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Authors name: b biddle (b380522@hotmail.com)
Story title : Dreams Can Come True

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Dreams Can Come True (Fdom/M, bd)
by b biddle (b380522@hotmail.com)

***

I asked Mary to let me be her sex slave for my birthday 
present. Boy, do I love it!

***

Chapter 1

"You want to do what?" Mary asked sitting bolt upright in 
bed.

My wife and I had just had a marvelous session of sex. We 
were nestled in each other's arms enjoying what the 
sexologists refer to a "postcoital-languor". That's 
highfalutin for "feeling fuckin' good afterwards!". And 
believe me I was feeling good. Mary is a wonderful 
bedmate. Just looking at her makes my cock hard, and I 
know from watching other guys around her that they are 
jealous as hell of me. She has the tits and ass that make 
men immediately spring to attention.

She has a great body and she knows how to use it. She 
really enjoys sex. She loves to suck my cock and she 
wiggles and moans when I return the favor by lapping her 
clit. My cock always finds her tight cunt-sopping wet as 
she writhes and thrashes to violent orgasms. She is 
nearly perfect.

As we had snuggled and patted and talked idly of 
yesterday, today and tomorrow she had asked me innocently 
"What do you want to do to celebrate your birthday this 
year?" Now this was a question to which I had given a lot 
of thought. We had recently gained access to the web and 
like most red-blooded American males I had explored the 
adult-oriented sections of the web-AKA pornography.

I had learned all kinds of things. Apparently I was more 
innocent than I had thought. I explored the world of 
fetishes. Most turned me off. Many I had never heard of 
before. One in particular resonated strongly with me. I 
hadn't realized it had a name, or that there were 
apparently lots of men out there who had the same urge I 
did.

So I was ready when Mary asked the fateful question "What 
do you want to do to celebrate your birthday this year?" 
I had been waiting for the question so that I could 
answer, "I want to be your sex slave."

Mary's initial response put a temporary damper on my 
hopes. Mary, however, is not only a fuckable woman but 
she is a loving wife. She was willing to listen to me. 
After her initial reaction, she snuggled back down and 
asked, "What do you mean you want to be my sex slave?"

I explained to her that I had a fantasy of being enslaved 
by a beautiful, sex-crazed woman who would keep me naked 
and force me to satisfy her lusts. Since she was the most 
beautiful woman I knew (not to mention one I trusted to 
keep things within limits) I wanted to spend my birthday 
as her sex slave. 

"I still don't think I get it," Mary continued. "What is 
it you want from me in all this? What would I have to 
do?" I told her. "You'd 'force' me to strip naked for 
your enjoyment. You'd do things to my body that I 'hate' 
like rubbing your hands all over it and fondling my cock 
and balls. You'd command me to do 'terrible' things like 
stick my cock in your cunt and fuck you. Stuff like that. 
Mostly the things we do anyway but with a little role-
playing. You the all-powerful mistress, me the absolute 
slave." She murmured a sort of assent. I took a deep 
breath, steeled myself and continued. "There is one 
special thing I'd like to have you do." "What's that?" 
she asked. "I'd like you to spank me." She stiffened a 
little, but I hurried on "I don't mean I want you to hurt 
me, just paddle me a little as part of the mistress-
superior, abject-slave relationship."

There was a long, pregnant pause. "I don't know, Bill. 
I'm not sure I can do it or want to do it even for your 
birthday." "Mary," I said "I'd really like it if you 
would. Would you please think about it? I'll give you an 
article I found that might explain things better than I 
have. Please read it and then let's talk again."

"Okay, Bill," she said. "I guess I can do that much." I 
kissed and hugged her. She snuggled and then said, "It's 
been a long day and you've given me a lot to think about. 
Let's go to sleep."

We had a last kiss and then turned to our own sides of 
the bed and drifted off to sleep holding hands.

Chapter 2

About a week later Mary and I were cuddled in our love 
seat watching something inane on TV. She hit the mute and 
turned to me "I've thought a lot about your birthday 
request. I'm not sure I see myself as a femdom but I love 
you and if that's what you want, I'll give it a try." I 
was thrilled and had an instant hard-on. "Thank you, 
Mary, oh thank you!" I said as I turned to her and pulled 
her close. I showered her face with kisses of gratitude.

"Down, boy, down" she laughed. We'd better talk some more 
about it because your birthday is next weekend. I'm going 
to have to know a lot more about what you want before 
then. Can you give me more details?" "You bet," I said. 
"I've fantasized about it a lot."

I continued. "I'll make a reservation at that hotel 
across town. I'll get a nice suite with in-room Jacuzzi 
and king-sized bed. Maybe they even have mirrors on the 
ceiling. We'll check in as early as possible-about 4 I'd 
think --and play until checkout time the next morning. 

When we get to the room you'll command me to strip and 
then you'll fondle me and paw me and call me 'slave' 
while I call you 'mistress'. Command me to do things so 
that we end up having sex a half-dozen times before 
checkout." She responded, "We've never come close to that 
many times in less than a day." "I know," I said, "but 
part of the fantasy is that I'll be forced to do it and 
succeed."

"But that's the part I'm not sure I can pull off. How do 
I know what to order you to do? This is for you, after 
all." "Let's try it like this," I said, "You order me to 
strip when we get to the room. As the evening goes on 
I'll say things like 'Mistress, please don't make me suck 
your nipples.' That would be your cue to say 'Okay, slave 
boy, suck my tits!'"

