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Working at the restaurant became so much harder after that. Not only did
I KNOW my wife was out fucking men while I was here, she was fucking the
owner of this restaurant.
A week later Mr. Stanton came to the restaurant and gave a tour of the
kitchen to his dinner guest, my wife - escorted by Ms. Benoit. They
stopped for a long time near the dish washing station. I couldn't help
but to notice how powerful Mr. Stanton looked, how much control he had
over both the beautiful women with him. Both my wife and Ms. Benoit
looked equally beautiful, Ms. Benoit in her powerful businesses outfit
and my wife in her sexy yet elegant dress. Mr. Stanton would
occasionally display his claim over my wife by placing his large hand
against the small of her back.
I was very self conscious of my stained uniform, vinyl smock, and paper
hat. I really wanted them to leave. As always I was sweating profusely
from the heat and steam coming off the dishwasher while I picked through
the half eaten food on the dirty plates, removing the bones, napkins,
and silverware before scrapping the garbage into the disposal. I was
being overwhelmed with raging jealousy and abject humiliation. I could
feel myself shaking as the mix of emotions took over, my mind racing
trying to come to terms with what I was experiencing, what I should do,
how to take control of the situation, trying not to cry. It took
everything I had to pick through the garbage and stack the dishes in the
tray while my wife was watching me. It seemed like they were there for
hours, but in reality they were only there for about 3 to 5 minutes
before my wife and her boyfriend left to enjoy the rest of their Friday
night.
Hector the busboy came over and started talking about the "boss's puta",
gyrating his hips describing how he'd ram his cock in her mouth and and
bust that ass. I didn't say anything as rage mixed with humiliation,
some lowly fucking illegal immigrant is calling my wife a slut and
describing how he was going to fuck her a minute after I watched my boss
and my wife on a date.
Later that night my wife came home and just had to tell me how hot that
was, how seeing me suffering like that for her made her so wet she swore
there were wet streaks to her knees. She couldn't resist telling me how
she couldn't stop herself from clawing at Mr. Stanton on the way here.
She just had to tell me it made her so fucking hot she ripped his
clothes off as soon as the door closed and they fucked in the entry way.
My wife asked me about my side of the story. When I told her everything,
how humiliated I was, how jealous I was, she just smiled. When I told
her about the vulgar remarks Hector made I could tell my wife's
interests were piqued. My wife asked me to gyrate my hips like hector
did while she laughed.
"Did you protect my honor there knight?" my wife asked.
"No ma'am. I was too humiliated."
"Well then, maybe someday Hector will get a chance to bust my ass if my
gallant knight isn't going to protect my honor." my wife said with a
twinkle in her eye and a wink.
A few weeks later was my birthday. I look forward to my annual gift. My
wife holds the remote to the the dog collar before me. The last thing I
see before my site is taken from me is the intensity dial set to 8. A
gentle push on my head is all it takes for me to take my place in the
center of my bed. I am quickly secured by the permanent chains attached
to my bed. The Tollboy is removed from my waist and a warm soapy washrag
is used to remove a weeks worth of sweat and precum. I can feel cold
electrodes on tender balls as the collar is secured. My breathing
becomes labored when she sits on my face, my nose squeezed into her sexy
ass. I gasp for air as my tongue does what it was trained to do: work
her pussy into a slow and powerful orgasm.
After my wife becomes wet she moves herself down to my waist and mounts
me. Oh my fucking God the feeling is intense! The feeling of her soft
weft vagina wrapped around "her little dicklet" drives me to insanity.
Her hips push down for a couple seconds and I try desperately to push
further into her. Oh my god I never want this to end!
Her hips gyrate slightly and I try desperately not to cum. She slowly
begins to pull herself up to begin her first thrust and I scream
"PLEASE!" She quickly pulls herself off of me and begins laughing
hysterically.
"Damn stud, you lasted 10 whole seconds this year." my wife says
mockingly.
Something frozen is thrown on her little dicklet and my wife resumes her
position on my face so I can bring her sexual satisfaction; there's no
way my wife is going to be left sexually frustrated.
After she's satisfied and her little dicklet is safely locked away my
wife unchains me and removes my hood. She lays down next to me in my
tiny bed and places her naked thigh over my waist and chastity belt. The
feeling of her silky thighs on my exposed skin feels like heaven; I
really wish I could feel her warm silky thighs on my groin, but I feel
nothing. She rubs my hairless chest as we begin pillow talk.
"I love the life you've given me Richie. I'm the luckiest woman in the
world. I've got a loving husband who will do anything I tell him to, and
macho studs to satisfy me sexually. "
The conversation drifts as pillow talk normally does. Loving and
intimate, it's one of the rare times I'm allowed to touch and kiss her.
Although I'm still incredibly aroused I'm also strangely satisfied.
Waves of desire occasionally flood my being as I struggle to keep myself
calm so this doesn't end abruptly.
"I think you deserve some sexy new lingerie, what do you think dear?"
"Can I please stop wearing women's clothes? I feel ridiculous wearing
this stuff."
