Mandy to inform me of the decision I’d long been waiting for.
In the week that followed, I noticed a distinct difference in Mandy’s attitude to me. This started about two days after my visit to Xena. Clearly Xena mast have spoken to her. Maybe even sent her the video. But nothing was yet said. Instead she was constantly short with me, abusive and dismissive. If I said something she didn’t like, she simply told me to shut up. Finally, she told me she was now going to start taking control of things. And the first thing she was going to control was my right to any sexual gratification. Xena had told her I had to learn who was in charge in the house. This, she was told, was the way to control beta men. And this would be the test. If I didn’t like it I could leave. Otherwise, it was not negotiable. Henceforth, until advised further, I would be allowed no sex of any kind, which now consisted only of porn and masturbation in any case. She finished: “And, if I find out you’ve been jerking off, or watching poem, you’ll regret it. I’ve seen the disgusting video of you at Xena’s. I’ll make sure it gets sent far and wide if you even think of disobeying me. Is that understood?”
I had been half expecting a strong reaction to the evidence of Xena’s visit. So she’d seen the video. Thus, I just nodded meekly. There was no other way. The last thing I wanted was the video sent to others. I’d certainly set myself up with Xena and the others; and now Mandy.
Two days later, matters escalated even further. I got angry about something she’d arranged without discussing with me. It was about the camera security system that was being put in that day. I’d let the electrician in and left him as he got on with the job. A little while later I’d walked into my bedroom to see him putting a camera onto the wall facing my bed. Angrily, I asked him what he was doing. He told me Mandy had rung him two days before to modify the order and instructed him to put one in my room. Furious, I went straight up to Mandy’s bedroom, where she was still lying in bed reading a book and, as usual, wearing one of her short and sheer nighties: the one that left nothing to the imagination.
She listened to my complaint quietly. She hesitated a while and finally looked strangely at me, smiled funnily, and asked me to follow her. She walked down to my room, me in tow, and walked up to the electrician. I could see him do a double take as he eyed her see-through garb: breasts, nipples and pubis all clearly visible through the sheer fabric. She then sat down on my bed, legs slightly apart and addressed him, still on the ladder installing the camera.
“Peter, can you take a break for a moment? I need to talk to you about this. Do you mind? By the way, sorry about still wearing this nightie. Haven’t had time to get dressed yet. I know it’s a bit risqué but I’m sure you understand.
Peter was a guy in his late twenties – tall, well built but not overly bright. I could see he was having difficulty taking his eyes off Mandy’s crotch, which by now was even more visible, as she sat further forward on the bed, the nightie rising up even further, her legs now even wider open. He probably couldn’t believe what he was seeing but by the growing look at the front of his pants he was enjoying it.
He spoke, voice husky, mouth obviously dry: “Sure. Not a problem. You look good. What can I do?”
Mandy smiled at him. It was pretty obvious he was putty in her hands. As was I. Me, I was just standing there not really knowing what to do. Mandy as usual was running the show.
She said, looking Peter in the eye, one of the two that were ogling her now clearly exposed cunt: “Chris here is complaining about this camera. There’s no problem putting it in is there, Peter?
“No. No problem at all”, he replied.
Mandy continued: “Good. I’ve had trouble with Chris all week. Being difficult. So thought I’d check with you first. So I’m now going to explain to Chris why questioning you was inappropriate. And I would like you to hear what I have to say, so you deal with him appropriately if he tries it again. Now … sit down here.” She pointed to the arm chair beside the ladder, positioned right in front of where she was sitting. She was obviously intent on allowing him full view. It was not unusual for her to deliberately humiliate me by exposing herself to men whilst I was there. She knew I got off on it, and to be honest, I could already feel the effect down below.
Peter nodded and swallowed and came down from the ladder. He sat on the chair and unsuccessfully tried to hide his adjustment of his trouser fronts, which by now had expanded noticeably. Mandy had obviously seen the same and was smiling benignly at him.
