Cuckold Counselor

By

Tappy McWidestance

Author’s Note: This story is a departure for me as it was written from the perspective of a submissive male. I wrote a couple of pages in response to a fantasy sent to me by a reader who dreamed of submitting to his wife and another man. After he read it we discussed his more of his fantasies and I continued writing. It became clear that he had many warped visions of what he wanted done to him. As a result, there are subjects I have not written about before. Some may be offensive if you are a sensitive reader. You’ve been warned.

My name is Sebastian. I am in my early 40’s and am a counselor at a well known liberal arts college. I am also living proof that nice guys finish last. Allow me to elaborate. All my life I have tried to always help people. As a result, some people take advantage of my generosity. I also tend not to stick up for my own needs because I would always put other people first. Some people consider me a wimp, and perhaps I am, but I always thought of myself as the best friend you could ever have.

I got married out of college to a woman who walked all over me, but I didn’t care. I thought she loved me but in retrospect I’m not sure what she saw in me other than the ability to control me. We had a daughter (Anne) who turned 16 a month ago and will start her junior year in high school in August. Her mother and I divorced when she was 8 and she splits her time between our two houses. During the traumatic time my marriage was failing I reluctantly started dating a student named Liz. I say reluctant because it was certainly against the college rules to date a student, but Liz was different and about to graduate.

Liz was a beautiful young girl full of life. She was everything my now ex-wife was not. Liz was one of the students I had counseled for the past few years and we knew each other very well. Liz had a reputation on our small campus as being a girl with a certain zest for partying and although she never admitted to me in our sessions, I knew she slept around. But somehow she never lost her innocent, sweet girl next door quality. As was my usual pattern, I befriended her, offered her a sympathetic ear to cry on and never viewed her as a potential sexual mate. But all that changed in April of her senior year.

I usually saw my senior students more frequently as they prepared to find their way in the world and needed advice. Liz arrived in my office and gone was the outgoing, effervescent girl I knew. She had been replaced with a sullen, withdrawn shell of her former self. Something had obviously happened, but I could not draw out of her what transpired. She had not improved at our next meeting a week later. Our session was even less productive than the week before. She seemed totally preoccupied with something. At the end of our meeting she surprised me with an invitation to go out to drinks with her. The side of my brain which always followed the rules told me it was a bad idea, but she looked so vulnerable and in need of a friend that I accepted.

I took her to an upscale neighborhood bar instead of one of the more popular places where students hang out. After a few glasses of wine she let go all the emotions she had been holding in about how unsatisfying her life had become, how she always dated the wrong guys and how she hated herself. Of course in addition to my empathetic ear I was also venting my own divorce issues to her and how I always felt taken advantage of in my relationships. We had a bonding moment. If I had been the kind of guy she usually dated (her words) I’m sure I could have taken her home that night. But I didn’t. I did not want to take advantage of her vulnerable state.

I wouldn’t call what we did “dating” but our conversations became more intimate and wine was usually involved with our meetings. The week before graduation Liz invited me to her apartment and I ended up spending the night. I should mention, I have limitations in the bedroom being that I suffer from premature ejaculation. But I love to go down on a woman and I’ve learned how to use my fingers and tongue to make up for my lack of penis prowess. But unlike my ex, Liz didn’t seem to mind my inadequacies. She even went down on me after I had helped her cum. My ex never did that. I was smitten.

After graduation I figured Liz would move back home and our night together would be a one night stand. But it didn’t happen. Since she wasn’t a student any more we started actually dating. As she put it I was a nice guy unlike her usual macho assholes. I couldn’t believe this beautiful creature would give me the time of day let alone wake up in my bed, but I wasn’t complaining. I was 14 years her senior, but it didn’t matter. We were happy together and less than a year later we married.

You’re probably thinking this is where she turns into a mega-bitch now that she has me hooked, but that wasn’t the case. She retained her girl next door charm and took a job organizing meetings and trade shows. She had to travel some, but not too much. She got along well with Anne. Things were great for about the first six years of our marriage but then I started to detect a switch. I started to get a sense she was getting bored with me like I wasn’t exciting enough for her. With a guy you call it the seven year itch. She always seemed happier when she would come home from a business trip and I started to suspect that she was cheating on me on the road. In bed she still was happy to let me pleasure her, but she didn’t suck my cock very often any more. She’d let me get her off and then fuck her until I came, but she didn’t seem to be that into it any more. She was becoming more distant. Our relationship was in trouble.

But of course, I let her signs slide. I just wasn’t good at confrontation and even fighting for my marriage was tough. I almost had to face up to her change in attitude when she came home from the gym two days later. Liz was always going to the gym to work out. Almost every day in fact. But tonight she returned with a glazed look in her eyes and her hair out of place. If I didn’t know any better I’d swear she just had sex.

Saturday morning she said she was going to the gym which seemed very out of place (she usually didn’t go on weekends because of the “moron” factor at the gym). She didn’t return for 4 hours. This time her clothes were askew, her hair was a mess and she was walking tenderly. I couldn’t take it anymore and asked her what was going on. She responded that she wanted a divorce. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I suspected she had been cheating. After all she was now 32 and in her prime. I knew I wasn’t providing for her sexually, but I didn’t think she’d want totally out of the marriage. Liz started to cry. Of course I consoled her.

Liz told me what was really going on and I was shocked. She confessed that the day in my office when she had been so upset was the result of being date-raped the night before. She had not been lying when she told me she always picked the wrong guys. She always went for the muscular tough guys who took charge in the relationship and especially in the bedroom. That time it was the starting tailback for the football team. As she put it, he had a strong case of the Neanderthal gene. Although she liked to pretend she was “hard to get” that night her date just took her back to his place and tore her clothes off. She hated herself not because of what he did, but because of how much she loved it. She didn’t tell him, but she came better with him than with any guy before or since.

I couldn’t believe what my sweet innocent wife was telling me. During our marriage while I would eat her pussy she would be thinking about him and that was what got her off. I asked if she was sleeping around on her business trips and she confessed she was. This fed a fantasy I had one that I had never confessed to her but which drove my own orgasms when I made love to her.

Growing up I was bullied a lot in school. That shouldn’t be a surprise. But there was one bully in particular that always taunted me with the threat “I’m going to fuck your mother” or “You’re mom sucked me off last night.” While I was repulsed at the time, the thought stayed with me. I learned to masturbate and invariably the image of this bully fucking my mom or forcing her to suck his cock always got me off. When I got married the image of a strong man fucking my wife began to play prominently in my fantasies. When I was inside of Liz especially, I’d imagine myself being much better than I was. Instead of squiring in a minute or two, I imagined her squirming under a cocksure stud that made me watch as he fucked her brains out. It was warped to be sure, but I always came hard.

I don’t know what made me blurt it out, but I told her I didn’t care if she cheated on me. She looked shocked, but I explained that I loved her and didn’t want to lose her. I said if another man could give her the pleasure I could not, I didn’t mind if she slept around. Little did I know just how much that confession would change my life.

Liz responded with a confession of her own. She said the guy who date-raped her, James, had recently moved back to town and they met at the gym. The first night he told her she was going to blow him in his car and she did without question. The next time she saw him at the gym he fucked her in the backseat and then he ordered her to meet him at his apartment this morning where he fucked her for hours until neither one of them could cum again. Liz told me she hated what she did to me, but couldn’t help herself around him and that nobody could make her cum like he could and that it wasn’t fair to me to have to share me with another man.

I went for broke and told her of my bully experience and what I thought about when I fucked her. It was not a good scene, but we formed almost an uneasy truce and decided we would try to make things work. I promised to try and be more aggressive in bed and she promised to tell me when she had been with another man. As you might imagine, things didn’t quite go as planned.

Monday night she went to the gym. About the time I expected her to come home, I received a call from her cell phone. It was Liz and she was breathless. She told me to look out the front window. I did and I almost dropped the phone. Her car was in the driveway and she was in another car parked on the street in front of our house. The lighting wasn’t good but I could tell she was bucking up and down on somebody in the back seat, although I could not see who she was with. She had dropped her phone but the line was still open so I could hear her guttural moans of pleasure. She came several times before I heard a male grunt and the event came to an abrupt halt. Liz exited the car soon after. She still had her workout shirt on, but was carrying her sweat pants. She was naked from the waist down except for her running shoes. She staggered up to the front porch and walked inside. She kissed me on the cheek and then plopped down on the couch exhausted.

I watched as a very muscular African-American man got out of the back seat and moved back to the driver’s seat. It had not occurred to me that Liz’s mystery man was black. He held up a cell phone and looked at the house. I heard his voice through my speaker tell me to come get her phone. Reluctantly I walked outside. I wasn’t afraid to meet this guy who satisfied my wife like I never could. But my cock was still rock hard from listening to him fuck her. I was harder than I remember being any time I had been intimate with Liz. I didn’t want him to know how excited I was from watching their frenzied passion. The guy rolled down the passenger window and tossed me the phone.

“Your wife is a great fuck,” he told me. “Too bad you’re too much of a wimp to satisfy her.”

I didn’t say anything, but I probably nodded. He sounded just like the bully who promised to fuck my mom but now it was coming true with my wife.

“Liz begged me to fuck her without a condom and to fill her pussy with my cum. Be a good husband and go eat her out. She told me what a wizard you are with your tongue. Put it to good use and get her off for a change.”

With that exchange he sped off into the night. I returned to the living room still hard as nails. Liz was splayed on the couch.

“You hate me don’t you?” she asked.

I didn’t say a word. I set her phone down and got down between her legs. I would have thought she would have been surprised, but apparently James had told her I would do exactly what he commanded. I dutifully cleaned her pussy of the mix of her juices and his cum. Then I went to work on her clit and gave her another orgasm. When I was done, I thought she would pass out. But I saw a glint in her eye when she spotted my cock straining against my pants. To my surprise she released it from the confines of my slacks and gave it several quick strokes.

“You’re going to cum soon aren’t you honey,” she cooed. I tried to think about anything but sex right then.

“James says you are a wimp who doesn’t deserve me,” she said still stroking my cock. “He said I should be his fuck bunny.”

She kept stroking me. I could feel my cum rising from my balls. I looked down at her. She looked so sexy have just been fucked by a real man. I must admit having the taste of his cum in my mouth along with her juices was turning me on.

“I can live with this arrangement, honey,” she cooed never letting up pressure on my manhood. “You will remain my husband, James will remain my lover and everybody wins.”

There was no way this relationship would be that easy, but I was way too turned on to care. I exploded shooting a huge load into her face. Liz was not amused. She told me to lick her face clean of my nasty cum. Of course I did it and then we went to bed. Liz seemed to sleep easy. I tossed and turned visions of James fucking Liz and my eating his cum danced through my head. Of course I was hard again.

Waking to a new day and a new life I wondered what changes my wife had in store for me. As it turned out, not too many. I guess overall she was pleased with our life together with the exception of needing a real man to turn her loose in bed. When she would get home from working out at night she would give me a kiss. Sometimes I could taste the cum on her breath. Other nights she would have me eat her pussy. I could always tell when she had been freshly fucked. Whether she had sucked a cock or fucked one, I always got hard and had to jerk myself off. It got to the point where I would get hard waiting for her to come home so I could see what a dirty girl she had been.

The next Saturday she didn’t pretend she was going anywhere but James’ house. She also didn’t come home after 4 hours like last week. I waited all day for her to return. I knew she would want me to obediently lick up James’ cum from her well used body and I wanted to be home from her. Anne was staying with us that weekend and didn’t understand why I just wanted to hang around the house. But what could I tell her? Should I say “your step mom is out cheating on me and I’m waiting to lick her clean?”

Fortunately Anne went out for the evening before Liz came home. She was a total mess. Her hair was wild (it was obvious there was dried cum in it) and she was walking funny. As usual I was hard and couldn’t wait to hear what James had done with her. It turned out it was more than I could have imagined. Liz didn’t want to talk about it at first and then began to weep as she finally confessed about her day at James’ house.

Liz confessed she had been looking forward to seeing James without the usual rush she felt at the health club and that after last weekend’s monumental screwing she hoped for a repeat performance. Liz acknowledged she was naked, on her knees and sucking off James when another man entered the room. James had placed his hand on the back of her head to make sure she would not pull away while he introduced his brother, Tommy. It was clear to Liz that James had no problem with his brother watching her suck him hard. If fact James made it clear that Liz would be taking care of Tommy as well.

Liz told me that having two men to service was amazing. She said they took turns fucking her whenever she could suck one of them hard. She also confessed that James had spanked her and that Tommy had fucked her up the ass. I had my pants off at this point and was furiously stroking my cock. Liz looked at me like she thought I was pathetic and she was right. Here I was about to explode in orgasm hearing my wife describe how two men had used and abused her all day. The more details Liz gave me the harder I got and the louder my moans became.

Liz described how she bent over James’ lap and how Tommy fed her his cock. It was the third time she had sucked him and it was coated with her pussy juice from when he had just finished fucking her. Liz admitted she loved the taste of her pussy on his cock. I was shocked, of course. One because she hardly ever sucked my cock and certainly never told me she enjoyed it. And two, because she had always been mad at me if I fingered her and then tried to get her to lick my finger.

