Chapter 2.
I am writing this about four months after the first chapter of My Story. If I
thought that the changes and humiliations I was put through by my wife and her
new lover/Master weren't enough, I learned that I had only just started a
journey.
In the time since Karen and Ron formed their Master/slave relationship, I have
been permanently relegated to being a watcher, money earner, and servant, even
though Karen is still my wife.
Both Karen's "Slut" tattoo and my "Cocksucker" tattoo have healed as well as her
nipple and clitoral piercings and the piercing on the head of my penis that
further secures me into my chastity device. I have worn that hated device 24
hours a day, 7 days a week, for the past four months. It was only removed three
times so that I could make love to my wife. And then I was only allowed to
enter her after she had been plowed by Ron's much larger cock. And, as was
stipulated by Ron before, I also had to secure his permission beforehand by
sucking him off to completion. Though unwilling, he says that I have gained a
talent for sucking him off and that he enjoys it and hopes that I want to make
love to Karen more often.
Both Ron and Karen sleep together in the Master Bedroom. When I am allowed to
be in there with them, I sleep on a pallet at the foot of their bed. They are
always making love and they want to keep me readily available to clean out
whatever orifice of Karen's that Ron chooses to spill his seed into. They
require me to keep my body shaved from my neck down and I am only allowed to
wear Karen's panties and then only soiled ones. At work, they must always be
under my suit.
Though privately, Karen has told me she still loves me dearly, she has admitted
more than once that she has also fallen in love with Ron, though mostly because
of the things he does to her, and the way he makes her feel. She has come to
love the way he can fully bring out the slut in her and get her to act like a
depraved whore at a moments notice. The three times we did make love, she was
very passionate, maybe she feels guilty in the way I have been treated, but she
also admitted that she could barely feel me inside her after what she has been
used to.
Recently Ron made the suggestion that he would like to take Karen on a cruise.
The issue came up about the money needed to afford a vacation like that and they
decided that they would probably leave me at home unless they could find a way
to come up with more money. Karen and I were expected to pay for the whole
vacation ourselves with my income being the lion's share of it. When we all sat
down to figure out our budget, Ron determined that, at our present rate of
savings, we wouldn't be able to take it that season unless we were able to make
an extra $2500 rather quickly.
Ron pushed his chair away from the table we were all sitting at, and reached out
for Karen. She came over to him, nude, as she always was around the house, and
Ron pulled her onto his lap and kissed her deeply.
"How can we come up with the extra money, Karen?" He asked her.
"I don't know," she said. "There's not as much overtime at either of our jobs
as there used to be."
"Sweetheart, you're my slave. You know that. Would you be willing to earn the
extra money needed?" He asked her.
"But how?"
He grasped her right breast very firmly and proceeded to insert two of his
fingers into her pussy and slide them in and out. "Well, by renting this
beautiful body of yours that I am so proud to own."
"Oh, God!" She said. "You want me to fuck other men for money?"
"Well, the thought had crossed my mind. You are mine to do with as I please."
"But, Ron, honey. I want to be only your slave. Not a prostitute!" She cried.
"Well, Karen, it isn't like you have a choice in the matter. You signed over
all rights to yourself to me four months ago. And you also knew that the
possibility existed that I would want to share your body and talents with
others."
"But I thought you were talking only about some close, chosen, friends of yours.
I never imagined that you would be wanting to sell me like a common hooker!"
Karen then started to cry. I felt badly for her but there was nothing I could
do. I couldn't even get up and intercede as I was not allowed to touch her when
she was on Ron's lap.
Well, slave. This is something I want you to do to help prove and solidify your
love and devotion to me. I will give you some time to think it over. This
weekend you WILL start earning the $2500 that we need for this trip."
She put her hands over her face and ran from the kitchen into the bedroom and
shut the door behind her.
Ron turned to me. "Well, I'll leave her alone to consider everything that has
happened tonight. I know it is a big adjustment for her but this entire
lifestyle change is something she wanted and something she agreed to and now she
must come to terms with all facets of it just as you have had to do."
I asked Ron for permission to speak. After getting his nod, he waved me over to
him and told me to get on my knees before him so he and I could speak. After
doing so I told him that we could probably figure something out to come up with
the money needed without having Karen sell herself to strangers. I told him
that I could try to get more overtime and that she was probably willing to do so
as well. Ron hemmed and hawed and said that while, yes, that could happen, he
didn't want to lose her for the extra hours per day she would be working.
