This is my first story detailing the type of marriage I hope to enter
into. I am firm believer in a Matriarchy lifestyle where the male takes
the traditional role of the wife. Unlike other types of Internet
relationships, I believe that a D/S marriage/relationship is built on
the traditional values of trust, love, and fun. I do believe in
fidelity, just incase your wondering, but only for the male.
Commitment, another cornerstone of a relationship is based on the trust
and love between the Domme and her submissive. I hope you enjoy my
story.
Keywords: Femdom Authoritarian, Chastity belt, Bondage, Discipline,
Very High Heels, French Maid, Cuckolding.
Into the Corner
By Domestic Cleaner (A.K.A Kevin)
"Into the corner, and I'm adding three more weeks in your chastity belt
for not completing your chores."
So there I stood in the corner again, wearing nothing but my chastity
belt and my ruffled apron as Carol continued to read her book. With the
wedding day only eight months from now, I had a feeling that this would
continue after we said our vows.
It was Saturday morning and I was getting ready to shower. Carol walked
in and made a new announcement.
"Kevin, would you do me a favor?"
"Sure."
"I rather prefer if you would shave."
"Shave, Honey?"
"Yes, shave and keep shaved everything."
"Everything?" I said blushing.
"Everything, Underarms, chest and most importantly your legs. I like
the smooth feeling of bare skin."
Removing my chastity belt, Carol helped me not into the shower as I
normally would on a Saturday morning, but a bath. She removed my
chastity belt and helped me for the next 45 minutes remove all the hair
from my ears on down.
Monday night, Carol arrived home at seven o'clock. I had straightened
up the house, took out the old newspapers and did some light dusting.
"I have you seen the mail." Carol asked walking towards me.
"No, I completely forgot to get it. I have been busy trying to
straighten up before you got home." I replied. I watched as she stood
in front of me begin to remove my shirt
"Kevin, do you agree that a well ran house requires compromise?" she
said unbuckling my pants and letting them fall to the floor
"Yes, Dear." I responded.
"Do you agree that there is and can only be one head of the household?"
she asked.
Standing with only my underwear on with my chastity belt clear evident.
"You may remove those, she remarked.
I felt humiliated that she would punish me again. I knew where this
would lead me soon enough. Removing my underwear, I stood in front of
Carol naked.
"I have expectations that you must remember. To help you remember, I
think you need a time out." She said guiding me to my corner again.
"I want you to stand in the corner for 15 minutes. But this time I want
you to stand on the balls of your feet. I don't want you to lower or
rest on your heels. Do you understand?" Carol asked.
"Please Carol, why do..."
"This is not a debate, you need to learn." Carol said.
I thought about not retrieving the mail during those 15 minutes. My
calves began to ache. Under the watchful eyes of Carol, she would
remind me. "Up baby."
Two days latter I came home after a long day at work. I changed into a
pair of sweats and t-shirt and began to do my chores. As I was sweeping
the floors, I saw them. In the punishment corner a pair of three inch
black pumps. I knew then that if I did not perform my chores and tend
to my responsibilities appropriately, it would be the slippery slope
for me. I felt I had to stay out of those shoes at all costs. But in a
perverse way I wanted to try them on. I wanted to at least try and
stand in a pair of high heels.
I tended to my chores diligently, making sure that all were attended to
and completed before Carol got home. With about a half hour before
Carol would get home, I went over to the shoes. Removing my house
slippers, the ones that Carol insists that I wear when in the house, I
gingerly stepped into my new punishment shoes. Instantly I felt more
feminine, docile. I dare not walk around in the house in them, but I
stood for a few minutes as the stress began to work on my calves. I
stepped out of them and put my house shoes back on, grateful for the
ability to remove them as my calves where burning only after 5 minutes.
Carol arrived home a short time later. As I finished preparing the
meal, Carol had changed into some comfortable cloths and inspected my
work. I served dinner and we chatted about the day. After dinner we sat
and chatted and watched some TV before settling down for the night. We
made no mention of the high heels in the corner, not even a glance. For
we both knew for who and for what those meant-nothing needed to be
said.
I knew it would be only a matter of time. I was trying so hard to
finish my chores before Carol got home. But work had kept me over, and
I knew I'd never finish by the time she arrived. As she walked into the
door I pleaded with her, trying to explain that work and traffic kept
me. She would have none of that.
"We each have to work to make a relationship work. Sometimes one has to
work harder than the other."
"But, I try so hard." I replied.
"Yes, I know. But a clean house and authority must be maintained." She
replied.
Looking mortified, but understanding she was right, I know what I had
to do.
I removed my clothes as Carol watched, then lead me over to my
punishment corner. I tried to make my last convincing argument but to
no avail.
"Step into your shoes." Carol insisted.
"Please honey." I begged as I slid my right foot into the three inch
stiletto pump.
"25 minutes in the corner and two weeks additional time in your
chastity belt for talking back."
Sliding my left into the other shoe, I knew this would be the beginning
of a new life. I felt submissive and obedient standing in my new shoes.
I wondered what changes were in store for me as our relationship
progressed. But even though I felt uncomfortable having to keep my legs
shaved and now to wear pumps during punishment, I felt at oddly
content.
"I like the way these pumps make your legs and butt look." She said as
she began to caress my bum. I was standing there performing my penance
for not performing my duties.
Whispering in my ear she said "I like you in these pumps so much, I
think it would do your legs a lot good to wear them. I think you should
perform your chores in them from now on." Having been given another two
weeks in my chastity belt for talking back, I knew that I must defer to
her authority.
I began the next day to wear my pumps around the house while I
performed my chores. As the weeks went by, I noticed that it became
easier and easier to navigate around. I begin to feel comfortably odd
at wearing them.
Carol called me at work to tell me she had some good news. Getting home
before me, I knew that tonight would be a very fun filled evening.
Having gone the six weeks in my chastity belt I was ready to burst. I
was hoping that I would be able to cum tonight and drove like a mad man
home.
