Cuckoldry Descent In Older Age. Chapter 3 free porn video

Story so far: Over the last few years, my wife Mandy had become increasingly disenchanted with the carnal aspects of our marriage. Her changing attitude reflected, in no small part, the self-serving interests of her close friend Xena, whose libido reportedly exceeded even that of my wife. Mandy had for many years been more than accepting of our coital incompatibility – small penis, large vaginal cavity – and the use of prosthetic substitutes. But this tolerance has been gradually whittled away by exposure to Xena’s libertine approach to sexual opportunism. More recently, Mandy had begun expressing her frustration by flirting with other men and engaging in explicit exhibitionism. She now enjoyed going out of her way to humiliate me socially.

Chapter 3: Chris downsizes and is rewarded
Xena’s remoulding of Mandy’s attitudes on matrimonial obligation and other matters sexual was starting to have a powerful impact on Mandy. I hoped desperately it would only be a matter of time before she took the plunge and began inviting men into our home to satisfy her sexual needs. And when it occurred, I knew she would have no qualms relegating me to cuckold status. She had always done whatever she wanted and would just expect me to fall in line.

Until Xena came along, the idea of extra-marital sex had been anathema to her, and she’d always rejected the advances of men who fancied getting into her pants. Now, though, I felt the prospects of being cuckolded were considerably better than chance. But what role I would play in this new order if it eventuated? Would I be relegated to another room? Would I be allowed to watch? Masturbate? Clean up? Would she indulge my fetish for humiliation?

As it turned out, the event that finally tipped the balance was both unexpected and ironic – radical surgical removal of a cancerous prostate gland. And cruel, since the operation made my already feeble sexual capabilities worse, leaving me diminished in both penis size and erectile capacity. I found out too late that these were actually common outcomes of the radical approach chosen. And I hadn’t appreciated the impact mentally and physically of the impotence that followed. Or how, for some reason, the little blue pill proved underwhelming and unreliable for me.

The biological reasons for this disaster were depressingly simple. The prostate wraps around the urethral tube that connects bladder to penis. This tube is needed not only for urination but is also important for normal erectile function. During erection, the lower part of the urethral tube is pulled outside the body to provide the additional tissue needed for lengthening the penis. The prostate adds lubricant to the sperm that travel to it during orgasm via the connecting tube from the testicles, to ensure effective carriage of the mixture out of the man’s body into the woman.

Removal of my prostate also meant removal of the inch and a half section of urethral tube around which it had been located. It also meant that when the two cut ends of the tube were surgically rejoined, a significant part of the penis had to be pulled inside the body so that the two ends could meet. Outside the body, this left only the purple tip and barely present shaft of a very diminished penis. Erections were also compromised. The erect penis was now one and half inches shorter and, to add insult to injury, was much reduced in girth.

And there were other consequences. Firstly, ejaculations were now usually dry, given that the testicles had been disconnected and the prostate removed. In other words, there was no cum any more. Curiously, though, a clear liquid does squirt out occasionally, though I have no idea where it comes from. Essentially, it means I can now squirt like some women. Nice. But at least I can still pull off and get to orgasm. Secondly, there was nerve damage, meaning it was now difficult to obtain an erection naturally. Viagra helped, and I was able most times to get it up briefly, but not reliably. And often not too hard. Better, though, I could inject into the penis using a liquid called Caverject. Yes … ouch. But it was pretty good. Once I’d found the right dose, the penis could stay erect for hours, hard as a rock. But it remained painful for quite a while after I’d jerked off.

So, the upshot was that I’d shifted from owning what was a relatively under endowed, minimally functional manhood, to one that barely extended from the body when flaccid and which when erect was essentially, a prepubescent 3.5 inches. The effect of all this was that I was now unable to have even unsatisfactory sex with my wife. It was so short that I couldn’t insert into her in any useful way; it couldn’t get far enough in to hold and it was hard even to know if it actually inside her. Mandy’s view, expressed within the week or so we tried following recovery from the operation, was that we might as well give up, since she felt absolutely nothing. In the end, Mandy told me not even to bother. So, conventional sex was abandoned. And to add insult to injury, she told me that while my new thumb and forefinger routine was initially amusing, pathetic as it was, it eventually became “too embarrassing to watch.” Within another week, I was permanently evicted from the main bedroom and told that if I had to jerk off, to do it in my own room.

