Mel, the Once and Future Slut Ch. 02

As usual Dan was up at 5 and I could hear him creeping around, trying to be quiet so as not to disturb me, but I was just pretending to be asleep and I'd been awake for nearly an hour already. I couldn't believe how nervous I was, to the point of feeling nauseous, but it was excitement and sexual tension too.

I tried to go back to sleep but it was no good. My hands kept drifting to my cunt and nipples and I ended up nearly cumming but decided to keep my horniness levels up and stopped.

I got up at 7, made tea and sat wondering what to wear. We were going to be in a public place, so I couldn't be too overtly slutty, but I'd decided that yesterday's pointed look had been with reference to my bra. Obviously with fake tits I don't really need one, but a lot of clothes aren't fully opaque, plus I've got pretty obvious nipples - very obvious if I'm even a tiny bit aroused - so I almost always wear a bra, unless we're away somewhere and I want to look really trashy. So, no bra, no knickers. Eventually I picked out a little two-piece number patterned with little pink and white flowers. It had a top with puffy short sleeves, a wide elastic waist and press-stud fasteners down the front and a low square cut neckline, and the skirt was also elastic at the waist and came to just above my knees sitting nicely around my hips to show a little strip of tanned tummy. The hems and cuffs had pretty white frills, so it looked really girlie and cute, but if I undid a few of the front fasteners it showed a great deal of my tits. I'd wear my white gym shoes and short white socks with frills too, and I decided to put my hair into a ponytail for extra sickening Barbiness. Slut! I thought to myself, looking in the mirror. I was getting a bit old for this look, but fuck it.

Outfit picked, I stripped again and took two Imodium to slow down my bowel and hunted out my enema gear. Dan and I didn't do anal very often, he's just too big, and I couldn't possibly imagine how meeting a guy in a park, pervert or not, could realistically lead to having my arse fucked, but I really didn't know what was happening, or was going to happen, and I wanted to be as prefect and ready as possible. I made another cup of tea and let that thought sink in for a while. I was going alone to meet a stranger, a self-confessed pervert stranger, in a park, and as a prelude to that I was preparing to wash out my asshole on the off-chance that this stranger might want to fuck it. What the fuck are you doing Mel? I asked myself. Being a slut, my little demon replied with a giggle.

The morning dragged by so slowly. I did my hair and makeup, had an enema three times, drank so much tea that I was pissing every 5 minutes and at 10 I got dressed. Checking myself in the mirror again I thought I looked hot as fuck.

My phone dinged and my first thought was that it might be Paul cancelling on me. I rushed to my phone, my heart hammering in my chest, but half way there I realised that he didn't have my number, so it couldn't be him. I saw it was actually a text from Dan, so now I was frightened that he'd be asking me to not go! Noooo!

Good luck, he'd written. The relief was massive and I skipped out of the door like a happy school girl - or maybe more like Red Riding Hood going to meet the wolf.

I was still way too early so I drove around a bit, trying to make the time pass, but all too soon, and still half an hour early, I pulled over outside our town's tidy little park. I sat with the engine running and the air conditioning on, not wanting to sweat, but my cunt was wet as fuck and with not wearing knickers I knew there'd be a wet patch in my skirt.

Quarter to. Fuck it, I couldn't sit still any longer, so after a moments deliberation, and seeing no-one around, I popped another fastener open, now revealing an indecent amount of tit and even a hint of nipple if I twisted by body a bit, I grabbed my phone and I got out to walk around the park for a while. Thankfully there wasn't another soul in sight to see my tits hanging out and my nipples poking holes in my top. I sort of recall that it was a really lovely day as I walked through the entrance but I was far too nervous to properly notice, and then I just about died when I heard 'Good morning,' from behind me.

Once I'd swallowed my heart back into my chest, I turned to see Paul coming through the gate, that little smile on his face.

He kept walking and, as he passed me said, 'You appear to have sat in something wet Melanie. Come,' he added, nodding into the park towards the fountain.

He was nicely dressed in trousers, polished brown shoes and a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up very precisely. Sitting on the stone edge of the fountain he gave the space to one side a little pat and said, 'Sit,' and, wanting to be a good doggy, I sat.

For a few seconds he just looked me over, then he leant forward and carefully fastened two of the press-studs on my dress, smiling and muttering under his breath 'So keen.'

I was both confused and a little embarrassed, but he sat back, looked me in the eye and said, 'Now Melanie, tell me what happened yesterday afternoon.'

My embarrassment cranked up the dial to max and I'm sure I went beetroot red, but Paul just smiled and waited. It took me a while and a few stammering false starts to get going, but then it came out in a breathless rush. Once I'd got to the bit where we'd both cum with me riding Dan's cock I sort of fizzled out, then remembered my plan, snatched up my phone, opened the gallery and all but threw it to Paul in my haste for him to see me. Me with Dan's cum all over my face.

'There are some more,' I said, miming a swiping motion.

He flicked back and forth a bit, musing, 'That's a big cock Melanie, and a lot of cum.'

'Yes,' I agreed, nodding, 'Really big.' I wondered if he might find that off-putting or intimidating in some way, men being weird like that, but I didn't think Paul was that type.

'And is it true Melanie, what you said? What you told your husband? What you said you want?'

'Yes,' I said, flushing pink again and wringing my hands.

'Then tell me,' he said. 'Tell me what you want. Exactly,' he stressed, 'what you want'

I took a deep breath and let it just pour out - I wanted to be a filthy slut, slutier than I'd ever been, I wanted to be used and abused by perverts who would use my body for their pleasure. I babbled on and on in a rush telling him how it had started off as a bit of a teasing fantasy with Dan but that it had grown out of control and that I now really wanted it, needed it, desperately! I explained that I thought Dan also really really wanted it, but that he found it difficult to articulate, but look at how he'd cum on my face, just as I said he would, and he sent me a good luck message this morning, and there was the porn I found on his phone. Paul just listened in smiling silence, then took out a cotton hanky and passed it across to me and I realised that I was crying and runny nosed.

'I'm sorry,' I said and we both laughed a little.

'That's OK,' he said in a soothing tone. 'But, tell me, just what it is that you want from me Melanie? From me personally.'

'Oh,' I said, realising that I'd been talking in broad generalisations. 'I want you to own me Paul, to use me, to do anything you want with me. To me. Anything. I made a big show of looking him straight in the eye and leaning forward to really stress 'anything'.

I watched him closely and waited for a reply, but I knew from his eyes that I'd got him, that he wouldn't reject me.

'OK,' he said finally, giving me an ecstatic rush, 'But I want your 100% commitment, here and now. No half measures. No negotiating. No discussions. Absolute blind obedience in all things, always.' 'Yes!' I replied instantly, nodding like a dashboard dog.