Waiting for me was a very nice dinner and I was allowed to wear my
traditional house slippers instead of my pumps. I felt so happy and
grateful for the reprieve. During dinner, Carol handed me a gift-
wrapped package. Excitedly I opened it up to reveal about a dozen pairs
of panties. Most were full back panties with lace. A few of the sexy
ones had shear backs, which would afford the viewer a complete
transparent view of the wearer's bum. The last four panties caught my
eye as I lifted one pair up. The only way to describe them would be to
include the rows of lace that filled the back of the panties. Looking
up at Carol, I could see the deductive smile.
"Wow, these are very sexy panties." I remarked
"Do you like them?"
"Yes, they would look really hot on you." I replied.
"Um Honey, they aren't for me."
Looking up wide-eyed, I felt my cheeks blushing. But the look on
Carol's face, the triumph of driving me deeper into my proper role
explained it all. "Those panties you are holding are called "sissy
panties" you can tell by the ruffles across the back." She remarked. "I
thought they were very cute and would look good on you. But we can't
have you wearing those to work, so your cotton panties are for day-to-
day wear."
"Yes, Honey."
"Every day from now on, okay sweetie." Carol
"Yes, every day." I look demurely at her resigned to the fact that I
would begin wearing panties everyday from now on. My cock twitched a
little in its cage as she was telling me the new rules of the house.
Sitting next to me, she asked me to stand up and to remove my pants and
underwear. Right before me she handed me a pair of scissors and I knew
that I had to cut up my last pair of underwear.
"For reward, I have special gift for..." she smiled and began to caress
my balls. Taking her key from around her neck she unlocked by chastity
belt. Tenderly she began to stroke my hardening cock.
"On your toes sweetie." she instructed as she was tenderly stroking my
penis
"Do you the difference between a dick and a cock, honey?" she asked
"Size honey. Size. Now when I look at yours what do you think you have?
"A cock", I said as the feeling of sexual manipulation was beginning to
invade me."
"Oh honey, I know you think that. But from a woman's point of view you
don't have quite a dick and certainly nowhere near a cock. Real men
have cocks. Big thick cocks that satisfy women."
All I could do was moan as she manipulated my penis. Her expert hands
stroking and fondling me. Bringing me closer to orgasm but denying and
prolonging it.
"Do you think that real men stand in the corner when punished?"
Stroke, stroke...
"Wear high heels while cleaning the house?"
"No."
"Or wear panties." she asked.
"No honey." I said feeling her rub the precum around the head my penis.
"So tell me baby, what am I holding?" she asked.
"A penis?" I remarked.
"Could it be anything else? Maybe a something special that my sissy
has?"
With long strokes she continued
"Tiptoes." she commanded.
Returning to the balls of my feet. She continued stroking and asking me
questions.
"Could this be anything else besides a penis, dick or cock?" she
repeated.
"A, a, clit." I asked.
"Yes baby. I a large clit." she reinforced
Taking my salad from the table she sat it in her lap. And continued to
stroke my clit.
"Sometimes honey," she began "a woman needs a real man to satisfy her
sexual needs."
"Please no." I asked.
"Please no what?" She responded.
"Please don't take a real man. I can try and satisfy you." I pleaded
"Baby, you do satisfy me. Your oral skills are the best. But sometimes
your oral skills are not enough. Sometimes I need something larger, a
lot larger. Something that will last more than a few minutes. Do you
understand, honey?"
"Yes." I responded on the verge of an intense orgasm
"So you agree that I need a big, thick cock to satisfy me. Even when
your little clit is locked up?"
"Oh please no, please no."
"No, you don't agree?" she responded
"Yes, No. Oh god. Please my I cum?" I asked
"Soon honey. But first do you agree that I need a real man, with a big
thick hard cock to satisfy me?"
"Yes, yes, you need a real man." I said
"And..." she asked.
"A big thick cock to satisfy you. Something that I don't have." I
pleaded.
"Oh how thoughtful of you baby. To understand my carnal needs. I knew
that you were special. I love you so much."
Stroking me with her right hand, she lifted the plate to that my cock
begin to shoot sprit after sprit of cum onto my salad
"Yes baby. That's it. Cum for Mistress."
Cum I did. Two months of stored seamen erupted onto my dinner salad.
Wave after wave of pure sexual release enveloped me. The pain in my
calves evident since I stood on my tiptoes. Taking a piece of lettuce
from my salad, Carol proceeded to clean my penis head off of all the
cum. Ensuring that not a drop of it was missed. Gingerly, she took a
towellette and cleaned my penis and chastity belt. Without delay she
relocked my shriveled penis back into it cage and instructed me to sit.
Taking a fork she began to take the clumps of salad and feed me. I felt
awful, as she confidently and triumphantly feed me my cum covered
salad.
Two days later while cleaning the house again, I came across another
pair of high heels in my punishment corner. This time they were four
inch heels, black patent leather like my previous ones. I knew that my
days in my three inch heels were going to come to an end. I wondered if
the additional height of my heels would encumber me when performing my
chores. After arriving home and having dinner that I prepared, Carol
sat me down on the couch for a little talk.
"Honey, by now you've seen your new shoes in the corner. With increase
in height comes additional responsibilities for you. Why don't you
remove your three inch heels you won't be needing them any more."
Removing my shoes by lifting my legs back in a feminine manner, I
listened to Carol.
"I need you to run to the dry cleaners on Tuesday's and Friday to
deliver and retrieve the dry cleaning. This is in addition to
Wednesday's grocery shopping. Monday's I want you to take my car to the
car wash. Thursday's you will do the laundry. Saturday you will perform
the house cleaning and any extra ironing that is needed. Sunday will be
a light day for you but you should be prepared at times to serve. Now
about your new shoes." She instructed
Glancing towards the corner I eyed my new black 4" pumps in the corner.
"Why don't you get your new pumps?"
Getting up, I walked over to my new pumps and slipped them on.
Returning to her I stood in front of my girlfriend wearing my white
sissy panties, chastity belt and new 4" pumps. "I noticed at times that
you remove your foot from your shoes. Now, I know that most women do
this, but honey it is most inappropriate for you." She intoned.
"But Carol, sometimes my feet hurt." I responded.
"I know, but how do you expect to become proficient at wearing higher
heels if you keep taking short cuts?" She asked.
"I don't know." I responded.
"Well, I have a solution." Reaching into her handbag she retrieved a
box and took out two balls of chains. "These two little darling
trainers will help you develop stamina and poise."
