Author's Note: Lucy, with the coercion of her boss decides to enslave her unsuspecting husband. This story has been reformatted, hopefully it will now be an easier read. I would like to thank Echa724 and Kinkyashley347 for their editing of this story, I'm so happy there are people out there wanting to help.

Part One - Proposal

I fell in love with my future wife the moment I first saw her.

Lucy walked through my office door to temporarily replace my retired secretary, and at twenty five years old she was eight years my junior.

She's tall-5ft 10in and slim, with dark red hair crowning a beautiful face with green eyes.

She has a narrow nose and a mouth, that I suspected at one time contained childhood buck teeth that had since been straightened and left a slightly protruding top lip giving her a very sexy pout.

She has a body with all the curves in the right places and long shapely legs.

She was, and still is absolutely perfect to me.

I immediately made her my full time secretary and after a week we went on our first date.

Lucy told me that she liked me, I was so happy just to be with her and I was sure that given time I could make her love me.

I romanced her and I was the happiest man alive when a month after our first meeting she did indeed say she loved me.

She has the looks and charm to get just about anything she wants, but she's not spoiled or haughty.

She's a genuinely nice person: she never gossips or puts anyone down and she's probably the most helpful person I know. She would literally give you her last penny.

She is also clever and very intelligent and it was always clear that she would succeed in whatever she chose to do.

I felt so lucky: she was never short of admirers but she chose me.

I'm not the greatest catch in the world. I'm 6`2" and 190lbs. I don't have a face to make women swoon but I'm certainly not ugly, with longish black hair and blue eyes, my best feature is my smile-so I've been told and my openness. I listen to people, I'm calm and perhaps just a bit too gentle and trusting, but hey! that's me, and I've got by okay so far.

Lucy and I loved one another. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.

I couldn't see any point in hanging around, so I proposed.

It was a whirlwind romance and we married three months later.

I'd had a good job with a successful midsize promotions company since I'd left university, and with the help of an inheritance was able to buy a sizeable house on the outskirts of town with a modest mortgage. Lucy moved in on the return from our honeymoon and it wasn't long before the whole place was redecorated to her liking.

She wasn't bossy or demanding, she just had much better taste than me.

Everything was perfect, we were so happy together and two years later Lucy was promoted to the same position as myself. We celebrated with a weekend at a luxury spa where we spent most of the time having mind blowing sex.

Work was great: we now spent a lot of time together on the same projects.

Home was great, our social life was good and our sex life was fantastic, the future looked golden.

But then came the recession.

It turned out to be a mixed bag for us.

I was told I was being let go as the firm was restructuring. I immediately went to give Lucy the bad news. I was ready to console her: feeling sure that she would be going too, only to be met by my smiling and happy wife - she had in fact been promoted to department manager.

I was very disappointed for myself but I was really over the moon for her.

Things were not so bad though, I received a decent severance package.

With Lucy's improved salary she persuaded me it would make sense to use a good part of my money to pay off some of the mortgage.

I took time out to pursue a few hobbies and look for my ideal job, but as the weeks passed it became clear employment wouldn't be so easy to find.

Positions that I thought I would acquire easily always seemed to go to someone else - to people I thought less qualified.

My money was rapidly running out and I was eating into my savings, soon I was having trouble paying the bills.

I believed it was a mans place to provide for his wife so I had never asked Lucy to contribute to our household finances, but now I felt it was time to swallow my pride and ask for her help.

To my surprise she didn't agree immediately, but said she would have to speak to her financial advisor.

I wasn't happy with her, as I thought it showed a lack of commitment on her part, but she persuaded me that she just wanted to make our positions clear.

The upshot of it all was that Lucy would take over the mortgage payments and the control of our finances, at least until I found employment.

With the help of the firms resident lawyer we signed papers giving Lucy a half share of the house and financial control.

I used what was left of my own money to pay for my personal requirements.

As my savings dwindled I found I was unable to spend and socialise as much as I would like.

I became frustrated and irritable.

I noticed Lucy becoming more impatient with me, and this made me feel guilty, here was my lovely wife working hard every day, while I lounged around sulking about not having a job.

I vowed to make things better for us.

If I couldn't find work then I would do more around the home.

I started by doing all the cooking, having meals ready for when Lucy came home at night and generally pampering her.

I also did all those little jobs that one never seems to get around to doing.

The cleaning was taken care of by Lynn, our young daily help.

And so the general atmosphere in our home began to improve.

A few weeks later Lucy let it slip that she had hired a new agent-a guy named Barry was now doing my old job.

I was annoyed to say the least, here I was out of work and my own wife had hired some young upstart to do my job, when I confronted her she looked away embarrassed.

"I'm sorry John. I really wanted to give you the job. You were the first person I thought of, but Stephen didn't want me to - he thought it would be wrong for me to employ my own husband, that we could leave ourselves open to some kind of prejudicial lawsuit, " she explained.

I had to think for a minute who Stephen was, then it occurred to me, he was the CEO and owner of the firm.

In all the time I was there I had never even met him, and here was Lucy on first name terms.

"Christ Luce, I'm breaking my ass trying to find a job and my own wife won't even hire me. Instead some slimy bastard gets my position Well thanks for all your help Luce you did really great," I complained and turned away to stare out of the window.

"Fuck you John. Its not my fault you lost your job. Do you want me to risk my career and the only money we have coming in just because you think you're better than everyone else?" It was one of the very few times I had heard Lucy swear.

I turned to carry on the argument, but saw Lucy's bottom lip quiver and a tear roll down her cheek.

I knew I had gone too far. I was a shit. I shouldn't have taken it out on Lucy. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her and kissed the tears away.

"I'm sorry Luce, I shouldn't blame you. I just get so frustrated, it seems that every job I apply for they find a reason not to employ me. Perhaps I'm being paranoid, but it is as if somebody is blocking me at every turn."

"I'm sorry too hon. Maybe I should have stood up for you more than I did, look - let me speak to some people, see if we can work something out," she said, we kissed some more. I felt an even bigger shit pressurising my innocent wife into fighting my battles for me.

A few days later Lucy had some news for me; she had kept her word, though what she told me didn't fill me with joy.

I still managed to put on a brave face.

"I spoke to Barbara in admin today and together we managed to create a new position. Now its not executive, in fact its quite the opposite but it's a job," she informed me, she was trying to sound upbeat.

"Just tell me Luce, the way things are at the moment I'd do anything if I was paid," I said.

" Well.... Pam needs someone in the cave to administer files. I'm afraid its only minimum wage but its all we could do at the moment, and it will be a foot in the door for you, which is good isn't it? I know its not really what you want but ...,"she trailed off and shrugged.

I did my best to hide my disappointment. The cave was an airless basement full to the brim with old dusty records and files and I knew this job would be mindless boredom; sorting and classifying.

It was the lowest position I could imagine but I had to pretend to be excited for Lucy's sake.


Three months earlier

Muzak was playing. Wine glasses clinked and the polite conversation in the large room was interspersed with bursts of laughter.

Newman holdings were celebrating another successful year.

Lucy looked stunning in a silver grey satin dress and John missed no opportunity running his hands over her sexy body; especially as she had confided in him that she was going commando this evening.

They had just finished dancing when one of Johns associates interrupted them; he said he needed John to go over an account with him.

"Christ Bill! it's a party, can't you relax for a minute?" John complained.

"I'm sorry John. but this is really important or I wouldn't bother you," Bill explained.

John turned to Lucy and shrugged "I'm so sorry Luce its..."

"Its okay, I understand," she interrupted him "you go off. I'm sure I can find another man somewhere here," she teased him.

Lucy was alone for Less than two minutes when she heard a voice behind her.

"Hello Lucy. I thought you would be surrounded by admirers?"

"No just the same old men wanting to get into my knickers," she replied sarcastically.

"Touché Lucy. perhaps I should have been a bit more subtle."

Lucy turned toward the speaker and saw Stephen Newman; her boss.

"I'm sorry Sir I didn't realise it was you," she could feel herself blushing in embarrassment.

"No need to apologise. And please call me Stephen. I just wanted to meet the most beautiful woman here," he said, smiling. He didn't appear to be upset with Lucy's rudeness.

"I'm not sure your wife would be pleased to hear that," she replied.

"My wife! Oh I'm not married. I suppose you could say the firm is my wife,"

"It must be a very boring marriage," Lucy remarked.

She was feeling a little more comfortable now.

"On the contrary; I think I have everything I want, " Stephen said.

"Everything?" Lucy asked, raising an eyebrow and wondering where this conversation was going.

"Oh yes everything; money, power, respect. Everything," he answered.

"What about love? surely every marriage should be based on love," Lucy argued.

"Oh love is just a word to describe the things you really want,"

"And what is it you really want Stephen?" Lucy felt they were coming to the point of this discussion now.

"Why, I want you my dear," he declared with a smile.

" And you think you can just have me?" Lucy asked. She put some steel in her voice. Stephen may be her boss but that didn't give him the right to just take her for granted.

"Oh no forgive me, please?" He said quickly. "You misunderstand me. It's not what you think. What I would like is your help with an experiment, an experiment that could give you a life of luxury you've only ever dreamed of." as he spoke he moved in closer to Lucy. She looked around, feeling guilty allowing Stephen this close.

She could see John talking to somebody on the other side of the room. She wanted to join him. Stephen was now making her uncomfortable again.

But despite herself she was also intrigued. "What kind of experiment?" she couldn't resist asking.

"Oh nothing illegal or dangerous I can assure you," he said waving his hand.

"Why don't I explain?...you see, to me the most erotic thing in life is power, with power we can get anything we want. I could have just about any woman at this party, or ruin them because I hold power over them or someone close to them. But to use power that way is base and brutal. I much prefer a bit more guile, I find it better if the other person thinks he is willingly giving to you, while you take everything you want".

Lucy looked questionably at her boss "I'm sorry, you've lost me," she said.

Stephen paused to gather his thoughts.

"Okay," he said "Just imagine, we take one these high flyers and between us we reduce him to a complete and utter slave, living only to please you. And we do it all without him even realising what's happening. Now that would be power don't you think?"

"And who would this poor unfortunate be?" Lucy asked. She was now beginning to suspect that Stephen set up this whole meeting.

He took Lucy's elbow and gently guided her around to face the crowd. He made a point of looking around the room.

"let me see, umm...how about?" He slowly moved his arm in an arc pointing his finger "that one," he said.

Lucy laughed aloud. Stephen was pointing at John "very funny. I think you know who he is and I think you orchestrated this whole conversation. perhaps that's what you mean by power. now if you will excuse me I think my husband is looking for me".

Two days later Lucy was at her desk when she received an email summoning her to Stephens office.

She immediately feared for her job. She rode the elevator to the forth floor and found herself standing outside of Stephen's office.

Her hand was shaking as she knocked on the oak door.

"come"

She walked into an office bigger than her old apartment. Stephen sat smiling behind an enormous oak desk. he waved Lucy to a chair opposite him.

"Well hello Lucy, how are you?" he greeted her.

He stood and gestured to a pot of coffee to one side of the desk.

"No, I'm fine thank you," she answered as she sat.

She pulled the hem of her skirt down to a respectable length.

Stephen sat down and leaned back looking at her over his hands which were clasped together below his chin.

"I wondered if you had given any thought to our little conversation from the other evening?" he asked.

In truth Lucy had thought of little else, but she would never let him know that.

Neither had she said anything to John, fearing he might loose his temper. Instead she answered "well I honestly thought it was a joke. Do you really expect me to help you turn my husband into your slave?" she sounded incredulous.

Stephen spread his hands "No no no my dear, you really misunderstand me. Not my slave, John will be your slave. I get my rewards in other ways,"

Lucy felt slightly better now that she knew she wasn't to be fired.

She was also intrigued but didn't want Stephen to know to what extent.

She studied her fingernails feigning a lack of interest.

"No, I can't say it really tempts me Stephen, but," she raised her head to look at him "lets just pretend it did. how exactly would you plan to achieve your aims?"

Stephen leaned back and made a steeple shape with his fingers. He smiled. He had baited her; now he felt she was hooked.

"Ah well, Let me explain...first of all, together we would sabotage Johns accounts, not ruin them completely but just enough to jeopardize some of them. Undermine him-have him doubt his ability. Then I will ensure that he looses his job".

Lucy looked up sharply and began to voice her objection.

"Wait. Please wait? Please Let me finish?" Stephen held up a placating hand, "as I said, John would lose his job. But you would, of coarse, be promoted, to...lets see...office manager, with a raise of ....um....shall we say two hundred percent. Just to compensate any financial shortfall on your behalf."

Lucy was stunned. It was an enormous raise. She began to feel flushed.

Stephen continued "Of course, you would need to keep your finances a secret from John, and at the same time it would be up to you to ensure that all of his own money is spent. You must make him penniless, make him financially dependent on you," Stephen stood and began walking around the room. He stopped and looked intently ay Lucy.

"Between us we must also block any attempt by John to find a job, I'll give him bad references, maybe drop a quiet word in the ear of prospective employers, that sort of thing. Then as he isn't working, you persuade him to use his time by performing more domestic chores. Get him used to menial work, but you must ensure you always find fault with his efforts and have him accept your authority. That way he'll become unsure of himself. In time he should start obeying your commands. Make him feel useless and inferior. That's the way," he thumped one hand into the other to emphasise his point.

"Then perhaps when he's really desperate I'll rehire him. Not in an executive position you understand but as a cleaner or something equally demeaning." he returned to his chair and poured himself another cup of coffee.

Lucy shook her head no, not trusting herself to speak when he offered the pot to her.

Stephen continued "We'll keep him busy; you and I. Here and at home. With no money and no time, he'll have no life of his own. You will need to find a way to deny him sex of course; frustration can turn the best of men into gibbering fools. For him, sex with you must be an honour and a privilege. Your satisfaction his only concern.

Lucy was listening raptly now.

" Then finally, when he accepts you as his superior, his owner if you will. You'll have him sign over everything he has, his property, his money, if he has any left, his rights, his very life to you. Convince him he's worthless, that everything that has gone wrong; everything that has happened to him is his own fault, and pleasing you is all he has left. He needs to believe he exists only to serve you ."

Stephen was finished, he spread his hands inviting a reply.

It was some speech.

Lucy was stunned, she was biting her bottom lip and squeezing her thighs together; she realised she was excited.

"Wow .....that's some plan, "she whispered .

Feeling slightly flushed she continued ,

"I get a doting slave and an enormous raise, it all sounds great if it works. But what exactly do you get?"

"I get you," again he held up a hand to forestall any protest.

"Oh don't worry, I don't want to fuck you , no, all I want is those beautiful lips around my cock whenever I say. That's my turn on. It's the power you see, the power to have the most beautiful woman in the company on her knees, sucking the cock of a man who would normally repulse her."

Lucy was quiet. she considered her position, if she declined Stephens plan she had no doubt whatsoever John and she would be fired.

She had spent her whole life getting just what she wanted; because she had learned to never to ask for too much.

Thus she had always been a success, and loosing her job would be a failure, a devastating failure, something she didn't think she could live with.

But if she accepted she would have a husband whom she loved dearly as a slave to serve her anyway she wanted, plus money to keep her secure for life.

All she had to do was agree to become this mans personal whore.

She studied Stephen, he was approaching sixty years old, and although he had clearly taken care of himself he still showed his age. He wasn't ugly but he certainly wasn't handsome.

Lucy knew she could never find him attractive or desire him.

But she knew she had to make a choice.

A choice which would change her life whichever way she decided.

She loved John so much. But surely him being a slave to her was more preferable than failure.

Besides, she reasoned that accepting Stephens proposition might buy her time to think of an way out of this.

Terrified of the alternative. She rose from her seat and walked slowly around Stephen's desk, she held out her hand to him formally.

" It's a deal," she said.

Stephen took her hand with a triumphant smile and pulled her down and toward him.

Lucy guessed what he wanted: a sample of his payment.

She sank slowly to her knees and with trembling fingers she undid his pants releasing his penis, he was already erect.

She felt disgusted with him and herself, but was determined not to let it show.

She was unsure whether to use her hand first or just take him in her mouth, she was not really that experienced at oral sex.

She was saved from making the decision when Stephen spoke.

"I want to see your breasts," He spoke decisively and Lucy knew it was an order, not a request.

She knelt back upright, staring at nothing, she undid the buttons and removed her shirt, she reached behind her and released her bra and let it slide off her arms.

She automatically covered herself with her hands.

He stared at her, silently waiting until at last she lowered her hands, exposing her breasts.

On her slim frame her thirty six C cup breasts looked bigger than they really were.

Stephen was fascinated by them and spent quite some time feeling and caressing them.

Lucy had her head flung back, her eyes closed.

She wanted Stephen to believe she was enjoying it.

Her hand had slid down between her legs and despite her initial feeling of disgust she knew she really was enjoying it.

Stephen pinched her right nipple hard with his left hand, he smiled as Lucy tensed in pain.

With his right hand he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her face toward his crotch.

Lucy had never really enjoyed giving oral sex to her husband, although she would do it occasionally if she was feeling really sexy.

Now she had to steel herself.

She opened her mouth as Stephen's penis seemed to rise up to meet her.

Her lips slid over the head stretching her jaws, her mouth glided down the thick shaft.

She fought back her gag reflex and forced herself to suck and lick as Stephen's hand controlled the bobbing of her head.

Soon he began to groan in pleasure. He pinched and twisted her nipple and Lucy felt his penis grow and pulse in her mouth.

Then his sperm was pumping into her throat.

She felt she would be sick, but managed to control herself.

He held her head hard against himself.

Unable to move or take her mouth from his penis she was forced to swallow it all.

At last it was over. But Lucy knew this was just the first of many times she would be drinking Stephens sperm.

She stood up and docilely allowed Stephen to dress her, he withheld her bra.

"I would prefer that from now on you wear stockings an went bra-less".

Again she instinctively knew it wasn't a request and nodded in acceptance.

"Yes sir," she answered quietly, looking at the floor.

On the first day of my new job I woke before Lucy and prepared breakfast.

We set off to work together like old times, though now Lucy was the boss and I was the subordinate.

I took up my position in my "office", it was no more than a store cupboard really, below ground with no windows and very stuffy and dusty.

I spent the first couple hours cleaning and organising my work place.

The work was boring, as I'd expected and I looked forward to the occasions when I was required to run errands, at least then I came into contact with other people and sometimes, Lucy would need me to fetch an old file for her.

I would feel so happy just to see her.

On the second day in my new job I entered her office with a document she needed.

I smiled and said cheerily "here you go Luce ."

She looked up from her work and spoke.

"Ah, John, I'm glad you're here, I need a word," she removed her reading glasses then continued.

" I really don't think you should call me by my name at work, it shows a lack of respect," she said it so bluntly, as though she were talking to an underling, which strictly speaking I was, but I was also her husband after all.

"What !!! I'm your husband, how can I not use your name?" I felt shocked and insulted.

She shrugged and clasped her hands as if in prayer.

"I'm really sorry, its not me, this comes from above. They feel it undermines my position, especially in front of clients," she explained.

"Okay Luce, just what am I supposed to call you," I snapped sarcastically.

" Oh John, please don't get huffy" she sounded sorry and I immediately felt bad

"I'm only passing on orders. Look, while we're at work why don't you address me just the same as everybody else does. You know, Ms Lester or ma,am, that should keep everybody happy I think."

Everybody but me I thought.

I wasn't happy but I knew Lucy was cornered so I shrugged, defeated.

"Okay then, ma,am it is."

The days passed, things at work got no more interesting. Then two weeks later I looked up from my work bench to see Amy: Lucy's assistant, holding a file out to me.

"Hello John, I need this sorted if you would," she said handing me the file.

I took the file and quickly looked at it to see where it should be stored.

I turned back to find Amy was still there, she had a wicked grin on her face.

She was twenty seven years old, slim and pretty, with shoulder length brown hair. We always got on very well together and playfully flirted with one another and today was no exception.

But soon I realised it was getting a bit too serious as Amy pressed up against me, trapping me against my bench, her lips were sucking on my neck.

"Whoa Amy. I think we need to calm down a little," I said, trying to extract myself from her questing hands.

"Oh come on John," her breath was hot in my ear "you know I've always wanted you and I think you fancy me. You were my boss then, but not now, so it'll be alright. Please? just once, nobody will ever know," she said as she started to undo my belt.

"No, I'm sorry Amy but I love Lucy. I really think you should go," I tried so hard to be firm with her. But it just seemed to make her more determined.

"No, not until you fuck me," she demanded, she pushed me hard back against the bench, she was much stronger than I had thought.

Before I could squirm out of her clutches she had her hand down my pants and grinned in triumph when she found I was already hard.

She kissed me. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and, I'm ashamed to admit, my resistance so easily dissolved.

I spun around with her in my arms, kissing her, and pushed her up against the work bench. She turned around, her back to me and bent over. Reaching back she pulled down her panties.

"Fuck me John, just fuck me," she gasped as she lay over the bench.

I was beyond caring. I unzipped my pants and freed my erect penis. I drove myself into her roughly, at the same time reaching out to hold her breasts, using them to pull her onto me.

The sex was rough, there was no tenderness; it was just lust for both of us and lasted only a few minutes. I pushed into her as hard as I could and held my position deep inside her as I climaxed.

I collapsed onto her back. We both laid there quite still, sweaty and breathing hard.

When we regained our composure, Amy stood up. She kissed my lips passionately.

"Thank you, I've always wanted to do that. Maybe we can do it again sometime," she whispered close to my ear.

She stepped back and smiled at me. She then pressed her discarded panties into my hand.

She blew me a kiss and with a wave, she left.

"Come in," Lucy responded to the knock at her office door.

Amy entered, Lucy looked over the top of her glasses at her.

"Ah Amy ....well, how did it go?" she asked eagerly when she saw her assistant.

Amy closed the door behind her and leaned back against the portal, she smiled widely.

"Perfectly, I did just as you told me," she reported.

Lucy smiled back at her and nodded. She relaxed into her chair.

"Good, good, now, I want you to take an hour and run an errand for me," she picked a sheet of paper from the top of the desk

"I need you to go to this address and pick up a package. Here's my card, you know the pin number."

Lucy handed over her card and the slip of paper. Amy read the address.

"Oh my gosh, it's an adult store !" she exclaimed.

"Yes well ....just get on with it. I have a call to make," Lucy said, she waved Amy away feeling embarrassed.

She reached for the phone. Amy knew she was dismissed and so turned and left.

"Hello Stephen, its Lucy. I need authority from you to collect a security tape, it concerns our little project," she said into the phone.

Stephen chuckled and answered

Of course my dear, you can have anything you want. Just collect it and tell them to call me for clearance. Oh, by the way, I'll need you in my office at three this afternoon to go over your oral presentation again, and see that you bring the tape with you. It could be something that I might want to see."


Part Two - Chastity

I sat at my bench in my "office" trying to beat the boredom.

The phone rang: it was Amy. She told me to report to Lucy's office.

I hurried up the stairs excitedly; looking forward to seeing my wife. I knocked and entered her office with a smile on my face. This soon changed when I saw her stern expression.

"You wanted me ma,am?" I asked.

"Yes John, I do. I want you to see something," she answered coldly.

Something was obviously wrong. I stood and watched as Lucy picked up a remote control from her desk and pressed a button. The TV screen to one side of the room came to life. I recognised the scene immediately and groaned in dismay. The camera had recorded perfectly, every second of my adultery. I wondered briefly how I had missed the camera in my room.

"Well ?" Lucy asked.

"Its not what it looks like Luce," I regretted the words straight away. What the hell else could it look like?

"I've tried my best, I've gone out on a limb for you, risked my career, and this is how you repay me," she said.

"Lucy ...I'm sorry, I really am. Please believe me it was just this once; it will never happen again. I promise you, please, it meant nothing. Luce, " I pleaded with her knowing I had no defence.

"Don't call me Luce, only my husband calls me Luce. And I can't think of you as my husband at the moment," she said angrily.

"I don't know what to say, how to make you believe me. I love you, I'll do anything for you, anything you want, please just give me a chance, please Lucy....ma,am?" I was so desperate, I meant every word that I said.

"This is a sacking offence you know. I should have you both fired, and for the life of me I don't know why I don't?" she stood and walked over to switch the T.V. off .

" I've managed to keep it quiet, not for your sake but mine. I've never felt so humiliated in my life. I'm going to deal with this myself. If you can't control your dick maybe I can... here, catch," Lucy picked up a box from her desk and threw it at me, hard. I caught it at the second attempt.

I turned the box over in my hands to read the label.

"You can't be serious lu...ma,am. you can't expect me wear this?"

"I've never been more serious in my life. You can either put that on now or you can leave this office and our marriage. Then wait to hear from my lawyer."

She was angry, but then she appeared to slump and when she spoke again her tone was full of hurt.

"I love you John. But you've hurt me, you hurt me badly. I really don't know if I can ever trust you now. I need to know you are being true to me."

"But this! this is madness, where the hell did you get it from?" I held up the box, I was hoping it was all a joke.

"Where it came from doesn't matter, what matters is you wearing it to prove your love for me," she had regained her composure now and I could see she was set.

I could see no advantage in resisting. I knew I'd better play along and hope we could work our way through this.

"Okay Luce you win. I will wear it. I'll wear it because I love you and I'll prove it "

I opened the box to remove the male chastity device within and read the instructions.

I stared at her, trying to show some pride as I dropped my pants. Then holding my penis with one hand I eased the chrome mesh tube over and down the length of my flaccid prick.

An adjustable chrome band looped around the base of my cock and under my balls.

Following the instructions, I carefully adjusted the band to a snug fit where it locked in place.

The cage was not too tight and about an inch longer than my limp penis. But I realised that as soon as I achieved an erection it would be so tight as to be agony.

"Give me the keys," Lucy demanded holding out her hand.

I shuffled over to her with my pants around my ankles. Lucy had seen me naked hundreds of times, but I had never felt so embarrassed as I did at that moment.

"I'll be working late today so I'll need the car. You'll have to take the bus home and you can sleep in the spare room tonight," she said as she dropped the small chrome keys into her bag, she indicated that the discussion was over by turning her back to me.

I could think of nothing else to say, so I pulled my up pants and left.

"Amy can you come in here please?"

Amy responded to Lucy's summons and entered her office. She waited for her boss to speak.

"I've fitted my husband with a chastity device which he'll wear for the foreseeable future," Lucy said plainly, looking out of the window.

"Now, the question is, what are we going to do about you? " she added.

"But I only did what you told me to do," Amy objected.

Lucy spun around to face the younger woman.

"Do you think that excuses you of fucking my husband. Remove your panties now," Lucy ordered.

"I don't have any on. I gave them to John like you said, remember?" the younger girl answered sarcastically.

Lucy strode quickly around her desk and slapped Amy's face hard.

Amy staggered back holding her cheek, she could feel her eyes welling up.

"Don't you fucking dare talk back to me you little slut. I'll beat the living shit out of you," Lucy threatened,

"Now, put this on," she added passing the crying girl a package which she had picked up from the desk.

Amy saw immediately that it was a chastity belt, and through her tears she looked at Lucy and pleaded.

"I'm sorry ma,am, I did my best, please, what about my boyfriend?"

"Fuck your boyfriend, or then again you won't be able to, will you ?" Lucy laughed at her own pathetic joke.

Amy knew she wouldn't win this argument. Lucy's demeanour left her little choice.

She lifted her skirt and began to attach the belt. Lucy watched with a lascivious smile on her face knowing how excited it made Amy to be dominated this way.

"I'll hold the key to that," Lucy said , holding out her hand,

"I'll have control of that hot little pussy of yours. It might be interesting to see how long it takes you to beg me for some release," Lucy smiled evilly. It was such a turn on: she controlled not only her husbands, but little Amy's sex life as well.

She thought back, she was so reluctant to take part in Stephen's plan at first. She still wasn't happy about treating John so badly, but he made it so easy, "why wouldn't he fight back?" she wondered.

Now, because she had tasted power over him, and not to mention Amy, she found she was feeling as horny as hell.

Suddenly she had a wicked idea. She licked her lips and slyly pressed her crotch against the edge of the desk.

"Actually, you could start working your way into my good books right now if you want?" she said teasingly.

Amy was crying softly as she looked at her tormenter.

"H..how?" she asked through her tears.

Lucy sat down in her chair and swivelled round to face her victim. She parted her legs slightly and slid the bottom of her skirt up her thighs revealing her stocking tops.

"Why don't you get on your hands and knees and crawl over here, maybe you can show me what you can do".

Amy sank slowly to her knees. She knew exactly what Lucy wanted and she knew just how to do it.

She felt light headed as she crawled across the room.

She had been made to act the slut with John, then locked into a chastity belt, now she was about to eat her bosses pussy.

She could feel her heart beating in her chest.

As she reached Lucy she could see she had already removed her panties, her swollen labia glistened beneath the wisps of pubic hair.

Amy leaned forward and kissed Lucy's nylon clad knees and slowly kissed her way up the inside of her thighs.

Just an inch from Lucy's pussy lips Amy breathed deeply and groaned, "oh god this is heaven," she thought, not so much what she was doing but the simple fact that she was being dominated.

It was almost enough to give her an orgasm there and then.

Lucy gasped as Amy kissed her thighs. She pulled her skirt higher and spread her legs apart.

With one hand cupping her breast she stroked Amy's hair with the other, she gasped again and tensed when Amy's tongue made contact with her pussy, "shit! this girl was good!" she thought.

Lucy had surprised herself: she had never before had any lesbian feelings.

She was sure could never bring herself to lick another woman like Amy was doing. But she could see nothing wrong with having a woman between her legs, it didn't matter whose tongue was inside her, as long as she was getting the benefit.

She was feeling high on power, punishing John and having Amy debase herself for her pleasure was having an unexpected effect on her.

Stephen was right: power was the ultimate turn on.

Lucy had slid down on her chair, her legs were wide apart, she had one foot hooked around Amy's back. The girls face was buried deep into Lucy's crotch.

She licked and sucked greedily. Lucy had already had one orgasm and now approached her second.

Her blouse was open as she kneaded her braless breasts, she clamped her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, she squeezed and pulled as hard as she could bear as her climax overwhelmed her.

She pulled Amy's head hard into herself, then as her orgasm subsided she felt the licking become uncomfortable.

She pushed Amy away and sagged back into her seat panting.

Amy sat back on her ankles and watched Lucy's wet pussy pulse.

Lucy sighed contentedly, "just wait until Stephen heard about this" she thought, "but then again why should he, perhaps this will my secret pleasure," smiling to herself she sat up and gestured for Amy to rise.

"I believe you have work to do," she said and turned to her desk.

Amy knew she was dismissed and silently left the office feeling oh so horny and frustrated.

As I sat at my bench I considered my situation.

I asked myself what the hell had just happened?

I'd arrived at work this morning as usual. Now less than five hours later I was an adulterer locked in a stupid chastity belt, my marriage threatened.

But then I realised it wasn't just today. My life seemed to have gone from bad to worse ever since I had lost my job.

Every week something new seemed to happen to push me deeper into the shit and I didn't have any idea what I could do to stop it.

