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The Journey chapters 1 through 8  (I’ve had requests for reposts of
different parts, and decided it would just be easier to repost the story
thus far in one piece.   Hope you enjoy

doughboy

This is a work of fiction intended for adults only.  If you are offended
by explisit discriptions of sexual acts, please do not read any
further.  This story contains:  NC sex Rape F/m M/m with a strong femdom
theme.  

comments (good or bad) are welcome.  Suggestions for other directions
are also welcomed....  if you think the story should be continued
..

 Preface

A Journey.  That’s what you would have to call it.   If anyone would
have told me that I would be living the life as a sub, I  would have
said they were crazy.  In fact, my tendencies were more to the
opposite.  What is even more astounding, is that I am very content
living my life in servitude to my mistress.   

This is not just the story of my changes in life, but also of the
changes in my wife.  My wife is  now my mistress and owner.  I have
petitioned her to write the second chapter of this story, to better
explain the driving forces behind our change of life.

Chapter 1 
The Rape  NC M/f 
as told by Don

I guess the problem was there from the first in our marriage.  I think I
just chose to not be aware  of it.  As most men, I just went along fat
dumb and happy;  not fully aware of how my wife felt about a lot of
things, including our sex life.  I guess I always knew our love making
was less than my wife liked, but I was happy, and she didn’t really say
that much about it (at least no too loudly).  Only now I know how
selfish I was.  I was always  the aggressor in  our relationship. I
enjoyed  our sex very much, but I always felt that I should be doing
more to insure my wife’s pleasure.    I do love her.  I guess I never
explored my need to give pleasure because I was always told that the man
belonged in charge of the sex.  Maybe what I thaught I was supposed to
be drove me to be like I was,  I don’t know.  Until we started our
Journey I never explored  my desire to give pleasure as well as take
it.  I never contemplated who I really was inside.

Many times I would start sex, knowing that my wife wasn’t in the mood. 
I almost always would ask her to do things that I know that she didn’t
really like.  Pursuit of my own gratification was my only goal.  Because
she really loved me, she would almost always give in.  I think that 
what bothered her the most was the many times I would ask her to give me
head.  I knew she didn’t want to do it.   That was one sexual favor I
could count on her to reject.... so I got smarter!   I would start
making love to her, Tender and gently.  The way the woman’s magazines
say that a woman likes it.  Soon  she would let down her guard a little,
and I would start getting a little more aggressive,  squeezing her more
than ample tits.  The gentle squeezing would soon give way to tighter
and tighter squeezing as I slowly  worked my other hand down to her
cunt.   If I was careful, my patience would soon pay off, and she would
become hot.  Her cunt would absolutely drip as she got wetter, and
wetter.  Her moans would get louder, and when she was really hot, I
found that she liked sex a bit rough.   I always found that a bit funny
-  If she was not turned on, she would HATE all kind of force, but when
she was hot, she seemed to enjoy being treated rough. (I think she was
embarrassed or ashamed of this transformation as soon as we were done
having sex.)  With the skill that 10 years of marriage had developed I
would get her hotter and hotter, and then when her moans were loud, and
she started pushing her hips into my hand,  I would start to slowly push
her head down  lower and lower.  She knew that I wanted her to suck me
off, and although she didn’t like it, she would allow me to slowly
overcome her, and finally push her down on my dick.  Truth be known, I
kind of enjoyed her attempts to avoid sucking me.  The feeling of
triumph when I would  finally work my cock in between her lips was
great.  Once I forced my dick into her mouth, I would start pumping in
and out of her mouth.  I could feel the resistance in her neck, but kind
of liked the feeling of pushing her down anyway.  Although she would
relent, and let me pump her in the mouth, I almost never was able to cum
in her mouth, she would just struggle too hard. She even threatened to
bite my dick off if I actually came in her mouth!  I would usually laugh
inside as she struggled to pull her head back to avoid tasting my hot
juice.  Finally I would cum, usually allowing her to pull my throbbing
cock from her mouth, and point it at her tits. I liked shooting my load
all over her big tits any way.  I liked making her smell like my cock so
much that I would keep her from showering until the morning.     