Mandy then wagged her finger at me and indicated to get on my knees in front of her. I hesitated. This was something she’d never asked of me before. Seeing I wasn’t complying, she slowly she stood up, looked directly at me and slapped me hard across the face. I heard Peter gasp. This was pretty open. A wife smacking her husband publicly like that. He would obviously be getting a clear idea of who was in charge here. Probably wondering if I had any balls at all.
“Get on your fucking knees, you wimp”, she spat at me, looking me directly in the face. I looked across at Peter, who was now grinning. He clearly liked the show.
I got on my knees and Mandy then sat down again, positioning herself to ensure Peter’s view between her legs continued unimpeded. My thought was that she would have been quite wet by now, knowing how much she got off on exhibitionism. My heart was beating hard with sexual excitement as I saw him now look openly and hard at her body, without any attempt to hide his interest.
Mandy continued with her attempt to publicly humiliate me: “Chris, let’s get something straight. So Peter understands. You don’t make the decisions in this house, do you? I do. So, if I say there’s to be a camera there, it will be there. Is that clear?”
Once again I hesitated. Surely she was wasn’t expecting me to declare this in front of the electrician?
Immediately, Mandy smacked me once again across the face.
“Are you deaf? Let’s try again. Who makes the decisions in this house?”
Quickly, I responded. I knew there was no choice: “You do, Mandy.”
She countered: “That’s right Chris. I do. So apologise to Peter for stupidly interrupting his work”
I complied, Peters face now clearly displaying amused contempt towards me.
She then pushed it even further: “Now crawl over on your stomach to Peter and show him what an apologetic creep you are. Go over and lick the bottom of his boots.
This was once again something quite new. But I complied, crawling over to him and looking up pleading for him to show me the soles of his boots. He laughed down at me as he slowly did so. I licking them, then crawled back onto my knees beside the bed.
Mandy then looked over at Peter: “Peter, I’m going to explain for Chris’s benefit why I need a camera there. So Chris, pay attention!
She began, unexpectedly pointing at Peter’s crotch: “By the way, Peter, I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but I’m intrigued by your reaction down there. It’s hard to miss, so I guess you’re probably aware of it. And given that something is obviously going on down there, I can only presume it bears some relation to me - since I know I’m still in my nightie and sort of exposed and I see you keep looking between my legs. So I thought I’d let you know it’s not unappreciated. You’re obviously a big sort of guy. I hope you have some girl that enjoys it.”
Peter blushed and was clearly encouraged. Not too many women would say or do such things. It took a lot of confidence, which Mandy had in spades. He then beamed back at her, obviously stimulated by her candid talk.
She extrapolated further. “Chris actually is quite challenged in that department. Aren’t you Chris?” She looked across to me for an answer.
I swallowed: “ Yes Mandy”.
I looked across at her and could see she was really enjoying my humiliation. I also noticed there were a number of spots of moisture spreading out on the floor beneath her. She was obviously getting off on this.
She nodded knowingly at my response and continued: “The reality, Peter, is that Chris can’t perform sexually any more. He needs pills to get it up. And when it’s up, it’s no more than 3 or so inches. Useless to any woman. Including me. If I didn’t take care, I’d be all dried up by now. Which, I can assure you, is not the case. All he can do is masturbate and even then it’s only possible with thumb and forefinger. And he needs permission even to do that now. And do you know why? He’s a weak little man, who’s obedient and needs to be kept in his place. That’s why he’s on his knees now. Submissive little wimp that he is. Aren’t you Chris?
I nodded shamefully. And as I did this, I saw Peter once again trying to adjust his fronts. This time, quite openly putting his right hand inside his trousers to make the adjustment. The shape of his erection was now clearly visible against his trousers, angling to the right, thick and long, rising up to and obviously beyond the belt line. There was a broad patch of wet visible close to where he had made the adjustment. He was obviously more than aroused. Mandy was giving him a good show. And I could see she was looking long and hard at the bulge of his erect penis. She knew he was ripe for anything she suggested.
