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Our Perfect Night Out Chapt.  13a (FM/fm, Ds, Mm, Ff, oral, anal, slut
wife, spanking, exhibitionism) (C)Copyright 2016 Sharku@aol.com

   Author's Note: It's been a VERY long time since I first started writing
the story of Frank & Stacy.  Readers MIGHT (although I doubt it) pick up on
some story inconsistencies.  Life changes and time tend to do that.  As
before, I welcome constructive criticism!

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   CHAPTER XIIIa

   It takes me a few seconds to recover my wits and come out of the strange
erotic zone that I was in all night.  Stacy's pussy is grinding into my
mouth, covering me with her juices.  I feel her hand running over my body
as she unties me and removes the dildo from my ass.  "OK Frank, hop up,"
she says while springing to her feet.  I slowly gather myself and rise
first to my knees.

   "Stacy, PUHLEEZE let me cum!  My balls hurt so bad I can hardly stand
it!" And in truth they hurt...badly.  Guys, especially younger guys know
that feeling.  "Blue balls" from back in the day.  Back before sex was a
given and I often went home from dates after hitting first or second base.
Back then knew that a quick jerk off before bedtime would set me right. 
But not this morning.  "Frank!  Stand up and keep your hands away from your
prick."

   I compose myself and, fighting a touch of vertigo, crouch and then stand
up.  My hard on points directly at where Mistress and Master sit, bemusedly
observing all.  Stacy is already walking, fairly prancing away down the
hall.  She disappears around a corner as her ass cheeks jiggle
delightfully. "Frank, come here please," intones Mistress.  I snap out of
my revelry and walk slowly over to stand at attention before Mistress. 
Quick as a cat she reaches out and grasps my swollen balls.  Taking a
second to adjust her grip, Mistress slowly squeezes my nut sack, massaging
it roughly and stretching it down and away from my body.  Instantly my
senses are hightened, I gasp audibly.

   "Frank, it's time for you to hear our rules.  Stacy already has hers and
now we feel that you're finally in the..."right" mood now to hear, agree
and obey.  But before we start Frank, remember that these rules aren't
negotiable.  Once you freely agree to them, we demand unconditional and
unhesitating compliance.  You will report to the both of us, and to Stacy
your actions and efforts to comply with our rules.  Right now you're horny
and pliable and in the "mood" to agree to and do anything.  There will be
times when what we demand won't be "exciting" to you and you'll be tempted
to disobey or to not follow through with a demand.  DO NOT think that we
won't find out or that you won't eventually tell us Frank.  Your ours now
Frank, and by extension, your Stacy's.  So, with that in mind, here are a
simple set of rules we expect you to follow:

   1.  "Instant obediance and compliance with all rules and orders from
myself, Master and Stacy.  There will be times when our orders may
unknowingly seem to conflict.  That's your problem to untangle.  Fail in an
order or orders and you will be punished."

   2.  "100% honesty.  We don't abide liars Frank.  If any of us direct a
specific question at you, you will instantly offer a full and complete
answer.  This same rule extends to friends, co-workers, and even complete
strangers, family is exempt of course.  Barring some instances that we'll
leave up to you to decide, any question specifically directed to you
regarding sex, our relationship, sexuality or past sexual acts will be
answered fully and completely.  So, if in the course of a conversation with
a co-worker, he turns to you and asks you directly whether or not you've
ever sucked another man's cock, you WILL answer, "yes".  If he (or she)
then asks if you are gay, you will answer..."(she pauses her and looks at
me in expectation of my answer).  "Er...I'd answer NO Mistress." "How then
will you answer when his next question is, 'why did you suck another man's
cock then?'" "I'd tell him because I was ordered to do it." "Very good
Frank," she replies.

   3.  "Along those same lines, you MUST comply with any and all direct
sexual orders.  We're not talking about locker room, slap the ass teasing.
But if anyone (stranger, co-worker etc) were to directly order you to
perform a sexual act, (again baring safety) you must instantly comply.  So
say for example that same co-worker were to then ask if you'd suck his cock
if he ordered it, you'd be forced to answer, "yes" correct?" "Yes
Mistress." "See dear" she says glancing at Master, "I told you he'd get it
quickly." "OK Frank, if he then stepped into an unoccupied office and
ordered you to your knees, unzipped his pants and ordered you to suck his
cock, what would you do?" "I'd drop to my knees and suck his cock
Mistress." "VERY good Frank.  I'm very proud of you!"

   4.  There are standard daily, weekly and monthly performance demands
that we expect to help keep you horny and compliant.  We'll change these
periodically but here are some for now:

   *You will NOT orgasm without permission under any circumstances.  *You
will lick and suck Stacy's pussy and ass at least once daily, bringing her
to orgasm (unless we've ordered her not to cum) *At least twice a day you
will masturbate and bring yourself as near to orgasm as you can without
shooting off.  This must be done in some sort of public (albeit hidden)
location such as your office, car, public restroom etc.  *When you are
home, either alone or with Stacy, you will be nude or in whatever outfit
you are ordered to wear.  When you come home from work, you will go through
the sunroom and instantly strip off all your cloths.  This is to be done
despite the fact that the sunroom is clearly visible from some of your
neighbor's upstairs windows.  *At least once each month you MUST convince
someone to fuck Stacy.  We don't care who, how or where, but Stacy is to be
fucked by someone who KNOWS she's your wife and KNOWS you want them to fuck
her.  *At least twice each month YOU must suck a "new" cock.  Someone who
you haven't serviced before.  If necessary, you will ask Stacy to help you
find a cock to suck.  *You must be fucked in the ass at least once every
three months.  We don't care how, but Stacy with a strap on doesn't count
and neither does your Master.  Your ass will be fuckd by a real person. 
One of Stacy's lovers, a neighbor, a stranger...we don't care.