"You should, you look ridiculous; that's why you'll continue dressing
like a $20 whore - so you'll look and feel ridiculous." she says,
twisting my nipple.
"Last Friday night I was dancing with a hot young soccer player from
Brazil when I thought of you washing dishes, your pretty girl things
under your uniform. Oh my god did I fucking cream my panties. I just had
buy Sergio a drink with your hard earned money after that. Does that
turn you on?" she asks rubbing the plate of my chastity belt.
"I'm always turned on Ma'am." I replied truthfully, making her laugh.
"Please ma'am, I'm not asking for an orgasm, but can I ask how come I
get so few orgasms now? I mean, I've been doing everything I can to try
and please you Ma'am."
"Well I guess I can tell you, there's not much you can do about it
anyways. A long time ago I found out you were much more compliant when
you're horny. At first I tried to set a schedule but I thought I was too
soft, so now it's all a role of the dice .The rules all very complicated
dear, you don't need to worry your pretty little head over them, just
know it should average out to one cummies every two months"
"But Ma'am, with all due respect, I haven't cum in over 4 months." I
said pleading.
"Well that's when I rolled the dice 7 days a week silly boy." she says,
softly toying with my nipple.
"I can't very well roll the dice on the days you're working at the
restaurant, you wouldn't have enough time to finish your chores..." her
finger rolling my nipple.
"Or when I have a date." pinching my nipple as a wicked grin washes over
her.
"Think about that for a second cuck." she says seductively as she softly
twists my nipple, "When you're out slaving away making money for my
dates or when I'm out with some stud on the weekday you don't even get
the chance for cummies.
Her hand slowly makes it's way to her little dicklet. The feeling of her
fingers brushing against my skin drives me insane with desire, until the
feeling suddenly disappears when her fingers reach the cruel steel plate
imprisoning her little dicklet, what was so long ago my manhood.
"When you're home all alone slaving away doing your chores while some
guy is getting his rocks off fucking your wife, you get to pay for that
with your cummies. Think about that when I come home and have you finish
me off with your tongue because some selfish macho stud busted a nut and
left me wanting, he also used up your chance for a ruined cummie. But
then again this isn't all about you now is it?"
"No ma'am."
Waves of emotion wash over me: anger, humiliation, jealousy, and
arousal. She allows my emotions to ferment for a bit before twisting my
nipple and seductively whispering in my ear, "I think it's time for the
second half of your birthday party, what do you think birthday bitch?"
"Yes Ma'am." I grudgingly reply.
"Well then, run down to the basement and prepare yourself." she says
waving me away.
"I'll be down in a while to mark your birthday appropriately. Oh, and
pour me a glass of Merlot and set it on the table in the basement; it is
a day of celebration isn't it?"
Women, have you ever wondered what to get your man for his birthday?
Do you hate spending hundreds of dollars on a gift he probably won't
even appreciate?
My wife doesn't have that problem. Every year she gives me what I desire
more than anything in the world. I look forward to it all year, and
remember the last gift fondly for the rest of the year. The best parts
for her, it doesn't cost a penny and it only takes her about 10 seconds.
Ask him what was written on the birthday card 2 days after his birthday
and he won't remember. Instead of a card, she gives me a birthday
spanking I'm sure to remember for the rest of the week.
The evening text messages got ever so much crueler. All of the
variations of "I won't be home tonight." not only fills me with
overwhelming dejection at the realization that my wife, who I love and
cherish with all my heart, is out with another man, but now she's added
new dimensions to the hate and jealousy. Now not only am I extremely
jealous that my wife is out with another man, and I'm left toiling on
chores after a long day at work while she's out enjoying the company of
another man; I'm now mad at another man because his evening with my wife
was paid for with not only my hard work washing dishes, but also with my
chance for a desperately needed ruined hand job.
While my wife is enjoying drinks at a bar with her date, I'm going
through my daily ritual of replacing my wedding ring with hers. While my
sexy beautiful wife is out with some macho stud, I'm home changing into
a ridiculous maids outfit. While my sexy beautiful wife is getting
fucked by some macho stud I'm hanging up the sexy clothes she decided
not to wear and tossed on the floor, cleaning the mess she's made in her
bathroom primping herself for her night with him, or changing the sheets
from the mess they made before I got home.
...
I think back to last week when I was told to kiss her shoes after
dinner. I became so incredibly excited as the Pavlovian responses kicked
in. Shortly after she has me sit on my bed and pulls the soft leather
site deprivation hood on and locks it, eliminating any chance of seeing
what used to be my manhood. I'm pushed back and securely locked to my
steel bed frame. The sound of the lock springing open, cool air on her
exposed dicklet, warm soapy water, the shock collar strapped to her
balls - fuck I can't take it!
Soft oily fingers wrapped around her dicklet, slowly, gently, stroking.
Fuck I desperately need to cum. Please.
God I don't know if she's going to let me cummies or if she's done with
me.
A short pause and a soft oily fingers slowly, gently, stroke. . Please I
beg. Fingers pull away.
Fingers slowly caress, slowly stroke. After a short time I feel myself
beginning to cum. Please I cry.
