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From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

Subject: Story: Chastity Belt Roulette 1/4 (TG, femdom)

Date: 3 Dec 1994 09:05:11 -0500

Chastity Belt Roulette

Chapter 1

In a small town in New Jersey a small group of husbands and

wives meets each weekend for a very special evening. The purpose of

the evening is for the husbands to provide total, complete and

absolute service to the wives in any manner they see fit, while the

husbands compete for a chance at Chastity Belt Roulette. You see,

each husband is locked into a very secure and nonremovable chastity

belt, which can only be unlocked with the proper key. Only two keys

exist in the world; One carefully locked away in a secret safe

deposit box, and the other safely hidden and out the reach of the

husbands. Perhaps I should digress and explain this novel approach

to ensure husband fidelity and servitude.

Six months ago I made a cardinal sin; I cheated on my wife. It

was my first and last time, but in a moment of male weakness I

allowed myself to be tempted for simple sexual pleasure. Now I

cannot achieve an erection let alone even touch myself without

first earning the right to compete in Chastity Belt Roulette. But

I am getting ahead of myself. Like a lot of weak males I could not

live with the guilt and hoped for forgiveness from my wife. I was

surprised to learn she knew I had cheated and had kept it to

herself. When I finally told her she let out her pent up anger, but

over time our relationship seemed to improve. I was cut off from

sex during this time of course. Then one day she sat down and laid

out an ultimatum for me.

It seems she had discussed my transgression with her some of

her closest friends. One of her friends had a similar experience

with her husband. As it turned out, that friend had already joined

a group of women, who all had husbands who cheated. Each wanted the

same thing, an alternative to divorce but one that would guarantee

he would never cheat again. Even more important. To ensure he would

be more attentive to her needs, become dependent on her and look to

her and only her for sexual pleasure. After searching for the

answer, they found it. Reading up on the strict discipline and

observance of chastity by Middle East women, they discovered that

indeed a highly secure and totally effective chastity belt was

indeed made for males. In fact, since males could cleanse more

easily, the male belt could be left on indefinitely if desired. As

the plan began to gel, the group thinned leaving only those woman

with husbands who would do anything not to be divorced. My wife

Gloria became interested in talking with the group. As she learned

more, she began to see a wonderful new life taking shape for us.

I was the macho male in bed, proud of my sexual feats. Yet, my

wife always wanted to take charge. Unfortunately, my male ego

wouldn't let her, at least not very often. I earned a very

comfortable living as a prominent defense attorney, specializing in

sexual harassment, my wife was an executive at a corporation and

also earned a very comfortable salary. Our life was very simple, a

beautiful home, maid, cook, cars and great vacations. Why would I

want to leave this? On that day she approached me with the

proposition, it was all laid out for me. It was rehearsed very

well.

She had hired the finest divorce lawyer available. She said

she had photographic proof of my infidelity. Further more, if I did

not agree to her terms, not only would she get everything, but she

would ruin my business. I was somewhat skeptical she could really

ruin my business, but I would soon learn she had the capability in

hand. I sat and listened in total disbelief. I was totally

convinced she meant every word. But what were her terms she kept

alluding to. Only after signing a confession of infidelity and

agreeing to her terms, did she reveal them. They were actually

simple and seemed rather silly. All I had to do was to wear a

chastity belt and attend a party with her once a week, where I and

other men, in the same situation, would serve and obey completely

anything the wives demanded. I sat there, wondering what the catch

was. A stupid chastity belt I would take off the moment I left home

and serving women did not seem all that bad. That might be fun. All

of a sudden she barked out a command.

She told me to undress completely and take a hot shower. While

showering, she suddenly opened the curtain, she herself was now

nude. It didn't take long for my cock to snap to attention as I

hadn't had any for quite awhile now and my right hand just didn't

quite feel the same as a nice warm, wet pussy. She turned off the

water and told me that she wanted to shave all my hair from the

neck down. She had always wanted to feel me with smooth soft skin.

It sounded kinky, so what the heck. As her hands held my

swollen cock she carefully shaved my pubic hair. I admit it felt

and looked rather funny. Next she shaved my underarms, something I

really did not like. Finally she applied a depilatory over my legs

and I watched as the hair seemed to melt away. We turned the water

back on as she hugged me, letting my cock feel her warm body. It

slid under her pussy as she pressed against my body. I tried to

angle it in, but she kept it pressed against her, sliding between

her lips. Slowly at first, then faster. I knew she would soon be

asking me to slip it in. I let her get closer and closer and

suddenly she shook, then she screamed as she pressed hard against

my aching swollen cock. I whispered, now I'll let you cum with a

hard cock inside you. As she stepped out, with a smile on her face,

she quickly turned on the cold water. It hit like a ton of bricks.

In an instant my erection was limp.

I came out of the shower screaming at her. She had already

start putting on a robe. It was her look that made me stop. It was

cold, sincere and she obviously controlled the situation. I grabbed

a towel to dry myself as she went to her closet and returned with

a box. I was curious and came over as she removed a very no

nonsense looking harness of some kind. What the hell is that? It's

your chastity belt dummy. I can't wear that, besides, I thought we

were just getting started. Your right, we are just getting started.

That was your first lesson. You're here to please me. If I decide

and when I decide, you may be rewarded. Remember, you just signed

your life away and it's locked up now. At the moment I wasn't sure

what proof she had and I didn't want to take chances just yet.

There was time for that later. For now I'll just go along with this

game. Besides the quicker I accommodated her the quicker this would

be over, or so I thought.

First came a stainless steel band, covered with rubber

that fit tightly around my waist. It did not have any room to slide

at all. It fastened with a lock which I had never seen before. Then

she slid this rubber coated steel sheath over my limp cock and

locked it to another formidable steel piece that attached to the

belt around my waist. Two steel chains were attached to the back of

the belt. These ran between my legs and were attached to the piece

holding sheath. Finally she locked the piece, which secured the

penis sheath, to the front of the belt with an equally secure lock.

She took the key and left the room, with me pondering just what the

hell did I get myself into. When she returned, she smiled. The key

to the chastity belt is now locked up along with the confession.

They are locked in a safe you aren't aware of and by tomorrow will

be safely in my attorneys hands. In case your are wondering, how

long you will wear the chastity belt, I will tell you. You will be

wearing it long after all your pubic hair grows back. I've been

told that it is a lot of fun. Each itch should remind you of your

position in life from now on. I own your cock, I own your total and

complete attention, and I own your life. If you try to remove the

chastity belt forcefully, you will probably end up in the hospital.

I've been told, no one has successfully removed it by force and

those who did, hurt themselves trying. I will also throw away the

keys and tell my attorney to execute my divorce papers with your

signed confession. You will continue to wear it until I feel you

are ready to attend a little party. When you show me complete

obedience, we will discuss our next phase.

My anger broke through. This is totally ridiculous and I

demand you take this belt off me. I don't give a fuck what evidence

you have of my infidelity. Who cares. If you want a divorce, you

got it. There is nothing you can do harm my business.

With that she turned to the television and proceeded to play

a video tape. There were scenes of my fooling around with my one of

my clients who just won a large law suite for sexual harassment.

Then there were some scenes of us in bed and finally a replay of my

wife putting on the chastity belt. This is for starters. I would

think a little newspaper expose of a prominent attorney screwing

with one of his clients and his wife putting a chastity belt on

him, might cause the Bar Association to ask a few embarrassing

questions.

The next six months were the worst nightmare I had

experienced. It started with the pubic hair growing back. I could

not even scratch myself. Each move drove me up a wall. I invented

reasons to take showers, directly the water at the chastity belt.

But, adding insult to injury I had to shave my underarms each week

and keep my legs hairless. As I became accustomed to the belt and

the pubic hair finally grew back, it started to become a ritual to

shave myself. Finally, my wife allowed me to grow my leg hair if I

agreed to have it waxed off. The chance to not have to shave my

legs once a week seemed a small price for the pain of waxing. Even

my toilet habits were changed. I did everything like a women as my

cock was permanently pointed down between my legs. Gloria

appreciated never having to put the seat down.

