Female Led Relationships

Illness has kept me away from this site. I do plan to continue to update it. My special thanks to anyone who has contributed. If you wrote to me and did not get a reply your email may have been lost while I was hospitalized.

We had a lovely “vanilla” night on Tuesday when our friends Kelly and Simon came round for a meal. At one point when Angelina asked me to pour her some wine I answered “Yes Miss”, but luckily no one noticed. I was however nervous that Angelina might at some point accidentally refer to me as Chastityboy which wouldn’t be quite so easy to disguise or explain but luckily I needn’ have worried.
We were both knackered after they had left, but before I could jump into bed Angelina handed me my collar.
“Just in case you’d forgotten,” she said with a wink.
I have to admit, having spent the night as Paul I had, but dutifully fixed it round my neck.

Last night I got home early with a plan. I’d read on an excellent Yahoo group that some guys are able to escape the CB3000 and I thought I’d have a little experiment. There was no way I could pull it forward from the front with the Points Of Intrigue there but I tried to push my balls back through the cuff. With quite a bit of pressure my left testicle popped through and I was hit with some major pain between my legs. It felt as if my ball was going to explode and I had a deep, dull ache in the bottom of my stomach (any guy who’s ever been kicked in the balls will confirm this HURTS LIKE HELL!!!). I paused for a couple of minutes and started to try and push my right testicle through the cuff. The more I pushed the more it hurt and in dawned on me that there was no way it was going to pass through and join the other one…and even if it did how was I going to get it back on? At that moment I heard the front door and reaised Angelina was home. Quickly glancing at the clock I realised I’d spent nearly an hour on my futile escape attempt. I jumped up, suddenly remembering the dull ache in my balls, pulling my boxers and trousers back on, and went into the lounge.

Angelina glared at me and I panicked – how the hell did she know what I’d been up to?!? It turned out she didn’t, but there I was fully clothed minus my collar! She marched me back into the bedroom and ordered me to strip and then secured the collar around my neck.
“Wait here,” she said curtly and left the room, coming back in with the spatula from the kitchen.
“Please, not that again,” I pleaded, covering my crotch with my hands.
“Lie on the bed and take your hands away,” she ordered, before sitting on the bed.
“What the hell has gone on here?” she demanded, immediately noticing my left ball absent from the cuff.
“That’s what I was trying to tell you,” I lied, “It must have slipped out when I was at work.”
“Slipped out?” she asked raising an eyebrow. “Are you sure it didn’t have any help?”
“No, I was in the office and I felt it move.” I figured I had nothing to lose. Thank god she doesn’t know about this blog!!!
“Well we best put you in a smaller cuff hadn’t we?” she replied.
She went over to the chest of drawers and got our handcuffs out of her knicker draw. She ran the lead from my collar down my back (and boy that steel is cold) and attached the handcuffs to the end. Ordering me to put my hands behind my back she snapped the cuffs into place before again leaving the bedroom.
She came back in with her purse, opened the small pocket at the back and brought out the keys to my padlocked CB3000. Sitting on the bed she reached out and unlocked me from my cage.
“Ergh, what a smell little willy!” she exclaimed, “Follow me.”
She took me into the bathroom and ran the basin full of water. Getting a sponge she lathered it up and then lathered it around my cock and balls. God it felt good – the first attention it had received since New Years Eve. Not surprisingly it sprang into life.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Angelina asked looking up at me and staring me in the eye.
“I’m sorry, Miss. I can’t stop it.”
“Well I can,” she replied, pouring a glass of cold water and throwing over my growing cock. Another glass followed it and an erection was “thankfully” (sic) diverted.
She lathered up my cock again and got a disposable razor and shaved the base of my cock and my balls. Of course a cnother couple of glasses of cold water were needed, before Miss A dried me off. She gave the CB3000 parts a quick was, dried them off and lead me back into the bedroom.
She got the box with the spare CB parts out and got the next cuff size down out (the middle size). Pulling my cock and balls out from my body she used her other hand to fit in, snapping it shut. Poking my cock into the main part of the unitshe used her index finger to stuff my cock as far down into it’s cage as it would go. The POI and the main pin were added and the padlock snapped back into place. I was surprised how tight the cuff was on me, when you see the cuffs together they hardly look any different, but now my balls bulged out even more than they had before.
I was sent to make dinner whilst Miss A went for a bath. After dinner she suddenly remembered I hadn’t had my punishment so the spatula was brought out again and I received six stinging stroked to my poor, exposed balls. The rest of my evening was spent tiding the bathroom (“Especially all that water you’ve got all over the floor!”) and then a basket full of ironing, whilst Miss A settled in front of the TV with a bottle of wine.