'So keen,' he muttered again, and leaning forward he undid three of the press studs on my top. If I made sudden movements now my tits would probably spill out, but my cunt made its presence and appreciation felt.

'Before we get too far, you know that this has to have serious implications for your husband too, don't you Melanie?'

'Yeeeess?' I replied hesitantly. 'He wants me to be a slut though, I know he does.'

'I understand that, but this is going to become a significant part of your life, and his, and it will change both of your lives in some regards. He has to be involved.'

'How... what...?'

'He has to know everything, of course, that's a given,' he said to cut off any objection from me, 'but it isn't enough that he simply knows you're being a slut when he's not around. What's in it for him? A few anecdotes while you wank him off? It won't do to make him feel sidelined, he needs to be fully involved, at least in some ways.'

'How?' Did he mean threesomes?

'Bear with me, I'm still thinking this through, but for now, no more sex with your husband unless I say otherwise.' My stomach dropped, as did my jaw.

Seeing the look on my face, he sighed. 'What happens to you when you don't cum for a few days Melanie?'

'I got hornier and hornier,' I replied. 'It sends me a bit loopy after a while.'

'Exactly!' And that's direct involvement right there. I need to think about this more, but that's the rule until I say otherwise. I nodded meekly, wondering what more was to come.

'Right, you know that porn you told me about on his phone? With the guy in the corner with his cock in a cage? The female domination stuff?' I didn't recall telling him that, but I nodded dumbly. 'He watched that for a reason. He's either submissive or has those tendencies, and we're going to push that, and I'm seriously expecting that he won't resist much at all.

A chastity cage is probably a very good idea. Plus, it'll make sure there's no illicit wanking behind your back.'

I just sat, trying to take this all in.

A thoughtful look crossed his face. 'Do you know what a cuckold is?' he asked, and again, I just nodded dumbly. He continued, 'A man whose wife fucks other men. That's your husband Melanie. He's a cuckold. Your cuckold, or at least he will be very soon.' Not soon enough, whispered my demon.

'Can I still play with him? Wank him off? Can we do oral? '

'No,' The answer was flat and final.

'Your body, your holes, are for other men now. We can get into the finer details later but, from what you say, I really think he'll go with this, and that he'll thank you for this later. For now, you need to keep him horny and pliable.'

'Now,' another very stern look, 'Do you agree? Absolute and unwavering dedication to me and to obeying every instruction I give, including putting your husband in chastity?'

'Yes,' I said instantly, my brain hardly registering that there was any kind of choice here. 'Yes, yes,' I said, reaching out and taking his hand in mine in an effort to stress my sincerity, 'Yes please,' I was so thrilled that this was happening that I was almost in tears again, though a part of my brain was watching in shock as with those tears brimming in my eyes I promised a stranger to be a completely slave to his unquantified whims and desires, and was fervently swearing to turn my beloved sweet husband into a sexless cuckold.

Moments passed. 'OK, he said. We start now. You are to address me as Sir. Always. Understand?'

I was 100% ready for this. 'Yes Sir,' I replied.

He took out his phone, all business again.

'Give me your phone number.'' I did. Full name, home address, personal email address, date of birth.' I did.

He gave me his details. Born in 68, which made him.... 'I'm 56,' he said, reading my mind, which made him just four years younger than my dad.

As I put his number in my phone, I got another text from Dan. Are you OK? I was about to type a reply but looked up to see Paul watching me. I told him what it was and asked if I could reply. 'Of course,' he said. I'm fine, I wrote. Still talking in the park. Just talking. Going home soon (deliberate avoidance of 'I'm' or 'we'). See you there.

When I'd finished and put my phone down Paul continued.

'You can email me at any time, and I encourage you to do so, but don't text or call me unless it's something extremely urgent. Understood? Good.' He said, without waiting for an answer.

'Now,' he said, 'Go home. Don't change, just stay as you are.' My heart fluttered, I'd been expecting him to do something. I wanted something! Now!

'I have to go to the office for half an hour,' he told me, 'But I'll be at your place by 12:30. No later.' Instant relief! He's going to fuck me! Use me! Make me do something filthy! Or so I fervently hoped, though doing it in my marital home without talking to Dan first made me squirm a bit.

'Go,' he said.

'Yes Sir,' and off I went, then turned after a few steps to see if he was looking, and he was so I turned to walk backwards, pulled the hem of my skirt up to my waist so that he could see I had no knickers on, opened my mouth and lolled out my tongue, then when I saw him smile I dropped my hem, held my top open to show my tits, crossed my eyes and rolled them back, ahegao style then, laughing and on top of the world, I turned and holding my top closed over my tits I ran to the car.

I must have been on autopilot for the short drive home because my next recollection is of being sat on the edge of the sofa in the living room with my legs spread and my fingers in my cunt with my thumb on my clit. It was like surfacing in a pool and I somehow made myself stop. I hadn't been told to do this and I had a very strong inkling that masturbation was now verboten.

One good thing though, somehow it was 12:15. Fuck, he'll be here soon! I jumped up, wondering what to do to be ready, but then I heard a car in the drive, a white Prado, and he was here already. I quickly trotted to the door and opened it, watching him walk up then stop at the threshold. He just stood there, until I finally remembered that there are some sorts of monster that needed to be invited in.

'Please,' I said, 'Come in Sir. He smiled as he entered, took off his shoes and put down his laptop bag, then waited for me to close the door before telling me (it wasn't asking) to show him around. Thankfully I'm quite house proud, so the house is always very tidy. He did make a point of noticing the enema attachment in the bathroom.

'Very good,' he said to me.' Anything else?' Somehow, I knew exactly what he meant.

'Imodium Sir.'

'Very good indeed,' he said, leading me back to the living room.

'Now,' he said, 'Did you masturbate this morning?'

'Yes Sir.'

'Did you cum?'

'No Sir.'

'Good, good,' he said distractedly, then looked at me rather sternly, 'Did you masturbate when you got home earlier?'

'Yes Sir.'

'Cum?'

'No Sir.'

'Good,' he repeated, but that sort of thing has to stop.'

'Sir?'

'All that cumming. No more of that. Unless I say otherwise that is.'

Oh, fuck! I'll fucking die! At the same time though, I know what my neediness did to me, even after just one day, so I couldn't help wondering what kind of rabid monster I'd become after several days. A week? It was bad enough promising that my husband wouldn't be allowed to cum, but me too? I wondered if I'd cheat, but strongly suspected that I wouldn't. Something in me wanted to be perfect at this, whatever this was.

It can't have been hard for him to see the cogs turning in my head, but he smiled as he walked over to me, paused, then undid another press stud, this one now down at my under-boob level, only leaving the wide elasticated band fastened and, hey presto, out they spilled. I love my boobs, even though they're fake. Partly because they're fake. I even love that they look fake, high and round, and that men know that the type of women who get big, obviously fake tits do so to be looked at. They look slutty. Looking me in the eye, he took my hard nipples between his fingers and thumbs and slowly squeezed, harder, and harder. It hurt but my cunt spasmed, my sphincter contracted and I slowly opened my mouth and lolled my tongue again. He smiled. 'Good girl.' Fucking bingo - magic words!