   5.  You will swallow any and all cum available.  If Stacy is fucked by
five black guys at an orgy, you will ask to clean her pussy.  If you are
allowed an orgasm, you will swallow your own cum.

   6.  Always remember Frank, you service is to Stacy and her need to be a
slut.  At all times, you are to support her need for cock.  There will be
times when Stacy is under orders from us to fuck or she just "feels the
need" for cock.  Once you are made aware of her needs, you are to assist
her in every way possible to fill that order or need.  There will also be
"mileposts" or goals set for you periodically.  Your first you get today.
You play golf right?  As of right now, you have six months to arrange for
all seven of your golf buddies to fuck Stacy.  Again, we don't care how,
where or when but within six months, your closest buddies are all going to
fuck your wife.  Oh, and Frank, Stacy is NOT to know that you're arranging
for these adventures.

   Still holding onto my balls with one hand, mistress turns to a sheet of
paper on the table.  "Now then," she says, "pick that up and read it Frank.
Stacy has prepared some additional rules of her own that you are going to
agree to.  You ARE going to agree to them right Frank?" This last was
emphasized by a firm, rolling squeeze on my testicles.  I feel my balls
rubbing together uncomfortably.

   "Errr....yes Mistress." I manage to say around my discomfort.

   1.  The cuckold (that's you Frank) cannot have any sexual relations with
any other woman apart from the cuckoldress (that's me sweetheart) , he must
be loyal.  2.  No sexual demands to be put on the cuckoldress, she calls
all the shots.

   3.  The cuckold must obey all commands of the cuckoldress, no questions
asked.

   4.  The cuckoldress can have as many lovers and sexual encounters as she
wishes, with or without the presense of the cuckold.

   5.  The cuckold cannot jerk off at all, cannot have sex off her, cannot
have blow jobs off her, but he may himself be allowed to jerk himself off
if the cuckoldress thinks he's been a good boy and as a reward.

   6.  The cuckold will always drink his cum as a thank you to his
cuckoldress any time he is allowed to jerk off.

   7.  If present while the cuckoldress is having sex or is entertaining a
male lover, the cuckold must always ask if the lover would like the cuck to
suck his cock.  He must also ask if the lover would like to cum in the
cuck's mouth or if he only wants the cuck to get his cock hard and ready
for the lover to fuck his wife.  And the cuckold always swallow on command,
by either the cuckoldress or the lovers.

   8.  The cuckold should always clean up the lovers cum from her with his
tongue, and never let it go to waste, and always thank them for allowing
him to doing so.

   9.  The cuckold should always vacate the house if the cuckoldress
requires privacy for herself and her lovers, and give her transport to and
from her meetings.



   "That's it for now Frank." Mistress says.  Mistress directs me to sign,
indicating a pen lying on the table next to her coffee.  My balls are still
held tightly, my testicles being squeezed and rolled, giving me that
slightly queasy feeling in my stomach that feels bad and good at the same
time.  "Frank, sign it now please, and make it legible in case we need to
show it to anyone as proof.  You know how bad your hand writting is."

   I lean over and take up the pen, my hand trembles lightly and my cock
head brushes the cool metal edge of the table.  "This is it," I think to
myself.  "Is this what I want?  Sign this and the world will know that my
wife is a slut and I'm a cock sucking cuckold." Just then I feel Mistresses
other hand slide around my ass cheeks, her finger effortlessly slips into
my asshole.  I sign the paper and remain bent over, moaning in
pleasure/pain...damn it.

   I start to stand back up away from the table when I feel Master's hand
press me back down.  "Stay there Frank, don't move.  We still need to seal
the contract."

   Confused again I obey, my face is pressed into the cold surface of the
table.  Odd how you notice things sometimes but right then, I happen to
realize that the curtains are drawn and the blinds facing the table are
open .  My neighbor is outside, getting ready to mow his lawn on this
sunday morning.  "I wonder, if he looks over here if he can see in the
window?  I've never paid attention when I was outside but the windows are
big, floor to ceiling height and look straight into where I'm now bent
over, nude.  I'm brought back to the moment as master carefully folds his
napkin, takes a sip of coffee then stands up from his breakfast.  He's
untying the sash on his robe as he disappears from my view.  Mistresses
finger withdraws from my ass but her grip on my balls tightens even more.
"He's ready dear," she says.  "Having the dildo shoved up is ass all night
has really loosened him up."

