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The devil wears high heels

 

Dominant wife in femdom marriage story

 

 

 

 

 

I really don't know why Sarah married me. She's a very successful divorce lawyer. I am a college professor. Sarah's income approaches seven figures. Mine is just barely into six figures.

 

Sarah is a thirty-seven year old blonde beauty. At 5 feet eight inches, she's an inch taller than I am. Her large bust, narrow waist and slim hips give her a figure that draws the attention of every man she passes on the street.

 

My wife is a knockout.

 

On the other hand, I am a slender forty-two year old intellectual with slightly effeminate mannerisms.

 

Sarah and I have many common interests. Both of us love the opera and classical music. We readily agree that the New York Times Crossword Puzzle and a fine cup of coffee make a wonderful combination on a Sunday morning.

 

Clothes are also a favorite mutual interest. Sarah and I can happily spend many hours together perusing the racks of any upscale clothing store.

 

Sarah likes to joke that I am the perfect girlfriend.

 

We have a very active, albeit different sex life. My penis is tiny. I suppose the girlfriend analogy applies here as well. We've had normal intercourse two times. On both occasions, I came almost immediately after I entered Sarah.

 

Sarah decided that intercourse just wasn't the appropriate way for us to express our love. Those were her exact words. Instead, I now spend hours on my knees licking Sarah's ass and pussy while she relaxes on the bed with her eyes closed.

 

When we were first married, Sarah would always end a session of lovemaking by giving me a nice blow job. It never lasted more than a minute, but I always enjoyed it.

 

About a year ago, Sarah decided to stop sucking my cock. One night after I finished licking Sarah to several orgasms she informed me of her decision.

 

"Louis, your penis is so tiny that I really don't get much enjoyment out of sucking it. It's really not much more interesting to me than sucking on a soda straw."

 

She shrugged. "I really don't see how you could be getting much enjoyment from it either. You always cum in less than a minute. It really doesn't seem like it's worth the effort."

 

She smiled at me. "I think it would be much more fun for both of us if you ended our lovemaking sessions by licking my ass while you masturbate." Sarah patted my head. "Louis, If you think about it, that's a much more appropriate expression of our love for each other."

 

I wanted to object, but I didn't. It was very difficult for me to argue with Sarah.

 

Shortly after we were married, Sarah divided the household duties. She took over the complete financial management of the household. I turned my pay checks over to her. She paid the bills, managed the checking and charge accounts and took care of all of our investments. Sarah's rationale was simple. She made most of the money, she should manage it.

 

I get a weekly allowance. Every Friday morning Sarah hands me an envelope with fifty dollars in it. When she gives it to me she always says, "Here you are dear. It's all yours, spend it wisely."

 

I was assigned all of the household chores. I do all of the cooking, cleaning and laundry.

 

Sarah adores this arrangement. Whenever her girlfriends, Cassie and Monica come over, she refers to me as her wife. They always get a big laugh out of it.

 

Sarah really enjoys this aspect of our marriage. She loves to buy me frilly aprons as gifts. I have a very large collection of them and Sarah insists that I wear them when I am working around the house.

 

"Louis, I dress you in very expensive clothing. Wearing a nice apron is a remarkably intelligent way to keep your clothes neat and nice."

 

Last year for my birthday, Sarah gave me a large box of lace panties. Inside the box there was a short note.

 

It said:

 

This is the perfect gift for a wonderful wife. I expect you to throw out all your ugly boxer shorts and start wearing these cute panties.

 

Love

 

Sarah

 

 

The next day Sarah came into the bedroom while I was throwing out my old underwear.

 

She kissed me and said, "Louis, I wasn't really sure you would do this. I'm very happy to see you're obeying me."

 

She unbuckled my belt and opened my trousers. When she saw the pale yellow panties I was wearing she said, "Baby, You're such a good little wife."

 

She pulled my trousers all the way off and dragged me over to the bed. She lifted up her skirt and pulled down her panties. As she laid down on her stomach, she said, "Louis lick my asshole. Show me that you know I'm the boss in this marriage."

 

I obediently spread the cheeks of Sarah's gorgeous ass and started to kiss and lick her asshole. I couldn't argue with her, she was the boss.

 

About three months ago Sarah started spending more time with Cassie and Monica. They started going out every Thursday night. At first they called it girls night out. Sarah told me that they went out for dinner, drinks and gossip. She was always home by 10:30. It seemed pretty harmless.

 

About a month later Sarah went out on a Thursday night and didn't get home until 2:30 in the morning.

 

The next morning I confronted Sarah about why she was out so late.

 

She looked at me and said, "It's really none of your business, but if you must know, after we finished our dinner we went to a night club and spent the evening dancing."

 

"Were you dancing with men?"

 

Sarah laughed. "Of course, we're not in junior high school."

 

Sarah waited for me to say something more. When I didn't she sneered at me and said, "If you're done with the third degree, I am hungry. Get your apron on and make me some breakfast."

 

Last week Cassie and Monica came over on Saturday afternoon. The three of them were lying in the sun by the swimming pool. I was waiting on them. Sarah was calling me their waitress.

 

When I brought them a second round of margaritas I heard Cassie ask Sarah, "Where are we going for date night This week."

 

The words "date night" caught my attention.

 

Sarah answered, "Dave wants to go to Macguires for dinner. He says they have great steaks. After dinner he suggested we go dancing at the 520 Club."

 

Monica said, "That would be great, Jerry loves Macguires."

 

I turned. Sarah looked at me and smiled. It seemed as though she wasn't even mildly concerned that I'd just heard what she said.

 

I looked at her and asked, "Who's Dave?"

 

Sarah shrugged. "It's really none of your business, but if you must know he's a guy that I go dancing with on Thursday nights."

 

Cassie and Monica started giggling.

 

 

For the next several days, neither of us mentioned Dave.

 

On Thursday evening I walked into the bedroom. Sarah had just finished showering and was sitting at her makeup table.

 

"Are you going out?"

 

She turned, "Of course I am. You know Thursday is my night out with Cassie and Monica."

 

"Can I sit with you while you're getting dressed?"

 

"Sure, but if you don't have anything better to do, why don't you make yourself useful and get me a glass of pinot grigio."

 

"Certainly, right away."

 

I went into the kitchen, opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass for Sarah. I was about to pick it up when I stopped. Lately Sarah had made it clear that she preferred it when I served her wine on a tray.

 

I found a tray and set the glass of wine on it. I was about to pick it up when I decided to surprise Sarah with a light snack.

 

I quickly cut up an apple and sliced some cheddar cheese. I put it all on a small plate and set it on the tray next to Sarah's wine.

 

When I was done, I picked up the tray and carried it back to the bedroom.

 

Sarah was standing up when I walked into the bedroom. She was fastening a black garter belt around her waist.

 

Sarah smiled as I carefully set her glass of wine and plate of apple slices and cheese on her makeup table.

 

When I was done she looked at me and said, "Louis, you are becoming a very good servant. You really should be proud of yourself."

 

I beamed with pride as I sat down on the bed.

 

Sarah sat down next to me and took a sip of her wine. When she set her glass down she picked up a black nylon stocking and rolled it onto her leg.

 

"I haven't seen you wear stockings and a garter belt for a long time. What's the occasion?"

 

Sarah shrugged. "Nothing really, sometimes it's just fun to feel sexy."

 

As Sarah rolled her other stocking onto her leg I asked, "Where are you going to dinner tonight?"

 

Of course I already knew the answer. I remembered the conversation I'd overheard last Saturday. I just wanted to hear it again.

 

"MacGuires, it's a new place on the west side of the city."

 

"Who's going to be there?"

 

Sarah turned. She also remembered the conversation on Saturday.

 

She stared at me for a moment then said, "Cassie and Monica." She paused. "Our dance partners will be there to."

 

"This guy Dave that you mentioned on Saturday, will he be there?"

 

Sarah pulled her panties on over her garter belt and nylons. "Yes of course he will, he's my dance partner."

 

I thought about this for a moment. I really didn't know what to say.

 

Sarah stood, picked up her skirt and pulled it on. It was short, very short.

 

"That's a short skirt."

 

Sarah smiled. "Yes it is, short skirts make dancing easier."

 

She picked up her blouse and slipped her arms into the sleeves. She hadn't bothered to put on a brassiere first."

 

"Your not going to wear a bra tonight?"

 

"No, I think I look sexier without one." She glared at me. "I enjoy looking sexy, is that a problem for you?"

 

I looked at the floor and quietly said, "No I guess not."

