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Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. I worked on this story with Cowgirl before her retirement from the porn writing biz. I was hoping that we would do the collaborating bit and pass the story off to one another and finish it. Well, we got most of the way through, but never finished. I forgot all about it until today when I was going through some of my old stories and determining which I wanted to finish and which were headed for the recycle bin. This one was really pretty cool, so I went ahead and tied up the loose ends. Without further ado, here it is... sort of a collaboration by Cowgirl and Couture. Role Pay by Couture and Cowgirl [email protected] (c) 2004 Couture "Goddamnit! Goddamnit! That bastard just cut me off!" I shouted to my husband who was busy doing his best impression of a shrinking violet, while I sped the car up and moved into the opposite lane. "John, DO something!" I demanded. "Anything." "Well, honey, I know they cut it kind of close, but you er..." my husband tried lamely. "...weren't really watching where you were going either." "So you're on *their* side now? Great!" I muttered as I pulled up along side the SUV so that I could get a good look at the person who cut me off. It turned out, the driver was a little bottle blonde bitch in her late twenties, sunglasses and, get this, she was flipping *me* off! "John, of all the gall," I exclaimed in pure astonishment. "Check her out." And she was still at it, with her cockeyed arrogant look and her one fingered salute. "You're right," he agreed. "That's unfucking believable!" I sighed in relief that he'd finally grown a pair. "John, do something. Flip the bitch back." "I dunno, this could escalate, couldn't it? Road rage and all?" "What road rage? She's a middle class bimbo in a bright yellow Ford Escape. You think she's packing or something? For God's sake do... I always gotta..." I sighed and flipped a birdie back to her. She scowled at us, then fell behind in traffic as her lane slowed. I slowed down too, just to make damned certain she couldn't pull in behind me. "Oh come on Erin." he said. "Did you have to do that?" "Oooohhh scary. She's a woman John, okay? Afraid she'll yell at you and your dick'll shrivel up?" I said, catching his crest fallen look. I'd forgotten. John wasn't the most macho of men anyway. That was one of the reasons I married him, but I had to be careful. I'd been in a lesbian relationship before him and John feared the main reason I picked him was he looked so much like my ex-lover Patty. Saying anything to question his masculinity would cause him to sulk for days. He always knew I had female relationships, but it wasn't until he discovered her photo that it became a problem. "She looks like me," he said, glowering over the photograph of Patty. "Not really. You just have thin bones. Your butt is cuter actually." I smirked playfully and smacked him playfully on the ass. He pouted and looked so adorable doing it. "Guys aren't supposed to HAVE round butts." "Oh relax. I like guys that look like you. Soft skin, blonde, angelic really." He forced a smile, but I knew it gnawed at him. Like being mistaken for a girl by a waiter once, back when he wore his hair long. He grew a little goatee for a while to prove his manliness. When I insisted he shave it off or I wouldn't touch him, he was mad as a hornet, but eventually he gave in. I loved women and truth be told, I'm probably more of a lesbian than anything else, but I missed a man and decided to split the difference in John. I encouraged John's feminine appearance in subtle ways and rewarded him in bed accordingly. I did want him to take charge in the world... just not at home. Every time I tried to coax him to take a chance, he turned out to be a complete failure. A Wuss. In a lot of ways, my old girlfriend Patty was more of a man than pouty little Johnny-boy! Worse, in some ways, John just wasn't the lover that Patty was. Well, at first I thought so; he was so attentive and sensitive, but lately I'd begun to miss Patty's butch aggressive side. I was trying to cultivate this in John, but to be honest; it wasn't working out the way I hoped. And lately the thing I was missing the most wasn't so much Patty, but her strap-on. Now, don't get me wrong, I like John's cock. It's nice, warm and soft and I know that when he has a hard on, he has it because of me. And when he comes inside of me and I feel his cock twitching against the walls of my pussy, the feeling is delightful. But like John, his cock is soft and yielding. Patty's cock was anything but soft and yielding. When she put me on my hands and knees in front of her and nestled the head of her phallus between the tender lips of my pussy, I knew no matter how much I tightened my sex to keep her intruder out or how much I pleaded with her to get a smaller one, that it was I who would be submitting and my pussy would yield to accommodate. Too bad John wasn't a little more like Patty. It was a shame, but I could feel us growing distant with every passing day. I wondered how much longer we would be together. I didn't have time to think about my problems, because we had arrived home. Now get this, I pulled my car into our apartment complex and just as we got out of the car and were entering our apartment, guess what pulls into the entrance to the complex? That's right, a fucking yellow Ford Escape. Both John and I exchanged a stunned look. "Quick, get inside," he whispered and we quickly darted into the apartment and peered from the living room window, our hearts hammering in our chests. Christ! Maybe John was right about the road rage thing. Did she have a gun? But it turned out she wasn't even interested in us