SLUT WIFE STORIES

Understandably I did not get much sleep that night and when my wife's lover released me next morning I was stiff and sore. He left after I made him his breakfast - standing at the cooker naked except for a pair of my wife's dirty stockings did little for my ego - and I quickly showered and dressed in my new baby pink maid's outfit. I made myself busy with housework hoping to please my wife. Perhaps she would take pity on me while her lover was out and let me have the orgasm I so desperately needed.

I took her a cup of tea at ten o'clock and she told me to run her bath. I was thrilled when she ordered me to bathe her. I gently soaped and rinsed every inch of her gorgeous body while she told me how much she was enjoying our situation. She was full of praise for John her lover and took every oportunity to compare me with him - not favourably I can tell you. She found him far superior in physique, in stamina, and in technique.I was hurt by her comments but could not help being excited by them too. How pathetic does a man have to be to be excited by his own wife's infatuation with another man?

After drying my wife and helping her dress in a gorgeous black leather dress, stockings and black knee length leather boots with vicious looking heels I was just about ready to pass out. I ached for her. I longed for her. I could stand it no longer.

Sensing my distress she allowed me to leave the room while she applied her makeup. I was sent outside into our back garden where I was to wait for her in the garden shed. It seemed ages before I finally heard the sound of her stilettoes on the garden path. As she entered and closed the door behind her I caught the smell of leather from her dress mixed with her perfume. It was intoxicating. I was told to stand under the roof truss while she hancuffed my hands over it. Then, opening a plastic bag she had brought with her she brought out a pair of her lover's worn underpants. Stuffing them into my mouth she followed them with a pair of her own before securing them in place with duct tape.

'There you go husband. Enjoy the taste of your wife and her lover. I'm going to beat you now. It's not a punishment. I am doing it simply because I feel like it.'

In her dainty hands the cane she selected from a bunch in the corner did not land as heavily as it had done when her lover used it previously but coming, as it did, on top of my previous hidings, it was agony!

'I want you to understand slave. You will be punished severely for any dissobedience to me or my lover. You will be punished severely for any work that does not meet our exacting standards.' That reference to 'our' really hurt. They were clearly a team now. My wife and her lover. It used to be me and her. Now it was him and her. That was far more painful to bear than any beating she could have given me.

'And, finally, you will be severely punished for no reason other than my amusement. Get that through your thick head. It's your position in life now and its permanent.'

With a final flurry of whacks which left me gasping and crying for breath, she threw down the cane and left.

Later that morning she returned to release me and I followed her like a beaten dog, into the house. Once in the dining room I was told to remove my uniform, leaving on the stockings and cruel boots and climb onto the dining table. My mind raced as I wondered what she had in store for me now. I hoped desperately that it involved my being allowed to cum for the first time in months!

The table was made of heavy oak with six sturdy legs and I found myself on hands and knees as she secured my wrists to the far two legs.I was left enough play to be able to put my hands on top of the table to take my weight, but no more. Next my ankles were pulled apart and secured to the opposite end legs. Finally my knees were pulled forward as far as they would go and leather straps run from them to the middle legs of the table. I was effectively immobilised in a doggy position.

'Ok now do you have anything to say before I gag you slave?'

Desperate to encourage her mercy and perhaps ingraciate myself with her I blurted, 'Please maam, just that I love you.'

'Of course you do you silly little sissy slave.' She laughed as she produced a red ball gag and spat on it several times befor shoving it into my mouth and securing its leather straps around my head.

'Now my little slave husband. I have decided to amuse myself for a while by releasing you from your chastity cage and playing with your useless little excuse for a cock. I hope you don't mind.'

Mind ? She must be joking !

'I am warning you ,however, that does not give you permission to cum. Teasing you and witnessing your desperation to cum are for my enjoyment. If you came that would be for your enjoyment and , as I'm sure you must be aware by now, your enjoyment is of no interest to me and therefore of no importance. If you are stupid enough to have an accident I guarantee that you will regret it more than you would believe possible. Do you understand me shithead?'