 

Sarah smiled as she fastened the two bottom buttons of her blouse. I noticed that she'd left the three top buttons unfastened.

 

My wife looked in the mirror and turned to me. "There, how do I look?"

 

The truth was, Sarah was dressed like a slut. Her short skirt looked like something a teenager would wear, her breasts spilled out of the open buttons at the top of her blouse and her eye shadow was much too dark.

 

Part of me wanted to protest. Part of me wanted to scream at her that no decent woman would ever dream of going out dressed like that.

 

 

 

 

Another part of me had a far different reaction. The meek submissive part of me wanted to fall on my knees and beg to be allowed to kiss Sarah's pussy before she went out.

 

I was torn, I couldn't decide what to say so finally I just whispered, "You look very sexy."

 

Sarah looked at me for a moment then smiled. "You're sweet."

 

I looked at my watch. It was almost seven o'clock. "What time are Cassie and Monica going to pick you up?"

 

Sarah was checking her hair in the mirror. "I'm not riding with Cassie and Monica tonight. They live on the other side of town. Dave lives about a mile away. It's much more convenient for him to pick me up."

 

I stared at Sarah. Suddenly I said, "This is a date. Another man is picking you up at our house and taking you out for an evening of dining and dancing." I was appalled, I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. I repeated myself. "This is a date."

 

Sarah turned. For a moment she just looked at me, then she smirked and said, "Yes I suppose it is. Well, there you have it. I'm going out on a date with another man." She placed her hands on her hips. It was a defiant stance. "What are you going to do about it Louis?"

 

I stood perfectly still. The last remnants of my manhood desperately wanted scream, No you can't go! You're my wife, you cannot date other men. Sadly, I didn't, that part of me had long ago shriveled away. I no longer had the back bone to protest. Now all I could do was silently stare at the floor.

 

Sarah smirked and said, "That's what I thought you'd do."

 

I was completely humiliated.

 

A car horn sounded outside.

 

"That's Dave now. I have to go. You don't want me to keep him waiting do you?"

 

Sarah walked over to me and patted my cheek. "Don't worry Louis, I still love you."

 

She grabbed her purse. As she opened the front door she said, "Don't sit up waiting for me, I'll probably be home quite late." Sarah stepped through the doorway and paused. "The hamper in my closet is filled with dirty lingerie; you can wash all of it for me this evening." She smirked, "That should keep you from getting bored."

 

Sarah closed the door behind her and left.

 

I went to the front window and peeked out the curtain.

 

A tall handsome man in his early forties was standing next to a Lexus. He was holding the passenger door of the car open for Sarah. I assumed that this was Dave.

 

My heart nearly broke when my wife walked up to this strange man, put her arms around his neck and brazenly kissed him on the lips.

 

When she broke off her kiss she turned and looked at the house. Sarah knew I would be watching out the window. She waved at me and got into Dave's car.

 

He closed the car door, walked around to the driver's side and got in.

 

A single tear rolled down my cheek as I watched this handsome man start his car, pull away from the curb and drive away with my wife.

 

 

 

I didn't want to give Sarah any reason to be angry with me when she came home. As soon she and Dave drove away, I went to her bedroom and found her laundry hamper. I obediently hand washed all of her dirty lingerie and hung it on the clothesline in the basement.

 

That took me about an hour. when I was done I went into the kitchen and made myself some dinner.

 

I ate in front of the television. While I ate, I wondered what Sarah and Dave doing. I looked at my watch. It was just before 9:00. I assumed that they were just finishing their dinner. I wondered if MacGuires did have great steaks.

 

When I was done eating, I cleaned the kitchen and washed up my dirty dishes. As I was finishing, I looked at the clock. It was 10:15.

 

I spent the next hour vacuuming and dusting the living room. Earlier this week, Sarah had mentioned that the living room was looking a bit messy. I guess I was feeling a little insecure about Sarah's feelings towards me. I wanted to try to impress her with my skills as a husband.

 

 

At 11:30 I took a shower and put on my pajama's. Actually I didn't put on a pair of pajamas. It was really a see through pink nighty with a pair of matching pink panties. They were a gift from Sarah. I always felt silly wearing this outfit, but I knew it pleased her when I put it on. I was desperate to have Sarah love me. I was trying to do everything I could to make her happy.

 

When I was ready for bed I sat down in the living room and turned on the television. I found an old movie and promptly fell asleep.

 

I was awakened by the a pair of car headlights and the sound of an engine. A car had just pulled into our driveway.

 

I sat up and looked at the clock on the wall. It was 1:45.

 

Suddenly it was dark and quiet again. Someone had turned the headlights and car engine off.

 

I waited. When I didn't hear the sound of a car door I got up and carefully peeked out the front window.

 

It was Dave's Lexus. The light on our front walk gave just enough illumination for me to be able to see one person's head in the front seat, but I could only see one head. I was pretty sure it was Dave and he appeared to be lying back in the seat.

 

I watched. After a few minutes, another head appeared. This was obviously Sarah. My stomach churned when I realized what she must have been doing.

 

Dave handed Sarah something. She wiped her mouth with it. It must have been his handkerchief.

 

She handed it back and they kissed. It was a long drawn out kiss. Finally they broke apart. They appeared to talk for a moment, then Sarah opened the car door and got out.

 

I closed the curtain and hurried back to my chair. I didn't want Sarah to know I'd been spying on her.

 

After a moment the front door opened and Sarah walked in. Her blouse was brazenly unbuttoned. Her large breasts were hanging free.

 

She closed the door behind her and set her purse down on the table in the entrance way.

 

She noticed me as she walked into the living room. "Oh, your still up."

 

"You're very late."

 

"I told you I would be."

 

"You sat out front in the car for a long time."

 

"Were you spying on me?"

 

"You're my wife."

 

"So what?"

 

That answer disarmed me for a moment. I wasn't sure what to say next.

 

Sarah noticed my confusion and said, "What's the matter wimp, cat got your tongue?"

 

Sarah's aggressive attitude got me even more flustered.

 

I started to stutter. "Wha wha what were you doing out there?"

 

Sarah laughed, "what do you think we were doing. Dave and I are two healthy adults of the opposite sex."

 

"You're a married woman!"

 

"Dave took me out for a nice dinner and a wonderful evening of dancing. We're not in grade school, we're adults. When a man does that for a woman he expects a little sugar when he takes her home.

 

Sarah walked over and patted my face. "Relax baby, all he did was kiss me and play with my tits for a little while."

 

"What about when you're head was in his lap?"

 

Sarah looked at me for a moment. "Oh you saw that." she sighed, "Okay, I did give him a blow job. Louis, Dave's a healthy adult male. You don't expect me to get him all hot and bothered and then send him on his way do you?" She shook her head, "That would be cruel."

 

"Why not, you do it to me all the time." I stopped. I don't know what got into me. I just blurted it out.

 

We both stared at each other in silence.

 

Finally Sarah scowled at me, "Dave's a man."

 

She kept her eyes fixed on my eyes. Gradually I wilted and averted my gaze to the floor.

 

Sarah's scowl slowly turned into a smile.

 

She defiantly placed her hands on her hips and hissed, "Now if you are finished, I am tired and I am going to bed. Your cross examination has pissed me off. Louis, I do not want to hear another word out of you until tomorrow morning."

 

"But..."

 

"Not another word!"

 

Sarah stormed into her bedroom and slammed the door behind her.

 

I stood perfectly still. Waves of regret immediately started rolling through me. I couldn't bear having Sarah angry with me.

 

I quietly knocked on her bedroom door. "Sarah, I'm sorry I made you mad."

 

"Not another fucking word Louis!"

 

 

 

I got up very early Friday morning and prepared a ham and cheese quiche. It was Sarah's favorite breakfast. I made it from scratch.

 

I'd lain awake all night trying to come up with a plan to make amends to her. I couldn't bear the thought of Sarah being angry with me. This was the best plan I could come up with.

 

While I was cooking I listened for sounds of activity from her bedroom. I heard her first footsteps just before 7:30. It was just after 8:00 when Sarah's bedroom door opened and she came out.

 

I was on my knees waiting for her when she walked into the living room.

 

Sarah looked gorgeous. She was wearing a very expensive hand tailored wool business suit. She stopped when she saw me kneeling in my lace apron and yellow panties. She stood perfectly still and stared at me.

 

I swallowed hard and said, "Sarah, I am sorry that I offended you last night. Please forgive me." I smiled at her, "I made your favorite breakfast."

 

Sarah continued staring at me. Gradually a very subtle smile formed on her lips.

 

"Louis, you were incredibly rude last night. You had absolutely no business questioning my behavior."