Even though most of our sex was similar to what I have described, and
very selfish on my part,  I guess she kept putting up with me  because
she loves me, and  I never really got violent, or too demanding....
until that night two years ago.

I came home after being out with some friends at a bar.  We talked about
the waitresses, how their tits and asses looked.  Some looked GREAT!  We
shared stories (lies) about our sexual escapades, and powers.  My best
friend told of how he was in control of HIS wife, and never took no for
an  answer because “He was A Man”!  The combination of all the talk,
starring at the waitresses asses and tits, and drinking too much proved
to be a bad combination that night.   I came home drunk, and very
horny.  Crawling into bed beside my wife, I woke her up and told her
that I wanted to have sex.  She turned me down with a grunt.  “It’s 2
AM!  I’m tired, just go to sleep, you can have what you want in the
morning.” she said.  Something happened.  I guess all the talk about
being in control was still on my mind.  “Not this time” I announced. 
With a motion that was less than gentle, I rolled her over, and said
that I was going to FUCK the hell out of her!  I don’t think I’ll ever
forget the look on her face, although I would see that same look 3 more
times before the night was over.  I literally ripped off her nightgown,
and forced my self between her legs.  In no time at all I was ready to
cram the biggest hard on I had ever had deep into her.  She wasn’t
turned on so her pussy was somewhat dry, and the penetration produced
some pain for both of us, but in spite of the pain in no time at all  I
was pumping full force into her cunt.  I repeatedly drove my cock so
hard into her that her tits would shake violently with every plunge.  I
liked watching her tits shake like that!  I moved higher on her so I
could come down with more force, actually touching the bottom of her
love canal with every thrust.   Her face told me that she was NOT having
as good a time as I was!  She yelled for me to get off of her, and tried
to dislodge me from her saddle.  In my drunken state, I  made fun of her
attempts to throw me off, but suddenly announced that if she didn’t want
me to fuck her pussy, perhaps she would like me to fuck her ass!  “In
fact,” I said, “that sounds like a good idea because your ass is virgin,
and most likely much tighter than your cunt anyway!” (she had never
consented to let me try and enter her rear door.)  Her face really
showed her fear and distaste at that point.  She really didn’t want me
to enter her ass.  But it was too late,  my mind was made up.  I was
going to have her ass this night.  I pulled back and rolling her over
quickly mounted her once more from behind.  I fucked her cunt a bit more
to insure that my dick was as wet as it could be, and then without any
preparation, I rammed my throbbing member deep in her ass.  She almost
convulsed with the pain of the forced entry, and tried desperately to
get away.   But it was too late for that!  I grabbed a hank of her hair
to let her know that I meant business, and started pumping her ass.  I
still remember the sound of my dick slipping in and out of her tight
ass.  I fucked her ass like there was no tomorrow. 

I was so hot and so drunk, I didn’t here her sobbing or her pleas for me
to stop.  Maybe I just didn’t care.  I don’t know which is the most
true.  I pumped her ass like a madman for almost another minute. 

 I don’t know if it was the alcohol or not, but in spite of  more sexual
stimulus than I had ever had, I fond my self having difficulty cumming. 
Then the idea hit.  Tonight she WILL terse my load!  Pulling back once
more I with withdrew my hot wet member from her ass, rolling her over on
her back, I mounted her.  Sitting on her chest, I forced my wet and
dirty cock into her mouth.  She was begging for me to please not do this
to her. Her pleas were soon muffled as I forced my wet dick between her
lips.  “Tonight you EAT All OF IT, and if you bite it, you’ll be
sorry”.   Soon her  cries were replaced by gagging sounds as I started 
pumping in and out of her mouth.  “Tonight you are taking it all
Bitch!”  With that statement, I thrust my dick so far down her throat
that my pubic hair was up against her nose, and I could feel my balls
hitting her on the chin.  I came like never before.  Not letting her get
away, I pumped my entire load deep into  her throat.  