He let go of my nipples and hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband of my skirt and pulled upwards till it was just under my tits, which left the hem somewhere between my navel and my cunt. I could feel the wet patch in the small of my back.

'Take a seat,' he said as he seated himself across from me on the other sofa. He looked pointedly at my knees and, taking the hint, I moved my bum to the edge of the seat and slowly spread my legs, receiving a little smile as reward. I felt utterly exposed and intensely horny and needy.

'Now, before I examine you, (cunt twitch) we need to sort out some details. I'm going to order some toys this afternoon, including a cage for your husband, but it'll be just some basics to be going on with. I need some measurements and some of it will take time to come. Do you have a cloth tape measure?

'Yes Sir,'

'Fetch,' he said with a smile, and off I ran to the junk drawer in the utility room, then back, feeling my thighs slick with my wetness.

'Stand still,' arms out, he said, and started to take loads of measurements, around my head, neck, above, around, below my boobs, my waist, inside leg (me like) and even my wrist size and hand length, all being jotted down into his phone. Part way through I slid into my ahegao look but got a slap on the bum and a command to stop.

'You're too fucking sexy like that,' he smiled. 'I need to concentrate.' A bloom ofAs usual Dan was up at 5 and I could hear him creeping around, trying to be quiet so as not to disturb me, but I was just pretending to be asleep and I'd been awake for an hour already. I couldn't believe how nervous I was, to the point of feeling nauseous, but it was excitement and sexual tension too.

I tried to go back to sleep but it was no good. My hands kept drifting to my cunt and nipples and I ended up nearly cumming but decided to keep my horniness levels up and stopped.

I got up at 7, made tea and sat wondering what to wear. We were going to be in a public place, so I couldn't be too overtly slutty, but I'd decided that yesterday's pointed look had been with reference to my bra. Obviously with fake tits I don't really need one, but a lot of clothes aren't fully opaque, plus I've got pretty obvious nipples - very obvious if I'm even a tiny bit aroused - so I almost always wear a bra, unless we're away somewhere and I want to look really trashy. So, no bra, no knickers. Eventually I picked out a little two-piece number patterned with little pink and white flowers. It had a top with puffy short sleeves, a wide elastic waist and press-stud fasteners down the front and a low square cut neckline, and the skirt was also elastic at the waist and came to just above my knees sitting nicely around my hips to show a little strip of tanned tummy. The hems and cuffs had pretty white frills, so it looked really girlie and cute, but if I undid a few of the front fasteners it showed a great deal of my tits. I'd wear my white gym shoes and short white socks with frills too, and I decided to put my hair into a ponytail for extra sickening Barbiness. Slut! I thought to myself, looking in the mirror. I was getting a bit old for this look, but fuck it.

Outfit picked, I stripped again and took two Imodium to slow down my bowel and hunted out my enema gear. Dan and I didn't do anal very often, he's just too big, and I couldn't possibly imagine how meeting a guy in a park, pervert or not, could realistically lead to having my arse fucked, but I really didn't know what was happening, or was going to happen, and I wanted to be as prefect and ready as possible. I made another cup of tea and let that thought sink in for a while. I was going alone to meet a stranger, a self-confessed pervert stranger, in a park, and as a prelude to that I was preparing to wash out my asshole on the off-chance that this stranger might want to fuck it. What the fuck are you doing Mel? I asked myself. Being a slut, my little demon replied with a giggle.

The morning dragged by so slowly. I did my hair and makeup, had an enema three times, drank so much tea that I was pissing every 5 minutes and at 10 I got dressed. Checking myself in the mirror again I thought I looked hot as fuck.

My phone dinged and my first thought was that it might be Paul cancelling on me. I rushed to my phone, my heart hammering in my chest, but half way there I realised that he didn't have my number, so it couldn't be him. I saw it was actually a text from Dan, so now I was frightened that he'd be asking me to not go! Noooo!

Good luck, he'd written. The relief was massive and I skipped out of the door like a happy school girl - or maybe more like Red Riding Hood going to meet the wolf.

I was still way too early so I drove around a bit, trying to make the time pass, but all too soon, and still half an hour early, I pulled over outside our town's tidy little park. I sat with the engine running and the air conditioning on, not wanting to sweat, but my cunt was wet as fuck and with not wearing knickers I knew there'd be a wet patch in my skirt.

Quarter to. Fuck it, I couldn't sit still any longer, so after a moments deliberation, and seeing no-one around, I popped another fastener open, now revealing an indecent amount of tit and even a hint of nipple if I twisted by body a bit, I grabbed my phone and I got out to walk around the park for a while. Thankfully there wasn't another soul in sight to see my tits hanging out and my nipples poking holes in my top. I sort of recall that it was a really lovely day as I walked through the entrance but I was far too nervous to properly notice, and then I just about died when I heard 'Good morning,' from behind me.

Once I'd swallowed my heart back into my chest, I turned to see Paul coming through the gate, that little smile on his face.

He kept walking and, as he passed me said, 'You appear to have sat in something wet Melanie. Come,' he added, nodding into the park towards the fountain.

He was nicely dressed in trousers, polished brown shoes and a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up very precisely. Sitting on the stone edge of the fountain he gave the space to one side a little pat and said, 'Sit,' and, wanting to be a good doggy, I sat.

For a few seconds he just looked me over, then he leant forward and carefully fastened two of the press-studs on my dress, smiling and muttering under his breath 'So keen.'

I was both confused and a little embarrassed, but he sat back, looked me in the eye and said, 'Now Melanie, tell me what happened yesterday afternoon.'

My embarrassment cranked up the dial to max and I'm sure I went beetroot red, but Paul just smiled and waited. It took me a while and a few stammering false starts to get going, but then it came out in a breathless rush. Once I'd got to the bit where we'd both cum with me riding Dan's cock I sort of fizzled out, then remembered my plan, snatched up my phone, opened the gallery and all but threw it to Paul in my haste for him to see me. Me with Dan's cum all over my face.

'There are some more,' I said, miming a swiping motion.

He flicked back and forth a bit, musing, 'That's a big cock Melanie, and a lot of cum.'

'Yes,' I agreed, nodding, 'Really big.' I wondered if he might find that off-putting or intimidating in some way, men being weird like that, but I didn't think Paul was that type.

'And is it true Melanie, what you said? What you told your husband? What you said you want?'

'Yes,' I said, flushing pink again and wringing my hands.