 

I bowed my head. "I'm Sorry Sarah."

 

Sarah held up her hand and stopped me. "Louis I think that for the time being it would be better if you called me Ms. Raymond."

 

My last name was Mitchell. Sarah chose to keep her name when we got married.

 

"Yes Ms. Raymond."

 

Sarah walked a slow circle around me. "I am impressed by your display of remorse, but you are going to have to atone for your behavior."

 

She stared at me, "Do you truly wish to make amends?"

 

I looked up at her. "Yes please, I will do anything."

 

"Anything?"

 

"Yes."

 

Sarah smiled. It was a wicked smile. "Very well, if you truly wish to make amends, you can serve as my slave for one week."

 

I thought about this for a moment. I already did all the cooking and housework. How much worse could this possibly be? I smiled to myself, I was getting off cheap.

 

Deep down inside me there was also a little thrill of excitement.

 

I bowed my head, "Thank you Ms. Raymond, You're very generous."

 

Sarah looked at me, "You're welcome Louis." She paused. "I think you need to do something to demonstrate that you willingly accept my terms."

 

Sarah thought for a moment then she smiled. "I know."

 

She walked over so she was standing in front of me and turned around. Sarah slowly raised the hem of her skirt to her waist, placed one hand on the back of the chair in front of her and leaned forward.

 

"Pull my panty hose and panties down and lick my ass."

 

I hesitated for a moment. I'd been licking Sarah's ass since well before we got married. The truth is I enjoyed it. But this time, it somehow felt different. This time it seemed at though I was surrendering to Sarah.

 

I moved very slowly. I pulled Sarah's pantyhose and panties down and spread the cheeks of her gorgeous ass.

 

I stared at her asshole for a moment. I was both terrified and excited. Somehow I sensed that by giving her this kiss, I was relinquishing the rest of my rights as a man.

 

Sarah became impatient with my delay. "Well what are you waiting for? I don't have all day."

 

I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against Sarah's anus.

 

She sighed when she felt me make contact. I kissed her for a moment, but that still wasn't enough for her.

 

"I believe my instructions were to lick it."

 

Sarah quietly cooed when she felt my tongue penetrate her asshole.

 

After a moment she said, "I think this might be a very interesting week."

 

 

 

Sarah pulled up her panties and pantyhose and pushed her skirt back down.

 

She walked into the dining room. She smiled when she saw the morning newspaper lying next to her place at the head of the table.

 

I poured Sarah a cup of coffee and went into the kitchen. I put a slice of quiche on a plate and poured a glass of orange juice.

 

Sarah was reading the paper when I brought her breakfast into the dining room.

 

I set the quiche and glass of orange juice in front of her and carefully stepped back.

 

Without lifting her eyes from the newspaper Sarah said, "Thank you Louis." She used the same indifferent tone that an arrogant diner might use with a waiter in a restaurant.

 

When she finished her quiche, Sarah daintily dabbed at her lips with her cloth napkin and stood up.

 

 

"Louis that was very good." She smiled at me. "I've always believed that you would make an excellent servant."

 

I bowed politely and said, "Thank you Ms. Raymond." I was trying as hard as I could to please Sarah. I desperately wanted to get back into her good graces."

 

Sarah smirked at my obedient manner, "Louis, I'm pleased to see that you're being serious in your effort to atone for last night's rude behavior. I wish I could stay and pursue this further, but I have to go to work. We'll continue this when I get home."

 

Sarah looked at me with a very wicked smile. In her most mocking tone of voice she said, "I'll see you this evening slaveboy."

 

Sarah picked up her purse and walked to the front door.

 

As she opened it she said, "I think I would like Tuna Delmonico for dinner tonight."

 

I shook my head, "The sauce for that dish takes almost three hours to prepare."

 

She smiled, "Yes, it does." She stared at me, "What time does you last lecture end today?"

 

"3:00."

 

"Good, that will get you home by 3:30. I'll expect you to serve dinner at 7:00. That will allow plenty of preparation time."

 

 

 

After I was done teaching my last class I left the University as quickly as I could.

 

On my way home I stopped at the grocery store and a fresh fish market to get the ingredients for Sarah's dinner.

 

It was just after 3:30 when I got home. I quickly put the groceries away, put on my lace apron and started preparing the ginger sauce for Tuna Delmonico.

 

The first hour of preparation requires the most effort. The sauce has to be constantly stirred as it cooks.

 

Once the sauce was cooking, I made garlic mashed potatoes. They were Sarah's favorite.

 

When I was done with the potatoes, I washed the lettuce for two caesar salads and laid the leaves between the folds of a towel so they could dry.

 

After that was done I had a few spare moments so I vacuumed the living room and dining room.

 

It was just after 5:30 when Sarah walked in the front door. She smiled when she saw me vacuuming.

 

Sarah walked across the living room and went down the hall to her bedroom. As she disappeared through the hall door she said, "Put the vacuum cleaner away and join me in my bedroom."

 

I quickly did as I was told.

 

Sarah glared at me when I walked into her bedroom. "Excuse me, just what do you think you're doing?"

 

"You told me to join you in your bedroom."

 

"Louis, I will tell you this one time and one time only. You are a slave. You are expected to knock and get permission before you enter this room. If you ever forget that again, you will be severely punished. Do you understand?"

 

I bowed my head, "Yes Ms. Raymond."

 

Sarah smiled, then opened her purse and took out a small box. The words CB 2000 were printed on the top of box.

 

"I bought a little present for you on my way home."

 

I was nervous, Sarah wasn't in the frame of mind to be giving me real presents.

 

"May I ask what it is?"

 

"Certainly, It's a male chastity cage."

 

I was stunned for a moment. I didn't even know that such things existed.

 

Sarah continued, "I really don't want a slave lying around my house jerking off all day so I am taking the necessary precaution to control your behavior."

 

"But I don't...OOOW"

 

The slap was sudden and unexpected, it hurt.

 

"Silence! when I want your opinion I'll ask for it." She glared at me, "I am not interested in hearing your thoughtless narcissistic comments."

 

I bowed my head in shame. Sarah's slap hurt. Tears were running down my cheeks.

 

Sarah laughed when she saw I was crying. "I knew you were a little pansy, but I didn't think you were that delicate." She thought for a moment, "I think we'll change your name to Louise." She looked at me and smiled, "Yes Louise is a much more appropriate name for a little sissyboy like you."

 

I looked at Sarah, I didn't know what to do."

 

She seemed to sense my confusion, "Just behave yourself Louise, you'll do fine. You will quickly learn that I'll reward obedience just as fast as I punish obstinance."

 

Sarah stared at me for a moment. When I didn't reply she said, "Good, I'm glad that's settled; now strip down to your panties."

 

I stared at my wife.

 

She shook her head, "I am going to get very cross with you if I have to keep repeating every instruction." Sarah raised her voice, "Louise, Strip!"

 

This time I responded very quickly to Sarah's command. My apron, shirt, trousers and my shoes and socks were off in a flash. I piled everything in a neat stack on the floor and patiently waited for Sarah's next direction.

 

She nodded in approval. "Much better, now pull your panties down. It's time to put on your chastity belt."

 

I did as I was told and obediently stood in front of my wife with my panties around my knees while she read the directions for the CB 2000.

 

When she was ready Sarah slipped the device onto my cock and balls.

 

As she was doing it she said, "Tonight, before we go to bed I am going to take this off so you can shave off all of this unsightly pubic hair. I think that you will look much better without it."

 

When she was done putting the chastity cage on me, Sarah snapped the tiny gold lock into place and put the key in her purse. "Louise you understand that you are never allowed to go into my purse without my specific permission."

 

I nodded, "Yes Ms. Raymond; I understand."

 

As I answered, I marveled at Sarah skill as an attorney. She once again got me to acquiesce to a much larger demand by getting me to agree to a smaller concession.

 

By acknowledging the fact that I wasn't allowed go into Sarah's purse, I also agreed to wear the chastity cage.

 

 

I pulled up my panties. When I reached down to pick up my trousers, Sarah stopped me.

 

"I don't think those will be allowed this evening. Your lace apron and panties will make a very appropriate outfit for you while you're serving me."

 

"Ms. Raymond, may I be allowed to make a request?"

 

"Certainly, but keep it short and respectful."

 

"I would like to be able to wear a shirt. I'm already cold."

 

Sarah thought for a moment. Finally she said, "That is a reasonable request." She paused, "Let me think, what do we have that would be appropriate." Suddenly she smiled, "I know."

 

Sarah got up, walked over to one of her dressers and opened up the second drawer.