After James had turned my poor Liz’s ass bright red, Tommy said he wanted to fuck her there. Liz said she struggled and tried to get off James’ lap but he, seemingly without effort, held her there.

“That’s a fine idea, brother,” he said according to Liz. “Go downstairs and get the kit. I don’t think she’s been properly opened before.”

When Liz described what they did next, I came in a puddle on the wood floor. The kit James spoke about was an anal stretcher consisting of 5 different sized plugs. The boys said they needed some time to recover from their morning session so they would use the time to prepare my thin wife for the afternoon debauchery. They started with the smallest plug. Liz said it was tough for her to relax as they greased up her asshole and slid the tapered rubber plug past her sphincter.

“Go make us some sandwiches while that plug stretches you out,” Tommy commanded. James gave her another swat on the tush, although it was more playful than before.

When Liz returned, before they ate they had her bend over and the popped the plug out of her bum. Then they pushed the second plug in. This one was larger than the first. Liz said she had never felt so full. She then described how they dressed her as a maid and finally ate their sandwiches. I was hard again.

The boys were nice, I guess. They let my sweet Liz wear the second plug for about 45 minutes before they switched her to the third size. At that point they also made her start cleaning the house while they watched her parade around in the sleazy costume. Liz told me her pussy was leaking down her thighs she was so turned on by the humiliation of being dressed that way and the fact that she knew her most sacred of holes was about to be defiled.

Liz said the fourth plug felt like it was tearing her apart. James insisted it was necessary in order for him to fit without damaging her. Liz said every step she took with the plug inside of her made her feel like she was fucking the biggest cock she ever had. The boys then brought her outside on James’ deck. She said she didn’t know if anybody saw her as she kept going inside to get them drinks and as she walked around the yard to entertain them. She said the final straw was when James pulled open her top and started pinching her nipples. She said the costume was shameful enough, but now standing outside with her tits exposed magnified the sensation. Of course she was still leaking juices from her pussy which James also checked. Liz told me she was sure she put on a great show for the neighbors as she rode his hand with her breasts jiggling out of the top of her outfit.

“Think she’s ready?” asked Tommy.

“Why don’t we ask her?” replied James.

Liz was near the point of orgasming on his fingers. She would have agreed to anything at that point, although “God yes, fuck my ass,” was definitely out of character for her. The boys smiled and brought her inside. Liz told me at least this part of her humiliation would be private and that she was thankful for that. They stripped her of her maid’s costume. Except for the plug she stood naked before them. Tommy was stroking his cock. Liz was licking her lips. James brought her to the couch and pushed her over the armrest so her ass was in the air.

“Once I’ve broken in your back door you are going to always want me there,” he boasted. “You’ll never feel full without me up your ass.”

Liz told me she prayed he was wrong, but in her heart she knew he was right. She felt the plug being pulled out of her ass and then more lube being rubbed all around and inside of her. She could feel her asshole pulsating in anticipation. She said she could tell it wasn’t snapping all the way shut anymore. Tommy went first. His cock wasn’t as big in length or circumference as his brother’s. It was slightly smaller than the last plug but that didn’t matter to Liz. She howled as the cock pushed deeply into her.

Liz told me she was moaning immediately as Tommy began to piston his cock in and out of her tight asshole. Liz was lost to the moment, but Tommy was not. “Can you shove something in her mouth to shut her up?” Tommy asked James. At this point I assumed James would have used his cock to quiet my normally reserved wife who they had turned into an assfuck slut. But he didn’t. Liz said she passively allowed him to push a ballgag into her mouth which was buckled around her head. How many times had I fantasized that I was a good enough lover to require gagging my partner to prevent her screams and moans from drawing attention to us. Now two other men were doing that to my wife and I could only jerk off to the news like the pathetic worm that I am.

I could only sit and imagine what Liz looked like impaled on Tommy’s cock. I didn’t know it yet but James took pictures after he gagged her. Liz didn’t tell me how long Tommy lasted before shooting his load up her butt. No doubt it was longer than I ever had. Liz told me how after James gagged her she slid a hand between her legs and diddled her clit while they pounded her. Knowing my wife and how she described cumming freely with James before, I have no doubt she orgasmed more times than she could count that day. After Tommy came James slid his cock up her backside. Liz told me it hurt, but she didn’t care. Plus Tommy’s cum helped smooth the way and soon James was completing the conquest of her mind. He was right. Now that she had been filled to the breaking point with his cock, anything else would be less than satisfying. I watched the dreamy look on her face as she described her lover filling her like never before. I doubted I’d ever have my cock inside my wife again. I just wouldn’t measure up. I came again on the floor when Liz described how before he came James pulled out and had me straddle and newly hard again Tommy and ride him cowboy. I could see in my mind Tommy’s cum dripping out of my wife’s gaping asshole as James once again slid his meat into her ass and the brothers finished this afternoon of firsts with Liz’s first double penetration.

I couldn’t believe how turned on listing to Liz had made me. She seemed more than happy about the experience as well. When she finally finished her story about Saturday at James’ house she stood up and lifted her skirt. She then bent over on the couch allowing me to see her still pink ass checks and the large plug she was still wearing.

“James sent you a present,” she said gleefully.

I looked at her ass briefly and then understood what she was saying. I knelt down behind her. The knees of my pants began to soak up the dual loads of cum I had left on the hardwood floor. I reached forward and the plug popped free in my hand with much less resistance than I anticipated. Immediately her asshole winked at me and cum began dripping from her sacred hole. “Damn James must cum a lot” I remember thinking as I grabbed my wife’s ass checks, spread them apart and plastered my mouth against her butthole. I didn’t bother with any tentative licks. This is what James and Liz both wanted so I attacked her with gusto. I gave her long deliberate licks cleaning up the dribbling cum. She was moaning again. Apparently I was hitting the right nerve endings as well. When the cum stopped flowing out of her ass I kissed down her thighs cleaning up the cum remnants that had flowed out of her ass before I could plug it with my tongue. When Liz was satisfied I’d done a good job cleaning her she stood up and looked down at me kneeling on the floor in a pool of my own cum. Of course I was hard again and my hand was stroking my cock.

“I’m going to take a nap now wimp. Get your hand off your cock. I may need that load tomorrow so save it for me. I want that slimy cum cleaned up so everything looks normal before Anne comes home. I don’t think she’s quite ready to learn what gets her dad off, do you?”

“No Liz. No I don’t,” I replied, although a fresh wave of humiliation washed over me thinking about Anne seeing me grovel before Liz. I watched my wife turn and walk to the bedroom. Then I went to the kitchen to get the cleaning supplies.

The next week progressed much like the last. Liz would come home from the gym and present me with either a freshly fucked pussy to lick or would kiss me so I could taste the cum in her mouth. I asked, but she never would tell me who her partner had been that night. I got the feeling it wasn’t James since I never had to suck cum out of her ass. Friday night, however, I did find the large plug buried to the hilt when she took her pants off so I could service her.

When I asked she explained she hoped James would call and would invite her over for another day of fun with Tommy. She said she put the plug in after some anonymous guy at the gym had fucked her. She said she was on fire for the thought of James fucking her ass again and that was all she could think about as the guy at the gym drilled her pussy. She said he wasn’t really any better than me, but the fantasy of James and Tommy double penetrating her again meant she came with him despite his short comings.

“I’m happy to fuck you anytime,” I said pathetically.

“I know sweetheart,” she said with a condescending tone. “But James says not until you prove yourself loyal to him. Now get down there and make me cum.”

I did as I was told. I don’t know if it was the skill of my tongue or the thought of being spit roasted between Tommy and James but soon Liz was thrashing about and grinding her pussy against my face. With a throaty moan, she climaxed hard against me. My cock was straining against my pants, a situation she noticed immediately. She pushed me back and I rolled into a sitting position from my knees. She then put her foot into my crotch and rubbed my hard on.

She mocked my hard on saying “Does lover boy have blue balls?” I did but I perceived the question as rhetorical and did not answer. She continued rubbing my cock with her foot. “Are the filled to the breaking point?” I couldn’t believe the transformation my quiet, vanilla wife had gone through to become the hellcat that stood above me. “James only wants you to cum when he gives you permission.” This was getting weirder and weirder by the minute. Liz was never forward in bed and now she was taunting me almost like a bully. “If you are a good boy tomorrow you will be rewarded.”

She left me painfully hard and my balls filled. I begged her for relief. When she turned to walk away I said something to the effect of “If you will not get me off I’ll have to do it myself,” and I pulled my pants down and grabbed my cock. She gave me a dirty look. “James said no. If you disobey him you’ll be punished.”

I hardly cared right then about James and what he wanted. I continued to stare at Liz and beat my meat. She continued to stare right back. My breathing became labored. She knew I was going to cum soon. I always came soon. She walked back over to me. I thought maybe she was going to let me finish in her mouth or at least save the last two strokes for herself, but she didn’t. She grabbed my free hand and held it in front of my cock.

“James told me how pathetic you were. Go ahead wimp,” the sneared. “Come on your own hand. It’s the only lover you are going to have for a while.”

For some reason hearing how her new dominant lover thought I was a wimp set me off and I had a good squirting orgasm into my own hand. It felt great to unload a week’s worth of buildup from my balls. I felt my legs going week as blast after blast shot from my cock. I was totally focused on the pleasure of release and didn’t grasp that Liz had grabbed my cum covered hand and was lifting it.

“I know you like to cum in my face,” she hissed. “Let’s see how much you like it.”

With that she pressed my hand across my face and began to smear my own seed across my mouth. I had to open my mouth to breathe and so I got a generous handful of goo. Liz moved her hand around my face so I was liberally coated.

“Don’t wash that off. I want you to be my boy-toy-slut walking around the house,” she commanded.

“What about Anne? She’ll be home soon,” I questioned.

“If you keep me happy I’ll let you run to the bathroom before she sees you,” my wife promised.

And that is exactly what I tried to do. While she watched TV I gave her a foot massage, a neck and shoulder massage and I ate her to two more orgasms. She was true to her word and let me scamper to the bathroom when we heard the garage door open. Anne didn’t say anything when she hugged me hello, but I still felt like I was covered in cum and knew she must have smelled it. It was the single most degrading moment in my life. Little did I know that record would last less than 24 hours.

Saturday came and went with Liz staying around the house. I was surprised James did not send for her. Perhaps he was bored with her already. At 7pm Anne said she was going out with friends and not to expect her back until late. I told her 11pm was late enough and she agreed. As soon as she was out the door Liz sprinted up the stairs to the bedroom. She returned 15 minutes later wearing the sexiest lingerie set I’d ever seen and a pair of fuck me pumps with at least 4 inch heels. She didn’t say anything to me. She just walked past me and opened the front door. Standing there was James. I had only seen him sitting down in the car. Now that he was in front of me, he was very imposing indeed. He was at least 6’ 2” tall and very solid. He was carrying a leather bag which he handed to Liz. He then gave her a passionate kiss. He didn’t seem to care that I was in the room.

“So this is Sebastian,” he said extending his hand. “Glad to formally meet you. Your wife is certainly a hell cat.”

I shook his hand. It was so weird to be standing in front of a man who had turned our lives upside down.

“So Liz told me you wanted to watch me fuck her tonight,” James stated as if it was the most normal request in the world. “Said you might pick up a few pointers to help you please her better.”

I looked at Liz who looked guilty. I was about to speak but James cut me off.

“So babe, you look incredible in that outfit. Did you pick it for me or for Sebastian?”

“For you sir,” she quietly confessed.

“Did you remember your plug?” he queried.

“Yes sir. I’ve wore it every day. I’m ready for you to have my ass again.”

“Good girl,” he complemented her on. “We’ll let’s have a look at you.”

I watched as my shy reserved wife walked over and slowly turned 360 degrees in front of him so he could get a good look at her. Her smile lit up the room. She was obviously very happy to be on display for him. She then turned to face him and raised her arms above her head. I watched in fascination as he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed both her ass cheeks. He then rubbed the center of her butt and winked at me when he confirmed the butt plug was in place.  He then pulled his arms back and began to rub her nipples. I couldn’t see them but I knew from experience they would be hard and his manipulation would be turning her on.

He continued to touch her entire body as she stood stretched out and defenseless before him. I realized that I knew how to touch all those places (like kissing the back of her ear) to drive her wild with lust, but I couldn’t remember the last time I really did so. What a fool I’d been. I thought my oral attention had been enough, but I could see this kind of attention was what she really needed. Liz was shaking in need by the time he finished his inspection. He ordered her to undress him which she joyfully did.

I was not pleased with how he looked. I was jealous of his barrel chest, ripped abs, tight calves and of course, impressive cock. Liz wasted no time dropping to her knees to suck him hard. When he was ready he wasted no time pulling out the butt plug, greasing up her ass and shoving his cock deep inside her. He pointed to the corner chair and told me to “sit down, shut up and learn.”