So in between servicing Mandy, as her personal dildo, vibrator and sex machine operator, my sex life reduced simply to masturbating in my own bedroom. And pretty soon, I realized this just wasn’t enough. I hadn’t appreciated how much jerking off on my knees in front of Mandy had meant to me – being able to see and hear her contempt while I did so was what I needed. I needed to feel sexually humiliated. Even porn stopped helping. I began to devise ways of creating my own humiliating circumstances. Letting “slip” to a few of Mandy’s friends, for example, about how small and impotent I was. Finding humiliation in their reaction, giving me fantasy food for later masturbation. Finding opportunities like that.

I kept thinking more and more about if and when Mandy would start to call on other men. I started thinking more and more about Xena, fantasizing about being subjected to humiliating submissions by her. Then I had an idea. Maybe I’d talk to Xena about my “embarrassing” penis and see what happened. I’d be able to get off for quite a while afterwards on that. Perhaps tell her how much I wanted to be cuckolded and how I’d urged Mandy about it. And maybe even see if she could do something to help Mandy make the shift.

A week later, I called Xena and asked if I could pop around and get some advice on a problem at home.

“Of course,” she said. “Will Mandy be coming?”

“No, just me.” I quietly replied, hoping she wouldn’t refuse.

“Well, this should be interesting”, she jibed. “Come around … say next Monday about 4:30. I’ll probably be my own when you arrive, though Pam might pop in. You won’t mind if she’s there?

Of course I agreed. I wasn’t going to risk Xena pulling back. And I found the idea of verbally humiliating myself in front of two not just one woman more than arousing.

Five days later, at the appointed time, I drove around and knocked on Xena’s door. As promised, she was alone. She got me a drink. We sat down and faced each other. I saw she was quite lightly dressed, and I was more than aware of how she let her skirt ride high to show significant amounts of creamy thigh. And she obviously wasn’t wearing a bra and I could see many inches of the deep cleft between her amazing breasts. My thought was: she’s done this deliberately. And I appreciated it.

She looked amused and took the initiative to get things going: “OK, so what’s it about?”

I swallowed dryly and jumped right in: “Xena. It’s a bit personal and involves Mandy, so I hope you don’t mind. It’s to do with our sex life. Would you mind if I asked you for some advice? I know you’ve shared thoughts with Mandy and I’m hoping you can advise what we should do. Is that OK with you?” It was important to ensure things were consensual.

“Sure, happy to help.”

I continued: “The problem is … since the surgery … Mandy’s told me she doesn’t want my cock in her anymore. It’s so frustrating for me. The whole thing’s hopeless.

Xena probed: “So what’s happened?”

“Well, it’s understandable from her point of view. It’s just that I now have difficulty with erections. And … this is very personal …. even when I do get an erection, it’s tiny.” I held up the little finger of my right hand to demonstrate. “ She says she can’t even feel it when I’m in her. Apparently, all this can happen with prostate surgery. Mandy may have told you how small I was before. I’m sure she would have … I know how you girls talk about these sorts of things. But the surgery has now made me even smaller. I don’t feel like a man any more. All I can do is masturbate and even then I can only do that using my thumb and forefinger. Mandy tells me it looks pathetic and is embarrassing to watch.” I was starting to feel aroused. I now knew Xena knew how sexually feeble I was. Not even able to fuck a woman. How tiny my cock was.

Xena smiled in what seemed a caring way. “Oh, Chris. That’s terrible. Is it really that small?”

“Xena, it’s hardly more than three inches. And much thinner than before. And difficult to get up.”

We were interrupted with a knock at the door.

“Answer that Chris.” Xena said authoritatively. I definitely noticed the tone.

I jumped up and let Pam in. She was dressed in her usual attire. Short shorts complete with camel toe. Bulbous breasts hanging down behind a sheer top.