'Yes maam. Thank you maam.'

She was playing with me. After a while she would relent and allow me to cum I was certain she would. She had denied me for so long. She could not expect me to go on any longer. I just had to play my cards right, go along with her, show lots of respect, maybe do a little begging, then finally oh shit finally.......

As she produced the key and unlocked my poor neglected manhood I was shaking with uncontrolled lust. Pulling the cage off she exclaimed,' Oh dear. Your little thing has missed me hasn't it?' My cock , free at last, inflated as hard and fast as an emergency life raft and stood out quivering with pent up lust.

'I think we'd better give that time to calm down hadn't we slave? I think I'll go have a coffee while you get yourself under control.'

As she walked away I watched her tight little leather covered ass sway and drooled at the sight of her long black boots as they clicked across the wooden floor. I wanted to scream, 'No come back. I need you to touch me now!' But, fortunately, I was able to hold it in.

I tried thinking of things to take my mind off sex but it was useless and when my wife eventually returned I was harder than ever.

'Oh dear, we're going to have to be very carefull aren't we slave. If you were to have an accident I don't like to think what I might do to you in a fit of anger. And imagine what John would do !'

As she spoke she produced a pair of thin latex gloves and pulled them onto her dainty hands. Then another larger pair were pulled over those. These were longer and slid up to her elbows.' Can't be too carefull can we ? The last thing I want is to have that little thing touching my skin. Now, let's see how much fun I can have here.'

Moving around to the side she began to lightly brush the underside of my near bursting cock. I was in heaven. The sensation was beyond description. I think I must have cried out with pleasure as she quickly removed her hand. ' I think it's a good thing I gagged you slave or we might have had the neighbours at the door. Now try to relax honey. This is going to go on for a long time and there's nothing you can do about it so calm yourself down.'I tried. I really did. But after so long in confinement, so long without any sensation whatsoever, the slightest touch of her latex covered hand on my straining cock sent my brain into overload. I wanted desperately to cum but, at the same time, I wanted this sensation to go on forever.

I don't know how many times she started caressing me and then stopped. Nor do I have any idea how she managed to guage my state of arousal so accurately that she could stop and pause everytime just as an orgasm of immence, earth shattering proportions seemed inevitable. But she did.

I screamed and begged her through my gag. At first I didn't know if I was begging her to stop in case I came or to continue so that I could. Eventually though I didn't care about the consequences. I had to cum no matter what. If it cost me my very life I had to cum !

Finally she took a break to have some lunch. I was left in my embarrassing position on the table, the sweat running off me in rivers. My aching muscles spasming uncontrolably as I gasped for breath and cried for mercy.

Mercy, however, seemed not to be a word my gorgeous wife was familiar with as she returned from her leisurely lunch to begin my torment once more. On it went. On and on. Time no longer had meaning to me as I felt myself constantly on the verge of passing out. The only things that existed in my shrunken world of pure sensation were my darling wife's fingers on my cock and her occassional words of encouragement or disgrace. One minute I was her darling slave and she was so proud of me for suffering for her. The next minute I was a pathetic excuse for a man. Allowing my wife to torture and tease me to such extremes.

I hung onto each word, savoured it, carressed it in my mind as I longed to carress her body in my hands. She was the focal point of my universe. No. She was the only thing in my universe and I screamed her name in desperate longing !

It was getting dark outside and I noticed she had switched on the lights as her slaps to my face brought me round. I must have finally passed out. She was loosening my hands and telling me to sit up. Had I cum ? ! I hoped not. I wanted to be concious to experience that mind blowing moment. I knew I had not when I looked down at my still rock hard cock as she pulled my wrists behind me and fastened them to my ankles. I was tired and aching all over. And thirsty, so thirsty !