I then asked Ron if I might have his permission to go be with Karen since she
was distraught. He asked me if I wished to be unlocked first so that I could
make love to her if she desired me. Numbly I nodded yes knowing what must
happen for him to unlock me.
Ron then stood up and placed his hands behind his head and told me to earn the
right. Kneeling in front of him, I reached out and unbuttoned his jeans,
unzipped them and proceeded to pull them down his thighs and down to the floor.
He stepped out of them and stood before me with his cock right at my face level.
His cock was huge as always and he was starting to get hard. Willingly I
started to lick and kiss the growing head. I wet his entire length with my
tongue until he was fully erect. He then reached down and held my head in both
his strong hands.
"Open wide." He said. I did and he proceeded to insert his entire length into
my throat until I started to gag. He held my head close to him and watched me
choke and saw my eyes start to bulge before drawing out and then start to fuck
my mouth at a fast pace.
"You know, you sissy, you are starting to get really good at this. Almost as
good as your lovely bride, my slut. You could almost go queer." With my mouth
so full of his cock, I could only moan. He pulled out completely and then
turned around facing away from me and then bent at the waist over the kitchen
table.
"It's time you started learning some new trick, sissy. Spread my cheeks and
start licking my asshole like your wife does."
I mentally gagged at the thought but did remember that he was going to unlock me
and let me be with my wife without him having fucked her beforehand so I bit my
lip, reached out and spread his muscular cheeks, and drove my tongue as deeply
as I could into his puckered rear passage. Ron moaned in pleasure and thrust
himself back onto my tongue rather hard and let me fuck his rear with my pointed
tongue. After a few minutes of this he turned back around and faced me and told
me to finish him off. His thrust his dripping cock back into my open mouth and
pistoning it in and out moaning all the while. After only a few more minutes of
this treatment he pulled back and let his cock rest on my outstretched tongue.
He moaned deeply as he shoot wad after wad onto my tongue and into my mouth.
Knowing what I must do, I swallowed every drop and sucked him dry and licked him
clean. With what must have been a flushed face, I sat back on my heels and
rested while Ron recovered and then pulled his jeans back on and up.
"You know, you really did do a good job tonight. You almost made up for your
wife running out in a fit." I smiled. I mean what else could I do? He then
reached into his pocket and pulled out the key to my locking cage. He could see
my eyes light up as he inserted the key and proceeded to unlock and remove the
cage. He then clapped me on the shoulder and smiled.
"Go run and have a good time. It would be wise for you to do your best to
convince her to go along with my suggestion. I'll leave you unlocked tonight.
We'll re-lock you at eight tomorrow morning."
I thanked him and dashed down the hall to the bedroom. I paused only remove the
panties I was forced to wear because tonight I didn't want Karen to see me in
them. I knocked quietly and heard her tell whomever was to enter. Slowly I
opened the door. She was lying there on the bed fully nude. I could see she
had been crying. She looked up and saw that it was me and that I was also nude
and unlocked for the evening. She smiled at me and looked at me with her red
rimmed eyes.
"Well, I know what you went through to be allowed to be here in front of me
unlocked. I hate for it to have been wasted, but honey, tonight I am not in the
mood for anything sexual."
Though obviously disappointed, I told her that it was o.k. and that maybe it
would be better if we just slept in each other's arms tonight for the first time
in four months. She bit her lip a little and I could see a tear start in one
eye. She nodded her head and held out her arms to me. Without another word I
went to her and we both lay down together and slept in each other's arms like we
used to before Ron ever came into our lives.
In the morning, Karen and I came down to the kitchen for breakfast. Ron was
sitting there almost like he had been waiting for us. He greeted us and then
informed me that it was time to re-secure me into my cage. He gave the plastic
cage to Karen and told her to do the honors. She nodded and bent down to lock
the device in place round my cock before it stiffened. I loved the feel of her
warm fingers on my cock and balls as she manipulated them into the cage. When
she was finished she turned back to Ron and he asked her if we had had fun last
night. She nodded her pretty head yes, but added that we hadn't made love.
"A night without sex, Karen? My, my. That has to be a first since I have moved
in with you both." He said smiling. "Don't you think it is high time we
remedied that empty feeling you must have between your legs?" Karen looked
shocked but nodded guardedly. Ron then produced a pair of his handcuffs from a
drawer and quickly clicked one of the bracelets around my right wrist. He then
pulled me along and locked the other to the main doorknob on the door to our
garage effectively keeping me out of the way.
"But first, my dear, don't we have to address your little indiscretion last
night when you talked back to me questioning my decisions before running out of
the room without my express permission?"