'Then tell me,' he said. 'Tell me what you want. Exactly,' he stressed, 'what you want'

I took a deep breath and let it just pour out - I wanted to be a filthy slut, slutier than I'd ever been, I wanted to be used and abused by perverts who would use my body for their pleasure. I babbled on and on in a rush telling him how it had started off as a bit of a teasing fantasy with Dan but that it had grown out of control and that I now really wanted it, needed it, desperately! I explained that I thought Dan also really really wanted it, but that he found it difficult to articulate, but look at how he'd cum on my face, just as I said he would, and he sent me a good luck message this morning, and there was the porn I found on his phone. Paul just listened in smiling silence, then took out a cotton hanky and passed it across to me and I realised that I was crying and runny nosed.

'I'm sorry,' I said and we both laughed a little.

'That's OK,' he said in a soothing tone. 'But, tell me, just what it is that you want from me Melanie? From me personally.'

'Oh,' I said, realising that I'd been talking in broad generalisations. 'I want you to own me Paul, to use me, to do anything you want with me. To me. Anything. I made a big show of looking him straight in the eye and leaning forward to really stress 'anything'.

I watched him closely and waited for a reply, but I knew from his eyes that I'd got him, that he wouldn't reject me.

'OK,' he said finally, giving me an ecstatic rush, 'But I want your 100% commitment, here and now. No half measures. No negotiating. No discussions. Absolute blind obedience in all things, always.' 'Yes!' I replied instantly, nodding like a dashboard dog.

'So keen,' he muttered again, and leaning forward he undid three of the press studs on my top. If I made sudden movements now my tits would probably spill out, but my cunt made its presence and appreciation felt.

'Before we get too far, you know that this has to have serious implications for your husband too, don't you Melanie?'

'Yeeeess?' I replied hesitantly. 'He wants me to be a slut though, I know he does.'

'I understand that, but this is going to become a significant part of your life, and his, and it will change both of your lives in some regards. He has to be involved.'

'How... what...?'

'He has to know everything, of course, that's a given,' he said to cut off any objection from me, 'but it isn't enough that he simply knows you're being a slut when he's not around. What's in it for him? A few anecdotes while you wank him off? It won't do to make him feel sidelined, he needs to be fully involved, at least in some ways.'

'How?' Did he mean threesomes?

'Bear with me, I'm still thinking this through, but for now, no more sex with your husband unless I say otherwise.' My stomach dropped, as did my jaw.

Seeing the look on my face, he sighed. 'What happens to you when you don't cum for a few days Melanie?'

'I got hornier and hornier,' I replied. 'It sends me a bit loopy after a while.'

'Exactly!' And that's direct involvement right there. I need to think about this more, but that's the rule until I say otherwise. I nodded meekly, wondering what more was to come.

'Right, you know that porn you told me about on his phone? With the guy in the corner with his cock in a cage? The female domination stuff?' I didn't recall telling him that, but I nodded dumbly. 'He watched that for a reason. He's either submissive or has those tendencies, and we're going to push that, and I'm seriously expecting that he won't resist much at all.

A chastity cage is probably a very good idea. Plus, it'll make sure there's no illicit wanking behind your back.'

I just sat, trying to take this all in.

A thoughtful look crossed his face. 'Do you know what a cuckold is?' he asked, and again, I just nodded dumbly. He continued, 'A man whose wife fucks other men. That's your husband Melanie. He's a cuckold. Your cuckold, or at least he will be very soon.' Not soon enough, whispered my demon.

'Can I still play with him? Wank him off? Can we do oral? '

'No,' The answer was flat and final.

'Your body, your holes, are for other men now. We can get into the finer details later but, from what you say, I really think he'll go with this, and that he'll thank you for this later. For now, you need to keep him horny and pliable.' joy consumed me.

When we were both seated again, he continued.

'Now, when your husband gets home, he's going to want to know all about what's happened today, and you're going to tell him, but you're going to tell it this way. Firstly, you'll tell him that the meeting in the park went well, but don't immediately tell him that you offered yourself to me and that I accepted.' I got a little bit of a thrill at hearing that bit again.

'Then you'll explain that we met back here and that I inspected you, which we'll get to shortly. You're going to refuse to give details till you go to bed, because he's really going to need to be in his happy place with his cock in your hand to hear what's coming.' My butterflies returned at the sound of that.

'Now, once you've got that cock in your hand you can start telling him what you've agreed to be - a do-anything, unquestioning fuck doll. That you're going to be trained and modified to be walking cock holes, not just for me, but for lots of other men. I don't think you'd give me good odds if I bet you he'll get hard hearing that.'

I shook my head in silence.

'But not for him. He's a cuckold and lifestyle cuckolds don't get cunt. I'd be very surprised if he doesn't already know that's commonly the case. From the time his cock goes in a cage he gets nothing. Well, there will be small rewards, but not much. Gauge his reactions as you go, but you're clearly already very good at controlling him through wanking him off, as you've described, and I strongly suspect that you'll get just as much from withholding it, maybe more.'

He must have seen the puzzlement in my expression, so he explained.

'He's on the fence, a bystander, and that won't work when you're going to get so fully involved. He either has to take a dominant role to you, or a submissive role, and clearly it needs to be the latter. So, we're going to make him your accomplice in perversity.'

I liked the sound of that.

'If you were just shutting off your sexuality to him it'd do nothing good, but when you're going to be having filthy sex, and telling him about it, and when he can't cum, he'll be constantly malleable, all day every day, no rollercoaster peaks and troughs, and it has to be like this until everything is firmly established and the die has been cast. In a few weeks he'll do anything to help you get another man's cock in you.'

I was, I think understandably, a little sceptical. But I nodded again.

'You must be very firm and allow no room for discussion. Remember, you have no choice, and neither does he. I would suggest that a confrontational approach will work best. Be aggressive if he pushes back, but offer something too. You want perversion and it seems clear that he does too, just as much, so involve him in something indecent. Whatever comes to mind in the moment.'

'Yes Sir, thank you.' It came out as a whisper as my cunt dribbled onto the cushion covers.

It was a mental blur, but somehow I took it in, and myself, having been asked if I understood, nodded, saying yes, and despite realising that he was describing both my husband and me as people that I neither recognised nor understood, irretrievably ashamed of myself and infinitely proud of what I was doing, I thanked him from the bottom of my soul.

Now, he said, slapping his palms onto his knees and breaking the spell that was fogging my brain. Sit back, he said. Put your hands behind your knees and show me that cunt. I did, eagerly. He stood, picked up his bag in one hand and pushed across the ottoman with the other and sat between my spread thighs, just gazing at my sopping cunt.

'Waxed?' he asked.

'Laser removal Sir,' I replied. He nodded his approval then, using his thumbs, he pulled open my cunt. That first touch was electrifying and I thought I'd with cum, piss myself, or both. I felt his thumbs and fingers slipping around.

'You have good cunt lips,' he said.

'Thank you Sir.'