'Well, that was fun wasn't it babe ? Now look at the mess you've made.' As well as pools of sweat there was a large puddle right in front of me in the centre of the table. I thought for a moment that I must have cum after all, till my wife noticed me looking and said, ' It's ok slave, that's just pre-cum, and quite a lot for a little thing like yours too, isn't it ? Don't worry though, you didn't disgrace yourself. Although I thought a few times you were going to. But you're a good boy for your mistress aren't you ?' She carressed my cheek with her latex enshrouded hand and I tried to decide whether I was pleased or dissappointed. I still hadn't cum. After all that. I hadn't cum.

' Now you stay right there till your master gets home. If you're a good boy I think he might have a little gift for you.'

A gift ? I needed a drink. I needed sleep. Shit , I needed to cum ! Something told me the gift, whatever it was , would not help me with any of those things.

It seemed a long time before I heard the front door open and my wife's lover walked in. He looked at me and laughed. My wife came skipping out of the lounge and threw herself into his arms. They kissed passionately as I watched from my kneeling position on top of the table, naked, my ankles tied to the top of the table legs and my wrists tied to my ankles. As if that was not embarrassing enough, I was leaking drool from around my ball gag and more drool from my straining desperate cock, around which my wife had tied a little pink ribbon.

I watched them walk off into the kitchen as he gave her the package he had brought with him. A few minutes later they came back, each carrying a glass of wine. Then the snogging began again as they stood right in front of me. Slowly my wife undressed her lover carressing every part as it was revealed. Eventually she broke away and tapped the table, 'Up you get darling. I want to show my slave what he's missing.' I wondered what she had in mind as she guided him to kneel right in front of me on the table, his cock hard and twitching, seemingly in sympathy with my own. 'This is what you can't have slave.' She smiled as she took his impressive erection in her bare and dainty hand, slowly beginning to stroke it up and down. I think we both let out a groan at the same time but while his was one of pleasure mine was one of desperate frustration.

'No gloves needed for my darling John because I love his big cock. Now watch.' My eyes were on stalks as she bent to take this other man's cock into her warm inviting mouth. He groaned again and closed his eyes as her head bobbed slowly up and down.

I couldn't stand it ! I wanted to look away or close my eyes but I could not. I was mesmerised as her movements speeded up and she began wanking him with her hand at the same time as she sucked and slurped, twirling her tongue around the tip of his manhood. Only once had she ever taken me into her mouth.After much persuading from me she had done it for a few seconds and it had been very clear that she hated it. She had always refused to do it again, resulting in a number of arguments before I finally gave up the idea. Now here was my conservative little wife sucking cock like a porn star !

Nobody could have stood that treatment for long and, sure enough John was soon thrusting his hips and tangling his fingers in her hair, no doubt preparing to shoot a heavy load of his thick cream down my wife's slender throat. My mistress wife had other ideas though and, just as he let go his load she pulled her head away. His spunk shot up and out, landing first across my chest then onto my stomache before concentrating its attack on my own bursting manhood. On and on it went and I watched as my entire pubic area was coated in seed from my wife's lover.

Laughing as she drained the last drops she spoke to me,' There you go slave. You wanted to see your little thing dribbling cum didn't you ?' I was struck speechless by her cruelty and hung my head in shame and defeat.

After a visit to the kitchen for refils of wine while her lover dressed, my wife produced the mystery package brought by John. 'Ok lets get you back in position first then we can open your present.' I was quickly secured back in the doggy position I had earlier occupied then, tearing open the parcel my wife showed me its contents. It was a shiny stainless steel chastity belt.'Well, what do you think ? It's much more secure than your old one and more comfortable for long term use I think.,' she observed. 'Now keep still so I can try it on,' she advised as she pulled her latex gloves back on.

'John darling I think we need some ice.' After a few minutes of her holding a bag of ice to my swollen balls I had lost my long suffering erection but the lust and longing that had created it remained. Some minutes of fumbling later my wife stepped back to admire her handywork,'There we go, all done.'