Bending down and instructing me lift my left foot then my right, Carol
secured the chains up through the vamp of my heels and around my ankle.
One chain for each shoe. With the click of a lock I heard her secure my
shoes onto my feet. Finally, instructing me to put my legs closer
together, she attached an eight inch hobble chain between my heels.
Continuing she said "Every day you are to put your shoes on and secure
them on your feet with the locks. This will ensure that you don't sneak
little rest sessions as you perform your chores. The hobble chain will
assist you in your ungainly gate. I have noticed that you needed to
shorten your stride, as it is most unfeminine to walk around the house
like with such a long stride. Short mincing steps are better for you.
And for the bad news." She said with a slight glint in her eyes. "For
every infraction that you commit, you will spend that number of weeks
in your chastity belt for every inch of your heel."
"Yes Dear." I responded. Knowing that if I argued she would immediately
add another month.
"I'm afraid that that's not all. Every time you change height of your
heels, you'll need to spend twice the height with out an orgasm. So,
like this evening, your next orgasm will be no early than eight weeks
from now."
I felt mortified that she was going to continue my feminization and
control sessions. They appear to be getting deeper and deeper in depth.
I wondered how far this would go as I donned my apron and began my
chores. My gate was severely reduced due to the hobble chain securing
my new heels closer together. I knew it would take me longer to do my
chores and wondered if Carol would adjust the time to allow for my
chores to be completed. Dishes, cooking, dusting, folding and layout
clothes could easily take the better part of two hours. Little did I
know that my reduced stride would increase that by another hour? Oh my
I thought, what other possible diabolical punishments could my lover
have in store for me. Some other boyfriends might leave a relationship
like this, but not me. I was determined to make this relationship work.
I knew that relationships required compromise and I was determined to
do my fair share.
It was hectic getting my chores done including getting Carol's bath
ran, setting out her clothes for the next day, and packing her gym bag.
But only being an hour over the allotted time period was not that bad,
I thought for my first night in 4" pumps hobbled no less too! I was
relieved when Carol called me into the bedroom and handed me the keys
to my locks.
I released the locks and removed the shoes from my aching feet. I saw a
nightgown lying on my side of the bed and proceeded to slip it over my
head. It was a short nightie that barely came down to mid thigh. My
sissy panties clearly visible through the material, I slipped into bed.
As I was getting comfortable, Carol remarked that she would forgive my
time lapse this evening, but in the future most take care to ensure
that all of my chores are performed on time. In the morning she did
remark that I would not need to lock my shoes on before serving her
breakfast, but that I still must wear my shoes around the house at all
times.
Getting ready for work I slipped my cotton panties up my clean-shaven
thighs hoping that I would not have any panty lines visible through my
slacks. I hurried off to work and knew I had to run to the dry cleaners
to get the laundry out during my lunch break or else I risk not having
enough time to perform my chores at home.
Arriving home, I removed my shoes and my street clothes and donned my
apron and locked my four inch pumps on my feet. Securing the hobble
chain with the lock, I felt tonight would be a long night. My calves
not yet adjusting to the additional one inch height, I could feel the
pressure I began to remove the plastic bags and put the dry cleaning
away. Mincing into the kitchen I began to prepare dinner for two and
tried to hurry but careful and mindful of my gate.
One week latter Carol walked in and announced that she had a new
present for me. I knew that it would not be traditional fun present,
but I also knew that the presents were important as they helped me
become a better spouse. I looked around the room and toward my
punishment corner. I didn't see a new set of high heels, for this I was
glad about. But I did see an eye bolt fixed into the corner at about
neck high. At first I didn't really notice it. Mincing over to where
Carol was sitting, I reported to her
"Yes Dear." I said
"I have a couple of new presents for you. I thought it would be a good
time to give them to you since you forgot to fold the laundry last
night. Since your chores are completed, it's time to perform your
punishment and reflect on your responsibilities."
"Yes honey, it was my fault for being lazy." I replied
Standing up, Carol had in her hand a very nicely made leather posture
collar.
"I thought you needed to develop a little bit more posture that is
appropriate for your station in this house. From now on, as part of
your dress while performing your chores, I want you to wear your
posture collar. It will help you with keeping your head and back
straight." She replied.
Stepping behind me, she wrapped the posture collar around my neck
forcing my chin up. Hearing the click of the lock, I knew that I would
need another key to get it off. I only hope that she is keeping track
of all these keys that she uses to look the different parts of my
outfit on with.
"You look absolutely lovely like this. But now it's time to reflect on
your indiscretions." She remarked.
Leading me over to the corner, Carol position me facing the wall. The
eyebolt facing out at about chin level. Attaching a chain to the front
of my collar and to the eyebolt, ensured that I could not pull away
from the wall. With her instructions, I placed my hands behind my back
as she secured a pair of handcuffs around my wrists.
"I know you not used to wearing cold steal around your wrists, but I
thought it would be important for you. Particularly when you see the
next presents."
Reaching around to in front of me, I could see the ring gag descend. I
could feel her warm breasts against my bare back where the apron didn't
over. She was brushing up against me with her pelvis and I basked in
the very intimate contact that we made.
"Open wide honey." She said.
Following her instructions, I opened my mouth to feel the ring gag
being secured around my head. Not being able to look around and only
forward since my posture collar kept me focused to the front. I waited
and heard her rummaging around. From the side I could feel her
approach.
"Sweetie, you know how much this means to me. Your training is coming
along quite nicely and when we are done you'll make the best spouse
anyone could want. But as you know, I'm am fiercely possessive and will
not allow someone else to take you away from me. I have in my hand
something really special that will demonstrate to me your obedience to
me."
To my horror, Carol placed in front of my mouth a dildo with a suction
cup and stuck it to the wall.
"This is a cock honey or a replica of what a real cock looks like. I
would say open wide, but it looks like your already waiting for it.
You're so naughty standing with your mouth in a perfect O, your lips
wet and moist waiting for something to slide through them. Tonight we
will just focus on the big thick head of the cock in your mouth. But I
am excided about the next part. See, well maybe not. Anyway, I have a
special spring that attaches between your chain and the eyebolt on the
wall. It fits like this. Now, pull your head back so that just the tip
of the cock is in your mouth. See, um hear that? That click is the
sound of the up click. Now, pull back until just the head of the big
cock into your mouth and listen for the click. There hear it, that's
the down click. Each time you make a full cycle of 1 up and 1 down
click, it's recorded on this little meter. That way I can see how many
full cycles you've performed. But the best part is, well at least I
think so, is that I can also set the time between the clicks-something
like a metronome."
