Female Led Relationships

I was helpless. I couldn’t reject Moira by refusing to suckle her breasts. I
needed her. I could see Moira’s painted thumb and finger-nails holding on to
Lars’s knob. The seconds passed, and I couldn’t stop sucking Moira. She
brought her lover’s cock right up to my mouth. Then it was thrusting aside
her breast and I found myself tonguing an erect phallus. Moira shifted her
position slightly and held my head in her hands. My lips found that a thick,
fat cock, slickened by my own saliva, was thrusting backwards and forwards
through them. “Good boy” Moira encouraged me. Lars began to enjoy himself.
His thrusts got deeper, until his knob was penetrating the top of my throat
each time he pushed hard. I was in a daze, but when Moira reminded me to
suck and lick her lover’s cock, I did so.

Before I knew what was happening he seemed to be getting ready to cum. His
thrusts were bringing his balls to my lips now. Moira held my head firmly.
Then Lars cried out: “Yes, Moira, yes. Hold him, I’m going to do him!”
Three more hard, quick thrusts, and then Lars held his cock in position. My
jaw muscles were aching with being forced open so long, but I thrilled as
his powerful phallus began to quiver in my mouth. His knob was blocking my
throat and I could hardly breathe, but dimly I was aware he was cumming. At
first I felt nothing, but when after a minute he withdrew, the salty, musky
taste of cum was on my tongue. He had indeed mouth fucked me. Moira released
my head and turned me around to look into my eyes. I had been filled with
another man’s cum for her. Gently she kissed me on the lips, her tongue
snaking out and savouring a real man’s juices. I noticed her nipples were
rock hard as she joined her tongue to mine, both of us tasting Lars’s semen
together.

When she broke off there was a look of triumph in her eyes. I was rewarded
for my obedience to her desires by having my girdle removed at last. Moira
explained that this would be a rare treat for me, but that in the
circumstances she was sure Lars wouldn’t mind(!). I was given Moira’s
panties and told to put them in my mouth and suck on them. Then I was
ordered to masturbate in front of both Moira and Lars. This I did, shooting
a huge load of pent up spunk into my hand. I had wanted to use a pair of
Moira’s knickers to wank into but was denied that pleasure. Inevitably my
liquid dripped off my hand, so Moira ordered me to rub it into my body, and
then take a shower, before getting back into a clean girdle!

For the remainder of that night I slept on the floor by Moira and Lars’s
bed. Lars tied up my hands again “to stop me wanking in the night”. This
was just as well, because in the morning when I awoke it was to the noises
of Lars in rut again, shafting Moira hard and long. I could do nothing
but lay there, listen, and imagine this man making my wife cum on his cock.
I no longer even dreamt for a moment of trying to make him stop. He had
fucked my mouth after all, ejaculated his manly sperm down my throat, and I
probably even still had his spunk in my stomach! I was as much his as Moira
was. When he eventually left to go back to his own room I was almost sad to
see Moira’s lover leave us. She was in such a good mood after being
satisfied by him, and she allowed me to have my wrists freed, and to snuggle
up in bed with her for an hour before a very late breakfast. Of course the
girdle stayed where it was, but Moira rubbed my little prick through the
tight, elasticated garment a bit, and I felt I was in heaven! I had been
required to prove my love to this woman, and I had done it. In the future
she could do what she liked with me, and I knew I’d enjoy it. What could
England bring after this? What would we tell our friends we did on our
honeymoon? I snuggled up to Moira’s warm breasts and dreamed of a long life
of slavery.

“That’s better,” she told me. Then she came over to me, and knelt beside me.
Gently she pushed her breast to my mouth. “Suck me” I was told. “Put your
arms around me. Hold me, and suckle my breast.” Hardly conscious of what I
was doing, yet knowing that with every moment that passed I was making
myself more dependent upon her, I obeyed. My arms went around Moira’s
shoulders, and she slid me on to my back like a baby so that she could feed
me her tit. Taking my weight on her thighs, she allowed me to suckle through
her bra. Then she slipped the nipple from under the material and pushed it
into my mouth. For a good five minutes I suckled gently. Gradually I came
round a bit. I still felt confused, but now instead of being frightened I
began to experience a sense of being comforted and cared for. A huge weight
seemed to ease from my mind. Moira did love me.