My only constant, I realised, was Lucy. She had never stopped supporting me, she was always there when I needed her, and how had I rewarded her? by fucking the first woman who came along.

She was right not to trust me. I deserved to wear the chastity belt. I was the one in the wrong.

I had to make it up to her somehow, to prove my love for her.

I decided, that's where I would start.

I would make it my top priority. I would be the perfect, the most loyal and attentive husband.

Nothing would be too much for her, she deserved only the best. After all, I had gotten myself into this mess, Lucy was just an innocent victim being pulled down with me, wasn't she?

For the following week things slowly improved between us.

The first couple of days the atmosphere was very frosty, but I made sure I did everything I could to please her.

One evening I fetched her a glass of wine and sat opposite her and tried to explain my feelings. I didn't ask her to forgive me or try to make excuses for myself.

I told her it was all my fault and I would work as hard as I could to become worthy of her trust again, to be her husband again. I told her I would agree to whatever she wanted. I would even wear the chastity belt for as long as it took for her to believe I would not stray again.

" I love you Lucy, and only you. I don't want to lose you. You are everything to me and I'll do whatever it takes to keep us together," I really wanted her to know how hard I was trying.

But right on cue fate reared up and kicked me in the balls again.

I was at my work bench when Barbara knocked on the door frame, my room wasn't important enough to warrant an actual door.

"Hi John er ....I need to speak to you, do you have a minute?" she asked nervously.

"Oh hi Barb, yeah anytime," I'd always liked Barbara. She always seemed to have time for you and she never said anything bad about anybody. But something in her face today told me all wasn't right.

"Yes well, its just that... You see our budgets didn't work out quite as we expected and we need to lose some paid hours somewhere," she flapped her hands as she thought how to compose what she wanted to say

"We really don't want to release anyone. But in order to save jobs we need to cut the hours of some non essential personnel and well its....," she dropped her hands to her sides, she didn't know how to say it, but she didn't really have to.

"Its okay Barb. I think I know what your trying to say: I'm one of the non essential staff, right?" I was already resigned, and slumped in my chair.

"I'm sorry John. I was given a list of personnel affected and instructions as to revised hours. I'm afraid you have been cut to three hours a day starting Monday. I'm really so sorry" ( she thought it best not to mention that John's was the only name on the list).

She had tears in her eyes as she left and strangely I felt sorry for her despite me being the one loosing time and money.

I felt like just lying down and giving up.

But then I thought of Lucy and all she had had to go through and I knew I had to be strong for her sake.

But wait a minute!

Lucy!

I would have to go see her, tell her what had happened. Maybe she could pull some strings for me?.

"Yes, I'd heard all about it. But not in time to warn you. I did what I could, but you know? its not up to me," Lucy shrugged her shoulders as John stood before her desk. Then she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desktop.

"What's worrying me though, given your recent behaviour: is the fact that you'll be finishing work at noon. What are you going to be doing with yourself with all that spare time?" she raised an eyebrow at John.

She didn't seem very concerned that he had had his hours cut. John felt disappointed by her attitude, but he knew the situation wasn't her fault and causing a scene wouldn't help him.

"I guess I'll carry on trying to find a better job. I swear ma,am, there's no way I'll do anything stupid like I did before," he promised.

"I do so want to believe you John, but you know what they say: bored hands lead to a bored mind," she said.

"I promise ma,am, I'll keep busy. Hey! how about I take over the cleaning and other stuff. We could even save money if we didn't have a housekeeper," John appeared pleased with his sudden idea.

Lucy had to turn away as if she were considering his proposal. She didn't want John to see her smile.

She had to stop herself laughing out loud.

How lucky could she be? she had been trying to think of a way to persuade John to agree to her plan and here he was putting forward the very idea himself.

Her mind drifted back to just two days before.

Stephen twisted the clamp on Lucy's nipple, he was smiling cruelly as her eyes screwed up in pain.

He had lately started playing sadistic little games with her.

No longer satisfied in a simple blow job, he now liked to humiliate her or torture her breasts, always her breasts, before she took him in her mouth.

In truth it was never unbearably painful, so Lucy went along with it, though she knew she didn't really have a choice.

As she worked at enslaving her husband, so Stephen had ensured that she was becoming more subservient to him.

She kept telling herself that it was only temporary, but she seemed to slip more and more under his spell. Then each time Stephen demanded something of her, Lucy would take it out on John or Amy.

And she always felt so guilty afterwards, especially as she became more aroused the worse she treated them.

Now standing in front of her kneeling form, Stephen held onto the clamps crushing her nipples and used them to guide Lucy's mouth toward his erect penis.

She opened her jaws automatically and took him deep into her throat, just how she knew he liked it, how he had trained her.

Indeed with all the practice he was giving her recently they both thought she had become an expert cocksucker and he never missed an opportunity to tell her so, even addressing emails to her as "my number one cocksucking whore".

She had learned to control her gag reflex as he forced his way deep into the back of her throat.

He held her head in place with a handful of hair as he filled her mouth with hot cum.

Lucy swallowed it all and then cleaned him with her mouth and tongue as he had taught her to do so.

Stephen sat at his desk as he pushed his flaccid penis back into his pants.

Lucy stood at the cocktail cabinet by the window overlooking the city.

She poured two glasses of juice, passed one to Stephen, and naked apart from her four inch heels ,stockings and nipple clamps, she raised her glass to wash away the salty taste in her mouth.

"I have a couple of things I need," she said as she sat on the corner of his desk.

"You can have just about anything you want my dear," Stephen replied.

She knew he was always in a good mood after one of their sessions, still feeling aroused herself, she briefly wondered why he never wanted to have sex her, not that she'd want him to, but as usual Stephen had used her for only his own gratification, never even considering that Lucy might like to have an orgasm of her own.

"Oh well, never mind," she thought. She could always use her fingers when she returned to her office, or maybe Amy's mouth or Johns.

Yes, that would be good, John would think it an honour to lick her now, or even better she could summon Barry in to fuck her, then have John lick her used pussy, see whether he would realise he was swallowing her lovers cum.

She felt herself tingle with the thought.

"So my dear, what is it you want?" Stephen pressed.

Lucy jumped as she returned from her musings.

" Ah yes right, well, first I need to tell you that I recently started an affair with Barry Cooper, one of my agents. I know I don't have to ask your permission strictly speaking, but I thought because of our special relationship I should have your consent," she said.

"Yes, you did the right thing. I have no reason to object to whoever you want to see but I don't like to be kept in the dark," he warned her, then added "so yes, you can have my consent, but you must remember, my needs and desires are your main priority. I shall still expect you to drop whatever you're doing whenever I summon you. You belong to me now and you must always remember that. Besides, making your husband a cuckold can only be seen as progress. Now was there anything else?" he raised his brows in question.

Lucy thought he was going too far to say he owned her. But then she admitted to herself that she would likely do whatever he told her to do, so, yes, he probably did own her.

"Yes" she replied "I think its time for John to become more domesticated. I would like you to cut his time to three hours a day. That way he can be at home doing chores. I thought it might be interesting to have him under the supervision of our daily cleaner," she said

"Consider it done. By the way, how is my idea of the chastity tube working?" he asked as he idly tweaked Lucy's nipple.

"Oh, just perfect, he actually offered to wear it for as long as I want him to," she laughed, trying to hide the pain caused by his playing with her nipple clamps.

Lynn sat nervously waiting for Lucy to come home.

Her employer had phoned her, Lucy wanted to speak to her. She was worried and hoped she wasn't going to lose her job.

Although she was only a housekeeper, she liked her job, she liked John and Lucy too.

This was the only job she had been able to find since leaving college two years previously, she really didn't like the idea of being unemployed again.

She stood up and clasped her hands in front of her as she heard Lucy's Lexus pull into the drive.

When the front door opened, Lucy smiled, and seeing the worried look on Lynn's face immediately tried to reassure her.

"Don't look so glum, I just need to discuss something important with you, please sit down, " Lucy said as she herself sat next to Lynn on the sofa.

"Now you may have noticed some changes occurring around here lately?" she said once she was settled.

"Yes, I knew John had lost his job but ....." Lynn started to speak, but didn't like to be too personal.

"Well yes, that's right, now though, it seems his hours are to be cut and I thought rather than sitting around all day he could take over your duties," Lucy explained.

She saw Lynn's face drop and reached across the sofa, laying her hand on the girls knee to reassure her.

"Oh don't worry, I'm not letting you go, oh no. I need you here more than ever now. I'm merely changing your status. He's only a man after all, and what do men know about housework?" she chuckled .

"No, what I plan is for John to do your job while you supervise him. It will actually be a promotion for you. Of course it will mean I'll need to give you a raise but we can sort the details out later," Lucy said smiling as she patted Lynn's thigh.

"But I don't understand, Johns my boss. I don't see how I can supervise him," Lynn said, puzzled.

"No Lynn. I am your boss now and starting from Monday, to all intents and purposes you will be John's boss," Lucy laid it out as plainly as she could.

Lynn still had her doubts.

"And John doesn't mind? I mean it all seems such a strange situation," she asked.

"Ah, well. John doesn't actually know yet ," Lucy told her " but you leave that to me, I'll make sure he sees sense. The thing is, our relationship is changing," she confided

"since John lost his job, well, lets just say I have taken over the role as head of the household. I am after all the breadwinner now, and well, to tell you the truth I found out John cheated on me. So I need to know that he's kept too busy to do it again. And it would be useful for me to have someone I can trust keep an eye on him while I'm not here. And I want that someone to be you, So what do you say?" Lucy looked at her housekeeper hopefully.

Lynn was both stunned and flattered.

She really wasn't sure how to answer

"ummm, I don't know, it just seems so bizarre, what if John refuses to listen to me?"

"He won't, believe me," Lucy told her earnestly

"after I've explained the situation to him he'll be as good as gold," she said gripping Lynn's knee.

Lucy gave Lynn one of her best smiles.

Lynn nodded "Okay, why not, I'll give it a try."

"Splendid, now here's what we do............

"You must be joking. I don't mind doing the housework, but being told what to do by a twenty year old girl, in my own house no less, well .... its, its ridiculous,"

I was angry.

We were standing in the kitchen. I had been cooking a Curry when Lucy broke the news of our new cleaning arrangements.

"Oh don't be so melodramatic, its just an arrangement. It doesn't really mean anything. I am not going to fire Lynn when she has done nothing wrong, she's a damn good housekeeper. You on the other hand haven't a clue, even you must admit that? so it makes sense if you think about it. All you need to do is a few household chores and Lynn can show you the best way to do them. Surely you're not too proud to take instruction from a younger person. You used to boss people twice your age. Besides it was your idea to do the cleaning in the first place."

I felt chastened.

I had indeed suggested the idea. So I was in no position to complain, but to be under the supervision of Lynn was just simply embarrassing.

But as Lucy had said, it was only for basic instruction, so I decided I should bite the bullet and agree.

"Okay, I'll do it. But its only temporary right?"

"Of course. It'll only be for as long as I think you need someone in charge of you," she told me as she stroked my cheek.

I didn't like the phrase" in charge of" but I let it slide. Besides it had now been close to two weeks since Lucy had locked me into chastity and I hoped my compliance would lead to my release, even if it were only long enough to have sex with my gorgeous wife again.

The following Monday I worked my three hours, then as Lucy would need her car, I caught the bus home.

As I entered the house I found Lynn sitting in the kitchen writing on a note pad.

"Hi Lynn, I'm here, reporting for duty," I said, trying to make light of the situation.

"Oh hi John. Be with you in just a sec," she replied.

I nipped up to the spare room, where I had been banished for the last several days to change my clothes. When I returned Lynn held out a sheet of paper to me.

She looked embarrassed as she said

"I've made a list of the jobs that need to be done today. Its best, I've found, if you do them in that order, um...Lucy asked me to keep an eye on you to begin with, just until you know how to do things. Also she left me this" she appeared as unhappy with this situation as I was as she handed me another piece of paper.

"It's a list of jobs Lucy would like done while you are at home. But I think they need to wait till after the housework is finished, so.....lets start shall we," she said and began fetching the equipment I would need to begin my job as a domestic drudge.

I had to work hard and I was always aware and uncomfortable of Lynn watching me.

I was determined not to make mistakes, but even so, she was forced to instruct me on several occasions when I did something wrong or my efforts were not good enough.

She was obviously nervous whenever she had to point out my faults and in a strange way I felt sorry for her.

By five o'clock I was finally finished and I slumped tiredly into a chair with a well deserved beer.

"Okay, I'm off now, I'll see you tomorrow. I shouldn't drink too much of that," she pointed at the bottle in my hand "Tuesdays are pretty hectic, bye," she waved and closed the door as she left.

I scowled at her back. She had just watched and criticised me all afternoon, and she hadn't lifted a finger to help, but I knew I was being petulant. Lynn had done this job almost every day for the last two years so who was I to complain?

I fished Lucy's list from my pocket and read it.

There were lots of small jobs, fix this, hang that. I swigged the last of my beer and thought "the hell with it," if she wants the jobs done, let her do them herself.

But after a few minutes I decided "what the hell, I might as well do something just to stop me being bored."

I groaned as I levered myself out of the chair.

I went to the garage to fetch my tools and I knew deep down inside that I was scared of what Lucy might say if I didn't do as she said.

As the days passed I grew into the routine and became faster and more efficient at my work.

At the same time Lynn became more confident in her new position.

She seemed to find it increasingly easy to give me instructions and I felt she was actually enjoying having authority over me.

More and more she would give me my schedule for the day then spend her time relaxing on the patio or watching TV, sometimes she would go shopping or visit friends, she even had friends visit her in my house and all the time I would be hard at work while Lynn acted as if she owned the place.

I took the decision to speak to Lucy about Lynn's lack of effort.

Not realising that this would lead to even more humiliation and my first punishment.

But I would also receive a reward.


Part Three - Punished

I was forced to bide my time for a few days as Lucy had started to work late quite a lot.

Also she was often away at meetings with clients, most times staying overnight or occasionally for the whole weekend, so she would invariably claim to be too tired or stressed to deal with my so called trivial problems.

But then one Friday Lucy announced she would be home on time.

I was determined to discuss my situation with her that evening.

She arrived home and flopped into an armchair.

I opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses, as I handed one to Lucy she kicked off her shoes and said

"oh thank you darling, just what I need. Oh babe be a hon. would you and give my feet a massage,"

I swallowed a mouthful of wine and knelt before her. I lifted her stocking covered feet onto my lap and begun to massage them, accompanied by oohh,s and aah,s of relief from my wife.

"Luce, can we talk about a couple of things?" I asked as she lay her head on the back of the armchair.

She looked down at me with curiosity but said nothing so I continued.

"First, its about Lynn," I said

"What about Lynn?" she asked .

"Well....its just..... I like Lynn, don't get me wrong, but I'm not sure about the current arrangement," I said hesitantly.

Lucy sighed "what's wrong John? come on spit it out."

"Well ... I think she's taking advantage. I do all the work and she doesn't seem to do anything,"

I saw that Lucy was about to interrupt so I continued quickly.

" I know I agreed to do it all, that's not what I'm complaining about. But she just spends her day lounging, watching TV or something. Sometimes she goes shopping or visits friends. She's even had friends around here! They seem to believe its her house and I'm the hired help. Lynn doesn't correct them, she just acts like the lady of the house. She even serves them our wine and food. And then at the end of the day she'll tour the house inspecting my work."

I shook my head as if in disappointment.

"I really do wonder if we need her. I know I sound like I'm moaning but I really think she's taking advantage of your good nature," I took a breath, I had said my bit.

Lucy sat up, she leaned toward me and told me.

"I can see your point. But the thing is, Lynn and I have already spoken about this very problem."

I looked up in surprise, Lucy continued,

"The poor girl confided in me: she only acts like that because she feels uncomfortable with supervising you. And I can understand what she means. Because she has no real authority she finds it hard to instruct you, but acting like she does actually shows authority if you think about it. People in authority should take advantage of their position, don't you agree?" she leaned forward to emphasize her point.

"Therefore I think we only need to tweak the situation a bit. Now ....as I've already said, I'm unwilling to let Lynn go, so I think that from now on you should regard Lynn as your boss," she held up her hand, palm facing me to ward off my protest and continued

"Its only for convenience. But by giving Lynn this control I think things will run all the more smoothly. So in a nutshell, whenever Lynn and you are together, Lynn will be in command, and you should show her the respect due to her. If she wants you to do something, you should do it. If she wants to go out or entertain friends then that's her prerogative. None of this should really affect the way things are now, but at least it will clarify everybody's position," she rested back on her seat.

" Oh, and I think you should start by addressing her correctly. um......Miss Richards or maybe just Miss I think would be appropriate. Also I suggest you don't initiate conversation. Remember she is your superior, and should be treated as such. I'm sure if we all work together on this, things will run a lot smoother, don't you agree? There that's sorted. Now what was the second thing you wanted to talk about?"

I knelt on the floor stunned, completely speechless, what the blazers had just happened?

I'm not completely sure I understood half of what Lucy had just said but I knew one thing: somehow I had just been relegated to the role of a servant in my own house, under the control of our former cleaner no less.

And even worse, I couldn't find a single argument against it.

I held Lucy's feet and stared into space with my mouth agape.

"Well? "Lucy said nudging me with her foot.

I looked up at her.

"What...oh..um yes....I'm sorry....um its well.... Its this," I stuttered. I pointed with the fingers of both hands indicating my crotch, I couldn't think of what to say.

"Your manhood you mean?" Lucy asked with an amused smile.

I nodded dumbly, I was still trying to comprehend all that had just been said.

"Well what about it?" she pressed.

I finally managed to find my voice.

"its this cage. I've had it on for weeks now. Please can you take it off. I swear I've learned my lesson, I won't do anything like that ever again. Please Lucy," I felt pathetic, like a whining child, but I was desperate.

"I really want to John. But can I believe you?" she said.

I thought I could detect some hope in her reply.

"Oh yes Luce, please believe me. Look, I'll do anything you want, I promise. I'll cook, clean, I'll wait on you, I'll wait on Lynn if you tell me to. I just need to get this thing off. Even if its only for a while. Say... how about this? If you take this cage off for one night I promise to wear it again in the morning. And I'll agree to obey any orders you or Lynn give me. Hey ...how about it. Come on please Luce," I pleaded pathetically, but I felt hopeful as Lucy seemed to consider my proposal.

Then she looked at me sternly and spoke.

"I don't want to be made a fool of. If I agree to this it must be on my terms, Okay?"

"Yes anything," I agreed eagerly.

She smiled warmly down at me and held out her hand, she pulled me to my feet and kissed me tenderly.

"Lets go to bed," she said and led me from the room.

I was so pleased and excited.

I was as hard as a rock and it was agony as my penis strained against its metal cage.

But I didn't mind, I was just so grateful for this small favour she was giving me.

I felt like a child as she led me upstairs.

I briefly thought about how things had changed. Lucy seemed so sure of herself now, I on the other hand couldn't seem to do anything right unless I was under instruction.

We entered Lucy's bedroom ( strange how I now thought of it as Lucy's room) and she turned and kissed me deeply. I could tell how turned on she was, her lips were soft and hot and felt swollen against my mouth.

My penis seemed to grow larger and I groaned with the pain.

Lucy pulled away, she had a wicked smile on her face as she pushed me backwards onto the bed

"stay there, " she commanded huskily.

I watched her open a drawer and pull out a handful of her stockings. She knelt on the bed and gently pushed against my chest

"lie back, there's something I want to try," she said,

Within a minute I found my hands tied to the wooden headboard.

Lucy stood back and looked down at me. She ran her hands over her breasts and down to her crotch.

Her hair was wild as she caressed herself.

She licked her lips as she grabbed the front of her shirt, with one swift yank she ripped it open, sending buttons flying across the bedroom. She swung her hips seductively as she slid her skirt off, her panties soon followed.

I strained my neck to watch her and realised Lucy had been braless, but not only that, she wore stockings and had shaved her pussy, when had that happened?

But I realised I hadn't seen Lucy naked since I had cheated with Amy.

Wearing just hold up stockings, Lucy crawled onto the bed and above me.

She grabbed my shirt and repeated the ripping process baring my chest. She stroked my face and ran her hands down my body scoring my skin with her nails.

She undid my pants and pulled them off my legs, she slowly slid my shorts down exposing me completely, she was biting her bottom lip as she looked at my trapped penis.

"My god, that looks so painful, I never realised!" she exclaimed in a whisper,

"tell me about it," I thought as she stroked me,

"you know, I kind of like it like that, the way it's trying to burst out, perhaps I should keep it that way for ever," she teased me, smiling evilly.

"Oh god please no, take it off please?" I felt the beginnings of panic.

She laid on her side supported on one elbow, her head level with my waist, she ran the nail of her index finger up and down my straining cock.

"mmm.... I suppose I could take it off, but what do I get out of it?"

I wasn't sure what she meant

"I don't understand. You can have anything you want. Just say the word."

"You should be careful, you don't know what I might ask for," her stroking was driving me mad.

"I don't care. I'll give you anything you want, I'll do anything you tell me. I just want it off Luce, I just want to make love to you again. Please, even if its only for a while?" I pleaded.

She grinned and moved up the bed, her tongue slid across my lips as she gently stroked my cock.

"Will you let me punish you?" she asked in a husky voice.

"Wh....why would you want to?" I stammered.

She looked me in the eyes "You cheated on me remember."

"But what about this cage?" I protested.

"Oh silly, that's prevention, its not punishment. You still have to pay for your mistake," she licked her lips sexily.

It certainly felt like punishment to me! but I said "what sort of punishment did you have in mind?"

I didn't know if I should be worried or not.

"Oh nothing serious, just something to remind you to behave, "

"Will you take this thing off if I agree?" I wanted some sort of deal.

"Hold on tiger, I'm not finished," she said quickly "I'll remove your cage and then I'll give you the best night of your life, but you must agree to my terms," she said as she begun painfully squeezing my cock, it was a beautiful agony.

I could not resist, she had me just where she wanted me, I would agree to anything now, so that's what I told her

"oh god, oh god yes, anything."

"You haven't heard my terms yet," she said and nibbled on my nipple.

"I don't care, I agree," I gasped.

She carried on as if I hadn't spoken

"Your cock will go back into its little prison tomorrow at noon. And as you suggested, you must agree to do whatever I tell you and I will have the right to punish you should you need it," she held my cock in her fist, her thumb stroked around the head as she waited for me to answer.

I was getting so desperate I had trouble finding my voice.

"What sort of things will you want me to do?" I croaked.

She didn't answer at first, instead she lowered her head and took me into her mouth sucking gently.

It was all to much.

I didn't care about the future.

I just had to get that fucking cage off.

"Oh fuck Lucy, yes I agree to everything, whatever you want," I almost shouted.

With her lips still touching the head of my cock she said,

"and when I'm not here do you agree to let Lynn discipline you if she needs to?"

I heard the words and knew I shouldn't agree, but Lucy's mouth was around my cock again and I had no will of my own anymore.

"Yes yes I accept all your terms, everything you've said, I agree to it all. Please stop teasing me Luce? I promise to do anything you say. I really want to make you happy,"

I thought I would cry with frustration.

She climbed off the bed and said "turn over."

She grabbed my ankles and helped me to turn.

Once I was laying on my front she tied my feet to the bottom corners of the bed.

I was wondering what she had in mind when pain suddenly exploded in my ass.

"Aghh, Jesus Lucy what the hell?" I shouted.

I managed to turn my head to see her standing with a long handled wooden spoon in her hand.

She grinned as she swung again, stinging my other buttock.

"Aghh, ouch Lucy, what are you doing? that bloody hurts. Stop it will you?" I whined.

"You agreed to be punished so be quiet," she snapped.

I was about to complain when she climbed on the bed, straddling me she pulled my head back and forced something into my mouth.

I quickly realised it was her discarded panties.

With her mouth close to my ear she told me,

"Now, you will take your punishment in silence. If you spit those out I'll start over from the beginning," With that, she resumed the spanking.

It hurt like hell, my ass was on fire but tied as I was I couldn't dodge a single stroke.

I don't know how many times she struck me but it must have been in the twenties.

The pain built and I could no longer distinguish between individual strikes, it became just one burning agony.

Just when I felt I could bare it no longer, I heard Lucy scream.

I managed to turn my head enough to look just as she threw the spoon down.

She had a wild expression on her face.

She began slapping me with both her hands as fast as she could swing her arms.

It was all too much for me.

I spat out the panties and screamed like a child, "noooooo....no more, please Lucy stop, please please please no more?"

She suddenly stopped. I was so relieved but I was also scared.

Would she be angry that I had spat out the gag and start over?

I felt so helpless, I had no way to resist anything she wanted to do.

I could feel tears in my eyes as I begged

"I'm sorry Lucy please? I couldn't stand anymore, it hurts so much. Please? I've learned my lesson. Please don't hurt me again? I promise I'll be good. I'll do anything you want, please don't start again?"

I was on the verge of panic again.

As I was pleading with her I felt her cut through the nylons holding my feet with nail scissors.

She rolled me onto my back.

The breath was knocked out of me as she literally dived on top of me.

She began kissing me fiercely as she ground her crotch against mine.

I think she must have realised then that the spanking had killed my erection because she slid down my body and took me into her mouth again.

She was good, so very good. In under a minute I was hard again despite all my pain and suffering.

She climbed off the bed and picked something from the dresser. I saw it was the key to my cock cage and I almost cheered.

She unlocked and removed the cage, I wanted to cry with joy, but I groaned aloud as Lucy's mouth enveloped me once again.

I may not be the most well endowed man but I'm not small either and I watched Lucy take my whole length into her throat.

I was fascinated as she drew back to the head then swallowed me again until her lips were against my pubic hair.

I knew I couldn't stand much of this before I exploded. I could feel my orgasm building.

Lucy seemed to sense this as she withdrew her lips and clamped her thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock and squeezed: effectively stopping me from Cumming.

She continued like this for some time: first sucking me then squeezing me.

Something in the back of my mind wondered where Lucy had learned to deep throat and the squeezing technique but I was in paradise and ignored the thought.

With a lustful leer on her face she then straddled me.

She groaned loud and squeezed her breasts as she sank onto my erection and proceeded to ride me. Again I could feel myself building to orgasm.

"Don't you dare cum," Lucy gasped, but the way she was grinding her pussy on my cock left me no choice, after only a couple of minutes I exploded inside her.

My body convulsed, almost throwing Lucy off her perch. I sagged back gasping for breath.

Lucy kept riding me, then she must have felt me grow soft inside her because she lifted herself up and slid herself up my body. Her hairless pussy was above my face and with a groan of pleasure she lowered herself onto my mouth.

I had just cum heavily and wanted to just relax, but I knew Lucy hadn't climaxed and I wanted to satisfy her so I began licking and sucking her, accompanied by Lucy's groaning and encouragement.

I could taste the familiar flavour of Lucy's pussy and also my own cum as she started to rub her crotch over my face.

I was surprised when I could feel myself becoming hard again.

I was licking her deep, forcing my tongue as far inside as I could when she grabbed my hair with both hands.

She pulled my mouth hard into her pussy as she climaxed, flooding my throat with her juices.

She crushed my face into her so hard that I couldn't breathe, but still I fed on her, swallowing with enthusiasm.

She eventually climbed off me.

I lay gasping for breath, my face was wet with her juices.

I felt her hand wrap around my erection "mmmm... ready for more are we?" she said with a leer.

I didn't have the energy to answer, but she once again impaled herself on my stiff member.

"Lets make this one last shall we?" she said, slowly moving her hips up and down on top of me.

We made love tenderly, with her stroking and kissing me for a long time.

Then she began speeding up as her second orgasm approached.

She came intensely.

She didn't thrash about, but clung to me tightly, her mouth mashing my lips against my teeth.

She collapsed on top of me and held me for a long time, kissing my whole face tenderly.

She at last untied my hands and helped me to massage feeling back into them. Then we lay coated in sweat in one another's arms.

I was awakened a couple of hours later by Lucy nudging me,

"come on stud, we smell. I'll turn the shower on,"

I admired her perfect ass as she walked to the bathroom.

Under the shower we washed each other.

Lucy slowly kissed her way down my body until she knelt under the raining water, and with her wet red hair plastered to her face she took my hardness into her mouth and sucked me deep until I came again.

At that moment I felt as close to heaven as a person could without dieing.

We slept late on Saturday.

I awoke first and sneaked downstairs to prepare breakfast.

I fed Lucy toast and honey in bed. She smiled as she sucked the sticky substance from her finger,

"I love you," I told her "and I you," she replied

"do you want to fuck?" she asked.

I moved to her and we kissed, once more she sucked my cock, and I was again amazed how good it felt.

"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked as she moved her mouth away from my rock hard penis.

"Oh I don't know, perhaps I'm just a natural cocksucker," she said and giggled.

We made love, gently but with passion.

We both did all we could to please the other and I thought that despite the punishment or the cock cage or anything else Lucy decided to do to me, I would never stop loving her.

Lucy lay with her head on John's chest.

He was stroking her hair.

She loved John so very much. He was such a good and gentle man.

She felt guilty about what she had been doing to him. And it was at times like this that she wanted to stop all this slavery nonsense, but she knew she wouldn't.

No doubt later, she would think of some new torment for him and become so excited, she would be dizzy with the power she held over him.

Sometimes she wished John would fight back and she found herself becoming so angry with him when he meekly accepted the suffering and humiliation.

When she had punished him the evening before, part of her wanted him to free himself and take back control of their marriage.

But instead he had cried and begged.

She had wanted to shout at him to stand up for himself.

Instead she had lost her temper with him and then became even more aroused as she slapped him.

She felt slightly sad knowing that it was unlikely that anything now would stop her from turning her husband into a slave.

I felt the happiest I had been for weeks.

I was sitting on a recliner by the pool in the sun, enjoying life for the first time in weeks.

Lucy fetched me a beer.

She looked so sexy in her tiny white bikini, I became erect just looking at her.

She noticed the large bulge in my shorts and grinned. I moved my legs so she could sit with me.

I sipped my beer as she pulled down the top of my shorts.

Lowering her head she ran her tongue around the head of my erect penis.

It seemed to me that she couldn't get enough, but then neither could I.

It didn't take long. I couldn't stop myself: I came in her mouth. She raised her head, a stream of my cum ran down her chin.

With a sexy leer she scooped it up with her finger and sucked it clean.

I smiled, remembering how I used to have to beg her to give me oral sex, and of the handful of times she did, she would never allow me to cum in her mouth.

I was so happy and content at that moment.

I should have realised things could only go downhill.

Lucy stood up and picked something up from the floor, it was the cock cage.

"Oh no Luce, do we have to?" I complained as she placed the hated thing on my wilting penis.

I'm three inches taller than her, fifty pounds heavier and a whole lot stronger, but I sat meekly as she placed me in chastity once more.

"You know what we agreed, now don't go and spoil it," she said, she then began feeding my flaccid penis into its wire prison.

She locked it tight. Was it my imagination or did she fasten it much tighter than before?

She pulled my shorts back up, then giving my useless member a pat she walked away into the house.