I had a front row seat as he pummeled her ass. The harder he thrusted the harder she bucked back against him and the harder my cock became. I’d never seen her so wild. She was a woman possessed. I could picture her acting the same way last week with James and Tommy. This version of Liz was a woman I’d never seen before. She was howling so loud I thought she would wake the dead. James looked over at me and told me to go to the kitchen and get a glass. As I walked out of the room I heard James say “you were right. He is very good at following commands.” I didn’t hear Liz’s response. I don’t think she was capable of rational thought or expression right then. 

When I returned James said, “Liz told me you came in your own face last night. That’s pretty sick dude.”

I started to correct him with what really happened but I changed my mind because he was right. I guess I really did cum on my own face.

“I see your cock is hard because you like watching me fuck your wife. You don’t have to worry. From now on I’ll make sure she is sexually satisfied. Your job is to keep her happy in the other aspects of her life.”

I was amazed how he could carry on a normal conversation with me as he continued to bugger Liz. Looking at her I could tell she was in another world. Oh how I wished I could have taken her to such a place. But I couldn’t. It took another man to give her what I could not. James spoke to me again.

“I bet you want to cum right now don’t you little man?”

“Yes James,” I said. Then I remembered what Liz had said earlier. “Yes sir,” I corrected myself.

I didn’t understand why she had called him sir before, but it seemed natural for me to do the same. James seemed pleased.

“That is correct Sebastian. Liz calls me sir out of respect for me and what I can do for her. It is proper for you to do the same. Although I will not touch you, for I have no interest in girly men, you will serve me much as your wife now does. I expect you to follow my orders without question. I have friends, both male and female who will require your services and you will serve them well.”

My hand was on my cock even before he finished speaking. He glared at me indicating I had made a grave mistake.

“You are not to touch that worthless cock unless you are directed to do so by one of your superiors.”

“Yes sir,” I answered.

Liz moaned and I saw her quiver in orgasm.

“From now on you will make your wonderful wife cum at least twice per day. Once in the morning and once in the afternoon or evening. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” I said with my eyes cast down to the floor.

“She may choose to fuck you. That is up to her. I will give her a cock ring for you so you will not shoot so fast. If I give you to one of my friends they will expect you to be able to keep it up. I have a supplier of Viagra and the cock ring will prevent you from cumming. You’ll be a stallion yet.”

I could tell Liz was not hearing anything James was saying. She was too busy cumming again as she rut against him. But I was listening intently. I’d thought about buying a cock ring before. My understanding was you tighten it around your cock to keep the blood from flowing out and killing your erection. But I also thought when you did cum and your seed could not escape it would hurt. But I guess James didn’t care about that. He wanted Liz and his friends satisfied. My comfort was far down on his list of concerns. If only I had his level of self control and discipline. How could he not cum while fucking my wife? Her ass had to be tight and the sight of her orgasming against him must have been exciting for him. It certainly was for me.

Finally James gave me permission to jerk off and relieve the pressure in my cock. His one stipulation was that I was to cum in the glass so I “would not make a mess.” That was an easy task as I only needed a couple of strokes to get my jizz flowing. I’d never looked at how much cum I really produced. The glass had a fair amount when my cock stopped twitching. James then told me that he was about to cum. He was going to fill my wife’s ass again and I was to immediately get behind her and suck out his cum. I was also to reach underneath her and finger her pussy.

“You are only worthy to suck my cum out of your wife’s ass,” James said. “Do you understand that wimp?”

“Yes sir,” I replied defeated.

James never made a sound, but he stopped thrusting and held his hips tight against Liz. Her head lifted up. She was beaming with joy and I knew this real man was filling her with his seed. I didn’t want to get myself off watching this carnal display, but I could help myself. I’d already shot one load in the glass but my cock was getting hard again. When James pulled out I had an overwhelming desire to lick his cock clean. I dropped to my knees and began moving toward him. But he pointed at Liz’s ass, gaping and leaking cum. He then moved in front of her and gave her the pleasure of cleaning him as I began the task of cleaning her.

I buried my tongue deep in her rectum. It was fowl but his cum tasted divine. Growing up I never thought I would be so turned on by another man’s cum, but I had to admit to myself I was thriving on this treatment. Liz was lazily sucking on his cock coming down from her sexual high. My fingers were dancing on her clit and finger fucking her. I never remember her being so wet. My cock was painfully hard, a situation which had been happening with more frequency since Liz first told me about James.

After I finished cleaning her out they had one more humiliation for me. The pair of them sat on the couch snuggling like a couple in love and just how Liz and I did when we first hooked up. James was laying claim to my wife and I was powerless to stop him. They joked about how hard my cock still was and Liz told me to jerk off in the glass again. They sat and watched as I stood before them feverishly stroking myself. But I was struggling to get off. I’d cum enough and there wasn’t much left.

My pair of tormentors seemed amused at my plight. Eventually, out of boredom I think, Liz got up and walked around me. She ran her fingers down my spine causing a shiver to course through my body. I could feel her hot breath on my neck as she began to whisper in my ear.

“Beat that cock, sissy boy. Mama’s got a new stud to take care of her. She doesn’t need that worthless cock any more. Your job is to go to work, make money and keep me happy. You’ll eat my pussy when I say and lick the cum from my body when I need cleaning.”

Liz continued to whisper in my ear, quietly berating me for being such a sorry excuse for a man. I’m pretty sure James couldn’t hear what she was saying but I think he understood. I continued to jack myself faster and faster. The more she verbally abused me the more I could feel another load rising from my balls ready to be released.

“You are totally worthless in bed,” she continued. “I don’t know what I ever saw in you. I was confused and scared when James first took me in college. I should have known better. Only he can give me what I need.”

And with that I shot a tiny load into the glass. I had almost no cum left and it hurt to climax without having much to shoot, but Liz managed to coax that final shot of jizz from my body and in the process seared into mind my new position in the relationship. Of course James had one more piece to add just in case I wasn’t 100% sure of where I belonged. He called Liz back to his side and then ordered me to drink my own cum from the glass.

I did it, although tentatively. When he asked how it tasted I had to admit his tasted better. Really it tasted the same, but in my mind clouded by the fog of what had transpired, his cum dripping from my wife’s ass was the only cum I wanted. Mine was vile just like I was and was not worthy of consumption. James left soon after. Liz and I did not talk about what happened but I think she was looking forward to next Saturday. I know I was.

The next week was more “normal” in that Liz did not appear to be screwing random guys at the gym. I wondered if James had told her not to or if she was just saving herself for him. Anne was staying with us the entire week and it was certainly weird to be acting like a dad to her and as whatever I was to Liz. I’m sure Anne could hear Liz’s cries of passion as I pleasured her each morning when she awoke and each night when we went to bed. Hopefully Anne just thought that is how married couples act when they love each other. Anne, while attractive, is very introverted and focused on her studies. I’ve never seen her interested in sex in any way which is unusual in today’s culture. She has a small circle of friends she hangs out with, but doesn’t really date. The one time I tried to have “the talk” with her she assured me she already “knew” everything and that she was still a virgin. I wasn’t sure I believed her, but I let the subject drop.

Saturday morning Liz told me James had told her to plan on spending the day with him but that she would be home tonight. I had been hoping he would have invited me over as well. I’d been a good boy giving Liz all the orgasms she could handle and not having a single one in return. My balls were painfully full and I needed a release. Unfortunately Liz knew how much cum I had stored up so if I took care of myself while she was gone she would know. She told me to expect “extreme punishment” whatever that meant if I came without permission.  She was dressed like a tramp when she left the house. I was glad Anne didn’t see her. Now all I could do was sit and wait for her to return.

I did some yardwork and chores around the house during the day, but all I could think about was James burying his big hard cock in Liz’s tiny asshole again. I wondered if Tommy had joined them or perhaps some other friends. Every time I let my mind wander to what they were doing to my wife I started to get hard. The urge to masturbate was almost unbearable. I had to keep adjusting my cock inside my pants and one time Anne caught me. She looked directly at my crotch and had to know I had an erection straining against my pants, but she said nothing. She appeared to be embarrassed and walked away. Soon after she announced she was going out with her friends. I didn’t have to tell her to be home by 11. She said she already knew that. As soon as she was gone I unzipped my pants and began to stroke my cock.

It took all of my willpower not to orgasm. I could feel the cum right up to the tip of my cock. It was ready to fly but I forced myself to stop. It was a terrible feeling. My pre-cum was dripping from my dick but I forced myself to tuck it away in my pants and zipped up. I prayed Liz would be home soon and would allow me to cum. I would have done anything she asked at that moment for the privilege.

Liz returned a couple of hours later. My hard on had subsided but not my desire for her. She didn’t say a word to me. Instead she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bedroom. Once inside she told me to strip. Of course my cock was getting hard already. Once I was naked, mere seconds later, she spun me around and told me to lay face down on the bed. The last thing I saw was her opening her purse before I flopped onto the bed. I felt my petite wife pull my hands backward with a force that surprised me. Then I heard the ratchet sound felt the bite of a handcuff on my wrist. She then told me to roll over onto my back and get in the center of the bed.

It was a little difficult to move without smashing my cock, but I managed to get into position. Liz was busy stripping her own clothes off. She took only moments longer than I did. She leaned over the bed and surprised me by taking my cock in her mouth. I almost shot immediately. She pulled her mouth off and looked into my eyes.

“You’ve been so good to me this week Sebastian,” she said. “I’m going to let you cum to release the pressure and then when you get hard again I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

I was shocked by the words coming out of her mouth. My girl-next-door wife had completely transformed into the whore of Babylon, not that I was complaining especially when she started to stroke my cock.

“I know your balls are full baby,” she cooed. “There’s no way you’ll last long enough to fuck me the way I need. Shoot your first load and then I’ll get you hard again.”

Her hand was like magic as she alternated between slow and fast strokes. As wound up as I was within a minute I began to squirt. Liz seemed to take great joy in bringing me off with her hand. I think it gave her a sense of power to control my orgasm that way. After the first splat shot upward she aimed my dick back toward my chest. As hard as I was shooting, however, my cum launched much further and spunk after spunk hit my face. Liz was smiling and gave me words of encouragement to “shoot a big load for mama.” And shoot I did. My face, neck and chest were covered in my own semen  before she released my cock. I was laying on the bed completely spent.

“Don’t go anywhere honey,” she commanded. “Just relax.”

I wasn’t sure if I could move. My orgasm took that much out of me. Liz turned to walk out of the bedroom and that is when I first noticed the thin purple streaks on her butt. I started to try and get up to ask her about it, but a I rolled over I felt dizzy from the effects of my orgasm so I just let myself slump over onto my back again. Liz returned a minute later carrying our laptop.

“What happened to your ass?” I asked her.

“Oh,” she said. “I’ll tell you later. I really need to get fucked right now.”

I watched as Liz positioned the laptop on our dresser. She then launched Skype. After connecting with James on a video chat, I watched as Liz adjusted the screen so the camera would focus on the bed.

“You were right, master,” Liz began the conversation. “He shot a huge load on himself. Can you see it?”

“No pet,” came the reply. “Take a picture with your cell phone for me.”

Liz opened up her purse again. I looked toward the screen. James appeared to be sitting on his couch. He was naked. There was another woman kneeling between his legs. She was obviously sucking his cock. I looked toward Liz when she told me to smile. I did it as if it were perfectly natural to pose covered in my own spunk.

“OK, done,” Liz said. “I’m going to fuck him now, OK sir?”

“You may proceed,” James replied. “Summer and I will watch.”

My cock was still flaccid after my orgasm, but Liz cured that by taking me in her mouth and giving me a better blowjob than I ever remembered receiving before. I guess she was learning new skills too. I look at the screen and the woman with James was now sitting next to him. She was very cute with curly hair. But what stood out was a massive set of tits. She was stroking James’ cock and her chest was jiggling just enough to let me know her breasts were real. I was so jealous of him.

Liz was doing a fine job of bringing my cock back to life. She started alternating between sucking me and stroking me. Whenever she stroked me she would look back at the screen to make sure James and the mystery woman had as good a view as we did. Soon I was hard as a rock again and ready to fuck my good lady. But she had one more trick up her sleeve. Back into her purse she went and when she returned she was holding the infamous cock ring they had discussed last week.

I remember thinking as she slid it around my cock and tightened it down to trap the blood engorging my manhood that at least she let me cum once. I can’t imagine how painful this would have been without draining my balls first. Liz then turned toward the laptop and mounted me in a reverse cowgirl. I slid down to the base of my cock in one stroke. She was looser than I remembered her to be.

Liz began to slowly grind her pussy onto my cock. I alternated my gaze between her ass and the laptop screen. James and the woman appeared to be enjoying the show. Liz’s arousal was growing by the moment.

“That’s good, slave,” James’ voice rang out. “Fuck yourself for me. I want to see you cum on him.”

First she had called him master and now he called her slave. I didn’t know what was going on but I wasn’t about to complain. I was finally fucking my wife again and I wasn’t about to do anything to jeopardize that. For her part Liz was thoroughly enjoying herself. Looking up I could see she had her hands on her tits. Looking to the side at the mirror above our dresser I noticed she was pinching her nipple. She wasn’t fondling her breasts, she was pinching them hard. What happened at James’ house today? My wife returned as a different woman. With a shriek she came and came hard. Of course that triggered my own orgasm, only my cum didn’t have any place to go. I yelled out in pain as the muscle attached to the base of my cock contracted and spasmed but found no relief. Liz didn’t slow down.