I stood standing in the corner now in my high heels, with a thick long
cock sticking out from the wall. Sliding up and down on the head of the
dildo to the timing of a metronome counter. My hands handcuffed behind
my back and the limited movement afforded by the chain connecting my
posture collar to the eyebolt secured to the wall. I stood in the
corner with the cock head securely fixed in my mouth for about a half-
hour. I didn't hear the clicking sound and I was grateful for that. But
the aching of my jaw told me just how big this cock was. After
finishing my penance, Carol unhooked me from the wall and we went to
bed. I slept soundly but at time had vague images of cocks in my
dreams.
Two weeks later, Carol came home ecstatic to hear that a bunch of
packages arrived. I had not opened them but I did call her after having
to pick them up from the postal service. If I knew then what I had in
the car, I would have kept driving or at least disposed of them before
getting home. Carol's instructions where that we would have a late
dinner and not to start dinner to until after she got home at 6 pm-a
little earlier than her normal time of 7. I knew that the packages must
be important. Unloading the packages I took them into the dinning room
and set them on dinning table. I then changed into my sissy panties, 4"
heels that locked on and donned my apron and posture collar.
Carol arrived about 15 minutes later and took the packages into our
bedroom. Closing the door behind her, I couldn't tell what they were
but judging from the smile on her face, they must contained something
she really liked. At about 20 minutes to seven o'clock, Carol called me
into the bedroom.
When I walked in, I couldn't tell what was under a sheet covering the
purchases. Instructing me to remove my apron, she unlocked my shoes and
had me sit on the edge of the bed. Blind folding me, I could see that
she was so excited as my eyes were covered. Instructing me extend my
leg out, I could feel something smooth in case my left leg as she
rolled something all the way up to my upper thigh. Again she repeated
this for my left leg. Next, I felt her slip my feet into a pair of
shoes. I could hear her secure the shoe locks around the vamp and my
ankle and figured that they were my 4" pumps. Instructed me to stand, I
almost fell forward when I stood up. Turning me around, I felt Carol
wrap something around my waist. Suddenly I felt her tightening it and
asked how tight I would have worn my corset. "Not too tight." She said.
Tighter and tighter she pulled on the ties. After she secured the ties,
I had to take shallow breaths and stand very straight. I felt her
thread the straps of the corset under my sissy panties and pulling my
stockings taught she secured each of the garter straps to them. Turning
me around to face her, I felt her open the cups of my corset and insert
something into each of the cups. I knew they had to be breast forms and
I began to ask here why. But with just reassurance she told me to trust
her.
Next Carol asked me to lift each of my legs up as she placed something
on the floor. Next I felt her pull something up my thighs to rest at my
waists. With my arms straight up in the air as requested, I felt her
lower a dress. I knew it was very very short, as I could not feel it
touch my thighs. Zipping it up the back I felt the zipper end at the
bottom of my posture collar. Sitting me down at the vanity, Carol
proceeded to put blush and lipstick on me. Instructing me to keep my
eyes closed, she removed my blindfold and placed a wig on me head. I
felt her attach something to it and tie it under the back of my hair.
Telling me stand she guided me over to our floor standing mirror. When
I opened my eyes, I was shocked at the reflection in the mirror.
Standing before me is the perfect looking French Maid. From the cotton
tiara on my head on top of my long brown hair held back in a ponytail.
I let my eyes drift down to the full chest that is holding out the
bodice of my uniform. Further down the hourglass figure created by my
corset ended with a flared out skirt. My skirt being held out by the
petticoat. I turned sideways to see that the front of my uniform
appeared to be longer in the front than the back. Bending over
slightly, I could see the ruffles of my sissy panties. Carol informed
me that my stockings wear seamed and she expected me to keep them
straight. Looking down, I see that my feet are encased in 6" stiletto
black pumps. The height creating a very nice balance to my legs and
causing my bum to stick out invitingly.
"It's time for you to prepare dinner now. No more dawdling in front of
the mirror you have chores to perform. After dinner I think you should
spend 15 minutes in the punishment corner. That will give you something
to look forward to."
"Yes Ms." I replied curtseying after receiving my instructions.
"Oh very nice finish. Your training is coming along quite nicely."
I minced off into the kitchen to begin preparing our dinner. The
clicking of my 6" heels on the hardwood floors and the slate kitchen
could be heard throughout the house. I wasn't used to the additional 2
inches of height and this caused me to adjust my gate and my posture to
compensate for it. My calves were screaming at me and began to ache
something awful. From the den I heard the ringing of a ceramic bell and
knew that Carol was summing me. I reported to the den, curtsied and was
asked to bring her a glass of wine into her study. Setting the table, I
laid out cloth napkins and went back to Carol to notify her that dinner
was ready.
During dinner Carol laid out additional rules that I would need to
abide by. The first was that I was no longer allowed to wear male
clothing in the house. As part of that rule, I would remove all my
clothing in the foyer, walk to my closet and either put on a maid
uniform or an appropriate dress. Second was that at times I was
expected to sleep in the spare bedroom. Well she really didn't use that
name but where else could the "maids room", be? Again after dinner, I
found myself standing in the corner. This time without the ring gag in
my mouth, but found that the length of the stroke was an inch longer
than the last time. Back and forth my head bobbed on this phallic
sticking out from the wall in time all I could hear was the click-clack
of the meter.
After what appeared to be hours honing my skills but in reality was
only about 15 minutes, my 6" stiletto encased ankles were quite tired
and hurting something awful. I tried shifting my weight from one heal
to the other to relieve the pressure. That's when Carol came up from
behind me and whispered encouraging words. She told me to focus on the
cock; to stay with the timing, focus dear were the words. After
completing the number of trusts, my lips felt tingly and my jaw hurt
from being open in a perfect "O" for so long. That's when Carol took me
from the corner and led me to the front of the couch.