   "Relax Frank," I hear Master say.  "I don't know about this time, but
eventually you're going to learn to expect this, and perhaps someday you'll
enjoy it." I feel Mistress spread my ass cheeks.  "But right now, I'm going
to fuck you in the ass.  I want you to relax and stare out the window. 
Your neighbor is out there, watch him while I fuck you.  Ask yourself if he
can see you.  Does he see me standing behind you working my cock into your
ass?  Ask yourself if he knows what we did last night and ask yourself if
he's already seen your wife's naked body.  And he's young so ask yourself
how long will it be before he's fucking your wife."

   This whole time I feel the pressure of master's large cock head pressing
against my sphincter.  Instinctively I clench up but Mistresses' hands
manipulate my cock and balls expertly, helping me to relax.  A moment's
resistance then I feel Master's cock slide between my cheeks and into my
ass.  Deep, deep, deeper until that emptiness I felt when the dildo was
withdrawn is filled again.  He's in fully now, I can feel his balls against
my ass.  "I'm going to be considerate of you Frank and wait.  I want you to
let me know when you're read for me to fuck you.  Just ask me nicely and
I'll start sliding my cock in and out of you slowly."

   I am still staring out the window but I'm not certain that I'm actually
seeing anything in front of my eyes.  I find mysef concentrating on the
sensations I'm feeling.  The image of what I might look like should anyone
be watching excite me almost more than I can bear.  I'm a grown man, good
looking, healthy, confident in my masculinity.  I am a "boss" at work and
have the confidence to lead an office full people.  Yet here I am, bent
over my own breakfast table, nude, with a cock shoved up my ass.  "I'm
ready Master" I hear myself respond.  "Please fuck my ass."

   "Of course Frank," he replies.  And I feel the motion begin again.  A
slow withdrawal of inches until the head of his cock almost pulls out
completely, then a slow insertion again, fully to the hilt.  Once, twice,
three times this slow steady motion, gradually increasing in pace.  Funny
thing, at some point I find myself watching neighbor again.  My attention
was probably drawn back to him when he started his mower.  My eyes locked
on his slow back and forth pace across his lawn, I realize that I'm now
moving.  I'm rocking slowly back and forth across one end of the table,
Master's cock sliding effortlessly in and out of my ass.  Faster and faster
I feel him move to a point I can tell he's no longer concerned with my
comfort, but only with his impending orgasm.  Finally, I feel him withdraw
completely and with a grunt, I feel his warm, sticky cum shoot across my
ass cheeks and up my back.

   A pause as we all seem to be taking in what just happened.  Master is
coming down from that special place an orgasm takes us.  Mistress seems to
be staring, locking in the image of what she's just seen.  And I'm still
staring out the window, seemingly directly into the eyes of my neighbor,
wondering again if he can actually see me.  The pressure on my testicles
releases as Mistress orders, "stand up Frank, we're finished here." Master
has stepped back and is closing his robe.  "Go on and get cleaned up Frank,
go to the back shower.  Stacy's waiting for you there.  Show her the cum on
your back and tell her you signed the paper.  Then help her with her
shower. She knows what's expected."

   Still in a daze I stand up and excuse myself from the table.  I feel the
still warm cum sliding down into the crack of my ass.  My cock juts
obscenely out in front of me, "go on Frank, run along and help your wife
get ready." Dismissed, I turn and walk slowly down the hall towards the
master bath.  Behind me I hear Master's comment in reply to a question from
Mistress, "...tight.  But surprisingly eager.  A few more times and he'll
be fine."

   Stacy is waiting for me in our bedroom.  She is nude and has apparently
just finished laying out the clothes that we are excepted to wear today.  A
quick glance and I see what appears to be her tennis outfit.  Short skirt
and tight sweater but with high heels instead of tennis shoes.  I also see
a pair of slacks for me.  They look like the very light weight, linen ones
I normally wear when we go out in the summer.  They are very loose and tend
to show crotch bulges easily so I wear them with "tighty-whitie" underwear
to prevent embarrassment.  I don't see any undercloths, for either of us.

   Hands on her hips, a knowing smile on her face, Stacy can't help but ask
excitedly, "Well?  Did you sign?  Quick, tell me ALL about it.  I want to
hear every detail!"

   Of course I'm embarrassed.  But Stacy quickly assumes control and
reminds me of the rule requiring 100% honesty.  "Tell me everything Frank,
don't skip a single thing.  Tell me what you were thinking, what you were
feeling, how it made you feel." Sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs
splayed wide, Stacy begins slowly stroking her pussy.  I start recounting
the signing as I watch her hands slide up and down her body.  Her eyes are
closed and I can see a faint sheen of moisture on her cunt lips.  And of
course, I give in...telling her about my humiliation and arousal as I
pictured her at the orgy Mistress described.  I remember Mistress' example
of honesty and compliance and how I mentally pictured myself being required
to suck off one of my co-workers.  And finally, I described in intimate
detail how Master fucked me.  How it made me feel to have his cock sliding
in and out of me.  Knowing that it was going to happen again and again. 
And finally, I wondered aloud again if our neighbor could see in....