I followed her inside and tried to talk to her "come on Luce, I thought we were alright again".

She turned to me with a weary expression

"Don't ruin everything John," she said "we had a wonderful night. And if locking you up makes you perform like that, I think you should wear your cage all the time,"

"But Lucy?"

"No John," she interrupted sternly "that's enough. We agreed, and I mean to keep the agreement. You've been spanked once and already have a black mark toward your second punishment. Now don't make it worse." she said.

"wh...what do you mean a black mark?" I was shocked and puzzled.

"I ordered you not to cum last night and you disobeyed me. And you spat my panties out when I expressly told you not to, oh you thought I had forgotten about that didn't you?" yes, I had hoped she had forgotten. She continued to lecture me

"Christ John, I do believe you want to be punished. Now, why don't you be quiet before you make matters worse. Surely you must have some chores to do or do you think you are going to sit around all day?" she turned away and marched into her office, shutting the door before I could compose a reply.

I had felt so good before, now I was deflated.

I was angry that she had conned me, but then I admitted to myself that she hadn't really, She had warned me as to what was going to happen.

I had agreed to everything that she had said and done. I had only myself to blame.

I made coffee and biscuits and took them into Lucy as a peace offering.

She sat at her desk typing on her computer

"I'm sorry Luce. I was wrong and you were right ....friends?" I asked.

She looked up and smiled "of course," she said

I put her coffee on her desk and stood behind her.

I kissed the top of her head. I noticed she had been writing an email to her boss Stephen.

I read over her shoulder.

"Hi Stephen. Just keeping you updated on our special project: its all coming along fine. I took a big step and made significant progress. I feel the end is in sight and we should come to a satisfactory conclusion sooner than we thought. I have some ideas in mind to further cement our position. I will fill you in on all the details on Monday.

Lucy.

P.S. If you require me to give you the full works could we meet sooner rather than later, as I have an overnight meeting. Thanks.

I put my arms around her neck and hugged her "you ,re always on the job Luce. Why not forget about work today and relax? after all, if you're working late Monday you'll need all the rest you can get".


Part Four - Isolation

At eleven o'clock on Monday morning, Lucy was at her desk. She had her computer open to a website of an adult store as she spoke on the phone.

" Yes okay, thanks. My assistant will come by within the next couple of hours to collect my order. Thank you and bye," she closed her phone and slumped back in her chair, gasping.

"You are such a bitch Amy. I'm sure you were doing that on purpose just to embarrass me," she said breathlessly.

She stroked the head of the woman kneeling between her thighs.

She was enjoying the sensation of Amy's tongue licking deep in her pussy.

Lucy kept telling herself she was not attracted to women, but this was becoming an almost daily occurrence.

She pulled Amy's head against her sopping crotch. She bit down on her knuckle to stop herself making too much noise as she climaxed into Amy's busy mouth.

"By god girl you're good at that. Almost good enough to turn me lesbian," she gasped and pushed Amy back onto her haunches.

Lucy composed herself and sat upright.

She straightened her skirt, "now, I want you to go to this address and collect the things I just ordered. Take my card. It should only take you an hour or so," she ordered the kneeling woman.

Amy took the offered card and still kneeling, looked up at her boss and asked "please ma,am, when will you take my chastity belt off? You keep saying you will and its been weeks now."

Lucy sighed "alright. I'll tell you what. You choose yourself a nice big dildo and if I'm impressed enough by your choice, I'll remove the belt and you can fuck yourself silly. Now scoot. I have arrangements to make".

An hour later Lucy knocked on Stephens door and entered his office.

Seeing he was on the phone, she quietly made her way around his desk and knelt beside his chair.

Stephen continued his telephone conversation as he roughly wound his hand into Lucy's hair and pulled her head down to his crotch.

Lucy bit her tongue to stop herself squealing: knowing Stephen would not be happy if she interrupted his call.

With her face buried in the crotch of his pants she managed to free her arms from her dress and pull the top down so as to expose her breasts the way she knew Stephen liked.

She struggled to undo his fly. She freed his erection which slapped against her cheek.

She was just able to twist her head enough to feed his penis into her mouth, but could only suck and use her tongue as Stephen held her head immobile.

She heard him hang up the phone and he pushed her head hard down, forcing himself deep into the back of her throat.

Lucy knew not to resist as he roughly fucked her face.

It was only a couple minutes until Stephen forced Lucy hard onto him with one hand, and crushed and twisted her breast painfully with the other. Then her mouth was flooded with cum.

He pushed her away. She stayed on her knees and licked a stray splash of sperm from her bottom lip.

She waited as Stephen got his breath back.

She had seen him like this before, it was plain he'd had some business problem and he had taken out his frustrations on her. He sighed and sat up straight. He leaned forward and began to playfully twist Lucy's nipples.

She knew then he was in a better mood.

"You wanted something my dear?" he asked

Lucy groaned in discomfort but pushed her sore breasts out for him to abuse,

"mmmmm.....yes. I just wanted to let you know that I'm planning a small party on Saturday, there will be a few friends, some food and drink and I have something planned that you might find amusing," she said ignoring the pain from her breasts

"Would this something involve your unfortunate husband by any chance?" he asked with a grin.

"Maybe," Lucy teased .

"I'll look forward to it. Until Saturday," Stephen said and with a final pinch of her nipples he turned away to carry on working.

Lucy knew she was dismissed. She stood to leave, her breasts naked until she reached the outer office.

Amy returned carrying a large box as Lucy sat down at her desk.

She grinned wickedly.

She still felt humiliated by Stephens treatment of her.

Now she had the perfect opportunity to take out her frustrations on someone else "come in Amy. Close the door. I'm so glad your back," she purred.

"Not another one please ma,am, they really hurt," Amy pleaded with Lucy as another rubber band was pulled over her breast and released with a snap "aaaaaaaagh please no more," she begged.

"Oh stop whining. I took your belt off didn't I?" Lucy smirked.

Lucy had kept her promise.

When Amy had placed the box on the floor, Lucy had opened it to find lots of shiny black leather with straps and buckles.

"Yum. This looks perfect. Now did you get yourself anything?" she enquired raising an eyebrow.

"What is all that ma,am?" Amy asked instead of answering the question.

"Never you mind. All will be revealed on Saturday evening at my party," Lucy told her.

"Oh I'm sorry ma,am but I don't think I will be able to make it: I have a date on Saturday"

"Not anymore you don't. I need you at my house, you are to be my maid," Lucy corrected her.

"But ma,am please ," Amy started.

"Shut up," Lucy snapped "you will do as you are told. Now show me what you bought for yourself?" she continued.

Amy slumped in defeat. She knew it was no use arguing. Lucy wouldn't relent, so she opened the bag she was holding to reveal an enormous dildo. She held it up and couldn't stop herself giggling.

"Very impressive I must say," Lucy said "now lets get your belt off. I want to see that monster inside you," she stood and approached Amy, licking her lips in anticipation.

Amy was shocked: she thought Lucy had been joking. She never imagined she would really have to fuck herself. If she had, she wouldn't have chosen such a big dildo.

"Come on, don't mess about, strip now," Lucy ordered.

Amy was pleased she was going to be free of this ghastly belt at last. But at what price?

Not wanting to rile Lucy any further she reluctantly began to undress.

In a couple of minutes Amy was naked and Lucy unlocked the belt.

Amy's hands immediately went to her crotch to massage the area denied her for so many weeks. Lucy slapped the girl's hands away.

"God you're such a slut. Now get down on your knees and spread your legs," Lucy commanded.

Amy reluctantly knelt and moved her knees apart.

She was nervous at what she knew was about to happen, but at the same time felt herself becoming aroused.

Lucy squatted before her victim and placed the dildo upright on the floor between Amys thighs

"lower yourself onto it," she said.

Amy pushed down slowly and tentatively.

She felt the artificial cock against her pussy.

She gasped as it began to stretch her, she knew it was too big

"oh no, I can't its to big," she cried.

"Don't be such a wuss. Maybe you just need encouragement," with that Lucy went to her desk and opened a drawer.

She had thought of something Stephen had done to her a couple of times. Now she could feel what it was like from the other side.

She placed a large bag of rubber bands on the floor.

Taking one, she stretched it, and placed it around the base of Amy's breast.

She then repeated the procedure with the other breast.

The elastic dug into the soft flesh forcing Amys boobs to swell.

It wasn't painful, but Lucy knew this was just the beginning.

Taking another band, she held it stretched over Amys left breast, then suddenly released the rubber to let it snap onto the tender flesh.

Amy squealed loud.

Lucy slapped her face "shut up slut. The quicker you get that cock buried inside you, the sooner I stop using these," she then emphasized the point by snapping a band onto Amy's other breast.

Tears ran freely down Amy's face as she struggled to force the dildo into herself.

Her breasts were so painful, it was hard to concentrate.

Very soon she had at least six bands of stinging elastic biting into each of her sore boobs.

Lucy had taken great delight in snapping each one onto Amy's tender flesh. she watched as Amys tits turned from white to red, then grow darker until they were almost mauve.

She found some smaller bands and had an idea: she managed to double them up and with some fiddling she placed them over Amys nipples.

Amy's body shook as she cried. Her breasts were a burning agony.

She felt she was being split in two by the dildo being forced inside her. And now her nipples stung unbearably.

"Sob...please...sob ...Lucy I can't do it, sob....please let me stop I beg, sob...you," she cried.

Lucy took Amys lower jaw in her hand and forced the poor girl to look into her face

"I've got hundreds of rubber bands here. So, do you think you can bury that thing inside you before I use them all, or not? because to be truthful, I'm having a whale of a time and if I run out of bands or can't find any flesh to put them on I'm sure I can think of something else to amuse me," she smiled evilly and picked up two more bands.

After another thirty minutes Amy had given up.

She could no longer force the dildo any deeper. As it was, there were about twelve inches inside her, but there were at least another six to go.

She conceded she could take no more.

Her breasts were distorted with what seemed like hundreds of rubber bands digging into her. The flesh was now purple with blue veins showing clearly.

Lucy though, had grown bored with torturing Amys tits.

She now snapped a band around the girls neck, to join the dozens of others digging into the flesh of Amy's head, pulling her face into a grotesque mask.

When Lucy realised Amy had stopped trying to force the dildo into herself, and now simply knelt accepting her torture, it stopped being fun.

She stroked Amys tear sodden face

"You tried my sweet. Maybe next time you will succeed. Now you just stay as you are while I remove the bands from your mouth, then after you lick me, I'll let you go," she whispered and ran her tongue across Amy's rubber band covered mouth.

Amy was fortunate in one respect: Lucy had been frustrated since her meeting with Stephen, and was now so aroused that she climaxed in just a couple of minutes.

She laid on the floor with her legs splayed lewdly as Amy sucked eagerly on he clitoris.

Satiated, Lucy then climbed wearily to her feet and collapsed onto her chair at her desk.

She nodded, giving Amy permission to remove the remainder of the bands and raise herself off the dildo.

Amy tried in vain to wipe her tears away as she gently pulled the bands from her head and breasts.

She gathered up her clothes and left the office naked as Lucy waved her away.

She was dismissed.

I wasn't really enjoying my life at that moment.

It seemed to be nothing but endless toil.

Most days I had to take the bus to work because Lucy would have to go straight to a meeting or suchlike. Then I would have to rush home later, again on the bus, to give me enough time to do all the chores that needed to be done.

There would always be a note from Lucy waiting for me, with instructions to do something that she had decided needed to be done.

It usually left me with very little time of my own, but how could I complain? I was bringing no real money into the house, and because of that, my lovely wife was having to work extra hard.

I really felt for her as she was working late more and more often, sometimes even staying overnight in an hotel or a colleagues home, leaving me lonely or at the tender mercies of Lynn.

I found the situation most strange.

Here was I, locked in a chastity belt, having to be almost constantly supervised because I had yet to regain Lucy's trust.

And bizarrely she had chosen a gorgeous nineteen year old to be alone with me for hours on end.

But then, what could I do locked up as I was? maybe this was some sort of test to see if I could be trusted. I wouldn't have been at all surprised if Lynn had Lucy's ear, reporting on any developments that may occur.

But I felt safe in that regard. I had already learned my lesson.

Besides, I loved Lucy and I never wanted to hurt her again.

Lynn though, was growing into her role: she no longer appeared unsure of herself whenever she made a decision or needed to reprimand me, and reprimand me she did.

She had no compunction in watching me work or inspecting my completed tasks down to the smallest detail.

I sometimes suspected she actually enjoyed finding fault with me. And when she did, she would have me do the whole job again.

I never argued, even though I thought she was wrong on most occasions.

I had given Lucy my word to obey Lynn.

Being bossed by a teenager in my own house was humiliating enough, I certainly didn't want to be punished by her as well. That was something else I regretted agreeing to.

So I kept quiet and did as I was told. Even waiting on her and her girlfriends when she commanded me to. I don't know what she had told them about our relationship, but her friends never hesitated in giving me commands and treating me like a servant.

Lynn had left for the day.

I had spent the last hour cleaning Lucy's bathroom, before collapsing into a chair with a cold beer.

I would have to start dinner soon, as Lucy would be home in about an hour.

I had taken only a mouthful of beer when the phone rang. The caller display showed it was Lucy, and I immediately perked up at the prospect of hearing her voice,

"hello Luce how's it going?" I asked cheerily.

"Not so well I'm afraid. It looks like we'll be hard at it for another few hours at least. I'm sorry to ask honey but would you do me a huge favour?" she sounded, to me, tied and overworked.

"Anything you want you just say the word, I'm yours to command," I laughed.

"Oh you're such a darling. Listen, poor old Barry has been at it non stop this evening. I think I've worn him out and the thing is, he's supposed to be going away later tonight and he needs his sports bag from his office. He was planning to collect some clean shorts and things from home but he won't have time now. So could you be a hon, and nip back to work to fetch his kit? He can then pick it up from you around ten o'clock after we finish here. Oh and if you wouldn't mind giving it a quick wash through that would be great?" she explained.

I slumped down in my chair.

It was going to be another lonely evening.

Washing some other guys dirty socks and jockstrap was the last thing I wanted to do, besides by the time I had travelled to the office and back, I'd be lucky to get any rest at all.

But then I reminded myself of all the things Lucy had done for me recently and I knew it would be churlish of me to refuse.

After all, she hadn't complained about the amount of work she was having to do.

"Okay Luce. I'll do what I can, but what about dinner?" I tried to sound as upbeat as possible.

"Oh, we have some sandwiches here. I think I'll be too tired to eat anyway. Why don't you get yourself something and we'll see you about ten. I'll make it up to you, I promise. I love you, " she finished.

"I love you too Luce. See you later," I closed the phone and sighed.

I poured my beer down the kitchen sink then found my shoes.

It was going to be a long night.

Lucy put down her phone and picked up her glass of champagne.

She took a sip and stroked the back of Barry's head as he gently sucked on her nipple.

He looked up at her, and moved up the king-size bed to kiss her lips.

'God, she was so sexy', he felt like the luckiest man in the world.

"Why do you stay with your husband if you hate him so much?" he asked her.

Lucy looked at him with a wrinkled brow "what on earth makes you think I hate John?"

"Well, look how you treat him: you lie to him, you cheat on him, you humiliate him...why?"

"I do those things because I love him of course. I love John more than anything in the world," she answered as though the reason was obvious.

"It just seems a strange way to love someone," Barry remarked.

"Its hard to explain," Lucy began as she sat up and spoke

"its well.....let me see. I'm here laying in a luxurious bed drinking champagne, having just spent the last hour having sex. Very soon I will spend another hour having more sex. Then I'll get dressed, and you will take me to a posh restaurant for dinner, where I will be spoilt terribly by both you and the waiters. And after that, I will go home to my husband, who has been doing mind numbing work all day, and has spent the evening running around town and washing the smalls of the man who is fucking his wife. He probably hasn't even had time for a sandwich. Then when I arrive home, he will wait on me and pamper me while I try to think of ways to make his life ever more miserable. And all this is happening because of me and the power I have over him. The more I enjoy my life, the more it turns me on when John is suffering. I don't expect you to understand, but as an acquaintance of mine once said, power is the ultimate turn on, and I have learnt that he is correct".

Barry still didn't really understand. But, he was fucking the most gorgeous woman he had ever met, and he was pretty sure he could make her his eventually,

"well I hope you don't ever plan to treat me like that. I guess I'll have to keep my wits about me," he said offhandedly.

"Oh Barry, there's no chance of that: I don't love you do I? After all, you are only sex to me. And as they say, "you only hurt the ones you love," now enough of this analysing. Lets see what's getting hard again. Unless you think your mouth is as good as Johns?" Lucy mocked.

Barry felt slightly deflated by her remarks, but still he rolled into her waiting arms, determined to please her.

Lucy didn't make it up to me that night.

She said she was too tired.

So I made her a late supper, which she didn't eat, and gave her a massage, which only made me horny and gave me a painful erection.

But she did tell me she had plans for the coming Saturday that I might find enjoyable.

It was the word "might" that I worried about.

I was on tenterhooks for the rest of the week. Lucy kept hinting that she had something special planed, but I had no way of knowing whether it was good or bad.

Saturday morning found us relaxing on the patio by the pool.

We had had a late breakfast and I prepared a couple of steaks for lunch.

I felt we were just like any other married couple, if I overlooked the fact that I was locked in a cock cage.

But I was determined to make the most of it and tried to be as happy as possible.

At about five o'clock, Lucy announced she wanted to play a game.

I was nervous: this could turn out to be an amazing evening for me or a nightmare, I had no way of knowing which.

I just had to put my trust in her, after all she would never do anything to hurt me, would she?.

She led me into the house and told me to strip while she got herself ready.

I was naked within a minute and waited with baited breath.

I was somewhat disappointed when Lucy returned dressed normally. She was carrying a large box which she placed on the floor.

"Do you trust me?" she asked.

"Of Course I do, "I replied, wondering where this was going.

"Okay then. I want you to do everything I say. This is something I saw on the internet, and it made me soooo excited. I just couldn't wait to do it with the man I love"

Her words reassured me, and I allowed her to tie my hands behind my back, wrist to elbow.

She had me stand on a small circular platform, which she had placed in our walk in cupboard, off the room that Lucy used as an office.

The platform had a chrome post rising from the centre, about three feet high.

Lucy used leather straps to secure my legs tight to the pole.

I must admit, even though I trusted her implicitly, I was becoming worried.

And it seemed with good reason as she pushed a small rubber bag into my mouth.

She inflated it by pumping a rubber bulb attached by a tube to the gag. Once inflated, it filled my mouth and stretched my jaws wide.

I realised then, that it was too late to protest.

I was now mute and trapped as Lucy wrapped me in a black leather straightjacket, she buckled the many straps tight.

I couldn't help wondering where had she gotten these things from.

She moved round behind me and I felt her doing something to the pole to which I was attached,

"stand on tiptoe," she told me.

I had no idea what she had in mind, but I automatically did as she said.

I tried to look over my shoulder, to see what she was doing.

I felt something pushing between my buttocks and against my ass.

I squirmed a bit to escape whatever it was, but the object stayed fixed in position.

I tried to gingerly lower myself down from my toes and immediately jumped back up: I felt whatever Lucy had placed there start to enter my ass.

I was really worried about my situation now and tried to convey my fears to her.

She must have seen the alarm on my face, and she grinned wickedly.

She gave me a hug and kissed my face before she squirted something from a tube into my ears.

I panicked and shook my head madly, but then I felt the substance swelling and setting hard.

I could see Lucy's lips move as she spoke but I could only hear what seemed like a distant mumble.

I was still trying to work out what this was all about when Lucy reached toward my face with something the same colour and material as the straightjacket.

Two short tubes protruded from the centre and these Lucy inserted into my nose.

Feeling very scared, I really did start to panic, but I was in no position to resist as she pulled, what I now realised was a hood, over my head.

I struggled, trying to stop her but the probe again began to enter my ass, reminding me to stay still and up on my toes.

The hood was pulled tight and snug to my head and secured.

My heartbeat pounded loud in my ears.

I could now hear nothing whatsoever from outside the hood.

I was also completely blind.

Soon I felt the tubes in my nose being moved about.

I could no longer breathe through my mouth, and I had trouble convincing myself that Lucy wasn't going to block the tubes and smother me.

Instead I found myself breathing in stale musky air, almost as though I had my head under the bed clothes where someone had had sex.

There was movement at my chest and suddenly I felt terrible pain in first one nipple then the other.

While I was trying to come to terms with this new pain, and concentrating on staying on my toes, something was fitted tightly around my neck.

My head was pulled back, roughly, so that my leather covered face pointed toward the ceiling.

I could no longer move my head.

I was deaf, dumb and blind and immobile.

And it seemed now, that I was also alone. I no longer felt or sensed any movement near me.

Lucy stepped back and admired her work.

She had John helpless and isolated.

The rigid posture collar kept his head strained up and back.

Just for good measure she had attached a strap from the ring at the top of the helmet, down his back to his belt.

This made it just about impossible for him to move at all.

She shuddered as she looked at the vicious clamps that she had clipped to his nipples after opening the zips covering each of his breasts.

She had tried them on her own nipples, and found she could withstand them for only a few seconds. John though, would have no choice but to endure the pain for as long as she desired.

She could also see Johns calves trembling, she wondered how long it would be before his strength gave out and he impaled himself on the dildo.

She hoped so much that he could last out until the her guests arrived: then they could all watch his suffering together.

She studied her husband in his own little world of torment.

She felt a little guilty about what she was doing to him.

When she had first seen the catalogue of adult toys on the internet, she had thought that maybe she and John could have some kinky fun, just the two of them. But the more she looked at the different products available, the more extreme her fantasies became and the more aroused she felt.

Very soon the whole thing spiralled out of control.

She began searching for the items she would need to torture John and attempt to satisfy her new craving.

It was not so long ago she hated even the thought of causing hurt to her husband.

Now, she was dedicated to enslaving him. She had a sexual need to cause him pain.

The intensity of her orgasm seemed to be in direct proportion to his suffering.

So she tried to find ever more painful and humiliating ways to torment him.

She longed now to see his reaction when he at last realised what had been planed for him, how everything he'd had to endure had been part of a scheme to reduce him to a slave and a cuckold.

Lucy wondered how she had so easily been changed into the evil bitch she now was? But she dismissed the thought from her mind.

There would be no turning back now.

The future was set.

She inspected her handiwork once more and with a satisfied smile she went to get changed for the party.

Lucy applied her lipstick and looked at her reflection.

She was not a vain person, but she could see she was beautiful: her long red hair cascaded down over her shoulders, her eyes were shadowed green with just a touch of glitter and her full lips matched the colour of her hair.

She had chosen Johns favourite dress, silver gray satin clung to her body emphasising every curve, the neck line plunged to a "v" between her breasts, her nipples poked hard against the flimsy material.

She would have preferred to wear a bra, but Stephen had forbidden her to ever wear one again without his permission.

The dress finished just below the knee and a gaping slit in the front gave a tantalising glimpse of stocking covered thigh.

She made her way downstairs.

She checked on John and was pleased to see that he was still on his toes although his legs were beginning to shake quite badly.

She became aroused as she stared at him. She ran her hands over her breasts and down to her crotch.

The contrast of John's suffering while she enjoyed every luxury made her giddy with pleasure.

She forced herself to stop masturbating, there would no doubt be ample opportunity of release later this evening.

Lynn and Amy had arrived a half hour ago and had prepared the food and drinks for the party.

Lucy closed the doors to the cupboard just as the doorbell rang, the first guests had arrived.

"Are you sure he can't hear us?" Stephen asked Lucy as he inspected the bound form in the office closet. Along with Barry, who stood behind Lucy, and Lynn and Amy who were acting as hostesses to the other less privileged guests of the party, these five were the only people aware of John's current predicament.

"Oh yes. I tried the hood on myself and believe me, world war three could start in here and he wouldn't know a thing," Lucy replied as she proudly showed her boss the finer points of Johns bondage.

Stephen followed the tubes from Johns nose down to the box on the floor

"what is the box for?" he jerked his chin toward the object.

"I'm quite proud of that," Lucy said

"I've had Lynn, Amy and myself save our panties for the last week, we put them in the box so John's air is filtered through them, you could say he's breathing our essence I suppose, but these I love!" she exclaimed proudly, pointing at the nipple clamps, they were lined with small teeth and bit down hard on Johns flesh. But it was the large brass hooks attached to the clamps that Lucy was so impressed with.

"Should you wish to hang your hat or coat somewhere this could be a very interesting place," she said. She reached into the cupboard and gathered up two of her unused handbags.

She carefully hung them from the hooks attached to John's nipples.

She was rewarded with a loud groan from under the leather hood.

The extra pain also appeared too much for John.

His legs were now shaking uncontrollably. Finally, his strength gave out and with an agonised moan he impaled himself upon the dildo.

Lucy was ecstatic, she jumped up and down on her toes, clapping her hands in front of her face

"yea yea yea!" she exclaimed as she giggled like a young girl.

Stephen smiled to see her so excited.

She stretched forward and wrapped her hand around Johns limp cock, bringing forth another groan.

Barry put his arms around her waist from behind, he was feeling slightly jealous of the attention Stephen, and now John, was getting.

Lucy leaned back into Barry's arms, happy and smiling she turned her head to kiss him.

Stephen looked on, he decided he needed a minute alone with Lucy.

"Barry could you fetch us some drinks?" he interrupted the two lovers.

"Of course," Barry replied.

Reluctantly he released Lucy and taking their glasses he left the room.

"You and young Cooper seem to be very cosy my love," Stephen said when they were alone.

"Oh, you mean Barry. I rather think he's in love with me," she said.

She wondered if Stephen was maybe a little jealous, but decided he probably wasn't: after all, he knew he could have her do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted her to.

No, he wasn't jealous, just possessive.

"And are you in love with him?" he asked her.

"Oh god no. He's just a bit of fun," she said laughing "you never fuck me, and with John locked up the way he is there's only so much pleasure a woman can get from her fingers. Barry was just convenient. If it wasn't him, I suppose I would have found another young cock somewhere".

"I see. Well, just you be careful you don't get too involved and remember where your priorities lie," he advised her.

"You know you always come first Stephen," she heeded his warning and was now looking at him seriously.

"Do I? And does that include your husband?" he asked.

Lucy thought for a few moments before she answered

"I love John dearly, more than anything else I could think of. You on the other hand," she shrugged and looked away "you, I don't think I even like. And I don't like what I've become, what you've turned me into. But," she turned back and stared hard into his cold eyes "But you are my drug, you have me hooked. If you told me to leave John or dispose of him, I wouldn't like it, but I would do in a heartbeat. As you made clear to me before. You own me, I'm your's".

Stephen didn't answer, he didn't need to, He knew she spoke the truth. She was within his power and as if to prove it he casually unzipped his fly.

Lucy, like an automation, sank to her knees and lovingly took him into her mouth.

Lucy was on her knees, cleaning Stephen with her mouth after swallowing his sperm as Barry returned with their drinks.

She stood, and taking a glass, gulped her wine.

Stephen zipped up his pants and with one last look at Lucy he imperiously left the room, completely ignoring Barry who was offering him a drink.

Barry was jealous of what he had just seen and looked at Lucy like a scolded puppy.

"Don't be upset," she told him as she stroked his face

"he's just marking his territory, showing us both who's in charge. He's letting you know that even though you may be fucking me he could have me anyway he wants,"

Lucy's words made Barry feel even worse.

People started leaving the party around midnight and eventually Lucy was alone with Barry.

"Come with me. I want sex," she said and led him by the hand to the office.

"Why don't I stay the night?" Barry asked as they kissed and began undressing each other just a few feet from Lucy's suffering husband.

"You can't. I'm spending the night with John. But first I want you to cum inside me," she told him as she reached under her dress and pulled her panties down.

"You want it here, in front of him?" Barry kept looking at the leather clad man.

He was uncomfortable here: it was one thing having sex with another mans wife, but quite another doing it right in front of him, even if the poor bastard was totally oblivious.

"That's the whole point," she declared.

Barry let himself out, slamming the door behind him.

He had just had sex with Lucy, he knew she had used him: the kinky bitch just wanted to fuck somebody in front of her unaware husband.

She didn't care who it was with, she just wanted a cock.

He had fucked her and then been dismissed, he felt like an object.

`Well!, fuck her, I don't need her`, he thought. But by the time he had started his car he was wondering jealously what she was doing with John, he missed her already.

Lucy balled up her discarded panties and pushed them into her pussy, she wanted to save every drop of Barry's sperm inside her.

She had to order him to leave as she wanted time with John.

Barry didn't like it though.

"oh well, he'll get over it, "she thought as she faced her husband.

She removed the posture collar and slid the dildo from John's ass, she smiled at the groan of relief she heard.

She unhooked the various things that she and her special guests had hung from Johns nipples throughout the evening.

He staggered and almost fell when she released his legs. She had to help him to a chair.

When she removed the hood and earplugs John blinked against the light and looked around in confusion.

"Its Okay darling, you did so well, I'm so proud of you. Come on lets go upstairs."

Still bound and gagged, John was led on unsteady legs to Lucy's bedroom.

She laid him on his back on the floor at the foot of her bed.

She stroked his face tenderly

"I'm going to remove the gag now, but you must promise not to speak unless I tell you to, is that clear?" she warned.

John nodded frantically. He was nervous of what Lucy might do to him next. He was scared and didn't want to be hurt anymore.

Lucy spoke, giving him instructions as she released the air in the gag

" you are going to lick me now, then you can sleep right here where you are. If you behave I'll release you in the morning. And if you really please me I may let you fuck me"

The rubber bag was pulled from John's mouth, he sucked in air and worked the cramps from his jaw as Lucy pulled the wadded up panties from her pussy. She knelt astride his head and lowered herself upon his face.

I didn't know whether I was in heaven or hell.

I had spent, I don't know how long in isolation and pain.

When agony then shot through my tortured nipples I finally gave up. But I hadn't been prepared for the searing pain, as what I assume was some sort of dildo, split my ass.

As much as it hurt, that pain started to ease after a while. But my nipples were in constant agony.

But even that pain I began to welcome:, as each time Lucy hurt me, I then knew I wasn't alone.

Being isolated, with no way of knowing whether I had been deserted, was so much worse.

Now I found myself at the foot of Lucy's bed.

I was exhausted, but still I licked and sucked Lucy the best I knew how "god she was so wet", I thought, my mouth was flooded immediately she fed me her pussy.

In a strange way, I was proud of myself that I had pleased her, even though I knew I had no choice.

Now I was being afforded the honour of licking her, with the promise of release tomorrow.


Part Five - Humiliation

I awoke before Lucy the next morning.

I'd had a bad night and was still very tired. I ached everywhere.

Mindful of Lucy's instructions I stayed quiet. I struggled to a sitting position and waited until she woke thirty minutes later.

"Good morning darling," she said as she climbed from her bed.

She helped me to my feet and led me to the bathroom.

At last she freed me and still keeping silent I worked life back into my arms.

Lucy had slept naked and despite my aches and pains, I couldn't stop admiring her beautiful body. She pulled me into the shower and instructed me to wash her. I soaped and cleaned her lovingly: licking and kissing every part of her.