I looked underneath along my underside to see my whole groin encased in bright unyielding steel. She was right, it looked completely secure and it was quite comfortable until my erection began to return. There was absolutely no room at all for my cock to expand beyond a completely soft state. It was painfull and my grimace was noticed by my wife.

'Yes slave you will have to learn to control yourself. A slave should be too busy thinking about his misstresses needs to have time to get his little thing all hard anyway. It's very insulting to a lady to have lowly scum like you lusting after her. You must learn some respect my little husband and, until you do don't expect your little thing to see much daylight,' she laughed.

'And,' she continued, looking over at her lover,'I think you owe John a big thank you for getting it made for you.' I looked up at my wife's lover as her came over to stand beside her, slipping his arm around her narrow waist. 'Thank you sir,' I said. Anything to get this over with.

'In fact,' she went on,'Why don't we give the keys to John to look after ?' Oh no, I thought, as I watched a huge grin spread across his features. 'That way you will know that there is no way I can release you even if I wanted to. You know how soft I am.' No, not really, I thought. Not lately that was for sure. 'I might give in during a moment of weakness, but I don't think John will. Will you baby?' He just laughed as he took the keys and shoved them casually into a pocket of his jeans. Casually ! Laughing ! He didn't understand. I was beyond desperation. I would do anything for the relief of an orgasm. I could wait no longer. My life depended on it and he thought it was a joke !

'This is an important step for you my slave husband,' she said, taking my chin in her latex covered hand and turning my incredulous face away from him so that she could look deeply into my eyes. ' Now you can stop trying to please me in the hope that I will let you out of your cage and start trying to please me because you love me and worship me as your mistress. I'm sure you will work very hard to please your master now too, won't you slave ? Since he is your only hope of release.'

Closing my eyes and dropping my head in utter despair I began to sob until my wife lifted my chin once more.'Don't cry it's not all bad news silly. In fact John and I have agreed that you will spend exactly one year locked up, after which I will allow you release. Then you will be locked up for a further three years.' I couldn't believe this ! 'After your three year release, if all is going well, you may be locked away for good, but there will be time to discuss that later.' Discuss, what was to discuss. I didn't want this. No way. This was too much. What was she saying?

'Of course we will have to add time to your sentence for unsatisfactory behaviour, so it will be in your own interest to make sure you work very hard to please us both.' I couldn't take this all in. My whole life had just been turned upside down. It was supposed to be a game, just a game! A year? Twelve months. That meant I had about eight months to go ! Another twice what I had already endured! No way !

As if she had read my thoghts my wife finished her shattering speach with still worse news,' So next Christmas will be very special for you slave.' Next Christmas? That was twelve months not eight. 'Yes I know you've already done a little bit of time in chastity,' a little bit?! 'But that was just a trial run. We won't count that.' I was beyond despair now. ' Making no promises but, if you are really good we might be able to let you out a couple of days early. Maybe on Christmas day. Now that would be nice wouldn't it sweetheart?'

'Ok lets move on. I don't think he can take much more today,' my wife advised her lover. 'Why don't you get that bag of ice back out of the fridge and hold it against his little balls.'

'Remember this baby?' She asked me, holding up a curved plastic wand we had purchased from a specialist site. It was a prostrate massager. It was designed to be inserted into the ass and rubbed against the prostrate gland until it stimulated the slow release of semen. The idea was to keep everything healthy and working whilst denying the satisfying release of orgasm.

We had tried it a couple of times in the past with good results the second time, although our main aim had been for us both to get a kick out of her treating me in such a humiliating way.

Spreading lubricant onto the wand she went behind me and I felt it being shoved inside my ass. As she slowly began to massage my prostate and her lover held the cold ice to my scrotum, I hung my head in shame. It had been fun before but now to have her do it in front of him, her lover, it was unbearable and I closed my eyes as tears of shame and frustration rolled down my cheeks. I felt less than worthless, less than a man. How had I sunk so low. It was meant to be a temporary game, a bit of fun. Now here I was, an object of amusement, a convenience, a joke the two of them could share at there leisure. And now I had let it go so far there could be no going back. How could my wife ever feel the same way about me. How could I ever look her in the eye again?