at all. She got out of her SUV and unlocked a door to one of the apartments across the way. "Look Erin, the little bitch lives here. She's practically our fucking neighbor!" he whispered angrily. I got so turned on when John got all riled up like this. It was so 'Patty like'. "Yeah, I know what we'll do," I said, egging him on. "We'll slash her fucking tires!" "Goddamn right!" John said, "That would serve her right." "Oooh John, would you? Really? For me?" I cooed. His face begged me to reconsider. "Sure," he squeaked. I ran to the kitchen and fetched a paring knife. "Fuck that bitch. Flatten all her tires," I spat. God, the thought of it... the thought of that smug little bitch walking out to find all her tires slashed was making me cream my panties. John's eyes flashed this way and that. "Baby ah..." he hesitated. "Do it!" I demanded. "Do it - do it - do it." "Okay," he muttered. "But just one tire okay. This is against the law you know. And we live right here with her..." "God John, stop talking about it and fucking do it already," I said. "Four tires, one tire, just go over there and slash some fucking tires, okay?" "Okay..." he murmured, but he clearly wasn't happy about the prospect. John pocketed the knife and slipped out the door. I watched him through the window, but I couldn't see what he was doing because he was on the opposite side of the car. So, I ran to the closet, got my camera and zoomed in real close on the side view mirror of the car next to it. There was John, my hero, trembling and sweating as he knelt next to her tire. I could feel my cunt melting at the thought, but just as I moved to slip my fingers into my pants, I see something that turned my sex cold inside. Get this... instead of slashing her tire like I said, he had unscrewed her fucking valve stem and was letting the air slowly out of the tire. The bastard didn't even flatten it all the way. Then the chicken shit looked around to make sure he wasn't seen and darted back to our apartment. I was shaking I was so angry!!! "What happened? What did you do?" I asked, as my anger settle into a dead calm. "Slashed her fucking tire," he lied. "You did?" "Yeah," he said, his voice shaking. "I sure did. God after all that, I'm hungry now. Can we have dinner?" "Forget Dinner. For what you did, you get an even better reward." I beamed as I led him upstairs. It took all my willpower not to strangle his wimpy ass right then and there. I dragged him into the bedroom, pushed him down onto the bed and stripped off his clothes till he was naked and started pumping his modest cock in my hand. "Erin, slow down," he gasped. "Oh John, seeing you like that, what you did," I said and then looked down at his penis and paused. I knew I was going to fix him - hurt him somehow. Then I had an idea. "John, I was wondering about something." "What?" "Oh, nothing..." "No, what?" "Well, you know how you always said if there was anything I wanted, sexually speaking? You know... fantasies, what have you?" "Yeah?" "Well, don't take this the wrong way, but it's just ..." "Erin, WHAT?" "...well Patty was..." "Not *her* again. Jesus Erin, you know I can't compete with her. Just thinking about her, knowing your past with your lesbian lover... it drives me nuts, okay?" "Shut up John," I said and then began again. "As I was saying. Patty was so much bigger than you." His cheeks turned a bright crimson and his dick quickly deflated along with his pride. "But she doesn't even have a..." "Oh but she did," I said. "And it was magnificent." Tears pooled in his bright green eyes and I wondered if I went too far, but at the time I was too furious to worry about his feelings. "Don't cry honey, don't you see, you can be as big as you want." And I got up and dug into the back of my drawer, until I finally found what I was searching for - the black strap-on Patty used to use on me. I'd kept hidden all this time. John looked at the black cock which dwarfed his own, totally stunned. "No..." he muttered. "Why honey?" I moved behind John, hugged him around his waist and kissed him on the nape of the neck. "It's just - it's just - " he stuttered. I slowly slid the strap-on in front of him and placed it next to his own manhood. Just like me, I knew he couldn't help but to compare the two. The difference was even greater than I had imagined. "Oh Johnny, I don't blame you. I can understand how you would be afraid to be this big since you surrender your manhood to me every time we make love." "B-but I don't surr-" "Sshhh... darling. You do well enough with your fingers and mouth, but," I said, stroking his limp cock back to hardness and dabbing a drop of his precum on my finger. Jesus, he was ready to pop already. "This thing yields to my pussy every time we make love. It doesn't even put up a battle. I bet I could make you cum in like ten seconds if I wanted to." I brought him to the edge with short shallow strokes just to drive home my point. I let him go and then I stroked my hand up and down the black dildo, which dwarfed his native equipment. "But with this Johnny - with this you could conquer me. Then when you've learned to conquer me, you can give that blonde bitch a piece of your mind. Come on baby, stand up so I can put it on you. I promise you are going to feel so much different once you wear it. Your whole outlook is going to change." He was silent as he stood, eyes sad, as if he wanted to cry. I pulled his cock down and then strapped him into the latex cock. "Wow," I said, opening my eyes with mock surprise. "You look so imposing. So butch... be careful, you could hurt someone with that weapon." His eyes brightened, as if his manhood had been magnified instead of diminished. I stripped off my panties and got down on all fours. I was