   As my story comes to a close, Stacy's hands stop moving and her eyes
open.  She shudders visibly, "damn Frank, and here I've been ordered not to
cum!" She stands up again, all business, "that was good Frank, you've a
talent for story telling.  I can see that there will be many nights where
you'll be entertaining my friends and I with stories of our adventures."
Staring at me matter-of-factly she blurts out, "Hey!  You know Jennifer
right?  She always tells racy stories about herself when she get's drunk at
our parties.  I bet she'd love to her you tell that story!  Hmmm..." she
says as she turns and starts walking back to the bathroom, "that gives me
an idea.  C'mon Frank, time to clean up.  You've been a naughty boy and
you're dirty."

   Staring at her beautiful ass, I follow her into the master bath.  It's
large and like the shower it holds, can easily accommodate 2-3 people at a
time.  I know this because in one of our "experimental" phases, Stacy and I
hosted a threesome with one of her old college girlfriends.  That was an
odd experience in and of itself.  I found myself relegated to mostly
watching as Stacy and her friend explored each other.  I will admit that
showering with two lovely ladies was fun though.  I jerked off quite a bit
to that scene playing through my head.

   Pulled out of my revelry, Stacy opens the door to the shower, the steam
flows out as she steps in.  "Come on in Frank and rinse off." I step
through the door and onto the slate floor of the large shower.  The water
sluices over my head and body.  My balls still ache and my cock is still
semi-hard but I feel some relief as the warmth relaxes my tense muscles.  I
turn around as Stacy taps me on the shoulder and hands me a puffy bath
sponge and a bottle of lovely scented bath gel.  "Wash me," she demands and
spreads her feet shoulder width apart.  She languorously lifts her arms
above her head, stretching her body and presenting her tits to me.

   "Good Lord your beautiful Stacy!" I begin to step forward and take her
in my arms.  Immediately one hand comes down and gentle restrains me "No
Frank.  Wash.  Top to bottom, front and back, don't miss a spot.  But DO
NOT forget your place.  I've been fucked all night and every hole I've got
has been used at least once.  Be gentle but thorough.  I've got cum in
places I didn't know I had."

   "Yes Stacy of course," I reply meekly.  Soaping up the sponge I begin
lathering her up.  I slowly run the sponge up and down from her breasts,
over her nipples and down her taut stomach to her waist.  When I shift
angles and start to run the sponge down between her legs she suddenly stops
me.

   "Not yet Frank.  From now on when you see my pussy you're going to be at
eye level with it." I admit to being slightly confused.  "You kneel when
you see my pussy Frank, that includes washing not just servicing it."
Saying this, she turns around, indicating I should soap her back.  I can't
help but notice that standing close to me, my cock head brushes lightly
against her ass cheeks.  MAN what I wouldn't give to be able to slide it
into her cute, pert ass right now!  My balls feel like they are the size of
grapefruit.

   When I finish her back Stacy quietly reminds me to kneel.  I slowly sink
down to my knees on the wet, slate floor of the shower.  It's glistening
wet, shiny and smooth.  Stacy's got a beautiful pussy.  Her cunt lips don't
pucker out, nor are they tight.  Sort of like a belly button, she's neither
an "inny" nor an "outtie" but is just right.  She keeps it neatly trimmed,
with a little patch above her clit.  With her legs spread slightly apart, I
run the sponge back an forth slowly, gently cleaning her up.  Back and
forth the sponge slides, from her ass forwards to her pussy.  A few times
only and I can tell that Stacy is enjoying the sensation.  Her hips start
to move in rhythm to my stroking, back and forth.  Visibly forcing herself
to stop, Stacy turns around and again presents her beautiful ass to me. 
Her cheeks are at eye level as she slowly bends over, resting her hands
against the wall of the shower.  Her rose hole peeks at me, teasing me.

   "Quickly Frank, lick my ass.  Dig your tongue deep into me and don't
miss a spot." Of course I instantly obey.  I extend my tongue and press my
face against the smooth, wet skin of her ass cheeks.  Up and down my tongue
glides, drinking in her taste.  Finally, I find her hole.  Pressing even
harder I force my tongue deep into her ass.  Fucking her with it.

   "Master fucked my ass last night Frank, just like he did yours," she
says while bent over.  "Mistress fucked me too, with that dildo I keep in
the nightstand.  I've done it a few times, you know to make you happy, but
I've decided that I ENJOY being fucked in the ass.  It's naughtier, sexier,
makes me feel..mmmm, you're good Frank....makes me feel like a slut. 
Master decided as part of our new lifestyle, I'm going to be fucked in the
ass a lot more.  He knows I like it, and it keeps me horny because I can't
cum.  So, I need to find a guy who appreciates anal sex.  You know.  A guy
that will just fuck my ass.  Nothing more, no foreplay, no strings, just a
regular guy that will appreciate fucking my asshole.  Is that OK with you
Frank?"

   My face buried between her cheeks, I mumble, "Yes Stacy."

