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 traveled 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 REMEMBERS 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?" "Soo...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 cummmmmme. I need to cummmme so baaaaad." 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 venues 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 risqué 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
sleepily. "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 quietly." 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,
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