When, with her free hand, Moira began gently to stimulate my crotch, I
relaxed even more. There was no chance of cuming unless she removed the
girdle from me of course, but once again lust began to violate my senses.
All this time Lars had remained standing next to Moira. Now she sat me up
again, and reached for Lars’s penis. I was made to face Moira, who was now
sitting cross-legged, on my knees, with Lars standing almost over us.
Once more Moira made me lean forward and take her gorgeous, round, feminine
breast between my lips, this time through her bra again. After only twenty
seconds or so Moira reached out with one hand and grasped Lars’s limp cock.
I watched open-eyed as she manipulated his foreskin back and forth only
inches away from me. Gradually his manhood began to expand afresh. Before
his shaft could rear up too far, Moira took her free hand and held my head
to it’s nipple sucking task. Then with her other hand still on Lars she
guided his knob towards me. Slowly she rubbed his penis up and down on the
smooth material of her bra, first on the breast further from me, then
transferring his expanding shaft to the same globe I was suckling. Now his
knob was only an inch from my lips, indenting the same bra cup I was sucking.

“Remember,” Moira told me. “Lars wasn’t lying. We don’t want you to do
anything you don’t want to. But I love you, and I want you to suck Lars’s
cock to show me how much you love me! It’ll be an incredibly erotic sight
for me if you do it. I want to see you suck Lars for me. But I want you to
want to do it darling. It’s really quite enjoyable. Believe me, I’ve tried
it. I’m going to put Lars’s cock in your mouth now, so if you keep sucking
my tit that means you agree to sucking his cock, OK?”

On the edge of consciousness I heard Moira say: “Leave him alone Lars. You
promised me you wouldn’t hurt him.”

“I’m not hurting you little pansy, am I now?” Lars cooed at me. “Don’t
worry, I’m not a homosexual, and I’m not going to rape you, but you have to
show me you accept my right to shaft your wife any time I like. You know,
dominant male, that sort of thing. No…. maybe you don’t, but you’re going
to learn quick!”

With that Lars got close to me again. His prick had cooled to about half
it’s previous maximum size by now. It was dangling loosely in front of what
women would no doubt refer to as his “well hung” testicles. With horror it
dawned on me that having collapsed on to my knees, my mouth was now within
about two inches of his knob. “Suck me,” Lars commanded. “Take my knob in
your pretty little mouth and suck me. It’s your responsibility as Moira’s
husband you know! You really should see to it that you keep her lover’s cock
nice and big for her. Lick my penis, anwhen it’s hard again we’ll see what
Moira wants me to do with it, shall we?”

I started shaking. My nerves had gone completely. “Careful Lars”, Moira
said quietly.

“Look little man,” Lars responded, “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not
going to force you to do anything you don’t want to. Look, I’ll even let you
go if you want.” With that he reached forward and, with a sharp tug, undid
the belt buckle imprisoning my wrists. I was free!

“Thank you Lars”, Moira congratulated her man. She stood up now and, after
rummaging in a drawer for a moment, pulled on a pair of lacy red french
knickers and matching bra. I hardly dared look at her anymore. I felt as if
I’d lost the right even to ogle my wife’s body. “You’re still my husband,” I
heard her say. “Look at me!” I looked. Tears were in my eyes but I was too
emotionally used up to cry. “Tell me you love me” she commanded. I obeyed,
in a high-pitched, squeaky voice I didn’t recognise as mine. “Again!”

“I love you Moira,” I managed. “I’ll always love you, and adore you, and
need you.”

Somewhere deep inside of me a very small part of my ego was still alive and
wanted to fight for Moira, but mainly I felt crushed and defeated. Lars had
fucked Moira, but Moira had fucked my mind, my soul. She had shown me that
she could do anything she wanted to me, humiliate me in any way she liked,
rob me of my manhood, and yet _still_ I would love her, depend upon her,
crawl to her. I felt almost as if Moira had tricked me into allowing her to
cut my balls off, yet somehow I was proud of her for doing that to me. What
a woman, what a goddess! I had sold my soul to her and I was glad about it.
I only wanted to discover more of life with this wonderful woman. What else
could she possibly dream up for our marriage? Whatever it might be I was
going to give it a chance!