'We'll do this every three or four months just to keep everything in working order slave. I don't want to destroy your ability to cum, I just want to enjoy denying you the oportunity,' she laughed.

Eventually I started to get a feeling of needing to pee and I knew it was happening.I was releasing the pent up spunk of so many frustrated months but the desperate need to cum remained undiminished.

'I think its started,' John told her and she used her free hand to adjust the position of a small saucer she had placed directly under my groin.

Opening my eyes I could see long strands of semen hanging from a small drainage hole in the chastity belt. The hole was to allow me to piss and now I was pissing away my presious life fluid. Dribbling it away, unlike her lover who had launched his in proud extasy wrapped in her skilled carress.

That said everything about my new position in this three way relationship.My feelings, my needs, were no longer of any consern to her. Worse, she was happy to use them to hurt and humiliate me. Then I remembered that she had fitted my new device without cleaning her lover's fluids from my groin. No doubt some of the thick white cream accumulating on the saucer was his as gravity pulled it from where it had landed. The virile domineering sperm of my wife's alpha male mixed with my worthless slave slime. Shit, I was even starting to think like a sissy wimp slave!

When she was happy that there was no more of my offering to her superiority my wife removed the probe and picking up the saucer placed it on the table under my face.

'Now slave, although I don't think you got any pleasure from that I am still not happy that you should be able to expel your sperm as if you were a real man. Therefore I have decided that any slime you expel during these milkings you will immediately reingest. That way it stays in your system. And to make up for any you might loose by dribbling between milkings, I will collect some of John's for you now and again. It will probably be mixed with my saliva but I'm sure you won't mind that will you slave?'

I couldn't believe it. I was sure I had sunk as low as I could ger but now she wanted more. Would she never run out of ideas to humiliate me? I looked at the saucer and its contents and felt sick in stomache and in heart.

'You will obey me slave. However long it takes. You will stay there until you do.'

I just wanted it to be over. I needed a drink of water and some sleep. So I did it. I licked up the slimey, still warm goo and tried not to think about what I was doing.

'There. I told you,' my wife squeeled. 'I told you he would do it.'

'What a fucking looser,' her lover laughed,' I don't believe it. You fucking piece of shit. You deserve everything you get you fucking sad bastard.'

Shushing him, my wife patted me on the head. 'That's my good boy. My good little husband.'

Then bending down she whispered in my ear, ' I love you babe and I never want this to end. Suffer for me sweetheart. Show me how much you love me. '

So, cleaning the saucer with my tongue, I did.

Loosened from my prone position on the table I was allowed to take a shower and get a much needed drink of water. On my wife's instructions I slept on the floor in the spare bedroom.

Next morning I rose and found a note in the kitchen. They had gone out shopping and I was to dress in my pink uniform and clean house.

My wife returned home with her lover that evening and dropping the shopping in the hallway they went into the lounge. I was instructed to bring them wine and then had to kneel at my wife's feet, remove her long leather boots and massage her aching feet. As they watched tv and chatted about their day I knelt feeling like a spare part kissing and sucking my wife's stocking clad feet. It seemed so long since I had been able to touch her and the smell of her hot feet laced with her perfume and the leather of her boots was intoxicating.

When they needed more wine I brought it and was instucted by my wife to put on a dvd they had brought home. I was then allowed the honour of taking my wife's boots into the kitchen to clean them with my tongue before polishing them in the authordox way.

Such close contact with her sexy footware had brought my cruelly encased cock to bursting point when she called me back to the lounge. 'Come and watch a movie with us slave.'