She thought about it a minute or two. "I guess I could do 
that. And you'd tell me when you want me to spank you the 
same way?" "Sure! I'd say, 'Oh, Mistress, please don't 
spank me.' You'd respond with 'Yes I will, slave, get 
over my knees.'" "How long should I spank you for?" she 
asked. "As long as you want since you're the Mistress, 
but I'll keep hollering 'please stop' which is your cue 
to keep spanking."

"There was something in the article you gave me about 
'safe words'. Shouldn't we have one?" she asked. "I'm not 
sure we need one, but if we get our signals crossed I'll 
say 'banana' and that means to stop what we're doing." 

"Banana?" she asked giggling "Why banana?" "Well," I 
answered, "It's not likely to come up naturally in any 
game we play and it's as good as any other." "Okay," said 
Mary, "Banana it is."

"Anything else you want me to do?" she asked. "There is 
one more thing," I said hesitantly. She looked a little 
worried as if I'd really gone far enough already and she 
didn't need more outrageous requests to cope with. 

"What?" she asked somewhat diffidently. "Would you go to 
the Frederick's store and buy a costume to wear?" "What 
kind of costume?" she asked a little defensively. I 
committed "One suitable for a sex-crazed Mistress." "And 
what are the characteristics of such a costume?" she 
asked in a slightly chilly tone. In for a penny as they 
say. "It should expose your nipples and cunt so that you 
can make your slave perform his duties quickly. It should 
probably have spiked heels. Mostly it should make you 
feel as though you are a powerful women who expects her 
body to be worshipped by her slave."

"I don't know about that", she said, "but I'll see what I 
can find that I don't feel silly in. Am I supposed to be 
wearing this outfit when we check in?" "No," I answered. 
Wear one of your sexier power suits that you wear to 
work. Maybe braless and without underwear. After you've 
got me stripped and have made me prance around for a 
while I'll cue you to change."

"Okay", she said. "I'm not at all sure about this, but if 
that's what you want, I'll try. After all, you're the 
only husband I've got even if you may be nuts." I hugged 
her and kissed her deeply. Soon my hands were on her 
magnificent breasts. Ten minutes later I was on top of 
her with my cock thrust deep into her hot, juicy cunt 
pumping for all I was worth. Mary came with a scream and 
then came again. As she came a third time I pushed up on 
my hands and stared at her magnificent tits and filled 
her cunt with my jizz. I was a very happy man.

Chapter 3

The day finally arrived. I had been so excited for so 
long that I was afraid I was going to have blue-balls. My 
testicles already hurt. We each packed our own bags. As I 
waited downstairs while Mary finished getting ready I was 
too excited to sit. I paced the floor like expectant 
fathers seem to do.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, she came slowly 
down the stairs. She watched me to gauge my reaction. I'm 
sure my jaw dropped a little. She was magnificent. She 
was wearing a tight skirt that molded her hips and ass. 
She was wearing a green silk blouse that caressed her 
breasts and her jutting nipples declared that she was 
bra-less. To add to the cock-hardening effect, it was 
unbuttoned two notches below office standards. She had 
piled her hair on her head. She might wear a dress like 
that to work, but if she wore it in that way her male 
coworkers wouldn't be able to concentrate. 

The effect on me was devastating. I was ready to fall 
down right there and worship her. She was magnificent. My 
wet dream had come true. I couldn't wait to get to the 
hotel.

As part of the female-superior arrangement, she drove to 
the hotel and tipped the valet while I stood around 
looking helpless and holding the door for her. She swept 
into the lobby and checked us in and tipped the bellhop 
after he showed us our suite. When the door closed she 
turned to me and said, somewhat tentatively "Strip, 
slave." She wasn't very convincing as a Mistress, but I 
didn't care. I was in heaven.

I stripped off my shoes and then my shirt and unbuckled 
my pants and dropped them to the floor. As I stepped out 
of them Mary noted that I wasn't wearing underwear. My 
cock was naked to view and rock hard. "Why aren't you 
wearing underpants?" she asked. "Because Mistress doesn't 
like me to wear more than absolutely necessary, Mistress. 
She demands quick access to my naked body." "So I do," 
she said with a giggle. Hardly mistress-like.

I stood in what I conceived of as "slave attention." I 
spread my legs and thrust my pelvis slightly forward. I 
put my hands behind my head and pushed my elbows back. 
Mary walked around inspecting me. She drew her hand 
across my ass as she circled me. Her hand slid teasingly 
over my cock. Then she stood before me and fondled my 
chest and brushed my nipples. Finally she reached down 
and took my cock in one hand and my balls in the other. 

She fondled them and said rather questioningly, "Are you 
afraid of what I might demand next, slave?" "Yes, 
Mistress" I answered. "What are you afraid I might 
demand?" "Please don't make me take your clothes off and 
fuck you." "Slave," she said, "I'm going to make you fuck 
me whether you want to or not. But first you must undress 
me even if you hate it." "Yes, Mistress," I said with 
feigned reluctance. She might not be into the part yet, 
but I was.

"Please don't make me do it in the bedroom where I have 
to see my degradation reflected in the mirror." "Get in 
the bedroom, slaveboy," she said. I detected a 
strengthening of her tone.
I kept my hands behind my head as I moved ahead of her 
into the bedroom. She remembered my spanking request 
because she swatted my ass and said, "No dawdling. Face 
it like a man." 

