Stories by Wayne C. Rogers

BDSM Cuckold Story: Love Is More Then A Word, part 2

Anyway, I was so wrapped up in my sexual fantasy that I never heard Jennifer enter the house.

I don't know what made her open my bedroom door and neither does she. I think women have a certain instinct when it comes to men being up to no good. Little alarm bells go off in their head. Something definitely made her check in on me that day, and I literally got caught with my pants down.

When the door suddenly opened, I shouted in surprise and jumped off of the bed, trying to hide my obvious erection.

Jennifer stood in the doorway, looking at me in shock. The only thing I could think to say was that I was sorry and that I couldn't help myself. The Princess immediately told me to get the paddle and the leather cuffs. I knew it was going to be a bad beating and begged her not to do it. I promised never to masturbate again.

My words fell on death ears.

When she had me bound sufficiently and gagged so that the neighbors wouldn't hear my screams for mercy, Jennifer began to paddle my bare bottom in earnest, hitting me hard and fast. Each strike of the wooden paddle took my breath away. I was crying after the first ten minutes. It didn't matter that the pain was too intense. There was no stopping my Mistress once she got started. She paddled my bottom for nearly an hour, stopping only once to get a Diet Coke out of the refrigerator.

After the punishment came to an end, Lady Jennifer took me in her arms and told me not to cry...that it was over. She undid the leather cuffs and removed the ball gag from my mouth. She then made me get down on the floor to kiss her feet and to beg for her forgiveness. I had to kiss the hand she'd used to paddle me with and to thank her for taking the time to correct me of my wicked, wicked ways. She told me to spend the next couple of hours searching the Internet for male chastity devices and to mark the websites. My Mistress intended to check them out when she returned home later in the afternoon, and then to decide which one to order.

Unfortunately for me, the company that makes the CB-2000 and CB-3000 chastity devices for men is housed in Henderson, Nevada (on the other side of the valley) and has a store open seven days a week. We drove over there the next day and spent a $175.00 getting the right device—one that would hurt like hell trying to get off without the key to unlock it. You should have seen the smile of satisfaction on Jennifer's face when she locked the device over my penis later that night. It was clearly the sadist coming out in her. She now controlled my cock in a way that most women never think of. I couldn't be unfaithful, nor could I masturbate. It would be her decision from now on as to when I had an orgasm. My Mistress had me by the balls and loved it.

What I didn't find out until a few months later was that Jennifer (though pissed off when catching me in the act) thought the whole incident was hilarious and even told a number of her female friends about it. I heard her talking on the telephone one day to a girlfriend and laughing about the whole experience. For her, it had been the perfect excuse to put me in a permanent chastity device without having to explain her reasoning and to control my orgasms with an iron fist. I was just beginning to realize that this kind of power was like an aphrodisiac to her. It could be said that I was bringing out the best in this lady. I know that whenever her mother came over to visit, I was always referred to as the "houseboy" because I was usually on my hands and knees scrubbing the tile floor in the kitchen, or out in the laundry room washing the family's clothes. Even Jennifer's mother could see the amazing power that she held over me.

So far, the relationship between the three of us had worked out just fine. Everyone was happy, especially Jennifer and her daughter. That, of course, was the most important thing.

I hoped Carl wouldn't change that.

I'd seen a gleam of mischievousness in Lady Jennifer's eyes when she'd told me about Carl and the giant bulge in his jeans. I could tell that she wanted to have sex with him and it worried me. Unlike men, women usually equated great sex with love and after a few earth-shattering orgasms, wanted to spend the rest of their lives with the guy who helped to create them. Once Jennifer had a good taste of Carl and what was in his jeans, it was no telling what would happen.

The future would be up for grabs.

Stepping into Jennifer's master bedroom, I saw her sitting on the end of her king-size bed wearing sheer black pantyhose and a sexy black-laced bra, putting on a pair of black leather stiletto-heeled shoes. Vanessa was lying behind her in the middle of the bed, playing with the teddy bear that I'd bought for her. The bear's name was Charlie, and so far I'd written two children's stories about the Little Princess and Charlie the Teddy Bear. I'd hired an artist to illustrate both stories and a local printer to publish them in large-size, quality hard covers so that I could give them to Vanessa as Christmas gifts. They would soon fit nicely in the stack of books beside the couch.