Placing me on my knees in front of her, she lazy draped her legs over
my shoulders and guided my face to her. For the next half hour, dressed
as her maid, but glad to be off my feet, I serviced her to a number of
climaxes with my tongue. It must have looked very erotic to see a maid
on her knees serving the Mistress of the house in such an intimate way.
But all I could think about was the length of time since my last
orgasm. It was going on close to 6 weeks without one and I knew that I
had at least another two before I would be even given the opportunity
to cum. In retrospect I wish that I had focused on something else
besides my own orgasm, for destiny has a way with wishes.
Thirteen days latter, I would be cleaning the house in my expected
attire and mincing around in my four inch heels as required, when I had
a choice. After much to do around the home, I had haphazardly forgotten
to take the recyclables to the curb. But dressed as I was, I was hoping
that Carol would not make me and would at least this once help me out.
It was not to be. Instead she gave me a choice, carry the bottle and
cans to the corner, or spend and additional four weeks without an
orgasm and in my chastity belt. I looked out the door towards the curb.
Carol holding me by my waste and comforting me that it would only take
about ten minutes to walk down and up the length of the driveway in my
heels, hobbled as they were.
I picked up the trash and was about to make my way out the door, when
Carol said I didn't look complete. That's when I saw the ring gag in
her hand and began to beg her not to put that in. I wouldn't be able to
talk if any of the neighbors were to happen to come across me as I was
performing my duties. She said she knew, but that made little
consolation, as she with a wicked smile on her face, secured the ring
gag around my head and locked on with click of the lock. I never made
it to the end of the driveway. I chicken out afraid that someone from
the neighborhood would see. I just dropped the back 10 feet from the
door and minced my way back to the door. It took forever to walk those
ten feet hobbled and wearing high heels. When I got back into the
house, Carol was not mad, but she was scheming. I could tell.
The next night, the night I would normally get my orgasm was surreal in
the house. I was weighting for the hammer to drop and be punished for
my failure to complete my chores on time the previous night. Instead,
Carol guided me into my punishment corner again. This time she added
another inch to the length of stroke on the dildo, bringing it to five
inches in total. For an added bonus, I was standing in the corner with
my uniform and six inch heels on, but this time with my panties down
around my ankles. She stood next to me hanging a top filling enema bag
next to me. Connecting the leads of a special water pump to the spring
meter, she told me that ever time I missed the timing of the up or down
click, a cup of water would be injected into me. Holding up a dildo
shaped nozzle, she began to lubricate it and I felt it being inserted
into my bum. After pushing it in about three inches, I felt my
sphincter close around the narrow part effectively locking it into my
ass.
At first the click didn't begin as I began to bob up and down on the
dildo. I was wondering if it was broken but continued. That's when I
heard her say "my, my, aren't we an eager cocksucker tonight. Having
second thoughts about not completing your chores last night, honey?" So
there I stood perched on my six inch heels with a large dildo in my
mouth, my posture collar secured to the wall by a short chain and meter
combination. An enema tube running from the bag behind me terminating
at the entrance of my bum waiting to inject its contents into my poor
bottom.
Just as the telephone was about to ring, she set the hideous
contraption to work. I begin rocking back and forth on the dildo to the
timing of the clicks. Trying to keep pace with it and trying to get the
correct length on the down stroke. Each time I pushed forward, I could
feel the head of the dildo touch the back of my throat. But I had
little chance to gag, as I had to pull back until just the head of the
dildo was in my mouth. I missed the down click and felt something shoot
into my bottom. It was so startled that I lost my rhythm and the little
cock in my bottom began shooting cup after cup of water into me. Now
not only was I my jaw and calves straining, but now my bottom was
getting full and I began to cramp. But I resumed my focus on the dildo
and redoubled my efforts to get in time with clicks.
After gaining control of my rhythm, I could hear Carol talking on the
telephone. At one point, she walked over to me while talking and poured
another pitcher of water into the bag. I had taken almost the full bag
into me during the last fifteen minutes, but now I lost all
concentration on the dildo and felt the water begin to surge into me.
That's when I heard her say to Clare "Just a second Clare,"
Not even muting the phone, she began
"I know your cramping honey, but you need to focus on the dildo not
what's happening in your ass. Solve the problem baby, not the solution.
The solution is to continue bobbing up and down on the dildo, hurry
baby regain your rhythm. Up down, up-down, that's it. Oh yes, keep
sucking that big thick cock." I felt mortified as I listened to Carol
give me support knowing that her best friend hear the whole
conversation. She continued. "No, I have him in the punishment corner,
plugged top and bottom. No, not yet, but he'll find out next weekend.
No, it won't be a problem, I'm sure if it. He already knows that bigger
is better."
My Cuckolding Begins
At 5 o'clock on Saturday, Carol instructed me to change into my
Victorian maid uniform. This very traditional 1800s period uniform was
heavy as a result of the material used, but I thought the little mop
cap looked cute on me. I was instructed at 6 o'clock to prepare Carol's
bath. I bathed, shaved and toweled dried her. As she was applying her
makeup, she told me to go and select some sexy lingerie and a cute
dress for her to wear. I selected a very pretty thong and bra set,
thigh-high stockings and a black dress.
Entering the bedroom, I could smell her perfume and marveled at her
cute body as she padded toward me wrapped in a towel. Instructing me to
help her dress, I got on my knees as she turned away from me. I held
open her thong as she stepped into it. My face was at her butt level,
when she slightly bent over and instructed me to pay homage to her by
kiss her ass. Spreading her cheeks open, I begin to French kiss her
asshole and thanked her for the opportunity to serve her. Taunting me,
she asked me if I knew why I was helping her get dressed. I replied
that I hoped that we were going to dinner. But she crushed that idea
and told me, that yes I was half right but that she was going to dinner
and that I would be staying home to complete my chores.
Then she begin to tell me what was happening:
"Do you remember when we talked about the difference between Real Men
and sissies?"
"Yes, but I thought it was just us talking." I replied.
"I know you did, but trust me, I was dead serious about needing a Real
Man with a large cock to satisfy my sexual needs. Although I love you
with all my heart, my pussy needs something more demonstrative,
thicker, longer and commanding at times."
I looked down toward the ground listening to her tell me she was taking
on a new lover. Someone who would sexually satisfy her in ways that my
expert tongue and penis could not.