When we reached the bedroom I was delighted to see that 
the bed had satin sheets. My naked body with its hard, 
jutting cock was reflected from a dozen mirrors. This was 
paradise.

I turned to Mary who commanded. "Undress me slave." I 
finished unbuttoning her blouse and spread the blouse 
open and slipped it off her shoulders. Her nipples were 
rock hard with excitement. For the first time Mary made a 
request on her own "Lick my nipples, slave." Since I had 
been about to cue her to demand this I was delighted on 
two levels. One that I was going to lap those tits and 
two that Mary was perhaps beginning to enjoy her role.

I leaned forward and took one breast into my mouth. I 
sucked as much in as I could and worked my tongue eagerly 
around her nipple. With the other hand I lightly rubbed 
the other nipple with my palm. After a few minutes of 
attention I changed over and sucked the other one while 
using the tips of my fingers to stimulate the breast I 
had already sucked. Mary made moaning noises, so I kept 
it up.

After a few minutes she pulled back and I knelt before 
her and unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the 
floor. She was wearing neither panties nor stockings. Her 
beautiful twat was there before my face. Even more 
arousing was that this object of lust and beauty was made 
even more cock enticing because she was still wearing 
high heels.

"Please don't make me suck your cunt," I whined in my 
best slaveboy voice. Mary didn't need much encouragement. 
"Suck my cunt, slaveboy, and don't forget my clit." She 
grabbed my hair and forced my face to her cunt, which was 
accessible now that she had spread her legs apart. I had 
the feeling I wouldn't be thinking of her as Mary much 
longer.

I lapped and sucked and tongued her clit. She ground my 
face against her cunt. She writhed under my attentions 
and would have had a wild orgasm if she hadn't been 
fighting to maintain her balance. Finally she could wait 
no more.

"All right, slaveboy. On the bed on your back. I'm going 
to fuck you." This was wonderful. We usually did it in 
the missionary position. Mistress was into the role. 
"Just don't tie me up with your invisible ropes," I 
sniveled as I lay down on my back in a spread-eagled 
position.

"I want you at my mercy," Mistress said and went through 
the motions of pretending to tie my hands and feet to the 
corners of the bed. I pretended to struggle. "You're 
mine, now," Mistress said. "Please don't suck my nipples. 
It's so degrading," I whined. "I'll do with you what I 
want," she said and immediately started tonguing my 
nipples. This drove my cock to new levels of hardness. 
"Now I'm going to use your cock whether you like it or 
not," Mistress said. She sounded almost like she felt in 
control. "Oh, please, anything but that, Mistress," I 
whined eager for her cunt to engulf my cock.

Engulf it, it did. She slid her hot, steaming, tight 
pussy over my steel-hard cock and drove me into her to 
the hilt. She began to ride me thrusting up and down. Her 
magnificent tits were bouncing wildly. She turned her 
head back in ecstasy. Her hair was becoming disheveled. 

She finally reached up and undid some bobby pins and her 
beautiful red hair cascaded over her. She had a powerful 
orgasm and then came a second time and a third. I was in 
heaven. My cock was on fire. My entire being was focused 
on my cock. It was the only part of my anatomy that 
mattered.

She leaned forward and thrust a tit in my face "Suck, 
slave." I eagerly complied and she had another towering 
orgasm. Finally she screamed "Fill my cunt with your 
jizz, slave." "Yes, Mistress," I screamed back. "Yes, 
oh.Yes, as I came in a stupendous convulsion. It felt 
like my body shuddered for five minutes as my prostate 
contracted time after time forcing huge quantities of my 
pent-up cum into her eager thrusting cunt. As she came 
down from her last orgasm and I from mine she clasped 
against me and held me close.

Chapter 4

The cuddling lasted for only a few seconds before she 
remembered her role as Mistress. She haughtily pushed 
herself off me and said, "I'm going to put on some 
clothes. Then I'm going to untie you and punish you for 
all your whining." "Yes, Mistress," I said. My cock was 
already hardening at the thought.

I hadn't had to cue her. She was going to change into a 
mistress outfit and then she was going to spank me. She 
took her bag into the bathroom and left me "tied". My 
cock had wilted a little, but it still tingled with the 
afterglow of sex and the anticipation of more. It 
wouldn't take too much to get me going again.

When Mistress came back, I was lost. I was hers forever 
to do with as she wished. She was wearing a green bustier 
that was the perfect color for her auburn hair and 
redhead's complexion. Her breasts were pushed up so that 
the nipples were at the center of each tit. Hers were 
rock hard by the look. She had neatly trimmed and shaped 
her cunt-bush. But the killer was the spiked-heel, thigh-
high boots she was wearing. They were the same green as 
the bustier. At least I thought they were the killer 
until I noticed the riding crop she was tapping against 
her thigh.

The effect on my cock was immediate and thrilling. It 
sprang to attention. Mistress was even more cock 
inspiring than I had dreamed possible. She was certainly 
more provocative than any of the women I had seen 
pictures of on the femdom websites. I was ready to be her 
cunt slave. Not just for the rest of my birthday, but 
forever.

The costume had a huge effect on me, but it also seemed 
to have an effect on her. Her carriage was now that of a 
confident person, not one in an unfamiliar role. I had 
the glimmer of a thought that this costume was well 
beyond what I had hoped for and that her choice of it 
might very well mean that she was getting pleasure in 
this role. That thought further stirred me.

