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The 40th birthday party - Chapter Three This is a continuation of The Birthday Party and it would be best to read Chapters One and Two as this is not a free standing story. Jane's Return The following week, Jane could hardly contain her excitement when I collected her from work and she only just managed to hold herself back until we were in her apartment before flinging herself around me and hugging me. Interestingly I noticed she still did not kiss me. The room was warmer than usual and she explained that this was because she had a "special" outfit for me. She asked if she could keep it a surprise until I was completely dressed by putting the corset, stockings and make up on before putting either the gaff or panties on. Naturally I agreed to this, however she did say that once dressed as described, she would blindfold me and dress me with only my touch to guess the outfit. No problem, thought I, and this was an excellent decision. The corset was a red leather one that I'd only worn once before when dressed as little red riding hood, so once the make-up was on and set (she had covered the mirror and did this herself), she gently placed the (red) wig on my head, then tied a silk scarf over my entire head. "Lift your left leg, sweetie," she gently instructed. Naturally I guessed that these were thigh high boots by the feeling of them coming up my legs, however I was not prepared for the heels - later discovered to be 7" with a 2" platform - and struggled to stand, therefore she sat me down on a stool. My boner would have been plain to see, however she ignored it completely as she connected the boots to the corset. She then asked for my arms behind my back and put them into a bondage device that effectively bound my hands together, with the palms facing each other and the end of it connected with a ring, which this time would be connected to the bottom of the corset and the boots, making movement incredibly difficult. She then put a very thick collar on me which I later discovered was a 2" wide posture collar, ensuring my head would not be able to look down. This was important in her plan. Next I felt her kissing my nipples, then rubbing some cream into and around them, ensuring that they became engorged, allowing something to be attached to my nipples, but fortunately not in a painful way. This time though there was a light chain attached to each screw-on nipple clamp and these were attached to the collar (once more I discovered this later in the mirror). A ring was put onto my extremely hard penis and this was pulled up, but it was only later that I discovered the chain attached to the corset from this ring also. I was supported on the heels and led to where I knew the mirror was, then my ears had the heaviest clip on earrings attached to them that I'd ever worn. They reached down past the posture collar and caressed the bare skin on my shoulders, then with one hand on my buttocks, Jane removed the silk blindfold and I looked in awe at the slut in front of me. From head to toe I was dressed in red. The boots were leather - as I'd suspected - however I was pleased she had not tightened the nipple clamps too much as I felt my nipples growing more, beginning to hurt a little at the sexy sight in front of me. Not only that, my boner had grown to what I thought was an impossible size and was constricted by the ring. Turning me to an angle of about 45 degrees to the mirror - presumably so we could both get a decent eyeful of the action - Jane simply knelt and took my cock into her mouth, pushing the ring back when it got in her way, even if it did cause me some temporary pain. After all there was nothing I could do. My ankles were also linked with a chain that meant movement without support would be very difficult, however as she sucked and licked me to my first orgasm of the night, my nipples became more swollen and I felt the pain of the clamps as I erupted into her mouth. At the point of eruption, she pushed her finger into my bum hole and this seemed to increase the intensity of my ejaculation. Whether it was that or the way I was dressed, who knows, all I knew was that it felt wonderful. Jane took me back to the stool, then pushed me forward until my head was on the table. She then connected my ring (at the bottom of my hand/arm restraint) to something and tightened it, ensuring that I could only partially raise my head off the table. Jane disappeared behind me and I was a bit concerned that my bum was going to get more of the same treatment, which did not appeal, even allowing for how intensive it has made my orgasm moments before. She reappeared with some food in the table and began spooning some pasta with a tangy sauce into my mouth. This was awkward as swallowing was difficult due to the angle of my body, however with Jane doing all the work, I seemed to satisfy her desire to feed me. Mind you it was one of those "one for you and one for me" events, with Jane enjoying the food as much as I. The dessert was yoghurt and fruit, although she preferred to use her finger to feed me, rather than the spoon. Needless to say, her finger missed my mouth and spread