Lady Jennifer looked over at me and smiled brightly.

"Did you do your three miles on the rowing machine this morning?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am," I said.

"You know I'll check, don't you?"

"Yes, I do," I said, walking over to her and getting down on my knees so that I could kiss her feet.

"Be sure to kiss both of them."

"I intend to."

I bend over and softly kissed the feet of my Mistress, acknowledging that I was her personal slave and that I loved and worshipped her.

"How much weight do you still have to lose?" she asked.

"Two or three pounds."

"Maybe I should reward you tonight after Carl leaves," she said, standing up and smiling suggestively down at me. She moved close to me and pressed her stomach to my face.

Smelling the scent of perfume on her body, I hugged her and then said, "I love you."

"I know."

"From what you've said about Carl, I don't think I'd be able to measure up to his him."

"You're right," she said, heading over to her walk-in closet. "I hadn't thought about that. I guess it would be kind of embarrassing for you, wouldn't it?"

"You sure know how to boost a man's ego."

Jennifer laughed as she entered the closet in search of something special to wear for tonight's date. A few minutes passed, then she came out wearing a black leather skirt that stopped about four inches above the knees. My Mistress was holding a black leather belt with a gold buckle in her left hand as she slipped her right arm into the long sleeve of a dark-gray silk blouse. When the blouse was finally on and buttoned down the front, she tucked the bottom half of it inside the waist of her skirt, and then zipped up the back. I loved the way the skirt hugged her hips and bottom. It was like a second skin on her, and it was sexy as hell. I watched as she placed the belt around her slim waist and fastened the gold buckle to it. On the front of the buckle were the letters L and J, standing for Lady Jennifer.

I got up and sat down on the bed. As Vanessa began to hit me in the back with the small teddy bear to get my attention, Jennifer walked over to me and turned around so that I could get the full affect of her attire.

"You look beautiful," I said.

"Thank you," she said, happy with the compliment. "Do you think Carl will like it?"

"That's what I'm afraid of."

Lady Jennifer laughed again, pleased that I was jealous of her new boyfriend. Turning around, she went over to the dresser bureau and began to comb her long hair. Vanessa got off the bed and ran over to the dresser bureau with the bear in her left hand. She motioned for her mother to pick her up. Jennifer did, sitting the Little Princess on top of the bureau.

"Maybe I'll just have you service me after Carl leaves," Jennifer said. "Would you like that?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She put down the hairbrush and picked up a tube of red lipstick. As she applied the lipstick to her full lips, Vanessa pointed to her own lips and gestured that she wanted her mother to put some of it on her. Jennifer bend down and put a little bit of the lipstick on her daughter's mouth, and then kissed her on the cheek.

Standing up, I walked over and picked up Vanessa in my arms and carried her into the living room as Lady Jennifer grabbed her black purse, turned off the lights, and followed us out of the bedroom.

"Ready to cook some popcorn and watch a movie?" I said to Vanessa.

"Shrek," she said.

"That's right."

We went into the kitchen, and I sat the Little Princess down on the counter next to the sink. I got a small plastic glass out the cabinet and put some ice into it. I then filled it halfway with some grape Kool-Aid and handed it to her. Vanessa sat Charlie down in the sink and took hold of the glass with both hands and began to drink greedily from it. You'd think that the child hadn't had anything to drink all day.

I turned on the right front burner on the stove and placed the aluminum container of Jippy Pop popcorn on top of it. While I was waiting for the container to heat up, Jennifer walked into the kitchen.

"Carl's late," she said.

I looked at the clock on the stove and saw that it was ten after eight. "Well," I said, "if he doesn't show up, you can always stay home and eat some popcorn and watch Shrek 2 with us."

"That would ruin your fantasy," she said. "You want Carl to show up as much as I do."

"I doubt that."

"Oh, I can read you like a book."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, buddy," she said, laughing. "You want to lay on your bed and listen to me moan out loud in the throes of passion as Carl gives me something very, very special tonight."

"Jesus," I said.

"Does that about cover it?"

"Uh—"

"Don't worry," she said. "Your fantasy will be fulfilled tonight, and so will mine."

"I'm getting hot just thinking about it."

"So am I," she said.