At first my duties were simple. Preparing her bath, helping

her dress (my favorite) and fetching drinks or snacks, usually at

night. Then it expanded to washing her lingerie or anything the

maid didn't do. With the maid and cook around, it was becoming

somewhat awkward. About that time and unknown to me, my wife had a

talk with our maid and cook. The two women were told of my

predicament. Just to make sure they found it acceptable, she also

gave them both a raise and explained that on their day off, I was

to straighten both there rooms and clean their bathrooms. This

included any laundry they may have. This they accepted quite

eagerly, as I had always been a bastard to both of them.

Shortly after that, my wife started to allow me to touch her

body. At first all I was allowed was to suck her toes and kiss her

feet. Then I could suck her tits. Finally she rewarded me with the

scent of her pussy again in my nose. She carefully instructed me,

how to separate her lips with my tongue and slowly pressing it

against her clitoris. Then letting it probe her hole. I spent hours

bringing her to climax after climax, hoping she would lose control

and let my cock loose. My cock was in pain, it tried to get erect

only to feel the tight boundaries of it confines. It would ooze

cum. My wife would giggle as I "dripped" cum, just like a women

with cum inside her. Now you know how it feels. I begged her to

release me. I promised eternal faithfulness. I would never even

look at another women. I would live to please her. Each night we

would repeat our ritual. Some nights she would be horny and I would

have to spend hours satisfying her. I never knew she could go on

for so long. Sometimes she would get behind me while I was on all

fours and kind of press against me. It was strange because she

couldn't get off on it and neither could I. On other nights she

might awake in the middle of the night and whisper for me to

service her. She would lazily spread her legs and reach a small

shuddering climax and just drift off to sleep with a smile on her

pert lips.

One day she came home and announced we were going on vacation.

A small mountain retreat. Strange that she always hated rusted type

places. I packed all her things carefully, as she instructed. I

smelled her lingerie as I neatly folded those wonderful

unmentionables. As I started to grab my suitcase, she said I would

not need very much and she had already arranged for my stuff. But,

my winter clothes are still in the closet. I said I have taken care

of everything! I was concerned and didn't like departing without my

clothes.

We drove into the mountains and finally arrived at a rustic

house deep in the woods. Startled, I saw smoke coming from the

chimney.

Oh, they are here already. Who I said? Just two women I met

awhile ago, she answered.

But, I thought this was for just us two. I thought I had

satisfied you all these months as to my true feelings towards you.

Well, you thought wrong. Bring in the suitcases.

As I dragged in the last of her suitcases, I began to worry,

just what was I going to wear with two other women around. This did

not seem like I thought it would be. Did they know about my

chastity belt? Besides, I had arranged for my associate to handle

my case for three weeks. Finally, I came into the den where my wife

and the two other women were talking and laughing. They turned to

me and said welcome. Your wife tells me your completely used to the

chastity belt.

My mouth hung open. We have no secrets here. We both know

everything about you. Lets see, your are completely shaven or

should I say waxed. You hate doing underarms, but we all do. And

the last time you had an orgasm was, let's see, six months ago. No,

your wife came in the shower, but you took a cold shower. Oh yes,

you were screwing another women. I hope that it was worth it. Let's

see, orgasm lasts 6 seconds, and abstinence for over six months. A

good start. Maybe if your a quick learner, you might cum for

Christmas. They all giggled. We have a few simple rules here.

1) You will always obey all orders given by one of us.

2) Your wife has absolute authority over you.

3) You will never sexually touch another women.

Enough for rules. Remember them. If you violate any of them,

you and your wife must leave here and she can do whatever she

desires with you. As I understand it, you stand to lose a lot.

Now, upstairs to the right is your bedroom. You will sleep in

your bedroom or with your wife depending on what she desires. I

hear you are quite good with your tongue.

I couldn't believe she knew that. Gloria had never spoke to

anyone about our sexual life.

I had to ask. I don't get this. Who are you? Why would my wife

tell you about our sexual life or for that matter about our

agreement.

I don't recall giving you permission to question us. But I

understand your concern. This is all new to you. She proceeded to

tell me about the group of woman who formed to discuss methods of

controlling the sexual lives of their husbands and how it expanded

to include dominating and making them serve their wives as dutiful

husbands should. We have found that by merely controlling their

cocks, we controlled the whole person. How wonderful. We eventually

found that we could enjoy our husbands as sexual toys. We did not

have to cater to them, we did not have to get them "hard", in fact

we could snap our fingers and have a warm tongue soothing the days

problems away. Oh yes, a "hard" cock does have some advantage and

occasionally we could indulge ourselves. A carefully trained cock

could be a wonderful source of pleasure and the ultimate reward for

a husband is just an orgasm away. Think how simple. A few short

strokes for a deserving husband and their happy. Of course, each

time we allow such a reward, we must hold some penalty over their

heads to ensure they put their chastity belts back on. We have

found very convincing reasons for you to jump into your belt again.

Now, upstairs and you will find your clothes laid out on the bed.

If you need help, just come down here and we'll be glad to help

you.

I was totally shaken. This is definitely deeper than I planned

on getting. As I turned into my room, I was taken back. It was

simple. A large bed, dresser, and a closet. What really caught my

eye was the outfit laying on the bed. A real corset, stockings, old

fashioned bloomers, a cotton camisole, several lacy petticoats, and

a old fashioned dress. At the foot of the bed were high heel shoes.

I stormed out of the room and declared what the hell is this. I am

not wearing that stuff. Forget it.

They looked up totally nonchalant and Gloria held a key that

was attached to her necklace and said, I guess the party is over.

I'm sorry, I thought he would understand better than he did.

Gloria, my dear, they all react this way. We found that the shock

value of realizing their position was a better approach than doing

it slowly. As for you, I assume you realize that without your wife,

you have nothing. Oh yes. Your wife will always own your cock or

you will own nothing. Your choice. And I am sorry, I forgot to put

out your bra. It's still in the top draw. I would take a careful

look in the top draw before you say anything else.

I was speechless. I could simply give up everything, get the

chastity belt sawed off somehow and start all over. I opened the

draw and found some pictures. They were of me in my chastity belt,

shaving my legs and underarms and one of me having my legs waxed.

Then there were some that weren't right. Someone doctored up

pictures of me. I was on all fours with Gloria behind me wearing

what looked like this large cock. She never did that. There were

some with me even smiling back at her. This is blackmail. I would

have to move clear out of the state and start a new business. O.K.

just relax. How bad is this. The girls will have their kicks, and

in three weeks I'll be back home. Maybe, by then the belt might

come off. Mental orgasms aren't that bad. Just think. It really

isn't bad eating pussy every night and all I'm really doing is some

petty crap. Let's stick this out and show them I can take it.

Chastity Belt Roulette

Chapter 2

Shit, look at that bra. It must be a 40 DD. It has fake tits

in it. And the corset, damn, it looks small and serious, not like

the sexy ones I got for Gloria. O.K. I don't have much choice for

now. I better get dressed. After taking off my clothes, I was

shivering trying to fasten the corset. I couldn't even fasten the

hooks and eyes and lacing it up the back was impossible. Damn.

I'll go down stairs and pretend it's nothing and ask for help. The

girls didn't even look up as I came down with the corset hanging

from me.

Oh, I see you need some help. Dear, a lesson is in order.

First its a lot easier to put on your stockings first, bending with

the corset on is difficult. No matter, turn around. First fasten

the top hook. Now do the bottom. Now start moving up. Good. Now

reach behind and pull these laces first. Tighter. Now cross the two

long loops and pull hard. Harder. Men, are such wimps. Now pull

these from the bottom up again and pull it again. Keep pulling

until the corset seam is closed. Deary, you have a 34 inch waist,

this is only a 30 inch corset. When you are fully trained your

waist will be 26, to match your wife's. In fact our goal is for

your figure, with some help, to be the same as your wife's. You

have to diet and exercise more. Here let me show you. With one pull

the seams closed and my breath was squeezed out of me. Much better.

Now run along and quickly dress. We are hungary for dinner.

She was right about the stockings, I practically bruised my

ribs pulling them up. I felt totally absurd putting on the huge bra

and fake tits. They were actually heavy and really pulled on my

back. The rest of the clothes were easy. I somehow felt more

comfortable pulling up the bloomers which came down below my knees

and with the camisole over my bra. I'm not sure if being warmer was

part of it, but I at least felt dressed and not naked in front of

the women. Suddenly, I felt I needed to think of them as women not

girls. As if they demanded some more respect. Everything was fine

until I put the shoes on. I figured they would be much too small

and I could just tell them they really didn't fit. But, much to my

chagrin, they fit. Then I tried walking for the first time in high

heels. It felt like I was walking down hill and I kept wobbling. I

tried walking with smaller steps, but nothing helped. They really

hurt my feet and made me feel funny. It's like the clothes didn't

count anymore, but the shoes made me walk like a woman. And they

make a loud clack each time I took a step on the wood floor. It was

embarrassing.

