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Chastity Belt Roulette
Chapter One

In a small town in New Jersey a small group of husbands and
wives meets each weekend for a very special evening. The purpose of
the evening is for the husbands to provide total, complete and
absolute service to the wives in any manner they see fit, while the
husbands compete for a chance at Chastity Belt Roulette. You see, each
husband is locked into a very secure and non-removable chastity belt,
which can only be unlocked with the proper key. Only two keys exist in
the world: One carefully locked away in a secret safe deposit box, and
the other safely hidden and out the reach of the husbands. Perhaps I
should digress and explain this novel approach to ensure husband
fidelity and servitude.

Six months ago I committed a cardinal sin; I cheated on my
wife. It was my first and last time, but in a moment of male weakness
I allowed myself to be tempted for simple sexual pleasure. Now I
cannot achieve an erection let alone even touch myself without first
earning the right to compete in Chastity Belt Roulette. But I am
getting ahead of myself. Like a lot of weak males I could not live
with the guilt and hoped for forgiveness from my wife. I was surprised
to learn she knew I had cheated and had kept it to herself.

When I finally told her she let out her pent up anger, but
over time our relationship seemed to improve. I was cut off from sex
during this time of course.

Then one day she sat down and laid out an ultimatum for me.

It seems she had discussed my transgression with her some of
her closest friends. One of her friends had a similar experience with
her husband. As it turned out, that friend had already joined a group
of women, who all had husbands who cheated. Each wanted the same
thing, an alternative to divorce but one that would guarantee he would
never cheat again. Even more important, to ensure he would be more
attentive to her needs, become dependent on her and look to her and
only her for sexual pleasure.

After searching for the answer, they found it. Reading up on
the strict discipline and observance of chastity by Middle East women,
they discovered that indeed a highly secure and totally effective
chastity belt was indeed made for males. In fact, since males could
cleanse more easily, the male belt could be left on indefinitely if
desired.

As the plan began to gel, the group thinned out, leaving only
those woman with husbands who would do anything not to be divorced. My
wife Gloria became interested in talking with the group.

As she learned more, she began to see a wonderful new life
taking shape for us.

I was the macho male in bed, proud of my sexual feats. Yet, my
wife always wanted to take charge. Unfortunately, my male ego wouldn't
let her, at least not very often. I earned a very comfortable living
as a prominent defense attorney, specializing in sexual harassment, my
wife was an executive at a corporation and also earned a very
comfortable salary. Our life was very simple, a beautiful home, maid,
cook, cars and great vacations. Why would I want to leave this?

On the day she approached me with the proposition, it was all
laid out for me. It was rehearsed very well.

She had hired the finest divorce lawyer available. She said
she had photographic proof of my infidelity. Furthermore, if I did not
agree to her terms, not only would she get everything, but she would
ruin my business. I was somewhat skeptical she could really ruin my
business, but I would soon learn she had the capability in hand. I sat
and listened in total disbelief. I was totally convinced she meant
every word. But what were her terms she kept alluding to?

Only after signing a confession of infidelity and agreeing to
her terms did she reveal them. They were actually simple and seemed
rather silly. All I had to do was to wear a chastity belt and attend a
party with her once a week, where I and other men, in the same
situation, would serve and obey completely anything the wives
demanded. I sat there, wondering what the catch was. A stupid chastity
belt I would take off the moment I left home and serving women did not
seem all that bad. That might be fun. All of a sudden she barked out a
command.

She told me to undress completely and take a hot shower.

While showering, she suddenly opened the curtain. She herself
was now nude. It didn't take long for my cock to snap to attention as
I hadn't had any for quite awhile now and my right hand just didn't
quite feel the same as a nice warm, wet pussy. She turned off the
water and told me that she wanted to shave all my hair from the neck
down. She had always wanted to feel me with smooth soft skin. It
sounded kinky, so what the heck. As her hands held my swollen cock she
carefully shaved my pubic hair. I admit it felt and looked rather
funny.

Next she shaved my underarms, something I really did not like.

Finally she applied a depilatory over my legs and I watched as
the hair seemed to melt away.

We turned the water back on as she hugged me, letting my cock
feel her warm body. It slid under her pussy as she pressed against my
body. I tried to angle it in, but she kept it pressed against her,
sliding between her lips. Slowly at first, then faster. I knew she
would soon be asking me to slip it in. I let her get closer and closer
and suddenly she shook, then she screamed as she pressed hard against
my aching swollen cock. I whispered, "Now I'll let you cum with a hard
cock inside you. "

As she stepped out, with a smile on her face, she quickly
turned on the cold water. It hit like a ton of bricks. In an instant
my erection was limp.

I came out of the shower screaming at her. She had already
start putting on a robe. It was her look that made me stop. It was
cold, sincere and she obviously controlled the situation. I grabbed a
towel to dry myself as she went to her closet and returned with a box.

I was curious and came over as she removed a very no nonsense
looking harness of some kind. "What the hell is that?" "It's your
chastity belt dummy." "I can't wear that, besides, I thought we were
just getting started." "You're right, we are just getting started.
That was your first lesson. You're here to please me. If I decide and
when I decide, you may be rewarded. Remember, you just signed your
life away and it's locked up now."

At the moment I wasn't sure what proof she had and I didn't
want to take chances just yet. There was time for that later. For now
I'd just go along with this game. Besides the quicker I accommodated
her the quicker this would be over, or so I thought.

First came a stainless steel band, covered with rubber that
fit tightly around my waist. It did not have any room to slide at all.
It fastened with a lock which I had never seen before.

Then she slid this rubber coated steel sheath over my limp
cock and locked it to another formidable steel piece that attached to
the belt around my waist. Two steel chains were attached to the back
of the belt. These ran between my legs and were attached to the piece
holding sheath.

Finally she locked the piece, which secured the penis sheath,
to the front of the belt with an equally secure lock. She took the key
and left the room, with me pondering just what the hell did I get
myself into.

When she returned, she smiled.

"The key to the chastity belt is now locked up along with the
confession. They are locked in a safe you aren't aware of and by
tomorrow will be safely in my attorney's hands. In case you're are
wondering, how long you will wear the chastity belt, I will tell you.
You will be wearing it long after all your pubic hair grows back. I've
been told that it is a lot of fun. Each itch should remind you of your
position in life from now on. I own your cock, I own your total and
complete attention, and I own your life. If you try to remove the
chastity belt forcefully, you will probably end up in the hospital.
I've been told no one has successfully removed it by force and those
who did, hurt themselves trying. I will also throw away the keys and
tell my attorney to execute my divorce papers with your signed
confession. You will continue to wear it until I feel you are ready to
attend a little party. When you show me complete obedience, we will
discuss our next phase."