"You want some more Kool-Aid?" I asked Vanessa. "Or do you want to wait until the popcorn is cooked?"

"Wait," she said, handing me back the plastic glass.

I took the glass and sat it down in the sink next to Charlie. I grabbed the hand towel from off the draining rack and used it to take hold of the handle on the popcorn container. It was heating up. I could hear the kernels inside of it beginning to pop. I started shaking the container back and forth.

Jennifer was tickling her daughter and making strange farting sounds on her neck when the doorbell suddenly rang.

"He's here," I said.

Giving Vanessa a kiss on the cheek and me a very wet kiss on the lips, Lady Jennifer went to answer the front door. The aluminum foil that covered the top of the container had mushroomed up into a big metal balloon filled with hot popcorn. I turned the front burner off and moved the container to the back burner so that it could cool down before I opened it. I put a couple of more ice cubes into Vanessa's glass, and then poured her some more Kool-Aid.

"I want you to meet Carl," Jennifer's voice said behind me.

I turned around and saw a tall guy with blond hair who was in his mid-thirties, wearing tight designer jeans, cowboy boots, a long-sleeved white shirt, and a sports jacket. He had kind of a rugged out-doors look as if he went camping a lot. I tried not to look, but couldn't help myself. Damn, if he didn't have a huge bulge in the front of his jeans. I looked up at Jennifer and she winked at me.

"This is my daughter, Vanessa," she said to him.

"Hi, Vanessa," Carl said.

Vanessa gave him her little hand wave as she attempted to hold the plastic glass in the other.

"And this is Wayne, my roommate," Jennifer said.

"Hi," I said to Carl, holding out my right hand.

We shook hands like long-lost brothers.

I couldn't help but wonder how Jennifer was going to be able to handle something that BIG! She didn't seem worried about it. If anything, she was filled with avid anticipation, counting the minutes until she could finally spread her legs and accept his giant organ into her body. I bet she'd have an orgasm the moment he entered her.

"Well," my Mistress said, "we need to get going."

"Nice to meet you," Carl said.

"Same here," I said, thinking if only you knew.

I grabbed Vanessa and sat her down on the floor. Together, we followed the couple to the front door. Jennifer gave her daughter another hug and then walked out into the night. I locked the door behind them.

"Let's start the movie," I said to the Little Princess.

I got the DVD of Shrek 2 out of its plastic container and placed it in the tray of the player. I turned on the television, adjusted the volume, and hit the "play" button on the remote so that the tray would close. I sat Vanessa down on the couch and told her not spill any Kool-Aid.

She wiggled her nose at me like Nicole Kidman in Bewitched.

I returned to the kitchen and poured the popcorn into a large plastic bowel, topped it off with some salt, and took it into the living room. I sat the bowel on the couch beside my little companion so that she could reach into it and get something to eat. I took the remote and pushed the "play" icon on the TV screen to start the movie. I then went back into the kitchen and got Charlie and a cold Dr. Pepper, and hurried back into the living room to sit down on the couch.

The movie was already in progress!

We watched that and then part of The Shark Tale. By then it was after ten o'clock and Vanessa was fast asleep on the couch with Charlie resting comfortably in her lap. I picked the Little Princess up, along with her teddy bear, and carried both of them into her bedroom. I tucked them under the covers, turned off the lamp on the nightstand, and went back out into the living room, leaving the bedroom door halfway open and the nightlight on.

I quickly cleaned up the mess in the living room, not that there was much to do, and took the bowel and glass into the kitchen to wash. When that was done, I put the DVDs away and watched the last third of a movie on HBO about life after death, called What Dreams May Come. Robin Williams and Cuba Gooding, Jr. were in it, and the whole thing was designed to be a real tearjerker, especially at the end. Though I'd already seen the movie a dozen times over the last five years, I still wiped a couple of tears from my eyes before turning off the television. I switched off the lights in the living room, but left the foyer light on so that Jennifer and Carl wouldn't trip over each other when they returned.

I went into my room and lay down on top of the bedcovers, leaving the door partly open and the lights off, and waited anxiously for them to return, only to finally doze off as the hours passed slowly by. The hard shaking of my shoulder gradually awoke me from a deep and very troubled sleep.

I'd been dreaming.

Or maybe it was a nightmare that I was having.