I woke up in the night (nothing new there then) with an intense pain in my genitals. It felt like I was being pinched either side of my cock. I went to the loo and the pain seemed to subside, but after I’d been back in bed for a few minutes it returned. I looked over at Miss A sleeping and knew I couldn’t wake her. God she looks more beautiful the more I look at her. I couldn’t believe my luck in being able to lie next to such a sleeping beauty. I vowed to myself I wouldn’t let her down again, and do everything exactly as she told me.

I woken in the morning I was rather alarmed to see my balls had swollen up and the pinching feeling a actually starting to burn. I told Miss A and was meant with “Oh well, you’ll get use to it.” Charming!

I’ve always been a rather arrogant and proud person but I was now exploring a new side of me. I was no longer the male peacock preening and strutting. I was learning something about being more caring and thoughtful…no longer putting myself first, but rather this beautiful and divine woman.

I am a 29 year old male. Recently, I was house sitting for my aunt and uncle. My cousin, a female of 19 also resides there and was home the whole weekend. During the day on Saturday, she had some hot friends over, 4 of them. Two were 19 years old and two were 20 years old.

The girls were a little sassy and I got smart with two of them, even calling them bitches. They seemed to get a little pissed but also were playful when they said that if I kept fucking with them, I would see what real bitches they can be. My cousin had always been a bad girl and hung out with a bad girl crowd. These girls were definitely not your typical girls next door. They had tattoos, one of them this day was wearing black leather boots with laces. I wasn’t scared of them or anything. They were just young girls. I am a grown man.

After our heated exchange I left them to go to my room and cool off. A good hour passed. I heard them moving around, doing some things but I didn’t care. I came back out into the family room and they were all sitting down. One of the girls got smart and the others followed suit so I started flapping insults again.

Well, I kept agging them on and one of them uncrossed her legs, rose, walked up to me and slapped me right across the face! Hard!!! It left a handprint too!!! I hadn’t had a slap sting like that in a long time. The girl whose palm I just tasted, Karley, stared back at me with a devilish smirk. My cousin and her friends laughed, I felt humiliated but being the masochist I am, I wanted to see if this would take me somewhere.

They had all got up from the couch and chairs. They were gathered around me now, closing in. I told Karley that she wouldn’t do that again and I would defend myself against another one. Karley said then maybe we will just have to get you down, tie you up and take turns. I said I might like that. The look on their faces after I said this was of pleasant surprise but also they figured I kind of gave them permission. Another girl, the one with the kinky boots on, said, “Well in that case,” and kicked me in the stomach with her big boots. I went down.

All of a sudden I heard things like “Get the handcuffs, hold him down, get him up.” All 5 of them jumped on top of me. I couldn’t do anything, they overpowered me. They were all powerful voluptous females in every way. I am sure they have had some scraps before. They handcuffed and dragged me to my uncle’s room all the time taunting me on what they were going to do and how that first slap was just a taste. They got me up on the bed.

The girl with the boots, Lauren, put my head in a leg scissors lock. This was all happening so fast and I was praying they wouldn’t get TOO ROUGH. I was turned on and excited because NOW I REALLY was afraid of these girls, they didn’t know me, probably saw me as some old jerk guy who needed to be taught a lesson in respect.

So there I am in a legscissors lock by this beautiful and powerful 19 year old girl whose thighs are squeezing my face like a melon. I was facing her feet so I could see her leather boots clinching which accentauted the feeling of being dominated. My hands were still handcuffed so I couldn’t push her legs off me. The reason she had me down is because the other 4 girls uncuffed me for a brief moment and I needed to be held down by Lauren so I couldn’t get away. After uncuffing me, my left and right hands were each taken by one girl each on either side of me. Then they pulled out individual handcuffs for each hand. The girl on my right and the girl on my left handcuffed my right and left wrist respectively while using the other half of their respective handcuff to put her wrist in. Lauren’s powerful thighs released me and I’m dragged by the handcuffs to the front of the bed. I was helpless because I was being dragged by them while I was laying down and they were standing up.