 

After rummaging through her clothing for a moment she smiled and said, "Here it is." Sarah pulled out pale yellow woman's cotton undershirt. The sleeves and neck were trimmed with lace.

 

She handed it to me. "This should keep you nice and warm."

 

I held it up. It was very feminine.

 

"Hurry up now, put it on."

 

I slipped it over my head and pulled it down. I am about the same height as Sarah and very slender. The shirt actually fit me very well.

 

Sarah giggled. "Those go nicely with your lace panties. I'll have to buy some more of them for you."

 

She paused, "Now, put your apron on and check the dinner. Return as quickly as you can. I want you to undress me and give me a bath before I sit down to eat."

 

For the next half hour I raced between the kitchen and Sarah's bathroom.

 

Sarah was a demanding mistress. She refused to do anything for herself. I had to undress her, bathe her, dry her off, brush her beautiful long hair and dress her in a very luxurious pair of silk lounging pajamas.

 

We finished just before 7:00. I followed Sarah into the living room. She sat down in a large stuffed chair and picked up a book.

 

As she opened it she said, "Bring me a martini. I want to relax for a few minutes while you put my dinner on the table."

 

I brought Sarah her drink. She smiled when she saw that it was on a tray. "That's very good Louise. I do believe that you have the potential to become an excellent slave."

 

I bowed, "Thank you Ms. Raymond." At this point it didn't take very much praise from Sarah to make me happy.

 

I went into the kitchen and quickly grilled the tuna steaks. While they were cooking, I set the dining room table. I put one place setting in Sarah's usual position at the head of the table and another place setting on the side of the table nearest the kitchen. This was where I generally sat.

 

I prepared a large bowl of ceasar salad and carefully divided it into two smaller bowls. After that, I opened a bottle of chardonnay and brought the two salads and the wine out to the dining room table.

 

When that was done, I went back to the kitchen, took the two tuna steaks off of the grill and put each of them onto a plate. I smiled as I carefully dribbled the ginger sauce over the steaks. Tuna Delmonico was not only a favorite of Sarah's it was also one of my favorites. This dinner was going to be a rare treat. I was looking forward to it.

 

I set the two plates on the table and went into the living room.

 

"Ms. Raymond, dinner is served."

 

Sarah smiled and stood up. "Very good Louise, you're timing is nearly perfect."

 

Sarah's praise made me beam with pride. I hurried back into the dining room so I could see her reaction when she saw our dinner.

 

Sarah walked into the dining room. When she noticed the table she stopped. Her smile quickly turned into a scowl.

 

Sarah looked at me, "Louise are we expecting company for dinner?"

 

I shook my head, "No Ms. Raymond."

 

"Would you care to explain the presence of the second plate?"

 

I became very nervous. I started to stammer. "It's ah...well sort of for... me."

 

Sarah glared at me, "Slaves don't ever sit at the table and eat. Slaves eat in the kitchen after they've served their mistress."

 

I was completely crushed. I stood absolutely still. I didn't know what to do."

 

Sarah was quick to give me direction, "Take your plate into the kitchen." her voice was icy cold.

 

I quickly picked the plate up. As I carried it away Sarah said, "Put that piece of fish into a plastic bag. I'll have it for lunch tomorrow. In this household we don't waste fresh tuna steaks on slaves. You can open some canned tuna, that should be sufficient for you."

 

I took my plate to the kitchen. As I was bagging my tuna steak Sarah called to me, "Louise please hurry; I am waiting for you to pour me a glass of wine."

 

I returned to the dining room, as I was pouring her wine she said, "Serve me some mashed potatoes."

 

I set the bottle of chardonnay down and spooned some potatoes onto Sarah's plate.

 

When I was done, I watched with envy as Sarah took a bite of fish. She smiled as she swallowed it.

 

I waited for some words of praise. when they didn't come I said, "Do you like the fish?"

 

Sarah stared at me. "I'm sorry, but I don't remember giving you permission to speak. Louise you do not have the right to disturb my dinner."

 

I hung my head as Sarah continued eating.

 

Sarah ate most of her salad, and about half of her fish and potatoes. When she was done she set her fork down and smiled at me. "Louise that was delicious. You are an excellent cook."

 

I beamed with pride.

 

As she was taking a final sip of wine Sarah noticed me looking at the uneaten portion of her dinner.

 

She got a very wicked smile on her face and said, "Louise you have done a very nice job with this dinner. I believe that you deserve a reward. Would you like to finish my fish and potatoes?"

 

I really did want to taste the tuna so I said, "Yes Ms. Raymond. That would be very kind."

 

"Very well."

 

I started to sit down in my chair.

 

"What do you think you're doing? Get away from that chair before I have to punish you!"

 

I quickly stood.

 

Sarah pointed to the floor, "Louise get down on your knees."

 

When I was kneeling next to her chair Sarah set her plate on the floor in front of me. She started to giggle and said, "Eat up slaveboy."

 

I looked up at my wife in dismay. I couldn't believe what she was doing.

 

Sarah glared at me. "Do not even think about turning down my generosity. I would consider that a personal affront. Louise, I will punish you if you do not enjoy my gift."

 

"Would you please pass me a fork?"

 

Sarah grinned at me, "Of course not. Louise, you make a very nice pet I want to see you eat like one."

 

Sarah smirked as I lapped up the leftover fish and mashed potatoes like a dog.

 

I was just licking the plate clean when I happened to glance up at Sarah. She was staring at me with a slightly lost expession on her face. Suddenly I noticed that her right hand had slipped inside the waistband of her silk lounging pajamas. Sarah was masturbating.

 

I watched her out of the corner of my eye. I started to become convinced that Sarah wasn't actually aware that she was doing it.

 

I kept stealing glances at her; I slowly began to understand that Sarah got a sexual thrill out of tormenting me.

 

Suddenly Sarah caught me looking at her. At the same moment she realized what she was doing. For a brief moment my goddess of self control appeared flummoxed.

 

Her confusion didn't last long. She quickly regained control. She didn't stop masturbating, instead she stared directly into my eyes and started to smile. It was almost as if she was saying - So now you know, what are you going to do about it wimpboy.

 

 

After dinner Sarah retired to the living room. I brought her a glass of cognac. She relaxed and read her book while I cleaned the kitchen.

 

When I was finished with my chores I took my apron off and went into the living room. Sarah looked up from her book, motioned with one hand that I was to wait, and continued reading.

 

She made me stand there for fifteen minutes while she read her book and sipped cognac.

 

Finally she set her book down and looked up at me. "Louise fetch me the telephone."

 

I brought the telephone to Sarah.

 

She set it down next to her and looked at me. "Louise, get on your knees and massage my feet."

 

This was a command that I was more than happy to obey and Sarah knew it. Sarah discovered my little foot fetish shortly after we started dating. Since then she has spent many happy hours relaxing in a chair while I kissed and licked her toes.

 

My wife sighed with contentment as I started massaging her feet. "Louise, that feels so good. You really are wonderful, you cook, you clean, you massage my feet and you're delightfully obedient. You make an outstanding slave."

 

Sarah smiled at me as she finished the last of her cognac and handed me her glass. "Take this to the kitchen and bring me a glass of the chardonnay that I had with dinner."

 

I quickly went to the kitchen, poured a glass of wine, put it on a tray and returned to the living room.

 

As I set the glass on the end table next to Sarah she said, "Louise fetch me my purse."

 

I quickly retrieved Sarah's purse. She opened it, took out her address book and looked up a telephone number.

 

Sarah picked up the telephone. She was about to dial the number when she suddenly stopped and looked at me, "Get back on your knees and kiss and lick my feet."

 

I obediently got down on my knees and carefully picked up Sarah's right foot. I gently kissed my wife's big toe while she dialed the telephone and waited for an answer.

 

After a moment she said, "Hi baby it's me."

 

"Oh that's sweet. I really enjoyed last night to."

 

I suddenly realized that Sarah was talking to Dave. I kept kissing her feet. I didn't want her to think I was listening.

 

"I agree, MacGuires was wonderful. My filet was excellent."

 

"Yes, I would love to go there again next Thursday."

 

Sarah smiled. "The DJ at the 520 Club was excellent. I had fun, we should definitely go back."

 

She nodded, "Yes, we both had a little too much to drink."

 

Sarah started giggling, "You found my panties on the floor of the back seat? I wondered what happened to them."

 

She listened for a minute then she giggled, "You are so bad. You can?t talk like that on the telephone."

 

"Okay, I'll admit it, I really did enjoy giving it to you. It's been a long time since I sucked one that big."