Kneeling at the side of the couch where they sat I watched what turned out to be a porn flick as my wife taunted me. 'Look at her, stunning isn't she. Just think slave, you will never get to touch a woman like that guy is touching her. You'll never do any of the things you see on this movie for the rest of your life. Can you remember what it feels like to slide your little cock inside a woman like that? Well hold onto that because memories are all you'll ever have now.'

Soon my mistress and her lover were kissing deeply, their tongues exploring each other's mouths as their hands fondled and carressed. We were all equally turned on by the movie but, unlike them, I could do nothing about it. My own desperate lust was due as much to my wife's cruel teasing as it was to the movie and I wondered how much of her own growing excitement was due to her treatment of me.

As she sank to her knees and unzipped John's fly I heard her suggesting to him, 'Why don't we make our own movie babe? Of you and me doing it every way we can think of. Then we can give it to our slave as a gift. Something for him to watch when we are out.'

'Sounds like fun,' he responded as she took him into her warm and welcoming mouth.

'No time like the present. Go and get the camera slave.'

Returning with the camera having searched for and finally found a blank disc I turned it on and began filming as my wife got into her stride worshipping her lover's cock. My hands shook and my heart pounded as I watched them wondering how much of the shaking would be obvious on the film and how annoyed my wife might be if it was too bad.

'Give it here,' my wife demanded as she paused in her ministrations. Handing it over I watched in horror as she turned it on me. 'Ok anyone who gets to watch this. Here is my slave husband. Doesn't he look pretty in his cute little pink outfit. Curtsy for the camera slave.' Red faced with embarrassment and with dread at the thought that she might show this footage to anyone else I did as she said.' You could at least smile while you do it. And lift your skirt so we can see your chastity belt. That's better. There you go viewers. That's why I need a lover. My husband is now my sissy slave. We don't have a name for him, just slave. A name would give him an identity and he doesn't deserve that. He's just a slave, a sissy little slave who lives to serve his cruel demanding mistress. Isn't that right slave?'

'Yes maam,' I mumbled, remembering to smile.

Then giving me back the camera she went back to her lover's still rock hard cock.'Mmmmm, this is nice. I love sucking my lover's big cock. I never did this for my husband because he was never man enough to deserve it. Get in closer with that camera slave. I want you to capture all the dtails.' I did as she asked as she went to town on him. She used one hand to stroke him while the other massaged his heavy balls and her tongue burrowed into the hole in the end of his cock.

The shot as he came would have done any proffessional porn producer proud. Her cheeks bulged as her head bobbed and his cock jerked. Then as he relaxed the spunk started to leak from her lips and slide down his softening organ. Using her fingers she scooped up the escaping sperm to stuff it into her hungry mouth. I could not believe I was watching my wife. There is no way the woman I knew would behave like this, no way! But then I guess she was not the woman I knew, not any more.

Shoving her onto the floor and ripping off her knickers, John proceeded to give her pussy a solid going over with his tongue until she came gasping and crying out his name.

Then came a short rest period for them. I was told to hand the camera to John and sent for more wine. On my return I was made to stand once more in front of the camera and say how much I loved my wife and admired her lover. Then I had to describe how proud I was to serve them as their slave and how it was an honour to give up my own sex life completely in order to better meet their needs.

Then my wife took the camera and laid on her back on the floor. John positioned himself above her and I was told to take his once more hardening cock and place it at the entrance to her pussy. I then had to massage it to its full proud state of erection whilst telling the camera that I acknowledged John's ownership of my wife's pussy and that I had no claim to it or to her.

Finally, he sank himself into her and I could withdraw my hand to take back the camera from my wife. I filmed them in utter facination as they rutted passioately right there in my lounge in front of the tv which still played the now forgotten porn movie.

After a while they changed to a doggy position and I filmed this disgusting pig of a man, this man my wife had chosen to replace me in her bed and, I thought, probably in her heart, as he grinned into the camera and forced his weapon into my wife's delicate ass. She went wild screaming at him to fuck her ass, to take her, to pound her deeper and deeper until eventually he told me to reach under them and I shakily filmed my own hand as it worked her clit till she exploded swearing her love for him.