I was (quite literally) in a state of shock. I had just been forced to
witness my bride being taken by her virile, latin lover. Lars had
finished with her for now. Lazily and full of manly confidence he withdrew
his still huge and well lubricated cock from up my wife. I watched intently,
noting every thick globule of spunk on his shiny knob as it reappeared from
within Moira’s shapely body. When he stood up, leaving Moira prone on our
honeymoon bed, his member bounced in the air before him, still about
three-quarters erect, and enjoying the freedom which my own pathetic willy
was denied, being held tightly confined inside the new, over-small sized
panti-girdle my wife had made me buy earlier that day. I had a sudden
horrible thought that maybe the girdle had been Lars’s idea, and probably
the belt too, which held my wrists together before me. I was trussed like a
turkey, and almost felt like I’d been slaughtered. Every muscle in my body
felt rigid with shock. I felt light-headed, almost as if I might faint at
any moment.

Moira moaned quietly in a satisfied, exhausted tone. The noise drew my eyes
from Lars’s phallus back to the body of this woman who was legally
mine, but whose slave it was clear I had become. She was laying on her back
with her superb, perfectly smooth thighs spread wantonly apart. As I watched
she shifted a little, and a thread of her man’s cum slowly slid from inside
her and began to slither down her cunt lips on to the bed. Lars’s eyes had
followed mine and he guffawed loudly. Then, for the first time, he spoke to
me rather than Moira. “Looks like you’ve been well and truly put in your
place, doesn’t it?” he smirked at me. “I’ve always wanted to have another
man’s bride, and now I’ve done it. I don’t know why women bother marrying
pansy wimps like you. Must be for the money or the security I suppose. Well
she’ll never be satisfied with your little prick again now you know. I’ve
shown her what it’s really like to be taken by a man. She won’t want your
pathetic efforts any more!”

I didn’t dare say a word. Lars looked broad-chested, strong and muscular. I
had my wrists tied together. He had just fucked my wife in front of me and
I’d done nothing. I wasn’t about to do anything rash now. It was still a
shock though when this potent, nude male walked over to me, lifted me out of
my chair, held me to him, and kissed me full on the lips. I struggled to
escape but resistance was hopeless. One arm was all it took Lars to hold me
in his iron embrace. I felt nothing as his lips fastened on mine, neither
stimulation nor repugnance…. only sheer fright! In a second his free hand
was on the crotch of my Berlei panti-girdle, his strong fingers reaching
between my legs, following the slim form of my ensheathed penis. He rubbed
my encased knob vigorously for a few seconds, and then let me go. I fell to
my knees. My world was collapsing.

About midnight I got a shock. A key rattled in the hotel room door. I hadn’t
expected Moira back so soon! My panti-girdle and belt were still firmly in
place, so that was OK. I hoped Moira was OK. She was. And so was Lars.
She had invited him back to our room – I couldn’t believe it. Shamed by my
bonds I tried to hide my hands, but Moira already had the light on and was
introducing me! “This is my husband,” she explained. “You said you wanted to
meet him Lars… well here he is, trussed up and ready like you said!” I
felt a wave of cold shock come over me, and collapsed to my knees, my bound
arms sticking out helplessly in front of me. “Stand up darling,” I heard my
wife‘s voice floating somewhere. “Don’t worry. Lars won’t hurt you. I made
him promise. And I want to take your trousers off so we can see your girdle.”

With that Moira hauled me to my feet, loosened the belt in my trousers,
pulled down the zip of my fly, and let my trousers fall to the floor. Of
course the panti-girdle was still there, making me look like a pansy. I
couldn’t believe my nice, normal, middle-class Moira was doing this to me.
“Now sit in the chair darling” she continued. “Lars wants to fuck me on our
bridal bed, and he wants you to watch”. I struggled to obey, and saw Moira
fall on the bed with ‘Lars’. Quickly he was at her, one hand manipulating a
gorgeous breast through her blouse and bra, whilst the other held her head
to his as he tongue kissed her. Having got things under way ‘Lars’ then
appeared to want to take things slowly. Before my very eyes my wife’s
clothing was removed, ever so slowly, item by item, until she was naked
before him. First her thin, almost transparent blouse went, then her tight,
short skirt was unzipped from the side and allowed to fall. Moira was
wearing a suspender belt and very expensive, sheer stockings. Her panties
stayed on for a while as this hunk of a latin male rubbed two powerful
fingers over Moira’s crotch. She allowed him to masturbate her. His lips
sucked her tits through the shiny material of her bra, making her nipples
stand out. Moira’s hips ground backwards and forwards on his hand as her
eager mouth sort his.

