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Larry's Lost Manhood
By Anonymous Author (address withheld)

***

A wife realizes that her husband really gets off being 
dominated so takes full advantage of the fact. (Fdom/M, 
bi, group, sm, bd, mc, huml)

***

Larry stood awkwardly in his wife's walk-in closet. His 
wrist and hands were numb. His arms were aching from 
being stretched cruelly upward through the pulley 
attach to the ceiling and running down to his 
handcuffs. His legs were stretched unnaturally far 
apart and fastened to the closet wall on each side of 
the small room.

He could hear the click of spiked heels on the hardwood 
floor just outside the door. Suddenly the door swung 
open, exploding Larry's darkened world in a blazed of 
color. Blinking to focus his eyes Larry gazed in 
worship at this beautiful wife/mistress. This gorgeous 
creature he had dedicated the rest of his life to 
serving and pleasing had on a short back satin robe and 
black spiked high heels.

In awe of this beautiful female Larry momentarily 
forgot about the dildo buried deep in his ass, the 
life-like, flesh color, veined replica of a cock that 
his dominant wife used to remind him of his servitude 
and inferiority.

"SLAVE!"

As his wife spoke that word, Larry trembled 
instinctively.

Her blond hair shimmered. Her feminine shape 
silhouetted by the flickering candle light which 
highlighted her soft skin in the darkened room.

"Are you behaving yourself? You haven't been touching 
yourself again, have you?" she asked with feigned 
concern.

Larry tried in vain to speak through his gag, but could 
only make grabbed, grunting sounds.

"You are showing great disrespect in not answering your 
mistress and will be punished severely!"

Reaching behind his head she removed the gag saying. 
"My, my your jaws must be sore from wearing this nasty 
thing for so long. Does your mouth hurt?"

"Yes mistress, but I love you."

Larry's wife tilted back his head with her left hand 
then slowly raised her right. SMACK! Swiftly she 
slapped her defenseless slave across his aching mouth.

"You are such a ungrateful and forgetful slave. When 
will you every learn to never complain to your 
mistress. Slaves have no right to complain about 
anything much less the discipline they deserve."

"I am sorry mistress. Please forgive me."

"I will forgive you, but first you must be punished and 
punished severely."

"Yes mistress, I deserve to be punished."

Walking out of the closet she picked up a tall wine 
glass from the bedroom table. The glass was filled to 
the brim with her own still warn urine. Returning she 
held the glass to his lips. "You must take this warn 
drink and savor it."

"Thank you mistress."

"What does my slave want? What does my whimpering 
little boy/toy want from his mistress?"

"A drink," Larry pleaded.

Dipping the index finger of her right hand into the 
glass she touch his lips with her dripping finger. She 
watched with satisfaction as her trembling slave opened 
his mouth and sucked every drop of urine from her 
finger.

"What does my little slave want from his mistress?"

"Your piss. I want to drink your piss. I want to 
swallow ever drop of your precious pee."

A subtle smile crossed her lips. A smile of both 
victory and contempt for what remained of the man she 
had married. She felt both aroused and exhilarated at 
her triumph of humbling a once proud and arrogant male.

"Then you had better beg."

"Please. Please baby. I need it!"

SMACK! His wife slapped him with ferocious strength.

"What did you call me?"

"MISTRESS! Please mistress, I need to drink it so bad!"

"Tell me again what you need to drink, slave." She 
grinned.

"Your pee. Please let me drink it. Please mistress."

Again she dipped her finger into the glass of urine and 
touched his lips. This time, however, she did not 
remove her finger from his mouth after he had sucked it 
clean. This time she slowly began to finger-fuck his 
mouth, sliding it in and out.

"I want you to pretend that my finger is a cock and 
that you are giving me a blow-job. Pretend that I am 
fucking you in the mouth with my dick." she commanded.

Larry shook uncontrollably but continued to suck and 
lick his wife's finger.

"What are you sucking," she taunted.

"Your cock mistress," Larry mumbled as she removed her 
finger from his mouth.

"Good slave. Drink!" she ordered, holding the glass to 
her slave's lips and began pouring its contents rapidly 
down his throat.

Gratefully, Larry drank the glass of his wife's urine 
as fast as she poured it into his mouth. He drank it as 
if it were a exotic drink or a fine wine. He drank it 
as if he would never drink again.

As he drank the warn fluid, shivers went through his 
body. Feelings of submission and passion swept through 
him. He drank the urine deeply, savoring ever drop, 
trying vainly to quench is inner thirst for submission 
and humiliation.

After he had drunk the entire contents of the wine 
glass, his wife set it down and stepped behind him. 
With one hand she unbuckled the black leather chastity 
belt cutting into his waist and let it fall to the 
floor. The harness was used to restrain his cock and 
balls and to hold the nine inch dildo deep inside his 
ass.

Slowly Larry's mistress pulled the large penis shaped 
phallus from her slave's bottom and walked in front of 
him with it held contemptuously between her thumb and 
fore finger.

"Your punishment slave is to clean this rod just like 
you cleaned my finger."

"I'm not a queer," Larry mumbled.

His wife stroked his freshly shaved chest and legs.

"Your body is so smooth. You wear my panties and my 
nylon stocking. And you pretended my finger was a cock. 
You must be queer."

"I am not a queer," Larry said in a pleading voice.

"But if you LOOK like a queer and you ACT like a queer, 
you must BE a queer. Or are you just afraid to admit 
that what you really want and need is a real cock, 
since you can't use yours any more? Wouldn't you like 
to hold a real cock in your mouth. I could go out and 
bring home a real man for you."

Silence filled the room. Larry was crushed by his 
wife's words and deeply humiliated but a feeling of 
arousal was spreading through his body. The sensation 
grew as his own penis thickened.

Noticing his growing erection Larry's beautiful 
mistress reached to the wall and selected a short stiff 
riding crop. She walked behind her slave and gently 
stroked the backs of his smooth legs, his inner thighs, 
and his buttocks with the soft leather tip of the crop. 
His mistress stroked up and down the crack of his ass.

Larry shuddered uncontrollably. He would do or say 
anything to please his wife. Maybe she was right. Maybe 
he did harbor homosexual tendencies. His own penis was 
erect.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"Now I want my little queer slave to tell his mistress 
what he is."

WHACK!

"I'm a..." Larry hesitated then blurted out "I am a 
queer."

WHACK!

"Say it louder, little slave, I can't hear you!"

"I'm a queer."

WHACK!

"That's better, but still not good enough. Say it 
louder and in a little girl's voice," his mistress 
demanded.

In a high pitched feminine voice Larry shouted. "I'M A 
QUEER."

"And what does my little queer slave want more than 
anything?"

WHACK! WHACK!

"Cock. Your little queer slave wants cock."

WHACK!

"Tell your mistress again. Tell you mistress each time 
you feel the sting of the crop. Tell your mistress 
until there isn't any doubt remaining in your mind what 
you are and what you need."

WHACK!

"I'm a queer and I need cock."

Larry's mind was reeling. The entire scene was becoming 
a blur. He no longer felt the rapid blows of the riding 
crop. His very consciousness was fused with his 
mistress.

As Larry received his beating and shouted in a high 
pitched girl's voice that he was a queer, his own large 
cock was stiff and proudly erect. Drops of precum had 
formed on the top of his penis slit and were beginning 
to trickle down his rigid shaft.

SLAM

Larry's mistress abruptly swung the closet door shut 
saying "That dildo had better be clean when I open this 
door again. Larry was again engulfed in darkness.

The discipline he had just received was beginning to 
work on his sexual psyche with calculated 
effectiveness. As Larry collapsed on the floor he was 
asking himself. Did he need cock? Did he need a cock to 
hold, a cock to suck, a cock to caress with his lips 
and tongue? Did he want and need a warn, real cock? Did 
he want to be fuck in the ass?

He visualized being fucked in the ass by his lovely 
mistress. He imagined feeling the initial contact with 
his anus and the slow, satisfying penetration as his 
anal muscle succumbed to the unrelenting pressure of 
the dildo as the massive tool filled his dark, colonic 
tunnel. The rhythmic movement as his mistress thrust 
the fake cock in and out of his ass.

In the still quiet of the dark closet, Larry somehow 
found the dildo and began to lick it clean. As he 
licked his mind travelled back in time. Back to this 
first anniversary. Back to when his lovely 
mistress/wife first taught him to need cock. When she 
first taught him the worthlessness of his own manhood.

***

Larry remembered the night of their first anniversary. 
He had completely satisfied his wife with his skilled 
tongue. She had climaxed so many time he had lost 
count. As always, Larry had yet not been allowed an 
orgasm of his own. His wife's inner-strength was 
beginning to returning in the after-glow of the sexual 
release she had just experienced.

This was her favorite time to play with her slave. Her 
inner-strength was at its peak, and her horny slave's 
inner-strength was at its lowest. She was relaxed and 
content while her husband was trembling and weak. His 
only thought were his desire to make love to her, to 
put his cock in her pussy and fuck her until he 
exploded in orgasm.

This was also her favorite time to have long talks with 
her husband about their marriage. This was the time her 
husband would confess his most secret inner thoughts 
and fantasies. It was from these intimate discussions 
that their mistress/slave relationship had evolved. She 
loved humiliating and humbling him and making him 
submit to anything she could dream up. Tonight she was 
want to see what his limit for submission really was 
and would he give up his manhood to please her.

Pushing his head from between her thighs she patted the 
bed beside her. When Larry was lying on his back his 
mistress mounted her very horny slave. Larry almost 
swooned with delight he was going to be allowed to 
climax. She guided his rigid member to cunt. Slowly and 
deliberately she sank down as his shaft disappeared 
inch by inch into her hot, wet vagina. As she began to 
raise and lower herself Larry began to thrust upward in 
order to meet each push of his wife's.

"Don't move," his mistress commanded.

She continued her maddening dance of love. Larry made 
another slight movement upward trying to keep his cock 
deep inside her pussy. Reaching down she slapped his 
face.

"I said, Don't move and I meant it. Don't move! Do what 
I say or I'll quit right now!" she warned.

Larry concentrated on lying very still. He needed his 
climax so bad he was shaking and whimpering. This was 
the only condition that his wife would ever allow him 
to orgasm in.

"You may lift your legs and wrap the around my hips, 
slave," said his wife in a comforting and loving voice.

Eagerly Larry spread and lifted his legs and warped 
them around his wife's small, soft waist. As she began 
to move again, it felt to Larry as if she had the cock 
instead of him and that he had the vagina. This 
reversal of roles felt natural and right to him. He 
felt like he was the luckiest man on earth to have a 
wife that understood his innermost fantasizes and 
desire. It was only four months ago that he had confess 
that he sometimes had a secret fantasy to be a woman.

Each slow thrust of his mistress brought Larry closer 
to his orgasm. Although he had pleasured his wife each 
night during the past week, he hadn't been allowed to 
climax. His testicles felt as if they were read to 
explode with the pressure of a thousand unreleased 
orgasm. His mistress had planed it that way. She had 
wanted him prepared for the anniversary of their 
marriage and his initiation into total slavery. She 
wanted to transform him completely.

The last week of waiting and wanting no longer matter 
to Larry. He was now receiving the rewards of his 
patience and devotion to his wife. Tonight, he knew 
that, at the time of her choosing he would be allowed 
to cum.

"What does my slave husband want?" Asked his wife 
coyly.

"I want to cum."

"How bad does my little slave want to cum?"

"Yea, so bad. Please let me cum, mistress. Please. I 
need to cum so badly," Larry begged.

"If you really wanted to cum, you'd cry for your 
mistress, your tears would be a sign of devotion to me. 
I don't see any tears maybe I should stop."

"Please baby. Please. Please. Please."

Soon moisture began to form in of Larry's eyes and then 
salty tears began to trickle from the corners of his 
blue eyes and run down his face. Finally, the dam broke 
and his entire body shook and shudder with sobs.

"Oh, I love you mistress. I love you. Please let me 
cum. Please. Let me cum. Oh, I love you. I need you 
mistress. Oooooh..."