'I'm going to pierce them. And your clit hood.' I'd often thought of having a body piercing or two, simply because I think they're slutty, but from the way he casually mentioned it he obviously considered them to be standard furnishings for a slut like me. '

And your nipples,' he followed. More cunt twitches. Even harder nipples.

'Thank you Sir.' I wanted this soooo much!

Next came something cold and hard, a speculum, and I felt my cunt being cranked open and watched him peer deep into me.

'Is your cervix sensitive?' he asked, 'Or has that big cock beaten the sensitivity out of it?' He didn't wait for an answer, he just said, 'Let's see,' under his breath, then poked me with something. It came as a bit of a shock but when I looked I could see that he had a shiny steel looking probe thing (called a sound, I found out later) which he was probing my cervix with. It felt weird, but not unpleasant. It was removed then, a few seconds later, it returned, feeling more insistent and sort of Wow! this time. Lifting my head I could instantly see that this was a much bigger probe. I was still trying to work out just how it felt when it was removed again, but only briefly, because a second later it (or one of them) was in my urethra. Now this did hurt a bit, but it also had a strong undertone of pleasure and the indecency of it was fantastic. I'd never experienced anything like this and wondered what else I might be so completely unaware of.

Probe gone, speculum gone, slap on the cunt. 'Good,' he said, like an entirely overfamiliar gynaecologist, pleased with his work.

'Is it OK Sir?' I asked, fishing for a compliment to soothe my nerves.

'Too tight,' he said, and must have seen disappointment in my eyes.

'You think a tight cunt is good, don't you slut?' At least he called me a slut.

'Well it isn't. A tight cunt makes a man cum quicker, but a loose fuck-hole will make him last. He'll have to pound you harder or he'll go for your arse or mouth. That made sense I supposed, a perverted sort of sense, and I liked that.

'Don't worry though,' he said. 'We're going to ruin that cunt, aren't we slut.' It was a statement of fact, so having no idea what ruining my vagina might entail, I simply nodded and thanked him again.

'Now, sit up,' he said.

I shuffled forward but before I was half way up he'd grabbed my ponytail and half dragged me over the sofa arm and down till me forearms were on the floor with just my arse over the arm and my legs on the sofa.

'Stay there,' he commanded, then stepped away for a moment. I felt a hand on the small of my back, then something cold on my asshole, obviously lube. Here comes the anal, I though. Guys just fucking love anal but I'm sorry to tell you gents, girls don't. No prostate, you see? If done badly it hurts like fuck and if done well it's just uncomfortable, like needing a good shit. Or at least it is at first, then you get used to it and it's maybe not too bad.

Pressure on my sphincter. I've done anal enough times to know how to relax, so I did and it (whatever it was) went in. Then it went in again. Beads? A very heavily ribbed dildo? It went on rib after rib, and then he slowly fucked me with it - in, in, in, in, in - out, out, out, out, out. I focused on relaxing my ring and before long it really wasn't too bad, and just like that, it was gone. More cold, more pressure. Something else. Something bigger, but it went in. Pft pft pft... Oh fuck, inflatable plug! I'd seen them off course but had never had one in me. Fuck but that's full, screamed my brain! Out! Get it out! And my muscles started trying to expel it, though it was really too big to readily push out already. A ringing smack landed on my bum cheek, 'No!' was the barked command. 'You fucking take it, cunt!' Another pump and I thought my eyes would pop out on stalks.

'If you try to push it out, I'll just make it bigger, understand?'

'Yes Sir!' I gasped.

My head was spinning and woolly. I took deep breaths and tried to relax. The hand in the small of my back, the smacking hand, gave a couple of gentle circling strokes. 'Good girl,' came Sirs voice, and while this didn't feel at all sexy, the glow of pleasure at his words warmed me, and it was undeniably depraved. Pavlov's dog, my demon giggled. Again, I considered how exposed and vulnerable this man had made me, and how much I wanted it. I'd been in his company for a grand total of about four hours, and now look at me - arse up, head down and a huge plug in my bum.

'Stay there and don't move,' he told me, then moved away, and shortly I heard a faint ring tone and them him talking to someone on the phone, something about environmental planning. I tried to relax and to breathe normally, though the blood pooling in my head made me feel increasingly blurry.

At long last, at least ten minutes, the phone call ended and Sir returned. A hand went around my throat and another grabbed my ponytail and up I went, back onto the sofa. The plug and inflation tube came down on my heal, which made me gasp, but it actually felt OK, so I sat back onto it again. And now the blood was rushing out of my head again and I went really woozy for a while.

What...? Slap! Did Sir just slap me?

'Slut!' I smiled at that. 'Are you OK?'

'Yes Sir,' I managed, the dizziness passing a bit. He was standing with his hands on his knees, looking closely at me then, satisfied that I was back in the real world again, he picked something up, moved to the side by the sofa arm, grabbed my ponytail (which was proving itself to be very useful) and yanked my head back, then his other hand came up to holding the ribbed dildo in front of my face, the one that had been in my arse a short time ago. It was less uniform than I'd imagined it to be, with the first bulbous bit relatively small but each one larger than the last till the one at the base was really quite big, and at that end it had a handle, making it a bit like a perverts truncheon, and I knew what was coming so I opened my mouth, ready to suck it. Wrong. In it went, right in, and I nearly puked instantly. Reflexively I pulled back hard, but he held me still and paused, then taking a tighter grip of my hair and giving my head a firm shake, he said, 'Don't you fucking dare pull away, cunt. You fucking take it. Understand?'

'Ngh-hgn,' was all I could manage with a good part of the dildo still in my mouth, but he took that as the Yes Sir it was meant to be and started pushing more dildo down my throat. It was horrid. Really fucking horrid. I couldn't decide if I was going to drown on my vomit or just suffocate but as the worst of torment started to fade a bit, I realised that I'd somehow managed to get my hands between my calves and thighs and to sit on them to trap them there. There was drool everywhere but I hadn't actually puked and the dildo was still being sawed back and forth into my throat. There were occasional brief pauses to let me gasp a few proper breaths and to spit out loads more frothy saliva, but every time the dildo loomed again I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. It was the first time my throat had been abused like that, and it was fucking horrible, but at the same time I was so fucking pleased with myself. Not so much during, but very so much after. It felt like it went on for an hour, but was probably more like five minutes. Still, you can have a dildo rammed down your throat a lot of times in five minutes.

Eventually it stopped. Sir just looked at me straight faced for a while, then finally said 'Well done slut, that was fucking outstanding.' I couldn't help it and I burst into tears, babbling thank yous over and over. Standing he reached for my hand and helped me to slowly and very shakily stand up, then very slowly he led me over to stand and look in the mirror over the fireplace as he stood behind me. Wow. What a fucking mess! My top was fully open now and my chin, neck and tits were covered in drool. Makeup by Picasso. My eyes were stinging and my throat was raw, unsurprisingly, and my asshole felt like it wanted to give birth, but despite all that, I felt fucking wonderful!