dripping wet. "You're so big baby it's scary." I panted, praying that he would make me yield. "Please don't hurt me Mister. Don't hurt me with that big cock." My anger cooled as my passions began to rise. I was beginning to enjoy this new game. John rubbed the head of the phallus up and down my opening, coating it with my moisture and slowly worked it most of the way in. "Oh baby," I moaned. "You are really stretching my poor pussy." "Does it hurt?" he asked. "Do you want me to take it out?" "God no," I said. "I want you to *fuck* me. Hurt me." He slowly slid it in and out, pausing when he met resistance and caressing my back with his hands. Goddamnit, why did he always have to be such a wimp? I wanted to be fucked, not fondled. Something in me just snapped. "Fuck me Patty," I said, cruelly calling him by my ex-lover's name. "Fuck me like you used to, baby. Fuck my pussy. Fuck it hard." My words had the desired effect. John drove the dildo home with one purposeful thrust, again and again, as he tried to punish me. "Oh, that's it Patty," I panted, encouraging him. "My pussy has missed you so much. Ouch - ahhh that's right, *fuck* that pussy. Treat me like your fucking whore." John had hold of my hair, forcing me to arch my back into an uncomfortable position; all the while he drove the dildo into me with rapid brutal thrusts. "Is this what you want?" he demanded. "To be a goddamn whore? Patty's whore?" "Yes, baby, I'm a whore. *Your* whore. Tell me again. Tell me again and spank my ass while you fuck me." I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts. I could feel the wonderful tingly feeling begin to swell in the pit of my stomach. He was going to do it. He was going to make my pussy yield. He picked up the pace of his fucking and he punctuated every thrust by slapping my ass and calling me, "Whore." I was sweaty - a wet dripping mess and so was my cunt. My body shook and trembled. It was going to happen. He was going to make me come by fucking me. Not with his fingers and mouth... oh no... but with a hard pounding cock. "Oh baby - oh fuck. Here it comes! I cried, putting my head down to the mattress, raising my ass and yielding my pussy to him. He kept pumping, owning me, until I cried, "Enough." That wouldn't have been enough for Patty, she would have continued oblivious to my cries until she had satisfied herself. But John, my kind sweet husband John, pulled out of me and lay on the bed with his back to me. I lay there in the same exact position he left me in, legs spread, ass raised like a whore and enjoying the after orgasm glow. I heard him sniff and then sniff again. I tried to ignore it, but finally his sniveling grew too much to bear. It was killing my moment. I cuddled behind my husband. "What's wrong Sweetie?" I asked. "Y-you called me Patty," he whimpered. "While we were making love." "Honey, that was just *role play*." I turned him over and kissed him. "Besides, who am I in bed with right now, you or Patty?" "Me," John said, weakly. "That's right and I love you," I said. "It's just that sometimes I need more." I tweaked his nipple and then a little harder until he gasped. "And I've always understood that you were more fem than butch. And Sweetie, if you need to pretend to be Patty in order to let go and be a more passionate lover, it's okay by me. In fact, I think it is wonderful as long as you can fuck me again. Fuck me like you did tonight. God, you were an animal." "But, honey," he whined. "That wasn't me tonight." "I know dear, you were Patty for tonight," I said. Then I realized that something was still bothering him. "What's wrong, is Johnny feeling ignored. Don't worry baby, we can be as femmy as you want for the rest of the night." "But-but-I don't want to be fem..." I silenced him with a kiss and then I guided him back down on his back, kissed him again and then promptly mounted his face. While he pleasured my pussy, I pinched his nipples and caressed his swollen balls. I felt his fingers probing my opening and leaned forward so that I was in our favorite position, where he could tongue my clit and finger my g-spot at the same time. "Oh, Johnny," I moaned. "I might like Patty's dick better, but you've always known how to bring me off with your fingers and tongue. I've had women before, ugh- oh God, lots of women and I don't know how you do it, but you're the best... ah - the fucking best." He redoubled his efforts and I felt it happening again. I was going to cum twice in one night, once from being owned and once from doing the owning. I was in heaven. It was the best of both worlds. "Oh-fuck-sweet-jesus-here-it-comes-" I groaned, humping his face and fingers. My toes curled and my insides danced as my body was wracked by another wonderful orgasm. Spent and sated, I rolled over, kissed his musky lips, unbuckled the strap-on and tossed it to the floor. I ignored his hard cock, instead began massaging his cum-laden balls. He thrust his hips forward trying in vain to fuck my hand. "Please," he begged. "I need to cum so bad." "Oh no, my pretty fem," I said, squeezing his balls until he gasped in pain his hips stilled. "Not tonight." "But why?" he whined oh so sweetly. I cradled his balls again, rolling them between my fingers. "Baby, are your balls full?" "Oh God, yes," he moaned. I rolled them harder until he gasped and tried to pull away. "Well when you show me you got a pair of balls, starting with that bitch that almost got me killed and then had the gall to flip me off. Well, then maybe I'll let you use them." "But honey - I -" "You what?" I asked derisively. "You let some fucking air out of her tires? Going to make her suffer by stopping by the service station to put some more in? Yeah, I saw you. I saw it all." "But - but..." he