Larry was on the verge of cumming, one step from the 
summit of his orgasm, a fraction of an inch away from 
the pleasure of his life.

As she pulled up and away from Larry, his mistress said 
in a soothe voice, "I'm sorry, I can't let you cum this 
way."

As his cock slipped out of her warm cunt, Larry felt as 
if SHE had pulled her cock from HIS cunt. He began to 
sob uncontrollably. Burning tears flowed down his 
cheeks and into the corners of his mouth. His wife 
cradled him in her arms as if he were her little baby. 
Still sobbing Larry clung to his wife.

"There, there slave. I love you. This is for your own 
good. Tell your mistress all about it," she cooed.

"But I needed to cum so BAD," sobbed the slave, "I've 
waited so LONG!"

"There, there, little slave. Cling to your mistress. 
Come on, cry and get it all out. Tell mistress 
everything. Give yourself completely to your mistress. 
Your mistress knows what's best for you."

Larry cried and wailed. The flood gates of his emotions 
swung open. He poured out every ounce of feeling to his 
mistress.

Larry pleaded to his wife, "but its our ANNIVERSARY!!"

"I know, little slave. Hold me tight and close and I'll 
tell you about my anniversary gift to you."

"Oh, I love you mistress."

"I know you do, and because you have been such a good 
little slave this past year, I've decided to reward 
you."

"Oh, I don't deserve a reward. Serving you is my 
reward, mistress."

"You are correct. A slave deserves no reward, but 
still, I have decide to give you one." Reaching over 
she opens the night-stand drawer and takes out a box. 
"Your reward is in this box."

Larry's trembling hands took the gift-wrapped present 
from his wife and tore off the paper. Inside the box 
were two dildos.

One was life-like in every detail. It had a smooth head 
and the shaft had veins like a real penis, it even had 
testicles attached at the base. It was about the size 
of Larry own penis. The only difference between it and 
Larry was that the fake cock had a bulb and tubing 
coming from it. When Larry squeezed the bulb a milky 
white fluid spurted from the end of the rubber cock. 
The other was much larger and made of hard plastic. It 
was at least nine inches long and a full two inches in 
diameter.

Larry gave his wife a puzzled look.

Caressing his cheek gently with her finger tips his 
wife spoke. "Your reward, little slave is that I will 
advance you to an even higher and purer degree of 
slavery my pet."

"But mistress I already belong to you."

"Indeed you do, slave. But you will now be mine more 
totally than before." She smiled.

Larry looked even more confused. "HOW!"

Looking deep into his eyes she though, this is it. Will 
he submit to what she wanted or would she file for 
divorce?

"I have decided to no longer allow you to use your cock 
for sexual purposes. I will take away the ultimate 
symbol of your independence and manhood."

"But mistress," Larry started but his wife put finger 
to his lips and said.

"Hush! Hush! let me finish. This is the first and most 
important step of many that I will insist that you take 
if you are to be my slave for life."

With his next words Larry wife knew she had won!

Larry threw himself into his wife arms and ask. "But 
how will I be able to make you cum! How will I be able 
to give you pleasure?"

"You will no longer be able to pleasure me like a man 
pleasure a woman. If I need that kind of pleasure, I 
will get if from someone other than from you." Her 
slave began to cry again. She laid in bed smiling and 
stroking her slaves head for many minutes until he had 
the courage to ask more questions.

Still sniffling Larry timidly ask "Then how will I be 
able to please you mistress!"

"You will please me like one female pleases another. 
You will please me with the touch of your fingers, and 
with your lips and tongue. When I desire penetration 
you will use the smaller dildo."

"But why can't I please you with my own penis?" Larry 
cried.

"Do you enjoy being my slave?"

"Yes. You know I do mistress."

"Do you NEED to be my slave?"

"Yes, I've come to need being your slave. I love 
serving you."

"Can a proud and arrogant male make a good slave?"

"No, of course not mistress."

"Well, I want you to be a good slave. You will lose 
your manhood, but you will find the true happiness that 
only a slave can understand. I know you don't 
understand this right now but your mistress knows 
what's best for you little slave."

"But how can I be please, mistress? I need to cum so 
badly."

"You will be entered as a woman is entered. Your anus 
will become your vagina. From this night forward, you 
will only cum by being fucked in the ass."

Larry's mistress/wife took the larger dildo from the 
box.

"I will teach you to need this rod in the same way a 
woman needs a man's penis. You will learn to love this 
rod. You will come to know each of its veins and 
wrinkles and you will learn to savor it smell and 
taste. You will even learn to crave and orally worship 
it after it has been withdrawn from your own bottom.

As Larry's wife spoke these words. She watched his own 
cock swell and throb. She wiped her finger across the 
head of his dick, picking up some of the precum fluid 
leaking from his pee slit and put the semen drops on 
his lips.

"I will make you into a dirty slut," she continued. 
"This dildo, will become the center of your life. You 
will pray to it for your pleasure and depend upon it 
for your release. It will become a part of your 
fantasizes. You will dream of it at night, of it 
entering your ass. During the day you will serve me as 
my obedient slave toy. When you have finished 
satisfying my sexual desires, you will beg me to enter 
you with this dildo. Besides pleasing me it will be the 
most important thing in you life."

She raised the dildo to Larry mouth and held it to his 
lips.

"Kiss your new lover, then open wide."

Larry kissed the tip of the dildo then open his mouth 
and received as much as his mouth could hold.

"Does my little slave need to cum now?" His wife asked 
innocently.

"Yes desperately mistress. May I please be allow to 
cum, please." Larry whimpered and begged.

"First go into the bathroom. On the counter is a can of 
hair remover and a fresh razor. I want your body as 
smooth as a baby's butt. You have forty-five minutes. 
If I find any stubble anywhere on you, or if you return 
one minute late, you will not be allowed to cum at all 
tonight. Now go, I'm watching the clock."

Larry ran from the room as his wife picked up a 
magazine.

She had already been sexually satisfied that night, but 
the thought of subjecting her slave to this new 
humiliation was arousing her all over again. Her 
nipples were starting to get hard and her pussy was 
getting damp again. As she lazily finger her erect 
clitoris and looked at the pictures of men in bondage 
in the magazine, she felt pride in what she was 
accomplishing. She was transforming her once arrogant 
husband into her submissive slave. 

If only other wife's knew that they could manipulate a 
man's sexual desire to bring them into slavery what a 
wonderful would this would be. She now understood that 
the macho ego of any man could be forever destroyed by 
women who know the key to their hidden sexual desires. 
This was something she would definitely have to tell 
her female married friends.

Forty minutes later, her slave emerged from the 
bathroom. He hurriedly tried to crawl into bed and 
cover himself with the silk sheet.

"Oh no you don't slave. Go over and stand before the 
full-length mirror, I want to see you." His wife 
commanded. She got up from the bed and walked over to 
her slave. His body was still lightly raw from being 
shave for the first time. Kicking his ankle gentle she 
ordered. "Spread you legs apart and put your hands 
behind your head, elbows out. Let me inspect your work. 
You still want to cum don't you or did you masturbate 
while you were in the bathroom?"

"No mistress! I know the punishment for cumming without 
permission. I only removed the hair from my body like 
you wished."

Walking slowly around her slave she thought he looked 
even more naked without hair. She could see the flush 
of embarrassment on her once proud husband's face and 
she chuckled the ask. "How do you feel now?"

"Embarrassed," he mumbled lowering his head, no longer 
able to look at his own reflection in the mirror.

"Well you had better learn to enjoy that feeling 
because you will experience it a lot in the future. 
Look at the mirror Slave, this is the way you are to 
keep yourself form now own."

Larry slowly raised his head and his mistress noted 
with satisfaction that their were tears again in his 
eyes. She decided that embarrassment was not the only 
emotion he would feel before being granted an orgasm. 
Standing behind him she cupped his still erect penis 
with the fingers of her right hand.

Shaking his shaft up and down she said. "Look at your 
cock. I think it looks bigger with pubic hair don't 
you? It's a shame that such a big dick will never be 
allowed in my sweet pussy. But you have do have such 
pretty smooth legs now. Look in the mirror, aren't they 
pretty when they are freshly shaved? I'll bet they 
would look even prettier in panty hose." She walked 
over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of white 
panty hose. "Here, pull these on so we can see how 
pretty those legs are."

Larry turned crimson with humiliation and 
embarrassment. Yet his cock was in full erection. He 
felt a strange inner desire he did not want to admit 
existed. It was a burning desire within himself to 
become a woman. To be feminine and vulnerable like a 
woman. To open himself, to be entered, even a desire to 
be fucked, to submit.

Larry felt weak... shaky... trembling again. He backed 
up and sat on the end of the bed. He lost his 
coordination and began fumbling with the thin sheer 
nylon panty hose material. Slowly he worked the panty 
hose up his smooth shaved legs. The silky material 
worked its magic and transformed his legs into those of 
a woman. He was actually beginning to feel like a 
woman.

When Larry stood to pull the panty hose up around his 
waist, he noticed a hole had been stitched into the 
bottom. The location of the hole would correspond with 
the location of his anus. He knew what he wanted at 
that moment. He wanted to be fucked by his beautiful 
mistress. He began to tremble.

"You're trembling again. What does my little slave 
want?" His mistress asked.

"I want to make love, I want to cum, mistress." Larry 
whispered.

"How does my slave want to cum?" she inquired hoping 
that her husband had not changed his mind while in the 
bathroom about submitting to her new demands.

"I want to be fucked. Fucked in the ass mistress."

"My, my. Is my little slave slut sure she wants to be 
fucked in the ass!"

"Oh yes mistress. Please. Please fuck me. I want to cum 
so bad it hurts."

Taking some sweet-smelling body lotion she massaged it 
on her slave's freshly shaved chest and arms saying. 
"But we aren't done inspecting your new body yet." 
Going to her dresser again she pulled out a black lace 
bra. Slipping it up his arms she fasten it on.

Larry was hypnotized by the image reflected in the 
mirror and was delirious with sexual desire. A slimy 
wet spot was growing on the crotch of the panty hose 
where his horny cock was straining against the sheer 
white material.

"Please, Please will you enter me now? I need to come 
so bad!" Larry begged his mistress.

"But I need to come to. Who is it most important to 
please, Slave or Mistress?" his now horny wife 
demanded.

"The Mistress." Larry whined in frustration.

Smiling his wife said, "Then show me if my little slut 
understands how to please me without a cock of his 
own," she beamed.

Larry tenderly helped his lovely wife on to the bed and 
crawled between her spread thighs. He had lost all 
sense of time and space. Now that he had lost his 
identity and his masculinity, he found it so easy to 
merge his soul with hers. He had found new freedom in 
his bondage.

Larry was consumed by his wife as he kissed the top of 
the pubic mound. As he gently traced the outside of 
each of her vagina lip she commanded "Tongue fuck me 
Slave."

Larry used his fingers to spread her open, with steady 
regular thrusts, he probed his tongue deeply inside his 
mistress' wet vagina. He felt as if his entire tongue 
was a penis, desperately trying to enter his wife's 
sweet tasting pussy.

Larry's hand trembled and shook as he reached for the 
soft smooth dildo. Moistening the instrument with his 
own saliva and his wife's natural lubricating juices he 
use the artificial penis to slowly penetrate his wife's 
now glistening hole. As the fake cock glided smoothly 
in and out of his mistress' vagina, Larry used his 
tongue to stroke the tender tissues on the outside of 
her pussy and to moisten the puckered brown skin of her 
anus. He experienced the helplessness of not being the 
one actually fucking his beautiful wife, but merely 
providing assistance so the she could experience more 
sexual pleasures.

He remember her words, that if she needed pleasure from 
a real man she would look elsewhere. He wonder if she 
would actually take pleasure from another man, if 
should bring a man home and order Larry to serve them. 
He wondered if she would order him to watch while she 
was giving or receiving pleasure from another man, if 
she would command her slave to assist in her orgasm. He 
wondered if she would order him to suck the warm cum of 
another man from her cunt or to please the man with his 
mouth.

