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Originally posted 2016-06-20 21:21:48.
The Visitor Part 2.
I stood by the closed bedroom door stunned but also intensely curious what might be transpiring behind it. Even though it was my house and my wife I had to admit this woman who had come for dinner and now seemed to have my wife under her sexual spell intimidated me. All I could hear were muffled voices and sounds of a body coming to rest on the bed. Consigned to my fate I retreated to the kitchen and cleaned up the dinner dishes trying not to listen to what was going on in the bedroom. Done with the dishes I resumed watching the movie we had been enjoying. After a few hours and well into a second movie Marsha emerged from the bedroom without my wife accompanying her. She strode into the living room and approached me like she owned the place. She pulled a footstool up close to me, sat down looking me straight in the face.
” Your wife asked to tell you how it’s going to be from now on. ” ” She is my lover and has been for sometime and instead of going on behind you back I am the one that told her no more that we were going to just let confront you.” ” I know what she has told me about you that you will do as I say. ” ” Don’t worry I not interested in breaking up your household why I even have a use for you in this whole arrangement” ” Well we will get to the details later I suspect you’ve had enough shock for one day.” ” I leaving now thanks for the dinner oh and by the way your wife’s sexual life and yours are under my control and as of now you are not to touch your wife.” “Understand?” I manage a meek answer yes. And with that she got up put her leather jacket on and out the door she went. I spent the night in the spare bedroom.
Morning came and with it a silent coffee with my wife as we both hurried off to work. Around noon I received a text message from her. Before I opened it I figured with more hope perhaps than reality that it was an apology and one time thing and all would be back to the way it was before. Instead was a curt message” dinner for three tonight have it ready by seven o clock.” And so another blow to my manhood this time direct from my wife. She had no need to tell me who the third person was. I hurried home after work to make the meal for three. They arrived together although I was quite busy preparing the meal Marsha order me to bring her and my wife and glass of white wine. As they sat in the living enjoying their wine my wife was like a giddy little schoolgirl around Marsha now. ” Lets us know when dinner is ready” was the only thing my wife had spoken to me other than hello since they arrived. Finally dinner was ready that was when I learned that I was going to serve these two by themselves at the dining room table and I would be eating in the kitchen nook by myself. I accepted my position meekly. For I had no choice if I wished to still have some relationship with my wife. From my corner of the breakfast nook I could see into the dinning room where Marsha sat at the head of our dining room table and my wife next to her. It was clear that Marsha had established complete dominion over my wife. I could see that I was next on her list.
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Originally posted 2016-02-19 12:46:32.
My wife often brought visitors home from her work for dinner so I thought nothing of it in the beginning. Marsha was older than us dressed in businesswomen fashion. I thought her a bit butch and being as she was an older single woman it crossed my mine that perhaps she was a lesbian. She was polite and well mannered and seemed appreciative of having been invited to dinner. My wife was very solicitous towards her during dinner but this was not surprising as my wife was always and eager to please type. It was clear from their banter that they had gotten to know each other well at work although this was my first introduction to Marsha.
After Dinner we moved to the living room to watch a movie. As my wife settled into her traditional spot on the couch I noticed that Marsha was quick to set next to her usurping my usual spot. I tried not to read too much into it I had known that in my wife’s younger days she had been pursued a few times by women but never reciprocated. I remember one story from her college days were one woman kept asking out for a picnic. We used to laugh about how this woman had more that a picnic on her mind.
As the movie played on the two of them kept up their friendly banter. I begin to wonder if there was more to it then just friends from work. I detected an intimacy between them, as it was Marsha had shifted over on the couch so much that her leg was now touching my wife’s. Soon she was rubbing her thigh she saw me looking at the two of them I felt she was defying me to say something. In stead it was her who spoke first. ” So your wife tells me that you have shared her with other men while you watch how would you feel sharing her with another woman?” Her directness and domineering manner rolled over me I was at a lost of words and surprised that she knew such intimate details of our sex life. I had the feeling that even if I objected it was going to happen anyways. The thought of watching my wife with another did not exactly turn me off. ” Well ” I started to speak being careful of what I was going to say looking at my wife to judge her reaction to what Marsha had said. However before I has uttered my consent Marsha stood up helped my wife up off the couch and asked, “Where is the bedroom” grabbing my wife around the waist as she led the way. I could think of worse ways to spend an evening then watching my wife being pleasured by a woman. They led the way down the hall and as they approach the bedroom door I watch as Marsha tighten her grip on my wife’s waist and picked up the paced they passed through the half open door and as I started in Marsha pushed the bedroom door when the heel of her leather boot in my face glancing over her shoulder she uttered ” Not you hubby I will deal with you later” I stood in front of the closed door speechless not quite sure what had just happened. But it turned out to be the beginning of my descent into female servitude and humiliation from this woman who took what she wanted and was very use to getting her way
Originally posted 2016-02-13 12:16:40.
I had, over many years, asked my wife to keep me in chastity. I went as far as buying a CB3000 and presenting it to her, but to no avail. She was not interested. From time to time, I brought up the subject, to be received by groans of ‘not again’. I gave up all hope.
Having not mentioned it for over a year, I was stunned to silence when she said, one evening
‘Remember that thing you wanted to wear? Are you still interested?’
‘Yes’ I said, after a few moments of flummoxed silence.
‘You are happy to put it on, for me to have the keys and then prepared for anything that might happen…or not, so to speak?’
‘Yes’ I gulped.
‘OK, get a shower, put it on and bring me the keys.’