"Tonight, I will be having dinner with Mathew and then will be spending
a few, well more than a few, hours with him. Soon he will be driving
his big, thick shaft of a Man cock into me." She said taunting me. But
I could feel the blood begin to rush to my penis as she was telling me
her expected sexual exploits for the evening. She knew the effect that
talking so sexually to me had and I think it was another way for her to
exert her sexual superiority over me.
"I want you to think of me tonight as you do your chores. Imagining my
hot, wet tight pussy being stretched over this man's cock as I moan
laying back and enjoy him. I want you to picture me sliding up and down
on his big shaft, his hands wondering around my breasts, and then
cupping my ass, making me feel like a pure woman."
The following weekend I met Carol's mystery lover. I wasn't upset, more
like resigned to the fact that she has a lover. I know that he's way
better endowed than I am and that he brings pleasure to Carol that I
can't-at least that what she said. He's a very nice guy though, I
guess. When we first met, I was dressed in a uniform; this one was my
hobble uniform. What I found surprising was his physical size. He must
have been six foot tall and about 210 pounds of pure unadulterated
muscle. Not a body builder but defiantly a man who takes care of his
body. His large biceps clearly visible in his dress shirt. He fit the
tall, dark and handsome mystic that women seem to enjoy. Compared to my
150 pound frame, this man was a goliath to me.
The hobble maid uniform that Carol bought me runs the entire length of
my legs beginning at my waist and ending at my ankles. It only allows
me to take small maybe 4" steps when I wear it. I really am not a fan
of wearing hobble skirts, particularly this one. Not because it
restricts my stride but because the cheeks of my ass are fully exposed.
I know that as I turn way wearing my Cum Fuck Me pumps (CFM's) and with
my checks fully exposed sends the message to come and take me.
At first when I met Mathew, Carol's lover, I was impressed that he was
so charming. For he gave me two gifts. The first was a framed picture
of him naked and signed with "To Cucky" signed Mathew. The second was
two wallet sized pictures. One of Carol and Mathew having sex and one
picture of a close up of Mathew's large cock.
But that's where it ended, at the two gifts. I would soon come to
understand way he's the dominant alpha male and I was the beta in this
household. I didn't think it was that serious of a rule violation, I
have been working hard around the house doing my chores. After putting
the picture in my wallet and placing the picture of Carol and her lover
on my nightstand by my bed in the maid's room, I heard Mathew yell for
me.
As I reported to living, I saw Mathew sitting in a straight back chair
in the middle of the room. Carol was standing behind him resting on his
shoulders licking his ear. They were both naked as I approached. Sissy,
what is the meaning of this?" he retorted. Looking at the empty tube of
lubricating jelly I replied that it was on my list of things to get
when I go grocery shopping today. I expect you to manage this house
much better. Come here he instructed me.
Mincing over to him in my hobble skirt, he pulled me down across his
lap. Laying across him like a little child, I felt anger at first but
that would soon give way to the intense spanking he was about to give
me. As I was laying across his lap promising not to let it happen
again, Carol had walked from behind him to in front of him and started
to take pictures on the digital camera. As he started to spank me he
made me count every spank that he landed on my exposed and framed
cheeks of my butt. I felt my cheeks warm as he landed spank after spank
on each cheek. After about the tenth spank, he increased the intensity
and I start to cry. During this time his calmly lecturing me on my role
and responsibility in this house.
Crying profusely, I felt him push me gently off his lap. I then found
my self kneeling in front of him with my watery eyes obscuring my
vision. But the felt him holding my head against his stomach between
his spread open legs. Undoing my posture collar and letting it fall to
the floor, I felt his cock was resting against my exposed neck as he
comforted me and told me that discipline builds good character. With my
head resting in his lap my face facing toward his right, he held my
head with his left hand and then with his right held his cock. I felt
him begin to rub the head of his cock around my mouth as hit began to
get tumescent. I was still coming down from my crying fit, when he told
me to open and open I did. I felt the head of his cock enter my mouth
and listen to him tell me that this would help calm me down. That's
when I hear Carol begin to tell me something that I had suspicions
about.
"You know during the last eight months of dating that I have never
given you a blowjob honey. It's not anything that you've done or the
size of your little penis. I don't give blowjobs to any of my lovers
either. Although my pussy is reserved and available to my lover at any
time, I just don't like taking a cock into my mouth. But you know baby,
that a relationship is built on teamwork. Where one person sometimes
has to pick up the slack sort of speak for the other. Honey, this is
one of those things that one team member has to do to make a
relationship work. Just like there can only be one wife in a marriage,
there needs to be a cocksucker too."
I felt Mathew force more and more of his hardening cock into my mouth.
My tongue began to encircle the head and more of the shaft as he pushed
himself into me. He spread his legs wider apart and positioned me to be
directly in front of him. I reached up to hold his lengthening shaft,
but was denied the use of them. I was told that I was not allowed to
use my hands and that I needed to become proficient at sucking cock by
just using my mouth. I heard carol remark that these photographs would
like very nice on our blogg. I moaned and shook my head no. But she
insisted that what's the difference if we keep a journal in written
form or electronic. Mathew's me my head tight, each hand on the sides
of my head. Sometimes he would hold my head still and face fuck me with
his large, thick 8" cock. Other times he would guide my head up and
down dictating the rhythm that I performed fellatio on him. As he drove
his cock into my throat, I would on occasion gag a little, this
appeared only to fuel his desires.
As his bulbous head glided over my tongue, my perfectly round mouth
providing the necessary friction around the length of his shaft, I knew
he would be cumming soon. No longer where his large balls hitting my
chin, but they tighten up. Moments latter I felt his cum splash against
the roof of my mouth. In another humiliating moment, he grabbed a
handful of my hair, told me to open my mouth wide, and began to jack
himself off with his right hand. Glob after glob of cum shot from the
head of his cock only to land on my tongue. While Carol recorded each
and every spurt, Mathew drove his cock into my mouth one last time-for
the moment at least. I knew I would be doing this more often.
After releasing me, I was told to say thank you to Mathew and return to
my chores. At that point, Carol and Mathew retired to the bedroom with
instructions for me to have breakfast ready in the morning and served
to them in bed. I returned to my chores and could hear the sweet
moaning sounds of passion as Carol and Mathew had something that I have
been denied over the last several months. I knew it had to be a very
good sexual session, because the moans would crescendo and wither only
to crescendo again an hour later.