“Sit here, Pammy,” Xena commanded, patting the sofa. “Chris has an interesting problem.” She turned to me: “Chris, do you mind if I bring Pam up to date?

I felt a sensual throbbing in the penis. This was far better than I’d expected.

I saw Pam look at me as Xena went on. “Pam. Chris tells me he’s so little down there,” pointing unambiguously to my crotch. “About three inches, you said, isn’t that right Chris? Though it’s hard to believe any grown man can be that small. Pammy, you’ve had experience with small men, haven’t you?”

“Xena, you know full well! Bill couldn’t do anything useful with his dick, other than pull himself off course. But he was certainly bigger than you say Chris is. And he was pretty good at finding guys for me. Spent hours on websites looking for nice looking guys with big cocks. Made them send him full length photos showing face, body and full erection before he’d consider them. Thank God for Bill. But mind you, they sure took it out on him for being so pushy once they got to come around. I always enjoyed watching them make him grovel. But Chris, how is this playing out for you?

I quickly replied: “ Pam, that’s exactly my problem! I want Mandy to have other men too! But she won’t even think about it, much as I tell her I’m OK with the idea.

“And it’s now even worse. Mandy won’t even consider having my penis near her any more. She tells me it’s an embarrassment.”

Xena spoke: “ So what do you do then?”

I took a deep breath and explained: “Mandy's got a lot of sex aids. She has me use them on her. Actually, I think I’m pretty good at it.” Then I thought … how pathetic I was to boast that.

Xena: “And what about you? Does she allow you to masturbate?

I thought about that question. It took quite a leap to suggest I needed permission. Which of course I did. But then I realized she would know anyway. Mandy would have told her. So I answered honestly.

“Yes. She allows me to go to my room to jerk off. She only says no when I’ve annoyed her.

Xena cut in: “Look Chris, I’m going to be candid. I actually know all about the situation. Mandy and I have spoken a lot about her problem with you. So here’s the real problem. Men like you are little men. What we call betas. Men who usually willingly serve their wives as required but are not allowed to fuck them. That’s left for other men to do. Real men, who can. What we call alphas. You’re just the typical small-dicked beta husband, who should really be there as a houseboy to scamper around and serve as needed. I’ve already explained this to Mandy at some length.”

She stopped and was obviously in thought. Then: “How she’s put up with you I really don’t know. Do you realize Mandy has never had a real man? Do you know this? The poor woman. She’s only ever known you. So in my view, either you’re out of her life, or you do what most beta husbands end up doing – become the cuck houseboy. She’s told me about your constant need for humiliation, so I know you’d jump at the chance.

I felt myself going red again. This was far more than I’d expected. I saw Xena and Pam watching me closely, with a sort of anticipation. I pressed on: “Xena, I know Mandy should and needs to have sex with other men. I want her to. I know I can’t give her what she needs. I’ve talked to her about it, but she’s refused. Can you help? I’ll promise I’ll do anything if you can make this happen.”

Xena looked at me and she slowly smiled: “Well! I’m actually more than happy to help. But if Mandy makes the change, then the price of remaining with her will be your freedom. Thereafter, you’ll simply do as you’re told. Not only by Mandy but by me whenever I choose to get involved. To use the vernacular, you’ll be our bitch. We will own you. As I said, betas don’t belong in the bedroom. They belong at work, earning money for their wives, they belong in the kitchen, serving their wife as she needs. They clean the house. They clean up the messes left by their wives and their alpha men. Your job will be to serve and be used as needed.”

Xena continued: “So yes, Mandy does need other men. You’re right. I’m pleased you agree with that. Well done. Alpha men who know how to pleasure a woman. Actually, I think you’ll find she is already very close to agreeing to the idea. And I’m happy to talk to her further to get her across the line.