“Turn around and fuck him cowboy so we can see your ass,” Master James commanded.

My wife followed his order immediately. Now I got to see the pleasure on her face as she continued to ride me with reckless abandon. Watching her was always one of the reasons I came so quick with her. She was just so beautiful I couldn’t help myself. With the cock ring preventing my release, however, I suffered a succession of mini-cums causing me pain not pleasure. Liz, however, free from the bonds of having a quick shooting husband continued to ride me through three more orgasms of her own.

Finally she was spent and climbed off my cock. It was purple and angry looking as the blood had been denied the refresh of oxygen. She unstrapped the cock ring and almost immediately I began cumming. Once again she aimed it at my chest. There wasn’t much jizz to shoot the second time, but I’m sure it made James laugh to watch me shoot on myself. As I started to come down from my orgasm I looked to the laptop. The woman had James’ cock in her mouth.

“Your wife did this earlier today, Sebastian,” he proudly told me. “She’s turned into quite the skilled cocksucker. I tied her up and teased her until she begged me to let her cum. I used a cane on her ass just because I could. I kept her on the edge of cumming for about 4 hours until she finally cracked and called me her master. She begged over and over for me to fuck her, but I told her today she had to fuck you. It was my gift to you. Don’t expect it often.”

He stopped talking and I saw his body stiffen. He obviously just pumped a load into the willing mouth of his big titted companion. He looked very relieved. When she came up for air I could see her licking her lips. She was smiling and seemed very happy.

“Next Saturday you are going to play with us. I will also need Liz all night Wednesday. I’m having some guests over to play poker and need a maid.”

Both Liz and I replied, “Yes sir,” in unison. James then cut the video link. Liz shut down the laptop and got a washcloth out of the bathroom to wipe off my cum.

“Don’t worry about that honey,” I told her. “I like how it feels. It reminds me of how much I love you.”

Liz didn’t respond. I think she was disgusted. She did remove my handcuffs and then she went into the bathroom to shower. I jerked myself off again. I had no cum left in my balls, but I couldn’t help myself. I struggled to orgasm again until I pictured myself being James’ maid for his poker game. His party was a mix of strong looking men and beautiful women and I was there to attend their every need.

After Liz returned from her shower, refreshed and looking innocent again, I asked her what James had done to her earlier. She told me a tale of how James tied her spread eagled to the bed and then teased her until she thought she would die from the need to cum. She said she pledged to do anything he wanted in order to gain her climax. He told her he wanted to spank her and she promised to allow him to do that if he untied her. Once she was free, she said she happily lay on his lap while he spanked her like an insolent child. She said he teased her pussy with his fingers enough to keep her on the edge of cumming. She said she almost did just rubbing herself on his knee while he paddled her ass.

After the spanking he cuffed her hands above her head and used a soft flogger on her breasts, stomach and thighs. She confessed she wished he had hit her pussy because she thought it would make her climax. Then he turned her around and used the cane leaving the marks I had seen. Liz told me she was sure James was going to fuck her to complete her submission but instead he had sent her home with orders to take her pleasure from me. I asked her about the woman I saw on the video call but she said she didn’t know who she was and that she wasn’t there when she left. I wondered how many other wives James kept in his stable.

The rest of the week flew by. Liz was spending more time at home. I was continuing to make sure she came at least twice a day. The one night she went out (Wednesday for the poker game) I was overcome by the urge to check her browsing history on her laptop. She had been surfing adult toy sites and looking at a lot of bondage gear. Apparently she really liked what James had done for her last weekend. I had not been crazy about the handcuffs, but of course I said nothing. That night she returned obviously well used. Rode hard and put away wet I believe is the appropriate phrase. But she gave no details and I didn’t ask. The cum I licked from her pussy tasted different from Master James’ cum. So did the cum in her ass. I wondered how many men had been there and how many had availed themselves of her charms. Not that it really mattered. She was happy and I was happy that she had been pleasured.

Saturday rolled around. Initially Anne said she didn’t have plans for going out. I was worried that meant James would not be coming over, but then Liz whispered something in her ear and she changed her tune. I watched as she started a call on her cell phone. I didn’t catch the first thing she said but I did hear “my parents want to fuck so I need to leave for a while.” I couldn’t believe this came out of the mouth of my virginal daughter. Five minutes later Anne was gone and Liz was changing into her sexy lingerie. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do so I sat in the living room waiting for James to arrive.

It felt so strange opening the door for the man who was going to fuck my wife. Even though it wasn’t the first time and he had watched us fuck on the laptop, I still was uncomfortable. As matter-of-factly as you can be, he told me to strip while we waited for Liz to return. Thus James was sitting fully clothed in the living room and I was naked when my beautiful wife descended the stairs. Just like the last time he was here he had Liz stand for inspection and just like last time her ass was plugged. And just like last time I was hard from watching this man so completely dominate my wife.

This time James had different plans for us. Instead of just making me sit and watch, he handcuffed my wrists behind my back and told me to lie down on the floor. I didn’t like the prospect of having my cock wrapped again, but of course I did as I was told. What happened next surprised me. From his bag of tricks he pulled out a ball gag and affixed it to Liz to “keep her quiet.” I wondered if I was going to witness another caning. Instead he told her to straddle me in a 69 position. I was treated to a close up view of a very wet pussy. Nobody had touched her yet but her anticipation had her flowing. My cock stood up proud from my body, but I realized the ball gag would prevent her from sucking me. That wasn’t very fair.

James busied himself taking his clothes off. His cock was at medium firmness. Since Liz’s mouth was out of commission I wondered if he expected me to suck him hard. Fortunately he didn’t. He ordered me to start licking Liz’s pussy while he tugged on his cock to finish getting himself ready. Then he pushed himself into her pussy. His balls hit me on the nose as my mouth was plastered to her clit. She made a mewing sound I had not heard before. I took that to mean she liked what was happening.

How can I describe the feeling of watching another man’s cock up close and personal as he gave my wife the pleasure I could not? Obviously I felt inadequate as Liz continued to mew, moan and of course climax. Her juices were dripping from her pussy and landing on my face. I continued to work her clit in the way I knew drove her wild, but I knew my tongue was only part of her pleasure that night as James’ heavy balls continued to slap against me. My cock was painfully hard, of course, and I wished my hands were free to relieve the pressure. But like Liz had done to me before, all I could do was lie there suffering. There was no reprieve for the wimp.

Liz’s position meant she was looking down at my engorged cock. The importance of the ball gag was apparent. I’m sure she would have sucked me off while James and I serviced her pussy. But that would have given me pleasure and my pair of tormentors didn’t seem inspired to do so. Liz came several times as James crushed her from behind. I wondered how long he could last. I was sure he would cum deep inside her and then order her to sit on my face to let his cum drain from her pussy. Maybe then they would give me some relief. Then my world came crashing down.

The garage door opened and I heard Anne walking back in the house. She was talking on her cell phone. I began to struggle, although with my hands bound I wasn’t going anywhere. As she walked into the living room she dropped her phone. I felt Liz tense. James didn’t slow down. In fact he gave Liz a swat on the ass. The sound echoed in the room and Liz began bucking against him again.

Anne picked up her phone and told her friend she would have to call her back. I couldn’t see her face through the tangle of body parts but I imagined her standing there open mouthed trying to figure out what was going on.

“So you are the lovely Anne I’ve heard so much about,” James said breaking the ice. He stopped pumping my wife long enough to extend his right hand to my daughter. I could see just the tip of his cock remaining in contact with Liz’s labia. I’m sure Anne got a good look at its glistening length.

“What the hell is going on here?” Anne asked. “Dad, what are you doing?”

I was too ashamed to speak the truth to her. Fortunately James spoke up.

“Your step-mom is a very sexual woman. She has needs your dad was not satisfying. We have an arrangement. Fortunately I am more than capable of providing sexually for her. Your dad is insecure about his sexuality and does what we tell him.”

“Dad?” she said again with an inflection of disappointment.

“It’s OK honey. What Master James said is true.” I didn’t plan on calling him master. It just slipped out. I now understood how Liz was so easily able to call him that.

James continued with my humiliation. “Liz, your husband has been a good boy and needs relief. I want  you to give him a handjob.”

Immediately Liz began to stroke my cock. My whole body tensed. James was going to make me cum in front of my daughter and it wasn’t going to take long. Looking up I saw his balls begin to move backward and his cock plopped out of Liz’s pussy and landed on my face with a heavy thud.

“Oops, sorry about that Sebastian,” James said mockingly. I knew it wasn’t an accident, but would Anne? James repositioned his cock at the entrance to Liz’s pussy. She rocked her hips back. It was obvious she wanted more and didn’t care if Anne was watching.

Anne never said a word. James continued to fuck Liz who came even faster than I did. Of course I shot fast blowing a load straight into my wife’s face. I was crying in shame and apologizing to Anne as soon as I stopped cumming. I still would be if James had not pulled out and shot is own load into my face. That pretty much sealed by fate with Anne as I coughed and spit out another man’s cum. James slapped Liz on the ass again and she rolled off of me. James then stood and helped her up. I was laying in a pool of cum on the floor. Anne looked at me and then turned and ran to her room.

James took the ball gag out. Liz said she would go and talk to her. James said to “take the kit” with her. I didn’t know what that meant. I don’t think I wanted to know. Liz walked out of the room following Anne. James helped me up and told me to go wash up. I went into the bathroom and washed my face and crotch. Then I sat down on the toilet and cried. I stayed in the bathroom for 15 or 20 minutes. Returning to the living room I found James, still naked, lounging and drinking a beer.

“Your wife is very special Sebastian. I am very proud of her.”

Suddenly I was overcome with rage and I lunged at James. Of course violence was never my strong suit as any school bully who encountered me would tell you. James simply moved to the left and I crashed into the couch. He then pushed me to the floor and stood towering over me.

“Let’s not go there Sebastian. We both know I would beat the shit out of you. I would then tell Liz to divorce your sorry ass. Is that what you want?”

“No sir. Sorry sir,” I replied slipping back into my submissive nature.

“I want to explain what is going on,” he said in a soothing tone. I wondered if that was the tone he first used with Liz. “Your daughter is obviously upset. Liz told me she is a virgin. But at that age her hormones are raging and I’m sure she has her own needs and desires which could be brought out in the right situation.”

The way he was talking sounded like he also had plans for my daughter. When will this nightmare end?

“I have instructed Liz how to seduce Anne. Believe me when I say I’ve taken many a virgin’s cherry and know exactly how to get them to spread. Watching Liz cum so hard made your daughter’s pussy wet. I guarantee it. Even though she would have been repulsed by watching you cum, her curiosity will get the better of her. Anne will start by giving her a hug to comfort her. You may have noticed Anne didn’t wipe your cum from her face. That was on purpose. Anne will accidently get a taste of your seed on her lips. She will be disgusted but it will make her think of me and my hard cock splitting her step-mom in two.”

I hated to admit it but his plan sounded plausible.

“Liz can be very convincing. She will tell Anne how liberating it is to submit to a strong man and how much pleasure she receives every day. She will tell Anne how you service her morning and night and how I make sure she has all the cock she can handle. Anne will resist, but Liz will break down her defenses. I give you this promise. I will not pop her cherry. But by the end of the night she will suck me off and drink my cum.”

“Please master,” I begged. “Leave my daughter out of this.”

“The decision is hers to make, Sebastian,” he said. “Liz and I will simply lay out some options and she will come to her own judgment about what is right for her.”

I couldn’t talk anymore. James was destroying my life. Having already turned my wife into his sex slave he was now turning his attention to my daughter. My sweet innocent daughter. I wanted to believe Anne would resist and tell Liz to leave her alone. But I never thought my wife would succumb to the charms of the man who had date-raped her so many years ago. I knew in my heart James was speaking the truth. 30 minutes later I had my proof.

I heard Anne’s bedroom door open. I first saw Liz. She had cleaned her face (or maybe Anne had I wasn’t sure) and her lingerie was disheveled. She was walking toward the living room with her right hand extended. She was holding a thin leash. I followed the leash down and backward to see what I already knew I would. The love of my life, the sweet naive lamb, my innocence personified daughter was crawling behind my wife. She had a small collar around her neck and she was wearing some of my wife’s lingerie. Liz led her in front of me and then had her turn around and face James. Her butt was high in the air and her head was down. She had a plug in her ass.

“Master,” Liz spoke clearly and proudly. “The sweet young Anne has something to say to you.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. 45 minutes ago Anne was repulsed by what she saw us doing in the living room. How my wife convinced her to join our kinky games in such a short period of time I might never know, but Anne was clearly on board.

“Sir, my step-mom has told me of your great power,” my virginal daughter confessed. “Please make me a woman tonight.”

I couldn’t look at her. I was staring at James with a fiery intensity as if I had any control over what he was going to do. I watched as Liz handed him the leash as if she was handing over the family dog. I was shaking in fear for my daughter, but I was powerless to intervene. James said nothing. He just began walking toward the bedrooms. Anne crawled behind him. Liz looked at me with disgust.

