The Motherly Dungeon
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Part One.
When I first awoke from whatever it was she had slipped in my drink that night before, I was groggy and my eyes could barely focus. Everything was fuzzy. Still, I could tell right away that I had been restrained. I was standing but I couldn't lower my arms. They were tied at the wrists with nylon ropes raised up above my head.
The restraints were connected to more ropes hanging from some pipes in the ceiling. I think it looked like our unfinished basement but I wasn't sure. The concrete walls looked familiar. The room was dimly lit. A black light was on behind me, I could hear music playing back there as well. It was the kind of music that you hear in massage parlors. Soft mediation like sounds with no voices and no real tune.
I tried to move my legs to get free but could not. They had been shackled at the ankles, shoulder length apart, to something on the floor. I realized that I was naked. Then I heard my wife's voice from behind. "I see that you are awake now."
"Christine? Oh, thank god! What's going on? Get me out of here!" And then I heard her laugh.
"Oh, I don't think so, darling."
"What? Why not? What are you talking about? Seriously. Get me out of here!"
I felt her hands caressing my chest and stomach from behind. Her face was on my neck. She pressed up against by backside and whispered into my ear. I was uncomfortable. Things were not right.
"I know," she cooed. "I found out.... You aren't who I thought you were. You aren't the man that I thought you were. And darling, after tonight, you won't be a man at all."
"Christine? What are you talking about. Please let me loose and let's get out of here!"
She just laughed again and said, "I don't think so. You're not getting out of here until I say so. You're not getting out of here until some serious changes are made."
She slid a hand down from my stomach to my crotch and grasped it firmly. For some reason, my cock immediately began to harden in her hand. I didn't know why it would in this predicament. The fear? The confusion? The uncertainty?
"Awww, It looks like the pills are working, precious," she almost sneered into my ear while fondling my cock and balls. It continued to grow harder in spite of everything that was happening. With her other hand, she grasped my neck and pulled my head back. She whispered again more sternly this time, "Paybacks are a bitch, sweetie."
With my cock now almost painfully engorged, she let go and stepped away from behind. A few moments later, I could feel her come back. This time she had a warm wash cloth. Still from behind, she began to rub it all over my chest, then my underarms. She rinsed it and then returned rubbing it on my legs, then my pubic region. And finally, she reached back and rubbed it on my ass, paying particular attention to get the area between the cheeks.
"This should work soon enough, darling. But I'm impatient," I heard her say. "I want you clean now."
"Christine? What are you talking about? What the hell are you doing? Cut me loose now, dammit."
I heard a familiar fizzing sound from behind. Like a canister of my shaving cream.
"Okay, Chris. This is not funny. This is definitely not funny. Let me go now!"
She began spreading the shaving cream over my front, my chest, armpits, legs and groin. "Oh, I am going to enjoy this," she said. "I am really going to enjoy this!" I twisted and wriggled to get free but it was no use. I was helpless to escape.
As she took the razor and began to shave my chest, I screamed "No stop! What are you doing you crazy bitch?"
With that, after a few razor strokes to my chest she stopped and backed away again. Thank god she's come to her senses. I sighed in relief. But then I heard her say, "You know Richard, I don't want to hear this. I don't want to hear you in fact. So now you are just going to have to shut up!" I could hear her washing her hands of the shaving cream and some clicking sounds. Then I felt her hands again on my mouth, pulling it open with all fingers. I tried to speak but the words that I wanted to say were just a garbled mush.
"What's that? What's that? I didn't hear you."
She released her hold and I spit out "Quit this! Quit this now!"
It was then that I saw the red ball of the gag come over my forehead and drop in front of my eyes. "Oh, Jesus Christine stop!" She began to fasten the black leather straps behind my head and position the ball in front of my mouth. "What is wrong with you?" I shouted.
"Well, for starters you slut!"
With both hands she began trying to position the gag over my mouth. I clenched my mouth. I resisted with everything I had left in me. Thrashing my head wildly back and forth, now cursing her very existence.
"Open wide, baby."
"No!!!"
"Okay. You can't hold out forever. See these? Not just good for laundry, you know." She took a clothespin and snapped it across my nostrils. I couldn't breathe, but I endured until I could no more. I desperately wanted to say that I was sorry, that whatever it was we could talk about it and work things out, that I loved her in spite of this all, but I knew that as soon as I came up for air and opened my mouth that gag was going into it. I couldn't hold out. As soon as I opened my mouth for air the ball gag slipped in. Thankfully, she released the clothespin on my nose and I could breathe again. But now I was silenced. I was reduced to a murmuring, slobbering, incoherent captive.
With the clink-clink sound of metal from the bowl behind she proceeded to then shave me bare. She arrived at my pubic region last, laughing and taunting me throughout. When she finished shaving my pubes and balls, she gave a couple of rough tugs on my somehow still engorged cock. To my amazement, it was literally oozing pre-cum in a steady stream to the floor. I was moaning, whimpering and weeping now. Tears ran down my cheeks. Now finished, she stood up in front of me in her lavender lingerie. She looked inches away from my pleading face, jerking my raging, hard, bald cock, and said, "Well look at you, Dick!" I continued to cry and moan, wishing that I could say something, anything that sounded like words..
As she continued jerking my now painfully swollen and purple cock and still looking into my eyes, she said, "Now my dear, this is where your manhood ends. You won't ever cheat on me again. At least not with another woman. If I let you stick around, it will be on my terms. My say so. I think that I will like you better as a girlfriend anyway." She released her hand from my dripping cock and stepped behind again. A few moments later, I felt a well lubricated finger penetrating my asshole.