"Would you like to fuck me?" she asked as I towelled her dry.

"Oh god yes please," there was nothing I would like more.

"I think we should fuck each other," she said. I didn't understand what she meant, but I followed her obediently to the bedroom.

We kissed and caressed one another, then found ourselves lying on the floor in each others arms.

I wondered when she would remove my cock cage, but I didn't want to spoil the moment by asking.

She told me to get on my hands and knees. I complied and she knelt beside me and pushed my head down gently to rest on the floor.

I held my position as she took something from a bag on the bed. I jumped as she rubbed cold lubricant onto my ass, working a finger inside.

I finally realised what she intended and began to panic,

"no Lucy please not again?" I pleaded.

She leaned over so her face was level with mine, she grinned,

"don't worry, it'll be fun."

"But it hurts Luce. Can't we make love like normal...please?"

"But I want to fuck you John. How many times have you wanted to put it in my ass, hey?" she said as she picked up an ugly looking dildo.

"I know, but you never let me, did you?" I argued.

"Okay. If you really don't want to perhaps we should call it all off," she said pulling away.

"But you said you would take my cage off today," I sulked.

"Oh, for Gods sake, you want it all ways. Don't you think you're being a bit selfish? If you really want you're cock free for an hour you have to earn it," she said coldly.

She pushed my head down again, this time roughly.

I groaned loud as Lucy suddenly and without warning pushed the dildo into my ass.

"Oh god, oh god, it hurts," I cried. But I made no move to stop her, and in truth it didn't hurt as much as I had anticipated.

She began to work the dildo in and out, and the pain eased and soon vanished completely, eventually it started to feel quite pleasant.

She had one hand resting on the small of my back and my hips were rocking to the rhythm of her thrusts. I then realised I was actually pushing myself back to meet her hand and I understood why some people enjoyed being taken in the ass.

I was lost in the moment, perversely enjoying being penetrated when Lucy took my hand and placed it between her thighs.

I buried my fingers into her wetness. She pushed into my ass as she rode my hand.

Soon after, with a long moan, she released the dildo and collapsed to the floor gasping in climax.

She clutched my wrist to hold my hand hard against her pussy.

I knelt with my head still on the floor. The dildo poking out of me as Lucy caught her breath.

"God I enjoyed that," she breathed "I need another shower now "

She stood and looked down on me,

"I really need to rest for a while now, but I promise you, we can make love this afternoon. In the meantime, I must say it really turns me on to see you with that cock in your ass. You can play with it if you want, you know, keep us both in the mood," she told me and left the room.

I felt so humiliated, but at the same time I was very frustrated.

I knew I would gain no satisfaction until Lucy released my cock. Hoping to please her, but with shame, I reached behind me and slowly worked the dildo into my ass.

"Oh my! You really do like it!"

I jumped at the sound of Lucy's voice, she looked at me from the doorway. I thought I would die with embarrassment.

I pressed my face to the floor in shame," god, how could I face her like this" I thought, I pulled the dildo from my ass and dropped it on the floor.

I scrambled to my feet but kept my head down so she couldn't see the tears in my eyes.

"I hope you are not going to leave that disgusting thing there" she admonished me.

I picked up the dildo and hurried out the door. I could hear her mocking laughter until I shut the door to my room.

I didn't expect my cock to be freed after what had happened, but later that evening as I watched T.V. Lucy entered the lounge wearing just a transparent negligee.

Without speaking, she knelt before me and unlocked the cage.

I was still grumpy with her but my liberated penis betrayed me and sprang to attention. Lucy lowered her head and briefly took me into her mouth.

With her head still at my crotch she looked up at me

"Would you like to fuck my mouth or my pussy?" she asked in a husky voice.

"How about your ass?" I answered sarcastically.

"Don't start John, I'm trying to make up to you here," she said sternly, sitting back on her haunches.

I felt humbled " I'm sorry Luce, you're not to blame" I mumbled.

She smiled "so what's it to be?" she ran her tongue slowly over her red lips.

I recalled how wonderful her mouth felt the last time she had sucked me.

"Please suck me?" I begged her.

It was even better than I remembered.

I again wondered where she had learned to suck cock so good.

I tried to make it last as long as I could. But after only a couple minutes I filled her mouth with my sperm. Still on her knees, she reached up to my neck to pull me down and kissed me.

I felt her transferring my cum to my mouth. My first instinct was to pull away, but how could I expect Lucy to swallow, if I wouldn't do it myself.

She stood and stretched languidly, "I need my bed," she declared "oh I almost forgot. Lynn will be moving into the annex tomorrow. I told her you would help her move, so don't worry about going to work in the morning. I'll make your excuses," she informed me.

I was still somewhat in a fog after my climax.

She bent down to kiss me and swaying her ass sexily as she walked from the room, she went to bed.

I thought about what she had said. I didn't feel comfortable about Lynn being here twenty four seven, but I knew it would be pointless to argue.

I was also preoccupied by my failure to make my time with Lucy last longer.

But at least I was now free of the cock cage.

As it transpired, moving Lynn wasn't so bad.

She had a couple friends to help her, so once all the heavy lifting was done I was dismissed to do my normal chores.

The only down side was Lucy locking me into chastity again.

I tried to protest, but she was so cheerful and loving as she fitted the cage, I stood and allowed it to happen again.

That evening Lucy came home from work in high spirits "I bought us a present," she announced excitedly.

"What is it?" I asked, equally excited.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me softly "dinner first," she whispered.

I prepared dinner as Lucy showered and changed.

I was preoccupied as to what Lucy had bought.

After we had eaten, I cleared and washed the dishes while Lucy went to prepare her surprise.

I was waiting in the lounge with a bottle of wine and two glasses when she returned.

"Take you're clothes off and lay on the floor," she said peeping around the lounge door.

I was immediately excited at the thought that we might make love again so I did as she said.

"Lay on your side and close your eyes," was her next command.

I obeyed, but in the darkness I began to fear that this might be another of her games where I would be hurt or humiliated.

I felt her lay behind me, her arms encircled my neck as she held me and kissed my back.

I reached behind me to stroke her naked hip and felt a belt - why would she wear a belt? the answer soon came to me as she pressed herself against my ass.

Surely I must be wrong?

I turned my head to check and saw the huge strap on dildo belted to her hips.

"Oh no Lucy, please not that?" I was scared, I knew how much it might hurt.

"Its Okay, you will love it" she cooed in my ear, she was clearly excited.

"But it hurts. Please don't?" I could feel tears forming in my eyes, I didn't know if it was from humiliation or fear of the upcoming pain.

"It won't hurt for long and the more we do it the easier it will be," she was breathless as she positioned the head of the strap on cock against my ass and gradually started pushing.

"Oh god please don't hurt me please?" I whined.

I sounded pathetic, even to my own ears.

Lucy was biting and licking my ear as she pushed against me harder.

She was so excited. It was clear she wouldn't be dissuaded. It was going to happen regardless of anything I said.

I could feel the dildo forcing me open, and then begin to enter me.

"Oh Christ no Luce its too big," I gasped.

It really did hurt. It was much bigger than the dildo she'd used the previous evening. I was in genuine fear that I would be torn open. But despite everything I made no effort to resist.

My ass and my insides felt so completely filled.

My eyes and fists were clenched tight as she began to leisurely fuck me.

She whispered words of encouragement lovingly in my ear.

After a while the pain began to subside and again it started to become even pleasurable.

Nevertheless, with each thrust of Lucy's hips I felt a small part of my masculinity being torn away.

As she fucked me she grew more excited and increased her pace. Despite the humiliation I was feeling, I actually began to enjoy it.

Soon I was so excited I found I was pushing back against Lucy's thrusts with enthusiasm.

It was a strange sensation- being taken in this way.

I was brought to the very edge of orgasm, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't reach a climax.

This was made even more frustrating by Lucy constantly playing with my imprisoned penis, as well as kissing, nibbling and nipping my neck, face and nipples. I was also hard as a rock and in quite some pain as my penis had no room to expand.

After some time Lucy withdrew completely, leaving me feeling empty and frustrated. But I had no time to dwell on that as she pushed me onto my back and straddled my chest.

For one horrid moment I thought she was going to force me to lick clean her dildo. Instead, she scooted up to my face and sank her hot pussy over my mouth.

I didn't need any instructions. I clasped her hips and fed on her like a starving man.

Lucy lay recovering from a powerful orgasm.

I had a feeling of pride that it was I, who provided the means to her obviously overwhelming climax, but at the same time I was deflated. It was clear I would not be receiving the same favour.

So I spent yet another night aroused as hell but not permitted any relief.

Lucy used her strap-on just about every day after that first time.

She even purchased dildos in various shapes and sizes.

I don't know what pleasure she got from fucking me, but it was obvious she grew more excited the more she humiliated or hurt me.

I myself, became accustomed to being used as an object of my wife's lust.

But I felt degraded and humiliated, especially as she had me explain the merits of individual dildos- she even had me choose my favourite.

She really got into her fantasy and had me beg to be fucked. She even had me kneel and suck her dildo as if it were a real penis. And all the time she would verbally abuse me "yes that's right baby, suck my cock", "take it you slut, you're my bitch now", but in spite of everything I had to endure, I took pleasure from the fact that I was making her happy.

She would also always ensure she finished with an orgasm for herself, but she refused to allow me to climax: claiming it made her "sooo excited" to think of me constantly aroused.

I sulked about it often, but this just seemed to make her even more excited.

It was as if she wanted me subdued and submissive to her.

But I refused to believe my own intuition and lived in denial, after all Lucy loved me. And I was convinced she would never do anything to harm me.

The following weekend Lucy casually announced I was to receive my second official punishment.

I was shocked. I asked what I'd done to deserve being punished again. But she just said it was an accumulation of things and refused to discuss it any further.

I fretted all day, wondering what I'd done wrong. But bizarrely I never once considered refusing the punishment, or Lucy's right to administer it.

At seven o'clock that evening I knocked on the door to Lucy's office as instructed, and waited, since Lucy had had the room which was once my den as her office I was no longer permitted to enter without her permission.

Even when I cleaned the office I had to be supervised by Lynn "there are too many confidential and sensitive files in here," Lucy had told me.

She opened the door smiling. I could see that she was a bit drunk.

She walked back into her office, I followed behind. She turned to me and twirled her finger to signal that I should turn around so she could tie my hands, wrist to elbows, I meekly complied.

When she had me helpless she undid my pants and pulled them and my shorts down, she stripped me from the waist down. Then she tied a short rope hobble between my ankles.

Still on her knees, she couldn't resist playing with my penis, she was grinning in triumph and I groaned in discomfort when I grew hard.

She jumped to her feet and stumbled - she was more drunk than I thought. I hoped this would not make things worse for me.

"I'm so looking forward to this," she said stroking my cheek as if we were sharing a special treat.

She kissed my lips and went to her desk.

Suddenly the doorbell rang.

Lucy tuttered and sighed and went to see who it was.

I had no choice but to wait, with my erection standing out lewdly.

I could hear talking but couldn't make out the words.

Then I was mortified as I heard voices approaching. Surely Lucy wouldn't bring somebody else in here- with me like this.

I tried to hide, but hobbled as I was I could only take tiny steps.

Lucy suddenly grabbed my arm and spun me round. I was so humiliated to discover Amy looking wide eyed at me, biting her thumb trying not to laugh.

"I thought Amy might like to join us," Lucy told me.

She patted my cheek as she passed me on her way to her desk.

"Lucy please not this?" I implored her.

"Oh don't be shy, she's already seen everything you've got" she mocked me.

"But not like this! please Lucy don't?" I pleaded.

I looked back and forth at Amy grinning and Lucy who approached me with a length of rope.

"Oh do shut up," she said as if I were an annoying child.

She looped the rope around my neck and pulled me toward the lounge, giggling as she almost stumbled again.

I hurried along behind her, fearful that I might fall or be choked.

My face burned with shame as I stood trying to ignore Amy's presence.

Lucy went to the kitchen and returned with two of the hateful wooden spoons, she handed one to Amy and told her to sit on the sofa. Lucy sat in a chair opposite.

"Okay, come and stand in the middle," she commanded, waving the spoon toward the spot where she wanted me.

"Come on Lucy please?" I tried again, though I knew I was wasting my time.

I yelped and jumped as she stretched forward and slashed my naked ass twice, hard.

"That's one for speaking without permission and one for not doing as I tell you. Now would you like to try for a third?" she said holding the spoon in readiness.

I realised I was in a no win situation. So, with my ass burning I had no option but to waddle to the centre of the room.

"Now, this is how we play the game," Lucy explained "Amy and I will ask questions and you, John, will answer them, but if you answer incorrectly you receive one stroke. There simple. Okay, I'll begin........John have you ever cheated on me?"

"Yes you know I have - with Amy. Look I don't owwwwww"

I didn't finish as Lucy swatted my ass painfully.

"Christ, what was that for?....owww," I cried out as she slashed me again.

"Just answer the question," she said.

I knew it would be pointless to protest, so I decided it would be best if I played along with her stupid game,

"I'm ...I'm sorry, yes, the answer is yes".

"Okay. That's better, now did you enjoy fucking Amy?"

"er erm no," I stuttered.

WHACK. I squealed as Amy struck my poor ass. It was obviously the wrong answer.

"Yes, I mean yes," I corrected myself quickly.

WHACK. This time from Lucy.

"Ooow what am I supposed to say, just tell me, please?" I was squirming, trying to escape the pain.

WHACK. "Only speak to answer the questions," Lucy told me again, "Who's better? Amy or me?" she continued. I could start to feel tears in my eyes.

"Y...y...you are," I said, fearful that I would give another wrong answer.

WHACK. From Amy "so I'm no good, is that what your saying?" she laughed as she said it.

"No" WHACK "yes I mean you are good. But I love Lucy," I was getting so confused. I was starting to panic.

WHACK. "You don't love me then?" Amy pouted.

"No" I said in defeat. I knew whatever answer I gave would be wrong to one of them.

WHACK.

"Which of us is the most attractive?" Amy asked.

Resigned to being wrong now, my body slumped and I told the truth" my wife".

WHACK.

"Would you like to have sex with Amy again?" Lucy asked.

"No I love you," I was looking into her eyes, trying to covey how serious I was.

WHACK. I cringed as Amy swatted me.

"What if I told you to have sex with her, would you?" Lucy said, also serious. I knew there was no way out of this situation. One of them would strike me no matter what I said.

"No, please Lucy, no more," I pleaded. I was defeated, I was tied helpless, I had a drunk wife and a cruel secretary who seemed to want nothing more than to hurt and humiliate me.

I just gave up.

WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK.

They both lashed out at me. I could take no more. I collapsed to my knees, I was crying openly " please luc, ma,am, please stop, it hurts so much. Please, its not a game, it hurts. Please have pity," I was begging desperately between sobs.

It appeared as if Lucy came to her senses. She stopped hitting me and dropped her spoon to the floor. "Maybe you're right. Perhaps we should take this more seriously and just punish you properly.

How many strokes do you think you deserve, hey?" she appeared both angry and contrite.

I looked at her from my position on my knees, through my tears I asked

"how...how many? How the hell would I know? I don't even know what I've done wrong," I said, I was angry now, though there was little I could do about it.

I was looking at Lucy, but it was Amy who answered and when she spoke, she spoke to Lucy.

"Do you need a reason to punish him? I for one, thought it was fun," she had a devilish smile on her face, it was obvious she was enjoying herself.

Lucy slowly nodded, thinking.

"That's right, it was fun. Why shouldn't I have fun when I want to. Why should I need a reason to have fun".

So there it was, it was now in the open. I was being punished for their enjoyment and nothing more, but bizarrely I felt this was Okay.

I even felt slightly glad that I hadn't done anything wrong after all. It wasn't my fault I was being punished and with these thoughts I looked up at Lucy.

" If you really want to punish me Luce, then please just get it over with," I was exasperated. I wanted an end to it now.

If my wife, who had fucked me, spanked me and humiliated me wanted to fulfil her kinky desires who was I to deny her?

Lucy stood up, looking suddenly sober and took me by the arm. She pulled me to my feet and led me to the table. She positioned me facing the table and then pushed the back of my head down so I was bent over. I turned my head and rested my cheek against the surface. I didn't resist, I was resigned. I knew this was going to hurt so much, but I was determined to bare it for the woman I loved.

Lucy grabbed my hair and lifting my head. She looped her belt around my neck and pulled it snug, then tied the end to the leg of the table, holding me down.

I could no longer resist even should I want to.

Lucy and Amy stood, one either side of me and began the punishment.

They struck me at will, covering my ass and thighs with burning pain. I writhed and yelled in agony, but, with pride, I never begged them to stop.

I don't know how many strokes I received, all I could think of was the pain.

Then I groaned in greater agony and felt I would pass out as a couple of strokes landed on my balls, sending aching pain deep into my body.

My world now consisted only of a red mist of mind numbing agony. I could no longer distinguish between individual strokes as they merged into one mass of pain.

I hadn't even realised the punishment had stopped until my head was yanked back by my hair and Lucy spoke in my ear

" I said have you had enough?" she growled.

It took me a few seconds to understand her,

"oh umm I... I yes please stop?" I was rambling. I really had no idea what I was saying.

"Have you learned your lesson? " she asked.

"Yes, oh God yes. Please I'll be good. I'll try so hard to be good," once I realised they had stopped spanking me I wanted to say anything to stop more pain, anything to please them.

"I know you will. But you still have to apologise to Amy, don't you?" Lucy said.

"Yes yes, I'm sorry Amy, please forgive me. I promise to behave," I had no idea what we were talking about, I just agreed with whatever was said.

I lay on the table as the pain washed over me.

My ass and legs were burning, but my balls were worse.

I was feeling physically sick and had to control myself so as not to throw up.

I deeply suspected that vomit on the table would bring about more punishment.

I must have been left there for some time because the pain was becoming bearable.

Then I jumped as I felt hands grab my ass and pull my buttocks apart. I lay inert as I felt the familiar head of Lucy's dildo pressing against my rectum.

I guessed my ass had become stretched by Lucy's use of her dildos: because she managed to drill into me with no resistance and very little pain.

She slowly abused me yet again.

I was already suffering too much to enjoy Lucy's efforts. But then, I don't suppose my feelings mattered. She leaned over me and whispered in my ear

"I might have Amy fuck you sometime while you lick me, mmmmmm....that might be nice," Despite all my suffering the picture in my mind that Lucy had suggested excited me.

After a while I felt Lucy push into me hard and stay there. She was doing something as she pressed against me.

Then she stepped away, leaving the dildo buried deep inside me.

She had undone the harness holding the strap on to her hips.

She untied the belt holding me to the table and pulled me upright. She led me to the sofa, where she sat and pulled me to my knees at her feet.

I offered no resistance. She looked at me with a lustful smile on her face.

She then spread her thighs and using the belt around my neck pulled me toward her. I knew what was required and I buried my face into her crotch and began licking.

I brought her to two orgasms before she allowed me to stop.

She pushed me away and purred in a dreamy way as she caught her breath.

I knelt obediently at her feet.

I was punished twice more that week.

Not as severely as before, but both times I was laid over Lucy's lap as she spanked me, taking her time. Each time, I spent the best part of an hour receiving slap after slap.

I silently thanked god she didn't use the spoon again.

Even so, my bottom and thighs were agony.

Lucy experimented and found she could make it all the more painful for me and fun for her if she dug her long finger nails into the soft flesh of my thighs and scratched the skin as she slapped.

She never made any pretence that I was being punished for anything other than her amusement and pleasure.

I knew that there were some people who found it sexually exciting by this sort of thing.

I guessed Lucy might have discovered she was one of them. So I took the pain, I took the humiliation and I took her dildo in my ass because of my love for her.


Part Six - Party

Over the following days things subtly changed, roles became defined.

It was clear my job now came second to my duties at home.

I did all the household chores. Whereas Lynn previously supervised and on the odd occasion helped me, she was now completely in control of me whenever Lucy wasn't at home.

Lucy no longer gave me instructions as to what she wanted doing around the house. All orders were now conveyed through Lynn, and orders they undoubtedly were.

I might still have been a joint owner of our house but I had no illusions as to who was in command and what my position now was.

Lucy no longer consulted me on any decision, whether trivial or important.

If she was working late or staying the night at an hotel or such, she informed Lynn and she would pass on a message to me.

Next, my door key was taken from me: Lynn lost hers, and it was decided that I should give her mine, at least until another could be obtained, but that never seemed to happen. So I now had to rely on Lucy or Lynn to allow me entry to my own home.

I tried a few times to resist their authority about something or other, but Lucy always seemed to have a winning argument as to why I should obey.

She also used me sexually whenever she desired.

She used her dildos on me most days and I would always lick her to orgasm at the end of any session.

I was never allowed to cum and the subject was never raised by Lucy.

I never asked for an orgasm, or to be freed from chastity. I was terrified of giving her an excuse to punish me.

Because of my failure in my career and my inability to be faithful to my wife, I became no more than a servant in my own house.

But even so I was happy in a strange way.

I loved Lucy and she loved me. She provided for me and we cared for each other. The only times Lucy was cruel or spiteful to me was when we indulged in sexual activities. But I soon came to understand that Lucy had found a dominant side to her personality and she was expressing it through her treatment of me.

If she felt this was what she needed, who was I to tell her what she should like or dislike.

If being spanked or penetrated by my wife kept my marriage safe I could handle that.

I lived in constant hope that I would have my chastity device removed sometime soon.

Lucy promised me that I was slowly gaining her trust and yes, I would indeed be free to love her as a normal husband.

Until that time I satisfied her mostly with my mouth, licking and sucking her lovingly.

After all, with my manhood locked away, Lucy was also going without proper sex.

Some weeks later Lucy decided to host a party.

It was mainly because she had to entertain some Italian clients to finalise a deal which would earn the firm a huge contract.

I had no idea who, or how many people were invited, but I spent a lot of time and effort preparing everything to Lucy's satisfaction, all under Lynn's supervision of course.

Friday evening,

The night of the party, Lucy was buzzing around ensuring all the small details were taken care of.

I, of course was kept busy and just as everything appeared to be ready and we were all about to prepare ourselves Lucy approached me.

"John, Stephen and our clients will be arriving in Stephens car and I agreed that you would drive them home after the party, so it would be just as well if you didn't drink, Okay".

She was terse and she left no room for argument,

I supposed she was a little stressed so I decided not to make an issue of it.

The party was going along fine.

Everybody seemed to be happy and having a good time.

Lucy had invited around thirty guests, mostly friends and colleagues, and some of her favoured clients.

I felt slightly jealous as Lynn and Amy had also invited a handful of their friends.

I recognised a few people from work, but I appeared to be the only person at the party without a particular friend.

Nevertheless I was enjoying myself.

For the first hour or so Lucy and I were just like your normal married couple, she clung to my arm as we mingled and it was as if she had turned back the clock a few months.

I felt proud, having such a beautiful wife to show off to everyone.

Around nine thirty a smooth looking, tanned man of around thirty years old approached us.

He was very good looking and I immediately took a dislike to him.

He shook my hand and introduced himself

"hello, you must be John. I'm Mario. I've heard all about you," he said in a thick Italian accent.

He was very charming and I could see that Lucy liked him. That made me like him even less.

After a few minutes of polite conversation between the three of us I was called away by somebody needing ice from the kitchen.

When I returned Lucy and Mario were still talking.

I thought they must be discussing business.

I thought it best to give them some privacy, so I tried to mingle with the other guests.

You have a beautiful house Lucy," Mario said.

"Why thank you," she replied.

She liked Mario, she could easily fancy him.

But her main concern this evening was the fact he was a client who could earn her a huge bonus.

"But I think not as beautiful as you," he said leaning in closer.

Lucy smiled at the compliment "and I think you are a flatterer," she said

"Your husband is a very lucky man" he said gesturing toward John with the hand which held his whiskey glass,

"but If I were him, I would not leave your side. I think, maybe I would be jealous with so many other men here," he now ran his other hand down her back to rest upon her ass.

"John and I trust one another. Besides we have a special understanding," Lucy made no move to avoid Mario's questing hand.

"You do?" he asked as his fingers slid slowly between her buttocks.

"Yes we do" she said as she turned to face him, "John does exactly what I tell him and I do whatever I want" she smiled.

"I'm happy to hear that" he whispered as he moved closer to Lucy, their lips were just a few inches apart. "I was hoping to experience your special negotiating skills that Stephen has told me about"

"We'll talk business later Mario, and I promise you, you will have never been negotiated like you will be tonight" she said huskily, pushing her breasts against his chest.

"I hope you aren't going to monopolise our lovely hostess all night?" a voice interrupted them.

"Oh Stephen are you jealous?" Lucy said, moving apart from Mario.

She turned to face Stephen "We were just talking shop," she kissed his cheek and playfully ran her hand over his crotch.

"Oh no, I'm never jealous. I just need some information. Tell me Lucy, who is that lovely creature over there?" he asked pointing with a jerk of his chin.

She followed Stephens gaze "that's Lynn, she's my housekeeper," she told him.

"I thought your husband was condemned to cleaning the house," he said and turned to look at her again.

"Yes that's correct," she replied and then smiled

"perhaps a more accurate job description for Lynn would be slave trainer."

Stephen smiled knowingly "I see. I was thinking, maybe it would be entertaining to watch a little show, you and Lynn together perhaps?" he said.

Lucy laughed loud "well, you really get straight to the point....hmm... maybe. But I might have a better idea, why don't you make your way to my bedroom in ten minutes and I'll see what I can arrange," she said.

"Am I invited? "Mario asked.

"I'm afraid not this time darling. But don't worry, I promise you won't leave here tonight disappointed," she kissed him lightly, letting her tongue run along his lips.

He responded by caressing her ass.

"Oh Lucy, you made me jump. Is everything alright?" Lynn said when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Yes everything's perfect. Tell me Lynn, what do you think of Amy?"

Lynn looked over to where the dark haired woman was talking to Barry.

"Amy? she's lovely, why?" she shrugged., puzzled as to why Lucy was asking.

"Do you fancy her? " Lucy asked.

"Why would I fancy her? why do you want to know?" Lynn said. She was concerned as to where this conversation was going.

"Oh come on Lynn, it's a simple enough question: do you fancy her?" Lucy pressed.

Lynn sipped her wine "of coarse I fancy her, wouldn't anyone?"

it was no secret that Lynn was gay.

Lucy stroked Lynn's arm to reassure her.

Although she continually told herself she didn't fancy women she had wondered what it would be like to take the young woman to bed, she fully intended to find out in the near future.

"Yes I supposed so" she replied, briefly picturing those times she had gasped in pleasure under Amy's ministrations

" look, I don't really have time to beat around the bush so I'll speak straight. Stephen, my boss" she continued, nodding toward where he was talking to Mario "he's expressed a desire to watch two women making out, and he particularly likes you".

"How nice for him" Lynn said sarcastically. Then turning to Lucy added more friendly "the thing is Lucy..... Well, I'd jump at the chance of going with Amy, but I certainly don't want an audience".

"I can perfectly understand your reservations. But please, you must realise, he's vary important to me, and so he's very important to you. I like to keep him happy, and if Stephen's happy, I'm happy. Of course, there would be a substantial reward for both of us," Lucy explained.

Lynn wasn't sure whether to feel insulted or not. Being offered money for sex like that smacked of prostitution.

But surely, Lucy wouldn't get her into anything untoward would she?

She really liked Lucy, she had in fact often fantasized about seducing the sexy redhead, and she certainly didn't want to jeopardize the ridiculously excessive wage she got for doing such a fantastic job.

She couldn't afford to fall out with Lucy, and would it really hurt if she agreed? maybe she could just pretend she was alone with Amy, after all it would only be one old man.... Okay, I'll do it, she thought.

"Okay I'll do it" she said

"Wonderful. I knew I could count on you. Just give me one minute, I'll be back" Lucy was overjoyed.

"Just so you know," Lynn caught Lucy's arm before she could move away "I'm not doing this for him or the money, I'm doing this for you," Lynn told her.

Lucy felt genuinely touched.

She turned toward Lynn, she smiled and hugged her tightly, then she kissed her on the mouth softly and lingeringly.

"Thank you Lynn, that really means a lot to me," she said huskily.

She turned to go but Lynn stopped her again.

"What if Amy says no? what if she doesn't want me?" she asked.

"Don't worry about Amy," Lucy told her as she stroked Lynn's face tenderly "she'll do as she's told,......haven't you noticed? just give Amy an order, tell her to make coffee or something and her panties become damp," she turned to go again but again Lynn stopped her.

"Does this make me a prostitute Lucy?" she asked.

Lucy smiled sadly.

"No my love, it doesn't. It means you're a slut just like me," she turned to go but then turned and said

"By the way, trust me, the things that girl can do with her tongue will drive you wild".

I was somewhat bored, and talking to Barry ten minutes later when Lucy approached us.

"John, Amy's feeling ill so Lynn and I are taking her upstairs to my room. I think it's just something she ate, but we'll let her have a lie down for a while. Can I leave you to make sure everyone is kept happy? I'll be back down as soon as I can," she kissed me on the cheek and left before I could composed a reply.

"Lucy, is there anything I can do?" Barry called after her.

She turned and answered as if she were talking to an annoying child "no, nothing Barry, you just enjoy yourself"

Barry looked crestfallen. I rather suspected he had a crush on Lucy. I felt sorry for him in a way. He may have my job but he would never have my wife.

Lucy opened the door to her bedroom and followed the two younger women inside.

She closed and locked the door.

Stephen sat on a small sofa facing the foot of the bed, he smiled and stood as the three females entered.

"Stephen, I think you know Amy, and this is Lynn," Lucy introduced them.

"Ah yes, the beautiful twosome. I'm sure it will be a pleasure getting to know you," he shook their hands in a formal manner.

Both girls smiled nervously. Amy took Lynn's hand as if seeking comfort and waited for instructions.

Lucy put her arms around both girls shoulders. With her head between theirs, she whispered,

"why don't you both go to the bed and just do what comes naturally. Just pretend we are not here,"

She sat down next to Stephen as Lynn led Amy to the bed.

The two girls faced one another. They were both obviously nervous.

They placed their hands on each others hips and began to sway, as if to some unheard music.

Soon they were kissing, their tongues exploring the others mouth. Lynn's hands moved over Amy's body. They seemed to forget they had an audience as they moved against each other, their mouths locked together in a passionate kiss, their lips never parting.

Without taking their hands or mouths off one another they climbed onto the bed.

They began to undress each other and soon they were left wearing only panties.

As they lay on the bed Lynn concentrated on kissing and sucking Amys breasts. Amy lifted her hips and removed her own knickers as Lynn's left hand found it's way between the other girls thighs.

Lucy was spellbound watching the two girls and incredibly turned on.

She jumped slightly as Stephen grabbed the back of her head with his hand and pulled her toward him. Watching the two women on the bed from the corner of her eye she undid Stephens fly to release his erection. She lowered her head and licked around the bulbous end before sliding her mouth over and down the shaft slowly.