“Even now you can’t stand up for yourself can you,” she scolded me. “You know what he is going to do to her don’t you? At least I made that choice for myself. But she is confused and will never be the same.”

I looked down at the floor ashamed until I heard James snap his fingers. “Sebastian, crawl behind us. Liz you may join us.”

My eyes were focused on Liz’s feet as I crawled toward the bedrooms. James handed Anne’s leash to Liz and told her to wait inside the bedroom. He then ordered me to sit outside the door. I leaned with my back to the wall and James went inside closing the door. At least I didn’t have to watch him defile the love of my life.

I quickly realized it would have been easier if I had been inside the bedroom. Sitting outside I could only listen and imagine what was happening. In my mind, the experience was probably worse than in real life. James moved slow in his conquest of Anne. I guess when you are that confident of yourself you don’t need to rush. My wife kept reassuring Anne that everything would be OK. From the sounds coming through the wall I could gather that Liz got down on her knees and taught Anne the proper way to please a man orally. Then Anne got her turn. Both James and Liz gave her pointers. Just like when I watched James with my wife the first time I was in awe that he didn’t cum right then. His level of control still amazed me.

After a while, he told Anne to lay back on the bed and spread her legs. I imagined she thought she was going to lose her cherry and was excited. James had other plans however and told her to rub her pussy for their entertainment. At first she was quiet, but I could tell she was becoming more excited as James interrogated her about her sexual life before that moment. While Anne maintained she was pure of body, except some awkward fondling and two hand jobs, she was definitely not pure of spirit.

I listened as my sweet baby told James of her sordid fantasy life and the visions in her head when she masturbated. I pictured her lying on her bed, fingers in her pussy and eyes in a far away land as she described in great detail how she got herself off. Her moans of pleasure interrupted her narration more and more frequently and I was sure she would cum soon, that is if James had not stopped her.

I knew what was coming next even before Anne did. James was hard and she was wet. The only question in my mind was whether he would pop her cherry or fuck her ass. He had told me he would leave her virginity intact. But I didn’t believe him. How could he resist the gorgeous creature I knew was laying on the bed? Then I heard him order my wife to get her lube and the order for Anne to get on her hands and knees. I wanted to rush in and save her. But my cock was hard from listening to her moan and I couldn’t explain that. I was also scared that James would make me do something to her. Like a worthless piece of trash I stayed where I was while Anne pleaded for James not to fuck her “that way.”

I could hear my wife reassuring my daughter. Liz was telling her that everything was going to be alright. That she had been scared the first time too but now she loved it and that she had trouble cumming without James’ cock in her ass. That certainly didn’t make me feel good after she rode me so hard. Liz continued to encourage Anne that giving herself in this way was the best thing she could do. I could tell the moment James replaced the plug with his fingers to smear the lube around by baby girl’s ass. I knew the moment he pressed the massive head of his cock against her puckered brown-eye. My own ass clinched reflexively as he began to ease his dick into her helpless to resist body.

If I could have traded places with her at that moment I would have. But that was not James’ plan. He wanted both of my girls as his loyal subjects. Anne began to calm down a bit after he finally was buried inside of her. Liz was still trying to give confidence to Anne as James began to fuck her. I pictured my wife on the bed in front of Anne holding her face and looking into her eyes. Trying to get Anne to focus on her and let go of her fears. Being the slug that I am I was now stroking my cock to the rhythm James was setting. I pictured his coal black skin contrasting with my daughter’s alabaster as he towered above her. My balls were on fire ready to shoot another load in tribute to my family’s submission. Anne was no longer screaming in pain but instead had found pleasure. I knew she was no longer my princess but was well on her way to being James’ cock whore.

Faster and faster I stroked my cock as he continued to pound my daughter’s ass. He was as relentless as he always was with Liz. I was sure my wife was more than a little jealous watching her step-daughter get what James given her before but saw fit to tease her with earlier. I am ashamed how hard my cock was and that I shot a very large sticky load onto my chest when I heard the flower of my life howl in orgasm on his cock.

For a while all was quiet in the bedroom. I’m sure Anne was spent as was James. I was surprised I didn’t hear Liz. Perhaps, like me, she had been masturbating and climaxed in unison with us. I leaned back against the wall trying to calm my thumping heart and catch my breath. I was covered in a mix of sweat and cum. My hand was still gripping my cock, although it was deflating. I door opened and James walked out.

“Don’t get up. I’ll show myself out,” he said. “Bring Anne around next Friday night to my place.”

I turned my head to look at him as he walked down the hall. Gathering my strength, I stood up and walked into the bedroom. As I had suspected, Anne was sprawled on the bed. Her legs were open and her ass looked well used. Her head was in Liz’s lap. Anne looked content as Liz stroked her face. I didn’t have anything to say. Both girls noticed I came on myself. Again. I could read their faces. They didn’t have to say what they thought about me.

The next week Anne stayed with her mother for the most part. I didn’t know if she was avoiding me or whether it was just her normal rotation between us. I had told her James wanted her on Friday night. She didn’t commit one way or the other. Liz seemed inspired by Anne’s initial plunge. She came home every night with her pussy or ass dripping of cum and forced me to lick her clean. I lapped up the anonymous discharge without a complaint. I was happy to do so and she seemed happy to let me. One thing she didn’t do was let me cum. Maybe she was still upset about how I came while Anne was being butt fucked or maybe she was just being cruel, but by the time Friday rolled around my balls were painfully full.

I thought Anne wasn’t going to show up, but at 6:30pm she walked through the door dressed as, of all things, a Catholic school girl. I don’t know where she got the outfit since she went to public school, but she even put her hair in pigtails to try to get the look right. She said James had texted her and told her to dress that way. She then lifted her skirt to show us she didn’t have panties on underneath. She had also shaved all of her pubic hair. She said James wanted her to “babysit” tonight and that I was to play the concerned father and drop her off. I was then to wait for further instructions.

Anne made quite a bit of money babysitting through the years. I’d driven her to many a friends’ house. Of course this was different. Neither of us spoke on the way to James’ house. I found myself sneaking peeks at her legs. They were on prominent display due to the shortness of her skirt. The knowledge of her being without panties made it worse. My mind kept wandering. I knew she was probably wet with anticipation of being with a real man tonight. Certainly tonight James was going to take her cherry. If I was stronger I would have turned the car around. Looking at her legs I also kept thinking if I was stronger I would pull over and run my hand up under her skirt. I knew that was sick. I’d never felt the desire to touch her before. But I knew she was grown up now and I was driving her to a night of deviant sex. So my mind wandered to places it shouldn’t go. Finally we arrived. I pulled to the curb and Anne gave me a peck on the cheek and thanked me for driving her. She walked up to the front door. She looked like she didn’t have a care in the world. I wondered if she knew that last week at our house was probably just a warm up. If she didn’t, I think she got the idea pretty quick.

I did as I had been instructed. I sat in the car out in front of the house. I saw James and Anne in the living room through the picture window. Of course I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but it seemed clear that he was expecting her to follow orders more directly than she had at my house. As I suspected, without Liz there to run interference and try to cajole Anne into participating, Anne might be in for a rough night.

I watched as James had her stand for inspection, a pose I knew well from Liz.  Then he must have ordered her to strip because she quickly shed her clothes. James then inspected her again. His turned her and positioned her in the window so I could get a good look at her naked form. With the lights on in the room I imagine the window was acting as a mirror. She would have been looking at herself and at James standing behind her as he wrapped his strong arms around her. I couldn’t look away as he cupped her breasts and started playing with her nipples. Her open mouth promised sounds of pleasure emanating from her as he began to move his hand down to her pussy. If she knew she was on display to the world she didn’t seem to care. I could tell her focus was on convincing James to do more with his fingers than tease her.

I couldn’t help but get hard as I watched this superior man so easily manipulate my daughter’s emotions. This in turn fed my self loathing, but I didn’t care. If James had sent me a text to whip my cock out I would have done it and sprayed cum all over the car window. Instead I had to watch as he wrapped a thick collar around my precious daughter’s neck. He then clipped a leash to it. I figured the show was over. But James had two more surprises for me. First he held the leash up just out of view of the window. I watched as the leash went taught and then Anne began to walk out of view. But James stayed still staring out of the window at me. Somebody else obviously was inside the house. Then James really surprised me. He opened the front door and walked to the car. Then he opened the passenger door and sat down.

“How are you doing Sebastian,” he said as if we were best friends. “Anne’s in good hands. Let’s go get a beer and get to know each other better.”

I was stunned. I didn’t know how to react. I wanted to question him about who just took control of my sweet Anne, but I couldn’t speak. I just put the car in gear and pulled away. Slowly I became more comfortable as James directed the conversation and we got to know each other. He gave me directions to an upscale club he knew. It was the kind of place I would have never gone into by myself. It was elegant and filled with beautiful people. James explained that it had the reputation of a singles bar, but that the people who frequented it were of a higher social class than your typical college town bar. The women were all top shelf and dressed to kill. James told me they were here looking to find a short term hook up. The guys seemed all to be successful although not all were as handsome as James and certainly not as confident. James explained money and business success went a long way in this club which explained why some of the best looking women seemed to be slumming with guys that, well guys that looked like me. Of course I could not offer them the financial rewards others were offering or the Greek God physique of the other guys.

I got to watch James work his mojo. He seemed to have his pick of the women. He oozed confidence which was like an aphrodisiac in this place. It became clear which women were willing to accept a hook up and which were looking for more. James quickly discarded the ones who wanted more than he was willing to give that night. I was jealous of his skills. We would talk to a woman, of course I was pathetic barely able to contribute and soon James would escort the fine lady to the dance floor. I was amazed by how far these ladies let his hands roam. Most seemed willing to allow him to do whatever he wanted. However it was easy to spot his favorite. She was a fiery redhead who not only allowed his hand access under her skirt, but also clearly grabbed his cock. From my vantage point I couldn’t tell if he was hard, but the look on her face told me she found something that pleased her in his pants. I had the feeling James would be taking her home that night. Or at least taking her out to my car while I sat alone at the bar.

I watched as James whispered in her ear. Then she looked back at me and shook her head. I imagined James had asked if she had a girlfriend for me. James then looked deep into her eyes. I could see her resistance starting to melt. He took her hand in his and rubbed it against his crotch. He nodded. She shook her head. This unspoken dance of wills continued for about ten seconds. Her hand on James’ pants covered dick must have been working its magic because soon her negative nods became a resigned yes. Then James put his arm around her and directed her back to our table.

“Let’s get a round of drinks and celebrate,” James said and headed toward the bar. The redhead sat down with me.

“What did he ask you?” I questioned her. Then I added meekly, “if you don’t mind telling me.”

The woman took a deep breath. I could tell the answer was embarrassing for her.

“I am not a slut,” she said.

“Of course not,” I countered.

“James told me if I wanted him to fuck me, I had to blow you first.”

She had a look of disgust in her eyes. She clearly didn’t want anything to do with a loser like me. I didn’t tell her that I probably cum as soon as she touched me. I had that problem whenever I was with a beautiful woman who was so far out of my league. Thankfully James returned with the drinks. The woman and I both downed ours very quickly. James seemed amused.

“So I see you are getting to know each other. Good.”

We stayed at the club for another half an hour or so. All told we were there about two hours. I had a pretty good buzz on and so did the woman. James, of course, was totally in charge of his faculties. We had not spoken of their arrangement, but I could tell she was still thinking about it and trying to decide if it was worth sucking me to get to James. I figured her consumption of liquid courage was helping her make that decision. Then James mentioned it was time to go. Her time of decision had arrived.

I guess I still don’t believe that James drove my car while the woman serviced me in the back seat. I had watched him work his magic close up. Just the promise of being with him had turned this woman into a cock gargling slut. As I knew I would I came very quickly into her mouth. When she sat back up I could see James looking at her in the mirror. He told her to masturbate and get herself turned on so he didn’t have to do all the work when we got back to his house. I think she looked even more disgusted at that suggestion than the one to blow me. But that didn’t stop her. I guess she figured she was committed at that point.

She came just before we arrived back at James’ house. I figured I would wait in the car while they went inside. I hoped whoever was with Anne was done with her and she could come out. Of course I also thought about James sharing the redhead with my daughter. The new conquest seemed ready for most anything by that point. Instead James invited us all inside.

Inside the house the moans of a woman obviously being fucked hard filled the air. I knew those guttural sounds of animalistic sex were originating from my daughter, but I couldn’t help but get hard again. I don’t think red was too surprised that somebody else was already having sex. We both were surprised however when James led us to the master bedroom.

I was right about who was being fucked. As before last weekend at my house the love of my life was getting her ass drilled and enjoying every thrust. She was tied spread eagle to the bed with a pillow under her hips. Instead of James, however, a blonde woman was doing the honors wearing a thick black strap-on.

“Sebastian meet Summer,” James began. “She is my wonderful slave although on occasion I give her a treat and let her top. She is going to aid in my training of Anne.”

I watched as this powerful woman never broke stride and continued to defile my daughter.