I was wild with ecstasy. I could hardly get a shower because my cock was so hard. I was tempted to masturbate, but she came into the bathroom and watched me. Putting the CB3000 on was difficult – I had to wait until my cock had calmed down, forcing myself to think of anything else but that. Eventually it was on and we went into the bedroom, where she snapped the lock shut and pocketed the keys.
She threw a dress at me.
‘You can wear this, tonight. I’m not sure male clothing suits you, in that thing. I’m going out, now. You can just stay here and wait for me. If you want to make yourself useful, there’s some ironing to do.’
I was wild with excitement. My cock tried to burst out of the cage. I had wondered what it might feel like, but never imagined it would be so exciting. I wasn’t afraid of what might happen, just excited.
It was around midnight when she came back. She inspected my ‘thing’ before sitting me in a chair in the bedroom and tying me to it, firmly, with my legs tied to the chair legs and my arms tied behind and fastened to the leg bonds. My mind whirled. She gagged me and threw a blanket over me, leaving me in semi darkness. she went downstairs.
What seemed like hours later she returned to the bedroom….but she was not alone. She had a man with her. I couldn’t see them, but I could not mistake the sound of clothes being removed and sex getting under way. Some clothes, hers by the feel, were thrown over the blanket covering me.
I was powerless. I had to listen to my wife of ten years having sex with another man, hear her sighs of pleasure and the occasional comment that it was so much better than with ‘her husband’.
I had asked for (or so I thought) a game of chastity that would excite me and perhaps spice up our sex life. This, I had never anticipated and my feelings were a mixture of the excitement of being chastened, agony at what was now happening, fear for the future, but all tinged with a perverse pleasure. As she had the other man, part of me enjoyed it.
They became quiet, eventually. Then she said
‘You’ll have to go now, my husband will be back soon. It wouldn’t do for him to catch us. I’ll call you when he’s next away.’
I heard him dressing and then they left the room.
She came back. With a flourish, she pulled the blanket from me.
She stood before me, naked. She was gorgeous – I have never seen her so beautiful. I would have done anything at that moment, to fuck her, but I knew it was unlikely. She untied me and removed the gag.
‘Well. You did say anything.’ were her first words.
‘No buts, anything is anything’
‘No, but you can eat me. I’m full of his juice and i think it appropriate that you share it with me…..’
She lay back on the bed and, dutifully, I knelt and put my face between her legs, reaching my lips and tongue towards her glistening pussy, thinking that she never did anything by half measures.
‘Mmmm,’ she said as I began ‘…mmm….I think I’ll try a woman, next time.’
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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
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
“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.
Originally posted 2015-04-09 13:00:15.
I called my girlfriend a bitch which she hates. After I did it ten more times in front of friends she was teasing me and she says, I wanna tie you up again. I said ok and she gets her handcuffs and then turns me over and cuffs me real tight then she takes my boxers off and ties my ankles real tight then turns me over and had a new roll.of ductape and I said honey what are you doing.
She puts a strip over my mouth. I was told as she flips her heels off and she.had her nude thigh hi stocking feet up against my nose. I was told that I have a filthy mouth and so im staying tied up tonight and im getting soap in my mouth. I tried to get loose but she got up and put her shoes on and walks out of the bathroom with a bar of yellow soap and it was wet she gets on top of me and rips the tape off and shoved the soap in my mouth. She rubbed it so hard and kept telling me to bite down on the soap as she twisted and turned it in my mouth. It was stuck between all my teeth and she laughed and noticed that I got a huge erection when she started making me eat the soap.
I begged for her to stop but after forty min. She said I have to get ready for my date and she pushed the soap in all the way and wrapped ductape over my mouth and around my head five times and she asked if im ok and she noticed I couldnt make a sound and she said perfect.
I was put in a chair and she tied me very tightly to it then she.puts me in the closet and left it sliding glass door cracked so I had a view if the bed. So.i saw my girlfriend getting dolled up and then at 8 pm she got picked up by a guy which I didn’t like.
I sat in the dark sucking on a bar of soap that was melting in my mouth and it burned too until at 1am about my girl comes in and gets undressed almost. She puts a light on and walks up to me in her thigh hi’s and heels and bra on and flips a heel off and pressed her sweaty stocking feet over my nose then I got excited and she said your not gonna like this but I invited my date up to have sex.
I went nuts and she said honey, stop, your being punished and made me smell her other sweaty foot then put her shoes back on and she starts ductaping my mouth more and someone knocks on the door and she pulled on the tape as hard as possible which made me bite the soap in half and she takes her heel puts it over my nose and taped it so I had my nose stuffed inside her sweaty smelly shoe that she wore all day and night.
She goes and gets the guy and they talk then I watch them go at it. I had to sit there and watch my girlfriend ler a guy go down on her then she put him inside her and rode him so hard for an hour. I won’t lie when I heard her moaning and I saw her sexy feet in the air when he was on top I shot a load like never before then he got up and went to the bathroom and she snuck to me and took the heel off and slid her stocking off and made me smell her bare stinky toes then she tied her stocking to my nose then put her heel back over my nose.
Then they went to sleep for a bit then I watched them have sex again and again at 6am and they made plans for later that night. I was left like that til 10am then she took the soap out and let me breathe and rinse while tied up.
She slid on pantyhose and went to work then after I got my mouth washed out again , smelled her pantyhosed feet then watched her have sex with this guy.
When I’m bad, I have to get soap in my mouth and she makes me watch her have orgasms from other guys. She says if I don’t like it, I can leave.I had this done 3x so far and there is something hot about watching a girl have sex while she has u tied up and gagged with soap.
Originally posted 2015-03-22 12:09:18.
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Originally posted 2014-11-25 10:00:14.
“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?”
Originally posted 2014-09-14 22:31:25.