When I first awoke from whatever it was she had slipped in my drink that night before, I was groggy and my eyes could barely focus. Everything was fuzzy. Still, I could tell right away that I had been restrained. I was standing but I couldn't lower my arms. They were tied at the wrists with nylon ropes raised up above my head.
The restraints were connected to more ropes hanging from some pipes in the ceiling. I think it looked like our unfinished basement but I wasn't sure. The concrete walls looked familiar. The room was dimly lit. A black light was on behind me, I could hear music playing back there as well. It was the kind of music that you hear in massage parlors. Soft mediation like sounds with no voices and no real tune.
I tried to move my legs to get free but could not. They had been shackled at the ankles, shoulder length apart, to something on the floor. I realized that I was naked. Then I heard my wife's voice from behind. "I see that you are awake now."
"Christine? Oh, thank god! What's going on? Get me out of here!" And then I heard her laugh.
"Oh, I don't think so, darling."
"What? Why not? What are you talking about? Seriously. Get me out of here!"
I felt her hands caressing my chest and stomach from behind. Her face was on my neck. She pressed up against by backside and whispered into my ear. I was uncomfortable. Things were not right.
"I know," she cooed. "I found out.... You aren't who I thought you were. You aren't the man that I thought you were. And darling, after tonight, you won't be a man at all."
"Christine? What are you talking about. Please let me loose and let's get out of here!"
She just laughed again and said, "I don't think so. You're not getting out of here until I say so. You're not getting out of here until some serious changes are made."
She slid a hand down from my stomach to my crotch and grasped it firmly. For some reason, my cock immediately began to harden in her hand. I didn't know why it would in this predicament. The fear? The confusion? The uncertainty?
"Awww, It looks like the pills are working, precious," she almost sneered into my ear while fondling my cock and balls. It continued to grow harder in spite of everything that was happening. With her other hand, she grasped my neck and pulled my head back. She whispered again more sternly this time, "Paybacks are a bitch, sweetie."
With my cock now almost painfully engorged, she let go and stepped away from behind. A few moments later, I could feel her come back. This time she had a warm wash cloth. Still from behind, she began to rub it all over my chest, then my underarms. She rinsed it and then returned rubbing it on my legs, then my pubic region. And finally, she reached back and rubbed it on my ass, paying particular attention to get the area between the cheeks.
"This should work soon enough, darling. But I'm impatient," I heard her say. "I want you clean now."
"Christine? What are you talking about? What the hell are you doing? Cut me loose now, dammit."
I heard a familiar fizzing sound from behind. Like a canister of my shaving cream.
"Okay, Chris. This is not funny. This is definitely not funny. Let me go now!"
She began spreading the shaving cream over my front, my chest, armpits, legs and groin. "Oh, I am going to enjoy this," she said. "I am really going to enjoy this!" I twisted and wriggled to get free but it was no use. I was helpless to escape.
As she took the razor and began to shave my chest, I screamed "No stop! What are you doing you crazy bitch?"
With that, after a few razor strokes to my chest she stopped and backed away again. Thank god she's come to her senses. I sighed in relief. But then I heard her say, "You know Richard, I don't want to hear this. I don't want to hear you in fact. So now you are just going to have to shut up!" I could hear her washing her hands of the shaving cream and some clicking sounds. Then I felt her hands again on my mouth, pulling it open with all fingers. I tried to speak but the words that I wanted to say were just a garbled mush.
"What's that? What's that? I didn't hear you."
She released her hold and I spit out "Quit this! Quit this now!"
It was then that I saw the red ball of the gag come over my forehead and drop in front of my eyes. "Oh, Jesus Christine stop!" She began to fasten the black leather straps behind my head and position the ball in front of my mouth. "What is wrong with you?" I shouted.
"Well, for starters you slut!"
With both hands she began trying to position the gag over my mouth. I clenched my mouth. I resisted with everything I had left in me. Thrashing my head wildly back and forth, now cursing her very existence.
"Open wide, baby."
"No!!!"
"Okay. You can't hold out forever. See these? Not just good for laundry, you know." She took a clothespin and snapped it across my nostrils. I couldn't breathe, but I endured until I could no more. I desperately wanted to say that I was sorry, that whatever it was we could talk about it and work things out, that I loved her in spite of this all, but I knew that as soon as I came up for air and opened my mouth that gag was going into it. I couldn't hold out. As soon as I opened my mouth for air the ball gag slipped in. Thankfully, she released the clothespin on my nose and I could breathe again. But now I was silenced. I was reduced to a murmuring, slobbering, incoherent captive.
With the clink-clink sound of metal from the bowl behind she proceeded to then shave me bare. She arrived at my pubic region last, laughing and taunting me throughout. When she finished shaving my pubes and balls, she gave a couple of rough tugs on my somehow still engorged cock. To my amazement, it was literally oozing pre-cum in a steady stream to the floor. I was moaning, whimpering and weeping now. Tears ran down my cheeks. Now finished, she stood up in front of me in her lavender lingerie. She looked inches away from my pleading face, jerking my raging, hard, bald cock, and said, "Well look at you, Dick!" I continued to cry and moan, wishing that I could say something, anything that sounded like words..
As she continued jerking my now painfully swollen and purple cock and still looking into my eyes, she said, "Now my dear, this is where your manhood ends. You won't ever cheat on me again. At least not with another woman. If I let you stick around, it will be on my terms. My say so. I think that I will like you better as a girlfriend anyway." She released her hand from my dripping cock and stepped behind again. A few moments later, I felt a well lubricated finger penetrating my asshole.
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