   "That's good Frank, because I've already got my eye on a couple of
possibilities.  <chuckling> Frank, do you know of any of your friends that
are 'ass men'?" Stacy straightens up, pulling her ass away from me.  I'm
left on my knees with my tongue again extended out obscenely.  "Thanks
Frank.  That felt good.  "Now then," turning and sitting on the shower
bench, "I've got to shave my pussy and legs.  You go on and wash up, and
DON'T FORGET to clean your ass, cock and balls.  I know where they've been
these past 24 hours." She beckons me forward, reaching out and cupping her
hand.  I step forward and instinctively place my aching balls into her
palm. "And I'll also be watching to make sure you don't 'accidentally'
cum." This last was said as she slowly closes her hand around my balls. 
The pressure increases to a mildly painful level.  Just as I readjust and
spread my legs, she releases her grip and dismisses me.  "Go on Frank,
clean up."

   I guess at some point you get at least accustomed to the sensation of
blue balls.  It's sort of pleasant in a weird, uncomfortable way.  Washing
myself thoroughly means lifting and scrubbing my ball sac.  That
uncomfortable sensation of my testicles rolling around and squeezing
against each other reminds me of how horny I am.  That's the weird/pleasant
thing about it.  It doesn't "feel" good because it's uncomfortable, not
painful but really uncomfortable.  But mentally, it reminds me.  It keeps
me horny and focused on erotic feelings.  Physically, my cock reacts as
expected, staying semi-hard despite that discomfort.  As I wash, Stacy has
pulled her legs up and her pussy is covered in a light coating of shaving
cream.  Her pussy was always kept clean, her bush was always neatly
trimmed. Today, she informs me, she's shaving it completely.  Master
demands it that be kept that way.  "REAL men like to see their pussies
bald" she says.  "When people stroke my pussy, they want to feel smooth
skin and silky, wet cunt lips" she says.  "Besides," she adds, "I'll be
flashing a lot more from now on and no one wants to ruin an 'accidental'
pussy upskirt by seeing a hairy cunt."

   "Pay attention Frank." Stacy's voice jolts me out of my daze.  I guess
I've been staring at her, that glazed look and erect cock was a dead
giveaway.  "There, I'm done.  Finish up while I dry off and get dressed. 
And remember, NO CUM.  I'll check you when you get out and your balls
better be just as nicely full of cum as they are right now." This last is
said as Stacy has again reached out and grasped my nuts.  She squeezes them
tightly, this time painfully, then hefts them as if checking their weight.
I turn back to my shower as she releases her grip.  Behind me I hear the
shower door open and close as a cool breath of air drifts quickly across my
ass.  Goose bumps are forming as I hear Stacy begin to towel off.

   My morning shower finished I step out and dry off.  My cock, now
seemingly in a perpetual state of semi-erection, bobs up and down as I walk
into the bedroom.  Stacy is almost finished getting dressed and is
delicately standing on one foot to put on her high heels.  With the short
outfit she's wearing, it's easy to see her ass cheeks peeking out from
under her tennis skirt.  Stacy stops me as I am about to pull up my slacks.
"Hold still Frank" she says.  I stop with my slacks around my ankles.  My
cock pokes out from underneath my shirt tail.  Sitting on the edge of the
bed, "Come here Frank." From somewhere Stacy has produced a small, pink
ribbon, the sort she uses to tie her hair up in a pony tail occasionally.
She grasps me by my balls and pulls me closer.  "We need to accessorize
Frank.  Nothing like a nice, tightly bound set of cock and balls to keep
things interesting." Stacy wraps the ribbon tightly around my ball sack a
couple of times then around the base of my cock.  Immediately my cock
swells even more, the feeling of constriction grows as the blood swells to
my cock head.  "There, that's better" she says.  She bounces my balls a
couple of times in the palm of her hand then gently pushes me back.  "Pull
up your pants Frank, you look silly."

   Of course, the ribbon has only added to the discomfort I'm feeling.  As
I carefully zip up, I realize that just as I feared, my hard on tents in my
pants.  It's obvious to anyone that even glances at me that my cock is
hard.

   "C'mon Frank, time to go!" Stacy stands up and walks out of our bedroom,
her heels clicking on the floor.  I gather my thoughts and meekly follow
behind, my bound cock and balls swinging freely in my pants.  It takes some
getting used to but as I walk down the hall behind Stacy I begin to get the
rhythm.  My swollen cock rubs lightly from side to side, brushing lightly
against the inside of my slacks.  While my ball sac, bound tightly, is
squeezed out in front of my legs.  This makes them...what's the word? 
"Squish".  They "squish" side to side and stretch slightly with each step.
In other words, every step insures a slight bit of stimulation.  Nice, it's
going to be another long day.

   Which makes me wonder.  I've been teased and tormented solid for 24
hours now.  I've been sexually humiliated.  I've stroked and played with
myself for the pleasure of others.  I've sucked cock and been fucked in the
ass.  And I've watched and helped while my wife has devolved into a slut.
Have I cum?  NO!  Has SHE?  Most definitely!  I would guess that Stacy's
cunt has been fucked at least a dozen times now by various cocks.  She's
had who knows how many orgasms.  She likes it: no she LOVES it.  She's
aware of my humiliation and how much that arouses me.  But she's also aware
of the denial of release.  Part of her dominance over me in our new
relationship is her control.  She can have whatever she wants, whenever she
wants it and I'm required to help.  On the otherhand, I've been relegated
to the role of submissive cuckold.  My place is to facilitate her pursuit
of sex.  My body is for the pleasure of others, not myself



   Master and Mistress are waiting for us down the hall, both dressed and
sitting on the couch.  Stacy glides over and slips in between them.  She
automatically spreads her legs slightly as Master and Mistress' hands move
to rest lightly on her thighs.  As I move to stand respectfully before
them, I can't help but glance at Stacy's pussy.  It appears tantalizing
from beneath her short skirt.  I also notice that Stacy has made sure to
lift her skirt from beneath her so that her ass cheeks rest directly on the
cushion.