stammered. "But nothing. These balls are full of cum and full they will stay, until you teach that bitch a lesson. And the price has just gone up. You got me?" He refused to answer, so I helped him along by squeezing his balls until he said, "Yes - Yes I got you." "And don't think I won't be checking them," I said, sliding underneath the covers, down between his legs and then gently sucking on his swollen hairy orbs. With a big "Hmmmmm-" I swallowed his cock, savoring a bit of precum, before letting it pop free. "You are *so* going to cum baby... the biggest cum ever... ...but not until you fix that bitch." *** The next day, when John got home from work, I grabbed him and pushed him against the wall, kissing him forcefully. I thought about the night before all day and I desperately needed to be fucked again, but first, there was something important I needed to check. I dropped to my knees and began to strip him below the waist. "Jesus, Erin," he groaned, passively letting me strip him. "What are you doing?" I hefted his balls in my hand. They were still full. "Just checking," I replied. "You weren't really serious about that were you?" "As a heart attack baby," I replied, rolling his balls in my palm, until they grew even heavier. "You don't get to use these, until you show me you have some... balls that is." "Is she home?" he asked, nodding in the direction of the bitch's apartment. "Yes," I said, getting up and retrieving a bag that was lying on the couch. "But first, there is something I got for you today." I pulled the item out of the bag. It was another strap-on dildo, but with a difference. "I got you your own, since I can understand how you might feel uncomfortable using Patty's. This one is even made for men," I said, turning it around so he could see the place for his cock to fit inside the dildo. "See. This will be more comfortable for you and I've been waiting all day for you to come home and try it out." "No way," he said, as he clutched my arm. "If I can't cum, why should you?" I grabbed his balls with my free hand. He was instantly in my power. "Oh come on baby," I said. "Let's just try it on to see if it fits." "No," he gasped. "Please don't Erin." "It won't hurt to try it," I explained. "Just once..." I guided his hard cock inside the black dildo and fed his balls through a hole in the bottom. Then I put the straps around his thighs and waist and unbeknownst to him, secured it with a padlock. John heard the click of the lock and tried in vain to unhook the strap- on. "What have you done?" I tore open his shirt and stripped him until he was naked. "Now, you're ready. Go teach that blonde bitch a lesson." "Damn it Erin," he said, motioning to his naked body and the large black phallus projecting from his pelvis. "I can't go like this." "Sure you can. Go fuck that bitch and teach her a goddamn lesson in manners." "You can't be serious," he began. "Oh I'm serious all right," I said. "I'm dead serious." "But Honey, th-that's... that's rape..." he said. I poked him in the chest with a finger, causing him to flinch. "What would it have been if she killed me yesterday? That would have been murder, wouldn't it?" "But she didn't -" he began. "But she *could* have. And she wasn't even sorry," I said. "Someone needs to make her sorry, before she really does kill someone." "But I can't," John whined. "Pussy," I spat. "You let someone try to kill your wife and you are afraid to do anything about it." "No honey, it's not that," he stammered. "Honey, be reason..." "You *are* a pussy, aren't you?" I said, interrupting him. "I married a blonde femmy pussy didn't I Johnny? A sensitive little slit, with a cute plump girly ass." "Stop it!" His eyes danced angrily. "Stop saying those things." "Make me stop," I poked his chest again and danced away from him. He pursued me as I darted away to the bedroom, the large black dildo bobbing luridly with each step. He wedged his foot in the bedroom door, as I tried to close it on him. "I said stop it," he said, forcing his way in the bedroom and grabbing me by the wrists. "Aw, is the femmy little girlie mad?" I said sarcastically. "What are you gonna do to stop me? Let the air out of my tires? Lick me to death?" He threw me down on the bed. I turned over on my hands and knees, wiggling my ass in his face... daring him. "Come on Patty, make me stop. Teach me a lesson. Or are you too much of a pussy?" "You want me to make you stop," he said, as he descended upon me, ripping my panties off and plowing the large phallus into me in one long stroke. God, it took my breath away. "I'll make you stop." At first it felt like there was no way I was going to feel anything but pain as the dildo sawed in and out of my pussy, but eventually the pain began to be replaced by urgent pleasure. With the bed squeaking and headboard knocking as it bounced on the wall, I humped back against him, his plump balls smacking my clit. I was in heaven. "Fuck me Patty," I moaned. "Show me who the boss is. Teach me a lesson baby." I came twice before I cried, enough. As John gently withdrew the dildo from my pussy, I yelped in pain. "I'm so sorry honey," he said. "I don't know what got into me." "You don't have to make excuses for Patty," I said, kissing him possessively. "I know how sensitive you are." "But that wasn't Patty. That was me." I sat up, leaned over and kissed his sweaty body, watched as his chest rose and fell from the exertion. "If it was you, then how could you do that to your own wife and not do it to that bitch that tried to kill me with her fucking SUV?" It seemed to shut him up and with that, I sat on his face; the glistening tent pole sticking out from his crotch a reminder of my earlier climax and making me feel suddenly empty inside. *** We