The bed has posts at the end. My cousin was throwing some covers on the posts and duck taping the covers to the post. I then knew what they were planning. I started to yell, “No! Please!” My cousin had put on the covers so the handcuffs wouldn’t scratch the wood. Each girl then so easily slipped her wrist out of the handcuff and wrapped that half around the post. They handcuffed my left arm to the left side of the bedpost and my right arm to the right side of the bedpost. In addition, they made sure to handcuff me at the top on either side as to stretch me out fully but also have my body up higher. The tops of the posts also had rungs so I could not possibly escape. I was stretched out fully at the end of the bed, totally humiliated and at their submission. I knew right then and there that these girls were good. They weren’t fucking around and they weren’t to be fucked with.

The girls put pillows underneath my stomach to prop me up so my face was fully facing out to them. I knew then I was in for a LONG afternoon of punishment by the hands of these young ladies. My uncle unfortunately for me has a huge master bedroom so there was plenty of space all over the end of the bed. They could do whatever they wanted with me.

My face was chest level with all of them, a perfect position to be slapped just right. They wouldn’t have to bend down or lift up, just a quick flip of the wrist and I would have lobster cheeks.

My cousin was the first one to slap me, she said I had done nothing to her but had disrespected her friends and I must pay. She slapped me five times on each cheek while the other girls stood and laughed, except Lauren who was taking it in. She was getting amped up for her session, I could tell. Then my cousin Annie explained to me I was going to feel the wrath of her friends only and no more punishment from her. She said she will be videotaping. I seriously begged her not to. Who would she show this tape to? I didn’t want to be a laughing stock of the whole town. I begged her to just take part in the torture and don’t videotape it. She refused. She left the room to get it and that is when Lauren stepped up to me, reared back and slapped me harder than I have ever been slapped (up till that day). If I would have been shot in the mouth it wouldn’t have stung as much. She proceeded to slap me over and over asking me if I would ever call her and her girls bitches again. I loved it, I tried to look like I didn’t but I did.

Let me just decribe the girls for you. I have since seen the video so I remember what they had on, their names and how old they are.

Lauren, 19, dressed in a full bodied black skirt with stiletto boots (laces) that I described. She is brunette, stands about 5 foot 9, long thick legs a true goddess. It’s funny because when I met her a year before I dreamed of being dominated by her. She is truly a sadist.

Karley, 20, the girl who had slapped me earlier to get the ball rolling. She was a redhead, had on jean skirt with fringes stands about 5 foot 7, long legs with strong thighs. Total kinky redhead.

Lillie, 19, short girl, innocent looking. Reddish auburn hair. What she looked like in innocence she made up for in viciousness. I call her the pincher because she pinched me all over, my cheeks, ears, whatever. She also has a vicious slap for a girl her size. She had creamy skin and sexy legs. She surprised me the most because of her size, shyness and cute smile. When she started out slapping me, she felt a little weird about it but by halfway through my day of torture she was a total pro AND she thoroughly enjoyed it, taking her time with each slap and smiling at me with her cute dimples. Lillie had on tight black pants and a tank top. Before she left that night to go clubbing though, she looked like a hot dominant woman. She put on a long jean skirt with a slit in the middle and thick skin tight black leather boots. She had totally come full circle by the time she put on this outfit and punished my face and bottom with as much authority as anyone that day and looked cute doing it.