As these helpless thoughts raced through Larry's horny 
mind, his mistress screamed with triumph and ecstasy. 
She grabbed his hair and roughly pulled his head closer 
into her crotch, smashing his face against the slimy 
end of the dildo as she shook with the pleasure of yet 
another orgasm.

Larry laid beside his mistress as she floated and 
drifted in the dreamy afterglow of her climax. He held 
her and gently stroked her back until her breathing was 
again normal.

Larry excitement grew as his wife stirred and opened 
her eyes. His own erection throbbed and his testicles 
ached with pain at being so full. He prayed that his 
mistress would grant him permission to orgasm.

As his wife sat up and lit a cigarette Larry reached 
into the box and brought out the large rubber penis. 
Offering it with both hands he pleadingly begged and 
whimper as tears again flowed from in his eyes. "Enter 
me with this rod mistress.

Please, Pleaseeee fuck me mistress. Oh pleaseeee... I 
need to CUM! I need to cummmme so BAD!"

His mistress' lips slowly twisted into a cruel smile as 
she took the massive phallus from his shaking hands.

"You're too small for this rod tonight, if I used it, 
it would tear and do irreparable damage to your body 
slave. Your anus has to enlarged."

At hearing this Larry collapsed on the bed sobbing 
"Please, Please fuck me mistress."

"Hush Slave, you didn't let me finish, tomorrow we 
start training you asshole. I have a set of seven 
rectal dilators each a little bigger in circumference, 
by next Saturday you will be able to take your new 
dildo with only a minimum of pain. But since this is 
our anniversary and you have been a very obedient slave 
this year I purchased a very slender dildo to use on 
you tonight. I'm sure it will give you the release 
you've been begging for. Now get on your hands and 
knees and reach back and spread your buttocks if you 
want to cum."

Larry's wife knelt behind her still sniffling slave. 
She thoroughly lubricated the thin plastic dildo with 
K-Y jelly.

Taking a dab of the jelly she deposited it on her 
slave's anal opening. As she massage his sphincter 
carefully she was delight with his throaty moan and his 
panting. He actually wanted to be penetrated. She 
momentarily rested the dildo against his opening then 
slowly began to push the member into his bowls. Inch by 
inch the penis disappeared into his tight virgin 
asshole.

Larry's face was contorted with pain and it felt as if 
he were being torn apart. The dildo was buried to the 
hilt now and his sensitive anus could feel the tool 
moving in and out. He burned with sexual hunger and 
humiliation and shame.

As the pain of penetration began to subside, his sexual 
joy began to increase. Larry realized again that his 
mistress knew exactly what he needed. It felt natural 
being fucked in the ass and he pretended that he as a 
woman giving herself over to sexual delight.

Taking one of his hands from his buttocks Larry's 
mistress guided it to the tightly encased phallus. 
Slapping his ass cheek hard she commanded. "Make 
YOURSELF CUM SLAVE!"

There was no pain now, only the growing need for 
release. Larry pushed the dildo harder and deeper into 
his ass.

He was absorbed in his won world of lustful, gender-
less pleasure. The visions of his watching mistress 
faded as he tightly closed his eyes. He was in a frenzy 
now. He began to whimper and whine as he neared his 
orgasm. He began to silently beg to the penis-god he 
held in his hand for it to let him cum.

Waves of indescribable pleasure thundered throughout 
his body and exploded in his brain. His whole body 
shook and shuddered through a tremendous climax.

***

As Larry regained consciousness he found he was lying 
on his back still panting. He must have blacked out. He 
could still feel the dildo in his ass and he felt 
ashamed to take it out.

He noticed that his mistress held a palm full of his 
cum. Without his knowing it she had gently taken hold 
of his penis during his orgasm and pointed it into her 
hand so that she could catch his ejaculation.

Slowly and deliberately, she moved her hand to her 
slave's face and dipped the middle finger of her free 
hand into the pool of cum. She pulled her finger up and 
out of the cum and watched a slimy string of sperm 
trail from her finger back into the warm pool. She 
continued lifting her finger up and away from the pool 
of cum until the string broke. She then moved her 
finger until it was directly over her slave's face and 
lowered her finger until the end of the slimy string of 
sperm was dripping from her finger to touch her slave's 
lips.

Larry's beautiful mistress coated his lips with his won 
sperm before placing her finger into his mouth so that 
he could suck it clean. She then set the palm of her 
hand holding the pool of cum on the slave's flushed 
cheek and began wiping the cum all over his face. She 
wiped sperm on every portion of his face. on his 
eyelids, his cheeks, his forehead, his neck and chin, 
everywhere. She continued to wipe her hand on his face 
until the cum dried slightly and became frothy white 
and sticky.

She then held her hand to Larry's mouth and commanded, 
"Lick my hand clean, Slave.

These were the first words she had spoken to her slave 
since she earlier told him to make himself cum with the 
dildo. Now the tone of her voice was again soft and 
loving.

"I love you mistress." Larry uttered before thoroughly 
cleaning her hand with his tongue. The cum was now 
drying on Larry's face and he was surrounded by the 
order of desire and sex.

"Now pull out the dildo and clean it as thoroughly as 
you just cleaned my hand."

"Do I have to clean it?"

"Yes, Slave. Every time I allow you to come it is your 
responsibility to clean up afterwards with your tongue. 
Now get busy or you'll be punished. Now pull out the 
dildo and clean it as thoroughly as you just cleaned my 
hand."

Larry turned white as he inquired of his mistress, 
"Clean it with my tongue?"

Taking the filthy dildo she held it to his lips saying 
"Learn to savor the take, Slave."

Obediently her slave slowly open his mouth wide and 
received the soiled shaft. Inch by inch he sucked the 
plastic penis clean. He thought the flavor to be bitter 
sweet and not as repulsive as he had imagined.

His mistress pushed the member deep into his mouth and 
down his throat until he gagged. She told him to relax, 
that he need to learn to deep-throat a cock.

Larry pretended the dildo was a real penis. He allow 
his throat muscles to relax and swallowed the rod 
without gagging. He eagerly moved his head up and down 
thy tool. He held the head of the shaft gently with his 
teeth and flicked his tongue across the tip of the 
head. He covered his teeth with his lips and moved his 
hungry mouth rapidly up and down the bulbous head.

"That's my little slut," his mistress soothed, "Now 
deep-throat it again! Good. Now take it deeper: That's 
it. Now lick up and down the shaft with the flat of 
your tongue! Yes. Follow that vein! Does it feel good?"

"Wonderful," her slave replied with removing his mouth 
from the dildo.

"Don't you wish it was a real cock?"

Her slave remained silent but couldn't not keep his own 
cock from answering the question by stiffening and 
twitching uncontrollable. Larry continued to suck 
feverishly on the dildo.

"Don't you wish the cock in your mouth had its own 
warmth? Wouldn't you like to feel hot cum hitting the 
back of your throat?"

Larry could not help himself. A deep, rasping moan 
escaped from his phallic filled mouth. A moan of 
pleasure and desire. That was exactly what he wanted 
more than anything.

Larry's mistress then put her slave sparking clean 
dildo back in the nightstand drawer saying "Someday 
Slave I will bring home a real man and you can give him 
a nice blow job, want that be nice?" Kissing her slave 
on the on the cheek she whispered "Happy anniversary 
darling! I love you. Get a good nights sleep my little 
slut, tomorrow a new an exiting day for you slave!"

Within minutes, Larry could tell by her soft breathing 
that his mistress was asleep. Larry slept little that 
night. It was his anniversary and he burned with desire 
for this beautiful wife. He loved this woman. He 
wondered what he would do if he every lost her. He was 
horny, but had never been happier in his entire life.

Larry's thoughts of the past were abruptly broken as 
the closet door swung open again. His mistress, 
silhouetted against the flickering candle light 
appeared more stunning and captivating than he had ever 
remembered seeing her.

Larry had no idea how long he had been bound in the 
darken closet. The pain, the desires, the fantasies, 
the humiliation, all melted into a blur in which 
reality was left behind.

"Does my little slave/toy still remember what he is and 
what he needs?" His mistress inquired chuckling.

"I'm a queer and I need cock." Larry replied without 
hesitation in a high pitched womanlike feminine voice.

"Oh, that's so good. It pleases your mistress that her 
slave is beginning to learn what he is and what he 
needs?"

She said patting and musing his hair. She untied the 
dildo from the nylon string which had held it in front 
of her slaves face.

"Would you like to clean this or would you like to be 
entered with it?" His wife sweetly ask touching the 
rubber penis to his lips.

"Both" pleaded her slave in a little girls voice.

His mistress shook with laughter. "Oh so my little slut 
queer wants it all, huh? Well here." She touched the 
dildo to the tip of his dripping penis. Larry shivered 
with delight.

"What's the matter slave, did that hurt you?" ask his 
mistress coyly.

"No. NO. Oh, no. Its been so long since you've touched 
me down there. I forgot how good it feel to be handled 
and fondled down there.

"Well, that touch was for neither my pleasure nor for 
yours. I was merely lubricating the penis which is 
about to enter you. I was showing you kindness slave by 
lubricating this dildo with your own slime, to ease the 
penetration of your bowels. It was not a sexual 
caress."

Laughing his mistress bent over, wiping the end of the 
dildo in the pool of pre-cum which had dripped from 
Larry's swollen cock to the floor, forming a sticky 
pool. She took a finger and wiped the slippery fluid 
around the tip and shaft of the artificial penis. When 
she finished coating the dildo she wiped the remaining 
cum left on her finger around and into her slave 
asshole.

Larry moaned with anticipation and genuine desire at 
the feel of her finger at his anal opening.

"An what do you want now, slave?" His wife/mistress 
commanded.

"To be entered. I need to be entered. Please enter me. 
Please. Please Mistress enter me and fuck me 
pleaseeee."

With one brutal thrust, Larry's mistress shoved the 
huge rubber member into her slave's ass.

"Ahhhh. Oh, yes. That's what I needed. Oh, fuck me 
mistress. Fuck me. Oh, it so good. Soooo gooood. I need 
more." Larry cried out lustfully.

Without tenderness, Larry's mistress gave him what he 
had begged for, a hard brutal ass-fucking. She rammed 
the fake penis in and out of his widely stretched anus, 
as tears of shame and passion trickled down her slaves 
cheeks.

She watched her helpless slave flush with arousal. She 
listened to his breathing become shallow and rapid. She 
observed his eyes squeeze tight with expectancy. She 
noted his buttocks tighten with concentration on the 
dildo, trying to keep it inside his ass.

She saw the change. His writhing, trusting body was 
stilled. He had quit breathing. A low groan was slowly 
rising to his throat. Her slave was on the very verge 
of his climax. One more thrust of the dildo and he 
would fill the closet with screams of orgasmic delight.

Immediately his mistress pulled the dildo out until the 
very tip was griped by his anal mouth. She held it 
perfectly still not moving it at all. She was not ready 
to let her slave cum yet. He needed to learn what it 
really meant to want. He didn't deserve an orgasm yet.

"What's the matter, slave?" His mistress quipped. As 
she slowly slid the phallus to it's deepest within 
Larry ass she whispered with a voice of cold sarcasm. 
"Oh, its so sad we have to stop now. We were having so 
much fun!"

Larry began to tremble, his ragged breath came to him 
in gulp's and gasp's. His whole body quivered with 
denial, he collapsed forward. He could only look over 
his shoulder with pleading, tear-filled eyes at his 
mistress.

With one hand holding the dildo buried deeply in 
Larry's ass, his mistress reached down and picked up 
the leather chastity belt which he had worn throughout 
the day. She wrapped the belt around his waist and 
snapped it shut as she ordered.

"Up, Slave! And grip the dildo with the muscles of your 
asshole, if it falls out you will be whipped."

Larry obeyed instantly.