My anger broke through. This is totally ridiculous and I"
demand you take this belt off me. I don't give a fuck what evidence
you have of my infidelity. Who cares. If you want a divorce, you got
it. There is nothing you can do harm my business."

With that she turned to the television and proceeded to play a
video tape. There were scenes of my fooling around with one of my
clients who just won a large law suite for sexual harassment. Then
there were some scenes of us in bed and finally a replay of my wife
putting on the chastity belt.

"This is for starters. I would think a little newspaper expose
of a prominent attorney screwing one of his clients and his wife
putting a chastity belt on him, might cause the Bar Association to ask
a few embarrassing questions."

* * *

The next six months were the worst nightmare I had
experienced. It started with the pubic hair growing back. I could not
even scratch myself. Each move drove me up the wall. I invented
reasons to take showers, directly the water at the chastity belt. But,
adding insult to injury I had to shave my underarms each week and keep
my legs hairless.

As I became accustomed to the belt and the pubic hair finally
grew back, it started to become a ritual to shave myself.

Finally, my wife allowed me to grow my leg hair if I agreed to
have it waxed off. The chance to not have to shave my legs once a week
seemed a small price for the pain of waxing.

Even my toilet habits were changed. I did everything like a
women as my cock was permanently pointed down between my legs. Gloria
appreciated never having to put the seat down.

At first my duties were simple. Preparing her bath, helping
her dress (my favorite), and fetching drinks or snacks, usually at
night. Then it expanded to washing her lingerie or anything the maid
didn't do. With the maid and cook around, it was becoming somewhat
awkward.

About that time, and unknown to me, my wife had a talk with
our maid and cook. The two women were told of my predicament. Just to
make sure they found it acceptable, she also gave them both a raise
and explained that on their day off, I was to straighten both their
rooms and clean their bathrooms. This included any laundry they might
have. This they accepted quite eagerly, as I had always been a bastard
to both of them.

Shortly after that, my wife started to allow me to touch her
body. At first all I was allowed was to suck her toes and kiss her
feet. Then I could suck her tits. Finally she rewarded me with the
scent of her pussy again in my nose. She carefully instructed me how
to separate her lips with my tongue and slowly pressing it against her
clitoris, then letting it probe her hole.

I spent hours bringing her to climax after climax, hoping she
would lose control and let my cock loose. My cock was in pain, it
tried to get erect only to feel the tight boundaries of it confines.
It would ooze cum. My wife would giggle as I "dripped" cum, just like
a women with cum inside her.

"Now you know how it feels."

I begged her to release me. I promised eternal faithfulness. I
would never even look at another women. I would live to please her.

Each night we would repeat our ritual. Some nights she would
be horny and I would have to spend hours satisfying her. I never knew
she could go on for so long. Sometimes she would get behind me while I
was on all fours and kind of press against me. It was strange because
she couldn't get off on it and neither could I. On other nights she
might awake in the middle of the night and whisper for me to service
her. She would lazily spread her legs and reach a small shuddering
climax and just drift off to sleep with a smile on her pert lips.

* * *

One day she came home and announced we were going on vacation.
A small mountain retreat. Strange that she always hated rustic type
places. I packed all her things carefully, as she instructed. I
smelled her lingerie as I neatly folded those wonderful
unmentionables.

As I started to grab my suitcase, she said I would not need
very much and she had already arranged for my stuff.

"But, my winter clothes are still in the closet." "I said I
have taken care of everything!"

I was concerned and didn't like departing without my clothes.

We drove into the mountains and finally arrived at a rustic
house deep in the woods. Startled, I saw smoke coming from the
chimney.

"Oh, they are here already." "Who?" I said." Just two women I
met awhile ago," she answered.

"But, I thought this was for just us two. I thought I had
satisfied you all these months as to my true feelings towards you."

"Well, you thought wrong. Bring in the suitcases."

As I dragged in the last of her suitcases, I began to worry,
just what was I going to wear with two other women around. This did
not seem like I thought it would be. Did they know about my chastity
belt? Besides, I had arranged for my associate to handle my case for
three weeks.

Finally, I came into the den where my wife and the two other
women were talking and laughing. They turned to me and said,

"Welcome. Your wife tells me you're completely used to the
chastity belt."

My mouth hung open.

:We have no secrets here. We both know everything about you.
Let's see, you're are completely shaven or should I say waxed. You
hate doing underarms, but we all do. And the last time you had an
orgasm was, let's see, six months ago." "No, your wife came in the
shower, but you took a cold shower." "Oh yes, you were screwing
another women. I hope that it was worth it." "Let's see, orgasm lasts
six seconds, and abstinence for over six months. A good start. Maybe
if you're a quick learner, you might cum for Christmas." They all
giggled.

"We have a few simple rules here.

1. You will always obey all orders given by one
of us.

2. Your wife has absolute authority over you.

3. You will never sexually touch another women.

"Enough for rules. Remember them. If you violate any of them,
you and your wife must leave here and she can do whatever she desires
with you. As I understand it, you stand to lose a lot.

"Now, upstairs to the right is your bedroom. You will sleep in
your bedroom or with your wife depending on what she desires. I hear
you are quite good with your tongue."

I couldn't believe she knew that. Gloria had never spoken to
anyone about our sexual life. I had to ask, "I don't get this. Who
are you? Why would my wife tell you about our sexual life or for that
matter about our agreement."

"I don't recall giving you permission to question us. But I
understand your concern. This is all new to you." She proceeded to
tell me about the group of woman who formed to discuss methods of
controlling the sexual lives of their husbands and how it expanded to
include dominating and making them serve their wives as dutiful
husbands should. "We have found that by merely controlling their
cocks, we controlled the whole person. How wonderful. We eventually
found that we could enjoy our husbands as sexual toys. We did not have
to cater to them, we did not have to get them "hard", in fact we could
snap our fingers and have a warm tongue soothing the days problems
away. Oh yes, a "hard" cock does have some advantage and occasionally
we could indulge ourselves. A carefully trained cock could be a
wonderful source of pleasure and the ultimate reward for a husband is
just an orgasm away. Think how simple. A few short strokes for a
deserving husband and they're happy. Of course, each time we allow
such a reward, we must hold some penalty over their heads to ensure
they put their chastity belts back on. We have found very convincing
reasons for you to jump into your belt again. Now, upstairs and you
will find your clothes laid out on the bed. If you need help, just
come down here and we'll be glad to help you."