She strutted around for a while letting me have the full 
effect. And the effect was powerful. My cock was nearly 
ready to go again. Mistress noted. "I see my costume is a 
success," she said. "Yes, Mistress. I like it very much." 
"We'll see how much you like it after you've spent all 
night sucking above and below it," she said with amazing 
confidence. She really was becoming a femdom. My cock 
hardened another notch I was so excited.

"I'm not going to untie you quite yet," she said. This 
was a not so subtle reminder that I was supposedly tied 
immobile. "I want you to do a little sucking first." She 
climbed over me and straddled my face with her legs. "She 
lowered her cunt to my lips and commanded "Lap my clit, 
slave." I put a vacuum on her cunt and started wiggling 
my tongue against her clit. I flicked and nipped it. The 
cum I had recently unloaded dripped into my mouth. It was 
wonderfully degrading.

She reached back and struck me firmly against my flank 
with the crop. "Lap faster, slave." I knew I was done 
cueing her. She had adopted the role. She was no longer 
pretending to be a femdom; she was a femdom. My cock 
began to throb. I could feel the pressure building in my 
balls.

She had an orgasm, and then a second. As she built 
towards a third she began to thrash in ecstasy and hit me 
several times with the crop. One came perilously close to 
my cock and one other was definitely a stinger. Hearing 
me cry out with the pain of the blow apparently drove her 
the last step over the edge and she came screaming.

I expected her to move down and ride my cock, but she 
just sat there having me suck although she was not trying 
for an orgasm. She was just savoring the pleasant feel of 
a tongue working in her twat. I decided to cue her. "Oh, 
Mistress," I whined between licks, "I'll lap your cunt 
but please oh please don't ride my cock."

Mistress had arrived. It was no longer about me, at least 
not directly. She struck me with the crop and said, 
"Speak when spoken to, slave. Keep lapping." She 
continued to berate me and she sounded like she meant it. 
"I'm tired of your whining. Stop telling me what you 
don't want me to do. You're the slave here and I'm the 
mistress. You'll do what I want, when I want, whether you 
like it or not." She paused. "Understand?"

Around a mouthful of hot cunt I answered with joyous 
pleasure, "Yes, Mistress."


Chapter 5

Mistress enjoyed a few more orgasms induced by my 
enthusiastic tongue. Then growing temporarily bored she 
moved away from me and sat languidly in a chair tapping 
her crop across her hand. "Stand in front of me so that I 
may examine my property," she demanded with a tone of 
real authority and interest. I hurried to comply and was 
soon within touching distance, my legs apart, and my cock 
thrust forward. I put my hands behind my head and forced 
my elbows back.

She examined me from the tip of my toes to the top of my 
head. Her gaze lingered possessively on my genitalia. Her 
look was arrogant and she managed to project an air of 
ownership. She was someone examining personal property 
that perhaps needed replacement or improvement. She had 
me turn around and examined my ass.

"I am growing bored," she announced. "Get over my knees!" 
As far as I was concerned heaven had arrived. I hurriedly 
draped myself over her lap. My ass stuck up in the air 
awaiting her pleasure and what I hoped was my own. I 
ground my cock into her naked lap. The contact hardened 
my cock even further and my entire body was trembling 
with anticipation. The spanking I had so desperately 
wanted was about to begin.

Mistress delayed, heightening the sense of anticipation 
and the erotic feeling of the moment. She moved her hand 
to my ass, and I involuntarily flinched expecting a slap. 
Instead she began to fondle my ass very possessively. The 
effect on my cock was intense. She squeezed and patted 
and to my astonishment and pleasure she even used a 
finger to tease my anus. When her finger touched me there 
a moan of pleasure escaped my lips and I squirmed 
uncontrollably. From Mistress body language and chortle I 
gathered she had given me a test and was amused at the 
result.

Finally she began spanking me. She started slowly and 
almost gently. Her blows were as much caresses as 
punishment. But as she continued they were spaced more 
closely and became ever harder. She must have been able 
to feel my cock between her thighs get bigger and harder 
as she continued because soon she was delivering blow 
after punishing blow in rapid succession. Her breathing 
had become more shallow and rapid, an indication that she 
was getting excited too.

In a voice that could not conceal her elation she 
demanded, "Is this what you wanted, slave boy? Do you 
like your mistress spanking your naughty bottom?" "Yes, 
Mistress. Oh, yes!" I answered happily. She redoubled her 
efforts and soon my ass was on fire. I couldn't help 
myself but began to whimper and beg. "Please, Mistress, 
please stop. Oh, please, you're hurting me." I had made 
the mistake of telling her this would be the cue to 
continue, but she didn't need the encouragement.

Her blows really hurt, but my cock loved it. I continued 
to beg and whimper, but my entreaties were no longer 
feigned. I wanted her to stop, but didn't want to invoke 
the safe word. I guess I was afraid that it wouldn't 
work. "Stop, please stop. I'll do anything you want, just 
stop."
She hit me a few more times as she said, "For instance, 
what will you do?" "Anything you want Mistress. I'll lap 
your cunt and let you ride my cock, just stop." "You'll 
do that anyway miserable cunt-slave." I begged, "I'll do 
anything you want." 