the yoghurt over the area surrounding my glossy lips which required a lengthy tongue session before she was satisfied that I'd got it all. Next her yoghurt covered finger found its way to my bum hole and as I clenched to prevent entry, she simply whispered "please" in my ear, so naturally I relaxed and began to enjoy her ministrations. Not long after the fruit and yoghurt were finished, Jane was feasting on another dessert as her mouth brought me to my second orgasm of the night and there must have been more than one of her fingers inside me at the time I ejaculated. She then removed the stool, leaving me in a very precarious position atop 7" heeled, high platform boots with my hands connected to the ceiling preventing me from getting upright. She then came round the front of me and lifted her very dull grey pleated skirt over the top of my head - although still over her very plain cotton underskirt - and asked if I would like to suck her off. "Of course I would Jane, but wouldn't that be mentally difficult for you to let me?" "Possibly, but probably not as difficult as you would find it Queen." She replied enigmatically. Thinking I might get her to change her mind, I reached out to see if I could tongue her through her slip, only to be rewarded with a hard slap on my left buttock and she removed herself from my front. "That was a bit unfair Jane, I was only trying to provide you with some relief." There was no reply, simply a tightening of the rope pulling me downwards even more and my hands further up. This had the effect of pulling me further onto my heels, therefore I stood as still as I could and did not speak. Eventually (probably only a minute or two, but it felt longer), the tightness was released and I felt my bonds completely relaxed. Straightening up - which was a difficult and painful act, especially as the corset bent into my waist again - I began to massage my bum with the edge of my own hands, then felt Jane loosen my bonds and I eventually brought my hands to the front to rub some circulation back into them and my shoulders. Jane then left me to get disrobed and redressed in my male clothes and not a word was spoken as I left her that evening. Perhaps NOT surprisingly, when my wife demanded attention that night and insisted I wait for her before ejaculation, she was delighted that she had three orgasms before I came and fell asleep on top of me with my member still inside but softening slowly. 40th Birthday arrives About a month before my fortieth birthday, Samantha asked if I would like to go away for the weekend of my birthday. Given her increased sexual activity, as well as her lovely kinkiness, this seemed like a perfect way to celebrate, so I replied with something along the lines of. "Well as it is supposed to be life begins at 40, why not spend it away from the house. Is it just you and I or were you planning on inviting others?" "If I do invite others, there will not be many, as I want to ensure this is a birthday you will REALLY remember..." She smiled. Then winked. I grabbed her in my arms and kissed her, upon which we ended up in the bedroom for a quick session that she seemed to orgasm too quickly over, but this let me off the hook and in only a few minutes we both appeared satisfied, but physically drained. Pure animal lust. The weekend of my birthday, she asked if I minded being blindfolded in the back of the car as she wants the trip to be a surprise, but promised that I will be released from the blindfold not long after we arrive at the destination. Of course I agreed to this, and I could feel a distinct swelling in my loins as she put the blindfold on. Once it was on, she whispered in my ear... "Now to stop you cheating, give me your hands behind you." Eager as ever, I did so and found my fingers and hands thoroughly trussed in a soft, silky feel material, then pushed gently onto my side with a cover put over me, in order that I am not "embarrassed if we stop at traffic lights." We drive for ages, with my mind going wild about the possibilities. She has really got into this for the past year, so all sorts of wonderful scenarios popped into my head. Eventually we come to a stop, the engine is switched off and I hear Jane's heels on gravel, so naturally think it must be an exclusive hotel, the blindfold will come off soon. But no, I am guided to an upright position, then out of the car and after about fifteen steps on gravel, through an open door, across a carpeted floor and into a lift. Surprisingly,the lift descends, then she leads me along a corridor, then down eleven steps, a few further steps and then through another doorway, which closes solidly behind us. A soft leather cuff is attached to each wrist and the ribbon is released, but before I get the chance to stretch my arms, they are hauled upwards and I twist to ensure that they are easily above me, rather than behind me. I am stretched to tip toe, then I feel my belt being loosened. My clothes are all removed and my erection is absolutely raging, even if I can feel my toes on a cold floor. "Just feel this soft shower sweetie." Samantha whispers in my ear and I do feel the pleasant warm water running over my body and she