“Nice to meet you Sebastian,” she said. “Anne is going to make the most perfect slavegirl. She’s wonderfully submissive once you get her turned on and desperate.”

I couldn’t help but watch Anne squirm under the masterful control of Mistress Summer. She was a strong, but curvy woman with amazing firm natural breasts. Immediately I began to picture myself under her control. I saw myself being ordered to eat her pussy and even began to imagine being on the business end of her strap-on.

James began to question Summer about how their evening had gone. I imagined that was more for the benefit of red than for himself. I could sense he was testing his latest conquest to see just how much he could shock her before she balked. I heard about spanking, paddling, oral servitude, clit and nipple teasing and torture and even my sweet Anne’s pledge to be available whenever Summer called. The whole scene was setting an unspoken expectation for red to follow. James’ final question was if Anne’s virginity had been preserved. Anne confessed that it was, although given her new penchant for anal sex the presence of her hymen seemed unimportant.

“Well tonight we will correct that,” James announced. “Summer, is Tony still downstairs?”

“He’s tied right were we left him before Anne arrived,” she replied.

“What?” said Anne. “He’s been here the whole time?”

“He’s been begging me to let him fuck you ever since he nailed your step-mom. I told him if he pleased Summer earlier I’d give you to him. Summer, did he earn that gift?”

“He was pretty good. I rode his face and fucked him to a couple of good cums. He’s been resting for a while. I’m sure he’ll get it up for her.”

“Was she good tonight? Has she earned becoming a woman?”

Summer looked down at Anne who was trying to turn her head to look at us.

“She has potential. Her tongue is pretty skilled and her attitude is right. She needs more practice in giving pleasure, but that will come with time.”

“Well I want to see for myself. Please escort Sebastian back to his car. You can go home Sebastian. I’ll make sure Anne gets back after we are done with her. Anne, I have promised this lovely woman I met at the club a night of pleasure. You will service her like you did your mistress and then you will prepare me to fuck her. Then I will allow Tony to make you a woman.”

Everybody seemed perfectly willing to follow James’ pronouncement. Summer began to untie Anne. Her ass was still gaping from the abuse Summer had inflicted on it. I was still thinking about her doing the same to me trying to imagine how it felt.

All too soon I was being escorted from the bedroom. Instead of going outside, however, Summer led me to the basement explaining she had to check on Tony. We entered a small family room with a locked door at one end.

“Is that the dungeon?” I asked hoping the answer was yes.

“It is. Take your clothes off. You need to make me cum before you leave,” Summer commanded.

Well that was the kind of command I was happy to follow. I had falling instantly in lust when this blonde goddess first appeared before me. I was ecstatic to drop to my knees before her and worship her pussy. I must have been doing something right as she possessively grabbed my head and ground her pussy on my face. No doubt fucking my daughter had turned her on as she quickly showered me with her satisfaction.

“I’m going to talk to James about lending me to you for a weekend,” she proudly announced.

“Oh mistress that would be wonderful,” I said without thinking.

Summer looked down at me. “Oh, you think I’m your mistress do you?”

I realized my mistake. “Only if Master James commands it.”

“Your daughter called me mistress and then I fucked her ass. Be careful what you say.”

My cock started to get hard at the implication that if I called her mistress she would use the strap-on on me. “Maybe Master James can have my wife and daughter for the weekend and I can spend time with you.” I made sure not to over promise, but I knew what I wanted that weekend to look like.

“We’d better check on Tony and get you home,” Summer said ending the conversation.

Summer walked over to the heavy oak door, out of place in a basement, and unlocked the deadbolt. She walked inside flipping on a light switch. I followed her. Inside I did a quick assessment of the room. Somehow I expected fake rock paneling on the walls and shag carpeting. Instead there was linoleum tile and sheetrock. The walls were lined with restraints and implements of torment. In the center were various pieces of furniture I didn’t understand including a wide bench which appeared adjustable with cuffs at the corners and by the headrest. It was obvious this apparatus was designed for long her restraint. I expected to find Tony bound there but I did not. In fact nobody else was in the room. I was confused.

“Where is Tony?” I asked.

“That is not important,” Summer replied reaching into a case on a shelf near the door. “Take a good look at that bench. That is where I’m going to fuck you if James approves.

I walked over to the bench. It was leather and thickly padded. Each arm and leg was articulated as was the headrest. It appeared that a victim could be either comfortable or secured in pain based on the whim of his/her partner. I turned my head to look back at Summer. Part of me hoped she had put on a strap-on and would take me right then. She had an evil grin on her face, but no dildo. She was holding a small box in her hand with two metal points sticking out of the front. Before I realized what was happening she pressed the contraption against the back of my thigh.

With an evil laugh I watched her push its button. I felt the first shock even before I heard the buzz of electricity coursing through my leg back to the other connection point. I felt dizzy and slumped against the bench.

“That packs a wallop doesn’t it?” Summer asked rhetorically. “It’s an old school stun gun used to keep insolent slaves in order. It’s not as debilitating as a taser, but you will be very agreeable for the next few minutes. If your give me any grief you are going to get a shot to your balls. Understand?”

My leg was numb, but I could still nod.

“Bend your ass over on the bench,” she commanded.

As I was following her instructions I took another look at the myriad of whips, paddles and crops hanging neatly displayed on the wall. Exposed as I was going to be, I had a sense my backside was going to be turned red if I didn’t follow her instructions.

“There is something you need to learn quickly, Sebastian,” my goddess began to explain. “Master James doesn’t care about wimps like you. Sure he likes to humiliate you in front of your wife and now your daughter, but he’s strictly into women. He’ll take your women and train them to serve him, but as for you, you are mine. My master doesn’t let me play on my own often, but when he does you are going to serve me well.”

She punctuated the sentence with a slap on my ass. I thanked her.

“The proper way to respond is thank you Mistress Summer.”

She spanked me again, her bare hand feeling tantalizingly good on my butt. This time I responded as she wished.

“Better,” she replied. “Now add may I please have another.”

And so my training began. Within minutes of walking down the stairs my mistress had reduced me to a naked, crying heap of broken man begging her to beat me harder. Her hand gave way to a paddle which soon was switched for a flogger so she could work on my back and legs. My body was on fire and my cock was hard rubbing against the bench. I didn’t dare touch it. Mistress Summer had warned me about cumming without permission and I knew I’d squirt after 1 or 2 strokes.

I felt a euphoric release of emotions as Mistress Summer continued her conquest of me. Although I got off harder than I ever had when Master James would humiliate me in front of my wife and daughter, I felt in my heart that submitting to Mistress Summer would be even better. I wanted nothing more than to please her and knew I would not refuse any request she made of me. I prayed silently that she would let me lick her pussy or even better to fuck her. I knew she deserved better than my pathetic cock, but hopefully she would let me try to make her happy. I began to lose track of time and definitely was no longer thinking of my sweet daughter being defiled upstairs.

After Mistress Summer decided I had learned why kind of pain she could inflict if she chose, she told me she wanted to give me some pleasure. She told me to stay bent over the bench and that she would be right back. I could hear her walking around the dungeon but I couldn’t see her. Finally I sensed that she was behind me again a feeling that was confirmed when my asshole puckered involuntarily when I felt a cool gel being applied to my backside. Then I felt the pressure of a gloved finger pressing against my asshole.

“Just relax,” my mistress cooed. “I’m sure you’ve had a prostate exam before.”

She was right. My doctor had stuck his finger up my ass before. Although I never admitted it to anyone, when he massaged my prostate it did feel good. I ‘d since done some research and found most guys like that sensation, but will never admit it. That was where I was at that moment. But Mistress Summer didn’t make me admit I wanted her to finger me. She was going to do it whether I said OK or not. Again she relieved me of the need to make any decisions. She knew what would make me feel good and what she enjoyed doing to a man.

She wiggled her finger around in my ass and then would pull out and add more lube. She greased me up thoroughly. In retrospect I should have realized she was preparing me to take more than just her finger, but at that moment I was lost in the sensation and the lust of submitting to her. When she was satisfied she pulled her hand away and gave me another spank. This time remnants of the lube splatter across my ass.

“Hold the position a little longer slave,” she commanded.

I didn’t move.

This time she returned with what I later learned was a large glass butt plug. It hurt as she pushed it into my ass, although the stretching felt like I was taking a massive shit it really didn’t hurt long or as bad as the paddle on my ass. As soon as my ring snapped shut to the base of the plug, I actually kind of liked it. It was ticking my prostate and I knew from the shape I could not push it out myself. God how I hoped she would relieve my cock soon. I felt like I was going to burst. Of course she had other plans.

Mistress Summer told me to stand up and walk with her. Well not exactly with her. Behind her. Two steps behind and one to the right to be exact. The plug made it difficult to walk. Fortunately we only had to go about 10 feet before we reached a free standing closet with a full body mirror on the front. Mistress told me to twirl in front of the mirror and look at her handiwork. The front of my body was its usual pale not out in the sun enough self. My backside was another story. I’m sure the color had already faded somewhat. By back and legs were a light pink, but my ass was starting to turn purple with bruises. I doubt my wife would have noticed my back and legs but if she saw my ass she would know I’d been beaten. Of course Master James probably told her of his plan to give me to Mistress Summer so hiding what happened probably wasn’t a big concern.

After about 15 seconds of looking at myself, Mistress Summer opened the wardrobe. Inside was several leather and latex outfits. Some looked like costumes, in fact I could see a maid’s costume that I briefly fantasized would look great on my mistress, and several full body suits. This was what mistress chose for me. I’d never worn latex before. Heck, I’d never even seen a suit like that before. It looked very small and I wondered how it would fit on me. As if she was reading my mind, Mistress Summer explained.

“I’m going to cover you in baby powder. That will make this slip on easier. There is also a zipper up the back. It will be a tight squeeze, but I think you will like it.”

Tight wasn’t the word I would have used. Unyielding was the proper adjective. After a struggle, she had me encased head to toe in the shiny black material. While the suit did not have feet, Mistress Summer put tight boots on my which zipped shut up to about the middle of my shin. There was a 4 inch heel. I’d never walked in heels before which slowed me down as did the extreme fit of the cat suit. I wasn’t going anywhere fast. On my head my mistress put a hood over me which fit like a swimming cap only it was long enough to cover my entire head down to my neck where it met the cat suit. At first as she pulled it over me I started to get stressed out and hyperventilate. But with soothing tones my mistress convinced me to relax. While there was no eye or mouth holes in the hood there were two small holes covering my nose. I couldn’t see more than vague shapes, but I wasn’t going to suffocate. That knowledge made it easier to accept my new position.

Mistress Summer helped me back to the bench. This time she lay me down on my back. I then learned the purpose of the articulated arms and legs on the bench. After securing my wrists and ankles tightly with some straps, mistress adjusted the bench so my arms were stretched outward as if I was spread eagled. She left my legs together. Then she pulled the zipper holding the suit together at my crotch and opened it reliving some of the tightness and more importantly letting my cock spring free. I didn’t actually expect her to allow me to orgasm. That would be too much to ask for I realized, but at least it wasn’t pressing painfully into the latex like a torturous jock-strap.

Mistress Summer then announced it was time for her to get more pleasure. I thought that meant she was going to fuck me. But instead she straddled my head and began to slide her pussy back and forth over my covered face. I’m sure the latex was slick with her juices. There was no way to conceal what she was feeling based on the moans echoing off the concrete walls and the smell of arousal flowing through the tiny air holes in my cap.

Mistress Summer started slowly but soon she was riding my face with abandon. And I loved it. I was bound hand and foot unable to help or stop her. I was a toy for her pleasure. I sensed she was nearing orgasm. Thinking back to how she told me not to cum without permission I wondered if she had the same restriction given to her by Master James. I decided she must have been instructed to get herself close but not climax because she started to slow down a little and then would speed up again, but I don’t think she came. At least she didn’t have the big screaming orgasm I would assume she would erupt into if given the opportunity. Finally I heard the door open and three sets of feet walk into the room. I also heard the audible gasp of a woman.

“Stop,” was the simple one word command issued by Master James and the beautiful woman masturbating herself on my face froze.

“Oh my God,” I heard Anne say. My heart sank, along with my cock, as I realized my daughter was in the room. At least she wouldn’t recognize me dressed this way. She’d still think Tony was downstairs.

“Anne, Jillian, as you can see, Summer has been very well trained,” Master James explained.

I put in my memory bank that the red headed woman from the bar was named Jillian. I wondered what they must be thinking.

“As I explained upstairs, my slaves are not allowed to orgasm without permission. Usually you will be in my presence but if I instruct you to cum somewhere else, you must call my voicemail so I can hear you.”

I wondered how Master James ever got so confident that he could order a woman to only cum in his presence or on the phone. I had no doubt both women would follow his instructions and realized why Summer had struggled so hard to stay on the edge but not go over.

“Anne, my special slave Summer will also be your mistress. She will train you how to be a good slut. We will both teach you how to control your lust and your orgasms. Tonight you will become a woman.”

I didn’t want to believe what I just heard him say, but I knew then that he had not taken my daughter’s cherry. I was pretty sure he didn’t intend for Summer to get that privilege which only left Jillian and me. And I was the only one with a cock so guess who was going to get that task.