After finishing my chores, I knocked on the bedroom door and asked if I
may enter, as I was getting ready to go to bed. Entering, Mathew was
laying on his back with a sheet lightly draped over his flaccid cock. I
transverse around the bed to Carol's side where she unlocked my heels.
Curtseying, I thanked her and wished her a good night and went to my
room. Shutting the door behind me, I went to my bedroom for the evening
and was glad to remove my heels. My calves were killing me and I was
glad to sit down and relax. I removed my dress and put on my nightgown
for the evening. Little did I know the discussion going between Carol
and Mathew.
"Does sissy know about your plans?" Mathew asked.
"No, but next weekend will be the signing ceremony. Clare and you will
be witness to the contract."
"What do you think sissy will say once the contract is read?" he asked
"I think he'll be very happy and relieved that he doesn't have worry
about the pressure." Carol remarked
"Wow, you will really have a lucky wife." Mathew said
"It's all in the training." Carol mumbled as she fell asleep.
The following morning I donned my traditional black and white housemaid
uniform and prepared breakfast for them as instructed. I was able to
wear my four inch heels. Waiting for the carnal pleasure to dissipate
in the master bedroom, I knocked on the door and asked if I could serve
breakfast.
After breakfast, as Carol and Mathew were having sex in the shower, I
managed to layout his clothes and put fresh hot towels in their
bathroom as they were soaping down each other. As Mathew was about to
get dressed, Carol called me into the master bedroom for one more act
of indignation.
Upon entering, I saw Mathew standing in towel wrapped around his waist.
Carol was dressed in a silk bathrobe. "Mathew is getting ready to leave
and I would like you to help him before he does", she said handing me
his underwear. Getting on my knees in front of Mathew as Carol was
recording it on our DVD-camera, I was preparing to hold open his
underwear for him to step into. Just then Carol interrupted me and
said, "No, no baby, is that any way to thank a wonderful cock for the
marvelous job it did all night long? Why don't you remove his towel and
thank his cock out loud."
Removing his towel from around his waste and letting it drop to the
floor, and looking straight into the flaccid cock in front of me, I
thanked his cock for all the work it did. I apologized that my little
penis was not large enough, and was happy that it could do the job that
I couldn't. As the last act, I kissed Mathew's cock on the head, and
opened his underwear for him to step into.
The following weekend, Carol organized a get together with her bride's
maid and Mathew. As I was dressed most appropriately in my uniform, I
answered door and invited Clare in first. I offered to get her
something to drink and brought her to Carol who was in the dinning
room. Next, the doorbell rang and I invited him in and showed him to
the dinning room. I was wondering what this was all about, but figured
it had to do with the wedding. A few moments later, Carol called me
into the dinning room.
All three where sitting on the far end of the dinning table across from
me. In the only chair that was available I took my seat. Carol began to
explain that we where going to work on the wedding plans, and that
Clare and Mathew were here to help us. But first she wanted to get some
preliminary paper work out of the way.
Handing me a sheet of paper with a gold seal on the bottom, Carol began
that this prenuptial agreement was a lot different than the traditional
ones. In it outlined my roles and responsibilities that I would assume
and agree to as a married couple. As I read the document it became
clear to me that I would take the role as the traditional wife in our
relationship. Second, that I was expected to perform the household
chores as trained. Third, that Carol has, as head of house; make all
decisions regarding money, roles and responsibilities. Fourth, that I
would perform a name change. Fifth, that Carol has made the decision
for Mathew to be my best man in the wedding. Sixth, consummation of the
wedding will be performed by proxy. Seventh, Carol has selected Mathew
as the proxy agent who will consummate the wedding in Kevin's place.
On the wedding day, I prepared to get dressed. I was given a wedding
lingerie of white panties, garter belt, seamed white stockings, and
white corset. Adjusting my chastity belt I slipped into my tuxedo.
Waiting at the altar for Carol, I noticed all the people attending the
wedding. My best man was standing next to me as Carol descended down
the isle-what a beautiful bride she made. The officiate of the wedding
began and I repeated my marriage vows. I promised to love, honor, and
obey-to forsake all others and strive to keep a perfect house and home.
Carol promised to love, and train me until death due us part. Mathew
handed me the ring and I placed on Carol's finger. Carol placed my ring
on my finger.
After attending to our guests during the reception, Carol and I finally
retired to our room. We had a very nice suite that adjoined another. As
we entered our room, I noticed that there was wrist and ankle
restraints secured to the bed. Lying next to the wrist restraints was a
white "O" ring gag and posture collar lying next to the restraints. I
asked Carol what was this and her response was a gift from the maid of
honor. I blushed knowing that she had set this up. Carol approached me
in her wedding dress and began to undress me. I asked her why she was
not removing her wedding dress and her response was that "we all have
fantasies." As my pants fell to the floor, I asked Carol not go through
the cuckolding on our wedding night. But she, in her nurturing way,
reminded me that we have to complete this part of our marriage. It is
important for us and for me to experience and make the journey. Picking
up the posture collar, Carol stepped behind me and pushed me down onto
my knees.
Whispering that she loved me with all her heart, she secured the
posture collar around my neck. With its rigidness and restriction, I
was forced to look up all the time, unable to turn my neck left or
right. I could smell her perfume and then came around in front of me,
"Rise." she commanded. I stood up and she picked up the O-ring gag.
Kissing me one last time, she held up the ring gag and opened my mouth
using her index finger. It was warm and romantic to feel in her care.
As I opened my mouth, she fitted the O-ring gag into my mouth. Securing
the gag around my head, I heard the click of the lock as she secured it
onto me.
Guiding me, Carol laid me down with my head toward the feet of the bed.
I was feeling a mixture of emotions-humiliation, happiness, excitement
all rolled into one. Talking as she secured my wrists into the
restraints, she reminded me that I have made the first transition into
becoming a wife. The next was transition into a cuckold. She reminded
me to have pride at being a wife and cuckold, as not all males can nor
embark on their life's quest. This was my destiny she reminded me.