I mustered all my courage and walked as quietly as I could

and went down stairs. Gloria has this smile from ear to ear. I

turned beet red. You will address us as Ms. K. and Ms. M. We do not

believe in sharing husbands, we do not get off dominating someone

else's husband. We are here to assist your wife. What she does with

you is her business. We've all discussed the most intimate parts of

our lives. So we have no problem discussing how and what she may do

with you to train you for our special parties. If she is

successful, you will learn all about Chastity Belt Roulette.

Excuse me, Ms. K? - Very good. Just what is Chastity Belt

Roulette? It's just a game we play each week. We will have plenty

of time to discuss it later. Now, off to the kitchen and prepare

dinner. The menu is on the table and I understand you make an

excellent roast chicken. Roast chicken now! It will takes several

hours. We have time. Call when its ready.

Between the dress getting in the way, gigantic tits

blocking my vision whenever I looked down, my ribs aching to be

free and my feet killing me, things could not have been worse,

except I swear my back hurt from hauling around these tits. At

least I can take of the heels. No one is here and Gloria always

takes them off when she gets home. God, it really must feel good

when I suck her toes after being cramped in heels all day.

No sooner did I removed the heels than Ms. M. came in and said, I

didn't have permission to take off the shoes.

I just thought it would be all right and how did you know I

took them off? It isn't too difficult when all we here is you

clacking about in here and suddenly it stops. May I at least bring

a chair in here to sit while I wait. Why do you think we removed

the chair. How much longer before the dinner is ready? About 1

hour and 15 minutes. Come in with me to the den then.

Michael, (the first time my name was used and it sounded

funny), Gloria, Ms. M. and I were discussing you and it's time we

explain why you are dressed this way. Contrary to every thought you

had, you are not cross dressed for our pleasure. Personally, seeing

you this way is rather amusing, but definitely not a turn on for

Ms. M or me. Maybe Gloria feels differently, but that's not

important to you now. The main intention for this is to acquaint

you with the how it feels, in a dramatic way, to be a woman. On

display, in clothes that may not be functional or comfortable.

Gloria may or may not dress you up in the future, that's up to her.

We found that it serves to put you in your place, like shock

treatment in some sense. You look totally ridiculous. Your breasts

are - well - rather large, your dress is feminine and cumbersome

with all the petticoats and from the neck up your a male. We

purposely didn't give you a wig or makeup. You're just plain absurd

looking. We want you to feel comfortable obeying any command your

wife may give. Rest assured, she will not command anything that

would harm you or any one else. We have a strict code of safety and

guidelines to follow. She will never ask or expects you to

approach, talk to, touch or in any many make sexual overtures to

another woman. This is our basic guideline. You belong to her and

she will not share you with anyone. If you can accept that, there

are benefits to this life. One more thing. I know you are thinking

that some day Gloria will want intercourse and maybe she will. But,

before you think it is sooner than later, consider her options. Ms.

K. opened a suitcase laying on the couch. In it were several flesh

colored and very realistic dildos. Gloria, a long time ago agreed

to try the training program we developed. The dildos are based on

a new polymer my husband's company invented. It's being developed

for patients who are impotent. Unlike the dildos you've seen

before, this is different. It responds to the touch. It feels warm

to the touch, it is soft and becomes harder as it is stroked and

most importantly, it feels identical to the real thing. We invented

it to supplant our husbands who are practicing abstinence - shall

we say. In spite of this, we found some woman still have difficulty

with a plastic cock. They feel its unnatural. Through hypnosis,

we have been able to get your wife to enjoy her toys to the same

extent and even more than any man could hope to give her. We still

had one problem. Although it's nice to masturbate or as we call it

intercourse in absentia, it's still, a do it yourself proposition.

In those cases when your wife, would like you to do all the work,

we have this. She lifted what looked like a dildo attached to a

strange pair of briefs. These fit like a second skin over your

chastity belt. In case you haven't noticed, cuddling up to you with

that belt on can be uncomfortable. This fits over the belt and

provides a smooth, soft covering for the belt. The dildo which is

attached, is a special design. Gloria, if you will do the honors.

Gloria, took the dildo and started to give in a blow job. I then

noticed it had balls attached which swung like the real thing. Then

I realized it was expanding and getting longer. Suddenly, I could

feel my cock trying to harden. That could be my cock I thought. It

was really big now and the tip was expanding. Gloria, was half

smiling and half sucking. She was squeezing the balls and stroking

it as the balls suddenly seemed to tighten and pulse. Gloria,

removed the cock from her mouth as what looked like cum, spurt from

the tip of the cock. The damn thing came. My mouth dropped open.

Don't worry, it's artificial cum. In fact it comes is several

flavors. Gloria, Ms. K and Ms. M just broke apart laughing. Maybe

you would like to try someday. We even have cum flavored cum. I got

my husband to try it one day. I told him I hadn't loaded it, he got

a hell of a surprise. So now you know why Gloria has been so

content without you. Gloria can keep you in the chastity belt for

a long, long time and when she is certain that you can be trusted

to put it back on, then and only then will she consider letting you

please her with your cock.

Now, we haven't forgotten about you totally. We realize that

we have to provide some outlet for your sexual needs. Gloria, has

been instructed in the use of some special things just for you, as

a reward. Judging by my husband's reaction to it, it must me pretty

good. In fact, he said, it makes it last so much longer and since

he doesn't have to concentrate on my needs first, he prefers it

over regular intercourse, on the rare occasions I have allowed him

that treat. Gloria and you will learn the best techniques that work

for both of you.

May I ask about this Chastity Belt Roulette. You are learning

nicely Michael. Respect, for all woman, it's important. We still

have a half an hour before dinner. We have some time. Very well.

Each week, as I said, we have a special party. We have fifteen

members of our organization. Carefully screened wives and husbands

who meet certain requirements. She went on the explain about how

the group was formed and how they all had husbands in similar

situations. During the evening the husbands cater to all the wives.

They are responsible for the food, drinks. Everything your wife

used to worry about and take care of. We all discuss the weeks

events and especially we enjoy talking openly about our sex lives.

For women who never talked about it before, we make it a point to

discuss, the most intimate details. How, someone found a new

position to masturbate, or how someone did it in her office without

anyone seeing her. Some women enjoy trying to get there husbands

sexually turned on and let them suffer or get them to give oral sex

in unusual places. Ms. M. actually got her husband so convinced he

could have real intercourse, if he would greet her at the door

dressed in a satin teddy and carry her to their couch. He had to

suck each toe through her pantyhose, remove her hose and panties

and give her oral sex. Sounds great, and she knew he always wanted

to have sex as soon as she came home and he got annoyed that she

wanted to freshen up first. Well, when he put his head up her skirt

and smelled her feminine odor after a full day of work and a hot

train ride home, he pulled back. He now appreciates why she wanted

to freshen up. But, it now seems she enjoys a before dinner orgasm,

a prepared bath, dinner and evening of leisure. Oh, how I tend to

rattle on about such things. Usually the men get so quiet when we

talk about them. Oh yes, Chastity Belt Roulette.

First, each player, has had to have worn his chastity belt for

no less than six months consecutive. The women, after discussing

the events of the week, vote for the husband who they feel best

served his wife. The lucky husband is selected by a majority. If we

can't get a majority we make up things for them to do, or invent

games to win points. Last month, we tried a new game. Each couple

took a different room and the first husband to bring his wife to

orgasm won. The only thing was that each wife inserted a tampon

first and the husband had to remove it with his mouth and then keep

it his mouth their while he serviced his wife. It was like trying

to whistle after eating crackers. Two husbands were really

surprised to find their wives were having their period. One of them

actually finished first and we let him play roulette. The other

one, I guess he's been in his belt over a year now. Once we have

a contestant, we bring out the roulette wheel. The wheel has prizes

instead of numbers. There are ten prizes. Eight are real and two

are the booby prizes. So your chances are good to win a prize. Four

of the eight prizes are the numbers 2 (the most sought after

prize), 4, 6, and 8. They represent the number of weeks until your

wife must take off your chastity belt and allow you intercourse or

oral sex. It's your choice. You can see why the men enjoy the

game. The other four prizes vary from week to week. Usually it's a

- well special blow job. Gloria will tell or rather I think show

you that. Or a day off from all your duties. The right to say no

once. Maybe, permitting you 5 minutes alone without your chastity

belt in the bathroom. The men always come out smiling. There have

been so many I lose track. But I guarantee they are all nice prizes

for someone who hasn't had any lately.