His mistress walked in front of her helpless slave. She 
pulled the strap from the back of the belt down the 
crack of his ass, cross the end of the dildo, between 
his spread legs. She then slipped his erect and 
throbbing penis and his testicles into the leather 
pouch attached to the strap. She then connected this 
strap to the front of the chastity belt. This re-
secured the slave's penis in its proper place and 
imprisoned his cock and balls. Next she re-attached the 
other two straps.

These other two straps were adjustable and connected to 
the sides of the penis pouch and to the center strap at 
his ass near the embedded dildo. These side straps ran 
around each of his thighs and buckled, to insure the 
entire apparatus would remain secure. The belt and all 
straps employed suit-case style locks to prevent Larry 
from removing the device after it had been locked in 
place.

Larry's mistress wrapped her arms around her bound 
slave and passionately kissed him as she stroked his 
shaved velvety body. After several long moments she 
pulled back.

"You feel so good... for a queer. Its too bad that you 
can't please me sexually like a man," his mistress 
sighed.

Larry's face turned red with embarrassment and shame as 
he replied, "I'm sorry beautiful mistress."

"I need to be please by a man tonight, not just by a 
whimp slave with a short sticky tongue," she said 
coldly as she stared into his eyes.

"Please let me try to please you," pleaded and implored 
her slave.

"You have tried before and you just can't. You please 
me like another woman would try, but you can't please 
me like a real man," his mistress snapped in disgust.

"I'm sorry, truly mistress, I am sorry. I would love to 
please you with my cock if you would allow me to." 
Larry spoke, praying that his mistress would consent 
and grant him permission to have intercourse with her.

"I don't believe you. I'll give you a choice right now! 
Please me like a real man. All you will have to do is 
renounce being my slave. The choice is yours, CHOOSE!"

"You mean in order for me to please and fuck you now. I 
will have to give up being your slave," Larry mumbled.

"That's what I said. Give up slavery forever and please 
me like a man or remain my slave and never complain or 
protest in any way when I am pleasured and fucked by 
another man."

Larry did not answer. The answer was obvious, the die 
had already been cast. The role of slave was no longer 
an option that Larry could choose to take or leave. He 
was slave to his wife and would remain such for life.

"I asked you a question, slave," she demanded. "What do 
you choose? To become a man again or to remain my whimp 
slave for life."

Larry began to tremble and quiver as tears came into 
his eyes. Lowering his head he sobbed "I choose to 
remain you slave, mistress."

"And what are you forcing your mistress to do when she 
needs a real man to please her?," his wife taunted.

"Oh, mistress, No! Please don't make me answer that 
question."

Larry's wife reached behind her and picked up a short, 
stiff riding crop from its hook on the wall. "Yes, 
answer me slave. What are you forcing your mistress to 
do?"

"I am forcing her to find another man who will please 
her," Larry mumbled with his head still lowered.

WHACK! A powerful blow of the crop slashed across 
Larry's chest, leaving a purplish scarlet line just 
below his right nipple.

"I want you to beg me to go out and find a real man to 
fuck me," his wife screamed.

Larry's body shuddered involuntarily and he seemed to 
falter and hesitate before he could replying.

WHACK! Another deep welt began to grown on the left 
side of his chest.

"Tell me again slave, and this time I want you to 
really mean it."

"Please, mistress. Please find a man to satisfy your 
needs. Please find a man who will fuck you and ensure 
your feminine desires are fulfilled," Larry cried out.

In a soft, gentle and loving voice. Larry's mistress 
raised his head and looked deep into his eyes and 
asked. "Why? Why do I have to find another man to 
please me? Why can't you please me like I need to be 
pleased?"

With tears streaming down his cheeks. Larry blubbered 
that he couldn't please her like a man because he had 
given up his manhood to become her slave. He told her 
that he was her slave for life and that the most 
important thing in his life was that his mistress be 
completely pleased and satisfied. He told her it was 
important that her needs and desires never be denied. 
Be they sexual or other wise.

Larry's mistress smiled broadly. The excitement of once 
again seeing her slave submit made her want to 
humiliate him more than ever before.

"Since you are making me seek satisfaction from another 
man, I think its only fair that you watch him fuck me. 
Don't you?"

Deliberately leaving the closet door open for her slave 
to watch, she stepped back into the candle lit room and 
slipped off her back satin robe. She stood before the 
bedroom's floor length mirror dressed in only her 
black, spiked high heels. With her back to her slave 
she began to assume various poses before the mirror, 
admiring her gorgeous form, and pretending not to 
notice the refection of her slave's hungry horny stare.

She casually pick up a bottle of body lotion. Pouring a 
palm full of the sweet smelling mixture she erotically 
rubbed it into her firm breast. A long, low moan could 
be heard in the closet. Turning Larry's mistress gave 
him a good view of her perfect breast as she reach for 
and took a sip of white wine from the glass, which was 
setting on a near by table.

Returning to the mirror she again began to caress her 
own breasts. Pressing her palms against her titties, 
she massage them sensuously with slow circular motions. 
She opened her fingers to allow her nipples to protrude 
and then tightened her fingers to squeeze the nipples 
between her fingers.

In the closet, her slave was beside himself with 
aroused passion and pain as he watched the reflection 
of his mistress in the candlelight. He longed to caress 
her firm, full breasts and gently suck her hardened 
erect nipples into his mouth. He ached to feel the 
velvet softness of her skin and smell her sweet 
fragrance. In his pain and humiliation, he told himself 
that he was not worthy of this love-goddess. In silent 
awe, he worshipped his mistress.

Larry's wife squirmed with lustful passion in front of 
the mirror. Her left hand stayed at her left breast 
while her right worked its way down to her lovely pubic 
mound. She ran her finger through the silky down that 
cover her venus mound.

Gently she spread her vagina lips and wet her index 
finger with her abundant and copious flowing pussy 
juices. Keeping the top of her pussy lips spread open 
she hesitantly touched her sensitive clitoris. Her clit 
was fully erect and she could not suppress the moan 
that escaped her lips. She wet her finger again and 
began to make circles around her love button as she 
began to squeezed her life nipple between the thumb and 
first finger of her left hand.

Larry watched as her finger glisten with wetness from 
her dripping pussy juices and her nipples turn red from 
being pinched and pulled. He watched her eyes drift 
closed and her hips begin to sway and rotate to the 
beat of her own internal rhythm. She slipped two 
fingers into her cunt hole and began to finger herself 
as she used her thumb to massage her clit.

Her head fell back and her lips began to move as she 
silently pleaded for orgasmic release from her 
invisible lover. Then she became very still except for 
the frantic movements of her finger on her clitoris. A 
slow, deep growl escaped her mouth. She suddenly went 
rigid, not moving at all not even breathing. Then she 
emitted a long, deep sigh and after several moments of 
blissful rest, she reached for and took a sip of her 
wine. She did not even look again or speak to her bound 
tied up slave in the closet.

Silently she walked to her dresser and pull out a black 
lace garter belt. She hooked it on and adjusted it into 
position just above her shapely hips. Next she pulled 
from the drawer a pair of sheer black silk stockings. 
She kicked off her spiked heels and sensuously pulled a 
stocking up each leg.

Larry watched worshipfully from the closet. He felt 
deeply hurt that she was dressing so sexually for the 
pleasure of another man. Larry remembered his own 
inability to give up being his wife's slave and the 
feelings of inadequacy and powerlessness made him feel 
even less worthy of this beautiful female dressing 
before his very eyes.

After fastening each stocking on the garters, Larry's 
wife walked to the closet and brushed past her bound 
slave. She reached for her favorite and most sexiest 
and most risque dress.

It was the dress that provoked and aroused the wildest 
amorous passion in Larry every time she put it on. Just 
see her in this dress gave Larry the hots and made his 
cock harden instantly. The upper portion fit skin tight 
and laced up the front like a corset and displayed the 
cleavage of bosom in all their glory. The lower portion 
hugged her hips and then cascaded freely down her legs 
to mid thigh. The dress was split up the sides from its 
hem to the top of her stocking. If she walked a certain 
way you could easily glimpse a peep of her stocking 
tops and the lace of her garters. The material was 
black velvet which Larry found very erotic and 
sensualistic and exciting and very exhilarating to the 
touch.

Horny lust and despair welled up in Larry as his wife 
slid into the dress and tightly laced the corset top. 
He had never seen her look more alluring or beautiful. 
But he knew as he watched, that this time she was not 
dressing for him.

Finishing with her dress Larry's mistress moved to the 
mirror again and admired herself. She took another long 
drink from her glass of wine and sat down at her 
dressing table to apply her makeup.

She put mascara and eye liner on, as Larry looked on 
from within the closet and thought. She doesn't need 
that stuff. She the most beautiful, sexy female on 
earth and I'm privileged to serve as her slave. As she 
applied a coat of lip gloss to finish a flawless job. 
Larry admitted that the cosmetic's heightened and 
enhanced her natural beauty. Her sexy bedroom eyes 
sparkled naughtily and now her sensual pouting mouth 
look so kissable it was beyond belief.

His wife was in the process of putting away her makeup 
when she suddenly stopped and look at Larry. This was 
the first time she had looked directly at her slave 
since she had put the chastity belt on him.

"I know what you need, slave," she said teasingly. "You 
need some makeup. Your eyes need that look that says 
'FUCK ME!' and your lips and mouth must beg to give 
blow jobs."

She walked over to her slave and carefully applied a 
heavy coat of eye liner and mascara to his face. Then 
she sloppily coated his lips with bright red lipstick. 
In a few minutes she stepped back to admire her handy 
work.

Larry looked quickly into the bedroom at the mirror and 
could not believe how he now look. His wife caressed 
his cheek, and Larry quickly glanced back at his 
wife/mistress.

"Yes, that's better. Tomorrow you will learn how to 
apply your own makeup. Now you look more like the 
wanton slut you've become. Soon..., my little queer 
slut, I'll be able to sit at home while you go out and 
find me a real man to fuck. You will bring him home for 
me and, if you're lucky and very docile, obedient and 
submissive, we'll allow you permission to suck his cock 
clean after he's finished fucking and pleasuring me. 
I'll bet you're ready to do that now!"

She laughed, turned and slammed the door in Larry's 
face.

Again Larry's world was shrouded in darkness. His cock 
pulsed and throbbed with pain at not having achieved 
orgasm. His whole body ached and merged with the 
distress and pain he felt in his testicles. His nuts 
were so full of sperm that every breath he took made it 
feel if they were going to burst, the pressure was so 
intense. But the pain that hurt Larry the most was the 
vision of his lovely wife being loved by another man. 
In his mind's eye he could see him fucking and pleasure 
his wife in ways that he was denied.

Larry's mind began to drift back in time again. This 
time to his second wedding anniversary. Back to when 
his beautiful and attractive mistress/wife first took 
sexual pleasure from another man. When his mistress 
taught her slave that she could never be fully or 
completely satisfied by a sissified whimpy husband.

***

Larry remembered that morning after his first 
anniversary his wife had called his employer and told 
them that Larry was quitting to devote himself to her 
and their marriage. From that day forward Larry became 
a house husband as well as his wife slave.

During the day while his wife worked at her office, he 
was to cook, clean house, wash cloths, etc, all the 
things customary done by female home-makers. His 
wife/mistress had taken a week's vacation and he had a 
short but intensive training course in becoming a home-
maker. His development and further indoctrination as a 
submissive slut occurred mostly after working hours and 
on weekends.

Larry winched almost feeling the pain when he recalled 
the day that his mistress arrived home early from work 
to find the house empty.

Her slave return home wearing male cloths instead of 
the dress he was suppose to have on and he smelled of 
beer. His wife without delay marched the surprised 
Larry to the bedroom. Shoving him onto the bed she 
ripped off his cloths while she slapped his face many 
times as she screamed over and over again.

"You dumb fucking slut! When will you learn! You're not 
a man anymore!"

She then entered the closet and returned with all his 
male cloths. Piling his cloths next to him she handed 
him a pair of scissors and demanded that he cut them up 
into little pieces.

She next tied Larry face down on the bed with his hands 
and feet securely anchored to the corners. Pulling at 
his hips with her hands she commanded.