Lucy continued to watch the girls as much as she could while she moved her mouth up and down on Stephen's penis.

She was feeling so aroused she couldn't resist pushing her right hand into her panties to sink two fingers into her sopping pussy, causing her to moan lustily around Stephens prick,

"god she would be in heaven if she could only have a huge cock to replace her fingers" she thought. Watching the girls was more sexy than she could ever have imagined and the feel of Stephen in her mouth made her realise how much she had grown to love sucking cock.

She pushed her head all the way down to take him deep into her throat.

As she sucked she idly wondered what effect swallowing a daily dose of sperm was having on her body.

Meanwhile Lynn and Amy were naked.

They were now oblivious of their audience as they lay facing one another. They had their legs entwined grinding pussy against pussy. Lynn's hand roughly kneaded Amy's breast as she sucked greedily on amys tongue. Amy's nails dug hard into Lynn's back as her orgasm approached, her body stiffened and she mashed her lips hard on Lynn's face as she climaxed.

She came down from her shuddering high and clung tightly to Lynn, who was still moving her hips against her.

Lynn hadn't climaxed and Amy still wanted another orgasm.

She managed to untangle her limbs and raise herself up, she turned around into a sixty nine position above Lynn. Immediately she buried her face in Lynn's crotch, causing the younger girl to throw her head back in ecstasy in reaction to Amy's wonderful mouth. She then dived forward to return the favour, lapping and sucking deeply.

Stephen was enthralled by the spectacle before him. He pushed Lucy's head down on his cock hard with one hand, as he crushed and twisted her breast with the other. Using all his strength, he wanted to underline the power he held over her.

He climaxed and virtually exploded down her throat, filling her airways with his hot salty load.

Lucy gagged and swallowed as much as she could, trying to clear her throat.

She writhed and struggled in pain from the abuse Stephen was inflicting to her breast. eventually he relaxed the pressure and she was able to lift her head, tears ran down her face.

She had thought she was going to suffocate, she gasped for breath as drool and cum ran from her mouth over Stephens half erect penis.

He looked down to see the mess and pushed Lucy's face back toward it. She knew her duty, she licked and kissed him, cleaning away the sticky mess.

The two girls on the bed were cuddling and kissing in their sexual afterglow. Stephen smiled happily. it had been one of the best shows he had ever seen. It had been the real thing and not just poor acting like some tacky strip show turn.

Yes he was happy, and all the more so because he had degraded the beautiful and proud Lucy at the same time. Life was good he thought as he stood and zippered himself up.

He left the room without a word or a backward glance.

"How is she?" John asked Lucy when his wife returned to the party.

"Amy's fine. Lynn's with her. I think they will be down soon," she told him.

"Good, I was a little worried, though not particularly because it was Amy," he added quickly.

Lucy smiled "he's such a good man bless him," she thought and felt a small twinge of guilt for all she had put him through.

"You sound a bit croaky, are you okay?" he asked her, he looked concerned.

"Oh, its alright, just a bit of a sore throat. I think I swallowed something I shouldn't have," she said holding back a giggle.

"Would you like me to get you a drink?" John asked as he caressed her neck gently.

"Oh yes please. I've got a taste in my mouth that I just can't seem to get rid of. A white wine would be nice, but not too large. I still have the meeting with the Italians later and I think it might just get a bit tiring," she said.

"You work too hard Luce. Why not let Stephen or Barry do it? you could do with a rest," he told her.

"I'll be okay" she said "they insisted they only wanted to deal with me. Apparently there are things that I bring to the table that no one else can. Oh well I suppose we'd better get on with it. Don't worry about my drink darling, I'll get myself something. I'll go see if they are ready, would you make sure we are not disturbed my sweet"

"Of course. Don't concern yourself about anything out here, you just go in there and kick ass," John said, Lucy hugged him and kissed him hard on the mouth.

"I really love you, " she said, then left to talk with Lynn.

Lucy found Lynn as she came through the door with Amy. She looked at her assistant guiltily but spoke to Lynn.

"I'm going to my office now. I want you to make sure nobody disturbs us, especially John. Just keep him busy serving drinks or something, or maybe have him tidy the kitchen. I don't want him enjoying himself just because I am," she instructed.

Lynn said to leave everything in her hands.

Lucy then went to find Barry. She needed sex desperately. Stephen, as usual, had used her and left her frustrated. She was angry with him for hurting her. She realised some time ago that he was becoming more and more rough in his treatment of her, and she knew it was only a matter of time before he really hurt her. She hated pain but also knew deep inside that she couldn't resist him, or stop anything he wanted to do to her.

She had felt humiliated by Stephen, she was angry and in her frustration she had tried to sake her lust on Amy.

Pulling the naked girl roughly away from Lynn, Lucy had knelt astride the girls stomach. She laughed as she grabbed the unresisting girls nipples. She began twisting and pulling, causing Amy to cry out. Releasing one nipple she reached behind her and began slapping the poor girls pussy wildly.

She knew she couldn't hurt Stephen but she wanted her revenge and Amy was a convenient substitute. She growled as she struck out blindly, wanting to hurt somebody, anybody.

Suddenly there were arms around her, holding her. Someone was kissing her cheek and ear, whispering, cooing soothing words.

Lucy stopped slapping, she turned her head to see Lynn talking to her. Lucy was crying. She slowly came to her senses and released Amy's nipple, then she slumped and cried into Lynn's shoulder as the young girl held her.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I hate him, I hate what he does to me, I hate what he's turned me into. Do you see what I've become?" she said between sobs, she lifted her head and looked at Lynn as the tears ran down her face.

"I love John so much. Why am I doing this to him? I should go down and tell him everything, tell Stephen to fuck off," she said

Lynn stroked Lucy's hair gently and kissed her brow. Now was not the time to start doubting their plan. Lynn was enjoying her life and intended to carry on what they were doing.

She already had command of the house in Lucy's absence, and could see no reason why she couldn't progress to something more.

John was becoming as much her slave as he was Lucy's, and she planned to have Amy under her control as well.

Having tasted the life of luxury that came with working with Lucy she wanted more.

She knew, with careful planning and some cunning she could be mistress of this house and all within it. She just needed to keep Lucy on track.

"There now, just relax. You're angry that's all. You've put a lot of time and effort into this and we are so close now. Just forget Stephen. don't let something like this undo everything you've achieved. I know you love John, we all do! But you know this is the best thing for him: he needs your control. Anybody can see how he worships you, he wants to be your slave. You see how willingly he accepts everything you do to him" she wiped Lucy's tears away with her thumb and taking her face in both hands she kissed Lucy tenderly on the mouth.

Still holding Lucy's face she told her "be strong, go downstairs. Find Barry and the Italians. Do what you planned: get yourself fucked good and proper. Work out your hurt on them: do it the way you enjoy."

Lucy had calmed down somewhat. She sniffed and wiped her eyes.

Lynn was right: they had come too for to stop now, John had become so submissive and she herself had grown into a true dominant. She now enjoyed, even needed to inflict pain and humiliation on her husband. The more he submitted to her, the more she wanted to make him suffer.

She also loved the sex she was now getting. She freely admitted she was a complete slut: she didn't care who she had sex with, she just wanted others to use her. Having a cock in her mouth or pussy now seemed like an obsession, and denying John any relief only made her more excited.

She nodded in acceptance. She would take Lynn's advice.

She looked at Amy who was sitting hugging a pillow.

"I'm so sorry Amy" she said and stroked the younger woman's arm, then to Lynn she said, "you're right Lynn. I don't need Stephens consent to enjoy myself, I'm not going to let him rule my life. I want an orgasm and I will have one. In fact I'm going to have lots. There are three men downstairs just waiting to give them to me" she declared.

She kissed Lynn long and tenderly on the lips, then climbed off the bed, Amy watched the two of them kiss. She felt a surge of jealousy, but she wasn't sure which one she was jealous of.

Lucy led the way into her office.

She closed and locked the door after Barry and the two Italian clients had entered.

Mario and Claude stood with glasses in their hands while Barry sat down in a leather armchair.

Lucy turned and smiled at the three men. She knew she was beautiful, she knew they wanted her and now they were going to have her.

She decided to forgo any pretence as to why they were there, she strode across the room, turned and faced the men and leaned her backside on the edge of her desk.

She wore a dress in her favourite style: figure hugging silk, cut low at the top to emphasize her breasts, and knee length with a split in front. She reached down and grasped each side of the split, she parted and raised her hands to expose her long legs in hold up stockings and panty covered crotch.

"I think we should start this meeting," she said.

Mario was first to react; he approached her and placing his right hand behind her neck he kissed her hard while he let his left hand roam her body.

Lucy immediately felt herself becoming wet and moaned against Mario's mouth.

She had her eyes closed and soon felt other hands on her body, caressing and kneading.

Her dress was unfastened and she allowed it to slide down her body to pool at her feet.

Mario stopped kissing her and before she could get her breath his mouth was replaced by Claude's. Claude was older, around the mid fifties. Lucy wasn't sure how she would feel about having sex with a man so old, but as his tongue delved into her mouth she found herself sucking on it and kissing back passionately. Claude had a weathered face, he looked like someone's uncle. He was also the gentlest of the three of them.

Her panties had gone and there seemed to be hands everywhere: at her pussy, her ass and her breasts, all the time and when a hand was removed it was replaced immediately by another, or a mouth sucking, biting, kissing and licking.

Keeping her eyes closed, she didn't know who was doing what, but she felt she was in heaven.

She was lifted and placed on the desk scattering papers and pens.

A mouth was feeding on her naked pussy, it felt gentle and firm at the same time. Lucy guessed it was Claude and looked down her body to see that she was correct.

She laid her head back with a sigh. Just before she closed her eyes again she caught sight of Mario's cock approaching her mouth. As it touched her lips she parted them wide and it slid deep inside.

With her pent up frustrations Lucy was soon nearing a much needed orgasm.

She sucked hard on Mario, wanting to feel his whole length in her mouth.

The tongue in her pussy was doing what was required and she arched her back as she climaxed, filling Claude's mouth with her juices.

She pulled her mouth off Mario's cock as she gasped for breath.

She wrapped her slim fingers around his erection and slowly masturbated him.

Raising her head she saw Barry sucking on her nipple and the top of Claude's head between her thighs. He stopped his licking and stood upright.

He then replaced his mouth with the biggest cock Lucy had ever seen. She had to stretch her long legs as wide as possible to accommodate him, it felt so wonderful.

"I must have her ass. Turn her over," she heard Mario declare a few minutes later.

She was lifted and rolled over.

The strong hands handled her like a rag doll as she was placed on her front, but not before Barry wormed himself beneath her, and she was impaled on his up thrust erection.

She automatically brought her knees up to support herself, and lay on Barry's chest savouring the feel of him inside her.

She purred in delight as fingers rubbed around Barry's shaft and over her throbbing clitoris.

Those same fingers transferred the wetness to her ass, a finger pushed inside causing her to gasp.

Lucy had never had anything larger than a finger in her ass and hoped she could take Mario's prick.

She pushed back hard on Barry's penis and this parted her buttocks, inviting Mario to enter her.

The finger in her ass was removed and something larger pushed against her opening. Mario's hands griped her hips and pulled her backwards as he thrust forward.

He slid inside her in one long stroke. Lucy groaned loud, she felt she was being torn apart. She tried to move away to stop the pain but Mario held her fast. She tried to tell him no, but for some reason she couldn't speak. She arched her back and screamed silently, her mouth wide.

A firm hand gripped her chin pulling her face round to the side, and Claude's prick was pushed into her mouth.

It was even bigger than she thought. She didn't know which was being stretched more, her ass or her mouth.

She forced her lips over the giant penis and sucked, her mouth was completely filled, she didn't even have room to move her tongue.

Mario began steadily thrusting in and out of her. This had the effect of moving her back and forth on Barry's prick and also moved her mouth over Claude's huge weapon.

Very soon the pain in her ass changed to a pleasurable feeling of being filled. She was being used in all three of her holes, and hands still groped and caressed her everywhere.

Lucy felt she would go insane with pleasure. She had never felt anything this good in her life, she wanted it to last for ever but couldn't deny the climax building inside her.

She screamed but Claude's cock stopped any sound emerging as she thrashed in the biggest orgasm she had ever had.

As she came down off her high, she relaxed and savoured the feeling of being fucked so completely.

Shortly after however, Claude announced they should change places.

Again Lucy was manhandled into position: this time she was on her back with her hips hanging over the edge of the desk.

Claude held her ankles keeping her feet high in the air and wide apart.

He manoeuvred his hips to position his cock at Lucy's ass, she panicked "no, no please Claude not there. You are too big. Please fuck my pussy, I want to feel you in my pussy again," she pleaded.

Claude smiled. He released one of her legs and took her by the hand, he kissed it gentlemanly

"I will be honoured to fuck you anyhow you like, but I mean to have your beautiful ass sometime soon," and with that he pushed into her pussy in one long slow stoke making her swoon with delight.

A semi erect cock was pushed into her unresisting mouth. She opened her eyes to see it was Mario and Lucy briefly thought about how he had just been inside her ass, but in her present state she didn't care and sucked him all the way into her throat greedily, feeling him grow hard once more in her mouth..

Lucy lay on the desk, idly playing with one of her nipples.

She felt sleepy.

She was full of sperm from three men who had used her as they wished and she had loved every second. Now they were dressing and she knew she had to move.

Slowly she pulled her aching body off the desk and almost collapsed as she tried to stand.

Claude and Mario were soon at her side supporting her.

She smiled her thanks and looked down at herself, her skin was red and scratched in places and she had splashes of cum all over her body. Her stockings were torn and soaked and becoming worse as the cum leaked from her pussy and ass to run down her thighs, she bent down and removed them.

She would be forced to return to the party bare legged and hope John didn't notice.

Finding a box of tissues in the bottom drawer of her desk, she had to use most of them to clean herself sufficiently to dress.

Again Claude helped her, but when she looked for her panties she couldn't find them. Then she saw Mario holding them to his face breathing in her aroma, with a smile and a flourish he tucked them into his jacket pocket.

Lucy laughed and felt strangely flattered.

"You look exhausted Luce," John greeted his wife when she returned to the party.

"I feel it. It was non stop in there," she replied, she sipped her wine.

"How did it go? I hope you got everything you wanted," he said.

"Oh yes. I'm well satisfied. Claude gave me much more than I ever expected," she said, she squeezed her thighs together, she imagined she could still feel him inside her.

"Well I'm glad, if anybody deserves it its you: the amount of hours you put in," John told her and kissed her cheek.

The party started to break up an hour or so later and Lucy found John talking to Barry.

"Stephen and the clients are ready to go now, take Stephens car and get yourself a cab back, here that should cover it," she handed him the keys to Stephens car and some cash then turned away to say her goodbyes to those guests who were leaving.

John stood for a minute. Lucy had spoken to him so coldly, as if he were a servant. But then, wasn't that what he had been just lately?

He knew Lucy must be tired after all the work she had done this evening.

Perhaps she was a bit irritable because of it.

Maybe it was just as well that the party was winding down so she could rest.

He sighed and went to collect his passengers.

As soon as the last guests had left Lucy got busy preparing a few things.

She had Lynn and Amy go around making the house as untidy and messy as they could, while she took Barry to the pool house.

This was Lucy and John's dream project when they first married.

A small one room building to one side of the pool which they furnished with items to provide a sexy and romantic den to spend warm summer nights.

They had had a few special times in there and Lucy stood for a minute fondly remembering.

She shook her head, "get a grip Luce," she told herself.

She pulled the mattress from the bed, then she had Barry replace it with one she knew was in the garage waiting to be disposed of.

She then splashed water over the bed. She removed the bedding save for one single blanket, which she spread over the damp mattress.

Following Lucy's instructions, Barry then moved various items into the pool house to make it as unwelcoming as possible.

When they returned to the house Lucy was pleased with the mess the two girls had made.

She called Lynn to her, Amy followed like a pet puppy, "well done you two," she congratulated them, "now listen," she continued "I will be leaving early in the morning and I've arranged it so John will be sleeping in the pool house. I've had you make this mess because I don't want him sitting around all day tomorrow. So it'll be up to both of you to keep him busy. Oh, and Lynn, I bought you a gift," she gave Lynn a box two inches wide and two feet long.

Lynn opened it and removed an ebony riding crop. She slipped the leather loop over her wrist and flicked the crop from side to side. A wide smile split her face.

"As I said, I want John busy. You two are to have as much fun as you can, make this weekend the most miserable he's ever had," Lucy instructed them.

She took Lynn's face between her two hands, looked into her eyes and told her.

"I bought you that crop for a reason, so use it. I want to see some nice welts on John's body when I return. Now, he should be home soon, so take your new little pet," she reached over and stroked Amy's cheek and ran her thumb across her lips and into her mouth, Amy automatically sucked on the invading digit

"and have a good night," she told them.

By the time I had dropped Stephen and his clients off, and then managed to summon a taxi I had been out of the house almost one and a half hours.

When I eventually arrived home the party was over.

Lucy and Barry were the only people left in the house.

Lucy relaxed on the sofa sipping wine, Barry was slouched in an armchair, he looked the worst for wear.

"Hello darling, you made it home safely then?" she greeted me cheerfully

"I'm afraid Barry has had a bit of a heavy evening. So I told him he could stay over tonight, and with the spare room still being full of stuff I thought it would be better if he slept in your room. You don't mind do you? no of course you don't, you're such a dear. I thought you could sleep in the pool house. Its a nice night so you shouldn't be cold."

I was taken aback, this had come completely out of the blue. I tried to process it.

"But ..emm... why don't I sleep on the sofa?" I asked, not understanding why I should give up my bed, but unable to put my thoughts into words.

"Oh no, just look at the mess," Lucy said as if it were a ridiculous suggestion "besides I have to leave early tomorrow and I wouldn't want to disturb you. Now, I've poured you a scotch and I'm tired, so if you would give Barry a hand up the stairs we can all get some sleep," she said, she stood to show there would be no more discussion.

Reluctantly, I helped Barry to my room, and wishing my wife a good night I made my way to the pool house.

I was stunned. I didn't really know what had just happened.

I had already been relegated to the spare bedroom, now suddenly I was no longer sleeping in my own house, while the bastard who had taken my job now slept in my bed.

It had never even occurred to me to suggest sleeping with Lucy.

I merely did as she told me. Something that I had been doing more and more lately.

The pool house was a mess The bed was covered with junk. I wracked my brain trying to think how it got into such a state. looking back at the house I could see that all the lights were off, so Lucy was probably in bed. I knew I had better not disturb her, so with a sigh, I started to clear the bed.

I had even forgotten to drink my whisky,


Part Seven - Beaten

I awoke stiff and cold the following morning.

I was tired and miserable.

I had had a very bad night: after I had discovered that the bed was damp and somewhat smelly, I finally managed to fall asleep on the floor.

Now I staggered outside into the bright sunshine.

Making my way to the kitchen door I found it was locked. I no longer had my own key so I knocked tentatively and waited, hoping that Lucy wouldn't mind me disturbing her.

I then remembered that she had left early for a meeting, "shit" what was I to do now?

I stood looking around me, wondering how I was going to get into the house when I saw movement through the window of the annex.

I approached Lynn's door and hesitated. I tried to convince myself that I didn't want to disturb her, but deep down I knew I was scared.

I was a grown man in my own home and I was frightened of what my housekeeper would say and do if I asked her to let me in.

I felt pathetic.

Steeling myself I knocked on the door, Lynn answered and just looked at me like I was something she had stepped in, tapping her toe impatiently she said "well?"

"I'm..I,m sorry to disturb you Miss, but my wife has gone out and she must have forgotten to unlock the door and I was wondering if you could let me use your key please?" I asked with my eyes on the ground like a child.

Lynn rolled her eyes and sighed audibly then turned back into the room. She pushed the door shut, I thought she was going to ignore me and I wondered what I should do.

I could hear talking through the door but not what was being said, then at least two people laughing.

A few seconds later Lynn opened the door again and in her pyjamas, she walked past me to the main house.

As I turned to follow her and just before Lynn's door shut I saw Amy inside in tiny shorts and tee with the biggest grin on her face.

Lynn opened the door for me. I walked into the kitchen of my house and I couldn't believe the mess that greeted me: rubbish from the party was everywhere - spilt drinks, dropped food and discarded plates and glasses were scattered as if somebody had trashed the house.

Lynn must have seen my shocked expression,

"You can clear this up later, you've got all day after all. First you can make tea and toast for two, we'll take it on the patio."

She turned and left without waiting for a reply.

To my shame I never once even considered not doing what she told me.

Fifteen minutes later I walked outside to serve breakfast to the two girls as they sat in the morning sun. They stopped talking when I neared them, but I noticed they were both grinning.

Lynn held a riding crop in her hand, idly swinging it from side to side.

I placed the tray on the table and poured the tea and when I turned to go Amy spoke.

"John! I was just telling Lynn about what you wear under your pants. She doesn't believe me!"

We looked at one another. She was leaning back in her chair, her head tilted to one side, a smirk on her face. I didn't know what she was planning but I was sure it wasn't in my best interest.

"Why don't you show her?" she added.

I didn't know what to do. I looked from one girl to the other. What I saw were two girlish faces grinning cruelly at me, and worse, they had authority over me from Lucy.

I felt as if I should make a stand and refuse them, but it was as if all my fight had been torn out of me.

"Please Amy don't do this?" I whined like a child, then yelped in pain.

Lynn had casually flicked the crop across the back of my thigh,

"that's Miss Amy to you," she told me harshly.

"I... I'm sorry Miss Amy," I said contritely, rubbing at the pain in my leg.

"Well? go on, show us, " Amy demanded losing her patience.

"Please Miss, I ca" I didn't finish what I was going to say as Lynn shouted at me.

"Will you just do as you're fucking told? Do you have to argue and moan all the fucking time?" she sounded genuinely angry now.

Trembling with fear, I loosened my pants and hesitating for just a second, pulled them down to my thighs to expose my captured penis.

Lynn leaned close to inspect me. I felt my face burning as she placed the crop beneath my flaccid member and bounced it up and down a few times.

"Its all shrunken. I think it must be embarrassed, don't you John?" she remarked laughing.

I was too humiliated to answer. I knew my face was beet red and I just stared at the ground in shame.

"Go. You've got a lot of cleaning to do today," Lynn suddenly said, she then turned away from me to drink her tea.

I had been dismissed out of hand.

Miserably I pulled my pants up, but Lynn spun back and laid her crop firmly on top of my hands.

"No. Take them off. You don't need trousers to do housework," she commanded.

I looked at her in horror. Surely she wasn't serious? But one look at her face told me she definitely was.

I had to get away from these two before things got worse - as if they could.

I let my pants drop and stepped out of them. Leaving my trousers and shorts in a pile on the patio I left before I could be humiliated further.

With head down to hide the tears forming in my eyes, I made my escape, naked from the waist down.

In the kitchen I leaned against the sink, I gripped the edge until my knuckles turned white.

I could hear the two girls laughing.

I screwed my eyes shut, "fuck you, I'm not you're fucking servant," I said to myself.

I knew I should just go to my room to get some more clothes, but I didn't have the courage.

It turned out to be a very hard day for me.

After I had made myself a quick breakfast, I set about tidying the house.

I had been working for no more than a half hour when Lynn and Amy entered.

They watched me work, inspecting everything I did. It took only ten minutes for them to find fault.

I was on my knees with a brush and pan sweeping under the kitchen table when Lynn prodded me with her foot.

"Hey wimp, you've missed a bit," she informed me, and emphasized her point with a sharp whack to my ass.

I jumped and yelped only to receive another stinging stroke across the back of my leg.

"Don't you dare fucking ignore me. Clear it up," she snarled and hit me again, this time on the hip.

I tried to dodge the blows, but I realised she would keep hitting me until I did as she said, so I forced myself to focus on cleaning the floor as fast as I could.

This set the pattern for the day.

I wasn't told that I could stop for a break, and I was now so cowed by Lynn's crop that I was too frightened to suggest I have one. Even when I had to prepare and serve lunch to my two tormentors I returned straight back to my work.

They followed me everywhere, watching me work.

They continually corrected me and kept telling me the best way to do certain things. They also managed to find fault in almost everything I did, and the crop found my ass and legs with more and more frequency. Soon I was covered in angry welts and I was flinching and cowering every time either of the girls came near me.

In short, I felt broken.

I was terrified that whatever I did would be wrong and bring more pain.

I finished the ground floor and made my way upstairs to clean the bedrooms and bathrooms.

Lucy's room was a mess, worse than I had ever seen it.

She had pulled clothes and things from every cupboard and drawer. The bed looked as if somebody had had a fight in it.

I was ordered to gather all the displaced items of clothing and iron them before putting them away.

That task alone took me most of the afternoon.

My room - where Barry had slept, was by contrast neat and tidy. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought that this room hadn't been used at all.

At around five o'clock in the afternoon I had at last finished.

I collapsed, sitting on the floor in exhaustion, but I immediately stood up again, as sitting only hurt my punished backside.

I felt filthy - I was filthy! I needed a shower and asked Lynn's permission to go and clean myself.

She consented.

I realised with shame, that I had never needed to gain another's permission for anything like that before. But I didn't dare risk being punished for just assuming I could do something without asking first.

I slunk away like a timid dog.

I ached all over and my bottom and legs were marked with red and painful stripes. I was so miserable, I felt near to tears.

As I showered I dreaded what torments the evening might hold for me.

Worse was the fact that I knew I would accept whatever indignities they would think of.

Another small piece of myself appeared to have been taken from me......I missed Lucy so much and longed for her to return,

"oh Lucy, please come home."

Thirty miles away Lucy stood up from her sun bed on the lawn behind the large and impressive house of her Italian hosts.

She stretched, knowing that the three men were staring at her perfect figure.

They had each had sex with her at least twice since she had arrived at nine o'clock that morning.

Now she felt so tired,

"I really must slow down," she thought "maybe go a day or two without sex," Yes - she decided she would spend tomorrow resting, perhaps have a day dedicated to just tormenting John.

She smiled to herself as she thought of her husband.

She wondered what he was doing at that moment. In her mind she imagined him hard at work, maybe scrubbing floors or something similar.

She knew she didn't have to make life so hard for him, but that was the fun part.

Would she enjoy life as much when he was a mindless slave?

Would it be as much fun with him obeying her without the cunning and subterfuge?

Did she really want a slave at all?

She really missed John's love making. She had had more sex in the past few months than she would have thought possible, but it was sex - not love. There was no tenderness in her life anymore.

She was sure she could enslave him, no problem, but at what price?

She looked around for her bikini top. She knew she would have to make a move soon if she wanted to get home before dark.

She had been invited by Claude to visit him and meet his business partner Tony.

They had asked her to spend the day by the pool.

She knew what was really required and accepted eagerly.

She had dropped Barry off on the way, he had sulked again when she told him he couldn't accompany her.

He was becoming too clingy lately. He didn't want her seeing other men. He had even told her he loved her, that he wanted to marry her. She felt a little guilty that she had scoffed at him, but the truth was, she loved John and always would.

If she intended to follow through with the plan and keep John in chastity, maybe it was time to think about finding another substitute for his imprisoned cock.

When she had first arrived Lucy had started flirting immediately, and the morning had been entirely taken up with sex and drink, although Lucy only drank cola - knowing she had to drive home.

Tony was middle aged and hard looking. His body was also hard with muscle and his face was tanned with a craggy complexion. He seemed to be scowling all the time.

Lucy didn't at first like him, sensing there was a core of violence under the businesslike façade. But like Claude, he acted the perfect gentleman, treating Lucy like royalty.

Even so Lucy made a mental note not to cross him.

The three men had undressed her almost as soon as she had stepped through the door, and for the next three hours she was kept naked.

She was passed from one groping pair of hands to the next.

It seemed nothing was taboo as hands, mouths, toys and anything a sexually charged man's mind could think of was used on her willing and eager body.

She had had more orgasm's than she could count as she wallowed in the role of their sex toy.

Claude, Tony and Mario had taken her in every way and combination they had wanted or could think of, with one exception; she wouldn't let Claude have her ass, he was just too big.

She did however agree with him that he could train her, to gradually stretch her ass enough to accommodate him.

He even presented her with her first butt plug to start the training. She allowed Claude to insert the bung as she posed on hands and knees on the patio table.

Tony found it too irresistible to see her thus and removed the plug so he could take her again.

Lucy promised Claude she would reinsert the butt plug once she reached home. To compensate him she danced naked for him before taking his erection into her mouth. She brought him to an explosive climax by giving him the best blow job she possibly could.

After they had eaten lunch the men relaxed and Lucy was allowed to rest, although she still received the odd caress or grope whenever one of the men was within touching distance.

Now she stretched and ran her hands over her breasts and down to her bikini covered pussy.

She teased the men, they couldn't tear their eyes from her body. She had them now. She knew they would do anything she desired, she smiled to herself, men were so pathetic.

She walked across the patio and kissed each one of them sensuously just to tease them, then entered the house to shower.

She wasn't the least surprised when Tony joined her and devotedly soaped and washed her.

"Where's John?" Lucy asked as she joined Lynn and Amy in the lounge.

She sat heavily into her armchair, kicking off her shoes. She needed a drink after her drive home and ordered Amy to fetch her a glass of wine.

"He's in the shower, trying to sooth his ass I wouldn't be surprised," Amy answered handing Lucy a full glass. She then sat down on the sofa and laid her hand on Lynn's thigh.

Lucy looked at them with a raised eyebrow

"we've had a very interesting day," Lynn explained and went on to tell Lucy all that had happened with John.

When she told Lucy how she had forbidden John to wear any pants Lucy sat up and beamed a big smile, "what a wonderful idea!" she exclaimed and poured herself another glass of wine, "in fact, I think Amy, you should pay a visit to that shop on Monday and buy a selection of small frilly aprons. John will look so cute. Maybe we can even get him to wear a proper maids outfit, " she laughed out loud, the two girls joined in and they all clinked glasses in a toast to their successful day.

I was drying myself after showering when Lucy entered my bedroom. I beamed a big smile when I saw her. I hugged her and we kissed.

"Oh god Luce, I'm so glad you're home. I've really missed you today," I gushed, smothering her face with kisses.

She smiled warmly back at me "I've missed you too John I really have,"

she sat down on the end of my bed as I stood facing her. She leaned forward and placing a hand on my hip she pulled me around so she could see my red glowing ass.

"That looks like it hurts," she said, stroking her fingers across the welts on my ass and legs.

I nodded "yes it does," I told her "Lucy you need to have a word with Lynn," sitting down next to her, I continued "she made me work all day almost naked, and you can see what she did with that bloody riding crop," I complained. But I immediately felt like a child telling tales.

"Hmm... yes I can see," she tapped the end of her finger on her lips as if considering something

"but I can't really say too much to her about it. After all, we both gave her the authority to administer punishment, and If she decides you should be naked it would only undermine her position if I overruled her." she sighed

"No. If Lynn thinks you should be naked I don't think we can really argue with her. It would just lead to bad feelings all round. Come on, you must admit it makes sense? Besides, you look really hot with your cute little ass all red and wriggling," she licked her lips and playfully grabbed my bottom.