Alicia, 20, Lillie and her are best friends. I think she enjoyed watching Lillie’s bad side more than she actually tortured me. She is a seductive, very attractive, exotic looking brunette. She stands 5 foot 10 and has a commanding presence almost as much as Lauren. She has the biggest hands of all 4 girls and slaps harder than Lauren, simply for that reason. What a thing to watch a fine 20 year old of her stature, rear back with delight and slap you across the face like she did. She was the only one who made my eyes water. It hurt that bad, she truly had everything, great wrist action (she used to play volleyball) huge hands, and a sadistical happiness about the whole thing. Her and Lauren by far were the best but I give Alicia the edge because of the size of her hands. When Alicia first slapped me, after 8 seconds, if my hands were free I could have without looking in a mirror traced her handprint on my face. It was seared into my cheek like an ox is seared. Even Lauren couldn’t believe it. Alicia had on a blue tank top, short short skirt with fringes showing off her long powerful legs and to top it off, calf high socks with blue stripes to match her tank top. A true goddess to be feared and awed.

I had called them all bitches so I would experience the wrath of all their palms that day. They even had little games they played, hell they even slapped me to a soundtrack (that comes later).

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Continued from prior post.

I heard the bedroom door open at about 4 a.m. Diane stood at the door
and switched on the light. She had a wry smile on her face and walked to
the bed. Slowly she bent down to kiss me. As our lips touched, she took
my head in her hands and held me tightly to her. I felt her tongue brush
against my lips and I opened my mouth to accept her devilish tongue.
Instead, a mouthful of come fell from her mouth and into mine. I
instantly realized that she had blown her lover (or lovers) just before
coming into the house. Knowing that her sexual act had taken place right
outside the front door and only seconds before seeing me excited me beyond
belief and for the second time that night, my cock erupted without being
touched. Diane laughed at my predicament. “I’ll have to tell Dave how
much you like his come!” she taunted. Then she went into the bathroom and
returned with my razor. Handing it to me she said, “You may come back to
bed when you’re baby smooth again.” As I took the razor and headed for
the shower she called after me, “Be sure you don’t cut off anything
important!” and laughing, crawled into bed and quickly fell asleep.

A month later found me opening an envelope which contained three photos.
The first showed Diane on her hands and knees sucking on Steve’s cock with
Dave kneeling behind her and literally ripping her panties off of her.
The second shot showed her still sucking Steve’s cock, but now Dave’s cock
was buried in her pussy. The last photo was a close-up of her face. She
was drenched with come, some splattered in her hair and some dripping from
her lips. The photo also showed the end of Steve’s cock and come was
dripping from it as well.

That morning, Diane had made a point of having me fetch a pair of panties
for her. I knew, therefore, that she had left for work that morning
wearing a pair of blue bikini panties. I learned the purpose of this show
when Diane strolled in at about 1 a.m. She let her dress fall to the
floor as she walked into the bedroom leaving her in nothing but her garter
belt, hose and high heels. Kicking off her shoes she climbed on top of me
and lowered her dripping cunt to my mouth. Without saying a word she
began to ride my tongue. She rubbed her pussy back and forth across my
chin which often made my tongue slip from her pussy and brush her asshole.
Both her pussy and ass were slick with sperm. When she finally came, she
rolled off of me and retrieved her purse. Reaching inside she pulled out
her blue panties. Holding them gingerly, it was plain to see that they
had been ripped and torn and the waistband had been broken. Climbing back
on the bed, Diane wrapped the panties around my cock and began to
masturbate me. With her permission, I came in the panties. She milked me
dry and used the panties to soak up all of the sperm. She pushed the
panties into my mouth and then went to sleep.

The next month’s packet of pictures contained a picture of Diane cleaning
the come from Steve’s cock. The second photo was a close-up of her ass
showing come dripping from her pussy and a glob of sperm spurting from the
end of Dave’s prick and headed for her ass.

Diane didn’t come home until 9 a.m. the next morning. She strolled in
with a wistful smile on her face. She greeted the children, gave me a
deep kiss while discreetly squeezing my cock. She said she needed some
sleep and headed toward the bedroom. As she walked down the hall, I saw
that the juices from her pussy were literally running down her legs!

During the next week my wife told me that Dave had the ability to prolong
his own orgasm which enabled him to give her multiple orgasms every time
he fucked her. She decided that I needed to learn this technique and
proceeded on a training regimen. After achieving one or two orgasms from
my tongue or from one of her vibrators, Diane would then have me fuck her
in a position of her choosing. I was not to come until she had granted
her permission. If I was unable to wait until her command, then the next
evening, instead of enjoying intercourse, I would be required to
masturbate while looking through my photo album and the moment I started
to come, Diane would begin to spank me with a leather paddle. Toward the
end of the month, I was actually making some progress in my self-control.