soaps me up, rinses me off and pats me dry, then seems to massage me all over, using some form of cream, really concentrating on my legs, bum, around my genitals, surrounding my nipples (incredibly erotic in itself), finishing with my armpits, shoulder blades and neck. The next thing I feel is something gently scraping along my legs, starting at the top of my feet and working its way up, getting close to my genitals and bum hole but not actually in it. Continuing upwards around my nipples and my armpits I realise that this is probably some form of hair removal experience and say. "Is this necessary Samantha?" "Indeed it is Queen, but we have a little more work to get you totally smooth, so just hang in there for now..." Queen? Did she really call me Queen? Has Jane been blabbing to her? Next thing I feel is my hands being lowered slightly but this is only to allow Samantha to force my legs apart and a leg spreader being attached, then I feel a razor blade being used on my balls and around my anus to a very strict level. Needless to say I stay very still and quiet as my erection descends. "Much better, now you will really enjoy this more." I hear her say. The next several minutes are spent with a sweet, flowery smelling cream being massaged all over my body, it is given time to absorb before I feel a soft, satiny type garment being wrapped around me, followed by a corset, which Jane begins to tighten and then explain. "I have read that men who want to be dominated also enjoy wearing these feminine clothes, so thought I'd find out for myself if you are a transvestite. Don't worry if you are sweetie, I still love you and appreciate you giving so much effort to holding back for me these past several months. Going by your erection, it would appear that you do enjoy this, which is just as well as I have some gorgeous clothes for you tonight." The corset was tightened to an uncomfortable, but not painful level, then Jane removed the spreader and asked me to lift my left foot - which I did - and I felt the incredible experience of stockings being slid up freshly smoothed legs, a soft slipper being put on "to protect the sole of your stocking" and then find four suspenders on the corset being attached to the stocking. Although expecting this on the right leg, the feeling is still overly stimulating as Jane rolls the other stocking up and connects it to the four suspenders on that side. "There, those will not come off easily tonight now, will they?" asks Samantha seductively. "Do you want me to answer?" I ask hoarsely, my voice barely above a whisper with the incredible sensuality of the situation. "Not really, however I do want you to feel your stockings are really secure tonight, which is why there are eight clips on this gorgeous corset. I'm almost jealous of you wearing it sweetie - but you deserve it. Mind you, we'll never get these lovely knickers on you with that tent pole sticking out." Her mouth surrounds my penis almost straight to the bottom of the shaft and I feel her rubbing some cream on my anus, then her finger goes inside, followed by another, then another, whilst her other hand alternately digs her sharp nails into my buttocks, the side of my hips and the area just above my groin, giving me such sweet, painful pleasure that I last about thirty seconds before shooting everything left in my body into her mouth. At least that is how it feels. As I soften, I feel her fingers working away inside my anus and it is not the most pleasant feeling in the world. Asking her what she is doing, she simply says. "Preparing you." "Eh?" is my intelligent reply. I feel her fingers coming out of my bum hole and the gap is very quickly replaced. "What's that? "It's a butt plug sweetie, just enjoy the effect it has on you." She whispers in my ear, then I feel a gentle buzzing in my rear end as this is clearly a special butt plug. Not too happy where this is going, I resolve to keep quiet for now as she has obviously put so much into this arrangement and - apart from the butt plug - this is looking like being the experience of a lifetime. Next I feel the shock of ice on my balls as Samantha says. "We don't want to spoil the outline in your panties tonight sweetie." Although never having worn one before I suddenly find I am encased in some form of chastity device and I feel it being drawn between my legs and attached to the laces of the corset. "This is getting a bit weird Samantha." "Oh I don't think so Queen. This is going exactly as you have said you want it to." "When?" "All of your life I suspect, but more so over the past few months. Just hang on a few more minutes and you will see." Next I feel the soft, satin fabric of French Knickers being drawn up my legs and all I can think is 'I hope they match my corset'. Then there are two breast forms pushed inside the corset and with a bit of pushing I feel that the cleavage is probably as good - or better - than when I've done it myself. Following Samantha's instructions, I raise my feet and feel a dress being pulled up my legs and attached round my neck in a halter style, with the clip at the back - although it did sound like a VERY solid click. Then there is the rustling of