I jumped as I was still somewhat sore.

As usual Lucy baffled me with her logic and I found myself agreeing without really understanding what she was talking about.

"I don't know. Oh I suppose so, you're probably right. It just seems so unfair sometimes," my objections trailed off.

It was obvious this was yet another argument I was destined to lose.

"There, there, we all have to make sacrifices now and then. Look, why don't you finish what you were doing and then come to my room. I could do with a massage, its been a very tiring day," she kissed me again and squeezed my encased penis.

She stood and sashayed from the room, leaving me confused and with a painful erection.

Lucy was laying face down, naked, on her bed as I rubbed perfumed oil gently into her back.

After the way she had spoken minutes earlier, I hoped she would remove my cock cage so we could make love or even strap on a dildo and use my ass.

But when I kissed her neck and nibbled her ear she said she was tired and she really didn't feel like sex and would I be a dear and do something for her.

I told her I would do anything she wanted.

For some strange reason, she informed me, she fancied having her feet and ass licked.

I had no objections to that, so I spent the next half hour first kissing and then licking her feet lovingly before making my way slowly up her legs to bury my tongue in her ass.

As I licked, I thought my attentions would arouse her, but after some time worshiping her gorgeous bum I realised to my dismay that she was asleep.

On Sunday, Lucy at least paid some attention to me. Even though it wasn't always pleasant.

She lounged almost all day in her long black lacy nightdress, (I'm sure she wore it just to tease me) and thought of endless things for me to do.

After preparing breakfast and cleaning the already spotless house, I spent my time doing Lucy's bidding. She had me running upstairs or to various parts of the house to fetch things that either weren't there, or she later decided she didn't really need.

I rearranged bookshelves, only to have her later want me to put them back as they were.

There seemed no end to the things she wanted me to do, and all of them were completely pointless. Eventually, she couldn't hide her amusement at my scampering about, so I sat on the floor in front of her and looked as stern as I could "why are you doing this Luce?" I demanded.

"Oh John, its only a bit of fun," she said "I just wanted to see how far you would go, it was just a game," she shrugged her shoulders then sat up and looked down on me, her red hair fell over her face and she said in a sexy whisper " anyway I think it's made me quite randy, how would you like to make love to me?"

I climbed eagerly onto my knees "oh god Lucy, yes please," I said as I grabbed both of her hands in gratitude.

She looked down at me, a wicked smile appeared on her face.

"Hmmm... you know what? I think I'm going to let you lick my pussy," she had me completely, I was like a rabbit in headlights, I listened to her words, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her moist lips, even when she began stroking herself through her nightdress.

"and then, when you've brought me to two orgasms, I'm going to whip your ass until its bright red. And then I'm going to fuck your ass, and if you please me, if you really please me, then I'm going to tie you down on the table and ride you until you beg me to stop."

"Oh Christ Lucy, yes. Whatever you want," I was almost busting out of my chastity belt.

I felt so excited suddenly, and so grateful that I dropped her hands and began slobbering over her feet and legs trying to show how thankful I was.

I kissed my way eagerly up her legs. I ran my hands up the outside of her thighs loving the softness and smoothness, as I reached her hips I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and tugged gently.

I was staring at her long legs and breathing hard.

Lucy raised her hips slightly and I felt a sense of honour as she permitted me to remove her underwear. She pulled the hem of her nightdress up and parted her legs, inviting me to place my mouth on her vulva to begin.

Lucy enjoyed pushing John.

She could see him becoming more and more exasperated.

She couldn't stop herself giggling every time she gave him an order, and he would shake his head and start muttering to himself.

She was amazed at how long he put up with it, she thought anybody else would have put a stop to her nonsense long before now.

She realised then just how subjugated he had become. He was well on his way to becoming a slave. This thought immediately caused her pussy to throb, and although she had promised herself a day without sex, she knew she couldn't resist her feelings.

Perhaps she was a nymphomaniac? No, it wasn't that, she just loved sex, and it seemed just about everything she did lately turned her on.

Lucy held Johns head, keeping his mouth firmly locked onto her pussy.

Her head was flung back into the chair in pleasure, "0h god, John is so good at this," she thought as her body stiffened. She was approaching her first orgasm and pulled his face harder against her.

She began thrusting her hips up and down and she emitted a strangled scream in response to the intense sensations of her climax.

She lay gasping, as John now gently ran his tongue over her throbbing clitoris.

As her body began to settle down she stroked his hair. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she gently but firmly pushed him down until he was laying on his back on the floor.

She climbed languidly off the chair and kneeling, she straddled his body.

John lay on the floor looking up into the face of his sexy wife.

With her hands on his chest she bit her bottom lip as she rocked her hips, slowly sliding her soaking pussy back and forth over his stomach. She brushed the tangled mass of red hair back from her face, then pulling the shoulder straps of her nightdress down, she allowed the material to fall away from her upper body.

Taking Johns wrists she guided his hands to her breasts and showed him how she wanted him to squeeze and maul her tits.

Just a short time ago she had hated any pain, now she craved a little abuse inflicted on her body, especially when it was her breasts being mistreated. Just another legacy of Stephen's hold over her.

She inched her way up Johns body until she was poised with her crotch over his face, then licking her lips she lowered herself and sighed as his tongue began its work again.

Lucy wanted to make this last as long as possible. She ground her crotch on her obedient husband's mouth as he worked feverously trying to bring her the pleasure of another orgasm. Each time she felt a climax approaching she would lift herself away from his busy mouth, delaying her orgasm for as long as she could.

Lucy was in paradise, she wanted to make this last and last.

My jaw and tongue ached terribly.

I had been licking Lucy for so long. It seemed every time she approached a climax, she would stop me by pulling my mouth away from her.

I was determined to satisfy her and kept on eating her the way I knew she liked. It went on for so long and I was growing so tired, but after what had seemed to have been at least an hour she pushed her crotch hard down my face. She grabbed my nipples, pinching and twisting them, causing me to struggle in pain.

All at once my mouth was flooded with Lucy's juices as she climaxed. Her thighs clamped the sides of my head forcing me to swallow every drop.

We lay side by side as Lucy recovered.

I caressed and kissed her perfect breasts adoringly until she eased me aside and stood up.

Without a word she walked from the room and I waited until she returned with a large black lifelike dildo strapped to her hips.

I knew what was coming. I was nervous and excited, this dildo was much larger than any she had used before.

She surprised me when she knelt beside me and lifted my head with one hand while she held the dildo to my mouth with the other.

I looked at her, pleading with my eyes, surely she didn't expect me to suck it? It was just too humiliating. I tried weakly to keep my mouth closed, but she just pressed the thing hard against my lips as she grinned and said "come on slut, you know you'll love it. Show me what a good little cocksucker you are?"

Reluctantly I did as she demanded. As she forced it between my lips I automatically opened my mouth and began sucking the huge plastic cock.

With each long, slow thrust she worked it further and further down my throat. I had to concentrate hard to stop myself gagging. The entire time she verbally abused me and called me filthy names like "suck it you filthy whore, get it wet before it splits your ass you cocksucking slut."

It was obvious Lucy loved abusing me while we played her games, but I didn't receive any pleasure from this treatment by her, and I got the impression that I wasn't meant to. I also didn't think Lucy really cared whether I enjoyed it or not.

I was almost choking, saliva ran down my chin. I could feel the black monster pushing at the back of my throat.

Lucy held me with her hands gripping my hair, pulling me forcibly to meet her thrusts. I thought I was about to throw up when she finally took mercy on me and withdrew from my mouth.

She was very excited, she had a maniacal grin on her face as she pushed me violently onto my front.

I was gasping for breath. I could find no strength to resist her.

She knelt behind me and grabbed my hips. I bit my lip as she pulled my ass up. My head rested on the back of my hands on the floor, my ass in the air. I felt her grip my buttocks- spreading them, and then the dildo pushed against my ass.

I clenched my fists and screwed my eyes shut, I felt I was being split in two when she forced the dildo all the way into my ass with the first thrust.

I pushed my head hard into the carpet fighting the pain, but I couldn't stop myself from crying out in agony.

She showed me no mercy and I made no attempt to stop her.

She started a rhythmic thrusting into me.

I groaned with the pain but as she worked her dildo in and out the discomfort began to ease, it still hurt badly but was becoming more bearable.

I yelped as she suddenly slapped the back of my leg. She began spanking me to the rhythm of her dildo fucking me.

My ass and thighs were soon on fire and my insides burned in pain, but at no time did I resist anything she wanted to do to me. In my befuddled brain I even, in some perverted way, accepted her right to treat me like this.

I felt her hand reach around my body and grasp my caged cock, adding to my suffering as she squeezed and pulled my erection. I whimpered at this new hurt. But then, despite everything I was going through, I could feel myself approaching a climax.

Even with the pain she was causing me - hurting as much as I was, I silently prayed for her not to stop, to please, at last allow me to cum.

Then suddenly, with pain all over my body, I climaxed.

My penis felt like it was being crushed inside it's steel tube. I was jerking wildly, the pain and humiliation only seemed to add to the glorious sensations I was feeling.

"Yes..yes..please. Oh God yes. Thank you, thank you," I was so genuinely grateful to Lucy that she had permitted me to orgasm.

Lucy finally stopped fucking and slapping me.

She lay motionless across my back as I knelt on all fours.

After a couple minutes she raised herself. She pulled my head back with her left hand while her right, which had been gripping my rapidly wilting penis, slid across my mouth, wiping sperm over my lips.

I instinctively licked her hand before I realised what she had on her fingers. But I was too exhausted to care, and it was too late to stop her pushing her hand into my mouth. I licked and sucked her fingers clean.

As we lay in one another's arms on the floor, I stroked one finger down Lucy's cheek, she looked into my eyes.

"I love you so much John. No matter what happens between us, always remember that. I really love you," she whispered.

I was puzzled by her words, but I knew nothing would ever stop me loving her.

I didn't get to have my chastity cage removed after all.

Lucy declared that she was too tired for any more sex, and in truth I was tired as well, plus my ass and cock still hurt terribly.

We showered together and I took immense pleasure in washing and towelling dry Lucy's body.

Afterward, despite my discomfort and to Lucy's enjoyment, she sat fully clothed and watched as she had me make dinner while I was still naked.

We ate our meal and chatted as we drank wine. I felt so close to Lucy at that moment that I even forgot I was nude.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I bought you a gift" she suddenly announced.

I was suspicious that she wanted to hurt or humiliate me again, and I was right to be so as, smiling, she handed me a black rubber butt plug.

I'd seen them previously, when looking at porn on the internet, but this was the first one I had ever held in my hand. I wondered where she had got it from. When I asked her, she replied "oh don't worry about that. A friend gave it to me as a joke, and I thought it would be nice if you wore it for me. You would if you loved me."

She studied me, I studied the butt plug.

I didn't want to have this thing inside me. I was still a bit sore from our earlier sex, but her request seemed innocent enough, and the plug was smaller than the dildo I had been forced to take.

With her using such emotional blackmail I felt I couldn't refuse her.

It seemed like I couldn't refuse anything she wanted nowadays.

I stood up from the table. With my face burning in embarrassment, I turned away so I didn't have to look at her, I then realised I had my rear facing her. Even so I swallowed what little pride I had left and bent over. I felt around behind me, positioning the head of the plug between my buttocks. I tried to tentatively push the plug in my ass, but it hurt my already abused opening.

Lucy watched me struggling and suggested I squat and use my fingers to open myself first. I did as she advised, feeling even more embarrassed, if that were possible, as I worked my fingers into myself. Eventually, after no little pain and a lot of effort I managed to insert the plug. I felt uncomfortable and full.

"How long do you want me to keep this thing inside me?" I asked, my fingers played over the base of the plug and I squirmed, trying to adjust to the feeling of being plugged

" Permanently of course. You keep that where it is, the only time you are to remove it is when you need the toilet or if I want to use your ass," she told me, and looked at me as if I were a simpleton.

At work the next day, I was summoned to Lucy's office.

I was eager to see my wife, but I was also apprehensive: I could never be certain what was going to happen to me where Lucy was involved.

I knocked on her door and waited as I had recently been instructed.

"Come," I heard her call.

"You sent for me ma,am," I said as I at last entered her office, she had kept me waiting for around ten minutes.

"Ah, yes John ," she said as if she were surprised to see me "drop your pants will you? "she then told me in the way she would tell somebody to have a seat.

I was surprised by her order but obeyed none the less. I wondered if maybe she wanted to make love.

"Have you been to the toilet today?" she asked,

I was puzzled as to why she wanted to know. I was more embarrassed talking about my bodily functions, than I was to be standing with my trousers around my ankles in my wife's office.

"Er... yes ma,am why?" I answered nervously.

"I thought so. So, you removed your plug then?" she asked.

"Well.... Emm yes I did. I needed to," I told her. I had a bad feeling about where this was going.

"But you didn't ask permission, did you?" she said.

She sat swivelling on her leather office chair, her hands clasped together in front of her face. I stood feeling even more exposed.

"I didn't know I had to," I said. I now knew this was not going to turn out well for me.

She pushed herself suddenly forward and slammed her palm down on her desk scattering pens

"why the fuck do you think I had you wear it? do you think you can take it out any time you feel like it? what the hell's the point of using it in the first place?" she was angry and almost shouting by now. I knew I had better try to calm her down.

"I'm sorry ma`am, I didn't realise, it won't happen again. I promise," I was contrite and acted as humble as I could.

"You are damn right it won't. Take off your clothes and get on your knees," she demanded harshly.

In the mood she was in I didn't dare disobey her. I quickly shed the remainder of my clothes.

When I was kneeling naked she opened her desk drawer and lifted out a riding crop. My first thought was to wonder whether it was the same one as Lynn had used on me. Then it occurred to me with real fear, I was to be punished again.

Lucy walked around her desk and crossed the room to where I was on my knees. Without warning she slashed the crop across my chest. I yelled and fell forward on the floor in pain, clutching my ribs. More pain exploded on my back and I jerked backwards as I tried desperately with one hand to reach the pain.

"Get back up, now," Lucy snarled.

I was trembling in fear, I was terrified of my own wife. I struggled back to my knees trying to rub away the pain in my back and chest.

Lucy squatted down in front of me so her face was just a few inches from mine.

She spoke in a calm and quiet voice

"put your hands on your head and keep them there. You are going to be punished and if you remove your hands or move in any way the punishment starts all over. Is that clear?"

I tried to answer but only a croak emerged. She placed her finger to my lips

"shhh, don't speak. You're not to make a sound, just nod your head if you understand,"

I hesitated as her words sank into my numb brain. I still didn't know why I deserved to be punished, but I nodded submissively, I didn't want to make the situation any worse for myself.

Lucy's satisfied smile didn't reach her eyes, she crossed to her desk and returned with two nipple clamps, (where did she keep getting these things from?) I watched docilely and winced as she clipped them painfully to my nipples.

She slowly circled my kneeling form. I tensed, but kept perfectly still. Then I almost yelped in shock and pain when she slashed me across my back again, but I remembered her order to be silent and clenched my teeth determined to obey.

Lucy slowly walked around me, randomly striking any part of my body she wanted to, and all the time she was lecturing me.

"I work hard all day. I have a high pressure job. I take responsibility for a whole department. Then I come home and have to make all the decisions there too. I only ask that you do as you're told, how hard can that be? I struggle to pay the bills and never get any thanks - when was the last time you thanked me? when was the last time you actually did anything at all for me? you never stop complaining, all you ever think about is yourself. I'm sick of it. Why can't you just do as I tell you? " On and on she admonished me, punctuating every few words with a slash of the crop.

Ten minutes later I was reduced to tears. My head hung down, my hands still clasped tightly to it. I was in pain everywhere. I could take no more.

"Please ma,am please stop. I promise to be good, I won't ever disobey you again. I swear, I've learned my lesson. Please ma,am have mercy. I beg you," I pleaded between sobs.

She at last stopped hitting me and threw the crop onto the desk.

She sharply pulled the clamps from my nipples, I screamed silently in pain as the blood surged back through them.

She sat with one buttock on the edge of her desk and folded her arms across her chest. I remained kneeling with my hands on my head.

"Get dressed. Remember why this happened and what you just said. Don't disobey me. If I haven't given you an instruction, don't just assume you can do what you want. If you're not sure about something ask me. You brought this on yourself John. I don't enjoy this any more than you do. Just behave yourself and we won't have to do it all again. Now go - get back to work and don't take that plug out without asking me first,"

She turned away and sat at her desk. She resumed her work, ignoring me.

I had received my punishment and was now dismissed,

" yes ma,am, thank you," I mumbled.

I quickly dressed and with head hanging down in defeat I left, ignoring Amy's knowing smirk as I passed her.

I managed to avoid contact with anyone else as I made my way back to the cave: knowing if I was stopped I would as likely cry. That thought made me feel ashamed.

I sat at my bench. I was angry at Lucy and the way she had treated me.

But the more I brooded on the subject the more I began to think that maybe she was right.

It was my own fault; Everything was my own fault, I had just taken things for granted. I had agreed to obey her. I had no right to remove the butt plug without her say so. Of course she would be upset and angry, She had every right to be. I had really left her no option but to punish me. I was in the wrong and I deserved everything I got.

This is what I had to convinced myself to believe. The alternative was unthinkable.

If Lucy did this because she didn't love me anymore, I didn't know how I could bare to live.

When I arrived home that afternoon I entered the back door (I still didn't possessed a key to the house. Lucy had decided some time ago that I didn't need one as there would always be someone at home to allow me access) I went to my room to change into my house clothes, or lack of clothes to be more precise. Wearing just a sleeveless vest I saw my reflection in the mirror, red stripes still covered my body and the butt plug was clearly visible.

I sighed and went to start my chores and face Lynn's inevitable mockery.

My work at home wasn't as hard as it used to be as I had cleaned the house so often that it only needed the minimum of attention.

However, this didn't stop Lynn finding fault and adding to the angry welts crisscrossing my body.

I meekly accepted the abuse, and determined to make amends to Lucy I even mumbled my thanks to Lynn for chastising me.

At no time did she mention the marks on my body or the butt plug and somehow I found this worse, it was as if they now considered physical abuse as a normal everyday thing.

Later when Lucy came home from work I was really nervous.

I wasn't sure how to greet her; bearing in mind what had happened earlier in the day, but she acted completely normal.

She kissed me and asked how my day had been (I really couldn't believe she had asked me that) then she said "I bought you something, to show there are no hard feelings. Still love me?"

I nodded, a little sulkily

"yes, I still love you" I told her but I was wary, Lucy's previous gifts to me lately had all been designed to cause me suffering.

She handed me a carrier bag, I took it and looked at her smiling face. I emptied the contents onto my lap. There were seven small aprons, each just about large enough to cover ones genitals. Three were black, three white and one a bright pink, all of them were satin and frilly.

I smiled a false smile of gratitude. Lucy looked really happy

"I didn't think it was right that Lynn should have to see you all exposed every day. It must be so embarrassing for the poor girl, so I bought you these. I think they are so cute, don't you?" she sounded so enthusiastic.

"Cute!,,, they're fucking hideous" I wanted to say, "and why couldn't I wear pants if Lynn didn't like seeing my cock, after all it wasn't my idea to be practically naked," but of course I just smiled and said a polite "thank you".

"Put one on, a black one I think" Lucy said excitedly.

Sighing I stood up and reluctantly placed the apron around my waist. Lucy tied the straps into a bow at my back.

I modelled the apron for her as she clapped her hands in glee. I felt more humiliated than if I were naked and I knew it would be even worse when Lynn saw me.

"It really suits you. You look quite sexy," Lucy said smiling widely.

I didn't feel sexy but I was determined not to let her see me sulk, I also needed the toilet

" please Luce can I use the bathroom?" I asked.

"Well I suppose so," she said "but don't forget to replace your butt plug," she warned me.

"I just need to piss okay," I explained, totally embarrassed again.

"Oh ,,,Okay but be quick," she told me.

I hurried from the room, eager just to be on my own even for a few minutes, away from mocking eyes.

Lucy watched John hurry away. She held her hand to her mouth to stop herself giggling. He looked so ridiculous with his tiny apron and the obscene plug in his ass, and to think Claude expected her to wear it. John had surprised her when he had asked to use the bathroom, she had only meant for him to seek permission to remove the plug. But if he felt he needed her consent just to piss, well, she was fine with that.

The episode this morning obviously had had quite an effect on him.

She thought back and couldn't believe how excited she had become when she had whipped John.

She had scared herself by how much she had enjoyed hurting him. She knew she had had to stop before she caused him some serious injury.

It hadn't started out that way.

Lucy had again been hurt and humiliated by Stephen, he was growing ever more sadistic.

She considered again stopping the whole thing.

But as she thought of John, inexplicably she began to blame him for allowing her to do all the cruel things to him.

Surely he would soon decide enough was enough and stand up to her. Be a man and make her stop, take the responsibility out of her hands.

It was then she had decided to see just how far he would let her go.

But his submissiveness had thrown her. She discovered the power she had held over him was intoxicating. Had he resisted at any time, just slightly, she would have relented.

But the way he meekly accepted the beating caused her to want to hurt him all the more.

She had wanted to test his limits. She had been determined to push him until he begged her to stop. And eventually he had.

But the whole thing had had the opposite effect that she was seeking. Instead of rebelling he had become even more cowed.

She finally realised John would never stand up to her, no matter what she did.

Why bother trying to deny her feelings any more? She enjoyed dominating John, it aroused her.

And the fact that she had managed to convinced him to believe it was all his own fault had almost brought her to a climax.

The minute John had left her office, Lucy knew that she just had to have an orgasm.

She had summoned Amy, intending to have her assistant lick her pussy, but she had been so turned on that as soon as Amy entered the room Lucy had moved quickly to her and pulled the unresisting woman into an embrace, she kissed her passionately on the lips, her tongue tangled with Amy's as they explored one another's mouths.

Lucy was amazed at how much she enjoyed the kiss, amys lips were so soft, so much softer than a man's, they also felt hot and swollen, she knew Amy was as excited as herself.

It seemed only natural that they should undress one another and make love.

Lucy kept telling herself she wasn't a lesbian, but she did everything she instinctively knew a woman liked.

She used her hands and mouth on almost every part of Amy's body, and Amy was only too happy to return the favour.

They finished in a sixty nine position eagerly lapping at the each others pussy

Lucy had an intense climax, bucking her hips against Amy's mouth.

But the kisses were something else: Lucy had locked onto Amy's lips at every opportunity, in fact she was so hooked she insisted on sharing a long lingering kiss before leaving the office that night.

No, she thought, she wasn't a lesbian. But she knew she would have Amy in her arms again and it would happen soon .

She just couldn't stop thinking about those lips and that tongue in her mouth.


Part Eight - Enslaved

If I thought my life was bad up to then, the next few days showed me how hard things could really be.

Lucy had announced out of the blue that she would be going away for ten days to finalise the contract with the Italians.

This news seemed to make Lynn even more domineering.

I came home from work every day as usual, stripped off my clothes, donned my apron and did my chores. Lynn appeared to try her hardest to find the slightest fault with my work, and she made sure she thought of many other jobs for me to do.

Of course, every order she gave me was accompanied with liberal use of her crop.

At the end of each day I found myself praying hard for Lucy to come home from work. Even if I had to sample one of Lucy's more exotic torments, at least I could tell myself I was agreeing to endure it willingly. To endure it because I loved her.

In an attempt to stave off more punishment I found myself obeying every command Lynn gave me.

I wore what she told me, I ate what and when she told me, I accepted any punishment she decided I should have whether merited or not.

All in all I became the perfect little submissive.

I had Lynn dominating me during the day, then Lucy made sure I didn't have time to relax and think for myself at night.

That week was nothing but work and whippings and humiliation from Lynn, and whippings, spankings humiliation and ass fucking from Lucy .

The night before Lucy was to leave I wondered with dread what the next ten days would have in store for me.

On Friday morning I travelled to work on the bus as Lucy had left early in her car.

She hadn't even told me goodbye, but I guess she hadn't wanted to wake me.

Back at home, once I had completed all my chores, I reported to Lynn as she watched T.V. in the lounge, with my hands held behind my back and eyes downcast as I had been instructed to do in the last few days.

"We have a lot of work to do before Lucy returns" Lynn informed me.

She pressed the remote to silence the T.V. then stood up and proceeded to lead me down to the basement. There she told me exactly what I had to do.

Based on instructions left by my wife, I set about remodelling the basement.

We had a large basement, most of which was used as a utility room, the remainder formed a small room just three metres square.

It was filled with items that we no longer used and didn't really want, but we were just too reluctant or lazy to throw away. It was this room I would be altering.

I was set to work first clearing the small room and then fitting a new, more substantial door with a lock on the outside only.

Later that day some items were delivered and Lynn had me carry the large boxes down to the basement.

I then spent an hour unpacking and assembling an iron bed frame and securing it to the wall. A cheep, thin mattress was supplied and this I put on the bed.

Lynn studied a hand drawn plan that she had been given by Lucy, detailing the fixing of various eyes and hooks in the walls, floor and ceiling.

I drilled holes where she instructed me and screwed and fixed various fittings. As these were secured, Lynn attached chains and padlocks to them.

I looked around me and suddenly realised the room was becoming more and more like a cell or dungeon (how the hell had I not realised that before now?).

Lynn must have noticed my concern.

She sat on the bed while I stood and she explained to me

"Lucy is in line for a promotion if she lands this account. And if she does she will probably have to do a lot of entertaining. That will mean clients staying over, so she'll obviously need the extra bedrooms. So we thought you wouldn't mind if you have to sleep down here now and again."

It all sounded plausible. But I was really uncomfortable with it, especially the way the room was fitted out.

"Why all the chains and things?" I wanted to know.

"Don't worry about that, it's just something Lucy wanted" she said with finality.

She slapped her hands on her thighs and stood

"I'm hungry," she announced and started to leave the room but stopped and turned to me.

"While you're cooking, I shall inspect your work from this afternoon, to see if there's any more punishment due" she saw my shocked and puzzled look "to add to what you earned by not addressing me correctly just now," she explained with a smile.

She left me nervous and confused, knowing that I wasn't going to enjoy the evening.

Amy arrived home from work and the two girls showered and dressed while I prepared dinner.

I served their meal as they sat at the dining table, I ate alone in the kitchen.

When I started to clear away the plates Amy had me stand while she inspected my exposed body.

She counted the welts and bruises, trying to guess how many strokes Lynn had been forced to give me today. The two of them had a fun time as I stood in humiliation.

I washed the dishes and hoped to disappear to my room for an evening of peace, but Lynn reminded me I had punishment to come.

The two girls had drunk two bottles of wine between them with their dinner, so they were both quite drunk.

After a short discussion they thought it would be fun to have me lay over their knees to be spanked.

They were two drunk women, I was sober and twice as strong as them. It crossed my mind that I could throw them out of the house without raising a sweat.

Instead I knelt and presented my behind for them to punish. I even asked them respectfully to correct me and thanked them after they had spanked me until their palms stung.

When I was permitted to go to my room I had to will myself not to cry in shame.

It took me all day Saturday and most of Sunday to do all the work in the basement to Lynn's satisfaction.

I was hampered all the time by both women using any opportunity to hurt or humiliate me.

When I was finally finished Lynn had me lay on the bed

"its just the right size," she declared "now lets see what we can do with these ,"she continued as she began to examine the chains and restraints attached to the bed.

To my shame, I lay and allowed her to attach iron cuffs to my wrists and ankles, in no time I was chained totally helpless.

Lynn bent over me and pulled down on my chin, as my mouth opened automatically she forced a rubber ball into my mouth, she pushed it hard until it was settled behind my teeth and fixed it with a strap behind my head. I didn't fight her, instead I worked my jaw to find a more comfortable fit.

Lynn left the room and I was alone for some time. I wondered why I had allowed her to make me a prisoner so easily.

After what seemed hours but was probably minutes Lynn returned.

She looked down at me as if I were an annoying stain she had to deal with.

She pulled her crop form her belt, and I drew in a sharp breath through my nose and shook my head in silent pleading.

Without a word she whipped me, she whipped me from my chest to my knees.

I was unable to resist or even beg for mercy, she lashed without pity, without pause or hesitation.

When I thought I would go insane with the pain, she suddenly stopped and looked down on me with a manic grin on her face.

I was trembling with fear and pain. I tried to beg for mercy but only garbled sounds emerged.

Without warning she grabbed my balls. She squeezed and pulled, I groaned in agony, it made me feel nauseous, I screwed my eyes shut as pain enveloped my entire body.

It took me a few seconds to realise she had stopped. I looked down through tear filled eyes and saw that she was tying a thin cord around my scrotum, she pulled the cord tight - so very tight - and in a few seconds my cock and balls were starting to turn blue.

She calmly threaded the cord through a ring in the ceiling. She pulled down on the free end forcing me to strain and raise myself upwards as much as I could.

I screamed in pain as I was lifted from the bed by the cord .

My mind was screaming, begging her to stop, but then my nipples were on fire.

I had my eyes tightly closed, when I looked, dreading to see what was happening, I saw Lynn attaching savage looking crocodile clamps to my nipples.

She used more cord to connect the clamps to another ring in the ceiling. she pulled the cord tight, it felt as though my nipples were being ripped off of my chest. I felt I would go insane with the pain, I didn't know how I would be able to withstand it. But when I opened my eyes to try to plead with her I realised she had left the room.

I was alone again, left alone to suffer, I wouldn't have a choice but to endure the pain.

Lynn inspected her work.

John looked to be in a lot of pain and she almost felt sorry for him, almost but not quite.

She really liked John as a person, he was a decent and gentle man, but she liked dominating and tormenting him even more.

It was at times like these when she had control of the entire house that she enjoyed most. She dreamt of one day owning a home like this and having her own slaves to torment and serve her.

When she had taken the job of cleaner for John and Lucy she had felt depressed that it was the only work she could find. She never dreamt that it would lead to something like this, she never imagined being paid a ridiculously high wage to boss and subdue her employer. She never suspected the cruel and dominant urges she had inside of her. But they had surfaced and she was determined to satisfy them to the full.

She smirked down at John as he strained in agony

"oh well, if he's stupid enough to let this happen to him he deserves everything he gets," she thought and left the room.

She shut and locked the door behind her, there was no need as John wasn't going anywhere but it seemed somehow symbolic.

Entering the lounge Lynn flopped down onto the sofa and reached for the phone on the side table.

She leant back into the luxury of the expensive leather furniture, she lifted her feet to rest them on the bound form in front of her.

Amy grunted when Lynn's heels dug into her back

"oh do be quiet I'm trying to make a phone call," Lynn admonished her, prodding the soft flesh on the side of amys breast with the toe of her shoe.

Amy tried to remain quiet but it was hard, she was bound into a tight ball, her legs were tied together at her ankles and knees, she also had her big toes locked into a small set of thumb cuffs, her arms were tied at the wrists and just above the elbows, Lynn had tied them so tight that Amys elbows were touching, her shoulders were wrenched back straining her muscles and joints.