Mistress stopped spanking long enough to pick up the 
riding crop and delivered a stinging blow to my ass. 
"Remember what you have promised, wretch." She struck me 
again. Her hand had been gentle compared to the fire-
inducing crop. My ass was in agony and I howled. "You 
have said you'll do anything I want and I intend to hold 
you to it. You are no longer a pretend slave, but a real 
one. Do you agree to that or do I keep whipping you?"

She struck me as hard as she could with the crop twice 
more before I managed to blurt out "Yes, Mistress. I'll 
be your real slave and do anything at all that you want." 
With that she gave me one more vicious whack saying "Just 
remember your promise then." She shoved me off her lap 
and I fell to the floor blubbering and rubbing my scarlet 
and painful ass.

Mary was a full-fledged, ass-whipping, ball-busting sex-
crazed mistress just as I had wished for. I now had what 
I had thought I wanted but a little frisson of fear ran 
up my spine. It could not overpower, however, the feeling 
of elation that flooded my cock with blood and made it as 
hard and as big as it had ever been. I was born to be a 
slave and was thrilled to have found my true mistress.

Chapter 6

She made me kneel on the floor before the foot of the bed 
facing it. She reached into her overnight bag and 
startled me by pulling out real, not fake, ropes. She 
tied my arms to either side of the frame. My chin rested 
on the mattress. She climbed on the bed and threw her 
legs around my head driving her cunt into my face. "Start 
sucking slaveboy!" I lapped and sucked and she went crazy 
having orgasm after orgasm.

When she was bored for the moment she said, "You wanted 
to be my slave. Well now you are and I'm going to enjoy 
it. You may not enjoy it as much as you anticipated, but 
it's too late to back out. You see, I've had a fantasy 
too and I'm about to realize it." 

Without moving her cunt from my mouth she stretched back 
and dragged the phone to her. She dialed a short number, 
clearly another room. There was a pause and then she said 
"Do you still want to stick your big cock in my tight 
cunt?" My lapping faltered and she struck me with the 
whip and glared at me the silent message "Keep sucking or 
else!" She listened to the phone for a moment and then 
cooed gleefully "Come on up." She gave him our room 
number and hung up. As I started to protest she struck me 
again with her crop "You started this slave, now I'm 
going to enjoy it. So shut up or I'll whip you raw."

I was stunned. I hadn't thought about her fucking another 
man. I debated giving the 'safe' word, but before I could 
do so there was a knock at the door. Mistress let him in 
and they quickly returned to the bedroom. The man didn't 
look at me at first; he was too busy gaping at Mistress 
spilling out of her costume. When he turned to look at me 
I recognized him and was appalled.

It was Fred, a guy I work out with at the gym. Mary had 
only met him one or twice, but apparently she had been 
intrigued by what I had told her about him. What I had 
told her was that when we had been in the shower room at 
the same time I couldn't help but notice that he is hung 
like a horse. My endowments are moderate. I can get a 5+ 
inches hard-on on a good day. Fred, I told her, was at 
least half again as big as that when he was soft. How big 
he was hard was anyone's guess. I suspected we were about 
to find out.

"Fred", she said firmly, "You can't very well fuck me 
with your clothes on. Let's see what you've got." "Is it 
all right with your husband?" he asked tentatively. 
"Look," she said sternly, "It's my cunt and I can please 
it any way I want. Besides, he's my slave for the day. So 
get on with it or leave."

Fred looked at the straining tits and the eager cunt and 
hesitated no longer. He nearly ripped his clothes off and 
was soon standing before us absolutely naked. His erect 
cock was indeed huge. It must have been 10 inches long 
and two inches in diameter. Mary is not too experienced, 
and by the fact that her mouth was agape I could tell she 
was awed. 

Mary gazed at his cock for a few minutes and even fondled 
it. "I've never had one that big, before, so I want to 
control things. Lie face up on the bed." He lay down with 
his legs toward me. Mary grabbed his feet and pulled him 
toward me until his legs straddled my shoulders and his 
huge cock and balls were up against my face. "I want my 
wimp husband to enjoy the view of our action up close and 
personal," she said with a gleeful and demeaning tone.

"Before I ram that cock up my cunt, I want it nice and 
wet." With that she leaned over me and started to swallow 
Fred's cock. She had to really spread her mouth open and 
was only able, at first, to get about half of it in her 
mouth at once. I know because my eyes were only inches 
from her straining mouth and Fred's humongous tool. She 
began to adjust her angle and soon, to my infinite 
surprise, managed to deep throat him, all 10 inches. The 
whole thing disappeared into her throat. Her lips nestled 
against his balls.

She began to slide her mouth up and down on his cock. I 
could see from the movement of her cheeks that she was 
also working her tongue furiously against Fred's tool. 
She made loud slurping noises as she worked to flood 
Fred's cock with saliva. Fred's cock glistened whenever 
Mistress pulled her mouth partway off.

I thought I should be turned off by this spectacle but 
was surprised to discover that my cock was enjoying my 
humiliation as a cuckold cunt-slave. Fred was beginning 
to groan and squirm from Mistress' ministrations. I had a 
ringside seat as Fred's balls began to pulse and I could 
tell that his jizz was now pouring out of his cock into 
Mistress' mouth. Mistress kept sucking until Fred was 
through.

She pulled off Fred's cock and leaning over me spit 
Fred's huge wad of jizz all over my face. It dripped over 
my eyes and down my chin. It was disgusting. It was 
degrading. It was humiliating. It was absolutely 
thrilling. My cock was boring a hole in the side of the 
bed I was so excited.