I was totally shaken. This is definitely deeper than I planned
on getting. As I turned into my room, I was taken back. It was simple.
A large bed, dresser, and a closet. What really caught my eye was the
outfit lying on the bed. A real corset, stockings, old fashioned
bloomers, a cotton camisole, several lacy petticoats, and a old
fashioned dress.

At the foot of the bed were high heel shoes. I stormed out of
the room and declared, "What the hell is this? I am not wearing that
stuff. Forget it."

They looked up totally nonchalant and Gloria held a key that
was attached to her necklace and said, "I guess the party is over. I'm
sorry, I thought he would understand better than he did." "Gloria, my
dear, they all react this way. We found that the shock value of
realizing their position was a better approach than doing it slowly.
As for you, I assume you realize that without your wife, you have
nothing. Oh yes. Your wife will always own your cock or you will own
nothing. Your choice. And I am sorry, I forgot to put out your bra.
It's still in the top drawer. I would take a careful look in the top
drawer before you say anything else."

I was speechless. I could simply give up everything, get the
chastity belt sawed off somehow and start all over. I opened the
drawer and found some pictures. They were of me in my chastity belt,
shaving my legs and underarms and one of me having my legs waxed. Then
there were some that weren't right. Someone doctored pictures of me. I
was on all fours with Gloria behind me wearing what looked like this
large cock. She never did that. There were some with me even smiling
back at her.

This was blackmail. I would have to move clear out of the
state and start a new business. O.K. just relax. How bad is this? The
girls will have their kicks, and in three weeks I'll be back home.
Maybe, by then the belt might come off. Mental orgasms aren't that
bad. Just think. It really isn't bad eating pussy every night and all
I'm really doing is some petty crap. Let's stick this out and show
them I can take it.

Chapter Two

Shit, look at that bra. It must be a 40 DD. It has fake tits
in it. And the corset, damn, it looks small and serious, not like the
sexy ones I got for Gloria. O.K. I don't have much choice for now. I
better get dressed.

After taking off my clothes, I was shivering trying to fasten
the corset. I couldn't even fasten the hooks and eyes and lacing it up
the back was impossible. Damn. I'll go down stairs and pretend it's
nothing and ask for help.

The girls didn't even look up as I came down with the corset
hanging from me.

"Oh, I see you need some help. Dear, a lesson is in order.
First it's a lot easier to put on your stockings first, bending with
the corset on is difficult. No matter, turn around. First fasten the
top hook. Now do the bottom. Now start moving up. Good. Now reach
behind and pull these laces first. Tighter. Now cross the two long
loops and pull hard. Harder. Men, are such wimps. Now pull these from
the bottom up again and pull it again. Keep pulling until the corset
seam is closed. Deary, you have a 34 inch waist, this is only a 30
inch corset.

"When you are fully trained your waist will be 26, to match
your wife's. In fact our goal is for your figure, with some help, to
be the same as your wife's. You have to diet and exercise more. Here
let me show you."

With one pull the seams closed and my breath was squeezed out
of me.

"Much better. Now run along and quickly dress. We are hungry
for dinner."

She was right about the stockings, I practically bruised my
ribs pulling them up. I felt totally absurd putting on the huge bra
and fake tits. They were actually heavy and really pulled on my back.
The rest of the clothes were easy. I somehow felt more comfortable
pulling up the bloomers which came down below my knees and with the
camisole over my bra. I'm not sure if being warmer was part of it, but
I at least felt dressed and not naked in front of the women. Suddenly,
I felt I needed to think of them as women not girls. As if they
demanded some more respect.

Everything was fine until I put the shoes on. I figured they
would be much too small and I could just tell them they really didn't
fit. But, much to my chagrin, they fit. Then I tried walking for the
first time in high heels. It felt like I was walking down hill and I
kept wobbling. I tried walking with smaller steps, but nothing helped.
They really hurt my feet and made me feel funny. It's like the clothes
didn't count anymore, but the shoes made me walk like a woman. And
they make a loud clack each time I took a step on the wood floor. It
was embarrassing.

I mustered all my courage and walked as quietly as I could and
went down stairs. Gloria had this smile from ear to ear. I turned beet
red.

"You will address us as Ms. K. and Ms. M. We do not believe in
sharing husbands, we do not get off dominating someone else's husband.
We are here to assist your wife. What she does with you is her
business. We've all discussed the most intimate parts of our lives. So
we have no problem discussing how and what she may do with you to
train you for our special parties. If she is successful, you will
learn all about Chastity Belt Roulette."

"Excuse me, Ms. K?" "Very good." Just what is Chastity Belt
Roulette?" "It's just a game we play each week. We will have plenty of
time to discuss it later. Now, off to the kitchen and prepare dinner.
The menu is on the table and I understand you make an excellent roast
chicken. Roast chicken now! It will takes several hours. We have time.
Call when it's ready."

Between the dress getting in the way, gigantic tits blocking
my vision whenever I looked down, my ribs aching to be free and my
feet killing me, things could not have been worse, except I swear my
back hurt from hauling around these tits. At least I can take off the
heels. No one is here and Gloria always takes them off when she gets
home. God, it really must feel good when I suck her toes after being
cramped in heels all day.

No sooner did I removed the heels than Ms. M. came in and
said that I didn't have permission to take off the shoes.

"I just thought it would be all right and how did you know I
took them off?" "It isn't too difficult when all we hear is you
clacking about in here and suddenly it stops." "May I at least bring a
chair in here to sit while I wait." "Why do you think we removed the
chair." "How much longer before the dinner is ready?" "About one hour
and fifteen minutes." "Come in with me to the den then."

"Michael," (the first time my name was used and it sounded
funny), "Gloria, Ms. M. and I were discussing you and it's time we
explain why you are dressed this way. Contrary to every thought you
had, you are not cross dressed for our pleasure. Personally, seeing
you this way is rather amusing, but definitely not a turn on for Ms. M
or me. Maybe Gloria feels differently, but that's not important to you
now. The main intention for this is to acquaint you with the how it
feels, in a dramatic way, to be a woman. On display, in clothes that
may not be functional or comfortable.