She was on her knees, her ankles strapped to her thighs.

She wore a two inch wide black leather collar, a rope connected one of the four rings in the collar to the binding around her legs, forcing her chin to touch her knees.

Another piece of rope stretched from her wrists to her ankles.

A huge red rubber ball gag filled Amy's mouth, stretching her jaws agonisingly wide.

She had been in this position for an hour and Lynn had taken advantage of Amy's helplessness by spanking her defenceless bottom whenever she desired.

Amy cried silently as Lynn deliberately ground her sharp heels into the soft flesh of her hip.

Then, despite the pain and discomfort or maybe because of it, she started snorting through her nose as another orgasm approached.

Barry sat up on the sun bed and handed Lucy her phone when it started ringing.

She looked at the display, shielding her eyes from the hot, bright sun, recognising the number she spoke into the phone.

"Lynn darling, how are you? is everything okay?"

"Oh yes. Everything's just great at this end. How is Bermuda?"

"Its beautiful and so hot. I've hardly moved from the pool since we got here, the heat makes you feel so lazy. All I have to worry about is my tan - in fact I should put some more sun cream on before I burn. So Lynn, what can I do for you or is this just a social call?" Lucy enquired.

"Oh, I just wanted to keep you updated with everything. Things have moved on quite a bit this weekend, I think you'll be pleased. John seems to be almost completely broken now. He's finished the work in the basement already, it's perfect by the way. I think you're going to have so much fun in that room - in fact I have him down there right now, he's chained to the bed and I think he's suffering quite a bit. I couldn't resist giving him a bit of a whipping, he just looked so inviting," Lynn explained.

"Oh my, that sounds wonderful. I almost wish I was there. How was he when he realised he was being moved into the basement?" Lucy wanted to know.

"That's the great part, I thought he would fight or at least sulk or argue but he didn't resist at all, he just accepted everything I told him to do. Even when I started to put the chains on him he just stood there like a puppet. I really think he's given up - I honestly think we've broken him," Lynn reported.

"This all sounds just perfect. I hadn't planned to finalise his enslavement for a few weeks yet, but I wonder if we should bring it forward, what do you think? would he accept it? would he agree to become my slave?" Lucy was getting excited, all her hard work and planning was soon to bear fruit.

"Yes, I think he would. But why don't we decide when you come home. Give me the next week or so to see how far I can push him, let me really put him through the mill. If he accepts all the suffering I have planned for him the way he has so far, I think he'll be ready to spend the rest of his life serving you," Lynn replied.

"Yum, this all sounds so delicious. Its been such a long time and now everything we planned is coming together. You do what you think is best. You're the mistress of the house at the moment so don't hold back, don't give him a minute's rest. Now's the time to really express yourself. I'm looking forward to being greeted by a mindless slave when I return home ha ha. Keep me informed of any developments my sweet, otherwise carry on the good work and I'll see you in a few days," Lucy blew a kiss into the phone and hung up, she placed the phone on the table at her side.

Turning over onto her front, she rested her head on her folded arms and smiled in satisfaction,

"Barry be a darling and put some lotion on my back and then could you order some champagne, I feel like celebrating," she purred.

Lynn leaned back on the sofa, she replaced the phone and picked up her glass of wine and sipped.

She licked her lips and studied the glass, she particularly liked this wine. She would use Lucy's credit card to order some more.

Lazily, she slashed her crop across Amy's ass eliciting a muffled yelp.

She grinned happily, she felt her life was so good at the moment.

She had two slaves to serve her: the one at her feet willing and the one in the basement not so willing. Either way, both would provide her with so much fun.

She had the power now and she was going to use it to the full. She wasn't concerned whether others suffered, in fact she intended to see that they did suffer, just as long as she herself was happy.

Yes she concluded, life was good, but maybe not if your name was John Lester" she thought and giggled.

I thought I was in hell, every part of my body seemed to be screaming in pain.

My strength had given out a while ago and now I hung motionless, supported only by the cords attached to my balls and nipples.

My nipples were stretched unbelievably to about two or three inches, the teeth of the clamps had ripped my skin causing a trickle of blood to run down my chest.

My balls were almost black and my groin was a deep throbbing agony. I feared I had been permanently damaged, but I no longer cared, I would accept any damage if only the pain would stop.

Why was this happening to me? I didn't think I had done anything wrong. Why was Lynn treating me like this? Because she wanted to I suppose, Lynn seemed to do whatever she wanted nowadays.

I wondered whether Lucy knew what was going on here - what Lynn was doing to me. But I was pretty sure there wasn't anything that happened in this house without Lucy's consent. So that would mean Lynn was only doing Lucy's bidding.

Lucy had made it quite clear to me a while ago, I could be punished at any time just for fun if she desired. But this was more than just punishment, this was torture and it certainly wasn't fun.

I groaned as another spasm of pain shot through my crotch,

"oh god please make this stop. I promise to be good. If Lucy or Lynn want to punish me they can, I won't fight them, I'll do whatever they say only please, stop this pain," I was rambling and approaching delirium.

I really thought I would be left there to die when it appeared someone up in heaven must have heard my prayer.

The door opened, Lynn entered, a glass of wine in one hand.

She moved slowly into the room, studying me.

I looked at her, silently pleading with my eyes, begging her to have mercy on me.

She looked at me, running her hand lightly up and down the cord attached to my balls

"would you like me to untie you?" she purred. I nodded eagerly,

"I need to speak to you first and I want you to think hard about what I say," she said, she strolled around the bed and sipped her wine.

"When your wife gets home she wants, needs, to see a good obedient husband. Can you be that husband John, can you?"

I would agree to anything she wanted. I tried to tell her but could only mumble through my gag, I nodded my head yes.

"Do you mean it? really, because if you do I can release you. Then we'll have to work really hard, we'll need to use the time until Lucy comes home teaching you to obey, do you understand what that means? You will need to obey Amy and me as you would your wife. I can help you John, I can train you to be exactly what Lucy wants. It wont be easy - it won't be easy for any of us, but if you love Lucy as much as she loves you this is how you can prove it. Do you want this John? Will you let me help you become the person Lucy wants you to be?" She placed her glass on the table and moved toward me.

I couldn't nod my head yes fast enough, when she removed my gag I tried to tell her I would be the perfect obedient husband, but my jaws were stiff and I sounded drunk as I slurred my words, much to Lynn's amusement.

We entered the lounge with Lynn leading me by a chain padlocked around my neck.

I was otherwise free of my bondage but I shuffled stiffly, my whole body suffering with the punishment Lynn had bestowed on me earlier.

I was surprised to see Amy sitting on a straight backed chair with her hands tied behind her back.

Lynn left me standing, the chain dangling to my feet. She released Amy who stood and hugged the younger girl, then looked her in the eyes with pure love.

Lynn came back to me and taking the chain she led me obediently to the sofa where she sat, she pulled the chain down to force me to my knees.

"Clasp your hands behind your head," she told me. I hesitated for only a moment.

"From now on, whenever you are in the presence of your betters you should be in this position, unless you are told differently do you understand?" I nodded and mumbled yes.

"Speak up, do you expect everyone to struggle to hear you? speak clear, be proud that you are permitted to speak. Now tell Amy and myself what you promised in the basement," she began my training.

I studied the two of them, they sat next to one another on the sofa, Amy rested her head on Lynn's shoulder, her left hand caressed Lynn's breast, she was showing me how things were now `we can do whatever we like, you on the other hand must serve and seek permission for everything you do` was the signal she sent me.

They waited for me to speak. I started to say something but only a croak emerged, I coughed with my hand over my mouth then immediately replaced it behind my head.

"Please Miss. I promise to be a good husband and obey my wife. I'll do whatever you tell me. I understand you may have to punish me and I will be happy to accept anything you desire. Please train me to be a better person".

"And do you agree to obey Amy and myself?" Lynn asked.

"Yes Miss, I'll obey you both or anyone else you tell me to. I just want you to be pleased with me,"

I was humiliating myself, but I felt completely defeated and broken and I genuinely meant every word.

I would try as hard as I could to make Lucy love and be proud of me.

In the days that followed my training intensified. Both Lynn and Amy worked hard to prepare me for Lucy's return.

Each day I would return from work to do my usual chores, then I would spend the rest of the day and evening being instructed as to how to serve my betters.

I learnt that I was no more than a servant or a slave as I didn't contribute to the upkeep of the house or the quality of life that Lucy was entitled to, (my meagre wages and the work I did around the house were considered to be my payment for being allowed to stay in Lucy's house, it wasn't my place to point out that it was partly my house).

I was also taught the proper way to address my betters and the positions I should adopt when in their presence.

Basically, I had to obey whatever order I was given and show the utmost respect to everybody and anybody.

I was also shown the punishments and torments I could expect.

I learnt I would be punished harshly for any disobedience, but I would also be tormented simply for others entertainment.

I spent long periods in bondage, often in the most bizarre positions.

I was also tortured and humiliated in the most inventive ways, this, Lynn told me, was to demonstrate to me what I should expect if I misbehaved, but I suspected it was as much for her enjoyment as she seemed very eager to try any new torment she could think of.

Everything that my two trainers did appeared to be designed to cause me suffering of some kind.

I was in pain and restrained in some way at all times. I slept each night secured to the bed in the basement, always with clamps or some other painful torture on the more sensitive parts of my body. Needless to say I didn't sleep well and as the days passed I became more and more tired and as such even if I wanted to rebel I never had the strength or the energy.

So in consequence I became ever more submissive and compliant.

After a week something happened that clarified a lot of things for me, and even had me thinking that maybe there could be a way out of the situation I was in.

I was subdued and obedient, trying my best to please my mistresses.

I wanted be the best servant ( slave) for them, and Lucy especially, that I could. I was determined to make them proud of me.

I must have convinced Lynn of my submissiveness as she occasionally left me unsupervised while I did my chores.

On one particular day Lynn left the house to meet with friends. I was on my knees cleaning the hall floor outside of Lucy's office when I heard her phone ringing.

There was nothing unusual in this and as I was forbidden to enter Lucy's office or use the phone I ignored it and carried on with my work.

The call went to answer phone and I was surprised when I heard a voice from the speaker (Lucy never left the volume on when she wasn't here) even so I was still uninterested. My ears pricked up however when I heard the message.

"Hello Lucy, it's Mario. I was wondering if you were free this weekend as Claude and myself are in town and we would love to get together again, after all I thought it would be nice to add to my collection of your panties. Please ring me, you know the number. Oh and by the way, Claude wants to know whether you have tried the butt plug yet as he's longing to fuck your ass, his words not mine, so get back to me. Ciao".

I couldn't help listening and couldn't believe my ears. What the hell was that all about. Lucy was with them now, wasn't she?

I tried the door to Lucy's office, she normally kept it locked but the door swung open silently.

I was scared. Had Lynn set this up to test me - to trap me. I was scared of what would happen if Lynn or Lucy discovered I had entered this room. I was also scared of what that message meant.

I entered Lucy's office nervously. I hadn't been in here alone since I had lost my job and my wife had taken what was my office as her own.

I pressed a button on her phone and replayed the message, my heart sank, Lucy had been cheating on me, that was the only conclusion I could come to. I slumped down on her chair, I felt tears in my eyes, then I realised something else.

If Mario and Claude were in town now, where was Lucy? She was supposed to be with them finalising their deal.

I was puzzled. I wondered what I could do. With no better idea I began to look over Lucy's desk and in her drawers, not really knowing what I was looking for.

As I opened the bottom drawer I saw Lucy's laptop computer. She never did anything relating to work without her laptop. So I asked myself again, where was she?

I turned the laptop on, it was password protected. I tried all the obvious ones like birthdays, mothers maiden names and nicknames but none of them worked.

I sat defeated not knowing what to do next when suddenly I had an idea.

When Lucy and I first met and began making plans for our future together and marriage was first mentioned, Lucy had giggled and said "oh no, my initials will be L.L.L. I'll be known as la la la , we laughed and I said

"no L.L.L. will stand for Lucy luscious lips," we laughed some more and then she said

"Lucy luscious lips, yes I like that. You know, whenever we want to send each other secret messages or something we should each have a secret password and mine will be Lucy luscious lips."

It couldn't be, surely, but it was worth a try. I typed the letters and hit enter.

Lucy's homepage appeared on screen, I was in.

I scanned her homepage and saw nothing unusual so I went to her email account. This was password protected too.

I remembered helping Lucy set up her email account all those years ago, she had chosen her password, I typed `johnswife` feeling sure that Lucy must have changed it since then, but to my amazement her account opened,

"oh Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, for someone so intelligent you can be so naive" I said to myself.

I opened her inbox and immediately saw the messages I was hoping I wouldn't see.

The first one I opened was an on line check in for Lucy and Barry on a flight to Bermuda. Then a few days before that there was conformation of a booking for a double suite in a couples resort in Bermuda, again for Lucy and Barry.

I felt physically sick as I looked at the proof of my wife's adultery.

I wasn't sure whether I wanted to see any more but I knew I must.

There were bookings, receipts and messages showing countless times Lucy had not been where she claimed to be.

I also found messages from the Italians, strongly suggesting she was up to something other than business with them.

I was starting to suspect I was married to a slut, but worse was the fact that she had me locked in this fucking cock cage.

Everyone was fucking my wife but me.

There were also a lot of emails from Stephen and I realised they started around the time I lost my job. I opened one at random and felt my world fall apart, I read .

"Lucy my dear. just to let you know that your husband will no longer be employed by me as from Monday. May I remind you of our discussion. If our plan is to work you should ensure any money he has is either spent or controlled by you. Furthermore, I need to be informed of any attempt he makes to gain employment so we can ensure he is unsuccessful. Initially we need to make him dependant on you financially, then we can start to make arrangements to further subjugate him.

Why don't you visit my office tomorrow, we can discuss the next steps.

I felt sick and wanted to curl into a ball and cry myself to sleep.

Instead I thumped the desk hard and shouted out loud

"fuck, fuck shit fucking whore bastards" I was so angry but sad at the same time.

I knew I should just put a stop to all their games and throw Lucy out on her ass, but I knew if I did that only Lucy and myself would be the losers.

I also knew I didn't possess the courage, I had been downtrodden too long and trained too well.

I had the information but I didn't know what I could do with it.

If I confronted Lucy I would lose her, and despite everything she had done to me, or planned for me, or even her adultery, which hurt me the most, I still loved her. She was the one thing that meant more to me than my own freedom.

She would be home in a few days and I knew I was destined to become her slave. A lot of time and planning had been involved in their scheme. Lucy, Stephen, Barry and I suspect Amy and Lynn must be involved, maybe even the Italians.

I couldn't fight them all, I should just accept fate and resign myself to being a slave.

Crying, feeling defeated, I quickly closed Lucy's computer. Lynn could be home at any time.

I was in no doubt she would find a reason to torture me, I didn't want to make it worse by being found in Lucy's office without permission.

I left the room taking the computer with me. I didn't know what I would do with it and I also knew my life wouldn't be worth living if I was found with it, but I couldn't just leave it.

An hour later I had finished my work and I knelt with my hands behind my head to welcome Lynn home. The riding crop was on the side table, Lynn picked it up and I stood up without being told and bent to touch my toes, presenting my plugged ass. Ready to be beaten for her amusement.

The day before Lucy was due back I was made to stand in the bath as Lynn and Amy scrubbed me clean.

I was then inspected to ensure I would be presentable.

Lynn decided it would be fun if I was shaved. They then took great delight in removing all trace of hair from around my mouth and, to my humiliation, my whole body from the neck down, I now felt more naked than ever.

Lynn inspected me as I stood naked, wet and shivering and declared I was ready to begin my life of servitude.

She stroked my face with the end of her crop and told me I had worked hard and done well.

I felt myself swell with pride and puffed out my hairless chest, both girls giggled at my macho display, but I didn't care, I did this for my wife.

I was ready for Lucy's return and I would make her proud of me.

That night I was chained as usual to my bed but allowed to sleep without pain.

Saturday morning arrived and I was awoken by Amy. She dressed me in my tiny black apron and leather wrist and ankle cuffs.

She led me upstairs where I prepared breakfast for my two trainers. They ate as I stood dutifully with my hands on my head awaiting instructions.

When they had finished eating the two of them sat as I spent the next hour reciting over and over the rules I was to follow in my new existence.

Around midday, as I was polishing the already gleaming brassware, Lynn received a phone call from Lucy informing her that she would arrive home within thirty minutes,

"I can't wait to see you Lucy, we have a lovely surprise prepared for you," Lynn told her, then hung up. Both girls were very excited and at Amy's suggestion it was agreed that I should welcome Lucy home with a rosy ass.

I spent the remaining minutes over first one, then the other girls lap, having my ass and legs swatted with hands and crop.

Lucy pulled onto the drive in her Lexus.

I was kneeling in the hall with my hands clasped behind my head facing the door.

I twitched as pain still throbbed in my ass, but I felt both pleased and nervous as the door opened and she entered.

My first thought was at how tanned she was.

I felt sad as I realised how she had achieved it.

She dropped her case on the floor and with a big smile she hugged and kissed Lynn on the cheek. She then turned to Amy and kissed her lingeringly on the mouth. I noticed her hand cupping the girls ass.

Finally she turned her attention to me.

She looked down expressionless on my kneeling form for a few seconds, then she just spun on her heel and walked to the lounge.

Lynn glared at me. She was obviously angry with me. She slapped me once, hard across the face, making my head spin.

"Stay there you useless lump," she snarled and followed the others into the lounge, closing the door behind her.

I couldn't think what I had done wrong, but I knew I must be at fault somehow. I felt so saddened that I had let Lucy down.

I remained kneeling on the cold floor tiles for the next hour - I didn't dare move.

I could hear the three women talking and laughing on the other side of the lounge door, though I couldn't hear what was being said.

I jumped as the door suddenly opened and Amy poked her head out.

"Take Lucy's cases up to her room then report here," she ordered and closed the door leaving me alone again.

I stood up to obey, and stumbled as my legs were cramped and refused to support me.

I massaged my muscles and once I felt I could walk properly I picked up Lucy's cases and climbed the stairs to her room.

I entered the lounge as instructed.

I soon found myself on my knees again. This time I knelt before Lucy and Lynn who were sitting on the sofa drinking wine.

Lucy continued to look at me like I was a piece of meat in a shop. I wondered sadly what I had done wrong.

She lifted her foot, and with the toe of her shoe she lifted my apron to expose my bald and imprisoned manhood, a hint of a smile played on her mouth.

She then placed the sole of her shoe on my balls and pressed down. I closed my eyes and cringed in pain. When she stopped I looked up at her face, she was licking her top lip seductively.

She hooked the toe of one foot into the back of her shoe on her other and flipped it off. Then with her stocking clad foot she stroked the side of my face.

I held my position with my hands clasped behind my head as she ran her foot over my face, she then pressed her toes to my mouth.

I instinctively flicked my tongue out to lick her foot. She smiled properly then, so I knew I had done the correct thing.

With her foot still at my mouth I continued licking. After a few minutes she pushed her toes between my lips. I sucked on her foot as she pushed it further inside.

Soon my mouth was full. I sucked and licked as best I could, my lips were stretched as half of Lucy's foot filled my mouth.

Eventually she withdrew her toes and rested her foot, wet with my saliva on my shoulder. At last she spoke to me .

"What are you?" she asked.

I didn't really understand her question but I answered anyway.

"I'm your husband."

She looked at me with a serious expression. I hoped I hadn't made another mistake.

"You've always been my husband. I want to know what you are now?" her wet toes were stroking the side of my face. I thought for a few seconds

"erm, I am your slave," I mumbled.

"What did I tell you about speaking clearly?" Lynn snapped

"I, I'm s.sorry Miss. I am your slave ma,am," I repeated, this time in a clear voice.

" Yes, you are, and I believe Lynn has explained to you all that entails," Lucy spoke to me as if she were addressing a business meeting.

"Yes ma,am," I answered . I looked at the floor dejectedly.

"Good. So lets see what you've learned".

Lucy kicked off her other shoe and stood up. She held Lynn's crop in her hand and flicked it cruelly across my cheek.

"Follow me," she commanded.

I struggled to my feet with my hands still clasped behind my head. My face stung where the crop had connected but I resisted the urge to rub away the hurt. I followed her from the room, trailed by Lynn and Amy.

In the basement Lucy inspected the new fixtures and fittings.

"Yes I like it. You did well," she told Lynn as she played with a chain dangling from the ceiling. She then turned to stand behind me.

"Hands behind your back," she ordered.

I complied, and felt the cuffs on my wrists fastened together.

She moved back in front of me and sat down on the bed as I stood before her.

From the side table she took a ball of cord - the same one as Lynn had used on my first night down here.

She reached forward and grasping my penis, she pulled me to her.

She tied one end of the cord tightly around my balls, then kept wrapping turn after turn about my balls sac and the base of my cock. She pulled each turn as tight as she could, even seeking the help from the others to ensure the cord was tight as possible. She worked in a detached way, concentrating on the job in hand, not giving any thought to my feelings.

A burning, aching sensation began in my groin, but it wasn't as painful as I would have suspected.

Soon my scrotum was hidden beneath a mass of tight cord, and Lucy, helped by Lynn, fastened my ankles to each end of a three foot long bar.

A chain, hanging from the ceiling was clipped to the rings on my wrist cuffs. Amy began pulling down on the other end of the chain and my arms were pulled upwards, forcing me to bend forward until I thought my shoulders would dislocate.

I groaned when Lynn screwed clamps onto my nipples, and though they hurt terribly, I was glad they were not the ones with teeth.

All three women examined their handiwork, checking and tightening things here and there, treating me as if I were just an object.

Lucy squatted down behind me. She began tapping her crop lightly against my bound balls.

Although each tap in itself wasn't too bad the culmination of the unending strikes started to build into a agonising ache.

Soon I was groaning and writhing in pain. It grew worse with each tap and I wasn't sure I could bare it any longer, but of course I had no choice.

My suffering grew. I thought I was going to be sick and pass out, but even that small mercy was denied me and I found my whole body engulfed in a numbing agony.

Each small tap seemed to thunder and vibrate throughout my bound form.

I suddenly realised I was crying out loud and begging for mercy. Tears were running down my face as I pleaded with them to please stop the pain. I promised to be the perfect slave, to do anything they wanted if only they would please stop.

I only realised Lucy had stopped hitting me when she appeared in front of me. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced my head up to look at my face.

"Don't cry now. This is just a sample of what your life will be from now on. I don't suppose you'll ever get used to the pain, but console yourself with the knowledge that the more you suffer the more pleasure you give me," she released my hair and my head dropped in misery.

Through the red mist of pain that seemed to fill my mind I heard Lucy telling Lynn and Amy to strap on dildos.

Lucy told Lynn she was to use the largest one to fuck my ass, while Amy ravaged my mouth.

"And don't be too gentle," she informed them.

Lynn was reluctant to use her dildo when she realised part of the device was a smaller cock which was to be inserted in herself. Shyly she declared

"I'm a virgin. I've never had a penis inside of me before".

Lucy hugged and kissed her

"Oh, how simply delicious " she cooed.

Lynn and Amy exchanged dildos and got themselves into position.

Amy wasted no time, more pain coursed through my agonised body as she thrust deep into my ass with one determined push.

Lynn had her hand in my hair and she forced my head back until my mouth gaped open. Her dildo soon crashed against the back of my throat.

I almost gagged, but managed to stop myself and wrapped my lips around the plastic intruder.

At the edge of my vision I could see Lucy take Lynn's face in her hands and press her lips to the girls mouth, her tongue dancing over and between Lynn's lips. Lynn stopped thrusting into my mouth while she concentrated on returning Lucy's kiss, not caring that the plastic cock remained jammed in the back of my throat. I began struggling for air.

As I gurgled and dribbled saliva around the thing jammed in my mouth, Lucy pulled herself away from Lynn's lips.

"When we're finished here, while we leave John to think about his future. I'm going to take both of you to my room. There, I'm going to take your cherry. Then I'm going to fuck you both all night," Lucy declared,

Lynn's answer was a moan of sheer lust.

All the time, Amy kept pumping into my ass, causing the clamps on my nipples to swing painfully. Occasionally the plastic balls of her strap - on connected with my own, causing more pain, and me to moan in pure agony.

They simply used me. The three women gained no satisfaction that I could tell, apart from the pleasure of torturing me. When they had had enough, Lynn and Amy left the room. I hung in bondage, in total defeat.

Lucy kissed Lynn and Amy and sent them to her bedroom to await her.

She studied her husband as he hung in his bonds.

On her return from Bermuda she had decided to act cold and distant. She would try to make him rebel, give him one final chance to show some backbone. She would show him what being a slave would be like.

She loved spending time with John, but ever since she had begun this mad scheme she felt she needed to play the dominant role. Then when she was using him or tormenting him, she found his submissiveness infuriating and so she would treat him worse, and then she would become aroused and grow even nastier. It was a vicious circle.

She looked at his bound testicles and the suffering on his face. She had humiliated him, she had beaten him, and he had meekly accepted it all. Now she knew, it was inevitable. Tomorrow, her husband would become her slave.

Lucy sat on the bed after the other girls had left. She lifted my head by my hair and kissed me tenderly on the mouth. I was surprised to say the least. She stood up and released my arms from the ceiling, I collapsed on the bed in exhaustion.

She rolled me over onto my back

"Are you okay? " she asked me as she began to remove the cord from my balls.

The pain surprised and overwhelmed me.

The cord had been embedded into my balls so tightly, removing it felt as if my skin was being peeled away. I tensed and groaned in agony as each turn was unwound.

Lucy licked her lips, she seemed to relish the pain she was causing me.

"You did well John. You pleased me. You should rest now, you have a big day tomorrow and I want you to be perfect. I need you to impress all the others, can you do that for me, well?"

I was cringing and making small whining noises as she unwound the cord from my balls, it felt like my crotch was on fire and I struggled to answer

"I wont let you down ma,am I promise. I just want to please you. I'll do whatever you tell me," I promised her.

With a tug she pulled the last of the cord away. I cried out and doubled up in pain, my knees touching my chest.

Lucy waited for me to calm down then looked me in the eyes and spoke to me.

" I have a few guests coming over tomorrow. That's when we'll make your slavery official. There will be a test of your obedience, but I'm sure you'll come through it okay. Just remember to do everything you're told and we can start our new life together."

I started to say something but Lucy pressed her fingers to my lips

"you don't speak without permission, and I don't want to hear you at the moment," she said.

As I lay on the bed she removed the remainder of my bonds. She locked a chain around my neck and secured the other end to the bed. She sat beside me and kissed me, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth.

"Sleep now. Dream of me. I'm so looking forward to having you as my slave" she stroked my cheek then stood up. With a final smile she walked from my cell to keep her appointment with the other girls.

I was left in relative peace and allowed to complete my chores the next day, though now leather cuffs and short chains on my feet and wrists made up part of my uniform.

There was a distinct feeling of excitement and tension in the air. Lynn fussed around me, ensuring I did everything right.

There was also I noticed, an excessive amount of kissing and caressing whenever any of the three women came into contact with each other.

Around mid afternoon Lucy pulled me up from my knees where I was polishing the hall floor and spoke to me, she looked worried and gripped my arm.

"In a couple hours my guests will arrive and I don't want to be embarrassed. You won't embarrass me will you John?" she said earnestly.

"No ma,am. I know how much this means to you. I won't disappoint you, I promise," I reassured her.

I was in the basement, sitting on my bed, when Lynn came for me. She wrapped a chain around my neck and tugged me from the room.

As we entered the lounge I saw Lucy sitting on the sofa with Barry next to her.

Stephen sat in my favourite armchair and Amy hovered nearby with a tray of drinks.

I almost resisted when I saw the two men; I wasn't expecting them, I felt ashamed of my naked and submissive appearance. Lynn gave a tug on the chain and I stumbled on obediently.

She led me over to stand in front of Lucy.

She whispered in my ear

"on your knees" I knelt and clasped my hands behind my head, the twelve inch chain connecting my wrists hung cold on the back of my neck.

Lucy whispered something to Barry and giggled, Barry turned red and looked embarrassed. Lucy then looked at me as if she had just realised I was there.

"You know why you're here?" she asked me.

"Yes ma,am," I replied.

"Well?" she pressed, impatient for my answer. I looked around, everybody in the room was quiet, waiting to hear what I would say.

"I'm you're slave. I'm here to serve you ma,am," I said with my eyes on the floor.

Lucy allowed herself a smile. Everything was going just as she planned.

She only needed to explain a few new rules to John and have him agree to them, then her work would be done and their new relationship could officially begin .

"Yes you are. You are now my slave, completely. You are also a slave to my friends. From this moment on, you will obey me and anyone else without question, understand?"

I made to answer, but she held up her hand to stop me

"speak only with permission" she warned, then continued

"I won't go into all the rules you will now live by at this time, no doubt you will learn all of them as we go, but needless to say you will be punished for any infraction and punished severely. Also you may be punished for no other reason than to provide entertainment for me or any of my friends should we wish it. In short, I own you. You have no rights. You exist solely for my pleasure. Is that clear?"

I let her words sink in, it was what I had expected. I knew I could walk away now, leave this all behind me.

But I also knew, I no longer possessed the strength or the will to resist.

"Yes ma,am. I understand," I said in my most humble voice.

"Good. Now, I need you to sign these papers. Some of them are not exactly legally binding, but we needn't worry about any of that. There's no need for you to read them. As a slave you're not really entitled to an opinion anyway. I want you to sign them, so that's all that should really matter to you after all. We just want to have everything clear and in the open," she was all business as she spread a number of documents on the small table to the side of her seat.

I signed the papers without hesitation or reading them.

I did manage see a contract that stated that I agreed to everything and anything that had or would happen to me of my own free will, I also noticed that I had signed away my house and all my possessions.

All of these documents had already been witnessed beforehand, but I no longer cared and signed whatever was put in front of me.

Lucy gathered up the signed papers and placed them in her briefcase. She then leaned toward me and holding my chin in her right hand, she looked me in the eyes.

"Do you consent to be my slave," she asked solemnly.

"Yes ma,am, I will be your slave," I answered, with equal solemnity.

She reached over to the side table and picked up a dull coloured metal collar. She opened it and placed it around my neck.

I noticed that there was a tongue protruding form one half, this entered a slot on the other and clicked into place. I could see no lock or release mechanism. Once closed it hung loosely around my neck.

"This collar can only be removed by cutting it off. You will wear it always: it will be a symbol of your servitude. Also you will continue to wear your cock cage until I decide otherwise, who knows? Maybe for all time" she explained.

"Why not have his balls or cock pierced so the cage can be fastened permanently," Stephen suggested, Lucy turned her attention toward him and settled back into the sofa.

"That's not a bad idea Stephen. Actually, I was toying with the thought of having him pierced in various other places anyway, so yes, we could do that," Lucy told him.

They were talking about me as though I wasn't there.

They continued to discuss what plans they should make regarding my slavery.

Amongst other things it was decided that initially my septum, nipples and cock should be pierced.