Fred hadn't wilted much either. Mistress climbed up and 
straddled his waist with her cunt toward me. Then, 
looking into my eyes she slowly and deliberately lined 
Fred's cock up with her cunt and drove it into her inch, 
by huge, hard inch. I watched in fascination as his 
glistening wet cock slid into her wet cunt. It was a 
close up view afforded only by the most graphic porno 
films.

Every vein on his cock was evident. Her clit rubbed 
against the top of his cock as it slid in and out and I 
was taking in every detail. Up and down Mistress moved, 
the huge fuck-tool driving into and out of her eager 
cunt. She began to moan a little and she arched her back. 

I glanced up through the gobs of jizz half covering my 
eyes and felt my cock twitch as I took in the glory of 
her tits. Her nipples must have been two inches long she 
was so excited. I longed to suck them, but they were too 
far away and I was trussed helpless, only inches from a 
driving cock and a ravening cunt.

She reached an orgasm and then another. Still she pumped 
and still my fascinated eyes took in every detail of 
Fred's wet and turgid tool reaming my Mistress' steaming 
cunt. Faster and faster she pumped. She had a third 
orgasm more powerful than either of the first two. Then 
she came again and one time more. She had reached a level 
of pleasure that I had never given her. Her screams might 
bring the police she was in such ecstasy. The thought 
that Fred's cock was pleasing her more than mine ever had 
deepened my humiliation. It also increased the thrill.

I could see Fred's cock hardening and thickening as the 
rubbing from Mistress tight, wet cunt drove him toward 
another orgasm. He too was soon writhing as Mistress rode 
up and down and then again his balls shuddered and he 
came with a howl as Mistress came with a shattering, 
screaming, writhing orgasm of unbelievable proportions. 
My own cock, teased for what seemed like hours by this 
graphic display of lust and power, shuddered and blew its 
own load against the side of the bed.

Chapter 7

Mistress leaned back exhausted from her orgasms. I 
thought she would dismount and perhaps lie down and relax 
but she had one more diabolical plan. She gathered her 
strength and slipped Fred's cock out of her cunt. It came 
out with a resounding plop. In a swift movement Mistress 
thrust herself forward and pushed her cunt against my 
mouth. "Suck his jizz from my cunt," she commanded with 
firm authority. From the firm tone of her voice, I knew 
she would brook no disobedience. I began to lap and 
swallow as Fred's jizz poured into my mouth. My cock 
again stirred at this depraved humiliation.

Mary had found herself as my Mistress. Things were not 
going as I had anticipated, but my body clearly liked 
what was happening. I expected further unanticipated 
developments and I was not wrong.

When Mistress had had two more mild orgasms and was 
satisfied that her cunt was clean she climbed off of my 
face and got off the bed. She stood behind me and struck 
we on the ass with the crop as a reminder of my 
vulnerability. Fred's cock had wilted, but not much. And 
it was still up against my face.

"Suck him clean," Mistress commanded. I couldn't believe 
my ears. "Banana," I said immediately. The thought of 
sucking another man's cock disgusted me. The crop came 
down against my ass with a resounding blow. I yelped and 
felt another blow turn my ass to fire. "You wanted this, 
slave, now you've got it," Mistress commanded. She had 
metamorphosed from a sweet and loving wife into a raging 
femdom in only a few hours. I had, like Frankenstein, 
created a monster and now I would pay. "Suck that cock, 
or I'll shred your ass." Mistress roared. The pain and my 
fear of this new person were too much. I opened my mouth 
and drew Fred's slimy, cum-covered cock into my throat.

"Suck with some enthusiasm," Mistress demanded as she 
delivered another stinging blow to my ass. I started to 
suck harder and suddenly I noted, with a feeling of 
humiliation, that my cock was enjoying this. It was 
beginning to stir in spite of the fact that it had cum 
twice in the last few hours. I was apparently a born 
slave, reveling in my abject surrender to a beautiful and 
cruel sex-crazed Mistress. I was so debased that I was 
willing to suck another man's cock. What joy!

I knew Fred preferred women, but a mouth on a cock is a 
mouth on a cock. He was soon hard once more and I was 
having great difficulty deep-throating him because, tied 
to the bed as I was, I could not easily adjust my angle 
of attack. Mistress ordered me to stop and had Fred get 
up. He was an imposing sight as he strode around the room 
with his huge rampant tool before him. I couldn't take my 
eyes off it.

Mistress ordered him to untie me, and he too was in such 
thrall that he simply obeyed. I thought I would be free 
for a while but she immediately ordered him to retie me 
to the bed so that my torso was horizontal and my ass 
draped over the side. I had a thrilling feeling that I 
knew what was coming next.

When he finished tying me, Fred approached Mistress tried 
to fondle her tits. He obviously wanted to fuck her juicy 
twat again. Mistress kept rejecting him and when he 
persisted too long, she struck him stingingly on the ass. 
He jumped back surprised and stared at her while rubbing 
his butt.

She glared at him and demanded, "Do you want to fuck my 
cunt again?" "You better believe it, Mary," he said 
eagerly. "Then you have to do something for me first," 
she said. "Anything you want," he responded. He might not 
know what was coming, but I was sure I did. I was scared 
as hell at the prospect, but my hardening cock told me I 
was thrilled too.