petticoats being drawn up my legs, and a bit of fluffing is going on as I realise this is a very short dress. Finally, I have very high heel ankle boots replace the slippers that are protecting my stockings and this time there is no mistaking the click of a padlock at each ankle. "Your arms and hands are going to be very stiff, so I'm going to bring them down slowly then massage some life back into them." "Thanks." I reply, for no real reason. Samantha is true to her word, however before realising that she has finished massaging me, I find my arms are being laced into the type of arm, elbow, wrist and hand restraint that Jane used on that wonderful experience, although this can not be connected to the corset as my skirt and petticoat gets in the way. It does allow me to feel that the skirt/dress is made of a satin type material - which I love - then I hear Jane saying... "Now I know that you will enjoy this next item, as it will restrict your head so much that we will be able to get your face looking perfect. Lean your head back slightly." Without thinking I do so and find a posture collar being put round my neck, with yet another click indicating that this is not coming off easily either. This one is not a simple two inch collar though, as I feel the pressure on my chin and the side of my head, ensuring my face is looking slightly upwards. There seems to be no room for movement up, down or indeed side to side. "The beauty of that device is that it makes sure you cannot look down when I take your blindfold off. This is important as I don't want you looking at yourself until you are ready. But be prepared as the light is going to be bright so I'll give you time to settle before starting on your face." As the blindfold came off, it was incredibly bright and true to her word, Samantha took time to allow me to adjust before moisturising and toning my face then spending ages doing it up. False eyelashes, white and black mascara, black eye liner, but everything else seemed pink - at least what I could see as she was careful to avoid me seeing too much. Next came a couple of dangly earrings, followed by a simple pendant that I could feel resting in my cleavage, then a 'big' wig. At least it felt big. "This wig is being fixed with theatrical glue as it has a tendency to come off with the extra weight, but I think you will love the effect it has. Now let's see how you look." She stood back and went into shadow and it was only then that I realised that I could not see the rest of the room. Next thing a series of overhead lights came on, all shining at my body and there reflected in front of me was the wet dream of most college age boys. From the back combed, platinum blonde wig, the overly garish make-up with huge eyes and lips, down past the highlighted cleavage, beautiful - but slutty - short, pink dress, which could pass for a French Maid's one if it had an apron, although the scarlet petticoats made it stick out so much that there is little chance of any work being done with it, this outfit screamed here is a girl ready for sex. Then the six inch patent leather ankle boots ensured that she was not going to run off, but I have to say my legs looked absolutely gorgeous and I felt myself bending my knees to one side just to make sure they really were mine. If I had not been in the chastity device, I would have come there and then. Samantha appeared beside me, dressed exactly the same as me, including the enormous wig and I felt her hand caressing the inside of my leg just above my stocking tops. "Do you like? "Indeed I do, honey, thank you for this wonderful birthday present. How did you know?" "Let me show you..." She led me over to a high stool, suggesting I take care when sitting down to avoid too much pain from the butt plug. Once sat down, she connected my arm restraint to something behind me, bent down and clicked the ankle boots onto the stool, then finally connected the posture collar to three places. Two at the front, but a bit off to each side and the last at the back. I was effectively immobile - and loving it. "Watch this," she said. A screen lit in front of me and what appeared to be an advert ran, introduced by Jane. "This is Queen "Sally" who would like to share her journey with all of you boys and provide you with what you really want. She always wears a corset and stands 6' 1" in her stocking feet, but naturally wears heels so might tower over you, but loves to get on her knees, so will be very accommodating in whatever pose you want. She is into bondage, has excellent 'O' and 'A' levels and loves to hold a cock in each hand whilst being spit roasted. Perhaps her own words are best here..." As Jane's image faded out, I began to feel sick. Then my image came into the screen, but it was me the guy. There was no attempt at hiding the fact that I was a guy, I just sat down at the camera and began to do my make-up. Badly. In fact, I now realise it was VERY badly. The editing was fabulous with my voice suggesting what I was looking for. Every now and then, you would see someone help me with the make-up, but never their face and it was always followed by a girly 'thank you' or something equally feminine and my