What are the booby prizes? With all good things a little rain

must fall. They change from week to week. A typical one is to suck

off your wife's dildo and hope she used the chocolate flavored cum.

A recent addition is to take an enema with a balloon nozzle, so you

can't expel it, then you and your wife go off to a bedroom. You

can't expel the enema until your wife comes. Some wives can really

hold back. Some of the woman enjoy oral sex during their period and

if it's their husband who is playing, they will put that one the

wheel. Usually the wife can select one special booby prize she

knows the husband hates. My husband John simply hates when I have

him wear pantyhose. So I use that one. A recent addition is an

entire day without bathroom privileges. Since no one can hold it

back, especially when someone slipped a diuretic into your drink,

you'll have to wear diapers. It isn't too bad until they have to

defecate. They hate cleaning the mess, especially with the chastity

belt.

Enough of this, it's time for dinner.

I served dinner and was surprised to be invited to sit with

the ladies after everyone was served. We discussed my new life and

how if I looked upon it in the right light, it really was a pretty

good deal compared to what I stood to lose. I still had all my

luxuries and I could enjoy them. The only thing I gave up was

control of my cock. It was now my wife's property. Except for

occasional punishments, it wasn't all that bad. Which made the

rewards and real sex all the more exciting. I kept wondering, what

was this special blow job Ms. K. spoke about.

After cleaning the dishes, I prepared a bath for Gloria. After

she bathed I was allowed to remove my day clothes and slip into a

delightfully soft cotton, Victorian nightgown. Compared to the

corset and heels. It was heaven. I even got to remove my breasts.

What a relief. I served the woman drinks as we chatted around the

fireplace. Ms. K. said that I obviously was well prepared for this

and felt my next three weeks would run smoothly.

Ms. K. then proceeded to explain why they were here.

Gloria needed help training you and they all needed to be certain

I was controllable. Also, they believed in a very open sex life.

They relished discussing it among themselves. Something women

seldom did before. They adhered to a strict code. Although they

might indulge in sex in each others presence, it wasn't overtly

open to viewing. They generally wore long loose skirts or covered

themselves with a sheet or blanket if a husband was servicing them.

Orgasm was openly invited and accepted as normal. It wasn't unusual

for all of the woman to sit and watch a video while their husbands

provided orgasm after orgasm. But always under a cover. While

orgasm was considered natural, displaying their bodies was not.

They were proper in that way. The men on the other hand were on

display at all times. They were exposed if the wife wanted it. But

since the chastity belt covered just about everything but the ass,

there wasn't much to see. Only the husband and wife could come in

sexual contact. Even two wives would not share one husband. They

believed in total faithfulness and anything less was against

everything they stood for. With that, Ms. K and Ms. M retired for

the evening.

Gloria told me to clean up the kitchen and come up stairs to

her bedroom. As I entered her room, she told me to put on the dildo

briefs and climb into bed. She laid back and I knew she wanted me

to eat her. I felt strange having a cock dangle beneath me again.

Gloria reached several rather loud orgasms. I felt funny, knowing

the other woman could hear so easily. Then Gloria whispered in my

ear, she wanted me to enter her. I almost forgot, it wasn't my cock

doing the entering, as I brought her legs up. It felt strange, I

felt I needed to come. My own cock strained at its harness. I

whispered to Gloria, Please, let me cum. There was no answer. I

directed the dildo to her opening. She spread her lips. But the

cock my still soft. It's not hard, I said. Well make it hard. You

want me to masturbate a dildo?. I felt like a fool, jerking off

this dildo. As I stroked it, it started to respond. It was almost

scary, it like I was jerking off some else's cock. Something else

started to happen. The entire tip started to secrete a lubrication.

My hand was slippery as it expanded and lengthened to its fullest.

I could not believe its length. This was bigger than mine. I felt

totally betrayed. My wife wanted me to fuck her with a dildo bigger

than my own cock. My attention with the dildo was snapped back to

Gloria, when she said, hurry up. I bent over her and guided it in.

I thought for an instant to drive it in fast. To hurt her. But

before the idea passed, she said, slow, very slow. I want to feel

only the tip moving in and out. Good, now a little deeper. More,

Yes, that's it. Deeper. Now all the way in and out. Good. Keep

going. She was telling me every step. All the way, slowly. Now hold

it there. Now, massage my clit, softly, like I showed you. That's

it. Faster. Now fuck me faster. More. Keep going. Yes, Yes. Uhhhhh.

Yes. Faster. All the way in and out. Keep going. Don't stop. I'm

cumming. She screamed like I had never heard her. I stopped for an

instant thinking I hurt her. Don't stop she screamed at me. Her

body was arched off the bed as wave after wave of orgasm struck. My

back ached as she demanded more. I was on the breaking point as she

said to stop. I lay there exhausted for an instant, when she said.

Lick my pussy, I feel sticky. I didn't say anything as this wasn't

the time. I crept between her legs and smelled that wonderful pussy

juice. I licked her thighs and pussy, like a cat. She rolled over

and said, now my ass. I hesitated. I couldn't. She waited a moment

and said, well! Gloria, anything, but that. Honey, I promise you

I'm clean. Either you service me, or this whole thing is over now.

I held my anger back and proceeded to gingerly tongue her ass. I

has licked almost the entire ass, when she said, to get her

opening. It was still sticky. I licked and even tongued the

opening. She just went mmmmmmmmmmmm and said, now get me a warm

wash cloth and wash and dry me where you licked. I got up, to

realize my cock, uhhh, dildo was still hard and my real cock was

aching unbelievably. Honey, can't I at least relieve myself. I did

everything you asked. Just get the wash cloth. I got the wash cloth

and wash and dried her body. In the process she said, I should do

something about my cock. Thank God. Where is the key I said. Not

that cock. My dildo cock. The one that is hard, stupid. Come on

masturbate it for me. I continued to control myself. I pumped it as

fast as I could, but it didn't come. She started to giggle. Coyly,

she said, Michael, it doesn't come unless you squeeze the balls.

Here hold it up like this and let me show you. She reached between

my legs and with one squeeze it came. Straight into my face. She

broke out hysterically. I swear I could hear the other woman

giggle. I should have warned you first I guess. My poor little

husband. Come here. Now sit down. Let me wipe some of this nasty

cum off your face. She took her finger and scooped up some from my

face. Here, lick my finger. It's cherry today. Her attitude had

changed and I felt maybe she was finally softening. I took her

finger in my mouth and sucked it off. It was salty and smelled like

cum. As I paused, knowing she knew what I discovered, she said,

just wanted you to know what it tasted like. Michael you have been

so good today. Although I was going to wait until tomorrow, I will

surprise you with it tonight. Remember the special blow job. Well,

if you will climb into bed and get on all fours I'll get it ready.

This I had to see. Could she be ready to remove the belt

I wondered. All this service may have been worth it. I waited. No

peeking she said. I heard something being moved and a hose being

dragged. Then a soft humming. What is it I asked. Just wait. Now

hold still. She was attaching something to the end of the sheath

holding my cock. It felt cold then wet. Now hold still. What was

that I asked. Just some lubricant. Then she took what ever was on

the end of the sheath off and put something else on. Finally she

said, now we are ready. I started it real slow. You will feel a

pulling and pushing. Just relax. I'm told it's really mind blowing,

but you have to grow used to it. She flipped some switch as I

peeked around my ass which was still stuck up in the air. Something

started to pull, by cock down its sheath. All most to the point of

uncomfortable. Then it stopped. Then it was pushed back in. It felt

like it was stuck in a tube being sucked one way then the other.

Gloria, is this it? But Gloria, I can't get hard. Michael, just

relax. Here, put these pillows under your stomach and relax. I felt

the sensation increase in strength and speed. I was starting to

feel like I wanted to cum. My balls ached. Pulling and pushing. I

was attached to a vacuum cleaner. Was this the special blow job.