 

I stopped and looked up at Sarah. She was brazenly talking to Dave about sucking his cock while I was kneeling at her feet.

 

Sarah looked down at me and smirked. It was obvious that she knew exactly what she was doing.

 

She went back to her telephone conversation.

 

"Stop that, you're being naughty!" She giggled, "I'm a married woman."

 

Sarah was quiet, after a moment she said; "I can't wait for next Thursday either. Hey, I have an idea; do you like basketball?"

 

"I thought so. Would you like to take me to the University game tomorrow night?"

 

"Yes, I know what game that is. I'm very aware that it's been sold out for months."

 

"My husband is a professor at the University; he has season tickets. The seats are at center court in the eighth row."

 

"Yes, those are wonderful seats, would you like to go?"

 

I looked up at Sarah. I was desperately shaking my head no. I'd been looking foreword to this game for weeks."

 

Sarah put a finger to her lips to silence me.

 

"No, he can't use them. Let's just say that he's obligations tomorrow night."

 

My heart sank.

 

"Great, the game starts at 8:00. Why don't you come by here at 7:00. We can have a drink before we go."

 

"Yes, of course I want you to come inside."

 

"Oh who cares about him. He won't give us any trouble."

 

"Dave honey, he's kneeling in front of me kissing my feet while I'm talking to you."

 

"No shit."

 

"I'll tell you all about it tomorrow night."

 

"I would love to see your place. Yes, lets go over there after the game."

 

"Second base? Honey I think you got to third base in my driveway last night." Sarah giggled, "If you play your cards right, you just might hit a home run tomorrow night."

 

"Baby, I can't wait either. I'll see you tomorrow night. Goodbye."

 

Sarah turned the telephone off and handed it to me. "Put this away slaveboy."

 

I put the telephone back on its base.

 

When I got back to Sarah I stood in front of her with my hands on my hips. I was livid.

 

Sarah looked at me and said in her most mocking tone of voice, "Oh dear, it looks like I'm about to witness another tantrum."

 

She smiled at me, "Be careful slaveboy, outrage can often be very costly."

 

I took a deep breath. Sarah was already cowing me into submission. I needed to muster all of my strength."

 

"You gave away my basketball tickets."

 

"Is that what has you so upset? Sarah laughed, "I would have thought you'd be angry because I just promised another man that he could fuck me tomorrow night."

 

Sarah shrugged, "Louise, you're doing a weeks penance. There was never any chance that I was going to let you attend that basketball game tomorrow night."

 

"But..."

 

"But nothing! You are being punished. For the next week your life is going to be full of disappointments. Get used to it."

 

Sarah smiled at me, "Up until now, you've been very well behaved this evening. If you can get your anger under control, I am willing to forget this little episode and I'll allow you to watch the basketball game on television tomorrow night."

 

I wilted. Sarah had that effect on me. I couldn't argue with her.

 

Still, there was one more issue.

 

"You're not really going to let Dave fuck you tomorrow night are you?"

 

At this moment it was more like I was pleading with Sarah than arguing with her.

 

Sarah smiled, "So you finally decided to get mad about that."

 

She stared at me. "Louise, for the next week you are not my husband, you are my slave. As my slave you have surrendered any marital rights that you might normally have as my husband. This week I am free to party with any man I might choose."

 

Sarah paused for a moment to let those words sink in, then she continued. "Frankly, Louise I intend to take full advantage of this situation. Last night I sucked Dave's cock. It was the first real cock I've touched in over two years. All it did was whet my appetite. I plan to let Dave fuck me tomorrow night and I can't wait to feel him push that big cock of his into my cunt."

 

"You sucked Dave's cock last night."

 

"yes, and we also discussed that last night."

 

"But..."

 

Sarah held her hand up. "Louise, I am in no mood to be challenged right now. You are coming dangerously close to having your punishment extended for another week. Do you really want to risk that?"

 

I bowed my head, "No Ms. Raymond, I don't."

 

Sarah smiled, "Good."

 

She paused, after a moment she said, "Louise, you've been much too aggressive with me this evening. You need to do something to make amends for that."

 

Sarah thought for a moment. Suddenly she smiled and stood up. "Bring my book slaveboy."

 

Sarah walked into her bedroom. I picked up her book and followed. When I got to her bedroom door I stopped and knocked.

 

Sarah looked at me and nodded with approval. "Very good slaveboy. You're learning proper etiquette. You may come in."

 

When I was in her bedroom Sarah laid down on her bed and rolled over onto her stomach.

 

"Take your panties off and give me my book."

 

I did as I was told.

 

As soon as I handed Sarah her book she said, "Pull my pajama bottoms down and start licking my ass. I'll let you know when your penance is complete."

 

For the next hour, my wife read her book while I licked her asshole. I wasn't surprised by the amount of time Sarah made me spend doing my penance. She's always enjoyed this particular delight.

 

 

 

Sarah finally said, "Enough."

 

She put her book aside, rolled over onto her back and sat up.

 

Sarah looked at me. There was an evil grin on her face. "You've been a very good little boy Louise. You deserve a reward. I think I'll give you a nice blow job."

 

Sarah pulled me down on the bed and rolled me onto my back.

 

My wife leaned over and looked at my plastic covered penis. She started laughing. "Oh my, Isn't this unfortunate. Your little pee pee is encased in plastic."

 

Sarah started licking the plastic case that held my cock. Of course, I really couldn't feel anything, but having her lips and tongue in that close a proximity to my penis without having any sensation was absolutely maddening.

 

Sarah was giggling the whole time she licked my chastity cage. She continued this mental torture for several minutes.

 

When she finally tired of her little game Sarah sat up. "Well if your not going to respond to my sexual advances I guess I'll just have to find someone who does."

 

My wife started laughing. "I'll bet Dave will go wild when I do that to him tomorrow night."

 

I didn't say a word. There really wasn't anything that I could say. I just stared at floor.

 

When I didn't take her bait, Sarah shook her head and laid back on her pillow. "Fetch my purse."

 

I went into the living room, got Sarah's purse, brought it into the bedroom and handed it to her.

 

She opened it, took out the key to my chastity cage and unlocked it. "Go into your bathroom and shave. I am going to inspect you when you're done. I don't want to find a single strand of hair anywhere on your body except on the top of your head."

 

I spent the next hour shaving. When I was done I showered and returned to Sarah's bedroom. She was reading.

 

I knocked on the door frame. She looked up from her book, "You may enter."

 

I walked in.

 

"Stand still."

 

Sarah got out of bed. She walked around me. It was a very thorough inspection. She lifted my cock and checked my testicles. She smiled when she saw that I'd shaved them.

 

Sarah looked at me. "Louise, you did an excellent job." She patted my pubic area. "Your little cock looks so much better without all that unsightly hair."

 

I bowed my head. "Thank you Ms. Raymond"

 

"Fetch your cage Louise. It's time to lock you up again."

 

I brought Sarah the chastity cage.

 

As she fitted it over my cock and balls she said; "Louise, this really is much better. I don't want to have to worry about you doing nasty things in your bedroom tonight."

 

 

 

 

As I laid in bed that I night I asked myself the obvious question. "Why was I putting up with this?" Why didn't I just leave. I had a good job. I could easily support myself."

 

Our state had no fault divorce. The settlement would most likely be a fifty fifty split. Sarah and I had a lot of money. I'd end up as a wealthy man.

 

It didn't take long for me to figure out the answer. Part of me was enjoying the treatment I was getting.

 

I've had submissive masochistic fantasies for most of my adult life. I've carefully repressed them, but they've always been there.

 

I'm sure that Sarah sensed these feelings. I suspect that I unconsciously perceived her sadistic desires when we first met. This was most likely part of the reason we were originally attracted to each other.

 

I laid in the dark and contemplated all of this. Sarah was turning out to be much more sadistic than I would have liked, but it was only for one week. I could survive.

 

Dave was a bit of a complication. I knew about cuckolding, it was actually part of my secret submissive fantasy. Knowing that he was going to fuck my wife tomorrow night was really quite exciting to me.

 

The problem with Dave was that Sarah seemed to be quite taken with him. I feared that she might decide to divorce me in favor of him.

 

I knew that I loved Sarah. I wanted to stay with her. This week was very intense. I settled on the hope that after this week was over we might find a more reasonable way to live out our fantasies. I smiled to myself. I wanted to be able to sit at the dining room table and have dinner with my wife.

 

As I fell asleep I had one nagging fear. What would I do if Sarah found an excuse to extend the period of my punishment.