skill increased and I began kissing myself in the mirror (which is clearly where the camera had been hidden). Then, a different camera cut and the words that came out must have been those spoken to Jane's Mum. "Although I didn't sleep with my boyfriend, we were really serious and I was hoping that we could." I remember apologising to Jane's Mum as Jane had said how conservative she was, but instead she had encouraged me to continue, giving me some examples of her exploits, so my heart sank as I knew what was coming. "Oh yes," I gushed... "The idea of having a big juicy knob in both ends is wonderful and I can't wait to try that." There was more and the advert finished with an email address and mobile number, advising that preference will be given to those who respond with pictures first. As the image disappeared, I really wanted to throw up, then Samantha was in front of me. "So, 'a big juicy knob in both ends' is it Queen Sally? Well, if that is what you want, that is what you will get for your birthday. "NOOOO," I almost screamed. "No need to be so loud sweetie, this room is sound proofed and no-one will hear you anyway, but it does hurt my ears. "But I don't want any of that. It's all trickery." "I know that of course, however it is my way of getting back at you for all of your infidelity over the past fifteen years." "Fifteen years?" "Yup, you thought I just knew about Annabelle, well I have known since your Sales manager's wife back when you started being unfaithful. So have a think about this..." She paused for effect, then continued. "You can have that video posted on a couple of well known transvestite contact sites, or you can change your ways to my way of thinking." "Anything Samantha. I couldn't go through with that advert, it would destroy me." "And what about what you have put me through the past fifteen years. How destructive do you think that has been?" "Sorry, but you know I've been faithful the past year." "Apart from Jane giving you blow jobs of course." "But Jane did it to set me up. "With my blessing, but don't tell me you have been faithful when you haven't." The silence was oppressive. "What do you want me to do?" "Wear female underwear at all times, checked whenever I want each day, changing from your work wear to completely female when you come home and for the entire weekend, keeping your entire body free from hair below your eyebrows. Oh and a plastic chastity device when you go overseas." The consequences of all this were immense... I looked at Samantha and she was smiling. Not cruelly, just satisfied, almost with relief. "Is that it?" "Not quite, but I need you to agree to that first." "What choice do I have?" "The video on the websites we discussed." Another long pause, then "Yes" "Excuse me?" "I said yes." "Yes to what Queen Sally?" "To what you have asked me to do." "Oh no, you are not getting away with that. I want you to explicitly state what you are going to do in penance for all the hurt, tears and sleepless nights you caused me. Let me hear it... Now!" "From now on I want to make sure you trust me Samantha, therefore I will always wear female underwear to work, as we both know I would not expose myself to ridicule if so attired. In addition, I want to show my abject apology by dressing as feminine as possible around you and our house when not in work. Why don't I help you with the household chores as well?" The latter was thrown in, in desperation." "Why thank you Queen, it will be nice to have a Queen doing my washing up." More silence. "What else do you want me to do?" "Satisfy Jane orally." "Excuse me?" "Satisfy Jane orally." "Why would you want me to do that?" "Because she has been so sexually frustrated over the past year that she needs you to give her the relief - and not just the once by the way, as often as she needs it." "Are you serious?" "You would not believe how serious I am with this." "OK." "OK to what". "Any time that Jane wants oral relief I will provide it, as long as this is what YOU really want me to do." "Once more, your dick leads you into trouble. Jane, can you come in now." After about ten seconds, the door opens and in walks Jane, except it doesn't look like Jane. The mousey girl has gone and in her place is a vision from the 1950s. Well, perhaps vision is too strong, as she will never be beautiful, however her red patent 5" heels, shapely calves, big bright yellow skirt held out by shoe matching red crinolines that reaches to her calves, topped off by a beautifully low cut frilly matching yellow blouse and a shoe matching red 3" wide belt all display a much more interesting style. Whist I would not want her on my arm for a normal night out dressed like this, she had also taken time to make sure her hair was perfect - it might just be the wig I wore to meet her "mother" - and her face was flawless, beautifully made up, with a glowing smile. Even her cleavage looked inviting. "Do you still think he'll back out Samantha?" "I think he'll try." "Let's use the horse then." As Jane walked, her crinolines swishes sexily and her hips swayed gloriously. It was a pity that I could not see more of her, as the posture collar prevented me from following her clicking