I don’t remember much after that, I guess I passed out.   I woke the
next morning to find my wife just laying in the bed, my dried cum still
all over her face.  I was sorry.  

I told her that I regretted last night, but she didn’t say anything.  I
knew I had gone over the line.  I had to go to work, and so did she.  We
dressed in silence, and went our separate ways.  With all the earnest
feelings I could muster, I begged her not to leave me, and to try and
work it out.   

What would tomorrow bring?  Would she leave me? Divorce me?  Have me
arrested for rape?  I new I had just changed the world I had known.  I
went to work hoping that we could work things out, but I never expected
how she would “work it out”!
 Chapter 2  F/m Femdom
The Next day
as told by Anita

There is no sense in going over what has already been said.  It was a
rape.  I can’t begin to tell how I felt.  I had never been so abused and
just plain used.  It took a long time to get over the feelings of
humiliation that that night brought.  

When Don finally finished having his way with me, I just laid there,
almost as if in a trance.  I guess I was in shock.  I don’t even know if
I feel asleep, or just laid there for 4 hours.  When the alarm went off,
I either woke up, or at least came back to my senses.  I still had Don’s
cum all over my face, mouth, and in my hair.  I still didn’t know what
to do or think  I showered alone, and got dressed for work.  My silence
bothered Don, but I went through the morning without saying a word.  I
couldn’t think of anything to say anyway.  We skipped breakfast, going
our own separate ways for the day.

I was really emotionally a wreck.   So many thoughts were running 
through me mind.  “I should kill the bastard”,  “I need to get out of
here”  “But we’ve been together 10 years... that’s a long time!” “One
bad night doesn’t wipe out all the good”  “but that was not more than a 
BAD NIGHT”  “I really should call the police and report this”.  “God
help me, I still love him!”  My reasoning told me that I should go, but
something in side said I should stay.... he did love me, and except for
this time, he has never hurt me.  He can be gentle.  What should I do? 
I spent the next 4 hours without one single sane thought.  

Sandy, my best friend at work knew something was wrong.  She kept asking
me to talk to her.  finally I told her that if she would take a  long
lunch with me, I would tell her the whole story.  

At lunch I filled her in on what had happened last night.  “I just don’t
know what to do”  I said.  Should I go, stay, have him arrested?  Sandy
looked in thought.  “Do you really love that jerk?”  “Ya, I guess I do” 
“Well”, Sandy continued, “There may be an option you haven’t thought
of”.  That statement got my attention, but I had no idea what she was
talking about.  My mind raced, and my interest sparked,  what could she
be thinking of?  “Like what” I  finally asked.  “I don’t want to say too
much yet, but I have a friend who may be able to help with your
situation... if you have an open mind”.  She really had me going now.  
“Come on, tell me ..”  “Give me until this afternoon to make a few phone
calls, and then I will tell you more”  “OK” I said.  I couldn’t imagine
what she could be thinking of.  From where I sat, my options looked very
limited so I was willing to listen.   

I spend the rest of the afternoon wondering more about what Sandy meant,
and thinking a little less about  what had happened to me.  That was
good.   As we were getting ready to go home, Sandy came over and told me
that if I was interested in a different alternative, please meet her at
the corner restaurant where we normally had lunch, in about an hour.
“I don’t know, Don might get mad if I’m not home” “Give me a break”
Sandy retorted, after what he did, he’ll just be glad the police aren’t
greeting him at the door tonight.... just give him a call and tell him
you aren’t too sure when you’ll be back, but if things work out, you
will not leave him”.   “OK” I replied. 