She continued: “Anyway. So that’s why I want the camera there. So he can be monitored and doesn’t start jerking without permission. Understand Chris?” she pressed, looking across at me.
“By the way, Peter, I’ll need some help linking the camera to the web server. It needs to record 24/7 on the weekly loop you talked about the other day. Can you help with that?”
Peter assured her this would be no problem.
She continued: “That’s great. I’d like to get that done before you go today. But before that, Peter, I would love you to indulge me. I really want to punish this pathetic little man for annoying you. What say we make him strip off so you can see what a little pin dick he has under his fat belly. And looking at the size of that bulge in your trousers, you’ll easily appreciate what little I’ve had to deal with. You’ll have a laugh. Maybe it will give you some clearer idea of what I need”, she commented more than suggestively, winking seductively at him: “Will you indulge me? You can feel free to make fun of him.”
Peter nodded slowly, with a broad smile, now understanding very clearly where this was all going. He was definitely very interested. The bulge in his trousers had not subsided one iota.
Mandy turned to me: “ OK you. Get your clothes off. Now!
I looked across quizzically to Peter to gauge his reaction. He was grinning from ear to ear. Mandy was going further than she had ever gone to humiliate me. I pulled off my top, exposing my protruding stomach, something I was quite embarrassed about. Then while still on my knees, and with some difficulty, my shorts and underpants. My penis had definitely hardened and poked out horizontally about 2 or so inches. Without the blue pill that would be the best I could expect.
Mandy laughed and clapped her hands.”What do you think Peter? Look at the tiny thing between his legs. Isn’t it pathetic? Can you make him jerk off in front of us? Peter, please make him. I do love watching him humiliated by men. In any case, I want to make sure he’s completely spent before anything else happens. That’s without doubt the best way to humiliate him.
Peter was smiling almost sadistically. “No problem, Mandy.” He took a breath, faced me and commanded: “OK you little prick.” He quickly looked across at Mandy to make sure she was happy with that. She smiled affirmatively to him.
He continued, looking down at the little stick I had poking out: “What the fuck do you call that, you little worm? How can a grown man look like that. I’ve never seen anything so pathetic. Anyway. Jerk away, pindick.”
By now, Mandy was leaning back on the bed, lying on her side facing me. Her knees were up towards her chest, in a foetal like position. Her cunt was obviously well exposed and facing Peter, who had moved to sit behind her. I saw him move his hand towards her crotch and she suddenly gasped. I could see his hand moving back and forward behind her, and she started to flush. He was obviously finger fucking her.
Mandy’s eyes were starting to roll. But this didn’t stop her screaming at me: “Jerk it, you cunt. Didn’t you hear Peter?”
I immediately started my finger and thumb routine. This was quite difficult on a dick that was only partially hard. I had had no pill to make the erection. But I persisted, watching Peter becoming more confident as he fingered Mandy harder and faster. After a minute it so, she was clearly approaching orgasm. He face was bright red and she was breathing heavily as she watched me closely, drawing further pleasure from my humiliation. She had pulled her knees up as high as they could go, to make the opening between her legs as available as possible to Peter’s probing fingers. I only wished I could see his fingers pumping her, but it was on the wrong side for me to see.
Suddenly she came with a loud scream. Her head dropped to the bed and her eyes closed in the post-orgasmic calm. I kept pulling and came in an enormous rush. But kept still, not daring to move.
I watched as Peter stood up and came over to me. He put his face right into my face and spat on it. He spoke: “You pathetic little wimp. Stay there until I tell you to otherwise. Is that clear? Do you know what I’m going to do now?
He looked waiting for an answer. I wasn’t sure what to say. I felt his phlegm running down my face but dared not do anything. But he smacked me across the face anyway: “You are so pathetic. You know exactly, but are too gutless to say. Well you can just watch. Stay here.