Fuck I couldn't take anymore. Please stop! I prayed she wasn't done.
Desperate fucking desire was overwhelming. Her soft delicate fingers
returned to her little dicklet, softly stroking. Fuck I couldn't take
anymore teasing! PLEASE I cried.
The torment went on for an hour and ended without cummies. After her
little dicklet was locked back up and I was released I was allowed to
serve as my wife's foot rest. She knows after an extended teasing
session I'm pretty much worthless for the rest of the night. Sometimes
she'll just have me work off my desires doing some mindless tedious
chore like cleaning the grout in the kitchen.
...
I think to myself I should go change into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt
and take control of my marriage, and not only realize I don't own any
jeans or t-shirts but also what my wife made perfectly clear; we will
never go back to a vanilla marriage. I hang up another skirt when I hear
my wife's car in the driveway.
I rush down to the door to greet her, desperately praying that she's
alone. Thankfully I see she's alone when I reach the door and quickly
drop to my knees before her. She grabs my collar and pulls me up before
I'm able to kiss her shoes. She places her hands around my waist. I
follow her lead and I place mine around the back of her neck. I'm
quickly overwhelmed with love, lust, and desire as she stares into my
eyes. I can smell him. Her head slowly moves towards mine. I close my
eyes as her sexy lips softly touch mine. Soft gentle seductive kisses
make me desperate for more. Her silky tongue makes its way past my red
lips and the taste of cum begins to fill my mouth. After her tongue has
invaded my mouth I'm left with nothing but the taste of cum, filling my
soul with a mix of emotion, jealousy, humiliation, and desperate desire.
She slowly and seductively pulls away and stares into my soul for what
seems an eternity, the wicked smile of a Cheshire cat. I think back to
the time she told me she would never give me a blowjob. I am breathless
as I stare back at the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I think back
to when she told me I was not a man, I was not a woman, but a thing as I
look at my lipstick stain on her lips.
"You may greet me properly."
She doesn't let go of my waist so I'm forced to pull away from her. I
drop to my knees and passionately but gently and respectively place my
lips on the leather of her sexy boots and continue the passionate kiss
she started. After a couple of seconds she walks away leaving me feeling
abandoned. After I hang up her jacket she grabs my leash and leads me to
my room closing the door - putting me away. I am limited to two choices
when she locks me in before bedtime: I can stand at attention at the
foot of the bed or I can sit on a wooden stool placed at the foot of the
bed. She had a locksmith fix the door so it can only be opened from the
outside. So I sit on my stool until it gets uncomfortable, then I stand
until that gets uncomfortable.
She has so many ways to put me away: locking me in a cage in the
basement, putting me in a closet, of course there's my perch. A snap of
her finger and a wave of her hand is enough to put me away in the
corner. There's a post in the garage in the middle of where the mops and
brooms hang that fits the humiliator gag. She need simply toss a lock on
my ever present wrist cuffs and push my face into the post until she
hears a click, where I will have no choice but to remain until she has a
use for me.
I can't help but to think, my mind drifting uncontrollably. I think
about how I can feel my testosterone leave my body as I slide my satin
panties on, how effeminate I feel as the g-string slide between my
crack. I can almost feel the estrogen flood my body as I slide the silk
stockings up my shaved legs. I'm a man, emasculated I buckle the thin
ankle straps of my stiletto pumps around my nylon encased ankle. I feel
like a woman as I raise my arms to allow the satin baby doll to slide
down my shaved chest.
I can't help but feel submissive when I'm dressed like this. I can't
help but to want to be violated when I'm dressed like this, my wife all
to willing to fulfill this desire. I feel so hot and sexy when my wife
bends me over whatever piece of furniture is near. The short dress or
skirt provides no protection from her eyes, her hands, or her many
strapons. It's easy for my wife to either slide my panties to the side
or forcefully pull them down. I think how embarrassed I feel moaning
uncontrollably like a little girl as she penetrates me, violates me. I
think about how completely emasculated I feel as she roughly slams her
cock into my ass; her arms pulling my hips, driving her cock deeper into
me. I feel helpless as she reaches up and grabs a fist full of hair and
pulls and twists my head. My moans timed to the sound of her pelvis
slapping my ass. My legs shake as I try to maintain some sort of balance
on my precarious heels.
A sudden emptiness and a violent slap on my ass signifies she's done
with me. I want nothing more then to rest for a moment. A strong hand
pulls me back by my hair and I have no choice but to struggle to follow
my hair. I'm guided to my knees, her hard rubber cock inches before me.
I see and smell the disgusting mixture of lube and my anal goo for a
second before she grabs both sides of my head and pulls me toward her. I
open my mouth and accept her filthy cock. Disgust mixes with humiliation
as the foul taste fills my mouth.
I can't believe how desperate I am to have her take me now, to slam be
over this dresser and violate me. God I want her so fucking bad!
After some period of time the door opens and she walks away. I have no
idea why she felt the need to put me away, and I will never know. The
only thing I do know is that I need to finish cleaning her room and get
on with my chores.
...To be continued
Tamera
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