I got the restaurant early, and ordered a cup of coffee while I waited
for Sandy.  Sandy came into the restaurant looking kind of like the cat
that ate the canary.  “I think we can do something with this situation”
she announced.  She smiled and sat down.  She was excited.   “Well” I
said in a hurry.  “My friend said that she may be able to help you if
you really want to keep your husband.  Think it over before you
answer.”  “I have given it a lot of thought” I said. “I do want to keep
him, but I don’t want to go through a night like last night again.  
Things will have to change if I am to stay in the relationship”.  Sandy
smiled and said “That’s the plan!”  She continued ... “Have you ever
heard of a Femdom?” she asked.  “Well, ya, I think so.  Aren’t they into
chains and whips and all of that kind of thing.?”  “Well that’s not all
of it” Sandy replied.  “My friend is a Dom, and she specializes in
training men.  I know it sounds crazy, but if you can keep an open mind
long enough to find out more, I think you might be surprised”  I thought
about it.  Was I getting into some kinky sort of thing, or what?  I had
known Sandy for 5 years, and she always been a nice and well adjusted
woman.... I never got the idea that she was weird or anything.... I
finally answered.  “Well after last night, I guess I can broaden my
education some.... let’s see your friend”.  “Great” Sandy said with a
smile.

We left my car at work and Sandy drove to a very high class neighborhood
where  we went though a locked gate and up a long secluded drive-way to
a very large Victorian style brick house.  We went up an knocked on the
door.  A young woman in a very revealing maid outfit answered the door. 
“May I help you” she asked.  “We are here to see Mistress Jane” replied
Sandy.  “Good evening Sandy.  Ms Jane is expecting you”.  I couldn’t
help notice that the young woman’s uniform was so short that you could
see the cheeks of her ass as she walked.  She sure didn’t seem to be
concerned over her revealing outfit though. We were led into a large
library room and asked to make ourselves comfortable.  Sandy and I sat
side-by-side in a large leather love seat while the maid brought us a
glass of wine.   In about 10 minutes very beautiful woman  in her late
40’s appeared wearing a long silk dressing gown open about halfway up
the front.  “Welcome” she said. “You must be Anita.  I already know
Sandy.  My name is Jane to my friends, and Mistress to others” she said
as an all-knowing smile came across her face.  “You can call me Jane. 
Sandy has told me a lot, but I would like to hear your story from you”. 
“Yes Mam” I replied.  something about her demanded a title, even though
she did not demand it from us.  I went through the events of the last 48
hours, and answered a lot of questions from Ms. Jane about my marriage
to Don, and how I felt about him, and how he had treated me up until
last night.  She leaned back in her leather chair and took a sip of her
wine.  

After a moment or two she spoke. “I think I can help. But you must put
your self and your husband in my charge for next year.”  She saw the
look of concern come over my face.  She added “perhaps you would like a
sample of what I can do for you before you make up you mind”  I just
nodded, not knowing really what to say.   With that, she picked up a
little silver bell and rang it three times.  From out of the side room a
tall, very handsome man appeared dressed in a dark blue toga. I could
tell he had very little, if anything, on under his robe.   He walked
across the room, with out looking at us, and to my surprise, took a
seat, not on the leather chair next to Ms. Jane, but on the floor beside
her.  “This is my husband”  she said, running her fingers through his
hair like one would a pet, “In the outside world he owns  and operates a
very, very successful business, but here in our world, I own him.”  Ms
Jane went on to explain more.  “About 5 years ago, we found that the
stress of running his business;  always being in charge, and having to
make decisions was taking a very serious toll on him...Making decisions
at home on his “down time” was just too much for him.  We had to make
some adjustments in our life style.  The changes have been good for BOTH
of us.   He no longer makes any decisions about anything outside of his
work...I am the final authority on all things.... including our sex
life.  You see, he is not only my husband, but he is also my pet, my
personal slave, and my sex slave.  He does any thing I tell him, no
matter how humbling or humiliating it is, without question.  The only
rules governing my control is that I do not do anything that will effect
his business life, and I do not render any punishment that leaves any
lasting marks or disability.    In return, I care for him, and protect
him from letting his work stresses invade our private life, and insure
his sexual fulfullment as well as ming.    For him, not being “In
Charge” is a great release.  The results have been most gratifying for
both of us.”      