repeated this scenario for two weeks: Me taunting him, him fucking me with the dildo and finally pleasing me with his mouth and fingers. It was the highpoint of my sex life. Not just with me and Johnny. It was *the* highpoint of my sex life. EVER. It was as if I married two lovers, the best of both worlds. And though I taunted him for being such a pussy and not giving the blonde bitch what she deserved, the incident was really forgotten. I knew in my head that eventually, in maybe another week or so, things would have to change and go back the way they were. But for now, what can I say, my pussy was calling the shots. And damned if I was going to argue. I stroked my hand up and down his latex cock. "God baby, you are so hard," I taunted my husband. He was always hard. He had to struggle to hide his fake cock every morning when he dressed for work. "I think tonight after Patty fucks me, I want my sweet Johnny to lick my ass. Have you ever licked ass before, honey?" I rolled his plum sized balls in my hand, while I licked the black cock jutting from his pelvis. After two weeks without an orgasm, they had grown large... quite large indeed. He whimpered as usual. His look was one of anguish and need. It never failed to get me hot. "Such big balls," I said, letting them go and watching as they stretched and bounced within his sack. "It's too bad you don't know how to use them." It wouldn't be long before I made him mad enough to fuck me, to pound his big cock in my pussy while slapping his large balls against my clit. "I know how to use them," John said. His voice was strained - forceful, yet controlled. I rolled his balls around in my hand. I was going to make him dance for me, to shake his hot lean body like a sex starved stripper. And then I was going to make him fuck me. "My little femmy girl, you are too weak to even look at the blonde bitch, much less do what you need to do." He captured my wrist with his hand and pulled it away from his crotch. "I'm serious," he said. "You want me to fuck her. I'll fuck her. I - I don't want to go to jail, but... *I have got to cum*." I looked up at him. His grip was hurting my wrist - bruising me. He was apparently serious. Maybe he had grown some balls after all. My head was shouting out that this was enough and to call the whole thing off. But my pussy, my pussy grew wet that he would consider the idea - that he would fuck that bitch for me - that he would rape her. It was a battle of the wills between me and my pussy, but in the end it won yet again. "Baby," I said. "You're not going to jail. I have a plan. Follow me." I led him to our bedroom and I took an outfit out of my closet and put it on the bed. "Here," I said. "Put these on." He looked down in disbelief. "I can't," he said, fingering the satin blouse. "These are - are women's clothes." "I know," I said, taking a pair of panties and holding it over his waist. "That's the beauty of it. More than likely she will be too ashamed to admit she was fucked by another woman. And even if she reports it, the police would be looking for a woman... not a man." "But I'm a man," he protested. "But you have womanly features," I said, tracing my fingers over his high cheekbones and soft sensual lips. "Really, you always have. We just have to bring them out." "Jesus," he said. "I can't believe I'm considering this." "Let's just try it," I replied. "And then you can make your decision afterward." I proceeded to get him ready. First, I covered the hole in the strap-on that his balls dangled through. Then I dressed him in the outfit on the bed, made up his face and painted his nails. By the time I curled his hair, his likeness to Patty was astounding. They could have been sisters. And me? I was dripping wet. I had discovered a whole new side of my lover. The possibilities this opened up. "What's your name?" I asked. "You know my name," John said. "No," I said. "What if she asks you?" "Uh - I don't know." "Tell her your name is Patty." "Please... pick someone else." "Come on, you know it has to be Patty. You already pretend to be her when you role play with me." "God - God," he said grudgingly. "Okay, I'll tell her." "No, say it like you'd tell her." He said, "My name is Patty." "You sound like Minny Mouse. There's no way she could hear that and not laugh. Say it again, but breathier." "My name is Patty." "That's it. And tell her she fucked with the wrong person and now she's gonna get fucked. He repeated it perfectly. I was beginning to have second thoughts. Besides, things had been wonderful and I longed for that fat black cock. Even more so since he was dressed up and looked so much like my Patty. Of that my mind and my pussy were in agreement. I stripped my clothes off and assumed the position on the floor, on my elbows and knees, legs spread wide, begging for it. "Are you sure you don't want to fuck me first, Patty?" He walked by me and straight to the door. "No," he said. "First, I'm going to fuck her with this black dildo and then I'm going to fuck you with *my* cock and then I'm going to cum inside of you. And no, I'm not going to wear a condom." My heart raced. I wasn't on the pill. Where would he do it, in my pussy, in my ass, or my mouth? The thought of him making me pregnant terrified me. "Please hurry," I begged. Fuck it, I was going to let him do it. I would let him get me pregnant if he wanted. He had certainly earned it and God, I wanted him to do it. I reached a hand between my legs and spread my nether lips. I'm sure my pussy probably gaped from the constant fucking from the large dildo. "I'll be waiting for you. Just like this." *** I went to the window and watched as he walked over to her apartment. He paused at the door and then looked back at me, then knocked on