She continued: “I’ve already offered to arrange men for her, but so far, she’s held back. But we’ve agreed that I get you for training if she decides to go that route. You wouldn’t really know this, but that’s something all cucks need at first. Beta males who want to be cuckolds usually have trouble when fantasy turns into reality. It’s never quite like they imagined. Their ego gets in the way. They may be small-dicked weaklings, like you, but when they first see their wives fucked by some big-dicked alpha male, they suddenly start to feel inadequate – perhaps not so surprising! You’ll need to have all that knocked out of you. You need to know and truly feel what you really are – a servile beta. What I like to think of as a pre-op eunuch, something I suspect you’ll soon appreciate.

Pammy looked at me and I saw contempt on her face. “Do you know what I think of betas, Chris? They’re pathetic little weaklings. Like you. The thought of sex with betas like you makes me sick!

Now this took me by surprise. And, like a sudden shift in the wind, I felt the mood change. And how it did.

Xena laughed and looked at Pam: “Well, Pammy, show him what you think of him. Don’t just tell him.”

Pam lifted her hand and with her forefinger pointed to the floor in front of her. She looked across at Xena: “No problem.”

This turn of events was starting to arouse me even further. I was definitely onside with this. So I obediently went to the spot she indicated and knelt on the floor facing her. Slowly, she put her hand down her shorts and started feeling around. Then she pulled it out, extending her middle finger, which now glistened wet. She held it up in front of my face, with the other fingers curled back, in an obviously insulting gesture. Then moved the finger under my nose and wiped it across my lips. The smell was overpowering with a mix of sex and unwashed genitals.

“Yes, Chris, that’s from my cunt. Just so you can know what you’ll never have. Something you’ll never have access to. Does it smell good? Does it make your little cock go hard?”

Xena laughed out loud: “Great idea.” She repeated the episode herself, also gesturing crudely at me and then wiping her middle finger across my lips.

She spat out: “And that’s so you know what you’ll never have from me! My cunt is something you can only dream about.”

These women had no shame and they were supremely confident in their power over me. They clearly felt deep contempt. Perversely, this was exactly what I wanted. I tasted the wetness of their cunts on my mouth and slowly breathed in through my nose, savoring this wonderful and sexually humiliating gift. I could feel its powerful effect on my cock. I started to feel dizzy.

Pam clapped in amusement at my actions and continued: “Well, I think now’s the time see what the fuss is all about”, looking down at my crotch. I felt my breath draw in as I waited for her instruction. But instead, she leaned forward and smacked me hard across the face. “Pay attention, Chris. Can’t you work out what to do? Are you stupid? I expect you to think! I want those pants down now!”

I quickly complied. My cock was already half erect, poking out a few inches. I quickly reflected on the fact. I’d had no Viagra for days. What did this mean? Had the problem really been a psychological one?

Both the women laughed. Pam leaned over and tapped the tip of my penis, then with her tiny hand pulled the foreskin back. She provocatively stroked under the head as I watched, mesmerized. I looked in amazement as it grew to full length, completely erect in its ultra-short majesty. For the first time, I actually felt embarrassed.

Pam looked at it and smirked: “My God. Now I really do understand. At least Bill had something you could get a hold of. Only a monkey could be proud of something like that. You’re just like a little monkey, Chrissie. Aren’t you? Maybe we should put you in a zoo!” She laughed loudly at her own humor, then went on: “OK you pathetic little beta, start jerking. Let’s see what you can do.”

Xena laughed out loud. “God, does that look pathetic.” She looked at me pityingly and said: “So that’s what Mandy’s had to put up with! The poor woman.”

Curiously, I was now starting to feel a little uncomfortable with their deliberate attempts to humiliate me. I tried to understand the feeling and found it very strange.

Xena then pulled out a small camera. She looked at me: “Chris, I going to film this for Mandy. I’m sure you don’t mind. I want to show her the real you: a pathetic wimp jerking off on his knees in front of her friends! It’s no wonder she has no interest in fucking you. The pin dick’s one thing. That’s bad enough. But worse is what you are - a pathetically submissive and subservient little beta.”