“I can see you need a little more information on exactly what all this
means”  With that comment,  she opened the front of her gown a little
more,  revealing that she did not wear anything underneath.  “Come pet,
gratify me by servicing my pussy” she said as casually as you could
imagine.  With mixed shock and excitement, I watched as her husband, in
full view of two strangers, crawled in front of his wife, or mistress,
and began to lick her sex gently.  “He would do the same thing, and more
for you if I order it” she said.  “Perhaps before you leave you will
allow him to service you as well..... I always hate to Cum alone” she
added with half of a laugh.  She continued to run her fingers through
his hair as he serviced her.  “He once had the same tendencies that your
husband has, but as you can see, he is as  tame a they come”.  She
grinned.   

Sandy leaned over to  me, “Looks good to me!” she commented.... Er, I
Don’t know, I said, how much would this “Training” cost?  I asked. 
“I’ll do it for free” Ms Jane said.  “I did so enjoy the training aspect
of our relationship, and am looking foreword to doing it again.”  Ms
Jane stretched out a bit, and grabbing “Pet” by the hair moved his head
back away from her pussy...”I don’t want to come yet, Pet, move down to
my feet for a bit”  With that her husband moved his attention from his
mistresses wet sex to her feet, he began to rub, caress, and kiss her
feet.  “I’ll do it for the pure gratification that you will know the
happiness that I have” she finally finished her thought.  “Do you have
any more questions” she asked.  I   Thought for a minute and asked about
being under her control for a year.  “Well, that won’t be as bad as you
think  I will require your husband here under my constant care and
training for about 4 weeks, and you will need to come by every night or
so to help in his training.. You will feed your husband, and reassure
him that you will still be there for him at the end of his training. 
For the most part things should not be too much of a hassle.”   “4
weeks, Don could have a problem getting that much time off of  work” I
said.   “ Not to worry” She said, “I have a doctor that will put your
husband on disability for 4 to 6 weeks while he is under my care. After
that time, he should be able to go back to work as normal.  By that
time, his training will continue in your home.  He will either be under
your TOTAL control, or at worst, not be unable to tell of his ordeal for
fear of prosecution for your rape.... You can’t hardly go wrong”

I gave a nod.  “It’s settled then”  Mistress Jane looked pleased.  She
smiled, and said  “Just as a finish for the evening, let me have my pet
entertain us for a bit.  I would like you to see more of his obedience
before you leave anyway”.  With that, she ordered Pet to stand in front
of her and  remove his robe, revealing his genitals confined in a black
satin bag.  Mistress Jane pulled the draw string and the bag fell also. 
“This is a good night for Pet.  I’ve decided to reward him for making a
good impression on you ladies.”  Picking up her wine glass, she handed
it to Pet.  “Jack off in the glass for the ladies... Make a good show of
it now”  Pet turned, and with a little reddening of the face, started to
stroke his cock to its full length..  Soon he was lost to our presence,
and totally involved in his task.  I looked over at Ms Jane.  She was
busy fingering her pussy in time to Pet’s strokes.  Mistress chimed
in...”I’m timing you... if you take more than three minutes, I’ll have
our guests piss in the glass and you can drink that too... I know how
you like to drink piss”  Pet now worked harder than ever.  Just under
the time limit, he shot his load into the glass for all of us to see.  I
noted that Ms Jane came at about the same time.   “Now Drink it you scum
bag.  Show these ladies what a lowly slut you are ” Mistress quipped. 
With Head bowed, Pet gulped down the white sticky substance while we
watched.  “I apologize for allowing my self gratification.  That was
quite selfish of me”.  “It’s OK”. I replied.  (after all I was also
feeling quite hot.  I fully understood).  If you ladies would like, I
will have pet satisfy you as well.  You can use the bathroom for some
privacy if you like”.  Sandy replied, “I wouldn’t need the privacy, but
I think for Anita’s sake, I will say we are OK for now.  Perhaps on our
next visit we will take you up on your offer”.  “Very well.  Maybe I’ll
get out the toilet box for your next visit!”  On the way out Sandy told
me that we would most definitely take her up on her offer.  She said she
got the use the toilet box once before, and it was really a trip.  I
could only guess about the box, but I didn’t ask any more questions for
the night.  I had already seen more than I knew what to do with. 
 The Journey
Chapter 3   M/m F/m Femdom
The Next Day
As told by Don