   Master looks me up and down "looks like you've got quite the package
hidden in there Frank" he says, indicating my bulging crotch.  "Yes Master"
is all I can manage to say.  "Unzip Frank, let's see what you've going on."
Still standing at attention, I reach down and unzip my fly.  Instantly my
cock flops out.  Semi-erect, it sticks out about three inches, pointing
straight at Master.

   "Balls Stacy, I want to see his balls please."

   Stacy responds quickly, "of course Master".  Leaning forward she
delicately reaches out towards my cock then "scoops" my balls out of the
open zipper.  Mistress chuckles, "pink ribbon, nice touch!" My cock begins
to swell and that uncomfortable "blue balls" feeling that had receeded
slightly after the shower starts coming back.

   "Stacy, take his cock head in your mouth," Mistress orders.  "Just his
cock head, that's good...just like that." I glance down at stacy, leaning
forward on the edge of the couch, she has her lips wrapped around my cock
head.  I notice a slight smirk on her face despite her lips being otherwise
busy.  "Frank!  Stop looking at the slut while she's working.  This is an
object lesson for her and this cock is the object.  Look straight ahead,
that's a good boy.  You need to learn that you're just an object, you may
be tortured and teased but your just an object, pay no attention to what's
being done to your body unless otherwise ordered."

   I snap my attention to the painting on the wall behind the couch. 
"Stacy, you feel that cock?  Is it swelling?" "MMMHUMMM" Stacy answers.  I
feel the vibrations through my cock from her voice.  "But the head is still
soft isn't it Stacy?" "MMMHUMMM".  More vibrations.  "Stacy, I want you to
slowly squeeze your lips tighter while sucking on the head." The pressure
on my cock head intensifies as Stacy's lips slowly tighten.  "Are you
sucking Stacy?  Just like when you're trying to suck a pit out of a cherry.
Slow pressure and sucking at the same time."

   "Frank?" "Look at me Frank.  Is this getting uncomfortable yet?  How
does it feel?"

   "Intense," I answer.  "The feeling in my cock head is intense.  Not
painful but almost painful.  I can feel the pleasure and the need for
release from her sucking but the squeezing tighter and tighter is....almost
painful."

   "How long could you hold this position Frank?  Being stuck between
pleasure and pain, release and denial?"

   "I'm not sure mistress.  Probably for quite a while.  It's like I'm
right on the edge but can't quite pass through to an orgasm."

   "Most men would consider themselves in control if they had a woman on
her knees at their feet, sucking their cock.  But always remember that pain
Frank.  For you, having Stacy's mouth on your cock is a position of
strength for HER.  She's in control Frank, of the pleasure AND the pain.

   "Thank you Frank.  Stacy, release his cock please." Releasing as
ordered, Stacy begins to stand up from her place at my feet.  My cock juts
out straight at Stacy, the head almost touching her nose.  "No dear, stay
right there.  Turn around."

   Stacy shuffles her knees a bit and turns around, her face now level with
Master's crotch.  I glance up to see Master give Mistress a knowing smile,
then he slowly unzips his slacks, his fat cock and balls fall out.

   Stacy," mistress regains our attention "take Master's balls into your
mouth....yes, both of them.  And use only your mouth Stacy, not your hands"
This last was in answer to Stacy's unsure glance up at Mistress.  "And
don't think that your hesitation won't be punished later." Stacy gulps
visibly then leans forward to grasp Master's ass with her hands.  Holding
herself steady, I imagine her hot breath on my crotch as she presses her
face into Master's ball sac.  His swollen balls start rolling around on
Stacy's face as she works them into position, then "pop" they both
disappear into Stacy's mouth.

   "Now hold there Stacy, don't move.  Caress his balls, lick them, suck
them, they are what you desire now Stacy."

   "Now then Frank, in this case, Stacy is a slut.  She wants Master's
cock, she NEEDS his cum.  HE is in control, not her.  He could just as
easily jam his cock down her throat and cum as shove her away and zip back
up.  iShe's being trained in the difference.  You are her toy, her tool. 
By working you over and maintaining your level of arousal, she is keeping
herself ready for a real man's cock and needs.

   With his balls in her mouth, Master's cock rests in the middle of
Stacy's upturned face.  I notice that as he's talking, Master is slowly
stroking Stacy's hair.  Like an obdient puppy, she absorbs his attention
with affection and longing.

   Master continues talking, pulling me back to the moment.  "Frank, kneel
and take my cock in your mouth." I quickly comply, not the least bit
embarrassed that Stacy's beautiful face is right next to mine.  I see her
smile sexily as I use my tongue to grasp Master's cock and pull it into my
waiting mouth.  "You see dear,"says Master "just 24 hours and already these
two are learning their place.  No Frank, don't suck me off.  I know you're
learning to enjoy the taste of cum, but I'm saving myself for later."