“But first, my dear Summer needs a reward. Would you like to cum, slave?”

“Yes master,” I heard Summer reply. “More than ever.”

“Very well. Get a chin strap. You can demonstrate the proper technique for riding a cock to Anne.”

I wanted to cry. Master James was going to “force” my sweet innocent daughter to take her own virginity on her father’s cock. But all I could think about was helping my mistress cum. In my mind she deserved it after having to deal with me for the last hour. I felt her sliding a harness over my head and then pressure against my chin. Then I felt Summer mount me again and the pressure against my chin increase until her ass was against my face again. Also returned was the sweet smell of her arousal assailing my nostrils.

“Please master can I begin,” I heard her beg.

“Anne, look at how well the dildo fills her,” I heard him explain. I then sensed the three other people had walked over for a closer look. “Slowly Summer. Show her how it’s done.”

I felt the pressure lessen and then I realized what she was doing. She had mounted a dildo on my chin and was fucking herself. I could feel the hot breath of my daughter as she was positioned right over my head watching the dildo disappear into the increasingly passionate Summer.

“Watch it slide in and out and imagine that is his cock penetrating you. That is what you want isn’t in Slave Anne?” he asked.

Mistress Summer had picked up her pace and was now moaning in passion, but it was Anne who was struggling to breathe. Finally she managed to agree that she wanted a cock and she wanted it now. Master James instructed her where to find a cock ring saying he wanted to be sure she got all the cock she could handle. I wished I could talk to tell her to beg James to take her cherry and that he would give her more cock than I ever could, but my bondage prevented that. This was going to happen whether I wanted it to or not. I felt a delicate hand on my cock.

“Wait one minute Anne,” James told her. “I want you to watch Summer orgasm.”

Master James instructed Summer to count down from twenty, one number per stroke, and then she could cum. James had trained her well for her to withstand such pleasurable torture. Summer slammed her ass down on my face harder and harder. She obviously was concerned only with her pleasure not the impact she was making on my face. I also imagined Anne and Jillian watching in awe as this beautiful woman finally exploded in the kind of orgasm they had probably only dreamed of having. I also thought how seeing her cum sealed their fate as they would do anything for Master James to give them that kind of climax. I pictured Jillian dropping to her knees right then and kissing his feet or sucking his cock. But my happy vision of the beautiful redhead submitting was short lived. As Summer climbed off me I realized Anne was next.

I shook against my bonds. It was futile but I had to try. I cursed through my latex cap, but I doubt I was intelligible. If I was nobody seemed to care. I heard James ask Jillian if she knew how to put on a cock ring. She said she was familiar with the device. He told her to show Anne the proper way to use it while he explained how it would keep the blood in my cock until she was done with me.

“That might be a while,” I heard my daughter exclaim. I started to feel dizzy.

“Calm down sweetie,” I heard Mistress Summer console me. “You know you both want this.”

I then felt someone beginning to climb over my leg. I prayed that it was Jillian. I prayed that James had already taken Anne’s virginity and this was just an elaborate ruse they were playing on me to amuse themselves. I felt the wet lips of an aroused pussy contact the head of my penis. Then slowly it began to envelop me. I pictured Jillian on top of me. Slowly easing her way down onto my cock. But the feeling I was getting was too tight. Jillian let herself get picked up at a bar and sucked me off to get at James. There was no way her pussy was as tight as the one encircling my dick. No, it had to be Anne. They had not been lying. I started to cry.

Anne was going slowly. I knew it was because she was inexperienced. The effect was to tease my cock beyond belief. If she had been doing it on purpose I would have called her a cock tease and wanted to slam my hard-on into her. But she was my little girl and I wanted her to go slow and stretch properly. I’d never had a virgin before. I would have enjoyed this if I had a different partner. But all I could do was lay there while she impaled herself on me. Finally I felt the resistance of her hymen. I could tell she felt it too. I imagined her looking up for advice. I wanted to scream, “Just do it already,” if for no other reason than to end my nightmare.

I heard her cry out in pain as the protective tissue gave way. There was no denying it. I had defiled her in a way which would probably require her to have years of therapy. But in the moment, I don’t think either of us cared. She began to ride me like a pro and my cock strained to release its torrent of cum held back by the insidious ring. At some point I felt her switch positions and lean over me instead of being upright. I never found out if James or Summer pushed her down to take the chin dildo I was wearing into her mouth. She was rocking back and forth as if she was with two guys, a situation I’m sure James had already planned. Anne was grunting in pleasure. I was struggling not to make a sound.

I heard Summer commend Anne for cleaning off her juices. She then added that soon she would be able to drink from the source. I pictured Anne between Summer’s legs while James fucked her doggie style. I felt my balls contract and try to shoot a load. But it was not to be. All I had was pain and my cock remained hard for Anne to continue fucking herself.

I wondered how long it would take for her to cum. When she asked for permission to orgasm I was proud of her for learning her submission lesson so well. Pride was a strange emotion to be feeling right then. Anger would have been more appropriate. But I also had a sense of satisfaction that Anne was getting pleasure and I’m sure James and Summer were also pleased. I expected James to toy with her and make her try to wait. Certainly she was not as controlled as Summer and would cum without permission. I expected James to set her up to fail so he had an excuse to punish her. But he didn’t. He simply told her to cum and almost immediately she climaxed.

I could tell she sat back up as her mouth was now empty and she was yelling at the top of her lungs. I heard Summer exclaim that “this one is a keeper” and “she’ll be popular.” My own cock was throbbing as I tried to climax. I was clinching and contracting over and over again and yelling into the hood. Finally Anne slowed down and then stopped. My cock continued to twitch. I wished they would remove the cap so I could beg to cum. I didn’t even care if Anne learned I had been the one who made her a woman.

But Summer seemed in tune with my pain and after Anne dismounted she told my daughter she had a responsibility to relieve me. She instructed her how to remove the ring, how to cup my balls and how to stroke my cock. There were no illusions in the room about how long it would take me to cum. I knew it was my daughter stroking me and I didn’t care. I would have preferred that James didn’t order her to open her mouth. I would have preferred to have her aim my cock at my chest like so many humiliating times before. But I knew the game my master and mistress were playing. It was less about my submission and how they were going to control Anne. As I came in her mouth I knew they would use that knowledge someday to further dominate her. I heard her begin to choke as volley after volley of cum shot from my cock. I could feel some dribble onto my leg from her mouth and I heard the sound of Summer giving her three hard spanks for “losing some of that delicious cum.”

When I was done and Anne had regained her composure, I heard James tell her to share some of that delicious spunk with Jillian. I heard the sound of a passionate kiss and then felt another firm hand on my cock. Someone was stroking it. I assumed it was Summer, a fact that was confirmed when she whispered in my ear not to lose my boner because she wasn’t done with me yet. I groaned in frustration. What else could they want from me tonight?

I heard footsteps leaving the room and the door shutting. I then felt the mask being removed. The first thing I did was take a deep breath. The second thing I did was squint as my eyes adjusted. My mistress was still standing there although the rest of the room was empty. She was smiling.

“You did well my slave. So did your daughter. Soon she will be turned into quite the little slut.”

I didn’t want to respond. I was still in shock at having been the one who took her virginity and I was still ashamed that she had made me cum. Summer looked down at me. She could tell I had been crying. I was surprised when she cradled my head against her ample bosom and tried to console me and tell me everything was going to be alright. She told me she could sense that both Anne and I needed the treatment we had received. She told me that she would soon meet my wife and based on what James had told her the need for submission ran in the family. She gently stroked my head and I began to calm down.

“Where do we go from here?” I asked her.

“Well, James gave me approval to fuck your ass. He says you are a worthless piece of shit and need to learn how to submit to a dominant woman.”

“I thought I already did that,” I countered.

“Well, you did,” she replied. “But you still had some fight in you before Anne mounted you. I need to get that out of you. When I make you my bitch and you cum again from it you will realize you are worthless and only good to give pleasure to others.”

“I don’t want that. Let me go,” I shouted.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” she told me, this time not to lovingly as she grabbed both my cheeks.

“Fuck you!” I shouted garnering an inner strength I didn’t realize I had.

“Fuck me, huh,” Summer said with a chuckle. “OK, the hard way it is.”

Bound as I was I had no hope of escape, but I still had a little pride. Of course that was soon gone. Mistress Summer seemed to relish the taking of my anal virginity. She started by taking a red ball gag off the shelf. Just to taunt me she rubbed it against her pussy before shoving it in my mouth. Her taste was heavenly. I started to slip back into submissive mode.

Next she adjusted the bench so my legs were spread and unzipped my suit further so besides exposing my cock she now had access to my ass. Although it is hard to believe, I had forgotten with everything else that happened about the plug she had used to fill me. I lifted my head to watch as she examined me. She pushed and pulled the plug just a little toying with me.

“Yes, your ass stretched nicely. Soon you will not need a plug to prepare you.”

I wanted to cry again but I was determined not to let her see that. I watched helplessly as she went back to the toy cabinet and returned with a fairly large (OK it looked huge but I’ve learned that is really wasn’t that big) strap-on harness and dildo. She showed it to me and commented that there was a small dildo on the inside so she would get pleasure as well.

“I’m going to fuck you until I cum so you better at least act like you enjoy it and help me get off.”

She was also holding a large vibrator “for both of us,” she said. I gritted my teeth. This was really going to happen. I shut my eyes. I didn’t want to watch. Soon enough she had fitted the harness around her hips and was tugging the plug. Coming out hurt almost as much as pushing it in, but as soon as it was gone I was overwhelmed by a feeling of emptiness. Summer was gracious enough to relube my ass before she put the tip of her dildo at the entrance.

“Here we go slut,” she told me. Her choice of words made it clear I was the woman in this arrangement.

With my ass having been stretched for over an hour, I offered little resistance for her assault. In hindsight I was glad she chose a smaller strap-on. Not that I knew any better at the moment. Summer held the vibrator against my balls. I think she got a little tingle each time she buried her cock to the hilt, but mostly the sensations were for me. I was surprised how pleasurable it was to be fucked. The mix of prostrate stimulation, the vibrator on my nuts and finally Summer’s hand beginning to work my hardening cock was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I didn’t have to fake my pleasure to help her cum. In fact I didn’t want her to cum to quickly. I loved what she was doing to me and wished I’d discovered this year ago. My moans of pleasure mixed with her own. The sounds of lust echoed in the room. Summer kept up words of both encouragement and derision to keep me in my place. Once thing for sure was if I came before she did I could expect to be beaten severely. I wasn’t concerned about that. I was just worried about pleasing her. I begged her to cum for me. I promised to be a good slave for her and to eat her pussy or present my ass whenever she wanted.

She told me her pleasure was at the discretion of Master James but that she expected me to serve my wife and daughter with all my heart the way I was pledging to serve her. She told me that wasn’t just sexually but that I was to dedicate my life to making them happy. It felt so right for me to pledge my service to these three women. I promised to do whatever I could to make their lives better. I promised to do whatever I was told. I promised to be a good boy.

Apparently I pleased Summer because soon after she had a noisy, quivering orgasm. The look in her eye was kindness, admiration and yes, even a glint of genuine affection. I could see that the dominant role wasn’t her natural one and I understood why her greatest pleasure would come from serving Master James. But at the moment, she was still stroking my cock and her strap-on was still buried in my ass.

“Same test James gave me. Count down from 20 and then you may cum.”

And much like she had done while fucking my face, she made the most of the 20 strokes I received from the strap-on. She slammed her cock into me with a ferocity far beyond any I’d seen a man fuck a woman. With the straps holding me I had to ability to recoil and absorb some of the thrust. I had to take it. The submissive act of counting down until I was allowed to cum was an exercise in debasement, humiliation and finally acceptance of my new place in life. I’d like to say I made it to zero, but I didn’t. I shot my load with 5 strokes to go. Mistress Summer immediately dropped my cock as my cum began to ooze out.

“Bad boy. You must learn to control that thing,” she chastised me. But there was still a glint of favor in her eye.

“Of course it took me a long time to learn to control my climax. James could make me cum practically just by looking at me. I was punished a lot before I learned but it is still tough when he teases me. I will not tell him about this little indiscretion if you don’t.”

That seemed like a very good deal for me so I quickly agreed. After that Summer untied me and helped me out of the latex cat suit. It seemed weird to be standing there naked after so much time. Summer directed me to a small bathroom with a shower. After I was done before I was allowed to dress Mistress Summer had me kneel before her a kiss her foot. I was hers now and also pledged to my wife and daughter. Summer let me dress and then escorted me upstairs and to my car. It was a location I should have been in hours ago. But oh how my life had changed in those two hours. Walking out of the door I heard my sweet Anne scream again in orgasm from one of the bedrooms. I wondered if James was fucking her or if she was with Jillian. Perhaps she was masturbating and putting on a show for the others.  My mind was a rage with possibilities.

Summer escorted me to the car. She had not dressed. She was still naked but didn’t seem concerned about walking out of the house that way. When we reached my car she give me a passionate kiss. I felt more connected to her than I was with my wife.