"Gloria may or may not dress you up in the future, that's up
to her. We found that it serves to put you in your place, like shock
treatment in some sense. You look totally ridiculous. Your breasts are
- well - rather large, your dress is feminine and cumbersome with all
the petticoats and from the neck up you're a male. We purposely didn't
give you a wig or makeup. You're just plain absurd looking. We want
you to feel comfortable obeying any command your wife may give.

"Rest assured, she will not command anything that would harm
you or any one else. We have a strict code of safety and guidelines to
follow. She will never ask or expects you to approach, talk to, touch
or in any many make sexual overtures to another woman. This is our
basic guideline. You belong to her and she will not share you with
anyone. If you can accept that, there are benefits to this life.

"One more thing. I know you are thinking that some day Gloria
will want intercourse and maybe she will. But, before you think it is
sooner than later, consider her options."

Ms. K. opened a suitcase lying on the couch. In it were
several flesh colored and very realistic dildos.

"Gloria, a long time ago, agreed to try the training program
we developed. The dildos are based on a new polymer my husband's
company invented. It's being developed for patients who are impotent.
Unlike the dildos you've seen before, this is different. It responds
to the touch. It feels warm to the touch, it is soft and becomes
harder as it is stroked and most importantly, it feels identical to
the real thing. We invented it to supplant our husbands who are
practicing abstinence - shall we say. In spite of this, we found some
woman still have difficulty with a plastic cock. They feel it's
unnatural. Through hypnosis, we have been able to get your wife to
enjoy her toys to the same extent and even more than any man could
hope to give her. We still had one problem.

"Although it's nice to masturbate, or as we call it
intercourse in absentia, it's still a do-it-yourself proposition. In
those cases when your wife, would like you to do all the work, we have
this."

She lifted what looked like a dildo attached to a strange pair
of briefs.

"These fit like a second skin over your chastity belt. In case
you haven't noticed, cuddling up to you with that belt on can be
uncomfortable. This fits over the belt and provides a smooth, soft
covering for the belt. The dildo which is attached is a special
design. Gloria, if you will do the honors."

Gloria, took the dildo and started to give it a blow job. I
then noticed it had balls attached which swung like the real thing.
Then I realized it was expanding and getting longer. Suddenly, I
could feel my cock trying to harden. That could be my cock I thought.

It was really big now and the tip was expanding. Gloria, was
half smiling and half sucking. She was squeezing the balls and
stroking it, when the balls suddenly seemed to tighten and pulse.
Gloria, removed the cock from her mouth as what looked like cum
spurted from the tip of the cock. The damn thing came. My mouth
dropped open.

"Don't worry, it's artificial cum. In fact it comes is several
flavors."

Gloria, Ms. K and Ms. M just broke apart laughing.

"Maybe you would like to try someday. We even have cum
flavored cum. I got my husband to try it one day. I told him I hadn't
loaded it, he got a hell of a surprise. So now you know why Gloria has
been so content without you. Gloria can keep you in the chastity belt
for a long, long time and when she is certain that you can be trusted
to put it back on, then and only then will she consider letting you
please her with your cock.

"Now, we haven't forgotten about you totally. We realize that
we have to provide some outlet for your sexual needs. Gloria has been
instructed in the use of some special things just for you, as a
reward. Judging by my husband's reaction to it, it must me pretty
good. `In fact,' he said, `it makes it last so much longer,' and,
since he doesn't have to concentrate on my needs first, he prefers it
over regular intercourse, on the rare occasions I have allowed him
that treat. Gloria and you will learn the best techniques that work
for both of you."

"May I ask about this Chastity Belt Roulette?"

"You are learning nicely Michael. Respect for all woman, it's
important. We still have half an hour before dinner. We have some
time. Very well. Each week, as I said, we have a special party. We
have fifteen members of our organization. Carefully screened wives and
husbands who meet certain requirements."

She went on the explain about how the group was formed and how
they all had husbands in similar situations.

"During the evening the husbands cater to all the wives. They
are responsible for the food, drinks, everything your wife used to
worry about and take care of. We all discuss the week's events and
especially we enjoy talking openly about our sex lives. For women who
never talked about it before, we make it a point to discuss the most
intimate details. How someone found a new position to masturbate, or
how someone did it in her office without anyone seeing her. Some women
enjoy trying to get their husbands sexually turned on and let them
suffer or get them to give oral sex in unusual places. Ms. M. actually
got her husband so convinced he could have real intercourse if he
would greet her at the door dressed in a satin teddy and carry her to
their couch. He had to suck each toe through her pantyhose, remove her
hose and panties and give her oral sex. Sounds great, and she knew he
always wanted to have sex as soon as she came home and he got annoyed
that she wanted to freshen up first.

"Well, when he put his head up her skirt and smelled her
feminine odor after a full day of work and a hot train ride home, he
pulled back. He now appreciates why she wanted to freshen up. But, it
now seems she enjoys a before dinner orgasm, a prepared bath, dinner
and evening of leisure. Oh, how I tend to rattle on about such things.
Usually the men get so quiet when we talk about them. Oh yes, Chastity
Belt Roulette.

"First, each player has had to have worn his chastity belt for
no less than six months consecutively. The women, after discussing the
events of the week, vote for the husband who they feel best served his
wife. The lucky husband is selected by a majority. If we can't get a
majority we make up things for them to do, or invent games to win
points.

"Last month, we tried a new game. Each couple took a different
room and the first husband to bring his wife to orgasm won. The only
thing was that each wife inserted a tampon first and the husband had
to remove it with his mouth and then keep it his mouth while he
serviced his wife. It was like trying to whistle after eating
crackers. Two husbands were really surprised to find their wives were
having their period. One of them actually finished first and we let
him play roulette. The other one, I guess he's been in his belt over a
year now.

"Once we have a contestant, we bring out the roulette wheel.
The wheel has prizes instead of numbers. There are ten prizes. Eight
are real and two are the booby prizes. So your chances are good to win
a prize. Four of the eight prizes are the numbers 2 (the most sought
after prize), 4, 6, and 8. They represent the number of weeks until
your wife must take off your chastity belt and allow you intercourse
or oral sex. It's your choice. You can see why the men enjoy the game.