“I think I’m going to enjoy training you for Mandy. Converting you into Mandy’s docile little monkey. Yes Pammy, I like that description of yours! And you know what, Chris, you’ll end up loving your new role. And I can tell you this now, because you won’t really believe me, by the time I’ve finished fucking with your mind, you won’t even care about your cock. Its only use will be for peeing. By then, the ONLY thing you will care about is serving your owners. The desire will be overwhelming for you. By the way, I want you to know we already have a few betas well past that stage, who’ve willingly had their dicks and balls removed to honor their wives. A little hole is all they needed. And we were happy to oblige them with that. And there’s nothing more arousing for me than seeing a man completely neutered. Except perhaps being fucked by a thick, 9 inch dick!” As she said this she laughed and reached down to the fabric covering her crotch and rubbed it half a dozen times. I could see her eyes react to the pleasure as she did this. This woman was a force to be reckoned with.

But I listened to what she said. And just as she predicted, there no way I believed I would ever be neutered. That would never happen to me. All I felt now was an overwhelming urge to beat off in front of these women. My cock was so hard. And despite some emerging psychological doubts, I felt unbelievably aroused. This was indeed a dream come true. Who cared about the filming if this got me what I wanted?

So I started masturbating, feeling amazingly uninhibited. After a minute or so, Xena held up her hand to me: “Pam … methinks he’s enjoying this too much! Maybe we need some foreplay. OK Pam, let’s do some spit.”

Xena passed Pam a small plate and Pam gobbed onto it. Xena followed.

Xena looked at me: “That’s for you Chris. I’d like you to clean that up. Now.”

I was taken back a bit. I looked down and saw the dual deposits of phlegm spreading across the plate. I wasn’t so sure.

Pam leaned over and spat into my eye. Then hawked up and spat into the other. I went to wipe my face. Immediately, Pam smacked me across the head. I reeled. Pam spoke: “Did I tell you to do that? And what’s the matter with that plate? Is there something wrong with it. That’s our spit. You should be grateful for it. Now lick it up. NOW!” She then moved in and smacked my face once again.

I quickly leaned over and did what I was told. I turned and saw that the camera was trained directly on me. This would all be going to Mandy. What would she do? I realized I had no idea.

Pam leaned even lower and spat on my genitals. Not once but twice.

She moved in close to my face: “Rub it in you little creep. No even better. Hold your hand open.

I stopped jerking and held my hand out. Pam hawked up again and spat a huge clump of phlegm into it. I rubbed it obediently onto my cock and continued jerking.

Xena moved in and spoke right into my face: “You’ve got 30 seconds. Do it.”

I started jerking frantically, as Pam counted down and started clapping rhythmically. Xena continued filming. I felt the orgasm coming as she reached 25 seconds. Then, in an enormous rush, a watery ejaculate squirted out. Pam jumped back as it fell on her legs and feet.

Pam screamed at me: “How fucking dare you! You little shit.” She grabbed my head and pulled it downwards towards her legs. “Clean it up, "she shouted. I gratefully licked her legs and feet clean, as Xena filmed what I thought would be the end of my pathetic submission.

But Xena moved over closer, still filming. Clearly it wasn’t over yet. She commanded: “Chris, get on the floor. On your back.” She then spoke into the camera: “Mandy, I hope you enjoy this. Now you’ll really see how low he’ll go.”

She turned the camera back on me, now lying helplessly on my back on Xena’s cold tiled floor.

She spoke to Pam: “Pam, I think he’s thirsty.”

Pam went over to the kitchen bench and took a metal instrument out of one of the drawers. She then pulled my mouth open and roughly jammed it in. It gripped somehow and held my mouth open; and tightly enough to prevent closure. Out of the side of my eye, I could see Xena move in with the camera.

Then, to my amazement, I saw Pam pull off her shorts and pants and stand astride me, gleefully looking down into my face. I felt jolt of excitement as I looked directly up between her legs, and witnessed her very hairy pubis from which dangled a pair of very large labia. Who would have thought? With both hands, she pulled the labia aside to reveal her pee hole. My God, I thought. She’s going to piss into my mouth. She was now smiling quite evilly, obviously looking forward to this next humiliation. I could see the inside of her cunt was caked in white. When had she last showered! I looked quickly across at Xena. She was clearly enjoying my predicament. Looking back up at Pam's cunt, I saw a few drops start to appear, then a yellow stream, mixed with flakes of white. The stream landed in my mouth and I swallowed rapidly. It tasted like battery acid. Suddenly she stopped and screamed: “Listen! Who told you to swallow? Do not swallow unless I tell you. Do … you … understand?”