Next her panty-briefs were removed, and Lars turned sideways on the bed for
a few minutes to give my wife a good tonguing between her legs. I could only
watch in horror as she ground her cunt into his face. Then came the
stockings and suspender belt. The stockings were flung in my direction, and
I manouvered them to my face, smelling Moira’s female scents as her more
virile lover continued to prepare her to receive his liquid. Finally Moira’s
brassiere was removed, leaving my wife stark naked before the still fully
clothed Lars. Now Moira sat up a bit, and unzipped the man’s fly. I
followed her every movement as her hand went inside his trousers and pulled
out that gigantic cock. I could see his balls now, huge and round,
protruding from his clothing. Moira bent her face to his cock and proceeded
to suck him into her mouth, at least as best she could. Her pink lipsticked
lips worked themselves up and down his bulbous knob, as well as as much of
his massive shaft as she could manage.

I wanted to cum desperately, but could do nothing, except watch, fascinated.
In a few more minutes Lars was nude also, and I knew I was about to watch
my wife get well and truly fucked by another man’s cock. Lars’s huge tool
protruded like a flag-pole from his body. I couldn’t help but stare at it’s
length and thickness, calculating it to be at least twice the size of mine.
I began to feel really seriously inadequate. No wonder Moira preferred other
men. Perhaps I couldn’t really blame her for going to real men for sex. How
could I even dream of filling her up properly after she’d been stretched
open by a monster cock like that? I felt that if I were a woman, I’d
probably want a proper man’s cock too!

Moira now grabbed her new man’s penis and guided it to her lips again. Her
beautifully painted, sexy, feminine lips curled around his knob. Then she
was licking it, up and down, up and down, whilst gently manipulating her
lover’s balls in her hand. Next those balls disappeared into Moira’s mouth,
one after the other, as she sucked hard on her male’s scrotal sac. Lars was
in ecstacy, groaning wildly as Moira’s tongue played with his testicles.
After a few minutes of this, during which – to my amazement – Lars’s
cock seemed to lengthen and fill out yet another inch, Moira lay down on the
bed, opened her legs, and guided her man into her body. I watched paralysed
with lust as the gigantic male member nudged open my wife’s cunt, and then
began to disappear from sight inside her. Suddenly Lars seemed to lose
control. He began to rut like a desperate animal, thrusting his weapon again
and again up Moira’s slippery hole. Faster and faster he fucked her. Moira
looked elated. “Yes, yes. Do it to me. Fuck me. Make me cum. Spunk me Lars,
I want you,” she moaned. Within seconds Lars was doing as invited and
ejaculating his spunk into my wife. He really shoved hard at Moira as he
came, holding her shoulders down on the bed as he delivered his load into
her, her tits wobbling and rippling with each male orgasmic thrust. In a way
it was a beautiful sight, but I was an emotional wreck, and I could feel my
own little cock trying and failing to grow beyond about three or four inches
inside the imprisoning panti-girdle.

The rest of the day proceeded relatively normally, but when evening
approached, I was informed that my wife had a dinner date with Lars,
and that I was not invited, though “if I behaved myself, one day I might
be!” A pang of jealously ran through me, but then the thought occured to me
that with Moira out of the room, I could at least wank myself off if I
wanted to. I could always put the panti-girdle back on afterwards, I told
myself, and Moira wouldn’t know anything about it. Unfortunately Moira
seemed to have the same thought. After a snack and being ordered to relieve
myself, Moira left for her date with Lars, having first got my
agreement to my wrists being manacled in front of me with my own thin
leather belt. It was quite comfortable, except that I had to flex my wrists
every few minutes to keep the blood flowing to my hands and avoid a bad case
of pins and needles. Although my hands were tied at my front, my prick was
firmly folded away behind me, and I found I couldn’t stimulate it at all, no
matter how hard I stretched my fingers! She had done it! I was in a crude
form of chastity belt. It was 100% effective, and I was entirely dependent
upon my wife for my release. I supposed that in an emergency I might be able
to work the leather over a knife, but if I cut the belt Moira would discover
my crime. I was caught.