Mandy stood up and walked over to us. She got onto her knees and began to unzip Peters trousers. His crotch was no more than a foot or so from my head. She pulled his pants down, then his underwear. Peters erection sprang out towards Mandy’s face. Mandy had been right, it was huge. Long, thick and heavily veined. Some of the veins were almost as thick as Mandy’s fingers. The shiny purple head was stretched to maximum, and noticeably wider than the enormous underlying shaft, which was as thick as Mandy’s admittedly slender wrist. Precum was dripping out of it. He was clearly very aroused.
Mandy licked the precum away right in front of my face, looking over at me as she did so. Then she placed her mouth over the head and began sucking slowly, while slowly stroking with her hand up and down the long shaft. Gradually, she moved her head down the shaft til it reached the back of her throat, leaving an unbelievable length still exposed. He must have been 9 inches in length at least. Its thickness stretched Mandy’s mouth to the maximum. I looked down at my little cock and wondered how it could be so.
Then, Peter gently instructed Mandy to kneel and place her head facing downwards on a pillow he located between my legs, her backside raised high in the air, facing away from me, cunt a-ready. Her nightgown had now fallen over her head and her pendulous breasts hung down low, nearly reaching the ground. Peter leaned forward and fondled them, all the while smiling into my face. I could see his unbelievable erection gently touch the skin between Mandy’s buttocks, and watched him move his body up and down, allowing the bulbous head to press into the crack of her opening. I could hear her breathing intensify. He let go of her breasts and with his right hand moved his cock up and down, slowly releasing her natural lubrication as he started entering her body. Mandy moved her hands around my legs for support. I could feel her grip tightening as he began moving back and forward into her cunt. Mandy was by now uttering deep groans. But he was still no more than half way in and was clearly having trouble entering any further.
He looked across at me and said sternly: “Now listen carefully, you piece of shit. Hold your hand out so I can spit on it. Then lubricate my cock with it. I quickly complied. Peter then spat down onto my hand. He pulled out of Mandys cunt and I began rubbing the spit over the length of his shaft and head. He repeated this three times. His cock was now glistening with the lubricant. Then slowly, he reentered her, now penetrating much further than before. Then after further gentle probing, he was fully inside her. I could hear her uttering deep guttural sounds. I’d never heard anything like that from her before. This was clearly sex like she had never experienced in the past. And he hadn’t even started fucking.
Then he started. Pumping slowly at first, then gradually gaining speed. Mandy began to lose her self control and started screaming loudly, clearly in some ecstatic altered state. “Oh my God. Fuck me. Fuck me. Deeper. God, I can’t believe this. Don’t stop.” She kept repeating this over and over.
By now Peter was fucking her at fast pace. Holding her hips and thrusting hard into her. Completely inside her, then out, thrusting in, then out, now moving at frenzied speed. Mandy’s moans were now continuous and very loud. Her hands were pulsing my ankles in synchrony with Peters thrusts. I too was overcome, leaning across her back watching his extraordinary pole enter and exit her, in repeated rhythm.
Then it was over. Peter shouted out at the top of his voice, over and over, as he ejaculated into her. I felt Mandy slump as she came.
All went quiet as no one moved for about a minute. Peter then slowly withdrew his penis. It was wet and covered in white cream, and still hard. He instructed Mandy to get on her back and to ensure his cum remained in her.
Peter grabbed the back of my head and pulled it towards his still massive penis.
“Clean!” he commanded. I opened my mouth and sucked him clean, swallowing everything. He then held his shaft and squeezed back and forward three or four times to deposit any remaining cum into my mouth.
“On your back!” he spat, “and open your mouth and keep it open.”
He then asked Mandy to squat over my mouth and to push out his cum. Over the next two minutes, it dripped in long viscous beads out into my mouth and down my throat, mixed with spurts of urine that were released involuntarily. Then he got down and I watched him stick his fingers up Mandy’s cunt to remove any remaining deposits, which he flicked into my mouth and then wiped onto my face. In one final assault, he smacked my balls violently with the flat of his hand and laughed as I cried out and curled up in agony.