When I got back from work that night, Anita was not at home.  I only
found a message  on the answering machine saying she wasn’t sure when
she would be back, and for me to think about weather we should stay
together or not.  I didn’t know quite what to think.  I sat up most of
the night, finally falling asleep in the den.  I didn’t hear Anita come
in.  The next morning, over breakfast, Anita told me some of her
thoughts.  

Anita, with a very concerned look began.  “You know, I would really like
to work this out; that is,  if you are willing to make some changes
around here.   I don’t intend to have you hurt me again like last
night!”.   That was good  news to me.  I was sorry for the night before,
and would never let it happen again.  I new I would have to pay for my
actions and make it up in some way, but it would be worth it, no matter
what.  I knew, perhaps for the first time since I had known Anita, that
I really do love her, and I wanted to make her happy.  Anita continued. 
“Last night I met someone who, well let’s say she councils couples like
us.  If you will go for some counseling, I think we will be able to work
things out”  At this point, I felt that a little “counseling” would be a
small enough price to pay, so I agreed.  I never imagined that the
councilor was a full fledged Dom, and that I would be “counseled” into a
whole new lifestyle!.  I answered.  “I’m willing to meet with your
friend” I said,(not having the slightest idea what I was getting into.)

“Fine.” My wife said with a smile that told me that I might not know the
entire story.  “We have our first appointment tonight at 8:00 PM.  The
day passed very slowly, but at least Anita was talking to me again, and
the tone of her voice said that she did care.  But  I couldn’t help but
wonder what would happen.  Finally it was time to leave.  

Anita drove.  It wasn’t long until we were entering what was obviously a
very up scale neighborhood.  “Is this counseling going to be in a
private home? I asked.  “Yes”.  My wife replied. “How can we afford who
ever can afford to live here?” I asked with puzzlement.  Anita only
smiled, and said that I should not worry, that the cost was covered.  We
came the a very large house, at the end of a long, gated driveway.  I
was becoming more and more suspicious by the minute, but didn’t say
anymore.  Anita rang the bell, and much to my surprise a young lady, in
an outfit that would give a monk a hard on answered the door.  “Good
evening, Ms. Anita” a very seductive voice said.  Ms. Jane is expecting
you.  She lead us into a large library room, and asked us to please be
comfortable.  She asked if we would like a glass of wine, and Anita
answered for both of us before I could say anything. Anita turned to
me.  “Now just relax.  Things will be all right.” She said.  

In a few minutes, a very beautiful middle aged woman came in.  She sat
in a large leather chair across from us.  She was down right beautiful,
I thought.  She was dressed in a long flowing gown.  If this was
counseling, then lead the way.  Maybe Anita was right, this would be
OK.  As she sat down, the maid brought her a glass of wine as well.  