As the hours passed I could not help but imagine Moira’s romantic evening.
Sometimes as I grew excited visualising Lars’s renewed seduction of my
wife I felt I was almost cuming, but it was impossible. The panti-girdle
held my cock under lock and key, and a pathetic semi-erection was the best I
could manage. I could rub my frustrated knob through the girdle on the edge
of a table or other object, but I couldn’t get enough friction to really
pleasure myself. I had felt sorry for myself having to wank into my wife’s
knickers on my own honeymoon to gain relief; now I couldn’t even do that!
Lars would be shafting Moira before long I knew, pumping as much spunk
into another man’s wife as he cared to, making her orgasm again and again on
his massive latin cock, whilst I couldn’t even give myself a hand-job any
more. For a short time I cried, but I felt I loved Moira more than ever, and
she had hinted that she’d give me some sexual relief at some stage, hadn’t she?

After a late breakfast we were on our way to the local resort shopping
centre. “The shops aren’t brilliant darling,” Moira pouted at me, “but I’m
pretty sure they’ll have what I’ve got in mind to begin your training”. I’d
been too busy enjoying looking at Moira’s carefully made up lips to
concentrate much on what she was saying, but that word “training” grabbed my
attention. “Just walk one step behind me, and don’t speak unless spoken to,
unless it’s really necessary”. I heard her words, but I could hardly believe
she was talking to me like this, and in public! Part of me felt angry, but
her treatment of me seemed to be making my cock stir again, so I just
nodded obediently.

Before long we arrived at a women’s “lingerie and bridal accessories” shop.
After a brief study of the shop’s windows Moira led me inside. I enjoy
looking at women’s underwear as much as any red-blooded male, and my eyes
drank in the mannequins in their tight, stretchy panties and under-wired
brassieres. Most had wigs and had even had the faces made up. They really
looked quite fetching. While my eyes wandered over to a tall, slim tailor’s
dummy with long legs and rather large breasts, decked out in sheer black
stockings, black satin knickers, and a beautiful lacy basque, Moira
attracted a sales’ assistant. “I’m interested in a standard, firm-control
panti-girdle,” I heard her say. “I want something that’s a fairly full
design, but in a small size, perhaps a 26/28 inch waist?” The sales’ girl
promptly disappeared under the counter and returned a few seconds later with
several packages.

“This is the Berlei, Madame,” she explained. “It has an extra firm control
panel at the front. 79% nylon polymide, 21% elastane, available in black or
white only.” I was inwardly cringing. Moira meant me to control by male
appendage by crushing it, it seemed! Still, I liked the black.

“The white’ll do fine,” Moira decided. “I’ll take two, one in a 26 inch, one
in a 28.” I kept quiet, not daring to express an opinion. Moira told me to
pay, and within half an hour we were back at the hotel.

“Well done,” my wife congratulated me when we were back in our room. “You
didn’t protest, which is just as well mind you, because I was going to tell
the sales’ assistant who the panti-girdles were for if you had!” In no time
she had me trying on the girdles over my cotton briefs. When I’d got one on,
after somewhat of a struggle with the tight, constricting garment, to my
surprise Moira put her slim hand down the back of my girdle, reached between
my legs, grabbed my crushed but semi-erect penis, and pulled it hard
backwards, so that my knob was practically sticking up my own bum. Then she
pulled the girdle up my legs another inch. My balls seemed to have almost
disappeared inside my body. The effect was a little uncomfortable until my
semi-erection wore off, but from the front my hips now looked quite feminine.

“You’ll wear one of these girdles from now on” I was informed. “I don’t
think you’ll be chatting up many other women while you’ve got a panti-girdle
on underneath your trousers, will you darling? And I don’t expect you’ll be
getting any silly ideas about challenging any of my men friends to a fight
or anything silly either, will you? When you go to the bathroom you’ll have
to use a cubicle, and remember, I’ll be checking all the time to make sure
that nice, tight, firm-control panel is still in place helping you keep
yourself under control, so no cheating, or I’ll never make love to you
again, OK? Eventually you can buy yourself a whole range of corsetry
perhaps, but this will do for now. Wear one in bed as well, whether I’m
there or not. It’ll help you resist being naughty and touching yourself up.
My little husband must keep all his pent up spunk in his balls for his wife,
mustn’t he darling?” she concluded as she kissed me fully on the lips,
deeply and sensously. My cock hardly stirred so constricted was it, though I
still felt a rush of lust for Moira’s body.