the door. I couldn't believe he was going to do it. My heart was racing as the door opened. It was the blonde bitch that almost ran into me. She opened her door a little wider and John pushed her backwards, closing the door behind him. God, but I wished I could see what was going on in the apartment. I could just imagine John pushing her down, ripping off her clothes and fucking her - teaching the bitch a lesson she wouldn't soon forget. I left the window and walked back to where I was before and assumed my earlier position. I wanted to be ready for him. If he wanted to cum in my pussy or my mouth, I would let him and then maybe I could convince him to fuck me with the strap-on. More time passed than I would have expected and I began to grow impatient and anxious. I felt a little jealous of her and prayed he would save some for me. My hand drifted between my legs and I played with myself, but didn't cum, instead saving that privilege for my husband. I heard the door open and glanced back, expecting to see my conquering butch lover. Not only was he there, but the blonde bitch was right behind him. What the hell was going on? "Oh, this is just too fucking perfect," she said to me in an amused voice as she looked down her nose at me. "Stay right there bitch, just like that." I looked over at John to see the meaning of this outrage. The mascara ran from his eyes from where he had evidently been crying, his right eye was swelling, his lip was split and his lipstick smeared. "I'm sorry honey," he muttered. "She made me tell... she - she knows everything." "You don't need to apologize to her Sweetie. I knew this couldn't have been your idea," she said to John in a saccharine voice. "And she should have never sent you over to my house to get your cute little ass whipped." "What is the meaning of this?" I demanded, as I stood. "I want you out of my house right now." It was hard to remain confident when I was naked and in such an obvious state of need. She led my husband into the living room by what appeared to be pantyhose coming out from in front of his crotch. She tugged a little harder on the hose, causing his skirt to rise up. To my disbelief, she had the end tied tightly around his plump, plum-shaped balls. She casually looped her end of the pantyhose through a lattice that is right beside our front door and brought the crotch up to his mouth. "Open up Sweetie," she said patronizingly. John looked at me for help, but I couldn't. I was enraptured, watching her as she easily dominated him. His eyes looked down in defeat. God, she was strong. "Get out of here Erin. Get away from her... mmmphhh," he warned me. And as he did, she deftly pushed the crotch of the pantyhose in his open mouth. Afterwards, she stroked the disheveled blonde hair of his wig, as if he were some sort of pet. "Now my sweet little girl better hold those pantyhose real tight, because if she lets them go, I promise there won't be anything left to tie the other end to," she said, running a red fingernail down his balls. "I bet you would be real popular in prison after that." John started to cry. "Just be good and obedient and we won't have to worry about that, okay darling?" she said, dabbing away his tears. "Now be a good girl and lean forward, you have something I need." John blushed, leaned forward and refused to meet my eyes. She moved behind him and began to pull on something. I couldn't believe my eyes, when I saw the first hint of black. She had fucked him - fucked him in the ass with that gigantic strap-on. It was impossible, but it was true. As calmly as if she were visiting us for dinner, she pulled off her shorts. She was naked underneath and her dark pubic patch let me know that indeed she was a bottle blonde. She stepped into the straps of the dildo and buckled it around her waist. She tugged on it a few times to make sure it was fastened properly. It was clear to me that she had used one before. "You wanna go ahead and get started?" she asked. "My name is Dana by the way, but you can call me Daddy." "I'm going to be calling the ambulance bitch, cause I'm about to mop the floor up with your ass," I retorted, advancing on her. She chuckled. "You'll call me daddy before long." To tell the truth, I knew I was going to get fucked from the moment she buckled on the strap-on. My plan was to beat her first and then mount her when she was on the ground. Afterwards, I was going to make her eat me. And then the *real* humiliation would begin. That was the plan, but as I grabbed her bleach-blonde hair to rip it out, she slammed me in the stomach with a closed fist. That was cheating - didn't she know that women weren't supposed to fight that way? I would have told her this myself, except I couldn't seem to catch my breath, much less speak. I let go of her hair and collapsed to the floor in a heap. While I lay there on the floor, gasping for breath, she moved behind me and forcibly spread my legs. In one plunge, she buried the dildo to the hilt. She fucked me like a maniac. She fucked me with a vengeance. If it hadn't been for my husband stretching me down there for two weeks, she would have defeated me then and there. But even so, the fucking was beginning to take its toll. Dana grabbed my hair, forcing me to look at my husband. "Look at her little girlie," she said to John. "Tell me what she's getting ready to do. You can open you mouth... I won't get mad. But you better tell me what she is getting ready to do." The pantyhose slipped out from between John's lips. "Sh-she's going to come." He was right. I had given up all resistance and was fucking her back. I wanted it. I needed it. God, she knew how to work it - knew what I needed. And then she pulled out, leaving me feeling empty inside. "Please," I