"The other four prizes vary from week to week. Usually it's a
- well special blow job. Gloria will tell or rather I think show you
that. Or a day off from all your duties. The right to say no once.
Maybe, permitting you five minutes alone without your chastity belt in
the bathroom. The men always come out smiling. There have been so many
I lose track. But I guarantee they are all nice prizes for someone who
hasn't had any lately.

"What are the booby prizes? With all good things a little rain
must fall. They change from week to week. A typical one is to suck off
your wife's dildo and hope she used the chocolate flavored cum. A
recent addition is to take an enema with a special nozzle, so you
can't expel it, then you and your wife go off to a bedroom. You can't
expel the enema until your wife comes. Some wives can really hold
back.

"Some of the woman enjoy oral sex during their period and if
it's their husband who is playing, they will put that one the wheel.
Usually the wife can select one special booby prize she knows the
husband hates. My husband John simply hates it when I have him wear
pantyhose. So I use that one. A recent addition is an entire day
without bathroom privileges. Since no one can hold it back, especially
when someone slipped a diuretic into your drink, you'll have to wear
diapers. It isn't too bad until they have to defecate. They hate
cleaning the mess, especially with the chastity belt.

"Enough of this, it's time for dinner."

I served dinner and was surprised to be invited to sit with
the ladies after everyone was served. We discussed my new life and
how, if I looked upon it in the right light, it really was a pretty
good deal compared to what I stood to lose. I still had all my
luxuries and I could enjoy them. The only thing I gave up was control
of my cock. It was now my wife's property. Except for occasional
punishments, it wasn't all that bad. Which made the rewards and real
sex all the more exciting. I kept wondering, what was this special
blow job Ms. K. spoke about.

After cleaning the dishes, I prepared a bath for Gloria.

After she bathed, I was allowed to remove my day clothes and
slip into a delightfully soft cotton, Victorian nightgown. Compared to
the corset and heels, it was heaven. I even got to remove my breasts.
What a relief. I served the women drinks as we chatted around the
fireplace. Ms. K. said that I obviously was well prepared for this
and felt my next three weeks would run smoothly.

Ms. K. then proceeded to explain why they were here. Gloria
needed help training me and they all needed to be certain I was
controllable. Also, they believed in a very open sex life. They
relished discussing it among themselves, something women seldom did
before. They adhered to a strict code. Although they might indulge in
sex in each others presence, it wasn't overtly open to viewing. They
generally wore long loose skirts or covered themselves with a sheet or
blanket if a husband was servicing them. Orgasm was openly invited and
accepted as normal. It wasn't unusual for all of the woman to sit and
watch a video while their husbands provided orgasm after orgasm. But
always under a cover.

While orgasm was considered natural, displaying their bodies
was not. They were proper in that way. The men on the other hand were
on display at all times. They were exposed if the wife wanted it. But
since the chastity belt covered just about everything but the ass,
there wasn't much to see.

Only the husband and wife could come in sexual contact. Even
two wives would not share one husband. They believed in total
faithfulness and anything less was against everything they stood for.

With that, Ms. K and Ms. M retired for the evening. Gloria
told me to clean up the kitchen and come upstairs to her bedroom.

As I entered her room, she told me to put on the dildo briefs
and climb into bed. She lay back and I knew she wanted me to eat her.
It felt strange having a cock dangle beneath me again. Gloria reached
several rather loud orgasms. I felt funny, knowing the other woman
could hear so easily.

Then Gloria whispered in my ear, she wanted me to enter her.

I almost forgot, it wasn't my cock doing the entering, as I
brought her legs up. It felt strange, I felt I needed to come. My own
cock strained at its harness. I whispered to Gloria, "Please, let me
cum." There was no answer. I directed the dildo to her opening. She
spread her lips. But the cock my still soft. "It's not hard," I said.
"Well make it hard." "You want me to masturbate a dildo?"

I felt like a fool, jerking off this dildo. As I stroked it,
it started to respond. It was almost scary, it I was like jerking off
someone else's cock. Something else started to happen. The entire tip
started to secrete a lubrication. My hand was slippery as it expanded
and lengthened to its fullest. I could not believe its length. This
was bigger than mine. I felt totally betrayed. My wife wanted me to
fuck her with a dildo bigger than my own cock.

My attention to the dildo was snapped back to Gloria when she
said, "Hurry up." I bent over her and guided it in. I thought for an
instant to drive it in fast, to hurt her.

But before the idea passed, she said, "Slow, very slow. I want
to feel only the tip moving in and out. Good, now a little deeper.
More, Yes, that's it. Deeper. Now all the way in and out. Good. Keep
going. She was telling me every step. All the way, slowly. Now hold
it there. Now, massage my clit, softly, like I showed you. That's it.
Faster. Now fuck me faster. More. Keep going. Yes, Yes. Uhhhhh. Yes.
Faster. All the way in and out. Keep going. Don't stop. I'm cumming."

She screamed like I had never heard her. I stopped for an
instant thinking I'd hurt her.

"Don't stop," she screamed at me.

Her body was arched off the bed as wave after wave of orgasm
struck. My back ached as she demanded more. I was at the breaking
point when she said to stop. I lay there exhausted for an instant.
Then she said, "Lick my pussy, I feel sticky." I didn't say anything
as this wasn't the time. I crept between her legs and smelled that
wonderful pussy juice. I licked her thighs and pussy, like a cat.

She rolled over and said, "Now my ass."

I hesitated. I couldn't. She waited a moment and said, "Well!"

"Gloria, anything, but that." "Honey, I promise you I'm clean.
Either you service me, or this whole thing is over now."

I held my anger back and proceeded to gingerly tongue her ass.
I had licked almost the entire ass when she said to do her opening. It
was still sticky. I licked and even tongued the opening. She just went
mmmmmmmmmmmm and said, "Now get me a warm wash cloth and wash and dry
me where you licked."

I got up only to realize my cock, uhhh, dildo was still hard
and my real cock was aching unbelievably.

"Honey, can't I at least relieve myself. I did everything you
asked." "Just get the wash cloth."

I got the wash cloth and washed and dried her body. In the
process she said that I should do something about my cock. "Thank God.
Where is the key," I said. "Not that cock. My dildo cock. The one that
is hard, stupid. Come on masturbate it for me." I continued to control
myself. I pumped it as fast as I could, but it didn't come. She
started to giggle. Coyly, she said, "Michael, it doesn't come unless
you squeeze the balls. Here, hold it up like this and let me show
you."

She reached between my legs and with one squeeze it came.
Straight into my face. She broke out laughing hysterically. I swear I
could hear the other women giggle.