In the dream, it was the beginning of summer, and I was standing near a lovely meadow that was surrounded by snow-capped mountains in the far distance. I felt lost and alone. I looked around, but couldn't see anything that seemed familiar to me. I didn't know what to do. For some strange reason it seemed as if an important part of me was missing. Then, I suddenly saw Jennifer standing on a hill not far from where I was. She was wearing a white spring dress with what appeared to be red roses on it. There were sandals on her feet and a white cotton shawl around her shoulders. I yelled her name, and she slowly turned around and looked down at me. I waved. She smiled for a moment, and then turned back around and walked away, disappearing over the crest of the hill. I shouted her name again. It didn't do any good. I started running faster than I'd ever run before, not wanting to lose the woman I loved. The faster I ran, however, the further away she appeared. The last thing I remember was saying the word no over and over again as tears flooded my eyes, and I realized that I'd just lost my heart and soul and the inner essence of who I was as a human being.

"Are you okay?" Jennifer asked as she shook my shoulder. "What's wrong, honey? I could hear you crying when I entered the house a minute ago. Are you okay? You couldn't seem to catch your breath, and you kept yelling the word no over and over again. Did you miss me that much?"

"You have no idea," I said, opening my eyes. I wiped the tears from them and tried to readjust to the reality I was now faced with. "I feel drained."

"Talk to me."

"What time is it?"

"Quarter to four," she said. "What happened?"

"It's nothing. Just a dream."

"A sad dream?"

"Yes."

"Why was it so sad, baby?"

"I...uh...lost somebody in it."

"Who was it?"

"Just somebody."

"Tell me."

"Maybe later."

"I'm starting to get the strange feeling that you have a girlfriend on the side," my Mistress said. "Are you cheating on me behind my back?"

"No way."

"It sure seems like it to me."

"I love you, Jennifer, and nobody else. You must know that by now. I've never loved anybody half as much as I love you."

"Then the dream had to be about me, didn't it?"

"I...uh...don't remember."

"I think you just don't want to tell me."

"Where's Carl?"

"You're trying to change the subject, buddy."

"No, I'm not."

"Let's go to my room," she said. "I want to get out of these clothes."

"Okay."

We got up and walked down the dimly lit hallway to Jennifer's bedroom. She turned on the light, and then headed over to the walk-in closet. I closed the bedroom door, moved over to the bed, sat down on the end of it, and waited for her to get undressed as I attempted to come down from the emotional turmoil of the crazy dream.

"Do you want me to tell you what happened tonight?" she asked, entering the enclosure."

"Absolutely."

"Then tell me about the dream."

"Not fair."

"Who said anything about being fair?"

"It was just a dream," I repeated.

"So tell me about it."

Jennifer came sauntering out of the closet, wearing only her black pantyhose and high-heels. She literally took my breath away. I could feel a hundred thousand years of evolution taking hold of me as my face became flushed with sexual desire and my penis started expanding in size with anticipation. My Mistress had deliberately not put the CB-2000 on me tonight. I was finally to be rewarded for the weight I'd lost during the past six months. It was hard not to stare at her with open lust as she approached me with her hips swaying seductively from side to side. My mouth went dry, and I found it difficult to swallow.

"Are you nervous?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Get down on your knees."

"Yes, ma'am."

I eased off the bed and got down on the carpeted floor, kneeling before my Goddess like a humble servant. I watched as Lady Jennifer moved closer to me, a smile of delight playing upon her red lips at the dazzling affect she was having on me. It was almost over-powering. I felt the submissive side of my personality coming out in full force. I wanted to prostrate myself before this stunning creature with my head bowed, yearning only to please her in whatever capacity she desired.

"Do you like what you see?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said. "I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever known."

"Compliments will get you everywhere tonight."

Lady Jennifer pressed the front of her body to my face, and then began to run the fingers of her right hand through my thick, black hair. Not being able to help myself, I placed my hands on the side of her legs and felt the sensuous texture of nylon against warm flesh. I could smell her intoxicating scent as well as the musk of recent sex. It was making me hard as a rock.

"I love you so much," I said.

She took a step back and looked down at me. The smile on her face widened in pleasure at the bulge in the front of my kaki shorts. "It's not as big as Carl's," she said in a teasing tone of voice, "but it's still nice to know that I'm appreciated."

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