begged. "I'm so close." "What did I say you would call me?" "Daddy," I admitted. "Say it right," she said, pulling my hair and forcing me to look at my husband. "Say it like a little girl." I cried watching my husband. Knowing I was going to say it. Knowing I was going to humiliate myself for this woman. "Please daddy," I begged in a weak child-like voice. "Please fuck me." "Oh, I'll fuck you alright," she stated and with that, she pushed the dildo in my opening, but it was the wrong opening. "Ouch," I cried. "Not there." I had never let anyone fuck me there. Once Patty had tried, but it was too painful and I wouldn't let her continue. But Dana didn't yield; she kept pushing it home. "What did I tell you to call me bitch." "Daddy," I begged. "Oh, please daddy not in my ass." "You're going to take it. You'll take it just like your sissy little bitch did." Warning John: "Don't you dare fucking move." I cried in pain. "Please help me John," I begged, but he stayed motionless, looking at me with his sad, tear-streaked eyes. I struggled against her, but every motion sent a sharp pain in my already stretched ass. Eventually, I yielded, relaxing my ass for her painful entry. She worked it into me. The whole fucking monster. Then she fucked me with it. I felt fuller than I had ever felt before. Painfully so. I also felt more owned than ever before - even my days with Patty. I hated to think what John would think about me, knowing that I was enjoying this debasing treatment, but I couldn't stop myself. I snuck my hand between my legs, stroked my clit and felt the familiar tingle of orgasm. "Look at your little sissy girl husband," she commanded me, pulling my head back." His tears had dried, his cheeks were flushed and there sticking up between his legs, was a raging hard-on. "You like it don't you girly," she said to him. "But you didn't like it when I fucked you, did you? You mostly just cried. What is it you like, huh sweetie? Is it watching her? Watching me fuck your wife?" It's strange to say, but it comforted me knowing that John was enjoying watching me. I felt slightly betrayed, but at least I was free to enjoy myself now. "Fuck me Daddy," I gasped. "Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Ugh-shit-fuck-fuck- here-it-comes. Ugh-ugh-ugh- cumming!" *** That was eight months ago and today I knew Dana was going to be angry at me. I was late and for sure she would be waiting. I ran from my car to the door, quickly checking my watch one last time. Shit, I was fifteen minutes late. "You're late bitch," were the first words I heard as I opened the door. Dana was still dressed in her work clothes, but her skirt was bunched around her waist. She kissed and idly played with the nipples of the comely blonde sitting on her lap. "You knew it was Chastity's six month anniversary today didn't you? It isn't every day when a girl gets her first pair of boobies you know." The blonde that used to be my husband squirmed and panted, not just from the arousal, but from torture. Dana reached her hand between Chastity's long slim legs. They parted so wide, so obediently. The hand ignored the penis trying vainly to grow hard in spite of the silver chastity tube, instead grasping the plump shaved orbs below and rolled them in her fingers. "Please..." Chastity tossed her blonde hair, casting her curly ringlets in all directions, as she succumbed to Dana's hand with undulations and small gasps and grunts. This was my husband she had slowly and methodically turned into the most femmy girl I had ever seen. The name Chastity was appropriate. She was unable to come, due to the curved silver tube encasing her penis. Her boobs, so high and proud, thrusting out from her chest were implants. Her large bee-stung lips would be that way forever... another gift from the plastic surgeon and what was left of our 401k. Her ass was as cute as ever thanks to constantly wearing heels and daily aerobics. There would be no hormones for Chastity, even though she begged for them, usually at night when she was kept awake by a penis that struggled to get hard in spite of the silver tube. I was jealous of her in some ways, but never of her chastity. I don't think I could bear that. It was the affection I was jealous of. "...and such beautiful breasts they are too. Lift them up Sweetie so Momma can kiss them." Chastity scooped up her pert breasts to Dana's mouth, who in turn kissed each one, tonguing them, sucking them and then blowing each nipple to hardness. Chastity bit her lower lip and her eyes tightened. I couldn't tell whether her look was one of anguished torture or utter pleasure. "Tell me sweetums, which kiss did Chastity like best?" Dana asked. I fought not to let my face show my disgust seeing them fawn over one another. Chastity answered by diving down and capturing Dana's mouth, French kissing her deeply, hungrily, as she hugged her. I could see their tongues dancing and my former husband sucking Dana's tongue as if it were a cock. The sight of their affection filled me with yearning. This was my chastity. In the eight months of living with Dana, the most affection I had was the occasional chaste kiss on the lips from my former husband. "I liked that one best," Chastity said. Dana wiped at the red lipstick that was smeared from her lover's nose to her chin. "You little minx," Dana said, playfully swatting Chastity's rounded behind. "Now off with you and go get mommy's cock." Chastity returned carrying the huge black strap-on. She held it as if she were afraid to touch it. It was even bigger than Patty's old strap - as big around as my wrist. This one was equipped with a smaller dildo that would fit inside of whoever was wearing it. "Help me put it on," Dana said. "There's a certain little