Gloria, I need to cum. Please. The cum was starting to be sucked

right out of me. I was half cumming. Almost at the edge, but unable

to cum. I tried to cum. But it wouldn't happen. Then I felt a

Gloria place her hand on my ass and finger my ass hole. When she

found the opening, I said, Gloria and started to turn. Michael.

Stay right as you are. Just relax. Her finger stopped at the

opening. It kept probing, but my asshole remained shut. Please let

me cum. My balls ached and my cum continued to be sucked from me.

My cock was being sucked back and forth inside the sheath, trying

to expand. Suddenly, Gloria's finger entered me. It was so sudden,

I didn't have time to stop it. I was going crazy from the sucking

and her finger. I had to cum. Somehow. Gloria, went deeper. It was

strange, I felt I needed to shit. My mind was racing. This had to

stop and I needed to cum. My mind wondered from the agony and

ecstacy of my cock being suck and restrained. Then she pushed real

deep. I shuddered, lost in the sensations. She touched something

deep inside my ass. It felt like I reached an orgasm. I felt cum

gushing through my cock being sucked from me. It was incredible. My

balls ached and the sucking started to really hurt. Gloria,

switched off the machine and everything came to a stop. I

collapsed, totally exhausted. I was half crying from relief. Relief

from the long prolonged orgasm, the pain, and the intrusion in my

asshole. As I rolled over in tears, I saw three faces. Gloria, Ms.

M. and Ms. K. I could not believe they had witnessed this. I wanted

to crawl into a hole and die. I was angry beyond belief.

Don't be angry, Gloria said. I couldn't believe her. Gloria,

Ms. K. proceeded, he isn't used to it and us yet. Gloria, needed

our guidance. Getting you to cum, with the "Cum Buster" as we call

it, isn't easy for first time users. With time it is a lot easier

and even better. For now, its the only way you can cum, unless you

prefer total abstinence. That is fairly easy to arrange you know.

You have to get used to others enjoying your pleasure and pain. Ms.

K. unscrewed a small jar from the Cum Buster and left with Ms. M.

I take care of this tonight for you and shut the lights. Gloria,

climbed into bed and kissed my forehead. Michael, I want you to

sleep alone tonight and think it all over. I got up and went to my

As I lay in bed, I reviewed the day's events over and over in

my mind. It became clear. I could live with the sexual demands

Gloria made upon me and even the petty services, such as bath

duties and fetching things, but two things concerned me. I could

not accept being made to service Gloria in front of other men and

more importantly, I could not live with sex with a vacuum cleaner.

I do have to admit it was the most mind blowing experience and

her finger up my ass drove me insane. A man needed to be fully

erect and fuck a warm, wet pussy. Is it worth giving up my career

and my life style? If I don't try now, I'll never forgive myself

later.

Quietly, I slipped out of bed. Luckily I had hid some spare

clothes in the car and had hid a spare key to the car in my shoe.

I found the keys I hid under the mattress. I sneaked down the

stairs in my nightgown without awakening anyone. The boots and

coats I had spotted earlier had been moved and no where to be found

easily. I would get warm once I was back in the car.

Getting the door open without making a sound, proved to be

more difficult than I thought. It took forever to open it enough

for me to squeeze without it squeaking too much. I reached the car

and was glad when the door opened. Almost home. I reached under the

driver seat for the spare ignition key and found a small note

instead. I turned on the interior light and read it.

Dear Michael, Did you really think we had planned all of this

and not thought about you trying to escape. The key to the car is

on the kitchen table. The front door is locked by now, so don't

bother trying to come back in. We suggest you think about it

tonight and if you still want to leave, you may pick up the keys

tomorrow morning at 9 AM and drive where ever you want, except

home.

P.S. It gets rather chilly at night. Just in case you get too

cold, we also left you a surprise. There is a hose line in the back

seat, if you attach it to your sheath and plug in the adapter

hanging from the dashboard, it will start up the "Cum Buster" in

the trunk. When you get cold enough, an electric heater will come

on for 5 minutes for each ounce of cum you deposit. Pleasant

dreams.

Without a watch the night passed slowly. I could not tell how

close to dawn it was, but I tried to keep my self as warm as

possible. Finally, freezing I caved in. I attached the hose to

the sheath and plugged it in. The sucking started, but without the

lubrication it was more like sandpaper than a soft pussy. Try as

I might, I could not get much cum. I quickly figured that a good

cum was maybe 1 ounce. Judging by the orgasm I had earlier this

evening, I didn't think I had much more to give. I took off the

hose and put as much saliva into the sheath as I could get and

then reattached it. I started to ooze more now, but I needed to

cum. I got on all fours and stuck my finger in my asshole. Somehow

it wasn't as bad as I thought. I probed and felt, but it did not

feel the same as when Gloria did it. I thought back to that

experience. The Cum Buster sucking and Gloria fingering me. I could

feel my cum flowing now. I was closer to orgasm. Just a little

more. Suddenly, the heat came on. Warmth! I have to keep this

going. I somehow got the finger in deeper. The Cum Buster started

to speed up. I was gyrating, humping my own finger. I needed more

lubrication, but I was afraid if I stopped to get more saliva on my

cock, I would lose it. My cock started to burn, but I needed more

cum. The heater went off and it seemed forever before it turned

back on. I just kept fucking my ass with my finger and trying to

think of Gloria's wonderful pussy. I could taste her pussy juice.

I loved lapping her cunt, feeling her tense up, shudder, over and

over again. Why did I ever fuck around. If I could do it over

again, I'd be different.

The sudden light jolted me back to reality. The door opened

letting in daylight. Gloria, Ms. K. and Ms. M were standing there.

I was hunched up in the rear seat, still fucking my ass. My cock

was raw by now and totally numb. I just lay still, realizing my

predicament. The evening had passed, I must have fucked myself for

over six hours as it was 9 AM. Gloria asked if I was O.K. I was

afraid to move. Eventually, they got me to come with them. Ms K.

was holding that jar she removed from the Cum Buster. My cock

burned. I pleaded with them to let me remove the chastity belt and

let me take care of my cock. They provided me with blankets and

some coffee. It was like they cared. Gloria applied medication to

my cock with the chastity belt in place. It felt cool and stopped

the burning. I cried like a baby. After that we had a long talk.

All four of us. They were human and cared.

After a warm bath and breakfast, Gloria instructed me to get

dressed as I had done yesterday. I came down dressed in the corset,

stockings, bra, bloomers, camisole and a very full Victorian style

dress with five petticoats. The bloomers were strange as they

weren't closed at the crotch. Ms. K. told me, Victorian women did

not undress for the toilet. The bloomers separated instead.

We sat down and discussed whether I wanted to leave or continue

the remainder of my training.

It was Ms. K. who made it so simple. I would forever wear the

chastity belt except for very special treats. Six days a week were

to be almost normal. I would continue my business as usual. Upon

arrival home from work I would have access to all life luxuries

with my wife. After dinner, when the maid and cook were off duty,

I would take over for both of them, plus any other service demanded

by Gloria. On Saturday, the routine would continue, except I would

have my day off. After dinner we would depart for the party. On

Sunday my duties would start at 7 AM. I would take care of Gloria's

needs first, then clean up the maid's and cook's room. I would do

any laundry required. The rest of the day was up to Gloria.

When she was finished I could not help myself, but agree. It

was as fair as I could expect. The alternative was less desirable.

Just to reinforce her point. She showed my a video tape of me

dressing yesterday and today, Gloria finger fucking my ass and

being attached to the "Cum Buster." Then I was startled to see me

hunched up in the back of my car, sticking my finger up my own ass

and humping the air. If any pictures of that were to get public,

I would be ruined. Under the circumstances, I could learn to enjoy

the Cum Buster and Gloria's finger up my ass as much as sex used

to be like.

Now that we have decided your future. It's time for lunch.

while you prepare it, we have some activities to arrange for Gloria

and you. I disappeared into the kitchen. I did always enjoy gourmet

cooking and now I had a reason to practice it.