   Stacy glances at me out of the corner of her eye.  "UUUH-HU!" She
mumbles in the negative.

   Stepping back slightly, Master leaves both Stacy and I on our knees, our
mouths and tongues grasping for his cock and balls.  "Now then boys and
girls, get up off your knees and stand up.  Let's go shopping!" I stand up
quickly, my cock and balls uncomfortable and exposed, jut out in front of
me from the open zipper.

   Mistress turns us both around and stands us side by side.  As if at an
inspection she looks us up and down then walks behind and does the same. 
"Eyes front Frank," she says when she catches me looking.  In my quick
glance I caught her lifting Stacy's tennis skirt up and pat her bare ass
cheeks.  She then walks around and stands in front of us both.  "Very nice
you two, just a few adjustments here" she adds as she unbuttons the top
three buttons of Stacy's sweater, "and you'll be fine Stacy." "Frank,
there's not much I can do for you," she adds as she grasps my cock and
squeezes, "but let's leave this out and exposed until I tell you otherwise
ok?"

   "Just so you know," adds Master, "Mistress is the expert in
exhibitionism and display.  She's particularly good at walking that fine
line in public just shy of being arrested.  She's had lot's of experience
displaying herself, as well as our other toys." This last was added as
Master walked up behind Mistress and grasps her large breasts from behind.
Gently but firmly he squeezes them and runs his hands over her taut
stomach.

   Abruptly he turns and starts walking towards the sunroom.  With a final
glance at my exposed cock, Mistress quickly follows.  Stacy dutifully falls
in line behind her, not even sparing me a glance.  I hesitate only long
enough to look down at my throbbing cock and swollen balls then hurry to
catch up.  As I walk through the sunroom towards the backyard and our
garden gate I again note how open our yard is and how several of our
neighbors have two story homes.  Who might be watching me right now, my
cock bobbing up and down in front of me.  Or, more likely, are they
watching Stacy?  You can't help but follow her beautiful body with your
eyes.  Her legs and ass are perfect, the skirt just covers her ass cheeks
and her heavy, braless tits swing nicely under her sweater.  Her nipples
are hard and leave nice tents in the fabric and I'm sure that the open
front is giving a nice, deep view of her ample, tanned cleavage.  Once
outside and into the backyard I'm visibly nervous.  Master, Mistress and
Stacy are waiting for me at the gate out to the driveway.  My gaze stops
momentarily on the stone bench where just last night Master had shoved his
cock down my throat.  My cock twitches with the memory.  They make no
attempt to hide their knowing smirks and stare unashamedly at my cock as I
walk around the pool and across the yard.

   As I reach their small group, Master throws open the gate and gestures
me outside the relative protection of the fenced in yard.  "It's hot Frank.
Go open up the car and get the A/C started.  We'll wait here with Stacy." I
obediently walk out onto the concrete and try to move so bulk of my SUV
stays between my cock and our neighbor's house across the alleyway behind.
I reach the driver's side door and look back to see Stacy pressed back
against the gate post, passionately making out with Master.  One hand
holding her tightly around the waist and the other snakes up under her
skirt.  "Someone IS GOING to see this eventually," I mutter to myself. 
Starting the car I shield myself behind the door and call out, "Master, the
doors are unlock and the car is cooled.  You may come out now."

   Stacy walks to the passenger side of the car, "Frank a gentleman always
opens the door for ladies." I send a brief helpless look in her direction
then thinking to again use the car to block the view, I start to walk back
around the front.  Master and Mistress are there, side by side blocking my
path.  After a brief knowing look Mistress smiles and twirls her finger,
indicating I should turn around and walk back the other way, the LONG way
around the back of the car.  I'm glancing around at the surrounding houses
and I walk and sure enough, as I reach the back of the car I'm pretty sure
I see the second floor bedroom curtains of Joe and Brenda's house move. 
Someone has been looking!  My already hard cock throbs.  Mmmmm, Brenda, now
there is a hot little number!  Blonde, petite with a gymnasts body.  Pert
little ass that she loves to highlight with tiny spandex riding
shorts...."STOP IT" I mutter to myself.  Stacy is standing in front of me
now, waiting for me to open the car door.  Without even a glance at me she
steps up into the SUV and slides over to the middle.  The need to both bend
over and hike her leg up gives me (and anyone else who happens to be
watching) a full view of both her ass and freshly shaved pussy.  I glance
up at the window again.  This time the curtains are definitely pulled back,
someone is watching.

   In a few, unguarded moments after making love, Stacy has cautiously
admitted that she finds Joe attractive.  He's "mildly intriguing in a dark,
Latin sort of way", she's said.  They don't have a pool so they've come
over a couple of times to borrow ours.  For some reason Joe likes to wear
tight swimmers briefs and not the usual baggy trunks.  He looks like he's
hung pretty well, his cock and balls filling out the swimsuit tightly.  I
couldn't help but notice he looks thick too.  He and Brenda have certainly
gotten "frisky" underwater after a few drinks with us.  Nothing obvious
mind you, but I'm pretty sure a few times I've seen Joe come out of the
pool with his dick hard as a rock and threatening to stick out his
waistband.  Come to think of it, he has been rather "helpful" to Stacy the
last few months.  A couple of times I've come home from work and "caught"
Joe leaving the backyard.  Stacy said that he had been helping her move
some boxes and decided to take a swim.  I mentally picture Stacy poolside
on her hand and needs, Joe driving his thick, long cock into her from
behind.  His tight, athletic ass clenching nicely as he pulls Stacy's ass
back into him.