On the Friday that I was expecting my wife to announce her next escapade,
the city was having a terrible rainstorm. I was awaiting her usual
telephone call and was, therefore, surprised when the receptionist buzzed
my office and told me Diane was in the lobby. I went to the lobby and
greeted her with a chaste kiss. She had on her London Fog raincoat that
was buttoned tightly. She told me that she was going out and instructed
me on what to fix the kids for dinner. I was still confused as to why she
had decided to deliver her message in person. I walked her to the
elevator and kissed her good-bye. She stepped into the empty elevator and
as the doors began closing she opened her coat to show that all she was
wearing were her shoes!

A few hours later I was opening another envelope to find one picture.
Diane was laying on a table. The photo was taken at the end of the table
so her pussy was in the foreground and her head in the background of the
picture. She was still dressed in only her high heels, garter belt and
hose. Steve and Dave were on either side of the table sucking on her
tits. Her legs were spread wide and there was the hand of a third man
fingering her pussy.

I awoke when the lights suddenly came on. It was 3 a.m. and Diane was
standing at the door, still in her raincoat. She ordered me out of bed
and used her handcuffs to secure my hands behind my back. She then got a
scarf and used it to blindfold me. Pushing me into a chair I heard her
unbuttoning her coat and letting it fall to the floor. She grabbed my
cock and her soft caress quickly brought it to a full erection.
Straddling me she slid down on to my shaft. Her pussy was wet and sloshy
from her lovers’ come. She pulled my head to her breasts and told me to
lick just her nipples. I dutifully complied as she began to slide up and
down my cock. After a few minutes she untied the blindfold and let it
fall away. I had continued to lick her nipples so my eyes were only
inches from her breasts. Her breasts were covered with small, purple
hickeys! The sight was so exciting that I came without her permission.
After having me lick my come - and that of her lovers - from her pussy,
she told me that I would have to pay for my transgression.

The next day my wife made a phone call and said that she would be going
shopping later. About an hour later the phone rang and she answered it
and had a quick conversation. Hanging up the phone, she grabbed her purse
and went into the garage calling back over her shoulder, “Don’t wait up!”
Although I heard the garage door open and close, I didn’t hear her car
starting. A few minutes later I checked the garage and saw that her car
was still parked there. My cock swelled at the idea of my wife out on
another adventure.

At midnight I awoke as my naked wife was climbing onto my face. She had
a powerful orgasm as I licked her pussy clean. Rolling off of me, she
gave me a paper bag and ordered me to open it. Inside I found a leather
hood which would completely cover the eyes and ears of the wearer leaving
only an opening for the mouth, a ball gag and an eight inch plastic dildo
which ended in a studded mound which was clearly meant to rest against a
woman’s vagina. The fake cock was attached to a harness to fasten it
around a woman’s waist. My wife ordered me to fetch my handcuffs and some
K-Y Jelly. She fastened my hands behind my back and inserted the ball gag
in my mouth. Ordering me to kneel on the bed, she then took her time
stepping into the harness and adjusting the fake cock. A few minutes
later she climbed on the bed and I learned what it felt like to be fucked
up the ass. She continued humping me until we had both come. She pulled
out of my ass and I fell forward in a lump. She let me sleep with the
handcuffs and ball gag in place. During the next month, Diane fucked me
with her fake cock at least ten times. She insisted that I prolong my
orgasm until given permission and failure meant an immediate spanking. By
the end of the month, I was finally getting some small measure of control.

Our anniversary was at the end of the month and we made plans to go out
to dinner alone on that night with a close friend of Diane’s baby-sitting
the kids. I was quite surprised though to find an envelope tucked under
my pillow the night before our date. I asked Diane why I was getting the
pictures before her night out and she just said, “Some things came up.”