While I was busy cooking, Ms. K. and Ms. M. were busy

discussing my training with Gloria. It seems Gloria had many

lessons to practice. She had to learn to control me and use me

most effectively for her enjoyment. Something that did not always

come naturally to many women. She also had to become used to the

idea that sex was to be openly discussed and husbands were openly

displayed. It was totally natural and considered normal to have a

husband providing oral service in the presence of the other ladies

provided her private parts were covered. Screaming and moaning were

welcome of course. Normal intercourse was to be performed in

private, but openly discussed. Intercourse could be accomplished

many ways, with a dildo performed by oneself, by your husband

manually, and by attaching the dildo chastity belt cover or mouth,

or even conventionally if you allow him to remove his chastity

belt. It seemed the basic guideline was anything was acceptable if

the female genitals remained hidden. Gloria had to learn to at

least practice many different training and punishment techniques.

A varied menu of techniques kept the relationship interesting and

prevented the husband and the wife from becoming bored. As I was to

provide total service for her, it was easy to fall into a steady

routine.

Gloria had to become acquainted with cross dressing me,

something that has already been started, enemas, diapering, dildo

training, male menstruation techniques and vaginal and asshole

worship. I had to be trained to provide oral service at any time

of the month. Many women found this difficult and Ms. K. had

several suggestions for making the idea easier to practice. Each

week the ladies would discuss for hours new techniques and ideas

they had. They would perfect them and report back on the results.

Some insidious but harmless ideas were invented in this way.

Unknown to me, these next weeks would be full of Gloria practicing

them on me.

After lunch, my first lesson started. It was simple at first.

Gloria was laying on the couch with long flowing nightgown of a

heavy sweatsuit type material. It was unusual in that it appeared

to be closed at the bottom, like a large bubble with her legs

appearing out of two elastic openings. There was a third elastic

opening in between her legs. Gloria, smiled at me and said, she

would like oral service. I stuck my head into the hole and

discovered a dark and musky smell. She obviously was very wet. Her

body was already very warm. I inched up to her crotch and proceeded

to tongue her. I could feel the wetness on her cunt and thighs. She

told be to lick her clean first. I could hear Gloria, Ms. K. and

Ms. M. talking about their husbands and how they serviced them. Ms.

K. was talking about how her husband could get his tongue several

inches into her cunt. It was if I wasn't there. Gloria, then told

me she wanted to sit on my face. It wasn't easy, but I somehow

managed to arrange for her to sit on my face. I was laying with my

back on the couch and my legs up in the air against the back of the

couch. Gloria, was now facing my legs. She obviously preferred this

as she started to grind her cunt into my mouth and started to moan.

She was also becoming even wetter, if that were possible. It was

difficult to breath and I had to time her humping to my breathing.

All this sexual contact still had its affect on me. I could feel

blood pumping to my cock, but the raw skin from last night forced

me to think of other things. Then I felt Gloria's finger at my ass

hole. She started gently. Pushing ever so slightly. Finally she got

it in a little and started to finger fuck me. When I could feel it

going in and out easily, she started to work in a second finger.

It burned as she tried to stretch my opening. She stopped for a

moment as she came to another climax. My face was soaked from her

pussy juice and sweat. My hair was matted down as well. She

continued probing with two fingers until even they worked their way

in. I could hear Ms. K. giving directions every now and then. Twist

them this way. Pause, Now push gently. Rotate them. Good. I was

getting really tired by now and my tongue was aching, but Gloria

kept humping my face. Gloria, pulled her fingers out and then

something larger and more round was pushed firmly against my

asshole. She twisted it and pushed. It suddenly popped in place and

stopped. It was bigger than anything I had felt. Then Gloria seemed

to concentrate on herself. She sped up her humping as she neared

yet another climax. This kept building. She was slamming herself

into my face. I licked her clit trying to get her to cum. Finally,

she came with a spurt, then a pulsing stream of pussy juice, like

I had never seen. It gagged me. I had to swallow to breath. She

slumped over the couch. I needed air desperately. After several

long minutes she told me to lick her clean again. I licked as much

as I could reach and then she rolled over onto the couch.

Ms. K told me to get a warm wash cloth and finish cleaning

Gloria. I pulled my head out and was met with the sweetest,

freshest breath of air I ever tasted. I was drenched in pussy juice

and sweat from the hair to my shoulders. When I returned I tried

clean Gloria with my hand through the opening, but she told me to

get my head in there and to do it right. I had to slip my hands in

through the same opening as Gloria's legs. The odor almost made me

pass out. The entire inside of the nightgown was drenched. Gloria

told me to prepare a bath for her. My dress was totally drenched

from the waist up and smelled like Gloria did inside. It was then

that I realized I still had something up my ass. Gloria instructed

me not to remove it until she was bathed and had dressed. I will

remove your butt plug at that time. The plug at first wasn't too

uncomfortable, but by the time Gloria finished her bath and

dressed, it felt like a telephone pole. I was relieved when she

told me to pull it out and take a bath. The rest of the evening

passed uneventfully, except Gloria used a small dildo on herself as

I lay next to her. She came to several small orgasms and fell

asleep shortly after kissing me goodnight.

The next day my cock was still sensitive from my night in the

car, Gloria, Ms. K. and Ms. M. decided it was better to wait for my

cock to heal, before subjecting it to any additional stimulation.

Therefore, they chose to initiate me in several forms of play and

punishment techniques. Gloria, would also become more comfortable

with her new role. She found it strange at times, to make

me suffer for her amusement. My next lesson was to continue dildo

training. Their goal was to train me to cum in my chastity belt

while be fucked with a dildo strapped to Gloria. The morning passed

quickly as I serviced Gloria orally and using my tongue and once

with a dildo that attached to my mouth.

The afternoon, was actually pleasant. I served refreshments

and attended to the laundry, I was reminded what I had to do. Ms.

M. was having her period, judging by the stained panties. She made

special mention to give her panties special hand washing. I washed

and pressed all their clothes by hand. My own dress ruined from the

earlier service to Gloria was also hand washed. I was growing

rather tired and I assumed dinner would be requested shortly.

Gloria, called for me to come up to the bathroom. All three ladies

were present and I did not like what they had in mind. Hanging from

the shower curtain rod was an enema bag with a long hose and a

strange looking enema nozzle. It was long and had what appeared to

be two deflated balloons on it. Gloria, said it is time I was

cleansed better. I asked what type of enema this was, but was

silenced. I was told to undress completely. It felt great getting

out of the corset and remove the fake tits.

I bent over the tub and allowed her to insert the nozzle.

It was bulky, but not as bad as the butt plug. She then started to

squeeze one of the bulbs. I felt the balloon inside me inflate,

creating a full feeling. Then she inflated the outer balloon. My

asshole was now trapped between two balloons. She released the

water. I felt the water rush into me. Ms. K, said to slow down the

rate. It flowed until I felt it cramp. I told Gloria, I was full

and needed to go. I was told to relax, I have more to go. Little

did I know I was going to get a series of four enemas. The first

was only a quart of warm soapy water. The second was one and a half

quarts of warm clear water. The third was two quarts of warm water.

The first two were kept inside me for 15 minutes. The third enema

was left in for nearly 30 minutes. The fourth enema was another

warm and large one. Once the nozzle, they called a double balloon

tube, was inflated, I could not expel. After the fourth enema was

in, Gloria removed the two bulbs used to inflate the balloons and

disconnected the hose from the enema bag. I now had the enema tube

nozzle half hanging from my asshole. The two quarts of water also

placed a tremendous pressure on me to expel it, which I could not.

They told me to only put my bra and dress back on and come

downstairs with them. I walked very slowly. They sat down on the

couch and told me to prepare dinner.

Dinner took two hours to prepare. I was in agony the last

hour. The only position which provided some relief was to lay flat

on my back. While serving dinner, Gloria whispered to Ms. K.

something, her response was, he can take a little more my dear. The

cramps were quite severe and it was obvious I had could not take

much more. I completed serving and was told to relieve myself. But

before I return I should insert the butt plug they left for me in

the bathroom. This plug was a little different. It had a small hole

from one end to the other. I inserted it and went back downstairs.

There was a single glass of what looked like a chocolate milk shake

at my place setting. Michael, for several days after your enema,

you will be on a liguid diet. Enjoy.

The evening went fairly quickly. I serviced Gloria once again

on the couch while they watched TV. She was tired and had two small

climaxes. After the last one, Gloria had me get on all fours and

inserted a small tube into the butt plug. She used a small enema

bag to force some liquid into my asshole. She had me lay with my

legs raised for 15 minutes with the liguid in my ass. When she

finally told me to get on all fours agin, I felt no desire to

relieve myself. I only felt a bloated feeling. Then she proceeded

to inject a second liguid. It could not have been very much as I

couldn't feel it. They she used a small cork to plug the hole.