I nodded rapidly, though still didn’t really know what to do. How could I not swallow without making a mess?

Nevertheless, I obediently complied, and the urine quickly started flowing out the sides of my mouth, falling past my ears and onto the floor. Pam stopped the stream, and Xena moved over to capture the image of my face and open mouth for Mandy. Xena spoke: “OK, you can swallow now, pig. And thank Pammy for using you as a toilet! What a privilege for you. ” She laughed as she said this.

I looked up at Pam’s smirking face and thanked her. She responded by spitting into my mouth. I dared not move as it settled at the back of my throat. What was I supposed to do now? Then more urine arrived, landing on top of the spit, almost filling my mouth again.

This time, Xena moved her head over me, handing the camera to Pam, and kneeled beside me to the left of my head. I felt my eyes burn as she looked down mercilessly into me … gluttonously feeding off my helpless state. Her evil clearly ran deep. I froze under her stare and watched as she used a pencil to slowly stir the fluids in my mouth.

She then leaned down to my ear and whispered ominously: “Chris, guess what I’ve got for you now?” With that, she actually cackled. Like a witch. My God, what now?

Xena looked up at Pam and nodded – an obviously pre-arranged signal. Pam walked over to the counter and picked up a number of small canisters and took the lid off one. I watched her, wondering what was now in store for me. She brought the open canister over to Xena.

Xena took it and placed the open can under my nose. There was no doubt what it was. The smell was unmistakable. “Pammy and I have been saving this for you. Do you know how many pathetic little men like you get sent over here by their wives? Well Pammy got this little beta to leave a package for you. With that, Xena revealed a used condom, obviously filled with this guy’s cum. A lot of cum.

“He’d been denied masturbation rights for six weeks. For misbehaving. So he had a lot to give.” She laughed. “I rang his wife just after you called last week and ordered him around. Just for your pleasure.” She dangled the condom in front of me: “Here’s what he left.”

Xena placed the opening of the condom under my nose.

“Smell that, Chris. Do you like it?”

Obviously, I couldn’t speak, with Pam’s spit and urine still resting at the back of my throat. I nodded.

“Well it’s yours.” With that, she turned the condom upside down and with thumb and forefinger carefully squeezed the sticky white fluid into my mouth. Xena used the pencil again to mix it up. Pam brought the camera in close to film the concoction.

“OK, Chris, you can swallow now. Enjoy.”

I gulped the mixture down, aware of a slimy, salty film covering my tongue, and some gritty stuff catching in my throat on the way down.

“Good boy,” Xena exclaimed, as they both clapped with amusement.

“Now, for your next serve.” Xena reached inside the container and pulled out another condom. They both spat into it and shook up the contents. She then proceeded to empty it onto my face: “Now, rub it in. All over.”

I was more than conscious of the smell as I complied. I almost gagged as it covered my face. Pam then walked over to the bench and recovered the last container. Taking the lid off, she handed it to Xena. Now what? Could there be anything worse? Without doubt I was definitely starting to feel something quite new. A sense of worthlessness. As these two women, piece by piece, were taking me apart. Emasculating me in a way I’d never experienced – required to eat men’s cum, to serve as a toilet, be a spittle boy. It was clear that to them I was like a piece of meat - to be chewed and spat out. And they clearly enjoyed it.

Xena spoke: “Now Chris, I’ve left the best til last. I rang around the betas’ wives last week and hit the jackpot. Deena. You know … your house cleaner. I don’t know whether you know it, but she thinks you’re such a creep for ogling her all the time Well guess what? She had her period last week.” She stopped and smiled, savoring the moment.