heels. From behind me, Jane wheeled out a contraption and stopped it in front of me. Although I could not see it, I did not have a good feeling. Samantha began... "Although you have agreed to these rules, I WILL add others as I see fit, and you best be very good otherwise your potential clients on the websites will be very upset." If it could have, my head would have slumped. Instead I just barely nodded. Jane and Samantha bent down on each side of me and I felt my legs being moved and connected to something. Next the arm restraint and posture collar back connection were slackened off and I felt myself being forced forward. As I went down to the horizontal, then slightly below horizontal level, I picked up a little of what I was being lain on and I suppose a horse was a good word for it. I felt a strap being tightened round my corseted waist and realised that my legs were wide apart and my butt was very vulnerable. The posture collar was clicked into something and I felt the angle being adjusted. Then my arms were being raised. This was not going to be a comfortable situation. I jumped as a hand began caressing my leg above the stocking top, then felt a body lean on top of mine, slightly off to the side to avoid my arm restraint, but then nibbling my ear. It was a really odd experience to have all that hair moved out of the way to be able to reach my ear, but then Jane's heels clicked into view and she said. "Are you ready Queen Sally?" "Yes" She lifted her skirt and crinolines and deposited them over my head, reaching down my back where it was bare at the halter and caressing it with the soft petticoats, at least in the parts between that arm restraint. All I could see were crimson red colours everywhere and Jane kept moving her petticoats around me, rubbing my back with them as Samantha continued to rub my legs, both above and over the stockings and occasionally straying to my panty covered bottom. Then just as Jane is getting close enough to eat Samantha says. "You better not back out now Queenie, if you don't provide the oral relief to the level that you would expect, not only will the video be posted, but your buttocks will be flayed raw." I couldn't help tense my buttocks and at that point Jane finally lifted her petticoats close enough for me to see... Her prick! A jutting, proud member of around only three or four inches, but still it was a prick. "Open wide Queen," said Samantha. I did and almost gagged as Jane's prick slipped inside and came straight away. "Don't you dare spit. If I see a single drop you will get ten lashes of the cane." I swallowed, gagging as I did, but I swallowed. It was awful, but I tried to tell myself this was better than being on those websites with the video. It was over in a few seconds, but it seemed much longer, but her prick did not leave my mouth. It began to soften, but then Jane said - in a very hoarse whisper. "Thank you Queen and sorry it was so quick, but I have been saving it up for you. Next time it will be slower. Put your tongue to work now." And I'm ashamed to say that I did. Trying to think of what I wanted to happen to me meant that I almost detached myself from the process, but every now and then she would push too hard and I would gag a bit, then she'd pull back, slow down and I'd have to build it up again. It does seem strange in hindsight that I gagged on her small penis, but it was definitely gagging at that point. It seemed to me that if I got her to come again quickly, this would be over soon. Then I felt the butt plug buzzing increasing and Samantha's hands spread further over my lower back and upper legs. Jane's prick never tasted good, but it began to get bearable. I was rarely gagging now and I could feel her getting close again, so I stepped up my concentration and almost missed the butt plug being removed. Then there was pain in my anus... There was a much larger plug being put into my hole and I was being stretched beyond reasonable. My wife's head then appeared under Jane's petticoats and she looked at me before saying tenderly. "I love you with all my heart and still find it difficult to believe that you have hurt me so many times over the years, therefore I really hope this will be the worst thing that I ever do to you, but you better not stop providing Jane with her pleasure whilst you are receiving a little pain." Then she kissed my cheek and was gone. Next thing I felt the pain lessen as I realised there was a real life prick in my arse, as the head had passed my sphincter and it was sliding slowly into me. Then there were two hands holding my upper thighs that were clearly not Jane's or my wife's as they felt less smooth, as well as much larger. These hands gripped my thighs as high as possible, just below the bottom of my corset and they began holding me tightly as he pulled out slowly and began to push in slowly again. Fortunately he had not pulled out past the bulbous end, therefore there was not the painful stretching that had happened when he had entered me. Jane spoke. "Now I know this is what you wanted Queen, but don't concentrate on the pleasure in your bum at the expense of my pleasure, unless you want to feel the cane." Needless