Pft! Fuck! My knees nearly gave way but I watched myself smile with a sort of ironic grimace. Pffffffffffft. Relief! A gentle rug and he pulled the plug out of me. 'Are you ready for me now, slut?' he asked.

'Oh yes Sir, yes, yes, please! Please sir!' I was blubbing again. What the fuck was happening to me?

Taking my hands, he pushed me forward to make me step up onto the hearth, then he reached forward and placed my hands on the mantelpiece, making me lean forward slightly, then, before I even knew it was happening, his cock was in my asshole. After that plug it felt sort of good, or at least not bad in relative terms. I had felt kind of empty with the massive stretch taken away and it felt good to have something filling the figurative void. And then I thought about it more and decided I loved it. I had a man's cock in my asshole. A strange man, a man other than my husband, a perverted man, a man I'd first spoken to yesterday, and he was slowly arse fucking me, his sworn slut. It went on and on, slowly, all the time his eyes bored into mine in the mirror.

'There's going to be so much of this for you,' he whispered in my ear. I was so fucking horny again, just from the sheer depravity of it all.

I reached down for my clit but he brushed my hand away and stepped back, his cock pulling out.

'Naughty,' he said. 'No more of that, do you hear?'

'Yes Sir,' I said, turning and staring at his hardness. It was nowhere near as big as Dan's monster, but it was a lovely cock nonetheless.

I looked at him and he must have seen it in my eyes. 'OK then,' he said, 'Just for a minute.'

I was on my knees in an instant with his cock in my mouth and his hands in my hair. I was hoping that after the dildoing my throat had taken I might be able to swallow the lot, but my throat was sore and my gag was back so I settled for making a big show of worshipping and adoring his cock, slobbering all over it, rubbing it all over my face and slapping myself with it, never breaking eye contact. Heaven!

Pausing to wank him I asked, 'Please Sir, will you cum on my slut face?' He laughed and, again, I'd broken the spell. He stepped back from me and wrangled his cock back into his pants.

Nooo! Fuck!

Sir simply retired to a sofa, sat, crossed his legs like he was in a relaxed meeting and hadn't just had his cock up my arse and then down my throat.

'OK,' he said, 'Your husband is what?'

'A cuckold Sir,' I replied without hesitation.

'Who's cuckold?'

'Mine Sir?'

'That's right, yours. Yours because I just fucked you, and so you're responsible for it. You're giving him no choice. Remember that. It'll help you and he'll appreciate it when he understands that he has no say in your sex life anymore, or his own for that matter, just as you have none in yours.'

At this point he noticed me wiggling and, cocking his head to one side asked, 'What?'

'I need to wee Sir,' I said. 'Can I go please?'

'Oh, no,' he said with a smile, we can do far better than that, and taking me by the hand he led me into the kitchen.

'Get a large mixing bowl,' I was told, so I did. He took it from me and placed it in the middle of the floor.

'Piss in that,' he said flatly. I hadn't done this sort of thing before but, what the he'll, facing him I squatted over the bowl pulled my cunt open to give him a good view, then pissed like a horse while I watched him smiling.

Eventually I finished and reflexively looked for tissue.

'No,' he said. 'Wipe with your hand.' I did.

'Now lick it clean'. I did. I was really enjoying this. Fantastic for my inner exhibitionist.

'Up,' he said, waving me back a step, then picked up the bowl and handed it to me. 'Clear. Good hydration,' he noted. 'Lower,' he said, pushing my hands down a bit. 'Good. Now, be still.'

In a heartbeat he pulled out his hard cock and was wanking it. You really are a dirty cunt Sir, I thought to myself gleefully.

I watched, mesmerised until in short order he shot a hefty load of cum into my piss, the stands twirling in loops and coils as it circulated. Him taking the bowl from me again snapped me back to the kitchen. Turning he put it on the draining board.

'Good,' he said, 'Now you can wash all that drool off your slutty face,' he said, grinning. This was so fucking good! This was the sort of thing I needed and my cunt was pulsing and gushing like rarely before. Using both hands, almost reverently, I scooped up my warm piss and his cum and washed my face with it, then my neck and finally my big tits.

'Good,' he said again, nodding. 'Not quite finished though.'

With a twirly finger he gestured that I should turn away from him, and when I did he took the hair bobble out of my ponytail and fluffed out my hair a bit. Then taking me by the shoulders he maneuverer me in front of the sink and gently pushed my head down over it.

When I twigged what was happening I thought I'd cum. To help I reached round to pull my hair over my shoulder and into the sink. Then he took the bowl and very slowly poured it over the back of my head and down into my bunched locks until there wasn't a dry strand left.

'All done,' he said, giving me a little slap on the bum. Turning to face him, my hair still running piss down over my tits, skirt and onto the tiles, my grin mirrored his.

Taking a deep breath, he moved to the breakfast bar and sat on a stool and looked at me.

'Recap,' he said. 'Where did we get to?'

'I'm yours Sir, completely. I'm making my husband into my cuckold Sir.

'Yes, so, as I said before, he might initially not be too keen on what's going to happen, but remember, you're giving him no choice, just as I'm giving you none. You're my fucking slave now, so he might as well be yours. He can be something for you to take your frustrations out on. Don't tolerate any suggestion that you're anything but my fuck doll, understand?'

'Yes Sir,', I replied. Abso-fucking-lutely! No way anyone was stopping this!

'So,' Sir continued, 'Start with bare details of this morning in the park, then tell him about this, he said casting a hand towards the sink and bowel. Have his cock in your hand. Make him hard as fuck, then get into the commitments and consequences.'

'Oh Sir, he'll be fucking rigid when I tell him about this!'

I wasn't looking forward to that bit, but it resolved myself to be firm. Sir left at 2 and the clock crawled like it had that morning but, thank God, at 3 I heard a car in the drive and rushed to see that Dan had come home early. I realised I was standing in the window with tits on full display, covered in dry piss and cum which I'd been told I wasn't to wash off till tomorrow, so I ran through to the hall and waited with the door open a crack. As Dan came up, I opened the door to let him by then closed it and stood there facing him. I'm not sure what he was expecting but he was clearly lost for words at the sight of me.

'What happened?' he finally managed. 'Are you OK? I tried calling.'

'Oh baby,' I said, 'I'm so much more than OK! I'm fucking fantastic! I'm a slut baby! A filthy, dirty fucking slut, and I'm owned by another man!

'The man you met yesterday?' he asked, understandably incredulous. His cock was rigid; I could see it in his jeans - impossible to hide that thing. I stepped forward and grabbed his dick through the material.

'Yes baby. That man, that wonderful filthy sick pervert man. He owns me now, I said, really stressing the owned part. Now let's get to bed so I can tell you about it.