I could feel my mouth drop. I could see what was coming. And not only that. How many men were there who lived this beta lifestyle? I’d had no idea how prevalent this was.

She continued: “Deena thought the idea of you and her sanitary pad getting up close and personal was a great idea. But she wants a copy of Mandy's video. And I agreed. And why not? After what she told me about your perverted behaviour when she goes around to work at Mandy’s house. It will certainly help keep you in check.”

I groaned. Sanitary pad? Could I really do this? I was also surprised that Deena thought of me in such a bad way. I’d had no idea. I fantasized about her all the time – tall, good looking, amazing muscular tone, incredible legs - a masturbator’s dream.

Xena pulled Deena’s used sanitary pad out of the last container. It had obviously dried a bit but was clearly quite wet in parts. And very red. I looked desperately at Pam, who was staring at me, eyes wide open, in rapt attention. She looked like someone getting off watching the slave in the arena cower and soil himself as the lion approached - waiting breathlessly for the inevitable bloody and gory end. No help there.

Xena addressed me: “OK, Chris, I think your face needs a bit of make up. A touch of red here and there, to contrast with the cum.” she said, pointing at my face. “This is for Deena,” she continued. “She is really looking forward to seeing this.” She then wiped the surface of the pad over my face. Once satisfied with her work she proceeded to insert Deena’s sanitary pad through the clamp and completely into my mouth. The taste was awful. I soon felt something dripping down the back of my throat. Xena then removed the clamp and commanded: “Eat it”. She then cleaned her hands by wiping them over my body.

What could I do? I really didn’t want to eat it. But, once again, I couldn’t risk Xena refusing to help Mandy and me, particularly me. So I began chewing. After a few moments she commanded me to open up so Pam could film the contents.

”How bloody disgusting!” Pam quipped. They both laughed, completely uninhibited.

As I finished, Xena turned her head towards the camera and spoke into it: “Mandy. Deena. Now you see what a pathetic little wimp he really is. Totally obedient. He eats cum and sanitary pads. He likes being used as a toilet. Loves spit. Mandy … no wonder you don’t want sex with someone like this. My advice - either get rid of him or use him as your cuck houseboy. You need to know, though, that you still need to let betas jerk off in the corner every now and then. Though not too often. And certainly not if they misbehave. It ensures they remain servile and obedient. And I’ll train him up for you, as we’ve already discussed. Now, Deena. I’m sure Mandy will still let you do the cleaning at her house. Chris pays anyway. But feel free to use him as your floor mop. And maybe you can get him to lick the floors and toilets clean.” Pam and Xena both broke into uncontrolled laughter at this idea.

Pam then settled and spoke to the camera as well: “Deena, you know you now have this little beta by the balls. Yes, by … the … balls. He’ll do whatever you want, now, you can be sure, as long as you have the video. He certainly won’t be perving on you again. But if he does, I’m sure you’ll work out some cruel and unusual punishment. And if you have trouble thinking of something, give me a call.”

So now there were four women, including my wife, who completely owned me. I had got far more than I’d wished for. But would the reality exceed the fantasy? I was starting to wonder.

Pam then spoke up urgently. “Xena, I need to pee again. Can you take the camera please. She smacked me, forcefully pushed me to the ground and peed over me. Then gobbed more spit onto me. All the while, Xena kept filming. A permanent record of the wimpy, pathetic beta I was starting to identify with.

Xena concluded: “Now, before you get dressed, Chris, I want to see this floor cleaned. It’s all wet and messy. With your tongue.” Of course I obeyed. And as I worked on the floor, I started to realize I was indeed now owned. And I also realised that what humiliation meant for me was starting to change. There was no doubt the conditioning had started. Before, humiliation was a path to sexual gratification. Now, I wasn’t so sure what it had become.

Once the floor was cleaned, Xena wrapped things up. “OK get dressed, Chris. And leave on the make up. We’ve finished with you now. There will be more another time. As promised, I gave you the advice you wanted. You now need to wait for Mandy to speak to you. And I think you’ll find the problem pretty much solved. I do believe a new life awaits you.


To be continued …. (Chapter 4)