I was to live in my cell in the basement unless I was required to be elsewhere. At which point Stephen said he would have dog cages installed at work and at his house. Lucy agreed but said I wasn't going anywhere until I was completely broken and subservient.

Lynn opined that I already was broken, but Lucy said she wanted to spend some more time training me, if for no other reason but for the fun of it.

"How about having your name tattooed on him," Lynn suggested.

Lucy liked that idea, but then said she thought slaves were supposed to be branded like in historical times.

The next several minutes were spent in discussion about what brands I should be given and how they would do it.

Throughout it all I knelt in silence with my hands behind my head as they discussed the ways to enslave me.

The conversation went on like this until Lucy eventually proposed a toast.

Amy served them all champagne and Lucy raised her glass

"to our new slave," she declared, then she looked at me and smiled warmly.

"Okay John," she leaned forward and cocked her finger to draw me closer, then she whispered to me,

"You have made me so happy. I'm so proud of you. Now I need to tell you something. I need to tell you that I love you, because I do, so very much. I love you more than anything in the world. This sacrifice you are making means so much to me. I want you to always remember that I love you, because after tonight I won't ever say it again. We are now mistress and slave. I think we can live so happily together just as long as you accept that I own you, you exist only to please me. Can you do that John? Can you?"

I looked at her beautiful face. I knew she was being truthful: she really did love me, and I would always love her.

I knew I could never deny her anything.

"Yes Mistress. I'm your slave. I live only to please you" as I said this she placed he hand on my cheek,

"You do please me But now I need you to prove yourself to me. I know one thing that you abhor. Do this, and I can believe that you love me," she relaxed back into the sofa. Barry stroked her thigh,

"I want you to crawl on your hands and knees over to Stephen and beg him to allow you to suck his cock" she said.

I was stunned. I felt physically sick at the thought of sucking another mans cock, but to my credit I hesitated for only a few seconds. I knew I would embarrass Lucy in front of all her friends if I refused.

I had already declared I would do anything she wanted and I was determined not to fail at the first hurdle.

I was naked except for a small pink apron and my chains as I crawled slowly and knelt before my former boss.

I stared at his crotch because I couldn't look him in the face.

I had to force myself to speak.

"Please Sir, may I suck your cock," I asked quietly and humbly.

All the time I was praying he would say no.

He was smoking a cigar as he considered my request, he flicked ash and it landed on my face. I stupidly thought how Lucy had forbidden me to smoke in the house many years ago, so why was this man allowed to,.

"When you speak to me, in fact when you speak to anyone, you will address them as Master or Mistress. Do you understand?" I coughed as he blew smoke into my face, my eyes stung.

"Yes Master I understand, " I said between coughs.

"Good, now ask me properly," he commanded.

"Please Master may I suck your cock ?" I asked again.

I looked up to see his smirking face. It was obvious I was less than dirt to him. I hated him.

For no particular reason I suspected Stephen to be behind a lot of what had happened to me.

I also knew I would obey his every command.

"Now lets see, do I want your mouth on me?.. Hmmm," he made a show of considering my request.

He studied me, and I now willed him to say yes: I was certain I would be blamed and punished should he refuse me.

"Yes, I don't see why not. It might be interesting to see whether your cocksucking technique is as good as your wife's," I realised he was mocking me.

I turned my head slightly to look at Lucy, she had a smug expression as she stared back.

Then as she watched me she placed her hand on Barry's crotch and squeezed.

She was letting me know my new position in our marriage.

She was showing me that she could do just as she wished.

I realised I was now at a crossroads; I could walk away, nobody would stop me. But I would lose everything including Lucy, but keep my freedom, or I could submit now and spend my life a slave, serving my wife and any others she wanted me to. But I really had no choice, the simple truth was that I was so in love with Lucy, I couldn't bare to live without her.

I returned my attention back to Stephen and placed my chained hands on his crotch. I unzipped his fly, his erect penis almost sprang out.

I slowly lowered my head, I felt physically sick with revulsion. my lips stayed inches from his penis.

I couldn't do it.

I was about to turn away, but then Stephen pushed down on the back of my head and my mouth made contact with him.

Fighting down my nausea, I licked the head of his cock.

There was still some macho spark left in me as I couldn't help thinking, "he's not as big as me."

Resigned now, I finally slid my mouth over his cock and down the shaft.

I thought of the way Lucy sucked me and how good it felt,.

To save myself being punished I tried to copy her. I thought I had better please Stephen and make a good job of it. I began moving my head up and down sucking him a bit deeper each time.

I sucked him as I had been trained to suck Lucy's dildo.

Soon he began forcing himself deep into my throat. I was concentrating hard on making it as pleasurable for him as I could when I felt somebody grab my buttocks.

The cheeks of my ass were pulled apart and the butt plug was removed.

I groaned around Stephen's penis as the wide head of the plug was pulled from me.

I felt a cock easily penetrate my stretched ass. I immediately thought it must be Lucy with her strap on dildo.

Yet somehow this felt different. I suddenly realised with horror, that as I sucked Stephen, my ass was being fucked by yet another man, Barry!

I shuddered with revulsion but knew there was little I could do now to stop him. As he started to drive into me I thought again, with some sort of perverse pride "you're not so big either."

It didn't hurt as much as when Lucy took me with her dildo. And after a while, to my shame, I began to find it pleasurable.

I could no longer find anything wrong with a man fucking me, after all, what difference was it to having one of Lucy's dildos inside me.

I was guided in my cocksucking by Stephens hands. His penis was pushing against the back of my throat, drool was spilling from my mouth over his crotch.

I felt him throb and seem to swell in my mouth. He pulled my head hard into him and my mouth was suddenly filled with more sperm than I could imagine coming from one man. I just managed to control my gag reflex.

I knew without being told that I should swallow it, but try as I might I couldn't take it all, sperm ran from my mouth down Stephens cock and over his crotch.

I guessed I should lick it all up.

This was even worse than sucking him but I forced myself to do it.

I was almost physically sick.

His penis was now rapidly shrinking and I took it again in my mouth and licked it clean. I felt him growing hard again.

I managed to clean up every last drop just as he made me start sucking him again.

Barry was still thrusting into me and I felt ashamed as I started to move my hips in time with him.

Soon he groaned and I felt him push into me hard. I then felt a hot sensation fill my ass as he came inside me. At almost the same time Stephen seemed to decide he had enough and pushed me away.

I knelt in defeat and misery.

I had been forced to humiliate myself in the worst possible way I could think of.

Barry withdrew from me and sat back on his heels. I saw Lucy lean forward and kiss him passionately.

"You were wonderful darling," she told him and I realised I was no longer considered her husband.

I really was no more than a slave to her now, but I promised myself I would be the best slave there was.

Lucy and Barry sat on the sofa, whispering and giggling together. John knelt patiently on the floor at Lucy's side awaiting a command as she casually held the leash attached to his collar.

Stephen walked, a glass of brandy in his hand, across the room to where Lynn gazed out of the picture window at the moon reflected on the pool.

"You did a really splendid job, "he told her.

Lynn turned to him in surprise.

"Pardon? I'm sorry, I was miles away," she said.

"With John, you did a really splendid job, with training him I mean. I understand you did most of the work".

"Oh I see. Erm yes, I did do quite a lot I suppose. But it was all for Lucy and you know what? I enjoyed it, I really did," she shrugged and smiled.

"Of course, I expect you would, after all, it's not everyone who gets the power you had over a man twice your age, and what are you, twenty two , three?" he said.

"I'm twenty," Lynn told him blushing, "and yes it was fun having power like that. I just hope Lucy still has a use for me," she said looking over to where her employer was kissing her lover, much to her husbands despair.

"Yes. And you know, I've always found, in all my experience that power is the ultimate turn on," Stephen said.

"It certainly was a turn on, I can tell you that. I was just a lowly housekeeper, when I was offered the job of supervising my boss, well, lets just say it was interesting."

"Yes, I can see how it would be. But suppose you could have so much more?" he said. Lynn had a puzzled look on her face.

"How do you mean? I don't understand, " she said.

"How about a house like this," Stephen said sweeping his arm out to indicate the whole room "you're own slave to train maybe. What if you could have all of this? Tell me? what would you say to a small experiment?" he asked.

"What kind of experiment," Lynn asked with suspicion, Stephen grinned.

"Lets say we take a beautiful, successful woman, perhaps one with her own slave and the world at her feet. We then set about destroying her. We strip her down to nothing, take everything she has, make her feel worthless and turn her into a drooling slave herself. A slave to serve you. And you also get everything that was once hers?" Stephen sipped his Brandy and tilted his head in question.

"That's a very interesting proposition. Did you have anyone particular in mind?" Lynn played along.

"Well now...let me see...how about... Lucy?" he turned from surveying the room and looked seriously at Lynn. "How would you like to own this house and have our beautiful hostess kneeling at your feet as your total slave?"

Lynn turned to Stephen and smiled. She drained her wine and held out her glass for him to refill.

"I think I would like that very much."


Part Nine - Retribution

I opened the door to Lucy's bedroom and entered carrying a tray with two cups of steaming, fresh coffee.

I placed the tray on the dresser beside Lucy's bed.

She stirred and opened her eyes, she smiled sleepily and pushed herself up into a sitting position.

She stretched her arms up and yawned, the sheet fell to her waist and I stared longingly at her perfect breasts.

She made no move to cover herself as I handed her a cup from the tray. She sipped the coffee, I crossed to the window and opened the blinds, allowing bright sunlight to flood the room.

A groan came from the bed and I saw Barry squinting against the light as he awoke. Lucy leant down and kissed him "good morning sleepy head," she said.

Barry struggled to sit up, he held out his hand and I dutifully passed him his coffee.

He sipped "Ahh , that's good," he declared, he placed his cup on the bedside table, then turned to Lucy, he kissed her cheek as his hand cupped her breast.

He looked at me and grinned. He knew how much it still hurt me to see him sharing my wife's bed.

Trying to ignore his mocking smile, I went into the en-suite bathroom and fetched two large fluffy towels and hung them on the rail to warm up.

Next I turned on the shower so it would be the correct temperature when Lucy used it.

A few seconds later she entered the room naked, she drank the last of her coffee and handed the cup to me.

She stepped into the shower, before she slid the door closed Barry joined her.

I went back to the bedroom and started to straighten the bed and collect any discarded clothing, all the time trying to block out the squeals and giggles coming from the shower.

I laid out Lucy's clothes for her, then did the same for Barry.

His clothes now filled the wardrobe that once held mine, Lucy had had me bag up most of my possessions to be sent to the local charity shop.

I now waited until they emerged from the shower.

Lucy was first and I wrapped her in the warm towel. As she stood, I lovingly dried her.

She pulled the towel around herself and tucked it together above her breasts. She went to the bedroom to dress as Barry stepped from the shower.

He sported an erection and gloried in my humiliation as I was forced to dry him.

This was not a new experience for me, but I would never get used to towelling the body of the man who had cuckolded me.

Barry didn't stay here every night, but when he did he always enjoyed showing the power he had over me.

I had dried his body and was on my knees tending to his legs and feet. As I finished he turned his back to me, I knew what this signified.

Each morning Barry would have me serve him in particular ways: I may have to suck his cock, lick his feet or something equally degrading. Today I planted kiss after kiss on his ass, telling him all the time how lucky Lucy was to have a real man at last and how jealous I was of her, how I wished he would fuck me as he did Lucy.

I was finally dismissed when he just walked away to get dressed. I was left on my knees, just one more shameful episode finished. I climbed to my feet and went to prepare breakfast.

Lucy and Barry were joined by Lynn and Amy as I served the four of them, I ate alone in the kitchen.

I cleared the dining table and tidied the kitchen, by the time I had finished, Lucy, Barry and Amy had left for work. I then set about my daily chores.

Lynn did whatever Lynn does. I saw her occasionally, namely when she decided to torment me.

I had long since known that Lynn had a sadistic streak and there weren't many times when I would be free of bondage or some sort of torment or hindrance while I worked.

Today she had pushed a pair of her panties into my mouth, telling me to hold them there until told otherwise. She had also clamped my nipples.

This was the sort of routine I had come to know, serving my owners, doing chores and accepting anything they wanted to do to me.

I had been a slave now for a month and most days were very much the same. Lucy and her friends enjoyed themselves, they socialised and entertained, the took trips and visited.

I stayed home and served.

I had been out of the house only twice since my slavery began a month ago.

Both times I was taken by Lucy to Stephen's house.

The first time was an evening visit. Stephen had company: two couples, all of them in their mid forties. Although they obviously knew of my situation they seemed to be somewhat inhibited, causing the atmosphere to be a little stilted.

Stephen tried to make his guests feel more comfortable. Eventually, Constance, the younger of the two women, asked me whether I was a slave to my wife willingly,

"Tell her John. Tell her the truth," Lucy ordered.

I took a few seconds to compose my answer,

"I love my wife. I'll do anything for her, I only want to see her happy. She wants me as her slave and I am happy and willing to be so," I looked at each person in the room, hoping I had said the correct thing.

I knew if I hadn't, Lucy or Stephen would relish punishing me.

The four guests slowly became less nervous and began giving me commands, treating me like a servant. This was progress for them but not enough for Stephens liking. He surreptitiously whispered something to Lucy, she passed the message on to me and following her command I had an `accident`, spilling wine while serving Constance.

"John, you useless lump, clean it up," Lucy said harshly. I hurried to fetch a cloth.

"Would you like to punish him?" Lucy asked Constance, embarrassed to by singled out, she shook her head no "it'll be alright. It was an accident," she answered.

"Well if you don't, I'll have to. He needs to learn that nothing less than perfect is acceptable," Lucy told her.

"I'll do it, I'll punish him. Can I spank him?" Blair piped up.

All heads turned to her. She was a small woman: no more than five feet tall, she was also very plain and dowdy looking with a receding chin and frizzy greying hair.

She was flushed and clearly excited at the prospect of administering my punishment.

Lucy smiled and told me to fetch the paddle that she had brought with her.

Within a few minutes I was laying face down over the tiny woman's knees, my naked ass ready to receive twenty blows from Lucy's wooden paddle.

Lucy instructed Blair as to the most effective way to strike, then with five pairs of eyes watching, she spanked me.

The first couple blows were half hearted, but as Blair's confidence grew so did the power of her arm.

It was not as painful as the spankings I regularly received from Lucy and Lyn, but still the hot burning sensation grew until I was crying out and struggling to hold back my tears.

After the spanking all inhibitions were lost and I spent the remaining three hours as a plaything.

The two women seemed to be in competition with one another as to who could humiliate or hurt me more. Even so, their best efforts still fell short of a lot of things I had endured over the past year.

The two men weren't so enthusiastic, they seemed to hold me in contempt and were happy to watch their wives enjoy themselves.

I wondered whether they were concerned they might find themselves in my position, now that their spouses had been given a taste of dominating a male.

All in all it seemed that the evening was a success. Both couples left happy, and I suspect, aroused. Though, despite the opportunity available, none of them had forced themselves on me sexually.

I guessed there would be some panting and sweating in two particular bedrooms that night.

Lucy was, as always, eager for sex.

For the first time I witnessed her sucking Stephen's cock.

She told him she would prefer some privacy but Stephen insisted I stay. He enjoyed humiliating her and wanted me to see him do so.

I wanted to cry for her.

She defused her temper by having me travel home in the trunk of her car, then by tying me severely and thrashing me to tears with her belt.

She grabbed a dildo from the table in my basement room,

"Barry's not here tonight, I suppose I'll have to be satisfied with this," she declared, waving the dildo.

She left me hogtied on the bed, in terrible pain and with no hope of release or sleep that night.

Under a week later I was again taken to Stephen's, this time Lucy didn't stay, but left me in Stephen's charge for the two days of the weekend.

I must have made an impression on my last visit as Blair and Constance were there, this time without their respective spouses.

It wasn't long before both women were taking full advantage of having a target for their cruel desires.

I was beaten on all parts of my body and tied in every bizarre position they could imagine.

It was only inevitable that one of them would want me to satisfy them sexually: around mid afternoon Blair sat on my face, forcing me to lick her ass and pussy as she did her best to crush my balls with her small hands.

She did this for around thirty to forty minutes. I thought I would suffocate a couple of times as I brought her to at least three orgasms. When she eventually climbed off me I was in tears, begging her for mercy. My balls ached so badly and felt as large as coconuts.

Constance, after watching Blair satisfy herself, tied a rope around my neck and had me crawl on all fours as she rode on my back, whipping me with every step I took.

She too sat on my face until she was completely fulfilled.

Both women were extremely cruel. There was no teasing or finesse in their treatment of me. It was just a desire to inflict pain and humiliation.

Maybe they hated men or their husbands and wanted to take it out on me? I didn't know, but I knew I certainly hated them.

Stephen had taken no part in my abuse, he seemed content to observe.

But once the ladies had left he had me suck his cock, he made me take my time as he instructed me in all the skills he claimed to have shown Lucy.

I did all that he told me and received his sperm with his penis buried deep in the back of my throat.

Once satisfied, he at last allowed me to eat.

I ate from a dog bowl on the kitchen floor, he then led me by my rope leash to the garage, where, true to his word he had installed a small cage.

It was no more than four feet in any dimension, I curled into a ball to fit inside. Stephen closed and locked the cage, he turned the lights off and I was left alone for the night.

I was startled from sleep by Stephen rattling the dog bowl across the bars of the cage. I blearily opened my eyes to light streaming through the garage window.

I crawled from the cage and with the rope still hanging from my neck, I prepared Stephen's breakfast.

I ate from the bowl on the floor, kneeling at his feet.

I cleaned the kitchen after Stephen had finished eating, then I was left to sit in the garage to rest as he read the morning papers. I actually felt grateful to him for this small comfort.

I stupidly hoped I was going to have an easy day.

Around noon Stephen entered the garage followed closely be Constance.

I groaned inwardly. She had an evil grin on her face, I knew I was in for a torrid afternoon.

"I want his chastity belt removed. I want access to his cock," she told Stephen.

He spread his hands and shrugged in apology,

"I'm sorry my dear, Lucy is the key holder, and I have it from her own mouth that his cage is now a permanent fixture. You, of course, have access to the rest of his body , to use in any way you desire. You are limited only by your own imagination," he explained.

Constance didn't look happy but must have realised there was little she could do about it.

As I have often found, when something happens that somebody doesn't like, I am an easy target to take the blame. So it was that I spent the afternoon once again being abused by this older woman.

Constance left with a plea to Stephen that she be permitted to use me again.

I was left laying on the floor thoroughly beaten and humiliated.

I was on my kneels with Stephen's penis lodged deep in my throat when the doorbell rang.

I lifted my head and he told me to ignore it. I shut out the impatient ringing and resumed my slavish attention to his erection, my only thought at that moment was to please him.

I was kept busy sucking for the next ten minutes until Stephen climaxed. At last, he sent me to answer the door.

Lucy was angry to be kept waiting, of course, she too, blamed me, and promised me a stiff punishment when we reached home.

All other times I was kept inside Lucy's house.

I served as her slave and when I wasn't required I was locked in the basement, oftentimes chained or tied in some way.

She had even ordered a cage similar to Stephens for me.

Now, as I worked, sucking air through my nose and Lynn's panties, I was taken by surprise on this, up to now quite normal day, when Lucy and Amy both returned home from work after only three hours out of the house.

Both were crying and clearly distressed.

I was naturally interested but kept on working. The affairs of my owners were not my concern.

Even so, I couldn't stop myself from eavesdropping.

What I heard had me nervous and worried.

"Oh God Lynn, it's terrible. Something's happened, I don't know. The firm's closed. The police took Barry away. Something terrible is going on," Lucy was saying.

She was crying as Lynn held her.

I was scared. I realised I was the only one who knew what had really happened.

I had lived for the past month worrying about, and a little regretful of what I had done.

The day I had found Lucy's computer, I had been angry and didn't know what I should do, but as I lay chained to my bed that night a plan began to form in my mind.

I decided to execute my plan. But once put into action, I became more and more nervous.

What if my scheme didn't work? What if I was discovered? If I was, I knew my life would be unbearable. My plan was aimed on freeing me and keeping Lucy safe, what if she suffered because of me? There was so much that could go wrong.

I was starting to feel sick. "why had I done it? Why didn't I just accept things as they were?" but it was too late now, I was committed to a course of action, an action that I was increasingly doubtful would work.

My plan had obviously taken effect, whether successful or not remained to be seen.

But either way it was time, I now had to confront Lucy, to tell her all that I had done.

I didn't know if I had the strength. I had been so beaten, so subjugated, a large part of me really did believe that I was an inferior person.

I saw Lucy disappear up the stairs, I checked the lounge to see Lynn leading a sobbing Amy out to the annex. There was nobody to watch over me, it was now or never.

I followed Lucy, I could hear her crying and talking to herself as I approached her room.

She was sitting on the bed, I walked over and sat beside her. I placed my arm around her shoulders and she let her head rest on my chest

"Oh John, what's happened?" she said.

She then suddenly realised who she was speaking to, she sat up quickly and glared at me

"what are you doing? Get back to work right now".

"Its over Lucy. It was me, I did it" I started to explain but she interrupted me, almost shouting,

"who do you think you're talking to? Get back to work now. I have things to attend to. I'll deal with you later".

"No Luce, you have to listen. It's over, all over," her hand flashed out, stinging my cheek.

She drew back to slap me again, I grabbed her wrist. She struggled but I held firm. She tried to use her other hand but I was too quick. She fought me, warning me

"let me go. What the hell do you think you're doing? You'll suffer for this. LET ME THE FUCK GO," she was screaming now, spittle flying from her mouth.

I grabbed her shoulders, pulling her into me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight,

"stop it Luce. Calm down. Its all over, just listen to me, please," I spoke softly into her ear, gradually she stopped her struggles.

She finally collapsed against me and sobbed.

I began to explain what I had done.

She could either decide that she wanted nothing more to do with me or she would accept the new me. But at leased she listened as I told my story.

I thought about my plan long into the night. I had hidden the laptop in the pool house, knowing Lynn never went in there and I could retrieve it before I left to go to work in the morning.

It was to my advantage that I was no longer allowed to use the front door.

The night seemed longer, probably because I had something to look forward to for the first time in nine months.

Nine months of being downtrodden and secretly prepared to become a slave to my own wife and who knows who else.

As expected, Lynn had spent most of the evening punishing and admonishing me, mostly for imagined faults on my behalf.

She left me at ten o'clock, chained to my bed in the basement with a gag in my mouth and a throbbing ass and back, courtesy of her crop.

She released me the next morning and virtually threw me out of the back door ordering me to work, telling me what a useless waste of space I was and that Lucy deserved so much more.

I dutifully agreed with her and promised I would try harder to be worthy of the efforts all of them were making on my behalf.

I discovered that the worst thing about my job was also the best.

I was the lowest of the low, even the toilet cleaners were above me.

I was a nobody, but the thing about being a complete nobody was that everybody else ignored me.

I could go anywhere in the building and be virtually invisible.

Whenever I spoke to anybody I was forgotten five seconds later.

Another good thing about my job was the fact that apart from Stephen, I was the only person in the company who had access to all the files.

I doubted that anybody in the firm would think that I would know one file from the next, but they also didn't know what power I suddenly had.

It took a great effort. I had to do my job, play the budding slave and complete my duties at home and then find the time to set my scheme in motion.

But after a lot of work with the files and with Lucy's computer logged into the company network I had everything in place just a couple days before Lucy was due to come home.

I had had a few nervy moments: using Lucy's office, accessing confidential documents and once even using Stephens computer while he was at lunch.

I worried about surveillance cameras, but after some investigating I discovered that there was only one camera, it was set up in my room on Lucy's instructions, and removed the day after my episode with Amy. Now everything was ready. I had a feeling of pride knowing I wasn't as useless as I had been led to believe, I could still show the best of them how to massage figures and run a campaign.

Now I was in a position to set it all off.

I had an anonymous email ready, addressed to the relevant authorities, with a few sample documents attached. All I needed to do now was press send and wait for things to take their course.

In the meantime I managed to replace Lucy's computer and continue my life of drudgery.

Lucy arrived home and explained how I was to be her slave. I think I did a convincing job of pretending to be ignorant when she announced her intentions.

As the time passed and nothing appeared to be happening regarding my plans, I became convinced I had failed.

I also sank deeper into my role as a slave. I started to accept that it was my destiny, that I was truly meant to spend my life serving others.

I also lived in fear, if my plan had failed, it was only a matter of time before somebody discovered the altered accounts and all the other things I had prepared.

When that happened I didn't know what would happen to me and I didn't want to think about it.

I knew there was nothing I could do to change things now, but it didn't stop me worrying

When Lucy had entered the house to find me on my knees for her, She had ignored me as she greeted Lynn and Amy.

I pretended to be surprised at her tan and be crestfallen at her dismissive treatment of me.

That weekend turned into a blur of pain and humiliation as the three women intensified my training, I actually became concerned that Lucy had in fact discovered my plan.

Partly in hope and partly in fear I acted the complete submissive. But minute by minute and with each new torment I felt myself descending into true slavery.

I don't know how, but I made it through my weekend from hell.

From there I officially became a slave to my wife. I hated everything about it, but increasingly I became convinced that it was meant to be, the fact that I now thought that my escape plan had failed only compounded my belief that I was destined to a life of slavery.

I had all but accepted my fate when the balloon went up so to speak.

I discovered later, that when Lucy, Barry and Amy had arrived at work, the first thing they noticed was the different security personnel at reception. Two men in gray suits asked their names and checked them on the screen of a desktop computer.

Amy was told that the offices were closed until further notice and to go home and somebody would contact her.

Lucy and Barry on the other hand, were told to report to the conference room.

Two hours later Lucy arrived home in tears.

Barry was kept there.


Ten months later

I'm relaxing on a sun bed by the pool. I swallow the last of my beer and raise my glass in the air.

Amy shuffles across the patio to me.

I watch her, appreciating the way her breasts jiggle and almost overflow from the top of her sexy little maids dress.

She takes my glass and I smile at her. She is unable to smile back due to the large rubber ball gag strapped tightly into her mouth.

As she turns and walks to the kitchen to get me another beer, I admire her ass, her skirt is so short and tight, the bottom of her ass cheeks are showing.

She is also wearing stockings and five inch heels. Her arms are tied loosely at the elbows behind her back and her hands are cuffed in front. She can move her hands, but only a small amount.

She also walks in small steps due to the short chain hobbling her ankles.

I wish I could take the credit for her appearance but I can't.

She obeys my orders as a good maid should, but she does it out of choice and also because her Mistress wishes her to.

Amy and Lynn still live in the annex, they are lovers but Amy is virtually owned by Lynn and lives as her slave.

Amy returns with my new beer and I can hear Lynn singing in the house as she does the chores that she was originally hired for.

I rehired Lynn and Amy on inflated salaries to run my house. I had no grievance with them as I considered that they were used, like me, by Lucy and Stephen.

I pick up my newspaper from the small table at my side and read the article again, savouring the words. Barry was found guilty yesterday of a total number of eight crimes involving the embezzlement of just about all the funds of Stephens company.

Seven years in prison seems fair to me for fucking my wife and trying to condemn me to a life of slavery.

I suppose he will probably be out in three.

Of course, he would have been dealt with more leniently had he told the authorities what he had done with the money.

I almost felt sorry for him.

He must be as confused as anybody as to where the money is.

But it so happens that I'm the only one who knows the numbers and passwords to the secret bank accounts that make me a millionaire.

I also wonder, with amusement, if he will be able to keep ahead of the Italians when he is released.

Their involvement turned out to be a bonus I hadn't expected.

Claude paid Lucy and I a visit some time ago with three "lawyers" as he called them.

It turned out that an awful lot of the missing money belonged to him.

He questioned Lucy and she realised that he wasn't quite the gentleman she had thought he was.

At length she had managed to convince him that she had nothing to do with what had happened and we both felt a huge relief when they left.

I must admit that Claude frightened me.

Although we were clean in his eyes Claude couldn't resist letting me know what Lucy had done on the occasions she was with them.

We may have been in the clear with the Italians, but it transpired that Stephen was in way over his head.

He may have lost the company and all the money he had invested, but try as I might I could find no way to separate him from his personal fortune.

But it turned out that if Claude couldn't retrieve his money from what was left of the company, he knew ways to persuade Stephen to pay up.

I heard through the grapevine that Stephen had had to sell his house and all of his cars to pay Claude and Tony the substantial compensation they demanded for what had happened to their investments.

I suspected that not everything they did was above board.

But what the hell, if I couldn't get him, I was just glad someone else did.

I was just happy that the two people I hated most in the world were now suffering.

So all in all I felt good.

Life was good. Barry was in prison. Stephen was ruined and Lynn and Amy were serving me.

And I had more money than I knew what to do with.

I looked at my watch. I realised it was time to serve Lucy her lunch.

So what about Lucy?

I had talked with her and told her what I wanted. I gave her a choice.

She could have a divorce, but with the evidence I had of her adultery and what she planned for me, she would end up penniless and homeless.

Maybe she could share Stephen's rented flat I told her spitefully.

I also, as a backup, had kept some documents implicating her in Barry's crime, just in case she tried to inform the authorities of what I had done,

Or she could agree to my proposal.

She told me she didn't want a divorce. She convinced me that she still loved me and would do anything to make amends.

I believed her, I had to, I loved her and wanted her to stay.

I had her tell me everything she had done. I hadn't realised, and was genuinely shocked by the extent of her actions.

I considered seriously what she had disclosed for some days.

After a lot of thought, I told her I forgave her everything, but, I also told her she had to pay a price for her actions.

She cried in relief, she said she would do anything I wanted her to do.

I thought back to how I had said those exact words to her.

I then told her what was going to happen.

I opened the door to see my wife sitting on the bed in the basement.

She smiled warmly at me and stood up. She couldn't approach me as she was chained by her collar to the wall. She was naked, she had been naked and chained in this room for ten months.

" Barry got seven years," I told her.

"Poor Barry, his only fault was to fall in love with me," she said.

I shrugged "he deserves it," I said as I put her lunch tray down on the table.

"Its now ten months. You only have two more to go," I informed her.

"It'll be nice to see daylight again," she said, sitting down on the bed.

She took my hand in both of hers and looked up at me.

That is what we had agreed.

She would stay in this basement, that she had prepared for me, and she would be my prisoner for one year.

I unzipped my shorts and let them drop to the floor.

Lucy looked at my cock and smiled. I dropped to my knees before her.

"Please ma,am may I cum?" I asked her.

Lucy lifted the thin chain from around her neck and used the key attached to release my cock cage.

She spread her knees apart.

"You can cum only after you have licked me," she said.

I leaned forward and lovingly began to eat her pussy as I stroked my cock. I was careful not to rub too fast. knowing Lucy would want to watch me masturbate to orgasm before she again locked me into the cock cage.

She was forcing her pussy onto my eager mouth. Only two more months left to go, then our lives would return to normal.

Or at least as normal as we would ever be.

Lucy would again be mistress of the house and I once more her slave, but this time I would be so willingly.

After all the secrets and subterfuge to turn me into a slave, she cried as I told her.

"Lucy I love you, if you really want me to be your slave, just ask".