'Why's your hair wet?' He asked vaguely as I led him up the stairs by the hand.

'It's piss, I told him. I'm covered in it.

'Piss?'

'Yes, and cum, though it's mostly dry now. My piss, his cum.'

'What the.... '

'Come on!' I urged.

Thirty seconds later I had his throbbing cock in my hand.

'Tell me,' he pleaded, so as instructed by Master I started with a quick description of the meeting in the park and I quickly skimmed through me offering to be a slut for this man I barely knew, and then skipped to us coming here, to our home, and then I got into a lot more detail. I sort of glossed over the throat fucking but he loved all the rest, especially hearing that I was going to be pierced and was breathless at the bit about Sir cumming into my piss and me washing my face with it. I had to let go of his cock; he was so beside himself. I'd rarely seen him so intensely horny, so I got down to some of the nitty gritty.

I told him that I was a slave now, another man's slave, and that that other man had fucked me, in the arse, today, in our house, and that he and others, probably lots of others, were going to continue to fuck me, on and on indefinitely.

I had to take my hand away his cock to stop him thrusting against it or I was sure he'd cum.

'But, Dan, that means that things are different for you and I now. It means that you're a cuckold now. He looked at me, still shuddering with pent up lust.

'You know what that means, don't you babe? He couldn't answer through his gritted teeth, straining not to cum, but he managed to shake his head.

Leaning in, I looked deep into his eyes. 'Cucks don't get cunt Dan. Ever. They don't even get to wank,' My eyes bored into his and I was enjoying this now, the power I had over him, the complete lack of resistance, and I kept going.

'Cucks get their cocks locked in cages babe.' He moaned and I knew it was pure lust. This was turning him on more and more. 'So, I'm getting a cock cage Dan, and when it gets here, I'm going to lock you up.' Another desperate moan.

'You're never going to fuck me again Dan. My holes are for other men now.' I cupped his tight balls and gave them a little squeeze.

'Do you like that Dan? Me being a whore for other men's cocks, and you locked up?' Another deep groan.

'You do, Dan, you fucking love it don't you. Say it!' I said, quite harshly. 'Fucking admit it!'

'Yes,' he managed, more of a hiss than a word. I purred. Sir had been 100% right. This was so fucking awesome!

'Friday Dan. Your cage is going to be here on Friday, so time is running out for these poor balls.' I gave them another gentle squeeze and got another little whimper in return.

'If you were a filthy sick cunt like me, you might deserve some relief before getting locked up, but I'm not sure you are. Are you Dan? Are you a sick pervert like me?'

'Yes,' he gasped, 'Yes, please, let me!'

'Hmm, I said. I'm a slave Dan. Do you want to be a slave? My slave? Would you like that baby?' He was shaking so much more I could barely tell that he was nodding.

'Yesss, pleeeassse!' he hissed, our eyes still locked.

'OK, I said, 'I'll consider it, but you better fucking do as you're told.

'Now', I said in a grave voice, 'If I let you cum it's under these conditions. I'm going to let go a soon as you start cumming. I can't have you enjoying it too much. OK?' He nodded.

'Right, but before that, you need to sort me out with your mouth.' His eyes lit up, but I raised a finger to halt him. 'Remember what it is that cucks don't get?' Realisation dawned. 'Cucks don't get cunt, but, that said, I've had my asshole used today, and it's sore, so it needs some tender and loving appreciation. Got it?' Nod nod.

'Good boy,' I smiled. 'Get to it.'

I shuffled across to the edge of the bed, still on my side as I'd been to wank Dan, but I moved over till my bum was half off the mattress and I crossed my legs above the knees. Bent double like this my asshole was fully exposed and when Dan had rounded the bed and knelt, he just looked at it. Reaching around I could feel that it was still a bit swollen and tender and, popping a couple of fingers in and, out, still looser than normal. Dan needed no further encouragement and he set to work rimming me. For the first time in what had been a long time I just relaxed. Dan's tongue felt so good, not as distracting as it would be in my cunt, so I could relax more, still really soothing but at the same time wonderfully deviant - not letting him have my cunt but letting him, no, telling him, to rim my used asshole was so utterly deviant. This had to become a regular feature in our bedroom going forward.

After 10 minutes I knew Dan's jaw would be aching so I pushed him away and spun my legs across to sit on the edge of the bed.

'Now,' I said, 'Come here and bring me that lovely big cock.'

With him standing between my knees his cock bobbed with his pulse just a few centimetres from my face I wrapped my hands around it. 'Such a lovely cock,' I said, looking up at Dan.

'I think we should make some lasting memories before it goes on that cage.' And with that I stuffed the head into my mouth, wanked him with my right hand and fondled his balls with the left.

10 seconds and I reckoned he was about to go, so I pulled back and let go, watching his cock bob and dip, waiting to see if I'd left it to long and he was going to cum. The desperate moan told me I'd timed it well. His face was a picture of tormented need and I knew that was a look we'd both be wearing a lot in the future.

'Did you like that babe, I asked?'

'I need to cum,' he moaned.

'Me too,' I growled, 'But if I can't, why should you?

His look was pitiful so, rolling my eyes I said, 'OK, sit on the bed. Tit-fuck.' His eyes lit up like Christmas. I knelt between his knees then reached down to my sloppy cunt hole for a load of goo and rubbed it onto his cock as lube, and this alone looked like it might make him cum. My juice would dry quickly, but that didn't matter.

Wrapping my beautiful fake tits around his cock I slid my tits up and down his length.

'So good of you to buy these for me babe, but a shame that this'll be the last tit-fuck. Well, for you, not for my tits.'

I started working hard with my its. '10 seconds,' I said aloud, then bowed forward to take his cock head in my mouth. 9, I thought to myself, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. I let go and leant back.

'Nooo!' he howled. 'Fuck! '

'I told you, 10 seconds. Now you have to wait till after dinner.'

'Wha... What? Dinner?'

'It's dinner time Dan, albeit an early dinner, and I haven't eaten all day. I'm fucking starving. But wait there a mo. Let's keep that thing on the boil.'

Going over to the dresser I grabbed half a dozen hair ties, knelt between Dan's knees again and started stretching them over his cock with Dan silently watching me do it. They were a bit long so I doubled them until I had all 6 doubled up and stretched tight around the base of his cock and around his balls like a web.

'Now,' I said, 'Be sure and tell me if anything turns blue.'

Grinning I turned and went off to find something to eat and by the time Dan had followed me down I'd pulled the remaining half of last night's pizza out of the fridge and was eating a slice cold at the small dining table. Dan's big cock preceded him, dark red and with veins looking fit to explode. I'd never seen such an angry looking cock in my life and it made my cunt ache. But Dan was my cuck now, and I wasn't going to be fucking him again. For some reason that thought give me a real rush, it was so fucked up and perverted. I'm another man's whore now. My husband gets nothing.