 

 

 

I got up early on Saturday morning. I made some coffee and went into the den. I was doing some research on the internet when I heard Sarah call.

 

I went to her bedroom door and knocked.

 

"You may enter."

 

I opened the door. Sarah was lying on her bed. The covers were around her ankles. She was naked.

 

For a moment I just stood in the doorway and stared. Sarah had a gorgeous body.

 

She looked at me with a lascivious smile. "I hope Dave has that same reaction tonight."

 

I sighed and looked at the floor. I really didn't know how to respond to that remark.

 

Sarah laughed, "That got you a little flustered didn't it pussyboy."

 

I continued staring at the floor.

 

"Pull yourself together and bring me my purse. I want to play a little game with you. I think you might enjoy it."

 

I retrieved Sarah's purse from the top of her dresser and brought it to her.

 

She opened it. I felt small glimmer of excitement when she took out the key to my chastity cage. My wife is one of those women who often wake up in the morning with an itch for sex.

 

"Take off your apron and panties and sit down on the bed next to me."

 

I complied without any hesitation.

 

Sarah unlocked my chastity cage and took it off. My tiny penis immediately sprang to attention.

 

Sarah laughed, "it looks like someone is certainly ready to play." She reached down and gently grasped my little cock in her finger tips. "Louise, would you like to cum? You were very obedient last night. I think you deserve the opportunity."

 

I looked at Sarah. "I would life that very much Ms. Raymond."

 

Sarah nodded, "Very well, let's play a game. You lie down on your back."

 

I laid down on Sarah's bed. I was about to put my head on one of her pillows when she pulled it away.

 

"No, no, a slave never uses his Mistress's pillow."

 

I laid my head down on the bed. Sarah mounted my face and sat down so that her cunt was pressed against my lips.

 

I closed my eyes. It had been at least a week since I last tasted her sex.

 

I started licking her.

 

Sarah cooed with delight. "That's very nice, but this is a game. Here are the rules. If you want to cum, you have to do it before I have my orgasm. If I cum first you lose and I lock your little dick back in your cage without giving you any satisfaction at all."

 

She paused, "Do you understand?"

 

I nodded. As I nodded I thought to myself that this was going to be a piece of cake. I could cum in seconds."

 

Sarah took a deep breath; "Okay, ready set go."

 

I grabbed my penis and started to stroke it.

 

Sarah immediately slapped my hand away. "No fair pussyboy. I'm not using my hands so you don't get to use yours."

 

"But your getting stimulation from me." The words were muffled by Sarah's pussy, but she understood what I said."

 

She stopped. After a moment she said, "you're right, It's only fair that I give you a little stimulation to."

 

She reached down, grabbed each of my nipples and began to gently roll them between her fingertips.

 

"Will this do?"

 

It felt really good, I nodded. With Sarah's cunt on my face; her gentle stimulation of my nipples was more than enough to make me cum.

 

"Good, let the race continue."

 

I started licking Sarah's pussy again.

 

Our excitement started to grow.

 

Sarah pulled on my nipples, "How do you like this pussyboy."

 

I buried my tongue in her cunt.

 

She gave my nipples a vicious twist. I cried out from the sudden pain.

 

Sarah laughed and mashed her cunt into my face. She dug her fingernails into my nipples and twisted even harder.

 

The pain was excruciating, "How's this for stimulation sissyboy."

 

I started crying.

 

Sarah giggled, "I'll stop as soon as you make me cum sissyboy."

 

I found Sarah's clit and started sucking it. I forgot about my own pleasure. At this moment I was under Sarah's total control.

 

Sarah tightened her iron grip on my nipples. She was laughing out loud as she rocked back and forth on my face.

 

Tears were running down my cheeks. I'm not sure if they were caused by the pain I was enduring or the intense excitement I was feeling.

 

Suddenly Sarah screamed as an orgasm erupted inside her. She locked her thighs around my head and bucked wildly as the waves of pleasure rolled through her body.

 

I suddenly realized that I couldn't breathe. I tried to push Sarah off of my face, but her hold was too tight.

 

I was just starting to panic when I felt Sarah start to relax.

 

She rolled off of my face and collapsed onto the bed next to me. I took several deep breaths, and slowly regained my composure.

 

After a moment Sarah sat up and looked at my crotch.

 

Her lips formed a menacing smile. "I don't see any semen pussyboy. I guess that means you lose.

 

My heart sank as Sarah picked up my cock cage.

 

"Stand up!" It was a command. I responded instantly.

 

Sarah flicked the underside of the head of my penis with her index finger. I immediately lost my erection. She quickly slipped the chastity cage into place and locked it.

 

As Sarah was putting the key in her purse she started laughing, "Louise, you really should try to take better advantage of my generosity."

 

 

 

Sarah had me give her a bath.

 

While she was getting dressed I went into the kitchen. I sliced some strawberries and mixed them with a dish of yogurt. I poured a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee and set everything on the dining room table.

 

I went out the front steps, retrieved the morning paper and set it next to Sarah's breakfast.

 

Sarah came out of her bedroom and smiled when she saw her breakfast sitting on the dining room table.

 

She walked over to me and patted my cheek. "Very nice Louise. You really do make an excellent slave."

 

Sarah sat down. She took a sip of coffee and looked at me, "I hope there aren't any hard feelings about losing the game. "She started to giggle, "I really enjoyed it. I hope we can play again in the very near future."

 

I didn't say anything. I just stared at the floor. My nipples still throbbed from the pain Sarah had inflicted on me.

 

Sarah picked up the newspaper and started reading.

 

I obediently stood by the kitchen door in case she wanted something.

 

When she finished her last bite of yogurt she set the newspaper down and looked at me.

 

"Dave is coming in for a cocktail before we go to the game tonight. He drinks Chivas Regal scotch whiskey and Budweiser beer. Go to the liquor store and get both of them. Buy a good supply, I am quite certain that Dave is about to become a frequent visitor in this house."

 

After breakfast I cleared the table and washed the dishes. I was just starting to vacuum the dining room when Sarah walked out of her bedroom. She was carrying her purse.

 

"I'm going out to buy a new outfit to wear tonight. I'll be back in the early afternoon. Dave and I will be snacking at the basketball game, so we won't require dinner." Sarah's voice took on a commanding tone, "I will be expecting you to serve a nice assortment of appetizers with our cocktails."

 

Sarah walked out the door.

 

After she was gone I smiled. The lawyer had done it again. The big issue of whether or not I was willing to wait on her lover was resolved by directing me to serve appetizers to them.

 

 

 

I finished tidying up the house and went out to run my errands. In addition to stopping at the liquor store and the grocery store I also went over to the University and took care of a few details in my office.

 

It was just after 3:00 when I pulled up in front of our house. There was a van parked in our driveway. The sign on the side of the van said, Ed Ryan Locksmith.

 

I carried the groceries and liquor into the house, set everything on the kitchen counter and went into the living room to see what was going on.

 

I looked down the hall leading to our bedrooms. There was a man on his knees drilling a hole in the den door.

 

"Hi I live here, what's going on?"

 

The man looked at me. "Talk to your wife. She's having me install deadbolt locks on this door and the two bedroom doors. She's in the master bedroom."

 

I went to Sarah's room. She was trying on a pair of jeans. They were skin tight."

 

"Louise, do you think these jeans make me look sexy?"

 

I wanted to say, Sarah, they make you look like a slut; but I didn't.

 

Instead I said, "Ms. Raymond you look fabulous in those jeans."

 

"Do you think Dave will like them?"

 

I stared at my wife. I was amazed at her nerve. I really didn't know what to say.

 

Sarah noted my discomfort and patted my cheek. "Louise, it's time that you start to accept the fact that I have a boyfriend."

 

I decided to change the subject. "Sarah why is the locksmith here?"

 

She looked at me, " I'm just making sure that you're properly motivated to behave yourself this evening."

 

"What do you mean?'

 

"I expect you to show Dave the respect that he deserves."

 

"I still don't understand."

 

Sarah smiled, "Let's just say that your behavior this evening is going to determine how you spend the rest of the night."

 

I looked at Sarah in horror, "You mean..."

 

She nodded, "That's correct. If you misbehave while my boyfriend is here, I guarantee that you will find the den door locked we when leave for the basketball game. That means no television or computer for you until I get home."

 

She paused so that could take effect." If you really displease me, I'll lock the door to your bedroom and you can sleep on the couch while I'm gone."

 

I stared at the floor. "What do I have to do to make you happy."

 

Sarah grinned. "It's very simple, just obey me without question."

 

 

It was after 4:00 by the time the locksmith finished his work. When he was done the doors to Sarah's room, the den and my bedroom all had dead bolt locks on them.