After securing my ankles in the restraints, Carol moved to the inside
door that divided the two rooms. Opening it, she said, "He's secured
and ready for the next ceremony."
I could hear her maid of honor and my best man enter the room. The maid
of honor was setting up a tripod upon which I would later learn was a
video camera recording the consummation. I could hear Carol and Mathew
making out. The lifting of her dress made all the noise one needs to
hear to understand that Mathew was removing her panties. As they
manipulated each other's libido, I could hear the panting of the two as
their sexual heat began to rise. I could see that Mathew was completely
naked with a very hard cock bobbing and weaving every time he took a
step or Carol let go of his manhood. At that point, Carol came over to
the bed and got into a 69 position with me. Clare, her maid of honor,
then entered and helped Carol position her wedding gown as to allow
Mathew full access to her sex. I was helpless as Carol positions her
beautiful pussy over my face.
Looking up, I could see her sexual excitement in full blossom. Her pout
lips, exposed clit and her excited sent. I could do nothing more than
to extend my tongue up and lick her like she enjoys. "Yes, dear
ummmm..." she said as I licked her pussy. From behind me someplace, I
felt Mathew climb on the bed. His legs straddling my head as his large
tumulus cock bobbed and weaved. The large mushroom head poised at the
entrance of Carol's pussy. I felt humiliated and some remorse to know
that I would never get the chance to have sex with my bride in her
wedding dress. For tomorrow she would pack it up and put it away. I
would be hung in a clear storage bag to consistently remind me that
Carol will choose her lovers and that I crossed the threshold of being
single into married life as a cuckold.
As I looked up all I could see was Mathew's large chestnut sized balls
and thick long cock. Just then I heard Clare ask, "Do you Mathew accept
the role as Kevin's proxy, to consummate his wedding. I do, he
responded. Do you Carol accept Kevin as your cuckold and for Mathew to
consummate the marriage. Oh yes..."
"You may now fuck the bride." She intoned. I watched helplessly as
Mathew slide his big cock into Carol.
Hearing the mewing sounds from Carol's lips as Mathew began to rock
back and forth, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her, all I
could do was watch in awe. His large cock stretching the walls of her
pussy as her lips encircled is large round veined shaft. As my tongue
reached up and licked her clit, I heard Carol respond positively and
incessantly that I continue to lick. Back and forth they rocked in
unison above me. Their copulation evident. As their love making
continued, I could tell that Mathew was getting close to cumming inside
of her. As he approached his orgasm, he moaned out loud that he was
cumming. Carol reached down and held her pussy lips tightly against his
cock as he began to cum.
As his orgasm dissipated, Carol held her pussy lips tightly closed
trapping all of his cum inside of her love canal. Climbing off the bed,
Clare got a better angle with the video camera. Asking Carol "Do you
Carol offer Kevin the fruits of your consummation"
"I do." she responded. "Do you Kevin accept Carol's gift of her
consummation with Mathew as a sign of obedience, love, and the sharing
of this special moment? If so, lick Carol's thumb as a sign of
acceptance." I paused knowing that her pussy would be filled to the
brim with Mathew's cum. Just then I heard Carol say "just a little lick
baby, just stick your tongue out and lick my thumb. Show me baby your
ready to be my cuckold." I started to cry a little as the humiliation
rushed over me. But hearing Carol's voice insisting that I continue I
stuck my tongue out and swirled it around her thumb.
I could hear Clare behind me say that this would be a perfect shot.
"Ready, cucky." Carol asked as she released her fingers from holding
her pussy lips together. The first drip of her lover's semen began to
appear at the entrance of her pussy, its thick, white, glob forming in
front of me. Unable to move my head to avoid it or close my mouth,
Mathew and Carol's consummation gift flowed right into my mouth. As the
first beads of cum entered my mouth, it sealed my fate and my status in
our marriage. As Claire said "perfect shot", Carol leaned back and sat
straight up. This put her pussy over my open wide mouth as I felt more
and more of her lover's sperm roll past my tongue. As I begin to clean
her up, I could hear her ask me how it tasted. She commented that it
they were saving this up for the last several weeks just to make sure
that I had plenty to eat. Smothering me with her beautiful round
bottom, her checks split and cupping each side of my face, I tended to
my duties and cleaned her pussy very well.
Rocking forward and asking me if I got it all, Carol asked if I was
ready for bed after such a long day. Handing my bridle nightgown, I
went into the bathroom and changed. Returning, I saw that Carol had
removed her wedding dress and had shut and locked the door. I prepared
for bed as Carol went into the bathroom. When she exited, I could see
that she was wearing a short white nightgown, but my eyes were drawn to
her life-like dildo swinging obscenely between her thighs as she
approached me.
Sweetie, since you have been such a good cuckold, it's time to reward
you for your diligence and acceptance of your place. I'm sorry that I
can't unlock your chastity belt, but I hope that my alternative
solution will do. You know that all wives get a nice hard cock on their
wedding night. So you too will share in that wonderful feeling. Handing
me a tube of KY jelly, Carol instructed me to get her ready for the
other half of our consummation. I took the tube from her and began to
apply the jelly to the long shaft.
Laying me back, she had me hold my legs up such as a wife would do. I
lifted them up and watched her position her cock at my anal entrance.
Feeling the head of her dildo begin to enter me, she took her time with
little mini strokes of her dildo. Slow in and out she would push and
pull it, with each thrust going deeper and deeper. As she settled the
entire length of the dildo inside of me, I was able to hold her and to
feel the nice warmness of her cheeks. That's it baby; pull me into you,
she said. Show me how much of a perfect wife you'll make, to love,
honor and obey me-she continued. In and out she pounded her dildo as I
relaxed more and more. I come to accept my position in her household
and looked so forward to seeking what it would be like living as a
wife. My mind wondered as fantasized about my shoes, uniforms,
curtseying and the marvelous dildos that would find a new home. I
imaged her in our bed with me secured underneath it in my sleeping bag
as she rocked back and forth on her lovers cock.
I thought to myself how I've finally found the woman of my dreams. My
Domme who's the Matriarch. The one who was looking for a wife just as
much as I was looking forward to becoming one. A woman who understands
the depths that a submissive will go to please her, even to sign away
the right to consummate the wedding to her lover-ensuring that I would
be a cuckold.