to say I concentrated on sucking her small cock into my mouth and found that it was quite easy to get some of it down my throat, given that it was not a large one, but it did not stay in my throat long as I realised I was now being fucked by an unknown guy, therefore I could not control how long Jane's cock stayed in the throat and I found that I was struggling to keep her in my mouth. She clearly realised the challenge that was facing me and began to hold onto my wig (thankfully the glue held) and we were both being rocked by the power of the man behind me. At some point I realised that I was being used as a cum dump and almost began crying, but found that by concentrating on the technique of giving Jane real satisfaction, by remembering everything that I enjoyed and trying it on her, I managed to control my emotions. At no time did I find the anal pleasurable, although it had long since stopped being painful. The pace of my anal fucking really speeded up and I knew that I was about to have a load deposited in my anus for the first time in my life. Jane's hands gripped my wig harder as she was clearly excited by the scenario and I felt, rather than heard, the grunt from behind as he stopped with his member deeply inside me and let go his load and pumped several times into me. I realised that I was gripping his member with my bum muscles, so forced myself to relax, just as Jane erupted her load in my mouth. Fortunately this time, her load was very small and I had little trouble in swallowing it all, in fact I was so concerned about the terms that my wife had lain out, as well as the video that I had just seen, that I took time and care to ensure that Jane's penis was well cleaned and she could not possibly complain about the oral treatment she had just received. As Jane began to ease herself away from me and the petticoats and skirt fell back, I tried to look round to see who was behind me, but the posture collar did it's job and I felt the man ease out of me, then there was a soft towel being used to wipe around and slightly inside my hole. After a few seconds of this, some cream was used to sooth my flaming hole, then another butt plug was put in. This was significantly larger than the first one, but as I had just been stretched by a real penis then it seemed pointless to complain. Samantha appeared at my front and held her hand up to my lips. "Were you aware that you ejaculated without having a hard on sweetie?" The look on my face must have told her that I had not realised that, so she continued. "In my hand is everything that I could catch as you came, whilst it may not be a cream pie, this is one of the additional rules that I was talking about. Any time that you ejaculate, you - or someone who is being kind to you - will have to ensure that your come is swallowed completely. So go on, start licking and be aware that Jane is behind you with the cane." A light tap of the cane on my buttocks gave me all the encouragement needed and I put my tongue into my wife's hand and started lapping up my own come. Once again, it was not pleasant, but did not make me choke, or feel sick and I thought, perhaps this is not going to be as bad as it might appear. Slowly, my heart beat came back to normal and then a blindfold was put on me. At some point the chains connecting to the posture collar must have been removed, although I don't know when, then I was helped to my feet, partially because of the sheer exhaustion that was running through me, but also because I could not stand on the 7" heels with my hands bound behind my back and my limbs were very stiff. Moving not very far, I found the arm binder being removed, then soft ribbons being attached to each wrist. Next I was pushed back onto a bed and helped to move upwards until my feet were on the edge of the bed. At this point my arms were stretched out to each side and fixed tightly, but not uncomfortably, with the ribbon. Next a strap was put over my waist and again fixed tightly, but not painfully. The same was done at my thighs and my ankles were stretched to the side, ensuring a slightly uncomfortable position. Feeling movement on the left side of the bed, I felt legs raised over me and then lowering onto my face. With relief, I felt my wife's very wet pussy settling gently on my face, hence I began doing what I knew she liked and used my tongue and lips to ensure she was bucking on top of me within a few short minutes. She had clearly been turned on by the whole affair, hence she stayed on me for a second orgasm, which again did not take long to happen. At some point she must have left the bed as I woke with the pleasure of the butt plug vibrating against the insides of my anus. And it was pleasurable! Amazing that I would admit it, but being fucked by whoever did it to me was certainly nowhere near as pleasurable as this gentle buzzing inside of me. This happened several times, therefore I was not sure how long I slept for, nor how long I was lain on the bed in this position. The next day was my actual birthday and I had a mix of trepidation and anticipation as I woke up, thoughts running through my head about where this was going, then I heard a door open...