 

All three locks could be opened by the same key. He gave Sarah four copies.

 

After he left I went around and examined his work. Sarah's room and the den had locks that opened with a key from the outside and a latch from the inside.

 

I noticed that the lock on my bedroom door required a key to open it from both sides. I immediately grasped the ramifications of this. Sarah was now able to lock me in my bedroom.

 

I shook my head, life with Sarah was becoming increasingly difficult.

 

I walked into the den. I was just about to sit down and watch some basketball on television when I heard Sarah call.

 

"Louise its time for me to start getting ready for my date. Draw me a bath."

 

I sighed and went into Sarah's room.

 

She was already naked. I stared at her for a moment. Sarah's gorgeous nude body always has a mesmerizing effect on me.

 

Sarah noticed my expression and smiled. "I hope Dave has that same reaction when he sees me naked at his apartment tonight. This will be the first time he actually gets to see me completely naked."

 

I shook my head, "Sarah was becoming increasingly bold about her infidelity.

 

I was about to go into her bathroom and start her bath when I noticed a long slender box on her bed. The label said, William's Saddle Shop, equestrian supplies.

 

"What's in the box?"

 

Sarah laughed, "I'm so glad you asked. Its another little item to help insure your total devotion as a slave."

 

She opened the box. It was a horsewhip.

 

I stared at Sarah. I didn't know what to see.

 

She smiled at me. "I am actually looking forward to using it. This mornings little romp in my bed awakened a real sadistic streak in me."

 

Her voice became very stern. "For your own good, I strongly suggest that you work very hard to avoid giving me any excuse to use it while Dave is here tonight. I warn you that I find the idea of whipping you in front of my lover to be quite exciting."

 

I spent the next hour attending to Sarah as she prepared for her date with Dave.

 

When we were done she checked herself in the mirror and smiled, "I think Dave will be very pleased when he sees me tonight."

 

She turned to me. "Louise, it's time for you to change clothes."

 

I looked at Sarah, I was puzzled.

 

I expect you to be dressed appropriately tonight.

 

A feeling of absolute horror suddenly rolled through me when I realized what she was talking about.

 

"Sarah, you can't do this to me."

 

Sarah picked up her whip. There was a menacing smile on her face. "Of course I can." She paused, "Not only that, I want to."

 

She stared at me for a moment, then she sighed. "Louise, Dave is going to become a regular visitor in this house. You're going to have to get used to the idea that you're going to be spending a lot of time around him wearing your panties, your lace tee shirts and your apron." She winked at me, "and of course your cock cage."

 

Crack! Sarah smacked her whip against the front of her dresser. "Now go to your room, change your clothes and come right back so I can put your chastity cage on you."

 

I scurried off to my room. Part of me was horrified by what was happening and part of me was incredibly excited.

 

 

 

I had very mixed feelings about what was happening to me, but I decided to continue to obey Sarah. I wanted to see how all of this was going to play out. I also realized that I didn't know Dave. He was only part of my life because of his relationship with Sarah. Being humiliated in front of a stranger seemed much easier to bear than being humiliated in front of a friend or someone I work with.

 

I also had to admit that I've had secret submissive fantasies for years. This was actually a good opportunity to find out if I really wanted them to be realities

 

I took a quick shower and changed into a pair of pale yellow panties.

 

I went through the stack of new lace trimmed tee shirts that Sarah had recently purchased for me.

They all had cute little sayings or pictures across the front. They were obviously designed for adolescent girls. I picked out a yellow one that said, baby doll across the front and put it on.

 

When I was done I returned to Sarah's bedroom. She was talking on the telephone.

 

I knocked politely stood in the doorway and waited.

 

Sarah looked up, saw me in the doorway and kept talking.

 

"Dave's coming over tonight, he's taking me to the University basketball game. We're using Louis's tickets."

 

"Yes, Dave's coming into the house for a drink before the game."

 

"Of course Louis is going to be home."

 

"Oh yes, he knows exactly who Dave is."

 

"Monica I intend to remove all doubt about that before we leave for the game."

 

"Yes, Dave is taking me to his place after the game."

 

"I certainly am."

 

"Honey I can't wait, I haven't been properly fucked in over two years."

 

"Monica, I have to go. The wimp is standing in my bedroom doorway. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know what happened."

 

Sarah put the telephone down and looked at me. "You may enter."

 

I walked into The bedroom.

 

"Stand over here."

 

I stood next to Sarah. My cock cage was on the table next to her.

 

"Pull your panties down."

 

I did as I was told."

 

Sarah slipped my cock cage into place, snapped the lock closed and put the key into her purse.

 

When she was done she looked at me. "Turn around."

 

I did a quick turn for Sarah. "she giggled, "Oh yes, this will do very nicely."

 

I looked down, the chastity cage made a large bulge in the front of my panties. It was obvious that I was wearing something hard on my cock and balls. Dave was certain to notice it.

 

This was going to be a very humiliating evening.

 

"Go start preparing the appetizers for Dave and me. I assume there is plenty of scotch and beer in the house."

 

"I nodded, yes maam.

 

"We will need your parking card from your car. When we get to the game we'll be using your faculty parking spot."

 

I knew that she planned to spend the night with Dave. I liked to go into my office early on Sunday mornings. It was a nice quiet time to get work done.

 

I looked at Sarah, "I was planning to go into my office for a little while in the morning.

 

She thought for a moment and smiled. "Well I guess you'll just have to park in the student lot won't you."

 

"But that will give me a nine block walk."

 

She picked up her whip. "Exercise is good for you. Now go attend to your errands. I want to call Cassie before Dave gets here."

 

 

 

I went into the kitchen and began preparing the appetizers. I made a mushrooms stuffed with crab, minicrab and shrimp burritos and ham and cheese rolls.

 

I'm really not sure why I went to all the trouble of preparing three very fancy hors d'oeuvres. In part, I guess I was trying to impress Sarah with my skill as a chef.

 

I was terrified that Dave was stealing her from me and I was desperately trying to find ways to win her back.

 

But there was more to it than just that.

 

Part of me found the idea of serving Sarah and her lover to be incredibly erotic.

 

There was no question that my current life as a slave was painful, humiliating and very difficult. The nagging problem for me was that I was also enjoying it.

 

I was both afraid and curious to find out just how far Sarah was willing to take this little game that she was playing.

 

While I thought about all of this I became certain of one thing, I wanted to know.

 

As I finished cooking, I made a decision. Tonight I was going to be a very compliant slave.

 

I was just putting the appetizers into the oven to keep them warm when Sarah walked into the kitchen.

 

I stopped and stared at her. My wife was astonishingly beautiful. She was wearing a thin white blouse that just barely concealed her ample breasts. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a brassiere. Her skin tight jeans and spike heeled pump showcased her gorgeous ass. Her long hair and makeup were perfect. Sarah was a breathtaking sight.

 

As I looked at my wife I was overwhelmed with envy. I would have given anything to be in Dave's place this evening.

 

Sarah looked at me. It almost seemed as if she could read my mind. She laughed and said, "Suffer pussyboy, this wasn't done for you."

 

I obediently bowed my head, "Yes Ms. Raymond, I understand."

 

Sarah looked at me, "Really?"

 

I slowly nodded, "I will obey."

 

Sarah stared at me for a long time. Finally she smiled, "Louise, I think this maybe a very exciting evening. I am very..."

 

The doorbell rang. Sarah stopped in midsentence.

 

 

 

"Well pussyboy, don't just stand there; answer the door!"

 

I ran to the front door. When I got there I stood for a moment and took a deep breath. I was absolutely certain that this was about to be the single most humiliating evening of my entire life.

 

I opened the front door. For the very first time Dave and I stood face to face with each other.

 

I studied him for a moment. Dave was the classic macho male. He was about 6'3" and a little over two hundred pounds. His muscular frame was accentuated by the tight fitting knit golf shirt he was wearing.

 

Dave was a little older than I expected. He must have been in his early to mid forties. Nevertheless he was in remarkably good physical condition. His rock hard stomach showed no signs of turning into a middle aged paunch.

 

The light streaks of gray that ran through his long black hair, gave Dave a very distinguished appearance. He was an extraordinarily handsome man. It was easy to understand why Sarah fell for him.

 

It was cold outside, but Dave hadn't bothered with a jacket. He was obviously a very tough man.

 

While I was examining him, Dave was doing the same thing to me.

 

After a brief moment he shook his head, "Hell and damn, I do not believe this."