He then lifted Mandy up off my face, placed her on the bed, and began to gently kiss her. She responded urgently and started to fondle his still half erect penis. I watched as he began to tongue her and she responded by pressing her body into him. I suddenly became aware of the intimacy of what they were doing and started to feel panic. But this subsided when I reminded myself of the difference in their ages – him late twenties, her looking late fifties, early sixties but actually much older. Their kissing started to become frantic, as she poked her tongue into his mouth, moving it around to taste inside. She started to move her hips rhythmically into him, pressing onto his penis.
Peter suddenly jumped up. He was once again as hard and as big as before. He pushed her onto her back, then pulled her legs open and upwards and drove himself into her again. Then he went onto his haunches and began poling her at an extraordinary angle, grabbing her by her thighs for leverage. I heard her gasp as he rammed himself into her, back and forwards, over and over. I was mesmerised as I watched it disappear again and again into her stretched hole. I could hear her issuing little moans; then as his pace increased, her sobs. For three minutes he pounded her mercilessly, her body moving backwards and forwards as he pulled her onto him and then away from him, like she was a rag doll . Then, much as before, it was over, with each screaming as they came together, and his cum was deposited in her once again. He pulled himself out and lay by her side. They were both still and silent for a minute or so, each lying with eyes closed. His hands reached over and gently fondled her large breasts. She reached over and put her fingers into his mouth and felt him suck them.
Then Mandy spoke: “ Chris. Come here!”
I moved over to where they lay. Mandy pointed to Peter’s now limp penis, then pointed to her mouth, clearly indicating what she expected of me. I kneeled on the bed and sucked him clean for the second time. She then pointed to her cunt, then her mouth. She opened her legs wide, pulled up her knees and held herself open for me to lick and suck her insides clean. While doing this, I became aware of more kissing and intimate groaning by each of them.
Peter then got up and started dressing. He addressed Mandy and asked her to show him her computer so he could connect the camera online. Mandy told me to stay in my room. Nothing more was said that day. I sneaked out later and got some food from the fridge and then stayed in my room all night, contemplating for hours what I’d just experienced. I found some Viagra and masturbated twice in the dark as I relived the humiliations, risking being seen by the camera. Clearly, things had now changed radically for the different. Xena had finally persuaded Mandy to take the plunge and it had happened almost without warning. Her attitude towards me had changed severely, and I was clearly now seen as something only to be tolerated in the home. Her treatment of me in front of Peter, and her insistence that he humiliate me, clearly spelled out my new place in the order of things. I was now officially a cuckold and someone to be used and abused on whim. As I found out the following day.
The next day, Mandy shouted out from her room about 7 in the morning. Her words were: “Chris, here quickly. Now”.
I hurried in. Mandy was lying in a relaxed position on the bed, still wearing the same nightdress. She made no attempt at any modesty, lying there on her back, knees up, with the soles of her feet set well apart on the sheet, nightdress slipped back and resting casually around her waist. She made no attempt to cover up and clearly couldn’t care less. Something had been in her cunt, as it was red and still stretched open. On the sheet below her was a visible wet patch. Looking at her face I could see she was flushed. Beside her on the bed was a very large vibrator and an open plastic tube of lube. It was pretty obvious what she’d just been doing. The shaft of the dildo was still glistening. I couldn’t take my eyes off the obviously deliberate, exhibitionistic display. As said, she had an enormous libido, even after the three orgasms with Peter the day before.
She then spoke to me with deliberate venom, obviously disinhibited after masturbating herself: “”Well might you look, you fucking microdick! You’ve probably worked out by now that things are changed around here. This cunt is now open season. And Peter was the first catch. Hoped you enjoyed it. In fact I’m sure you did. You perverted little man. I bet you really got off on being humiliated by a man like that. Watching him fuck me as you sat by helpless and hopeless, fiddling with your little toy dick.
“From now on, to get anywhere near my cunt – any cunt for that matter - you’ll need my permission. From today, things are changing. Other men will now be coming in regularly to replace you. Thank God for Xena, that’s all I can say. She’s already set me up with a string of guys to come over and fuck my brains out. And they’re just for starters. They’re all alphas, all well endowed. To think I’ve wasted more than forty years with you when there have been men like Peter around to fuck me.