With my wife looking on, I opened the envelope to discover three
pictures. Diane was still lying on the table attired in her high heels,
garter belt and hose. Steve and Dave were still sucking her tits, but the
third man’s hand was now lathering her pussy. The second photo showed the
third man’s hands shaving her pussy with a straight razor; one hand
holding the lips of her vagina taut while the other wielded the razor.
The final photograph showed the third man with his head buried between her
thighs, lapping at her pussy while Steve and Dave continued to feast on
her nipples. It was now possible to tell that this third man was also
black and that he had a thick beard. My wife smiled broadly as I ogled
the pictures and told me that the new man was “Big Bad John.” Although I
was very excited, Diane refused to engage in any sex and instead insisted
that we both go to sleep in order to conserve our strength for the next
evening.

The next night, we both dressed up for our anniversary dinner. Diane’s
friend, Gail, arrived to take care of the kids. Diane had been telling
her of the advantages of female domination and trying to convince her to
put her own husband under strict female control. Every time she would
look at me she would laugh and when no one was within earshot she taunted
me by asking, “How long as it been since your little pecker got some
pussy?”

We finally got away from Gail and left for our evening together. I
thought we were going to a restaurant downtown, so I was surprised when my
wife pulled the car into a nearby resort. We ate a very nice meal in
their lounge, but as we were leaving my wife led me to the elevators. We
went to an upper floor and walked down the hall. Producing a room key, we
entered a guest room. The room contained the usual table, chairs and
desk/dresser combination. It also had two king-sized beds. On one of the
beds was a small over-night case.

Diane ushered me into the room and shut the door behind us. She ordered
me to remove my jacket and then to take off my pants, undershorts, shoes
and socks. She made it clear that I was to leave my shirt on. As I
complied with her directions, Diane stripped down to a very sexy dark blue
teddy. Diane opened the over-night case and pulled out her handcuffs.
Securing my hands behind my back, she ordered me to kneel in the middle of
one of the beds. Taking the pillows from the bed, she piled them under my
stomach, raising my naked ass high in the air.

Reaching into the small suitcase again she pulled out her fake cock.
Unsnapping the crotch of her teddy, she stepped into the harness and
adjusted the base of the dildo against her golden pussy and pulled the
straps tight. With the dildo jutting from her crotch, she reached into
the bag again and brought out a tape player with headphones. She put the
headphones on my head and adjusted the small speakers over my ears. Once
again she reached into the bag and pulled out the ball gag and the leather
hood. She quickly shoved the ball gag in my mouth and then pulled the
hood over my head.

Suddenly, my ears were filled with the sounds of a loud, heavy-metal
band! With the hood over my head, I couldn’t see anything and between the
hood and the music blaring in my ears, I could not hear anything. I had
no way of knowing where my wife was or what she was doing.

After a few minutes, I felt the bed shift and then her cock was pushing
into my ass. She pounded into my behind with a fury and my own cock
swelled. Fearing her certain reprisal for coming without permission, I
fought to control my impending orgasm. Luckily, she ceased her assault on
my poor ass. With her fake cock still imbedded in my ass, she held
perfectly still. When I had regained my composure, she began sliding in
and out of my behind with slow, rhythmic strokes. Soon, I was once again
on the verge of orgasm. And once more she stopped moving just in time.
This starting and stopping continued for over an hour. At the end, I was
a quivering mass. My shirt was soaked with sweat. I had been successful
in delaying my orgasm, but I would have killed to be able to come at that
moment.

Finally, the cock was removed from my behind and I felt her get off the
bed. A few minutes later, the bed shifted again and someone got on the
bed in front of me. I had assumed that my wife was on the bed in front of
me, but the ball-gag was removed and my mouth was pulled to a woman’s
pussy. I recognized the taste of sperm in the woman’s slit, but this
pussy was clean shaven, so I knew it must belong to some other woman.

The woman I was licking began to come. She pulled my face deep between
her legs and clamped her thighs around my head, her hips bucking and
pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into her cunt. When her orgasm
subsided, she released her hold on my head. The music was finally shut
off and the ringing in my ears slowly faded. The woman then removed the
hood.