“Welcome.  She began.  “My name is Ms. Jane.  You must be Don.  Anita
has told me about some of your problems.  She and I think that things
can be worked out.  How do you feel about that?  She was direct, I will
say that for her.  I stammered a bit, but finally answered.  “I know
that I love my wife, and want to maker her happy”. I said.  Ms. Jane
answered.  “Even if that involves a few changes?”  With all the
sincerity I could gather, I told her that I know that the rape was
wrong, and that I expected that some changes would be necessary if we
were going to make our relationship work.  “Good.” Ms Jane replied with
smile.  “Lets have a toast to better relationships.”  She said, lifting
her glass of wine.  Anita lifted her glass and looked very lovingly into
my eyes.  Things might be all right after all I thought, trying to
reassure myself.  I lifted my glass as well.  We drank the wine, and
settled back in the love seat.  

I was the first to speak.  “What kind of a Doctor are you” I asked.  Ms.
Jane answered.   “I’m not really a Doctor, so to speak, but lets say
that I have lots of experience in relationships like yours”.  How often
will our counseling sessions be? I asked.  Over the next 4 to 6 weeks,
they will be 24 hours a day” Ms.  Jane said very calmly.  I was very
confused now.  ‘I...I don’t think I can take that time off of work.  We
will have to work out some other kind of arrangement.” I suggested.   
Ms Jane looked very knowingly at me.  “Not to worry.  My personal
physician has put you on disability for the next 2 to 3 months.  You
will be staying here with me.”  This was starting to sound strange....
what did I get myself into?  All of a sudden, I began to feel very
tired. Before my senses left me,  I realized that the wine had been
drugged.  I passed out.  

I woke about 2 hours later.  I was laying on the floor of the library. 
Ms, Jane and my wife were sitting in the leather love seat, talking.  As
my senses came back to me I realized that I was NAKED!  there was a
leather belt around my waste, and my hands were strapped to the belt. 
My legs were hobbled with about 18” of chain.  I could see in the mirror
on the wall that there was a collar around my neck with 4 rings on it. 
A chain on one of the rings ran down to some kind of a harness that had
been placed around the base of my cock and balls.  I was quite
helpless.  Ms Jane stood up, and stood over me. “Welcome back” she
quipped with a very evil grin. “From now on, you will address me as 
Mistress”.  My mind was spinning.   “Stand up, so I  can get a better
look at you” Mistress Jane said, grabbing the chain that led to my
cock.  She gave a yank, and literally pulled me to my feet by my balls! 
I screamed as a struggled to get to my feet as fast as possible.   
“That’s better” She said.  “Now just stand there.”  I was in no
condition to protest, so I did exactly as I was told. I was feeling very
humiliated, then to make matters more embarrasing, my cock started
getting hard!   Mistress Jane continued.  “I understand that you always
liked to make your wife suck you off.  Did you ever reciprocate by
giving her oral stimulation?  I couldn’t believe the question!  I was
embarrassed.   Before I could answer,  Mistress Jane answered for me. 
“My guess is probably not.  But that will change.  Mistress noticed my
hard member.  “You fucking pig” she yelled.  Then she slapped my cock,
and I watched as it shriveled.  She returned to what she was saying,
ignoring my shock.   “I hope you learn to  like the taste of pussy,
because believe me from this day on, cunt will flavor every thing you
get.”  She was taking great pleasure in telling me all of this.   “Your
wife may rename you later, but while you are here, your new name is
Dog.   I looked at my wife.  “Don’t look at me” she said. “You said that
you were willing to make changes and this is it!