"Raise you hips Slave. I want to elevate you buttocks 
with this pillow. I am going to punish you. Discipline 
you severely. I going to whip you ass. You're not a man 
who goes drinking at the corner pub but my personal 
little slut/slave and when I'm through with your ass, 
you'll never dare wear men's cloths again or even think 
of leaving this house without my explicit permission. 
Your bottom will look like chopped steak when I'm 
through beating and lashing it you ignorant, empty-
headed fucking little bitch."

Before the beating was over Larry buttocks and inner 
thighs were welted and bleeding and he was begging a 
pleading for mercy and forgiveness from his mistress. 
It took almost a month for his ass to heal up. This did 
not stop his wife from purchasing the chastity belt 
that he now wears daily underneath his feline apparel.

Larry focused his thought on his second anniversary it 
happen to fall on a Saturday that year the second week 
in January. The alarm clock when off at five thirty as 
usual. His sleepy mistress reach across his naked body 
and shut it off. She groped around trying to find the 
key that would unlock her slave from his nightly 
bondage.

Larry's feet were tied to the foot of the bed with a 
scarf and his wrists were cuffed and padlock together, 
a long dog leash connecting them to the corner post of 
the headrest. He awkwardly struggled to set up, 
unlocking his hands he reached back and removed the 
strap holding the ball gag in his mouth. Rubbing his 
sore mouth and jaw Larry untied his ankles.

"Thank you, mistress, for keeping me secure and 
protected during the night. I love you more than life 
itself. Please allow me the privilege of serving you 
today."

His mistress had instructed him to address her every 
morning in this manner. Since their first anniversary 
he was bound to her bed with just enough slack in the 
dog leash that if she desired he could wiggle and 
squirm down and get between her thighs and satisfy her 
orally if that was her whim during the night.

"You're welcome, slave. I love you too," she responded 
to his question sleeply. "Did you sleep well, slave?"

"Very well mistress. May I please have permission to 
use the bathroom, mistress?," he asked sweetly with a 
girlish voice.

"If you mean piss slave, Yes. But remember that 
slut/ladies like yourself squat on the toilet when the 
pee, they down stand like at a men's urinal. And don't 
be in there long, I don't you playing with the 
miserable teeny little thing you call a cock. You have 
chores to do. Be quite in there and while you're 
working, I'll be sleeping in until ten."

"Yes, mistress, thank you for allowing me to pee and 
I'll work very quitely."

Turning over and closing her drowsy eyes Larry's 
mistress commanded. "Wake me at ten with a glass of 
fresh squeezed orange juice and the morning paper. Then 
you can prepare my breakfast. Now go make pee pee for 
your mistress like a good little girl."

Larry hurried to the bathroom to relieve himself then 
return to his dresser to prepare for the day. First he 
pulled out the leather chastity belt. As he snapped the 
last self-clocking buckle into place he thought himself 
the luckiest slave in the world for having such a 
beautiful and understanding mistress. He felt loved and 
secure. A shiver went down his back as his sensitive 
ass tried to accommodate to the cold, solid dildo now 
deep in his bowels. He felt thankful that mistress had 
chosen a small training phallus to snap to the crotch 
strap. His mistress was strict and sometimes harsh with 
him but he knew she only punished and whipped him for 
her amusement and enjoyment. These punishments and the 
discipline only served to make him a better slave.

Larry next took out of the dresser a black lace bra and 
matching panties. He easily reach behind his back and 
fastened the tiny hooks of the bra. He had learned his 
lesson on dressing as a woman very well. He looked in 
the mirror as he pulled the lace panties up over his 
freshly shaved legs. The sight aroused him as well as 
the feeling of the silky material as it caressed the 
cheeks of his buttocks. He suddenly felt the mounting 
pressure as his growing penis pushed against the 
unyielding leather pouch restraining his stiffing cock. 
His mistress had lined the inside of the pouch today 
with sand paper and he knew that before long the head 
of his gland would be rubbed raw and he would be in 
agonizing pain. Larry took a deep breath and tried to 
relax.

Expertly the slave pulled black fish-net stockings up 
each leg and fastened them to the garters attached to 
the straps of the chastity belt that encircled his 
upper thighs. Watching the transformation of himself in 
the mirror, Larry became aroused again and had to stop 
for a moment until the pain from his growing erection 
subsided a little.

Larry pulled the maid's uniform from the closet. The 
uniform was a sheer black satin dress with a hemline 
that ended at mid thigh just below the tops of the 
stocking tops. Sewn onto the front of the dress below 
the waste was a dainty while lace apron. The feel of 
the fabric over his feminized body was too much for the 
slave. Vainly. his cock attempted to thicken and rise 
inside the restraining leather pouch. The combination 
of arousal and pain brought him to his knees in lustful 
tear. He was hot and horny and needed to be fuck like 
the slut he knew he had become. While his mistress 
continued to sleep Larry's enslavement continued to 
grow in intensity.

Taking the list of chores from the dresser that his 
mistress required to be done, Larry silently left the 
bedroom. After thoroughly cleaning and scrubbing the 
bathroom, he did the kitchen, then dusted the 
furniture. At precisely ten he woke his mistress from 
her morning slumber.

"Wake up, darling mistress. I love you," he spoke 
softly from the foot of the bed as he held the juice 
and paper.

'Waking up, his wife yawned then sat up as she brushed 
her must-up hair out of her eyes. She smiled at her 
slave as she stretched out her hand for the orange 
juice. "Slave may approach his mistress," she spoke 
softly and reassuringly.

Larry hastily knelt by the side of the bed and put the 
glass in her hand, them submissively offer the 
newspaper with both hands.

"You may now prepare my breakfast," she ordered as she 
took the paper from his hands.

"Yes mistress, right away. Is their anything special 
that you want this morning?" Larry spoke bowing his 
head.

"I think a three minute egg, bacon and toast. Now go." 
she said as open the paper.

Twenty minutes latter Larry return with a breakfast 
tray and again knelt beside the bed.

"Have you completed all your chores, slave?" inquired 
his mistress.

"Yes, mistress everything has been done. The kitchen 
and bathroom are spotless and all the furniture has 
been dusted and polished." Larry spoke with pride in 
his girlish voice. He had learned to be an excellent 
home-maker just as his wife/mistress had wanted.

"You are a very good little slave, and shall have a 
tiny reward," his mistress spoke lovingly as she caress 
his hair. "Bring the pad and I will give you a little 
of your favorite drink."

Obediently, Larry brought the thin rubber pad from the 
bathroom. He removed the silk sheet covering his 
mistress then waited patiently as she worked her 
negligee up under her breast. He then slid the pad 
under his wife's buttocks, and upper thighs. Settling 
herself she spread her leg widely and nodded.

Larry crawled onto the bed and lowered his head between 
her spread thighs and pressed his face into her soft 
fragrant crotch. His cock stiffen in its leather pouch, 
sending waves of exotic pain throughout his body as his 
excitement rose at the thought of what was about to 
happen.

On weekend's Larry's mistress had starting employing 
him as a toilet/slave. She would empty her bladder into 
his mouth and when he had swallowed the urine she would 
have him lick her clean with his tounge. At first he 
had been disciplined frequently for letting some of her 
precious fluid escaped his lips.

His mistress now felt that although her slave was 
humiliated and degraded when required to drink her 
piss, she felt that he secretly desired the act because 
now he seldom lost any of her pee. She ruled out the 
next logical step in toilet training for she could not 
shit on any one not even her sissified/whip husband. 
Everyone has to draw the line somewhere and this was 
her line.

Larry now loved this weekend practice and felt it was 
very appropriate that a slave should only be allowed to 
consume drink after it had already been drunk. Larry 
knew a slave's pleasure and release must never occur 
until after the complete satisfaction of his mistress, 
and must always be accompanied by pain and/or 
humiliation. What could be more humiliating that being 
made to drink urine.

Larry particularly looked forward to drinking his 
wife's morning urine. He had grown to love the taste 
and smell of his wife's urine and the way the taste of 
her piss change and sweetened during the course of the 
day. He know this change was caused by the sugar she 
consumed as she drank coffee, tea and diet soft drink. 
But nothing could compare with the taste of strong 
morning pee. Nothing could conceal the flavor and aroma 
of the hot fluid as it hit the back of this mouth and 
poured down his throat and into his empty stomach.

Larry used the finger of both hands to spread and 
separate the lips of his wife vagina. Closing his mouth 
over her urethra he sealed his lips tightly to her, 
waiting for the flow to begin.

As his mistress took a bite of egg, she relaxed her 
bladder and let a warm stream gush into her slave's 
eager mouth. She smiled as he squirmed and moaned with 
pleasure. She had also come to enjoy these weekends and 
was considering extending this delightful diversion to 
other days of the week.

She chewed a bite of toast. She knew that her slave had 
not climaxed for an entire week and that he was beside 
himself with lust and desire for an orgasm. She knew 
that when in this condition, he would become weaker and 
more helplessly under her dominate spell with every 
degrading task she assigned him.

She took a bite of bacon and let a long, warm gush of 
urine escape her urethra. Her slave struggled to 
swallow it all without spilling a single drop of her 
delicious pee. Larry's wife took a sip of coffee and 
smile again.

She thought about all the women she knew and all the 
women of the world. They could all convert their men 
into toys for their own pleasure and amusement if they 
only know how to harness their men's overpowering 
sexual need and desires. She wondered how much one of 
her girlfriend or a rich woman would pay for a man who 
was trained to greedily drink urine as his only reward 
for providing her with hours or even days of submissive 
service and untold pleasures.

For the final time she opened her bladder, this time 
allowing all of its remaining contents to rush into her 
slave's mouth. She arched her hips up slightly as he 
began licking her pussy lips. Her pink puckered asshole 
was now directly in front of her slaves face and she 
gave a long morning fart. Although she could not bring 
herself to shit in her slave's mouth. He was definitely 
going to learn to worship her anus. She wanted to feel 
his lips kissing and nibbling at the sensitive ring and 
then feel his tounge bathed and probed her bottom hole.

As she finished her meal and read the paper her slave 
remained at the crotch gently licking her labia lips 
praying that she would become aroused. He loved his 
wife/mistress and desperately want to give her an 
orgasm to start the day off. He wanted to kiss and 
caress her erect clitoris with his tongue and to feel 
her titties and pull gently on her hard nipples as she 
shook in a climax that he had produced in her, but it 
was not to be. His mistress finished her meal and 
pulled his face from between her thighs.

"Get busy slave and do the dished. But first I'm going 
to bath so go draw me a bubble bath. When you've 
finished the dishes come and help me dress."

Larry marvelled at his wife's beauty and elegance as 
she emerged from her bath. After drying her he help her 
dress. She wore a black leather min-skirt and ankle 
length spiked heel boots that emphasized her long 
slender legs. Her while silk blouse fit loosely and 
contrasted with the skin-tight leather skirt.

"Its our anniversary. Would you like to take your 
mistress shopping," she ask as she sat at her vanity 
brushing her hair.

"Oh, yes mistress but I can't go in these cloths," 
eagerly replied her husband who was still dressed in 
his feminine maid's uniform. He had not left the house 
since the day his mistress forced him to cut up his 
male cloths.

"Oh, changing won't be necessary for you. You make a 
very pretty maid."

"But mistress..." stammered Larry.

"There will no but mistresses', now let's go, the mall 
opened two hours ago and the paper said they were 
having a gigantic sale today." Taking her slave's arm, 
she led him to the garage.

Fear welled up in the slave. With each step toward the 
door leading to the garage he became even more 
frightened. He began to beg and plead as tears filled 
his eyes.

"Please, mistress. Please don't.... Pleaseeee!"

"Please what?" she responded innocently.

"Please don't make me go shopping dressed as a woman. 
Pleaseee!"

"But you make such a lovely woman. Your hair has grown 
long and your beautiful nails match the color of your 
lipstick. You really do make a very pretty female. 
Besides won't shopping be fun? You've lost thirty or 
forty pounds in the last year and you could certainly 
use some new cloths. It will just be two girls out 
shopping until they drop."

"Please, no." Larry sobbed.