“And you? Well you’ll have exactly what you want if you behave yourself. Xena has really set me straight about how to handle cuckolds, which I’m assuming you’re happy to stay and become. Based on your never ending, pathetic whining over the years about wanting other men to fuck me, I can only assume you’re happy to hang around as house boy and serve as needed. I know you love being humiliated and I will help you get your little jollies occasionally, provided you toe the line.
By the way, I couldn’t believe the video I got from Xena. What a pathetic little man you are. Even eating our cleaner’s sanitary pad. My God. Watching how desperate you were to demean yourself really tipped me into changing how things work around here.
“So I’m now going to make it quite clear to you what you have to do to get your perverted needs satisfied. You are now the house servant. The houseboy. You will keep the house clean, cook the meals, wash up, serve me and any guests when required, look after the finances, do the shopping and pay the bills. You may join me for meals, but only speak when spoken to. Now, regarding sex. I will have sex whenever I want, with whomever I want. When I have a partner over, you will wear the beautifully demeaning maid’s uniform Xena’s given me, and serve as required and instructed. You will defer to every alpha that comes around by curtseying when they arrive and by keeping your eyes down at all times. You will always address them as Sir. When instructed, you will go to your room and keep quiet and not leave til given permission to leave.
“From now on you will wear a cockcage. Xena’s given me one. She thinks it will be small enough for you. She’s made it clear that no cuck must be allowed to touch his penis without permission. So know that. Sexual release had to be earned and will only be allowed under conditions of public humiliation – that means at least one other person needs to be present and this can be by webcam if needed. And that person, and others if more, will have free rein to use and abuse you as they see fit. You can thank me later.
“You will be allowed occasionally to watch me being fucked, like yesterday, provided the guy agrees. But you will be required to be quiet and unobtrusive. You may or may not be allowed to masturbate watching us. And you will probably be expected to clean up after he’s cum in me. But all of that will depend on how I feel on the day.
“To be allowed in at all, you will need to earn it. Two things will be required. First, you will have to maintain high service as my houseboy. Second, you will need to provide some special service when required. This may be performing some service for my fuck mate or his friends; or carrying out some task for Xena or maybe for some one else – Xena did mention she might occasionally need houseboy service when she has her men around. She also has a number of gay friends she will send around to use you – apparently these men love heterosexual cuck meat. So you’ll need to make sure you please them. You’ll need to read up on how to clean yourself in preparation. Xena may also want you to go around and put on a show occasionally to entertain her friends.
Another thing. Xena will now be training you as my cuckold, and until that’s complete you will not be permitted into my bedroom. You will serve but go to your room while I have sex. Maybe if I get a good report from Xena in the meantime, I’ll let you kneel on the floor outside my bedroom so you can listen and masturbate.
She stopped, obviously thinking about something, then continued: “I need some tea. Go get me some.” She waved her hand towards the door in dismissal. As I walked out she added: “And be quick about it.” Clearly, houseboy service had now started.
I scampered off, and when I returned 5 minutes heard the vibrator buzzing. I walked in and saw she had the vibrator up inside her. Her eyes were closed, the skin of her face was pulled tight in concentration, and she was breathing fast. I put the tea down and stood waiting for her to finish. There was a brief acknowledgement of my presence as she opened her eyes briefly to look at me then closed them again. I looked down and watched the vibrator pushed deep into her cunt, stroking in and out. She was using the flat stimulator on her clitoris.
I could feel my arousal increase as I watched her and would loved to have been able to rub myself. But I knew this wasn’t permitted.
I stood and waited. A few minutes later she orgasmed loudly and lay still while she recovered. She then roused and handed me the vibrators, telling me to go clean them and to bring back a wet cloth. I went off to do that and returned five minutes later with a cloth, which I handed to her. She used it to clean between my legs and inside her passage, then threw it casually on the floor, telling me to put it in the washing.
I picked it up and took it away. When I returned, she told me to stand at the foot of the bed and listen.