Ms Jane spoke up.  It’s getting late so it is about time to call it a
night”  Then,  looking at my wife she said, “but before you go, I want
to do one more thing.”  She walked over to the leather chair, and picked
up a little silver bell.  She rang it 3 times.  From a side room  a man
about 6’3” came in.  “Dog, this is my husband. His name here at home is
Pet.   He is a lot like you.  He is very successful on the outside, but
here, he is my pet, and slave.  He likes it that way.  I think you will
like it too,  as soon as we get your mind straight.”  Mistress Jane
walked over to me, and started stroking my dick.  To my embarrassment, I
almost immediately sprang to full erection once again.  “You see, you
like the control more than you know”  She then snapped her fingers and
pointed at my protruding member.  Without a word, her husband came over,
and kneeling in front of me began to suck me off!  I couldn’t believe
what was happening.  I was embarrassed at having a guy sucking me, but I
couldn’t deny the pure sexual excitement.   Ms Jane took out a Polaroid
camera and began taking lots of pictures, handing each one of them to my
wife. “A little insurance she said.  No matter how our “Training” goes,
I’m sure he will not want these to get out”   My mind was really I a
daze now.  In spite of my humiliating condition, I found myself enjoying
the oral stimulation.  He really did a good job!  I began to push,
meeting his sucking motions with my own hip thrusts.  When I couldn’t
help myself anymore, I came.    Mistress Jane didn’t waste any time. 
she unhooked the chain from around my neck, and passing it through my
legs, brought it up behind me.  with a quick jerk, she reminded me that
it was still hooked to my balls.  “OH,  God, Please stop” I cried  I
could feel my balls being puled tightly back between my legs.  Mistress
laughed.  “I’ll stop all right, but now it is your turn”  she handed the
camera to Anita and told her to keep taking insurance pictures.  She
continued pulling up on the chain,  pulling my balls tight into the
crack of my ass.  As I began begging her to stop, she pushed down on my
head until I found myself on my knees, in front of Pet!  I couldn’t
believe this was happening.   The experience was almost unbearable.  Pet
looked down at me, smiled, and released his very large cock.  Soon I was
gagging as Pet began to use my mouth.  Mistress held my head for Pet,
and even pushed me farther on his cock.  I could feel his large rod
going down my throat.   Soon it was over.  He exploded with a force I
couldn’t believe.  His  nasty tasting thick spunk went deep in me.  I
thought for sure I was going to be sick, and started gagging.  “You
throw up, and you’ll lick that up too” Mistress Jane said.  As soon as
Pet was done cuming, Mistress Jane turned me around and pushed me over,
still on my knees, in front of my wife.  “Anita, do you think you can
pee a little?  I think Dog would really like to get the taste of Pet out
of his mouth.”  “Yea, I think so”  My wife replied.  She lifter her
skirt, and pulled her panties over to one side, and spread her pussy
lips with two fingers.  “Here you go honey” she Said.  Mistress forced
my face up against my wife’s cunt.  Pulling up on the chain, told me to
be sure and open my mouth wide.  She told me that if I spilled any piss,
she would let Pet be next!   I had never experienced the sight and smell
of my wife like this.  As Mistress pushed my face tighter against My
wife’s pussy, I could feel her clit extend slightly, and saw her stomach
rise as she got ready to piss.  She was really going to piss in my
mouth!  Before I could think anymore, a stream of hot salty pee starting
filling my mouth and senses.  I could hear mistress telling Anita to pee
real slow, “You want to learn to make this kind of thing last as long as
you can.  It can be very relaxing to lay back and have your slave 
slowly suck the piss out of you”   I gulped as fast as I could.  The
smell and taste invaded all of my senses.  It wasn’t as bad as I thought
it might be!  It was much better tasting than Pets Cum!  Anita finally
finished relieving herself.  Mistress pulled me back from my work.  She
Pulled my head back by my hair, so I was looking up at my wife.  She
pulled up hard enough on the cock chain to remind me that she owned me. 
I was still close enough to Anita’s cunt to smell her sexy sent mixed
with her piss.  Mistress Jane  ordered me to thank my wife for the fresh
taste of her nectar.   I hardly recognized my own voice as I thanked
her.  Her wetness still all over my face.  Mistress then  called my
attention to the fact that I was once again as hard as a rock.  “I guess
you like this kind of thing more than you know” she said with a laugh. 
“What you have learned tonight is that you like the taste of your wife
more than you knew..... remember that, it’s just the beginning.  Now,
Pet, Take Dog to the bathroom so he can clean his face  and then to his
room.  Make sure he is secure there.  I’ll check on him later.


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