Gloria, then held me in her arms and told me she loved me. As an

extra sign of love she had given me something, I always loved

giving her. She had injected 8 ounces of my own cum into my

asshole. Before we went to bed she would remove the plug and it

would drip out slowly. She picked up what looked like a diaper and

plastic panties and said, You'll be needing these tonight. Just to

be certain you don't stain the bed. I took the diaper and panty, I

saw that both Ms. M and Ms. K were smiling and went upstairs.

Before I reached my door, Gloria called up. You'll sleep in my room

tonight dear.

I slept like a baby that night, and woke up with a wet bottom.

The cum had dripped out all night and was a sticky gooey mess. I

took care of my morning duties and had breakfast ready for the late

sleepers. I had found that my cock had healed quite nicely by now

and actually felt rather comfortable in the sheath. Later that day

Gloria, Ms. M and Ms. K introduced me to mechanical prostrate

stimulation. Gloria was educated in the use of a thin mechanical

prostrate probe. It provided intense sensations of orgasms and

copious cum oozing from my trapped cock. Strangely, each time I

came Gloria was very careful to either attach the Cum Buster to

suck up my cum or even attach a condom to the end of the sheath to

catch the cum. It became a ritual for her to carefully collect and

take away my cum. As if she were savoring my last bit of manliness.

After a particularly long oral service, Ms. K. returned with

a baster from the kitchen and removed the cum collection bottle

from the Cum Buster, which now had several ounces of my cum. She

carefully sucked up the entire bottle and equally carefully had

Gloria recline while Gloira squeezed the contents inside her cunt.

Ms. M. turned to me and in a loud voice demanded I clean Gloria.

The though of my cum dripping out of her made me gag. But, Ms. M

and Ms. K. had this look which said I had better snap to it. I

licked the few drips and tasted my own slippery saltiness. I tried

to swallow to get the taste out of my mouth, but before I had much

time I felt a sting on my ass. Ms. K. had struck with a paddle. She

said to clean Gloria and that meant inside and outside. I spent the

next 15 minutes trying to lick Gloria clean. Each time I thought I

was done, she seemed to ooze yet more cum. By the time I was

finished, I was totally unaware of the taste of the cum and Gloria

seemed to enjoy sitting up to allow the cum to drip out slowly.

Later that evening, the women were whispering quite a bit and

Gloria seemed uneasy. I could see she was unhappy about something.

It was almost 2 AM that Gloria called me downstairs where I was

enjoying a rest alone. Gloria was alone and sitting on a large old

bath towel wearing the outfit with elastic leg openings and a

single elastic opening between the legs. I expected Gloria wanted

some oral sex before retiring. Gloria looked at me and said, she

had to do this, but felt uneasy about it. I'm having my period. It

started earlier this evening and Ms. K. told me to wait until the

flow increased. I want you to service me. Further, you will service

me all night, making sure to awaken every hour and clean me with

your tongue. I looked into to her eyes and begged her not to ask

this. She looked away. I took a deep breath and plunged into her

nightgown. I had never experience an odor this strong. In the past

I had gotten a whiff of her discharge during her period, but never

this much or that strong. After the cum experience, I didn't gag,

and never really tasted her period. Maybe I was immune from eating

so much cum and pussy juice these last several days. I guess I was

suddenly knocked back to reality after what seemed forever when

Gloria started to arch her back. She had been fairly quiet, gently

moving her hips from time to time. Now she suddenly, seemed to be

getting turned on. I found her clit and attacked it, she convulsed

several times. Then she started to really moan loudly. Soon she was

thrashing her hips so I had a difficult time staying with her. I

expected her to climax and rest, but she only increased her rhythm

still further. She peaked, I felt her arch her back and scream.

Louder than she had ever and certainly louder than with Ms. K or

Ms. M around. She didn't stop. One orgasm flowed into another. I

lost track, but she continued with intense orgasms one after

another. My jaw ached, yet she demanded I continue. Only when she

collapsed on the couch could I rest. It was dark and very musky. I

couldn't see if she was still bleeding, so I gave small licks to

her vulva just to be sure. She gave a small moan each time. It

seems hours later, when she told me to come out. The lights were

out. She said we would go upstairs. Up stairs I startled myself in

the mirror. My face had dark red smears from my neck and into my

hair. Gloria, lay on the bed on a large old towel and told me to

climb between her legs. But before I did she inserted that but

plug with a small hole in it and a had me put on a diaper. I was to

awaked each hour and lick her vulva clean.

Near morning I felt a wetness in my diaper. Strange since

Gloria hadn't put any cum up my ass. I climbed out of bed and into

the bathroom to see why I felt wet. I was bloody. I ran into the

bedroom and awoke Gloria. I'm bleeding, you must have tore my

rectum. Darling, you're perfectly fine. It's just your period. What

the hell are you talking about. Michael, your first period is

always upsetting. Sit down and let me explain. First, remember the

small enema I gave you after dinner tonight. Well, it never came

out remember. That was a special liguid designed to coat your

cleaned colon. It forms a thick coat on your colon and takes about

a day to slowly disolve away. That is what looks like blood. The

butt plug with the hole ensures that you can't stop the flow. The

liquid diet makes sure you have nothing else in there for several

days. Some additional wetness is needed to make it somewhat more

uncomfortable. In your drink tonite was a diruetic which has the

strange effect of making you urinate in small dribbles in between

when you really have to urinate. The bloody mess leaking from your

ass mixed with the urine is quite realistic looking. The process

takes about 5 days. Now we can enjoy our periods together. I am

surprised you haven't felt any cramps. Usually the diurectic gives

the men cramps also. Gloria, I have them also, but under the

circumstances, I didn't think to mention it. Now, back in bed, the

diaper will take care of your period. You need to take care of

mine.

Chapter 4

Every afternoon and every evening there during her period I

provided oral service to Gloria. She discovered the once she

overcame her inhibitions about oral service during her period, the

increased hormonal activity intensified her orgasms and she would

forever look forward to her period.

The next evening Gloria and I lay together as if nothing had

changed. We talked about old memories, about our wedding and we

drifted onto our wedding night. Gloria, commented how the nightgown

she had chosen for me that night, was a white and lacy just like

her that honeymoon night. At that moment Gloria, reached down as if

to feel my cock, but instead, stopped at my anus. It felt funny,

having her slowly stroke the area. I sucked her tits as she

continued to probe me. She bent over the bed and retrieved a jar of

vaseline. She lubricated her finger and without saying a word,

continued to probe me. Trying to pry open my anus. She whispered

for me to relax. It was somehow different this time. Her finger

although smaller than the butt plug, seemed more real and I felt

tense at her touch. Slowly she managed to get her finger inside and

it felt more comfortable in this strange position. Gloria,

fingering my asshole, while I lay passive. I almost began to feel

relaxed with her finger moving slowly in and out, when she rolled

over and sat on the edge of the bed. She reached down and seemed to

be stepping into something. As she brought it up to her waist, I

could see it was my dildo pants. It was obscene on her. A huge cock

stood obliquely away from her body. Horror struck me as I realized

what she had in mind. Gloria, you can't. It's too big. Please, it

will hurt. With a gentlenes, she held my head and told me she would

be very gentle as I was on our honeymoon night. I want you to lay

on your back and let me fasten your hands to these leather

harnesses, which she proceeded to pull up from behind the

headboard. As she tightened the second harness around my wrist, I

was shaking. Now I want you to raise your legs up real high and

bring them up over your head. I swung them up and Gloria proceeded

to fasten them to a second set of leather harnesses she pulled from

behind the headboard. I was now in a very awkward position. My ass

was high in the air, totally vulnerable. Gloria positioned herself

behind me and slowly started to work a smaller dildo into my ass.