Sitting before me was my wife! Her legs were spread wide, her pubic hair
gone and the lips of her vagina swollen and gaping open. Even with all of
the licking and sucking that I had done, sperm was still dripping from her
cunt. A quick glance around the room showed that the other bed had been
used by several people although we were clearly alone now. My gaze
finally came to rest on my wife who was smiling lewdly. As it slowly
dawned on me that one of my wife’s lovers had been fucking my ass while my
wife had her pussy shaved and then fucked in the other bed, my cock
erupted in a tremendous orgasm. The strength of the orgasm was
unbelievable, almost causing me to black out. Laughing at my
transgression, Diane turned over and presented me with a view of her ass
which was also coated with come. Without waiting for her command, I
drilled my tongue into her ass sucking the come out of her rear passage.

When Diane was finally sated, she went into the bathroom and took a
shower, leaving me still shackled and kneeling on the bed. When she was
done, she came back in the room, dressed, and reapplied her make-up. When
she was all ready, she unlocked the handcuffs and told me to get dressed
and packed up and she would see me in the car in five minutes. I am just
glad that no one I knew saw me rushing through the hotel lobby — I’m sure
I must have made a frightening sight in my condition.

When we got home, my wife asked Gail to help her with my punishment for
coming without permission. With Gail looking on, I was ordered to strip
and then bring them my razor and shaving cream. The headphones and hood
were then put on me and my hands again locked behind my back. I was
pushed onto the bed and the music began blaring in my ears (apparently so
Diane could tell Gail all about her evening without my hearing the
details). Then Gail’s hairy pussy was straddling my face and I ate her
cunt as she and Diane shaved my pubic hair.

I didn’t get any sexual release for the next month and Diane spent most
of her free time tutoring Gail in the finer points of female domination.
Then one Friday morning my wife left for work telling me not to wait up
for her. That evening I found my envelope under my pillow. Unlike the
earlier envelopes, this one had “Big Bad John” written across it. Inside
were six pictures. The first showed Diane licking and stroking a HUGE
cock. It looked like a huge, black pole. Diane later bragged that it was
almost eleven inches long and as big around as her wrist! The second
picture showed her trying to stuff the cock in her mouth. It was so large
though that she was only able to get her lips around the head of the cock.
The third picture showed Diane on her back with Steve and Dave holding
her legs spread far apart and pulled up over her head. Diane’s hands were
pulling her vagina open and John’s cock head was rubbing against her
gaping hole. The next picture showed John’s cockhead pushing into her
cunt. The fifth picture showed about half of John’s cock in her pussy.
The final picture showed John lying on his back with Diane sitting astride
him — his entire cock buried to the hilt in her cunt — with Diane
clearly experiencing a powerful orgasm.

Diane showed up about noon the next day. She went right to bed and slept
until about four in the afternoon. When I went into see her, she threw
back the sheet to show that sperm was still leaking from her well-fucked
pussy. That night, Diane let me fuck her. Usually her pussy fits snugly
around my cock, but that night her pussy was still so stretched that my
cock thrashed loosely in her cunt. Even without the snug fit of her
pussy, the thought of those pictures made me erupt within a few minutes.

Last month, my wife once again called on a Friday afternoon to tell me to
take care of the kids. This was the beginning of a three-day weekend.
That night I found my promised envelope. Inside were four photographs.
The first showed Diane sitting astride John with his cock completely
buried in her pussy. Steve was fucking her in the ass and she was deep
throating Dave. The second picture showed her face drenched with Dave’s
come. The third picture showed Steve’s prick spurting come all over her
ass. The final picture showed her pussy just inches above John’s erect
cock. His cock was slick with her juices. Her pussy was coated with
sperm and a huge glob of come was falling from her shaved pussy. Just
then the phone rang. I answered it, but it was a few seconds before Diane
greeted me. Over the phone I could hear loud slurping sounds as well as
guttural moans. Then Diane asked if I liked my present and she told me
that she would be gone for the entire weekend and that she would see me
Tuesday evening. As she spoke to me, she was gasping and panting and I
knew that she was being fucked while she was talking to me on the phone.
At the end I heard another woman’s voice scream out, “Harder! Fuck me
harder!” Diane chuckled and between moans told me to call Gail’s husband
and tell him the same message. As the line went dead, I began stroking my
cock. I knew Diane would punish me anyway, so I looked through my album
and masturbated throughout the entire weekend.

The photos from this last envelope filled the last of the empty pages in
the album. My birthday is next week and I can’t wait to see what this
years present will be!