"I want you to fuck his asshole," she demanded firmly. 
"What?" he said. "I said, 'I want you to fuck his ass 
with your huge tool'", Mistress repeated. "I'm not a 
homo," protested Fred. "Then go on home and see if you 
can find some more pussy there. If you want my cunt 
again, you fuck his ass first," she said haughtily as she 
turned away dismissively.

Fred didn't hesitate long. "Okay," he said somewhat 
reluctantly but I could tell by the way his cock twitched 
that he was not turned off by the idea of ramming his 
tool up my virgin asshole. Mistress reached in her bag 
and removed a tube of KY and handed it to him. "Grease up 
good and ram it in slowly. I don't want to have to take 
him to the hospital. I'm not done with him yet."

I watched over my shoulder hypnotized as Fred slathered 
his huge cock with jelly and then approached my ass. I 
knew I must relax and tried mightily. I glanced at 
Mistress and saw that her eyes were shining with a 
feeling of triumph and power. Two men were obeying her 
commands. One in thrall to her cunt, the other an abject 
slave.

I felt the tip of Fred's cock press against my asshole. I 
relaxed as much as I could, but I moaned and writhed as 
his huge tool forced its way past my sphincter. Inch by 
inch he pressed on and soon my asshole adjusted to the 
probe. I thought he would never bottom out, but he did. 
When he began pumping I began to experience a delicious 
feeling as his cock rubbed against my prostate. My own 
cock got harder and harder.

Fred's cock was thrilling him too. My asshole was 
undoubtedly tighter than any cunt he had ever fucked and 
the effect on his rod must have been exquisite. As he 
became more and more aroused his plunging picked up pace 
driving me even wilder. I stole a glance at mistress and 
her face was flushed with victory as she watched the 
spectacle of two men degrading themselves for her 
pleasure. Her hand had stolen to her cunt. She was 
playing with her clit.

Finally Fred could take no more and groaned as he shot 
his wad ten inches deep into my asshole. I felt the first 
spurt of his jizz and my own body reacted. My balls sent 
a torrent of cum through my cock onto the satin sheets. 
As I looked at Mistress I saw her convulse and her face 
turn purple as her now frantic fingers drove her to a 
powerful and vocal orgasm. All three of us groaned and 
screamed in a chorus of pleasure.

Chapter 8

Mistress sent me to the bathroom and demanded that I take 
a quick shower to wash the cum from my face and belly. I 
was covered in the sticky goo. I had absorbed two loads 
of Fred's on my face and twice I had messed on my own 
belly. The bed sheets were clean now because Mistress had 
made me lap up the cum that had been spilled there.

I showered quickly as commanded and then shaved my pubic 
hair as she had ordered. Mistress had thoughtfully 
brought the necessary accouterments with her in her 
bottomless bag of surprises. I was afraid I would nick 
myself in strategic areas, but managed to avoid doing so. 
I was soon ready and reentered the bedroom to find Fred 
and Mistress reclining on the couch sipping champagne and 
fondling each other. Mistress was idly groping his cock, 
which was slowly reviving, and he was playing with her 
superb tits.

When I entered the room, the reminder that he was 
cuckolding me while I watched gave him an additional 
thrill and his cock noticeably hardened. Mistress looked 
me over and said demeaningly, "Even shaved, it doesn't 
look all that big to me any more." I reddened with 
humiliation, but my perverse cock reacted with reverse 
psychology and began to stiffen.

"Prepare the bath for us, "Mistress commanded. The corner 
of the room had a large Jacuzzi. I filled it. I sprinkled 
some bubble-bath salts in it and adjusted the temperature 
to the right level. As the tub filled, Fred and Mistress 
eyed me arrogantly to see my reaction as they continued 
to play with each other. Several times Fred fixed me with 
his eyes as he reached down and sucked one of Mistress' 
tits and a few minutes later he watched my reaction 
closely as he stuck a finger in her twat.

She enjoyed the same game, studying my reaction as he 
kissed or diddled her. She seemed to especially like 
watching my reaction as she fondled his cock and balls. 
Just before the bath was ready she looked steadily at me 
as she slowly lowered her head to Fred's cock and took it 
into her mouth. Her eyes looked amusingly at me as she 
pumped her head up and down. When she stopped, Fred's 
cock was back to first class status.

She made me stand next to the tub and fetch and pour 
champagne as they soaked together in the whirling water 
of the bath. They languidly stroked each other and kissed 
deep kisses as they played. I was expected to have my 
cock available at all times so they could judge my 
reactions to their games. It betrayed me. I was thrilled.

When they had had enough of the water, they climbed out 
and I was forced to dry each of them from a position on 
my hands and knees. They expected of course that I would 
pay homage to their genitals. I licked and sucked 
Mistress twat and then was forced to deep throat Fred's 
rock-hard tool. Mistress reminded me that I had agreed to 
be her total slave, and this was what was expected.

I was made to stand next to them as Mistress reclined on 
the bed and Fred approached her with his monstrous, rock-
hard weapon. He climbed on top of her and drove his cock 
into her eager cunt in one thrust. She gasped with 
pleasure and began to moan as Fred pumped in and out the 
full length of his inspiring tool. She came and came in 
louder and louder orgasms. The humiliation I felt at 
never having driven her to such passion hardened my cock 
even further.