“I’d always appreciated you sort of liked a little humiliation to spice things up. But after watching Xena’s video, I realised you were in a whole other league. You are so fucking perverted it took me days to get my head around it. Jerking off with your pathetic little willy in front of our friends, Pam and Xena. Eating cum from used condoms. Letting Pam piss and spit in your mouth. Even eating Deena’s period pad. Our cleaner for God’s sake. Though she’s no longer needed with you doing that now. But she’s told me you can expect the occasional call from her to do some cleaning at her place.
“Admittedly Xena set you up for it. I know how much she enjoys emasculating beta men. But you made the choice. You wanted it. Obviously very badly. I can’t remember the last time I saw you get it up like that.
“What the video made crystal clear is that you simply aren’t a normal man in any sense of the term. It’s not only that you don’t have the equipment for normal sexual relations. It’s far more than that. You are mentally weak and inferior in character. And your sexual needs are twisted and perverted. From a partnering viewpoint, you are not fit for female consumption. I watched how much you grovelled on the floor and allowed Xena and Pam to humiliate you. How you creepily masturbated in front of them while they spat and urinated on you. How you licked Pams urine off the floor. How you ate other men’s cum. How much you got off on all that. Even ate Deena’s bloody tampon. Fuck me! And she sent Deena a copy of the video of it! I wondered how I could I look her in the face again, the wife of someone who sucked and chewed the blood from her period. Thank God I spoke to her to set things straight. She now knows what I think of you and that you will never have sexual access to my body again. She told me what she thinks of you - a vile little creep; and so do I. As Deena said, no woman would ever want a sexual relationship with someone like you. When I think about how I’ve blinded myself to what you really are, out of some outdated notion of loyalty or duty. How many years I’ve wasted.
“Thank God. That’s now over. It took me a long while to get it. Thank heavens for Xena persisting with me. By the way, having the men there to ogle me exhibiting, while you sat next to me, was Xena’s idea. You probably weren’t aware she was watching you. She said she really got off on seeing you humiliated on those occasions. She’s a real sadist. She thought it would do me good for me to let loose like that. Open up for other men and see you cringe. And it was. She wanted to see how weak and submissive you were; and you sure were. No real man would let his wife humiliate him like that. She thought that would be a good test of whether you were a beta or not. And, realising that you were, started to change my mind about you. And where you fitted into my life. Now, the thought now of having your cock anywhere near me makes me sick.
“Anyway. That’s it. So now you know exactly how I feel. From now on your life’s going to be completely different. That is, if you choose to hang around, which I have no doubt you will. From now on, you will do what cuckolds are expected to do. Understand? When you in the house you will do what ever I tell you do. You’ll be my houseboy and act like it. Even if I tell you to clean the toilets with your tongue, that’s what you will do. Is that clear?”
I bowed my head solemnly and nodded, so she’d be in no doubt that I was submitting to her. I knew what my place was to be and wanted it badly. I definitely didn’t want any misunderstanding. Inside my head, I was jumping for joy.
“You’ll start your training with Xena straight away. She calls you a low grade beta by the way. Not even a normal beta.. Did you know that part of Xena’s income comes from beta training and maintenance for their wives. Usually the beta does the paying of course. As you will be. Xena says it’s her sadovocation. She calls it virtual castration. She says by the time she finishes with these betas they might as well have had their balls cut off. She says this is usually what cuckold wives want anyway: an obedient, emasculated male who behaves like a houseboy and does what he’s told. She promises I won’t even know you after her training. And predicts she’ll have you willingly neutered before the year’s out.
Mandy then reached into the drawer beside her bed and pulled out a package. I immediately recognised it – a cockcage.
“Now. Pull your pants down”
I complied.
She slowly attached the ring behind my cock and testicles and then attached the small cage to it, carefully inserting its narrow tube into the end of my cock so I could urinate without mess when required. She then inserted a key into the lock and turned it. In that one move, my life changed forever. I was then sent to my room.
Chapter 5 to come soon
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