"Oh, yes I insist. We might even meet someone we know? 
Perhaps Betty and John you remember them don't you. Or 
that nice couple down the block Frank and Edith. Don't 
you want to come out of the closet as they say and quit 
hiding your little secret?"

"I'm so ashamed. Pleasee don't make me go like this," 
her slave whined.

"Don't whine, darling," she consoled. "We might even 
find us a man today. I know you're always horny. 
Wouldn't you like to fuck by a man?" she giggled.

Larry began to cry and sob, "No! I only want you. I 
only want to please you."

"Well, I need more than just you. I need a real man."

Larry's face flushed red as they entered the garage. 
His cock though was rock-hard and causing him immense 
pain with in its leather prison. Larry at that moment 
was very confused, how could he be so humiliated and 
embarrassed and you so turned-on and aroused at the 
same time.

His mistress walk to the back of her BMW and open the 
trunk. "OK, my little whimp/panty slave. This time I'll 
let you hide here in the trunk while I shop. But think 
about what you'll be missing. All the beautiful dresses 
and lingerie we could have tried on and bought. Now 
strip, take that dress off and your panties, it's ten 
degrees outside today and I want you to suffer while 
I'm shopping."

Thankful not to be publicly humiliated he quickly 
followed his mistress's orders and crawled into the 
trunk and curled himself into a ball. His mistress 
produced two pair of handcuffs. She pulled her slave's 
right arm behind his back and cuffed it to his left 
ankle. She then pulled his left arm back and cuffed it 
to his right ankle. Pulling out a wad of toilet paper 
from her purse she stuffed as much as she could into 
Larry's mouth. She add ball gag making it impossible 
for the paper to be spit out.

"That should hold you for awhile," she said cruelly 
pinching his ass. Turning she walked to a garbage can 
in the corner of the garage. Pulling out a plastic bag 
with fish scraps and rotting food, she returned and 
place it next to Larry face. The smell was overpowering 
and Larry had to fight the urge to vomit. He tried to 
move away from the foul smelling bag but the way he was 
bound he couldn't escape the odious odor.

Laughing his mistress smirked, "you looked to 
comfortable, slave. Now you will really suffer." 
Slowing closing the trunk she added. "You will be 
cramped cold, and alone. In your misery, I want you to 
ask yourself if your foolish pride is more important 
that obeying your mistress. Think about who and what 
your are now. You are no better than that stinking bag 
of garbage beside you! You should be honored to be my 
slave and act as my personal maid. Think about how good 
it would have felt to walk in the warm stores with me, 
smiling at people, and trying on clothes with me. I 
love you slave. Remember, this is for you own good."

SLAM! Larry was now in total darkness. He heard the car 
start then begin to move. The stench of the garbage was 
sickening to the bound slave. His arms and back was 
beginning to ache. He lost track of time as he thought 
about his wife's words. He felt the car stopping then 
the sound of the door slamming.

The toilet paper was disintegrating is his mouth, bits 
of it were going down his throat every time he 
swallowed. His trouble mind reeled with thoughts as he 
tried to sort out what was happening. He admitted to 
himself that accompanying his wife in public as her 
feminized slave would allow him more dignity than lying 
like a bag of garbage in the trunk of her car. He 
pictured himself beside this attractive and elegant 
mistress, blinded by her radiant beauty.

Slowly, a new realization came to Larry. He realized 
and understood that if he truly gave himself to his 
mistress, he would not care how he was dressed or what 
the reactions of other people would be. Yes! Now he 
realized his wife was right when she told him that she 
was doing this for his own good.

After what seemed an eternity of waiting in the 
cramped, foul darkness, the car started and began 
moving again. Later the trunk door opened and Larry was 
back in the garage again.

His mistress unlocked her slave's cuffs and removed his 
gag. "Well, did my little slave learn anything on our 
shopping trip?", she inquired.

"Yes, beautiful mistress," Larry quickly spoke 
swallowing the last of the toilet paper. "I learned 
that the only important thing in my life is being with 
you and pleasing you."

"Then what do you say, slave?", his mistress asked 
smiling, knowing that her slave had taken another giant 
step in his development.

"Thank you, mistress. Thank you for teaching me an 
important lesson. If I should falter in the future or 
displease you. Please punish and discipline me so that 
I can learn to be a better slave. My only wish in life 
is to serve and obey you, mistress."

"You're welcome, slave. Now take that awful smelling 
bag out of my car and throw it back in the garbage can, 
then run into the house and meet me in the bathroom. I 
need to urinate and its been several hours since you've 
tasted my precious priceless pee. Now hurry!"

After swallowing the last drop of this wife's urine and 
tenderly cleaning her vagina and anus with his tongue, 
Larry started to rise but his mistress kept the almost 
nude slave between her thighs by locking her legs 
around his back and hips. She commanded, "Down! You 
slut bitch. I didn't give you permission to rise." She 
slid back on the toilet seat smiling as her slave 
dropped back to his knees and bowed his head in 
submission.

"Did I taste sweet, my little slut," she ask as she 
caressed his still damp lips with the tip of her 
finger.

"Oh, yes mistress. Your pee is delicious, it taste even 
better than that expensive bottle of champagne we had 
on our wedding night."

"Good! I have decided that you will accompany me to the 
ladies room every time I need to relieve myself and 
that includes when we're out in public. Now kiss me I 
want to see if I cant taste myself."

Leaning forward she french kissed her slave for several 
moments. Breaking the kiss she gasp, "You stink of 
garbage! You must bath we are going out to dinner this 
evening." Reaching into her brasserie she handed Larry 
the key to the chastity belt adding. "Clean your dildo 
before you shower."

She was pleased to see the her husband/slave was still 
erect and stiff when he removed the leather prison from 
his body. She even heard the moan of pleasure as he 
extracted the dildo from his ass. Her eyes sparkled in 
the knowledge that what she had subjected him to 
excited and aroused her slave/husband. She watched 
contentedly as he immediately began to clean the smelly 
rod with his tongue and continued licking and sucking 
the instrument until she took it from him saying.

"Be sure to used the depilatory, if I find one hair 
where it shouldn't be we will stay home and I will 
punish you and there will NO ORGASM for you my little 
slut/slave." She reached down and picked up the 
chastity belt and left the bathroom.

Larry spend almost thirty minutes in the shower, the 
hot warm water soothed his aching body. He felt 
refreshed now. Turning off the shower he turned on the 
faucet and adjusted the temperature to its coldest. 
Lying down in the tub he maneuvered himself until the 
cold water rushed over this genital parts. He hope this 
would reduce his libido. His penis started to deflate 
and shrink in size and the cold water lessened the 
pressure in this testicles. He smiled at his ingenuity 
because now his sexual organs would now fit more easily 
and with much less pain in the leather prison of the 
chastity belt.

Drying himself Larry quickly returned to the bedroom. 
Setting on the bed he started putting the chastity belt 
on again but stopped in horror. Attached to the center 
strap was his discipline dildo. His wife had replaced 
the normal training dildo with this much larger fake 
cock. His anus had stretch considerably over the past 
year and could now easily accommodate being penetrated 
by the training dildo.

The discipline dildo was over two full inches in 
diameter and was a perfect replica of a real penis. The 
longest his mistress had forced him to wear it was 
approximated twenty minutes. The agonizing pain, he 
remembered had been excruciating and unbearable beyond 
belief. Its primary purpose, up to this time, had been 
as an object of worship. Larry would be bound and tied 
in a severe discipline position, kneeling or lying in 
front of this artificial phallus. This realistic rod 
would be illuminated by a candle and often suspended in 
such a way as to appear erect. Sometimes sticks of 
incenses would burn beside the dildo as if it were a 
alter. Larry would spends hours hypnotized by the 
beauty of the tool, and by the end of the session he 
would be licking and kissing the shaft with devote 
reverence and praying to it for his own sexual release.

Now, however he would be expected to wear the 
discipline dildo for an extended period of time. Slowly 
Larry open the drawer of the nightstand and removed the 
tube of K-Y jelly. Lying on his back, he lubricated the 
veined shaft and the massive head of the dildo. Pulling 
his knees back to his chest he lowered his gooey finger 
to his bottom. Slowly his finger circled his tight 
pucker anal ring, massaging and preparing his hole. 
Picking up some more goo from the dildo he eased his 
finger deep inside his rectum. The finger felt cool and 
relieving to his hot, colonic tunnel. He twisted the 
finger and pumped it in and out several times. His baby 
smooth buttocks squirmed and twitched as a delicious 
feeling of arousal swept through his bowel. He could 
feel his penis start to stiffen. He continued fingering 
his asshole adding a second then a third finger trying 
to stretch and enlarge his nether hole for penetration. 
The glistening dildo descended between his now widely 
spread thighs, he was going to attempt 
to insert the discipline dildo inside himself.

"Need some help?"

His wife had been casually watching her slave as she 
applied her make-up. She rose and took the dildo from 
his hand. Pressing the sticky head of the instrument 
firmly again the mouth of his anus she asked, "Ready?"

Tightly closing his eyes the slave whispered "Yes, I 
hope?," as he anticipating the pain in which he would 
soon be immersed.

His wife waited. She allowed the tension and 
apprehension to build. Her slave began to pant and his 
buttocks began to tighten and flex. With her free hand 
his mistress gently stroked the insides of his thighs 
and then the globes of his bottom wanting him to beg 
for penetration.

"Please, mistress. DO IT! Enter me! Pleaseeee enter 
me!" Larry pleaded.

His mistress mounted her slave and sat sideways on his 
chest. She firmly clamped one hand over his mouth so 
his screams would be muffled. She then rammed the huge 
tool to the hilt up his ass. His body bucked wildly as 
he attempted to scream in pain, but his mistress rode 
him like a bucking wild horse. Slowly his body went 
limp as he obeyed her commands.

"Relax, darling. Don't fight it. Accept it! The pain 
will pass. Relax I say."

She snapped the straps of his chastity belt into their 
locks and rolled of him.

Recovering from the initial pain, Larry looked over at 
his lovely wife. She wore only a lacy powder-blue half-
bra with matching silk panties, a blue garter belt, and 
powder blue stockings. She looked so beautiful that he 
felt completely unworthy of her.

Aroused and excited at subjecting her slave to the 
discipline dildo had induced a desire in Larry's 
wife/mistress for a orgasm. Raising her legs she 
quickly slipped her panties off her hips, up her 
thighs, and off her legs. Tossing the damp panties on 
the floor she demanded.

"Slave, after you have pleased me with your tongue. I 
want you to wear the pleasure harness and service me 
with my dildo."

Trembling with anticipation Larry crawled down the bed 
and knelt between his love-goddess' legs. Tenderly he 
spread her velvet smooth thighs wider and lowered his 
face. He paid homage to this mistress as he serviced 
her vagina with his eager tongue. Soon, he lost himself 
in his wife's pleasure. Her pleasure became his 
passion, as he pushed his tongue deeper and deeper in 
her hot wet pussy. The erotic rhythm of his thrusting 
tongue increased with the tempo of his mistress bucking 
and weaving hips. As she travel closer to her orgasm 
Larry had to pause more frequently to swallow her sweet 
nectar.

"Oh... Oh... Yes... just a little more... oh... so... 
close... yes... oh yes... Now! Now, goddam you! Suck my 
clitty... Tongue, it! Faster now! Yes!!.......... 
Ooooooh......... Yessssssss..."

Larry marvelled again at his wife's beauty and power. 
He loved the way she commanded their love-making. He 
thought about how much he loved serving this goddess.

Still breathing hard Larry's mistress want her cunt 
filled. Pushing his head away from he soaking pussy she 
order. "Enter me now the dildo. Hurry!"

Larry opened the chest at the foot of the bed and 
pulled out the pleasure-harness and his mistress' 
dildo. He had not been allowed to enter his wife with 
his own penis since their first anniversary but instead 
filled her womanly needs by wearing an artificial penis 
in a harness. A penis which pleasure his wife, but 
never himself. Each time he strapped on the harness, it 
reminded him that his own penis was not good enough for 
his wife. He fumbled awkwardly with the straps.