“You need to wait here. We’ll send Anne out when she is done. She’ll likely be sore tomorrow and need to sleep. Give her anything she wants. Help her make sense of everything. She’s had a long confusing night. You’ve been a good boy. I look forward to playing with you again. Good night.”

And without waiting for an answer she turned and ran back toward the house. I sat and waited. How was I going to explain to Liz that I was the one who took Anne’s cherry. Maybe I didn’t have to. Maybe Anne still thought I was Tommy. After all I was covered from head to toe. Maybe this would be my little secret. I was sure life would not be so simple, but I could dream.

I expected Anne to come out fairly quickly as I had heard her cum as Summer escorted me out of the house. But apparently the boundless energy of youth meant she was a long time from finishing. Or perhaps the three adults taking advantage of her just took turns fucking the shit out of her. Or perhaps she fell asleep at some point. Whatever the reasons she didn’t leave the house until the sun was pink on the horizon. She looked like she was having trouble walking. No doubt both her holes had been fucked and by a bigger dick than I had. I was sure Summer or Jillian used the strap-on on her too. Perhaps the DP’ed her or even filled all three of her holes at once. I tried to shake those naughty images from my head before she opened the door.

“Thanks for coming back for me dad,” she told me.

I couldn’t bring myself to tell her I’d spent the night waiting. This way maybe she wouldn’t realize what we had done.

“No problem lovebug. How was your night?”

I wasn’t really sure I wanted to know.

“It was crazy. I’m definitely an experienced kinkster now, as Master James called me.”

She didn’t mention losing her virginity and I didn’t press the issue. In fact we drove home mostly in silence. Back at home she went straight to her room to crash. When I walked into my bedroom my wife was in bed asleep. Pulling back the covers I noticed she had her butt plug in. My own ass twitched in sympathy. Liz stirred waking up slowly.

“Hi Honey,” she said. “What a night I had.”

I didn’t want to tell her nothing she could have done would have been worse (or better) than the night Anne and I had.

“James sent Tommy and two other friends over. They took turns fucking me. They insisted on cumming in my ass and then plugging me to wait for you. Some woman called about 4am saying you would be home soon and that you learned to appreciate a woman sitting on your face.”

My face burned with shame. Although she was obviously tired she must have been keen on removing the plug because she got up and straddled my head. She then began to pull the plug out. I knew I was about to be rewarded with the cum of three men, one of which I had impersonated while fucking Anne. I hoped Liz never talks to Anne about this because if she knows Tommy was here I would be so busted. Liz scooted down and let the cum drain from her ass. She then told me to lick it clean and finally bent forward so I could lick her pussy and nibble her clit. At least I knew how to still please her orally although I had no idea where our lives were heading.

The next couple of weeks we fell into a routine. James was right about turning my sweet Anne into a complete slut. See seemed to be going out with a different guy every night. She would come home with her clothes disheveled and her hair messed up. In my mind I could smell the spunk drying on her body under her clothes. At least she didn’t make me lick off the discharge of her suitors. That was a task Liz continued to make me perform. Although she didn’t go out as often as Anne, I could tell Liz was probably with more total partners. Each night when she came home I would immediately follow her to the bedroom and eat her pussy and suck her ass until she told me to stop. Usually that meant giving her two or three additional orgasms.

Liz was getting very adept at treating me like the piece of shit that I am. It was clear the only think I was good for in her mind was bringing money home to the family and pleasing her orally. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her, but every time I was between her legs I longed to feel her fucking me like Mistress Summer had done. I even started to fantasize about have Liz fuck me while I ate out Anne.

On Saturday night James and Summer stopped by. James stayed to fuck Liz while I watched, my face burning in shame as his cock gave her the pleasure mine could not. Summer picked up Anne and they went out. I don’t know where they went and Anne wouldn’t tell me even though I badgered her about it. But when she returned she was having trouble walking. I assumed Summer had beaten her and then fucked her like she had done to me. Anne seemed happy about what transpired, but I was curious. I was hoping she would give me insight in how to get back into James’ dungeon with Summer dominating me again, but it wasn’t to be.

Fourth of July was fast approaching and Liz informed me that we were hosting a party. She said her new friends (I assume that meant James, Summer and whoever she’d been fucking) would be coming over. She also said it would be my independence day. But she wouldn’t elaborate. I was nervous. Liz made sure I had the house ready. She even bought me a maid’s costume so I could look the part while cleaning the house. When I had to work outside in the yard she made me wear tiny brief style Speedo. I am thin and kind of lanky so the swim suit really looked inappropriate. I wondered what my neighbors thought of me on my hands and knees weeding the flower beds with my ass in the air and a tiny black swimsuit covering my butt. In the end it didn’t matter. I was pleasing my wife so she could be proud of our house when her new lovers came over and that was all I cared about.

James and Summer were the first to arrive for the party. Summer was carrying another outfit on a hanger covered by a dry cleaning bag. My heart sank when I saw it was another maid’s costume. This one was a French maid’s style and it was made out of leather. It also had large fake breasts attached to it. Summer made me dress the part. By the time she was done I was also wearing a long blonde wig, fishnet stockings with a garter belt, a thong and I was teetering around the house on high heels. I was instructed to mingle with the guests, serve drinks and carry the snack tray around. Needless to say I was not really motivated to comply (although I knew I would) until Liz pulled me aside and told me she would make sure I have the best orgasm of my life later if I did this for her now. She then gave me a kiss on the cheek. It was a simple kiss lasting just a moment, but I sensed a feeling of appreciation for me on her part that I had not felt for a long time. Of course I would do what she wanted.

I didn’t know most of the guests. Aside from Summer, Liz and Anne they were all guys. I guess there were about a dozen at any given time, although they came and went frequently so I don’t know how many were there in total. Liz and Anne seemed to be taking turns sneaking off to the bedroom with one or more of the guys. They always came back smiling. Some would leave and a few stayed to party. They all looked at me with disgust. James and Summer did not partake in the bedroom festivities. They seemed happy to mingle and converse with the guys. I could tell I was a frequent subject of the conversation although I didn’t want to hear the specifics. I’d deliver the drinks or snacks and the turn and retreat back to the safety of the kitchen.

On two occasions Liz tracked me down and brought me to the bedroom to pleasure her. I could tell the bed had seen a lot of action. Besides having her grab my head and pulling my mouth tight against her oozing pussy to clean her out, she seemed to delight in pressing my face against the wet spots on the sheets and making me lick the mix of fluids from so many contributors. Anne seemed happy just to fuck whoever wanted to fuck her and basically ignored me.

The party finally started to wind down. Both Liz and Anne were just walking around naked, their clothes ripped from their bodies long ago. Summer also had stripped off her party dress but was still wearing a corset and stockings. She had been directing some of the guys in how to best pleasure my women but also had taken the time to suck on James’ cock. Apparently the sexual energy of the party had gotten to him and he ordered her to blow him while he sat in my recliner in the living room. After she was done and licking her lips savoring every last drop of his load she asked if she could pick out a couple of guys to fuck. With a wave of his hand James said “three,” and off she went pulling three willing partners into my daughter’s bedroom. Oh how I wanted to watch her getting ravaged. I pictured her on her hands and knees getting double penetrated by two studs while the third stood in front of her and fed her his cock. I also dreamed of cleaning her up after they were done with her. It was a crazy night.

Finally only James, Summer, Liz, Anne and I were left. The women were all pretty fucked out. James had only cum the one time in Summer’s mouth. I was a little afraid that he would want me to suck him off again. I would have if he asked, but apparently he had other plans. He must have been the one to instruct Liz to promise me a huge orgasm because he had something special and dangerous ready for me.

“Have you ever heard of autoerotic asphyxiation?” he asked me.

The nervous look on my face was an obvious answer.

“I’ve never done it, but I’ve always been curious about it,” James continued. “When the brain is deprived of oxygen, it induces a lucid, semi-hallucinogenic state. When you cum the rush is said to be no less powerful than cocaine, and highly addictive. Of course some have accidentally killed themselves trying to catch the rush, but don’t worry, we’ll be here to make sure nothing goes wrong.”

Liz had wandered over and added “Don’t worry honey. I’ll make sure my favorite tongue is safe.”

James sent Summer back to the car to get his bag of tricks. She returned with a duffle bag and we headed to the basement. Summer dumped the bag onto a table. There was a coil of rope already tied with a noose on one end. There was also his usual assortment of cuffs, blindfolds, gags, dildos, Summer’s strap-on and butt plugs. I was surprised he had not brought them out earlier, but I guess the girls just wanted to start with straight sex. My experiment apparently heralded the start of the kinky part of the party. Summer then brought over a chair and positioned it under a beam in the basement ceiling.

“Don’t worry baby,” she cooed to me. “I’ve done this before. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced. You’ll cum so hard you’ll be ruined for straight sex.”

I didn’t like the thought of that. I’d read the stories of guys accidentally hanging themselves. James told Anne to bind why wrists behind my back. That seemed strange as I though the purpose was for me to jerk off. But I played along. Then she helped me onto the chair which I thought was too unstable. Liz was busy on her iPad. Apparently she was doing research.

“Hey guys listen to this,” she exclaimed. “It’s from Wikipedia. The carotid arteries (on either side of the neck) carry oxygen-rich blood from the heart to the brain. When these are compressed, as in strangulation or hanging, the sudden loss of oxygen to the brain and the accumulation of carbon dioxide can increase feelings of giddiness, lightheadness, and pleasure, all of which will heighten masturbatory sensations.”

Everybody listened with interest but nobody but me seemed concerned that I was about to choke myself for their viewing pleasure. This orgasm had better be worth it I thought as Anne slid the noose over my head and tightened down the knot.

“OK Sebastian,” James began. Liz is going to pull those little panties you’ve been wearing down. She will stroke your cock. When you start getting close to cumming I need you to kind of squat down and let the rope tighten the rest of the way. Don’t jump off the chair whatever you do. When people get hung they executioner drops them to break their neck. We don’t want that to happen. Liz is going to keep stroking you until you get right to the edge of passing out and then she’ll finish you off. Summer is going to record this on the iPad. I bet you will shoot a load six feet. Ready.”

I nodded. I didn’t have any choice anyway.

Liz quickly pulled down my panties and my cock sprang free. It was already hard. It didn’t know any better. Liz poured some baby oil on my dick and began rubbing me. She was kneeling in front of me looking up at my concerned face. She was smiling.

“Let go your worries baby. Mommy is here. She’s not going to let anything bad happen to you. You were born to serve me. You were born to serve others. I love when you eat cum from my ass and pussy. I’m so glad you were the one to pop Anne’s cherry and make her the slut she was born to be. I can’t wait to fuck your ass like Mistress Summer did. She said you came so hard. This is going to be the best summer ever.”

Liz kept up her encouragement. Did she just accidentally tell Anne I was the one who took her virginity? How did she know Summer had fucked me. James must have told her. My cock was a rock in her hands. Even the look of disgust on Anne’s face didn’t soften me. She kept looking at me and then looking at James. I don’t think she knew before that I was the one in the basement that night. I looked at her and tried to mumble an apology but my mind wasn’t working. What could I say anyway? “Sorry I fucked you honey and made you a slut?”

I felt myself involuntarily buckling my knees tightening the noose. James told Liz to slow down a little. I began to feel light headed. “Oh baby, please let me cum,” I begged Liz. I saw her look to James for approval. He shook his head. I looked back down at Liz. She was staring at my cock. The room began to spin and my vision was becoming blurred. I saw Summer holding the iPad recording the action. I saw Anne get up and walk upstairs. Again I begged for Liz to finish me off. James said “Not yet. Soon.”

I could feel my balls beginning to swell. If I survived this was going to be a monumental orgasm. I began to take more of my weight off my legs and transfer it to the noose. I could feel the rope constrict against my neck. I was sure James really intended me to pass out. If that was what I needed to do to orgasm then that is what I was going to do. I saw Anne returning down the stairs. She was carrying the dry cleaning bag. My eyes opened wide and suddenly I could focus. She walked up to me and slapped me hard across the cheek. Liz began stroking me harder. I moaned.

“You sick fuck,” Anne screamed at me. “You should have protected me. Instead you gave me to James. Do you know all the fucked up shit he did to me and all the guys he made me fuck. Now I learn you took my cherry that night. You gave me the orgasm that changed my life? You were the one that turned me into a cock whore? Well fuck you! You want to cum so bad you will asphyxiate yourself? Well fine motherfucker. See if I care!”

Anne slapped me again and I dropped my head in shame. Liz’s hands were flying against my penis. I was about to explode. The lack of oxygen and the humiliation and shame of Anne’s tirade coupled with the knowledge that she was right had me on the edge. Then I felt Anne putting the dry cleaning bag over my head. Immediately I lifted my head and began to struggle. I had a flight reaction. She was going to kill me. My struggles knocked the chair loose and I took all my weight on the noose. My mind was spinning. The world was blurring again and starting to go dark. I felt the biggest load of my life rising from my balls and then a bright light searing into my brain as I felt my orgasm begin. I gasped for air. The world went black. Was I dead?