uppity bitch over there that needs to be reminded of her place." "Really it's okay," Chastity pleaded. "I'm not upset." "You sweet little thing," Dana's look turned hard. "Now stop procrastinating and put it on me." Chastity unzipped Dana's dress with a precision born of repetition, picked it up as Dana stepped out of it and folded it neatly. There were no panties and Dana was obviously wet, so there had evidently been some foreplay before I arrived. Dana held the small end of the strap-on, the end that would fit inside of her toward Chastity. "Get it nice and warm for me." Chastity's cheeks sunk in as she swallowed the small end of the strap- on. The other end stood out like a missile from her mouth. Dana said, "That's enough Sweetie, now put it on me." Chastity removed the dildo from her mouth, kissed Dana's pussy, strapped the dildo firmly around Dana's pelvis and then gave it a reverent kiss. My pussy was leaking in advance. It was my turn now. Dana turned her attention to me. "What's wrong bitch? You too good to be on time for our party? Do you like hurting sweet Chastity's feelings?" "Fuck you. I'm paying most of the bills around here. When I have to work late - I have to work late," I said. My nipples were erect and poking through my blouse. My heart racing. Dana pounced, grabbing me and pushed me to the ground. My clothes ripped as she stripped me forcibly. This was my foreplay and had been for eight months. She used me brutally, taking out her frustrations on my body. We were a pair of animals rutting on the floor. My knees and elbows burned from the carpet. She rode me through a series of orgasms, the last two almost painful in their intensity. I begged her to stop, but that just spurred her on even harder. It was only after she had climaxed that she pulled out and pushed me roughly away, discarding me. "Now, apologize to Chastity for being late and for making her see such a disgusting display. You know how sensitive she is." I had been taken too hard and my body made to yield that I couldn't think of a suitable retort. "I'm sorry Chastity," I said, gasping for breath. "I'm sorry for being late for you party and for - and for the disgusting display." The burst of pleasure in my cunt had given away to a dull ache from the abuse. I would feel it tomorrow. "Okay, now let me see my two favorite girls kiss and make up," Dana said. Chastity bent down, pushed her hair out of her eyes... such bright orbs that blazed with an intensity brought on by sexual deprivation. She tilted her head to the side and opened her plump soft kissable lips. Then she kissed me, brushing her lips against mine. I still loved her - Chastity - John, whatever the name. It was times like this and when I lay awake at night in the small guest bedroom that I missed him most. I yearned for his sweet kisses and his loving tender touch. I leaned forward, my tongue searching for his of its own volition. But Chastity pulled away, leaving me, mouth open, tongue searching in vane, wanting more... This was what I came to expect in way of affection in my new life. This was my chastity. "Now Sweetums, see if you can clean up this disgusting mess Erin made," Dana said. Chastity got down between Dana's spread legs and licked the dildo clean. She did it without complaint; she never seemed to mind as long as it wasn't in the other hole. She helped Dana out of the strap-on, cleaned the other end as well, before kissing Dana's pussy. The kisses grew more urgent and then she was eagerly licking Dana's sex. "Oh, Chastity," she said. "I love you so much." To me: "See, bitch" Dana said. "Why can't you be more like Chastity?" I looked on with more than a little jealousy, as Dana ran her fingers through Chastity's hair, cooing in pleasure. "Oh my soft sweet lover... my tender little girl." Then I looked down at Chastity's swollen balls, smoothly shaved and swinging below her trapped cock. Was it my imagination or were they pulsing? So desperate he must be. I felt my own aching satisfaction. No, I couldn't - wouldn't be more like Chastity. "Someone has to make a living in this house," I said. "One piece of fluff around here is enough." Maybe it hurt John, I don't know. I wished he was between my legs instead of hers. I was his wife goddamnit, but that wasn't part of Dana's plan. She kept us both starving of course. I was so starved for compassion; I would accept whatever she gave me in passion and the tiny bit of tenderness I received from John. And poor John. I felt a slight twinge of guilt. She had held the attempted rape over his head and used it to coerce him into becoming some sort of living china doll. I had seen them loving one another, the baby talk, the extended kissing... the heavy petting. Whereas I slept in the guest bedroom, they inhabited the master suite. However, while I had my own bed, Chastity slept cramped at the foot of the bed or with his head trapped between Dana's legs. I had seen Chastity kneel between Dana's legs for hours, licking her, sucking her, through orgasm after orgasm. However, through it all, I had never seen him come. Well, he deserved his punishment. If he were a real man, he would teach Dana a lesson, instead of kneeling there like a femmy little fluff, kissing and worshipping her pussy. "Don't listen to that mean old Grinch, my sweet Chastity," Dana cooed to my former husband. "I cherish you dearly. Oh! That's the spot." She wrapped her fingers in his blonde hair and pulled him forcefully into her pussy. "Oh God, right there. Love me with your velvet tongue. Oh fuck right there. Oh baby, you are such a good little girl, so sweet and loving. Oh fuck! Oh goddamnit! I think - ah - I think I'm going to cum again." The End *** If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.