"I should have warned you first I guess. My poor little
husband. Come here. Now sit down. Let me wipe some of this nasty cum
off your face." She took her finger and scooped up some from my face.
H"ere, lick my finger. It's cherry today. "Her attitude had changed
and I felt maybe she was finally softening. I took her finger in my
mouth and sucked it off. It was salty and smelled like cum. As I
paused, knowing she knew what I discovered, she said, "I just wanted
you to know what it tasted like. Michael, you have been so good
today. Although I was going to wait until tomorrow, I will surprise
you with it tonight. Remember the special blow job. Well, if you will
climb into bed and get on all fours, I'll get it ready."

This I had to see. Could she be ready to remove the belt I
wondered. All this service may have been worth it. I waited. No
peeking she said. I heard something being moved and a hose being
dragged. Then a soft humming.

"What is it?" I asked. "Just wait. Now hold still." She was
attaching something to the end of the sheath holding my cock. It felt
cold then wet. N"ow hold still." "What was that?" I asked. "Just some
lubricant. "

Then she took whatever was on the end of the sheath off and
put something else on. Finally she said, "Now we are ready. I started
it real slow. You will feel a pulling and pushing. Just relax. I'm
told it's really mind blowing, but you have to grow used to it. She
flipped some switch as I peeked around my ass which was still stuck up
in the air. Something started to pull my cock down its sheath. Almost
to the point of uncomfortable.

Then it stopped.

Then it was pushed back in. It felt like it was stuck in a
tube being sucked one way then the other.

"Gloria, is this it? But Gloria, I can't get hard."

"Michael, just relax. Here, put these pillows under your
stomach and relax."

I felt the sensation increase in strength and speed. I was
starting to feel like I wanted to cum. My balls ached. Pulling and
pushing. I was attached to a vacuum cleaner. Was this the special blow
job. "Gloria, I need to cum. Please." The cum was starting to be
sucked right out of me. I was half cumming. Almost at the edge, but
unable to cum. I tried to cum. But it wouldn't happen.

Then I felt Gloria place her hand on my ass and finger my ass
hole. When she found the opening I said, "Gloria," and started to
turn. "Michael. Stay right as you are. Just relax." Her finger stopped
at the opening. It kept probing, but my asshole remained shut. "Please
let me cum." My balls ached and my cum continued to be sucked from me.
My cock was being sucked back and forth inside the sheath, trying to
expand.

Suddenly, Gloria's finger entered me. It was so sudden, I
didn't have time to stop it. I was going crazy from the sucking and
her finger. I had to cum. Somehow. Gloria, went deeper. It was
strange, I felt I needed to shit. My mind was racing. This had to stop
and I needed to cum. My mind wondered from the agony and ecstasy of my
cock being suck and restrained.

Then she pushed real deep. I shuddered, lost in the
sensations. She touched something deep inside my ass. It felt like I
reached an orgasm. I felt cum gushing through my cock being sucked
from me. It was incredible. My balls ached and the sucking started to
really hurt. Gloria switched off the machine and everything came to a
stop. I collapsed, totally exhausted. I was half crying from relief.
Relief from the long prolonged orgasm, the pain, and the intrusion in
my asshole. As I rolled over in tears, I saw three faces. Gloria, Ms.
M. and Ms. K. I could not believe they had witnessed this. I wanted to
crawl into a hole and die. I was angry beyond belief.

"Don't be angry," Gloria said. I couldn't believe her.
"Gloria," Ms. K. proceeded, "he isn't used to it and us yet. Gloria
needed our guidance. Getting you to cum, with the "Cum Buster" as we
call it, isn't easy for first time users. With time it is a lot easier
and even better. For now, it's the only way you can cum, unless you
prefer total abstinence. That is fairly easy to arrange you know. You
have to get used to others enjoying your pleasure and pain."

Ms. K. unscrewed a small jar from the Cum Buster and left with
Ms. M. "I take care of this tonight for you and shut the lights."
Gloria climbed into bed and kissed my forehead. "Michael, I want you
to sleep alone tonight and think it all over." I got up and went to my
bed.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: [email protected]
Subject: TG: Chastity Belt Roulette (2/2)
Date: 4 Nov 1995 02:04:00 +0100

Chapter Three

As I lay in bed, I turned the day's events over and over in my
mind. It became clear. I could live with the sexual demands Gloria
made upon me and even the petty services, such as bath duties and
fetching things, but two things concerned me. I could not accept being
made to service Gloria in front of other men and more importantly, I
could not live with sex with a vacuum cleaner.

I do have to admit it was the most mind blowing experience and
her finger up my ass drove me insane. A man needed to be fully erect
and fuck a warm, wet pussy. Is it worth giving up my career and my
life style? If I don't try now, I'll never forgive myself later.

Quietly, I slipped out of bed. Luckily I had hid some spare
clothes in the car and had hid a spare key to the car in my shoe. I
found the keys I hid under the mattress. I sneaked down the stairs in
my nightgown without awakening anyone. The boots and coats I had
spotted earlier had been moved and were nowhere to be found easily. I
would get warm once I was back in the car. Getting the door open
without making a sound proved to be more difficult than I thought. It
took forever to open it enough for me to squeeze without it squeaking
too much. I reached the car and was glad when the door opened. Almost
home. I reached under the driver seat for the spare ignition key and
found a small note instead. I turned on the interior light and read
it.

Dear Michael,

Did you really think we had planned all
of this and not thought about you trying to
escape. The key to the car is on the kitchen
table. The front door is locked by now, so don't
bother trying to come back in. We suggest you
think about it tonight and if you still want to
leave, you may pick up the keys tomorrow morning
at 9 AM and drive where ever you want, except
home.

P.S. It gets rather chilly at night.
Just in case you get too cold, we also left you
a surprise. There is a hose line in the back
seat, if you attach it to your sheath and plug
in the adapter hanging from the dashboard, it
will start up the "Cum Buster" in the trunk.
When you get cold enough, an electric heater
will come on for five minutes for each ounce of
cum you deposit. Pleasant dreams.

Without a watch the night passed slowly. I could not tell how
close to dawn it was, but I tried to keep myself as warm as possible.