Mistress came down for a short respite and demanded that 
I whack off. But I was not to cum until told. I needed no 
encouragement but grabbed my inadequate tool and started 
pumping. Fred continued to pump and began to suckle her 
tits. Mistress put her hands around them and thrust them 
towards his eager lips. She came over and over. Finally 
she had had enough. She screamed "Cum, you bastards, both 
of you" and began to writhe and scream with pleasure as 
Fred and I drove the loads out of our balls. Fred's jizz 
flooded her cunt and mine the bed.

Fred pulled off spent and watched with amusement as I 
lapped up my mess from the bed and then sucked his wad 
from Mistress' twat. Mistress then dismissed him with a 
promise of a return engagement. He dressed and 
reluctantly left. Mistress was now ready to return to 
abusing me directly.

Chapter 9

The rest of the evening went as I expected. Dinner was 
delivered to our room and Mistress made me kneel under 
the table and lap her clit while she ate. When she was 
replete from food and orgasms I was allowed to eat my 
congealed and cold meal on the floor without using my 
hands. Mistress struck my ass with her crop occasionally 
to encourage me to finish and get back to work.

After dinner she decided to watch her favorite TV 
program. She reclined in a chair and made me lap while 
she enjoyed the show. She timed her orgasms for the 
commercials and by the time the hour was up my tongue was 
sore but happy from all its activity.

She took me over her knee and spanked me some more. Then 
she made me give her an hour-long massage. After I had 
kneaded every part of her body and lapped her nipples she 
allowed me to whack off and eat my jizz for her 
amusement. I then lapped her cunt while she fell asleep. 
As directed I slept on the floor. When she awoke in the 
middle of the night I was put to work sucking until she 
again fell asleep.

In the morning breakfast was delivered as ordered. When 
the food arrived Mistress lay against her pillows with 
the sheet pulled up to her neck. Her breasts were 
covered, but the satin molded their fullness and her 
nipples poked out the fabric. The waiter was astonished 
when I opened the door to him sporting a hard-on, but he 
was experienced enough to carry on with only a slight 
hitch in his otherwise cool demeanor. I was red with 
humiliation when he entered, but Mistress had ordered me 
to do this.

After he left I moved Mistress food next to her and then 
she removed the sheet so that I could lap her cunt as she 
ate. She managed to time the food so that she had several 
orgasms between courses. When it came my turn to eat she 
had me place my cold scrambled eggs on the floor. She 
forced me to kneel and whack off all over them. After I 
had coated the eggs with a quantity of my jizz I ate 
them. I had never felt so debased or so excited. Mistress 
knew exactly what to do to thrill me.

After breakfast Mistress changed into a going-home 
costume of tight skirt and silk blouse that while 
allowable in public left nothing to an active 
imagination. I was left naked. She made me pack all our 
things and I was beginning to fear that I would be 
expected to go home in the altogether.

There was a knock at the door and Mistress ordered me to 
answer it. My cock had recovered and was at somewhat 
better than half-mast. When I answered the door it sprung 
to full hardness. Standing there was my secretary, 
Phyllis. I was mortified, but thrilled. Mistress bade her 
enter. "Thank you for coming." "It is obviously my 
pleasure," Phyllis said looking me over arrogantly. "I 
had my doubts you could pull it off, but I see you have."

"Kneel before us," Mistress said. I complied. "I have 
noticed that you call Ms Jones 'Phyllis' and that you 
have the arrogance to require that she call you 'Mr. 
Smith'. That is over. From now on you will address her at 
all times as Ms Jones'. She will call you 'Bill.' You 
will be polite to her and say 'please' and 'thank you'. 
Any time she is unhappy with your politeness she will go 
into your office, close the door and make you drop your 
pants for a spanking on your naked ass. In fact she can 
spank you whenever she feels like it. " I now sported a 
roaring hard-on.

"If you resist," Mistress continued gleefully, "She will 
let me know and I will whip your ass with a cane and not 
only she will be present but I'll invite other women from 
your office to witness your humiliating punishment. Then 
they too will be authorized to spank you whenever they 
want."

"Ms Jones," said Mistress firmly, "have a seat. Slave, 
get over her knee for a spanking." I draped myself over 
Ms Jones lap and she began to whale my ass with her bare 
hand. The feeling was incredible as I ground my cock into 
the smooth fabric of the skirt that covered her crotch. 
My ass was red and I was squirming with pain as much as 
with desire when she stopped. I knelt down before her. 
Phyllis turned to Mistress and said "Mary, I appreciate 
your asking me to spank him, but doing so makes me horny. 
If I'm going to do this regularly I need authorization 
from you to use his tongue for relief."

"I'm sorry I didn't make myself clear enough," said 
Mistress. While he's at work he is to behave as your 
slave. Not only can you whip his ass on demand but use 
his cock, balls, mouth, tongue and asshole for any 
pleasure you wish."

"Thanks," said Ms Jones as she removed her wraparound 
skirt revealing a garter-belt, stockings and no panties. 
"Start sucking slave." Happily I leaned forward and 
started lapping the cunt I had fantasized about.

EPILOGUE

What started as a birthday wish ended in a new life. My 
wife is my Mistress and I serve her body with every part 
of mine. I cook, I clean, I suck and she fucks me 
whenever she wants. She has given authority over me to 
several other women and the result is that I spend much 
of my time lapping cunts and having my cock ridden by 
authoritative women. I am spanked regularly. Life is 
great.

Take my advice. Chance it. Ask your wife or lover to give 
you a special birthday present. If she likes it, and 
she's sure to, you too can find your rightful place in 
society--as a cunt-slave.

END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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