Dan groaned and his face told me he was in more than a little discomfort. Stepping over I reached out and took hold of his cock. Wow. It was hot and harder than any cock I'd ever felt.

'Need to cum?' I quipped.

'Please,' he said, 'I'll do anything, please.'

'I know you will baby,' I said.' Anything at all, won't you?'

'Yes, yes please. Anything.'

I knew I needed to use this, so after a few moments thought I took hold of his balls (a bit cold now) and led him a couple of steps to the table, and standing behind his right side I pointed his cock at the remaining pizza and asked, 'How about pizza? Do you want some pizza?' Then, reaching across, and with the very tips of my index finger and thumb I wanked the bit just behind the head of his cock, just a few millimetres back and forth and with the lightest touch.

'Oh fuck,' he groaned, staring down at his cock and my bright pink taloned fingertips and the massively bulging veins.

'I want to see you eat your cum Dan. You want to, don't you Dan. Want to eat your cum for me, don't you.' He grunted but I knew it was a yes.

'You want me to watch you eat your cum, don't you Dan.'

'Yes,' much clearer this time.

'You want me to make you do it, don't you,' I said gleefully.

'Look at me Dan, you do, don't you? You want to show me what a dirty bastard you are, don't you?' He was looking me in the eyes now, half delirious, but he knew what was happening. I kept my fingers moving just that tiny bit on his cock.

'Yes,' he said, 'I want it.'

'What Dan,' I asked eagerly. 'Tell me what you want.' I was totally delighted with how this mirrored the same question from my master.

'I want to cum babe, on the pizza. Eat it, while you watch.'

Then with absolute clarity he said, 'I want to be yours completely, want to prove it. I won't if you don't want me to though baby.' At first, I wasn't sure what he meant.

'Don't let me cum, if that's what you want, just let me be with you, let me help you somehow, be a, a, a slut I mean. A slave. For that man. Just let me be part of this in some way.'

That was a lot more than I expected and would take time to sink in, but clearly Dan's submissiveness was similar to my own, and Master had anticipated this. I came back to earth and realised I was still holding Dan's grotesquely distended cock, but wasn't wanking him anymore.

I decided to keep going. Reaching behind and between his legs I grabbed his balls with my left hand and started squeezing and pulling, and with my right I stepped up my micro wanking, milking precum out to pool on the pizza under his cock.

'Do it Dan,' I growled, more a demand than a request 'Cum for me. Cum and then eat it. Show me. I want to see it. If you even can cum with your balls like this. Can you?' I hissed at him, a bit delirious now 'I bet it'll be a shit cum Dan. Do you still want it?'

'Yes!' he breathed.

'Do you want it Dan? Really?' I hectored him, 'A nice shitty cum? Do you even care, so long as I'm watching? So long as I want you to?'

'No, don't care,' he said, 'As long as you're watching. If you want me to.'

'I love this!' I squealed.

And I really was loving it. I felt so in tune with myself, at one with myself. This was it, what it was meant to be like for me.

Taking it all in, how perfect this was, the sheer depravity, the perversion of it, I had a sudden need to capture the moment, so I grabbed my phone off the worktop and took half a dozen photos and a good few seconds of video to get the state of Dan's cock and balls and the vacant look on his face, then I put the phone on the table and went back to teasing my wonderful husband.

'It's great, isn't it babe. I'm covered in dried piss and cum, I'm wanking your big fat cock and I'm going to watch you eat your sperm, and I'm going to make you my cuckold slave Dan, and lock up this cock forever.'

He was so close again. 'Oh god, please, yes, so fucking good,' he managed to croak.

'That's good babe, I'm glad you like it, because men are going to abuse the fuck out of me, so I'm going to abuse the fuck out of you. And you want that Dan, don't you, you sick cunt!'

'Yes. Thank you,' he whimpered. 'Please!'

'That's good babe, that's really good,' I said breathlessly through gritted teeth, rabid with lust, ' Now, show me what a cunt you are!'

And that did it. With a huge groan and convulsion, he started to cum. I grabbed his cock tight to keep it aimed and pulled down hard on his balls. As the groan went on the cum began to flow, a watery stream at first, like piss, then slower but much thicker. Dan's usually a real spurter, but with all those bands so tight I guess it couldn't shoot through and instead it just came out in a constant heavy dribble forming a spreading glutinous pool. It was very obviously not an explosive groan of pleasure. The torment was clear as a bell, but cum kept dribbling then eventually stopped and he drew in ragged shuddering breaths, interspersed with little groans and whimpers.

'Does it still hurt baby?'

'Yes,' he panted. 'My balls.'

'Poor baby,' I said. 'Stand still.' And taking a seat in a dining chair, I started to extricate his balls from the confining elastic. It was easier said than done and I thought I might break a nail, so I grabbed some small scissors from a drawer and just cut them, so in a few seconds his balls were free, which brought Dan a huge sigh of relief and another good dribble of cum. I cut the last two at the base of his cock and milked another dribble into the pool of cooling cum.

'Better?'

'Better,' he agreed?

'Was it a good cum?'

'Not really,' he said, shaking his head ruefully and pulling a face, 'It didn't, dunno, sort of, let go?'

'Poor baby,' I said again, giving his cock and balls a stroke.

'That really is a fucking lot of come babes. Hope you're hungry.' Then I skipped round to the other side of the table and sat down again.

'Right 'cum' on then,' I said. 'Oh, did I make meal out of the word cum? Cum is your meal baby. Now eat up.'

Sitting, he took a long look, hesitated, but then reached down and picked up the slice with the least cum on it. As he picked up the pizza, I picked up my phone, double clicked to turn on the camera, set it to video and started recording.

'Go for it cumslut!' I said. 'Show me how you eat your sperm!'

He hesitated for a tiny moment again then, trying to hold it flat so that it didn't spill, he took a big bite, including most of his cum. With elbow on the table and phone in my hand I watched, fascinated, as my newly cuckold husband willingly ate the cum I'd just tortured out of his balls. He took another bite and that was all the cum gone from that bit. He took the next slice and sort of tipped the cum into his mouth before taking a bite, and that still left a decent little pool on the cardboard. He looked at me and I raised my eyebrows, but without a word he leant forward and sucked up the last of it.

'Well done! What a good bitch!'

At last, we both sat back, both a bit wiped out, though it was still early, being the one who hasn't got to cum, I was still desperately horny and didn't know what to do with myself. I really needed a shower, but my Master had told me not to till tomorrow. He hadn't said when I'd see him again, which made me feel anxious.

Then like most people with nothing to do these days, I reached for my phone. Facebook notification, meh. News feed, meh. Weather, meh. Emails - Witchery, eBay, ANZ, Paul.... Paul! Master had emailed me! Half an hour ago!