How he held out I will never know, but he did and, when she had calmed her turned her over to once more slide into her welcoming womanhood.

The difference this time was obvious. This was no longer a desperate shag of unbridled lust. This was slow, sensitive, tender even. This was my wife and another man making love. They kissed deeply, stroking each other's bodies. The kissing becoming steadily more urgent. He held her face in his hands and kissed her eyes, her nose, her lips. She wrapped her arms and legs around him.' I love you my darling,' she told him.' I'm yours forever. Every second without you inside me is wasted. I never felt like this before. I love you. I love your big cock. I want it in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. I want your cum in me. I need it baby. I need it so much.' I wondered how much of this was for my benefit and how much was real. If it was faked then she deserved an Oscar !

'Oh, I'm gonna cum baby! I'm fucking gonna cum!' I heard him groan.

'Yes baby, cum in me. I want your spunk!'

Then turning his face from her passionate kisses he looked at me and smiled. 'I'm gonna cum in your wife. I fucking gonna fill her with my sunk and she fucking loves it, ohhh fuckkkkkkkk.'

'Yes John, yes. Fill me up. I can feel it. I can feel your cum shooting inside me. Oh John I love you, I fucking love you!'

They lay in each other's arms panting as I switched off the camera and stood to leave.

Although this was my wife, my house, I felt at that moment like an intruder. I should not be witnessing such an intimate moment between two people. I needed to get out, to think. This was too much. Leaving the room quietly I went to the bathroom and locked myself in.

Sitting on the floor I held my head in my hands and cried.

I ignored the first knock on the bathroom door. The second was louder and I heard my wife say, 'You'd better open this door right now !' After opening it I sat back on the floor. 'Is there a problem slave ?' she asked. 'Well , I'm waiting.'

I felt like a spoiled child. I didn't know where to start. ' Do you remember asking, no, begging me to play this game ?' she asked as she sat on the side of the bath. She had her clothes back on and I heard the swish of nylon as she crossed her legs, one cute pink fluffy slipper dangling from her foot.

'Yes, ' I answered quietly.

'And do you remember asking me over and over, emphasising that you wanted no holds barred. You wanted me to be a complete bitch to you. To act as if you were nothing but an amusement to me, a convenience, a slave. Well do you remember?' I nodded my head, it was true. 'And do you recal insisting that I should ride rough-shod over your feelings. That I must not give in no matter what. That I should ignore any misgivings on your part. You wanted ideally for me to fall head over heels for another guy and give him all the love and affection I was denying you. That's right isn't it? The big turn on for you was that you could not stop it, that you had no control, that I was calling all the shots, right?'

I nodded again.

'You were so keen for it to be totally realistic. To be way beyond anything we had done before. Also you wanted it to look like I was really enjoying it. Not just going through the motions to satisfy you. Or did I get the wrong idea completely?'

'No, that's what I said but...'

'But what? Have I not done everything you asked me to? Have I not been convincing enough ? Have I not gone far enough? Tell me. I just don't understand what you want of me.'

'I know I asked for those things. And yes you have done an excellent job. It's just that I didn't expect you to really go this far. Or for it to go on for so long.'

Oh right,' she answered, her anger rising. 'So you want all those things but at the same time you want to decide how far it goes and when it ends. So how is that supposed to work ?'

She had a point. Now I felt stupid as well as miserable. 'It's just that I miss you so much,' I answered, playing for sympathy, ' I need to hold you, to be back in your bed, to hear you say you love me.'

' Darling,' she said, ' I do love you. I love you so much I spent hours planning this game. I love you so much I have cast aside all my own inhibitions and given it everything I have. I have done my absolute best to make it everything you asked me to make it and more. If I hadn't done such a good job you would probably be complaining right now that I was too soft on you or did not make it go on long enough, wouldn't you?'