   "FRANK!" Mistress snaps, "stop daydreaming and get in the car." I'm
instantly aware of intense pressure on my ballsac.  Mistress has climbed
into the backseat next to Stacy and is expressing her displeasure with a
VERY tight squeeze.  "Yes Mistress, my apologies!" I quickly step back as
soon as she releases my balls and close the door.  I glance up at the
window again as I walk back to the driver's side.  The drapes are closed
now.  Looking in the backseat quickly I see Stacy sitting between Mistress
and Master, her legs spread, one knee resting on either thigh next to her.
Her skirt has ridden up and her shaved pussy is exposed.  She sees me and
smiles sweetly.

   I climb into the drivers seat and thankfully shut the door.  I carefully
back out of the driveway and start for the mall.  Being an SUV, my seat is
higher than most other cars on the road.  Still, I'm very conscience of my
cock and balls sticking up from my lap.  Master leans forward and whispers
in my ear, "Frank, under no circumstances are you to cover up or hide your
cock.  And from now until we reach the mall, every time we have to stop at
a light or a sign, you are to use one hand to grab and squeeze your balls
TIGHTLY and with the other you are to stroke your cock.  Furthermore, you
are to be loud.  I want Stacy to hear you moan and groan while you play
with yourself." You will fantasize out loud, mmmm, you will fantasize out
loud that you watching Stacy perform.  You are encouraging her to be a cock
slut.  And make it LOUD Frank, and make those balls hurt."

   "Oh, and Frank" calls out Mistress, "do NOT turn around.  Nothing here
in the backseat is your business.  You're the driver, that's all." "Yes
Mistress," I respond submissively.

   The drive to the mall has never seemed so long, or so filled with
traffic lights.  Perhaps it was my imagination but I seemed to hit every
single red light in town along the way.  I could hear Stacy in the back,
soft moans, sounds of kissing and an occasional gasp of pain or pleasure.
For myself, my cock was raging for release.  My fantasies quickly
materialized in my mind into specific, cock and pussy grinding action
involving Stacy.  In my quick ball squeezing dreams, Stacy was in turn
seducing and fucking everyone from our gardeners, to the pool cleaner to
Joe.  I specifically added Joe and Brenda into the mix.  Perhaps it was my
suspicion that they had already seen Stacy's naked body poolside.  They had
almost certainly seen the action earlier in our driveway.

   This particular light was very long being a multi street intersection.
There was a semi-truck next to me at the light and I recall now that Master
had me roll the window down.  I'm fairly certain that the driver saw me
stroking myself as in my fantasy I encouraged Stacy to take Joe's cock
while shoving her tongue into Brenda's pert little asshole.

   "Frank...FRANK!  The light's green, take your hands off your cock and
drive please." I make the mistake of briefly glancing in the mirror as I
respond, "yes Mistress." I see Stacy's face, a sort of glassy eyed look of
pleasure in her eyes.  "You're looking Frank.  That's going to cost you
later," scolds Mistress.

   Finally at the mall, Master directs me to the parking garage at the rear
of the complex.  It's a weekday and the garage is mostly empty. 
Nevertheless Master orders me to drive up several stories in the building
until we reach a level without any cars.  "There Frank, pull in over there
in the corner." I park the car and quickly jump out to comply with Master's
order to open the doors.  My cock bobs up and down in front of me as I open
Master's door.  Master steps out as Stacy slides over seductively.  I'm
surprised as she reaches out and pulls me closer, my cock and balls level
with her face.  "Don't watch Frank," she says, "look straight ahead and
don't move a muscle."

   I lock eye contact with Mistress, still seated she smiles knowingly at
me.  I gasp sharply as Stacy reaches out and grabs my balls roughly.  She
squeezes tightly and pulls me even closer, her breath hot on my cock. 
Suddently, I feel her tongue.  Warm and wet it slides up and down my shaft.
Expertly she licks and sucks my cock.  My balls hurt from the pressure of
her grip but the pleasure my cock head is receiving is equally intense. 
Just as quickly Stacy releases her grip and steps out of the car.  "Put
your cock up Frank, we're going inside." The loose crotch of my trousers
tents noticibly as I quickly tuck myself in and zip up.  By the time I'm
ready, the three of them are already walking towards the elevator down to
the mall entrance.  I hurry to catch up, a serious case of blue balls
reminding me how badly I need to cum.

   "OK Frank, here's the rules.  Stacy, Mistress and I are shopping. 
You're watching and carrying packages.  The three of us are together,
you're the hired help.  Keep quiet and do what you're told, when you're
told and you'll do fine.  Stacy, we've already discussed your rules,
remember, be sexy." With that said, Master puts his arms possessively
around both girls' waists and exits the elevator into the busy mall.

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