Finally, freezing, I caved in. I attached the hose to the
sheath and plugged it in. The sucking started, but without the
lubrication it was more like sandpaper than a soft pussy. Try as I
might, I could not get much cum. I quickly figured that a good cum was
maybe one ounce. Judging by the orgasm I had earlier this evening, I
didn't think I had much more to give. I took off the hose and put as
much saliva into the sheath as I could get and then reattached it. I
started to ooze more now, but I needed to cum. I got on all fours and
stuck my finger in my asshole. Somehow it wasn't as bad as I thought.
I probed and felt, but it did not feel the same as when Gloria did it.
I thought back to that experience. The Cum Buster sucking and Gloria
fingering me. I could feel my cum flowing now. I was closer to orgasm.
Just a little more.

Suddenly, the heat came on. Warmth! I have to keep this going.
I somehow got the finger in deeper. The Cum Buster started to speed
up. I was gyrating, humping my own finger. I needed more lubrication,
but I was afraid if I stopped to get more saliva on my cock, I would
lose it. My cock started to burn, but I needed more cum. The heater
went off and it seemed forever before it turned back on. I just kept
fucking my ass with my finger and trying to think of Gloria's
wonderful pussy. I could taste her pussy juice. I loved lapping her
cunt, feeling her tense up, shudder, over and over again. Why did I
ever fuck around? If I could do it over again, I'd be different.

The sudden light jolted me back to reality. The door opened
letting in daylight. Gloria, Ms. K. and Ms. M were standing there. I
was hunched up in the rear seat, still fucking my ass. My cock was raw
by now and totally numb. I just lay still, realizing my predicament.
The evening had passed, I must have fucked myself for over six hours
as it was 9 AM. Gloria asked if I was O.K. I was afraid to move.

Eventually, they got me to come with them. Ms K. was holding
that jar she removed from the Cum Buster. My cock burned. I pleaded
with them to let me remove the chastity belt and let me take care of
my cock. They provided me with blankets and some coffee. It was like
they cared. Gloria applied medication to my cock with the chastity
belt in place. It felt cool and stopped the burning. I cried like a
baby. After that we had a long talk. All four of us. They were human
and cared.

After a warm bath and breakfast, Gloria instructed me to get
dressed as I had done yesterday. I came down dressed in the corset,
stockings, bra, bloomers, camisole and a very full Victorian style
dress with five petticoats. The bloomers were strange as they weren't
closed at the crotch. Ms. K. told me Victorian women did not undress
for the toilet. The bloomers separated instead. We sat down and
discussed whether I wanted to leave or continue the remainder of my
training.

It was Ms. K. who made it so simple. I would forever wear the
chastity belt except for very special treats. Six days a week were to
be almost normal. I would continue my business as usual. Upon arrival
home from work I would have access to all life luxuries with my wife.

After dinner, when the maid and cook were off duty, I would
take over for both of them, plus any other service demanded by Gloria.
On Saturday, the routine would continue, except I would have my day
off.

After dinner we would depart for the party. On Sunday my
duties would start at 7 AM. I would take care of Gloria's needs first,
then clean up the maid's and cook's rooms. I would do any laundry
required. The rest of the day was up to Gloria.

When she was finished I could not help myself, but agree. It
was as fair as I could expect. The alternative was less desirable.
Just to reinforce her point, she showed my a video tape of me dressing
yesterday and today, Gloria finger fucking my ass and being attached
to the "Cum Buster".

Then I was startled to see me hunched up in the back of my
car, sticking my finger up my own ass and humping the air. If any
pictures of that were to get public, I would be ruined. Under the
circumstances, I could learn to enjoy the Cum Buster and Gloria's
finger up my ass as much as I used to enjoy sex.

"Now that we have decided your future, It's time for lunch.
While you prepare it, we have some activities to arrange for Gloria
and you."

I disappeared into the kitchen. I did always enjoy gourmet
cooking and now I had a reason to practice it. While I was busy
cooking, Ms. K. and Ms. M. were busy discussing my training with
Gloria. It seems Gloria had many lessons to practice. She had to learn
to control me and use me most effectively for her enjoyment, something
that does not always come naturally to many women. She also had to
become used to the idea that sex was to be openly discussed and
husbands were openly displayed. It was totally natural and considered
normal to have a husband providing oral service in the presence of the
other ladies, provided her private parts were covered. Screaming and
moaning were welcome of course.

Normal intercourse was to be performed in private, but openly
discussed. Intercourse could be accomplished many ways, with a dildo
performed by oneself, by your husband manually, and by attaching the
dildo chastity belt cover, or mouth, or even conventionally if you
allow him to remove his chastity belt. It seemed the basic guideline
was, anything was acceptable if the female genitals remained hidden.

Gloria had to learn to at least practice many different
training and punishment techniques. A varied menu of techniques kept
the relationship interesting and prevented the husband and the wife
from becoming bored. As I was to provide total service for her, it was
easy to fall into a steady routine.

Gloria had to become acquainted with cross dressing me,
something that has already been started, enemas, diapering, dildo
training, male menstruation techniques and vaginal and asshole
worship. I had to be trained to provide oral service at any time of
the month. Many women found this difficult and Ms. K. had several
suggestions for making the idea easier to practice. Each week the
ladies would discuss for hours new techniques and ideas they had.
They would perfect them and report back on the results. Some insidious
but harmless ideas were invented in this way. Unknown to me, these
next weeks would be full of Gloria practicing them on me.

After lunch, my first lesson started. It was simple at first.
Gloria was lying on the couch with long flowing nightgown of a heavy
sweatsuit type material. It was unusual in that it appeared to be
closed at the bottom, like a large bubble with her legs appearing out
of two elastic openings. There was a third elastic opening in between
her legs. Gloria, smiled at me and said she would like oral service.

I stuck my head into the hole and discovered a dark and musky
smell. She obviously was very wet. Her body was already very warm. I
inched up to her crotch and proceeded to tongue her. I could feel the
wetness on her cunt and thighs. She told be to lick her clean first.

I could hear Gloria, Ms. K. and Ms. M. talking about their
husbands and how they serviced them. Ms. K. was talking about how her
husband could get his tongue several inches into her cunt. It was if I
wasn't there.

Gloria then told me she wanted to sit on my face. It wasn't
easy, but I somehow managed to arrange for her to sit on my face. I
was lying with my back on the couch and my legs up in the air against
the back of the couch. Gloria, was now facing my legs. She obviously
preferred this as she started to grind her cunt into my mouth and
started to moan. She was also becoming even wetter, if that were
possible. It was difficult to breath and I had to time her humping to
my breathing. All this sexual contact still had its affect on me. I
could feel blood pumping to my cock, but the raw skin from last night
forced me to think of other things.