 

Behind me Sarah started laughing. "Oh it is true." She paused, "Lorraine aren't you going to invite our guest to come in?"

 

"Yes Ms. Raymond, Dave won't you please come in and sit down."

 

"Excuse me, but I don't remember anyone giving you permission to call our guest by his first name. I think for someone of your status, Sir would be a much more appropriate way to address him."

 

"Yes Ms. Raymond. I apologize Ms. Raymond."

 

"I forgive you pussyboy, just don't let it happen again."

 

Dave walked by me shaking his head. "This is fucking unbelievable."

 

Sarah walked up to him, threw her arms around his neck and gave him a long passionate kiss.

 

When they were done she smiled at Dave, "Hi sweetheart I missed you."

 

Dave smiled back at her. "I missed you to baby."

 

My stomach turned over when I heard that. They were talking like old lovers. Hearing your wife call another man sweetheart is very difficult.

 

Sarah took Dave's hand and led him to the couch. "Sit down baby, make yourself comfortable."

 

When Dave was seated, Sarah sat down next to him. "Dave honey, what can Lorraine get you to drink. We have both beer and scotch."

 

Dave looked at me. "Bring me a bottle of beer." He paused, "Pussyboy."

 

Sarah smiled, "You heard the man Lorraine. Get him beer and you can bring me a glass of pinot grigio."

 

She turned to Dave, "Baby. are you hungry. Slaveboy made up a very nice selection of appetizers for you."

 

Dave nodded, "Thanks, I could use a bite to eat."

 

Sarah looked at me. "Bring the appetizers as well."

 

I went into the kitchen, set up the beverages on a tray and carried it back into the living room. As soon as walked through the kitchen door I stopped dead in my tracks. Dave and Sarah were making out on the couch.

 

I suspected this was coming. I'd been bracing myself for it all afternoon. Nevertheless, imagining it and seeing it close up are two completely different situations.

 

I took a deep breath and walked into the living room. I set the tray of drinks on the coffee table and waited.

 

Dave and Sarah ignored my presence and kept right on kissing. I wasn't exactly sure how I was supposed to act.

 

After a moment I said, "Excuse me Ms. Raymond, would Sir like me to pour his beer into a glass?"

 

Sarah broke off their kiss and glared at me. "Did anyone address you slaveboy?"

 

"No maam."

 

"Then I don't understand why we were so rudely interrupted."

 

"I'm sorry Ms. Raymond. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do."

 

"Well now that we've already been disturbed, you may ask him."

 

"Sir, would you like me to pour your beer into a glass?"

 

Dave laughed. "No thanks Pussyboy, the bottle will be just fine."

 

I set their beverages on the table in front of them and went back to the kitchen.

 

I prepared the tray of appetizers. It took me a few minutes to arrange them as a decorative platter. When I was done I picked up the tray and carried it into the living room.

 

I know that I shouldn't have been shocked by what I saw, but I was.

 

Sarah's blouse was unbuttoned. Her large breasts were hanging free and fully exposed. Dave was fondling her nipples.

 

It took every bit of control that I could muster to continue into the room and set the tray of appetizers on the coffee table.

 

As soon as I set the tray down, Dave grinned at me.

 

"Hey pussyboy, you're a real standup guy."

 

I looked at Dave with a puzzled expression.

 

He laughed. "I'm a tittie man and your wife has great titties. I want to thank you for your generosity." He cupped both of Sarah's naked breasts. "It's really nice of you to let me play with these gorgeous titties."

 

Sarah shook her head. "Dave you don't have to be quite so crude."

 

He smirked, "Sorry babe, I guess I just got carried away."

 

He looked at me. "Lorraine, Your wife has beautiful breasts. I want to thank you for allowing me to enjoy them."

 

Sarah was doing everything she could to keep from bursting out in laughter.

 

Dave held up Sarah's right breast. "Look at this pussyboy. This breast is magnificent."

 

He started to play with Sarah's nipple. "Look at this nipple. It's almost perfect." he pulled on it. "Look how long it is. it gets me hard just looking at it."

 

Sarah was laughing out loud and rolling her eyes.

 

"Hey pussyboy, wanna know what I'm going to do to your wife when we go to my apartment after the game tonight?"

 

He smiled at me. "I'm going to tittie fuck her."

 

He looked at my wife. "Is that too crude babe?"

 

Sarah was laughing so hard that all she could do was shake her head.

 

"Do you know what a tittie fuck is pussyboy?'

 

I shook my head no. I was being honest. I really didn't know."

 

"Well this must be sex education night, so I'll tell you."

 

He grinned at me. "I'm going to straddle your wife's waist, stick my big dick between those gorgeous titties, press 'em together and fuck 'em like crazy."

 

Sarah was laughing so hard that she had her face buried in her hands.

 

"Dave winked at me. "You ever do that to her pussyboy?"

 

He shook his head, "I guess not, you need a dick to do it."

 

Both Dave and Sarah burst into hysterical laughter.

 

I was totally humiliated.

 

 

 

 

Sarah stared at me. "Pussyboy get down on your knees."

 

As I got on my knees Sarah said, "Lorraine I want you to watch this so that you understand exactly how things are going to be around here from now on."

 

She leaned over, unzipped Dave's jeans and took his cock out. He was erect.

 

Dave's cock wasn't particularly long by pornography standards. It was maybe seven inches, but it was thick. It was the size of a flashlight. It was easy to understand why Sarah was excited about fucking him.

 

Sarah looked at me, "Pussyboy pay careful attention. After tonight, I don't want any confusion about how things stand between the three of us."

 

My stomach did a complete flip as Sarah leaned over and kissed the head of Dave's cock.

 

Sarah was just about to put Dave's cock into her mouth when he stopped her.

 

He picked up his bottle of beer. It was over half full. Dave drained it in two swallows and set it down.

 

He looked at me with a huge grin in his face. "Pussyboy, why don't you fetch me another beer before your wife starts sucking my dick."

 

Sarah turned to me. "You heard the man slave boy, Get him a beer."

 

I stood up, scurried into the kitchen. got another bottle of beer and brought it to the living room.

 

When I handed it to Dave he winked at me and said, "Thanks pussyboy, that was real nice of you to do that for me."

 

Dave took a big swallow of beer. When he set the bottle down on the table Sarah asked, "Are you ready now?"

 

Dave smiled, "I sure am baby."

 

Sarah looked at me. "Lorraine, I know this might be hard for you to understand, but this is what a woman does for a man when she's attracted to him."

 

Sarah leaned forward and started giving Dave a blowjob.

 

It took every bit of self control that I could muster to obediently kneel in front of my wife while she brazenly sucked another man's cock right in front of me.

 

Sarah closed her eyes. She was obviously enjoying this.

 

Dave closed his eyes to. He was enjoying this every bit as much as Sarah.

 

For the next several minutes it was apparent that they both completely forgot about me.

 

Suddenly Dave gasped and his body jerked. Sarah started stroking his cock even more vigorously than before. It was clear that Dave was ejaculating into my wife's mouth.

 

Sarah kept sucking Dave's cock. Gradually he started to lose his erection.

 

Sarah let Dave's cock slip out of her mouth. She stood up, walked over to me, grabbed my hair and pulled me up.

 

Sarah held my head between both of her hands and pulled my face to hers. A small dribble of Dave's semen dripped from the corner of her mouth as she moved her lips closer to mine.

 

I knew what was coming. I'd already decided to accept it with grace.

 

Just as Sarah's lips were about to touch mine she said, "I have a present for you pussyboy. Open your mouth and let me give it to you."

 

I obediently parted my lips.

 

Sarah kissed me and passed all of Dave's semen from her mouth to mine.

 

As she did this I heard Dave say, "Fucking amazing! I never would have believed that if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes."

 

Sarah broke off her kiss and turned to her boyfriend. "You owe me a steak dinner at Macguires buddy boy."

 

Dave shook his head, "Yeah, yeah you win."

 

Sarah grinned at him, "I knew I could make him do it."

 

I fell to my knees. I was totally humiliated. I was the butt of an obscene bet."

 

Sarah quickly buttoned her blouse while Dave zipped up his jeans.

 

"Baby it's 7:45. We have to hurry or were going to miss the tip off."

 

Dave looked at me. I was still on my knees. "Hey pussyboy, thanks for your basketball tickets. They look like great seats."

 

Dave and Sarah hurried out the door. Just before she left my wife looked at me, "I'm going to spend the night at Dave's. I should be home some time tomorrow afternoon. She paused, By the way, you were very well behaved tonight. As your reward, I left both the den door and your bedroom door unlocked."

 

 

 

 

  
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