Yes she was right again. That's exactly what I would have done, what I had always done before.

'Now look sweetheart. If I let you cum right now all the tension and sexual excitement would be gone. I know you. You would want the game stopped and everything back to normal. Then, in a couple of weeks you would be asking me to play again. What's more you would be begging for all those same things again. Only it wouldn't work because you would know that ultimately you were still in control. You could never have that feeling of giving yourself over to me completely because you would always know that I would give in if you pushed hard enough. Then the arguements would start again, you accusing me of not trying and me accusing you of making it impossible for me to give you what you want.'

Everything my wife said was true. She knew me better than I knew myself.

'If you really want this to be over then ok, it's over. But bear in mind two things. Firstly, the orgasm you are so desperate for is going to be a bit of an anti-climax, if you'll pardon the pun, because it won't be you cumming as my slave. The game will be over. Secondly, we will never play this game again. We can't. It would always be less than you or I wanted it to be. Always pretend. Always second best. Always a poor charade. Do you understand?'

I did understand. I wanted desperately to cum. I had waited so long and endured so much. The last thing I wanted was to have an 'ordinary orgasm ' . I wanted to cum as my wife's cuckold, sissy slave. I needed the game to go on until I got that orgasm. Then I knew I would be ready to go back to normal. Even then though, as she pointed out, I would soon want to play again and, if she had stopped and allowed things to go back to normal then we started playing again I would know, I would always know, that it wasn't real. That she was pretending. That it would end soon. How could I get the incredible, ultimate thrill of facing a life of chastity and devotion to my gorgeous wife if I always knew, at the end of the day, it was fake?

'I told you you had to be sure. I gave you a chance to back out. I warned you it was permanent. Well to prove once and for all how much I love you I am giving you another chance. It can stop now. We can go back to normal. At least we can try. We have both learned things about each other over the last few days. I suppose there is no telling for sure what effect that knowledge may have if we try to 'go straight' so to speak. But we can give it a try. If that's what you want. Ok ?'

The thought of the game ending was a bit of a shock. I was sure that's what I wanted when I came into the bathroom in tears but now......

To never play again. To never have those gut churning feelings of jealousy, frustration, longing, humiliation. Could I now live without them?

'The alternative my pet, is that we carry on. But if we do that then this must never happen again. You must accept anything I do or say. You must never dare to complain. You must do what you know you have wanted so much to do for so long now. You must give yourself, body and soul, to me. To do with as I please. You must understand that I will hurt and humiliate you as much as I possibly can. I will tease you and drive you insane with desire and lust for me only to deny you for my own amusement. Above all you must accept that it is permanent, forever. We will never go back to a normal relationship. It's up to you. Decide now my love. What is it you really want for yourself, for me, for us both?'

I couldn't face going back to mundane normality. If I was not in such a desperately deprived state I might have thought more carefully. As it was I had no hesitation. I crawled to my wife, now my mistress and begged her to take me as her slave.

'Very well, but remember. I will not be doing this again. Do not ever test my patience slave. If you ever try anything like this again I will leave you, is that clear?'

Wow, nothing like getting right back in there and re-establishing the rules right?

'Now you may kiss my slippers respectfully.' As I did so she slipped them off and added, 'You can keep those for now. You might want to use them as a pillow. I don't want you leaving this bathroom untill you bring your master and I breakfast in the morning.'

Kneeling beside me she took my chin in one hand as she licked the tears from my face. 'I do so love hurting you my pet. We are just beginning. There is so much more to come. Soon you will learn to accept tears as part of your everyday life. But please, don't stop producing them. It's how I know I am getting through to you. Open your mouth.' I did as my mistress asked and she spit inside it before rising to leave.

'Please maam, I love you,' I said as I raised her slippers to my face and kissed them devotedly.

' I know slave and, by the way, if you speak to me without permission again I will ask John to flog you. Goodnight sweetheart.'