Then I felt Gloria's finger at my asshole. She started gently,
pushing ever so slightly. Finally she got it in a little and started
to finger fuck me.

When I could feel it going in and out easily, she started to
work in a second finger. It burned as she tried to stretch my opening.
She stopped for a moment as she came to another climax. My face was
soaked from her pussy juice and sweat. My hair was matted down as
well. She continued probing with two fingers until even they worked
their way in. I could hear Ms. K. giving directions every now and
then.

"Twist them this way. Pause, Now push gently. Rotate them.
Good."

I was getting really tired by now and my tongue was aching,
but Gloria kept humping my face. Gloria pulled her fingers out and
then something larger and rounder was pushed firmly against my
asshole. She twisted it and pushed. It suddenly popped in place and
stopped. It was bigger than anything I had felt before.

Then Gloria seemed to concentrate on herself. She sped up her
humping as she neared yet another climax. This kept building. She was
slamming herself into my face. I licked her clit trying to get her to
cum. Finally, she came with a spurt, then a pulsing stream of pussy
juice, such as I had never seen. It gagged me. I had to swallow to
breathe. She slumped over the couch. I needed air desperately.

After several long minutes, she told me to lick her clean
again. I licked as much as I could reach and then she rolled over onto
the couch.

Ms. K told me to get a warm wash cloth and finish cleaning
Gloria. I pulled my head out and was met with the sweetest, freshest
breath of air I ever tasted. I was drenched in pussy juice and sweat
from my hair to my shoulders. When I returned I tried to clean Gloria
with my hand through the opening, but she told me to get my head in
there and to do it right. I had to slip my hands in through the same
opening as Gloria's legs. The odor almost made me pass out. The entire
inside of the nightgown was drenched. Gloria told me to prepare a bath
for her. My dress was totally drenched from the waist up and smelled
like Gloria did inside. It was then that I realized I still had
something up my ass. Gloria instructed me not to remove it until she
was bathed and had dressed.

"I will remove your butt plug at that time."

The plug at first wasn't too uncomfortable, but by the time
Gloria finished her bath and dressed, it felt like a telephone pole. I
was relieved when she told me to pull it out and take a bath.

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully, except that
Gloria used a small dildo on herself as I lay next to her. She came to
several small orgasms and fell asleep shortly after kissing me
goodnight.

* * *

The next day my cock was still sensitive from my night in the
car. Gloria, Ms. K. and Ms. M. decided it was better to wait for my
cock to heal, before subjecting it to any additional stimulation.
Therefore, they chose to initiate me in several forms of play and
punishment techniques. Gloria would also become more comfortable with
her new role. She found it strange at times to make me suffer for her
amusement.

My next lesson was to continue dildo training. Their goal was
to train me to cum in my chastity belt while being fucked with a dildo
strapped to Gloria. The morning passed quickly as I serviced Gloria
orally and using my tongue and once with a dildo that attached to my
mouth.

The afternoon was actually pleasant. I served refreshments and
attended to the laundry, I was reminded what I had to do. Ms. M. was
having her period, judging by the stained panties. She made special
mention to give her panties special hand washing. I washed and pressed
all their clothes by hand. My own dress, ruined from the earlier
service to Gloria, was also hand washed. I was growing rather tired
and I assumed dinner would be requested shortly.

Gloria called for me to come up to the bathroom. All three
ladies were present and I did not like what they had in mind. Hanging
from the shower curtain rod was an enema bag with a long hose and a
strange looking enema nozzle. It was long and had what appeared to be
two deflated balloons on it. Gloria, said it is time I was cleansed
better. I asked what type of enema this was, but was silenced. I was
told to undress completely. It felt great getting out of the corset
and removing the fake tits. ###I bent over the tub and allowed her to
insert the nozzle. It was bulky, but not as bad as the butt plug. She
then started to squeeze one of the bulbs. I felt the balloon inside me
inflate, creating a full feeling.

Then she inflated the outer balloon. My asshole was now
trapped between two balloons. She released the water. I felt the
water rush into me. Ms. K, said to slow down the rate. It flowed until
I felt a cramp. I told Gloria I was full and needed to go. I was told
to relax, I had more to go.

Little did I know I was going to get a series of four enemas.
The first was only a quart of warm soapy water. The second was one and
a half quarts of warm clear water. The third was two quarts of warm
water. The first two were kept inside me for fifteen minutes. The
third enema was left in for nearly thirty minutes. The fourth enema
was another warm and large one. Once the nozzle, they called a Double
Special was inflated, I could not expel.

After the fourth enema was in, Gloria removed the two bulbs
used to inflate the balloons and disconnected the hose from the enema
bag. I now had the Double Special nozzle half hanging from my asshole.
The two quarts of water also placed a tremendous pressure on me to
expel them, which I could not. They told me to put my bra and dress
back on and come downstairs with them. I walked very slowly. They sat
down on the couch and told me to prepare dinner. Dinner took two
hours to prepare. I was in agony the last hour. The only position
which provided some relief was to lie flat on my back.

While serving dinner, Gloria whispered something to Ms. K...
Her response was, "He can take a little more my dear." The cramps were
quite severe and it was obvious I had could not take much more. I
completed serving and was told to relieve myself. But before I
returned, I should insert the butt plug they had left for me in the
bathroom.

This plug was a little different. It had a small hole from one
end to the other. I inserted it and went back downstairs. There was a
single glass of what looked like a chocolate milk shake at my place
setting.

"Michael, for several days after your enema, you will be on a
liquid diet. Enjoy."

The evening went fairly quickly. I serviced Gloria once again
on the couch while they watched TV. She was tired and had two small
climaxes.

After the last one, Gloria had me get on all fours and she
inserted a small tube into the butt plug. She used a small enema bag
to force some liquid into my asshole. She had me lie with my legs
raised for fifteen minutes with the liquid in my ass. When she finally
told me to get on all fours again, I felt no desire to relieve myself.
I only felt a bloated feeling.

Then she proceeded to inject a second liquid. It could not
have been very much as I couldn't feel it. Then she used a small cork
to plug the hole.

Gloria then held me in her arms and told me she loved me. As
an extra sign of love she had given me something I always loved giving
her. She had injected eight ounces of my own cum into my asshole.
Before we went to bed she would remove