She was patient and allowed me to relax my sphincter until it

didn't hurt anymore. She removed the dildo and inserted a basting

tool filled with a thick substance and squeezed it inside me. Just

some cum and vaseline mixture honey. She took some more vaseline

and lubricated the dildo protruding from her. It seemed larger now,

glistening as if cum was oozing from its thick head. She pressed it

gently against my anus. She massaged it between the cheeks of my

ass and against my sphincter. Always pressing a little harder each

time. It was if she had been taught the art of fucking a virgin

asshole. The pressure gave way to a burning as she stretched my

opening. My complaints received only a gentle word of encouragement

to relax. I tried not to fight anymore, I dreamed of me fucking

Gloria. Our honeymoon, those long sessions of sex. Fucking and

sucking. I remember fucking her for hours. She was so tight back

then. My daydream ended as I realized that Gloria was deep inside

me. It was her first thrust all the way the snapped the dream. I

felt full like I had to take a shit. I was worried I would. Then

this sudden feeling of emptiness as she pulled it out. She seemed

to find a rhythm as she thrust in and out. I remember I would watch

her face and listen to her moans to know how to fuck her. As she

neared her peak, I would go faster with shorter strokes, that

always brought her over the top. I preferred long deep thrusts, in

and out to bring me to climax. I wandered what was driving her. I

wasn't giving her hints what to do, if I could cum. Did she really

feel some sexual turnon. Her rhythm was picking up now. She was

breathing harder and sweating. She seemed lost in her own thoughts,

like I wasn't really there. She was visibly tired and she was

obviously straining to go faster, with shorter strokes. She started

to moan, not from being tired, but from pleasure. She was actually

enjoying this and getting a sexual turn on. My ass felt totally

invaded and somehow not in my possession anymore. Her moaning

increased and her rhythm increases yet again. The pressure in my

ass as she thrust in was enormous only to feel like my inside were

being pulled out as she pulled out. My whole genital area was

sensitized and tingle. It spread up my spine and to my chest.

Gloria, was straining at her limits to fuck my ass faster as she

was starting to let out shrieks of pleasure. In a few seconds she

thrust her dildo deep inside me and held totally still, her back

arched, her face tense with ecstasy. She was took tired to scream

as her orgasm struck. She collapsed on top of me.

As she finally rolled off me, she looked at me and said. Now

I understand how you felt. The power wielded by penetrating someone

gave you a sense of control I now have. It's wonderful, but too

much work. We'll try it again sometime. Gloria, I asked, did you

really get off fucking my ass. She laughed, and stood up on the bed

over me. The dildo was red from my fake blood. The next time we do

this remind me not to do it when your having your period. It's too

messy. She pulled the dildo pants down, and as she did a smaller

dildo popped from her pussy. Silly, did you really think I could

climax by merely fucking your ass. These dildo pants are a little

different than yours. As I fuck you, this smaller dildo, expands

and fucks me. The faster I go the faster it expands and lengthens.

It's like fucking myself, only it uses the pressure your provide to

power my little dildo. Honey, I have so many toys to play with now,

you can't imagine what they have invented.

Over then next week and a half, Gloria tried every toy out on

herself and me. Daily prostrate massages were inorder as Gloria,

loved to have me cum, well ooze cum. She also seemed to enjoy

squeezing liquids of different consistencies into me. Then plugging

me with the dildo with a hole in it. She would love having me wear

a sanitary pad, diaper or just let me wet my panties. All in all it

wasn't so bad. We fell into a routine eventually, which thankfully

left out fucking my ass to often. Gloria, did not really like

giving me an enema which always preceeded anal fucking. Our

relationship also strengthened as I felt closer to her than I had

ever felt in the past. Ms. K and Ms. M sensed my change and became

my friends not tormentor. As long as I respected the rules laid

down by Gloria, my life, with the exception of orgasm was simpler,

less stressful and rather pleasant. I found I didn't mind serving

others and I knew that I mainly had to please Gloria.

When the lessons ended, it was sad. We had learned so much

about each other. We all kissed and hugged, even though we knew we

would see each other in a matter of a week. I even felt funny,

corseting up that morning and having Gloria remind me to wear my

male clothes that day. She did insist I remain corseted even for

the ride home. In fact, she had me wear my heels to get used to

driving in them. When we reached home, I escorted Gloria to the

house and returned to unpack our luggage. Gloria was waiting in the

den when I finished unpacking the last suitcase. I asked Gloria,

what I should wear now. Later honey, I feel tired and haven't

climaxed in several hours. I knelt between her legs and found her

panties damp. I massaged her feet and sucked each toe. I worked my

way up her legs and found her pussy wet and waiting for my tongue.

After her climax, without a word I prepared her bath. As she

slipped into the tub, she whispered, we need a larger tub. I have

some ideas for us.

Months have passed and Gloria and I are like newlyweds each

day. I drive off to work reminded on my new position in life as

chastity belt holds me secure. There is a event each year we are

waiting for now.

December 31 is a very special day for the women and their

obedient husbands. The evening starts with dinner cooked and served

by the husbands of course. After the ladies have completed the meal

and the table cleared, we can catch a bite to eat while cleaning up

the table and kitchen. It's after dinner that the fun begins. The

men are responsible for preparing and serving the munchies and

drinks. The women discuss the years events and plan for the coming

year. The major difference about tonight is that the women avoid

being serviced sexually during the early evening, in preparation

for the events to follow. At nine o'clock the men are arranged on

a circular table laying down on their backs. They are arranged

radially with their heads toward the center and their feet outward

and raised. In this position they are in a sitting position on

their backs. At the center of the table is a cushioned circular

raised center with cushioned rests for knees. This makes it very

comfortable for the wives to arrange themselves facing one another,

while enjoying oral service from their husbands. However, before

they indulge themselves, they add some additional spice to the

evenings plans. Each husband is hooked up to a "Cum Buster" which

carefully monitors the amount of cum generated by each husband. The

cum is them directed into the collection bottle. Directly behind

each husband is a removable pole attached to the table. From the

pole hands a two quart enema bag. The hose from the enema bag runs

to a small pump. The pump is controlled by the "Cum Buster." The

hose continues from the pump to a specially modified balloon enema

nozzle. The balloon nozzle prevents any enema fluid from leaking

out. At the end of the nozzle, deep inside the rectum is a special

probe controlled by a knob also located on the pump. The probe

remains in contact with the prostrate gland and can provide direct

stimulus to the prostrate. This is turn helps promote orgasms which

are constantly being teased by the Cum Buster. A liberal dose of

lubricant is applied to the penis sheath before the Cum Buster is

turned on. When the husbands are secured and ready, the enema pump

is turned on. A set flow rate is begun. It is designed so that in

three hours, the entire two quarts will be pumped into the husband.

The flow is interrupted for 15 minutes whenever the husband

deposits one ounce of cum. Given that there are twelve 15 minute

intervals from 9 to 12 PM. Each husband would need to deposit 12

ounces of cum in 3 hours. A feat that no one has achieved, thus

ensuring that each one receives at least a very sizeable enema. One

last detail. The enema pump is required since the enema fluid is a

bit unusual. You see, the women collect the cum from the Cum Buster

and save much of it over the year. In fact each collects in excess

of two gallons. Just to add insult to injury, each husband receives

someone elses cum. At the end of the evening, each husband had at

least 1 gallon of someone elses cum in him. While the husbands are

busy trying to cum, the wives enjoy the party. If a wife feels

especially nice, she can even stimulate his prostrate and help him

cum, reducing his enema.

At 11:30 PM another event takes place. By now each husband is

cramping from the enema and must now provide oral service to his

wife. The wives now mount their husbands at precisely 11:30 PM and

begin a contest. For 30 minutes the wives compete for the most

orgasms. A small sensor inserted within their vaginas monitors the

vaginal spasms and blood pressure to ensure an accurate orgasm

count. The winner with the most orgasms wins a vacation of her

choice. In addition, their are consolation prizes for the orgasm

closest to 12 midnight, the funniest face during orgasm and the

loudest scream. The husband providing the most orgasms is allowed

to expel his enema shortly after twelve o'clock. At 12 o'clock the

women relax while remaining firmly planted on their husband's

tongues and toast the new year with champagne. Each losing husband

is allowed to stand holding his enema while the wives refresh

themselves and the lucky husbands expels his quart or two of cum.

All the husbands are provided a well deserved cocktail. A tall

champagne glass filled with his favorite cum. Not until each has

drained his glass can be then discuss with his wife his new year

resolutions for this year. The wives of course have selected them

and discuss his achievements and failures from the previous years.

This can take sometime as new resolutions are made and old ones

broken are carefully discussed and repledged. This has taken as

long as an hour, while holding nearly 2 gallons of a cum enema. By

1 AM each husband has in turn relieved himself. The party continues

with each wife looking forward to the new year.