"What's taking you so long, slave. You should be an 
expert at wearing that thing by now. After all, its 
been a whole year since you've been a real man," his 
mistress snapped in annoyance.

His cheeks burned as he pulled the straps around his 
waist and legs and tightened the buckles. After apply a 
little K-Y to the head of the dildo he knelt between 
his wife legs and slowly enter her slick fuck hole.

"Oh, that feels soooo... good," his wife sighed. "Don't 
you wish it could be your penis entering me?"

"Oh god yes, darling. Its been so long since I've been 
inside you with my cock. Can I? Please!"

"You know you can't. Tell your mistress why you can 
never enter her with your own little penis."

There was no response.

"Go on, tell your mistress. You know its good for you 
to say it out loud," she demanded.

"Its because I'm not man enough," Larry spoke softly.

"That's right. Your aren't man enough and you never 
will be. Tell me again."

"I'm..." Larry's voice broke into a sob. "I'm not man 
enough and I never will be man enough."

"Ahhhhg.... Ooooooh... " She exploded into orgasm, a 
deep satisfying vaginal orgasm. Hearing her slave 
grovelling as he pumped the dildo into her cunt had 
pushed over the top to a wonderful climax.

With the artificial phallus still buried deep inside 
his mistress, Larry held her limp body close to his and 
gently stroked her soft skin. His own member was numb 
from the relentless pressure of the leather chastity 
belt and his ass felt as if it were being split in two 
by the discipline dildo buried deep in his bowels. The 
two lovers fell asleep in each others arms, one 
completely satisfied the other desperately wanting 
release.

***

The room was dark when Larry awoke to the gentle 
nudging of his wife.

"Lets get ready for dinner. Your cloths are laid out," 
his wife told him.

The slave's outfit consisted of a matching pink bra and 
garter belt, pink panties adorned with white lace, pink 
stocking, pastel blue slacks, pastel yellow blouse, and 
a pair of white open-toe sandals. He was shocked at 
what she expected him to wear on their anniversary 
night out, but he head learned his less in the truck of 
the car, and would not questions her judgement. She 
knew what was best for him!

His wife slipped into a skin tight leather jump suit 
and red, knee-high spike-heel boots. Her long blond 
hair flowed freely to her slender waist accentuating 
her shapely rear end. Her mascara and make-up 
emphasized her large expressive eyes, which shined with 
a mischievous sparkle. She looked absolutely ravishing!

"You look beautiful, mistress," admired her horny 
slave.

"Thank you, slave. I doubt that you will forget tonight 
for a long time.

Are you read to go?"

"Yes! But what is going to happen tonight?" Larry asked 
with uncertainty in his voice.

"Tonight, I will test you. I will test both your 
submissiveness and your endurance to humiliation. If 
you pass your test, you will experience the delights 
and rapture of a far higher degree of slavery. If you 
fail your test you will no longer be allowed to be my 
slave. I demand a slave who will totally submit, and I 
will accept nothing less than complete subservience 
from a slave."

"I love you, mistress. I won't fail you," Larry spoke 
confidently.

"I'm sure you won't. I know that you are submissive by 
nature, and that the more totally you give yourself to 
me the happier you become."

"I love you for being so understanding, mistress," 
Larry said as he lowered his head.

She reached out and began to squeeze his nipples 
through the material of his blouse. She squeezed them 
rhythmically then with a vice-like grip until he gasped 
in pain. As she pinched, she continued to lovingly 
speak to her slave.

"Yes slave, I do understand you. I understand you 
because I love you. It is because of my love for you 
that I have planned this special evening. Now lets go!"

Arm-in-arm, they walked to her car and drove to a plush 
restaurant. They were seated in a secluded corner. The 
candle light flickered on their crystal place-setting 
as the waitress approached with their cocktails.

As they sipped their drinks Larry's was torn between 
thoughts of desire for his beautiful wife and thoughts 
of pain as his stretched anal opening fought to either 
expel or swallow the discipline dildo buried in his 
ass. He also thought how lucky he was being married to 
such a beautiful woman who understood him so 
completely.

The pain in his body contrasted sharply with the 
tenderness with which his mistress now spoke to him. He 
forgot about the day's sessions of humiliation. He 
forgot that he was in public dressed like a feminine 
whimp and did not notice the strange stares he was 
receiving from the waitress. He almost even put from 
his mind the painful anal discipline he was now 
experiencing.

"Ready to order?" The waitress spoke standing at their 
table looking to Larry's wife for an answer.

"I'll have the prime rib, medium rare. I would like the 
salad, a baked potato, and a glass of red wine."

"Thank you ma'am. And what will your friend have?" the 
waitress asked, still not looking at Larry.

"This pathetic sissy whimp will have a bowl of oatmeal 
and a glass of water.

Believe me, he's not man enough for solid food."

Larry's face burned red with embarrassment, shame and 
humiliation. How could his mistress turn on him like 
this after she had just been so sweet and loving?

For the first time, the waitress looked directly at 
Larry. Intentionally the corners of her mouth lifted 
into an amused sneer. Then she burst into laughter, 
spun on her heels, and left.

"Why did you say those things?" the humiliated slave 
whispered to his mistress after the laughing waitress 
had gone.

"How dare you question your mistress. You shall be 
punished for that outburst. Put your hand on the 
table."

"What?" Larry responded not believing what she had 
ordered.

"Put you hand on the table, palm down," his mistress 
barked staring into his fearful eyes.

"Why?" Larry ask, praying that this was some awful 
dream and his wife was not really going to punish him 
in public.

"Because I said to, put your hand on the table. NOW! Or 
you punishment will be a hundred-fold worse," commanded 
his mistress.

Her tone of voice was harsh and demanding and the 
commands she had give had carried beyond their table. 
Several other couples were discreetly observing the 
scene to see what would happen next.

Obediently, Larry place his hand flat on the white 
table cloth, palm down.

"Now if you don't obey me by doing precisely what I 
say, your punishment will be much worse. Do you 
understand?"

"Yes, mistress," Larry weakly replied.

"Then tell me why you must be punished."

"I must be punished because I questioned my mistress."

"That's right, slave. Now I want you to quitely say 
you're sorry while I punish you, and I don't want you 
to stop saying it until your punishment is over. And I 
want you to say it just loud enough that those people 
pretending not to be watching at the nearby tables can 
hear you. Do you understand?"

Bowing his head Larry responded "Yes, mistress. I 
understand. I love you."

"I know you do, slave. I know you do." As she spoke 
those words she picked up a fork and began pressing the 
prongs into her slaves' skin on the back of his hand.

"I don't hear you, slave," she whispered.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Larry began 
repeating over and over.

His mistress continued pressing the prongs deeper and 
deeper into his skin. A trickle of red blood ran from 
Larry's broken skin. Finally the pain was to intense 
and he whimpered "Please stop now, I'm sorry."

"Say it louder, slave. So all the people here know what 
a pathetic whimp you are."

The pain in his hand was incredible. As he prayed that 
his mistress would stop this public torture and 
humiliation, his penis thickened and stiffened 
straining against its leather cage. With sweat breaking 
out on his forehead Larry pleaded in a louder voice.

"I'm sorry mistress. Please forgive me."

"Now beg in your little girl's voice. Beg for me to 
stop," his wife now taunted.

"Please stop. I'm sorry. Pleassee..." whined the slave 
in his sissy voice.

"Look at the other tables. What are they looking at?" 
questioned his mistress without relieving the pressure 
of the fork.

Through bleary eyes Larry glanced around the candle-lit 
restaurant. People were indeed watching him. They were 
smiling mockingly and whispering to each other. When 
his gaze met their's they would quickly look away.

"Now you're making too much noise!" scolded his wife. 
"You're disturbing the restaurant's other guests. 
They're watching you. Put your thumb in you mouth and 
suck on it!"

Larry gasp in horror.

His wife pushed the fork deeper into his hand and began 
to rock it back and forth.

Excruciating pain shot throughout Larry's body. He 
raised his hand to his mouth and slowly inserted his 
thumb.

His mistress smiled in satisfaction as she watched her 
slave once again submit to her dominance.

"Now pretend you thumb is a penis and suck it. Show all 
these people what a thumb-sucking whore you are."

Obediently the humiliated slave started moving his 
finger in and out of his mouth in slow erotic strokes. 
Tightly closing his eyes he performed this oral act 
before a restaurant full of disbelieving customer. He 
was soon lost in sweet, sexual bliss, performing a 
public blow-job on an imaginary penis, publicly 
humiliating himself out of love and submission to his 
mistress.

"Your dinners."

The waitress' sudden voice startled Larry into reality, 
he opened his eyes and sheepishly withdrew his wet 
finger from his mouth.

"May I get you anything else?" the cute waitress 
inquired looking at Larry with contempt.

"No everything looks fine," responded his wife.

As Larry ate the steaming oatmeal with his spoon, he 
could not help to smell the delicious aroma of his 
wife's prime rib dinner. He inhaled deeply with an 
inner hunger but dared not ask that it be fulfilled.

After dinner as his mistress drove through the city, 
Larry cuddled close beside her in the middle of the 
front seat. The pain of the discipline dildo in his 
bowels had faded into a dull, throbbing body-ache. As 
they drove his mistress allowed him to run his hands up 
and down the skin-tight leather legs of her jump suit. 
He was filled with ecstasy. He felt so fortunate to 
serve such a sexy beautiful woman. He felt a part of 
her, an extension of her body, trained and disciplined 
to serve and pleasure her at her whim.

She pulled into a darkened parking lot. She and her 
slave walked together into a smoke-filled club. She led 
Larry to a table next to the dance floor and seated 
herself across from him. They watched the couples 
dancing.

Larry felt insecure and uncomfortable, he notice two 
men at the bar lustfully eyeing his wife. The two men 
glared at Larry then burst into laughter. One stood up 
and walked up to his mistress and whispered something 
in her ear. She smiled, stood up and took the man's 
hand and went to the dance floor. The music was slow 
and sensual as Larry for the first time watched his 
wife cling to another man.

Larry watched from his table and burned with jealousy 
and humiliation as man after man danced with his wife. 
He watched other men handle and fondle his wife as she 
encourage more. He watched them kiss her on the mouth 
as she opened her lips wider to receive their tongues. 
He watched them kiss her on her neck as she rolled back 
her head to allow them access to her breasts. He 
watched them run their hands up and own her smooth, 
leathered ass as she ground her pelvis tightly into 
their crotch in a slow, sensual, circular motion.

The music stopped. The band was taking a break. His 
wife returned to the table.

"Are you enjoying yourself tonight?" she asked in a 
sarcastic voice.

Larry could not hide his jealousy as he retorted "I can 
tell you are, slut."

SMACK "How dare you talk to your mistress like that," 
she screamed as she slapped him hard across the face. 
"I thought you had learned your lesson in the 
restaurant. Well, apparently you haven't. Get your 
thumb back into your mouth."

"But mistress..."

"Get it into your mouth now and keep it there until I 
say you can take it out."

Slowly Larry raised his hand and inserted his thumb in 
his mouth. It was even more humiliating now because it 
felt as if the whole bar was watching him. People 
sitting nearby snickered as they watched the unfolding 
drama. Soon the whole bar was filled with mocking 
laughter. Larry's wife slipped away from the table and 
left her slave to suffer his shame and humiliation 
alone.

He began to tremble, which brought more laughter. He 
fought back his tears. He was alone, without dignity, 
without pride, without masculinity. He sat alone before 
the crowd, sucking his thumb, wearing feminine cloths, 
split in two by a massive dildo embedded in his ass, as 
tears streamed down his face.

After what seem like an eternity of horror, the band 
returned and began their next set. Couples began to 
fill the dance floor. His wife walked up to the table 
where Larry sat arm-in-arm with another man. She turned 
and french kiss this stranger. Ending their passionate 
kiss, his wife gently squeezed the bulge in the man's 
crotch saying. "Get my coat baby, I'll meet you up 
front."

As the man left his mistress handed Larry the car keys 
saying. "My new friend and I are going to his apartment 
now. You will need to drive yourself home. When you get 
home you may take your thumb from you mouth, strip to 
your chastity belt, stocking and bra, and then lock 
yourself down for the night."

Unable to speak with the thumb in his mouth, Larry was 
only able to moan.

"Tonight when I return home. I shall have been please 
for the first time in a year by an unbroken man. As you 
lie tied in bed waiting for me, I want you to think 
about what he and I will be doing. I want you to 
picture him shoving his big prick in and out of my 
sweet pussy. I want you to imagine the expression on 
his face when I go down on him and suck his big hard 
cock. Try to remember how good it used to feel to you 
when we made love that way."

She turned and joined her male friend at the door and 
let the bar.

Larry quickly rose and also left to drive home alone to 
an empty house. Somberly he striped off his feminine 
cloths and lay down in the bed. First, he tightly 
secured his ankles to the foot of the bed with the silk 
scarf, and the snapped his wrists into the handcuffs 
attached to the end of the dog leash secured to the 
headboard.

His balls ached inside their leather cage. The dildo 
held tight in his anus by the crotch strap of the 
chastity belt needed re-lubricating with K-Y and was 
beginning to rub his ass hole raw. Desperately needing 
his mistress he drifted off to sleep with imagines of 
her being fucking by her new lover.

Larry woke to the opening of the bedroom door and the 
soft, low voice of his wife. She walked across the room 
and sat on the edge of the bed beside her slave.

"Did you have a good rest?"

"No mistress. I've missed you."

She smelled of sex, cigarettes and alcohol. Her muscles 
were relaxed and there was a satisfied dreamy look in 
her eyes.

With one hand she unzipped her jump suit down to her 
crotch, and with the other she stroked and caressed the 
silky material of the stockings encasing her slave's 
legs.

Larry squirmed with pleasure at her touch.

"What does my little slave want?" she cooed 
seductively.

"I want you. I want to please you," Larry gasp out.

She stood, peeled off her jump suit and sat again 
beside her bound slave.

Lightly stroking the slave's femininzed legs she 
continued speaking.

"You want to please me, do you! But I've already been 
pleased. By another man."

"Please, mistress. I need you so bad," Larry began to 
sob and beg.

"Yes, I know you do," she replied as if talking to a 
small helpless child, while rising to stand beside the 
bed. She removed her blue silk panties and held the 
cotton crotch inner lining to her slave's nose.

They were damp and sticky and Larry breathed deeply of 
the strong aromas which he knew could only have been 
produced after an evening of delightful sexual 
pleasure.

"Oooooh!" he moaned.

"Yes, slave, Your mistress knows what you need." She 
touched the wet crotch to her slave's lips.

"Lick, slave. Lick the cum of a man who satisfied me. 
Lick the cum of a man who filled a need in me that you 
can never fill. Lick his cum, slave."

Larry obeyed. He gave his soul, without reservation, to 
both his unfaithful wife and her new lover. No room for 
jealousy remained as lust swept thought over him like a 
wild-fire burning out of control.

Smiling at her triumph, his beautiful, naked mistress 
removed the panties from her bound slave's mouth and 
held them tightly over his nose again so that with each 
breath he inhaled the smell of her cunt mingled with 
the musky aroma of another man's sex. As Larry 
shuddered and shook his mistress declared.

"Yes my little slut, I know what you need."

She then mounted her slave and pressed her wet, hot 
vagina to his mouth, letting him suck her lover's slimy 
cum from her steaming cunt.

Wave's of pleasure swept through her body as she bucked 
her hips in repeated orgasms. Each climax opened and 
closed her fuck hole and allowed another trickle of her 
lover's thick cream to find its way into her slave's 
mouth.

Larry's tongue worked in frenzy as he licked the walls 
of his wife pussy. His face was drenched but he 
franticly slurped down the bitter-sweet mixture of his 
wife's love-juices and her lover's sperm. The horny 
slave kept his face buried deep in his beloved 
mistress' crotch trying no to miss a single drop of 
what she was giving him.

"Oh, yes, baby. That's it! Move your tongue faster. Go 
deeper. Yes! Harder. Harder! Don't stop now. Don't you 
dare stop! Tongue my pussy, slut. Yes... Faster! Oh... 
Oh... Ooooooh... Aaaaahg..."

His mistress slumped over as her body shivered and 
shook with yet another orgasm. Gradually her breathing 
slowed and she slipped down beside her slave and 
cradled his head against her damp naked bosom. She lay 
there contented and relaxed, emotionally and physically 
she had been satisfied.

Her soft breasts felt cool and soothing to Larry's 
flushed and burning cheek. He was afraid to move. 
Afraid to disturb or displease his wife. Afraid that 
any hope of finding his own sexual release would be 
frustrated if made his mistress angry.

Twenty minutes passes. She shifted her weight. Opening 
her eye's, his mistress asked Larry. "Did you enjoy our 
second anniversary, darling."

"I didn't get to cum. I need to cum so badly," Larry 
started to cry and press his face to her breasts.

"And how does my slave need to cum?"

"I need to be entered," her slave sobbed.

Dreamily she rolled away from her slave and freed him 
of his handcuffs and ankle restraints.

"The get me the love-harness, little one."

Obediently Larry rushed to the toy-chest and pulled out 
her leather harness and the dildo she used to fuck his 
ass with. His hands trembled, he was finally going to 
be allowed to have an orgasm. He felt his own penis 
straining against the restraining leather of his 
chastity belt.

Standing beside the bed his mistress snapped with 
impatience "Well, what are you waiting for? Don't you 
want to cum?"

Rushing to his wife Larry quickly fell to his knees 
declaring. "Oh yes, mistress. I do want to cum. I need 
to cum. I need you to enter me."

As he spoke Larry hastened to attach the belt around 
his wife shapely hips, then gently pulled the strap 
between her slender thighs an fastened it in the front. 
The dildo now jutted from her crotch and looked to 
Larry like an real penis. He kiss it's mushroom shaped 
head then knelt on the bed with his ass high, his legs 
spread widely apart and his face buried deep in a 
pillow. He ached to forget the humiliation of this day 
and release his tortured soul to his mistress in 
orgasm.

Smiling at her slave's eagerness for anal intercourse 
pleased Larry's wife but she wanted to see him suffer a 
little more. Scraping her nails across the fading welts 
on his buttocks she announced.

"No doggie style fucking tonight, I want you on your 
back slave. You will be entered like a woman in the 
missionary position. But first you must be restrained."

Silently Larry turned over and offered no resistance as 
his mistress tied each wrist with scarfs to the 
opposite corner-posts of the headrest of the bed. He 
pulled his knees back toward his chest anxious to be 
fucked. His mistress giggled as she bent his legs 
further back and secured each ankle to his outstretched 
wrists.

The helpless slave was now severely bent at the waist, 
his leather encased crotch directly above his face and 
his grotesquely stretched anus, still holding the 
oversize discipline dildo which now was pointed at the 
ceiling.

Taking the key she unlocked each of the straps and 
tugged the chastity belt from her slave, leaving the 
dildo inside his ass.

"Ooooh!" moaned the slave in relief as the leather 
prison slipped from his aching, tight balls and erect 
cock. The dildo began easing itself from his body.

"If you let the disciple dildo slip from you ass before 
I take it out of you, you won't know what its like to 
cum again in your life time, slut," declared his 
mistress.

Larry's buttocks tighten instantly, his anal muscles 
griping and straining to hold the dildo inside his 
bowels. His bluish-red cock throbbed just a few inches 
from his mouth. The swollen purple head oozed with 
clear pre-cum which dripped like long, transparent 
threads onto his face.

His mistress was delighted when he strained his neck to 
try and stroke the tip of his own cock with his tongue. 
Pulling the deeply encased dildo from his stretched and 
tortured colonic tunnel she pressed the smelly stained 
dildo to his lips.

"Suck on this, slut!" she laughed sarcastically.

The slave eagerly licked and sucked as his wife slowly 
fucked his mouth. When it was clean and shinning with 
saliva she abruptly stopped and set the hard penis 
shaped phallus aside.

Larry excitement grew as his wife knelt on her knees at 
this ass. He strained his neck to see her and shivered 
with anticipation as his gazed fixed on the life-like 
cock standing proudly upward from her crotch. He felt 
the tip of the dildo lightly touch his anus. He tremble 
as she applied K-Y and slowly caressed his loose 
sphincter muscle with the slimy head of the realistic 
penis.

"What does my slut/slave need." She loved to hear her 
slave beg for his humiliation. I seemed the more she 
dominated him, the more she enjoyed exercising her 
power and control.

"I need to be entered," Larry responded with 
desperation.

She slid the tip of the tool into his anus just enough 
to open the muscle and hint at the pleasures to come.

"Tell me about how much you enjoyed and needed this 
day. Start with this morning and tell me everything."

Larry obeyed. He told how much he enjoyed getting up 
early and dressing in his maid uniform. He thanked his 
mistress for the list of chores. He explained how much 
he enjoyed serving her and how he had learned why it 
was important to be humiliated in public to be a better 
slave.

As he talked, his mistress eased the dildo in and out 
of his anus in a slow controlled fuck. Carefully 
watching his bodily responses so that he would not 
climax before she wanted him to, she kept him on the 
verge of orgasm in a continually aroused state as he 
thanked her for the events of the day.

When he began recounting the details of their dinner 
out and dancing, she had to almost stop moving the 
dildo altogether in order to keep him from cuming. 
After he finished thanking her for their date and all 
the events that followed, she told him to put his thumb 
in his mouth.

"Put you thumb in your mouth slut and think about your 
humiliation. Picture yourself again in the restaurant 
and the club. Picture your shame and humiliation as all 
those people were laughing at you for being such a 
sissy whimp."

As Larry sucked on his thumb remembering those events, 
his mistress continued pumping the plastic shaft in and 
out of his rectum with measured precision, controlling 
his degree of arousal so that the length of the fuck 
would be prolonged.

"Now picture your wife being fucked by another man. By 
a real man. By a man who can fill her desires and needs 
with his warm hard cock."

Larry moaned deeply and sucked desperately on his thumb 
as his mind exploded with the imagines of what his wife 
words.

"You are a slave, not a man. Your role is to serve me. 
Tell me now what you are."

With his thumb still in his mouth Larry began mumbling 
over and over, "I'm a slave... not a man. I'm a 
slave... not a man."

Larry's mistress began long, steady strokes and did not 
stop this time when her slave approached his climax. He 
began to shaking with pre-climax tremors.

"Now pretend your thumb is my lover's penis. Show me 
how you would give pleasure to my lover. Show me what a 
good cock-sucker you could be."

Larry's ecstasy mounted with each of his wife's pelvic 
thrusts. She was driving each stroke as deep as 
possible. The words of self-humiliations still poured 
from his lips as he fantasized pleasuring his wife's 
lover. IT TOOK PAIN AND HUMILIATION TO BRING THIS 
SPECIAL JOY?. Now, his reward was so indescribably 
beautiful! WHAT EUPHORIC AND INTOXICATING EMOTIONS!

Tears of intense pleasure and love for his mistress ran 
down his burning cheeks as a deep calm came over his 
trembling body. Then suddenly, the calm was replaced by 
a mind-shattering orgasm which ripped thorough his 
body. It was the most intense he had every experienced.

His mistress grabbed his pulsing cock and pointed it a 
his mouth and with steady pressure, pushed his legs and 
buttocks forward and down until the entire head of his 
penis was inside his mouth. Glob after glob of cum 
spurted from his cock directly into his mouth. The 
delirious slave swallowed every drop and tried to suck 
out more of his own precious seed.

After Larry had sucked and slurped the last drop of 
sperm from his shrunken member, his mistress pulled the 
dildo out of her slave and untied him. Pulling his head 
down to her crotch she inserted the dildo she still 
wore into his mouth and cradled her exhausted slave's 
head. He fell asleep, dildo between his lips, warm and 
safe in his mistress' arms.

END

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