From where I was secured, I could see the fear in Karen's eyes as she looked
furtively from Ron to me to the door. Then quick as a flash, she darted towards
to the open door in an effort to escape. But Ron was too quick for her. He
grabbed one of her arms as she went past him and pulled her back to the table.
He roughly pulled her arms behind her back and secured them with a pair of thumb
cuffs he had in his pocket. He threw her across the table bent over at the
waist, temporarily winding her. While she struggled to breathe, her spread her
legs apart and slipped her ankles in small rope nooses he had earlier secured to
the table legs. He then slid another rope noose around her neck and tied it
across the table to the other end effectively securing her to the table with
spread legs bent over with a choker around her neck preventing any struggle. I
only wish that I could free myself. She regained her breath and starting to
moan and whimper and tried to apologize to him, offering him anything if he
would only release her. Ron then reached into another kitchen drawer and
produced two rubber ball gags. He came over and forced one into my mouth and
clamped it behind my head. He then did the same to Karen, effectively cutting
off her pleas.
Ron then stood in front of Karen's head so her frightened eyes could see
everything he did. "Sweetheart, I know you are scared," he began, "But you and
I well know that I can't let the way you acted last night go unpunished. If I
did, you would only assume in the future that such indiscretions were allowed."
Ron undid his belt from his jeans and slowly pulled it off. Karen's eyes
widened.
"I think fifteen lashes on your pretty bottom would be proper punishment, don't
you?" Karen violently shook her head no and screamed into the gag. "But I'll
tell you what. If you aren't willing to except the fifteen from me, I'll let
you pass fifty onto your loving husband instead. You can let me dish out your
punishment to him instead. Is that a deal or what?"
Now I was terrified for my own well-being. I could see Karen's tortured eyes as
she contemplated making me suffer harshly for her indiscretions. "Well, what do
you think, Karen? Who gets them? You or him?" I could see tears streaming
from her eyes. "Should he get them?" She shook her head no slowly. "So you
are willing to take the punishment yourself for running your mouth?" Tearfully
she nodded yes. "My oh my. How noble! I didn't expect that kind of devotion
from you, Karen. Well, it is your decision. So be it."
Ron then moved behind her and doubled the belt in his large hand and without
further words cracked it's length across the pure expanse of my wife's beautiful
ass. Her entire body convulsed against her bonds and her back arched tightening
the noose around her neck until her face turned beet red. From where I was
secured, I could see a large, angry welt instantly form across her rear. Lack
of air forced Karen to lower herself back down across the table. Immediately
afterwards, Ron struck her ass again, causing her to rear up again. This time
he kept striking her ass every 2 seconds not allowing her to reflexively lower
her head to catch breath. By the time he has given her the fifteenth blow, her
face had turned from red to slightly blue from lack of air. After the last
blow, her head fell back down to the table surface when she fainted. Karen's
ass was a bright red and it was bleeding a little from three places where Ron's
belt had cut the skin a little.
Ron was visibly sweating after he finished with her. He went to the fridge and
pulled out a pitcher of ice water and drank deeply from it. He then poured the
remainder over Karen's tortured bottom. The shock of the ice water on her
burning skin was enough to bring her around from her faint. She silently wept
into her ball gag as she recovered.
"Well, my dear. Did you learn a valuable lesson this morning?" She tearfully
nodded her head yes. "Will you ever question me again and react with such a
display as last night?" She quickly shook her head no. "Well, to really enforce
that thought in your mind, there is one last thing I wanted to do to you this
morning." Ron unbuttoned his pants and slipped them down and off. His cock was
already fully hard standing out it's ten inches from his hairy stomach.
Apparently whipping Karen had excited him greatly. He spit into his hand and
rubbed the spittle up and down his length as he moved behind Karen. Before she
really knew what was in store for her, he had spread her sore ass cheeks apart
and started to pushed relentlessly into her rear passage without any prep.
Karen screamed again into her ball gag and reared up again tightening the noose
around her neck. Ron grabber her long, brown hair as if it was reins and with
his other hand released the gag. Karen's screams were released as Ron let the
noose tighten. He plunged further into her ass until he was buried all the way
in till his large balls slapped up against her pussy.
Oh God, it hurts so bad!" Karen moaned.
"I know it does, slave. But this pain will remind you of what happens when you
displease or disobey me." Ron said between grunts as he thrust in and out of
her ass.
"Oh God, Ron! Please stop. I'll never question you again. I promise!" Karen
cried.
"I know you won't, Sweetheart. That's why you are going to do everything I ask
or tell you to this weekend to earn that extra money, aren't you?"
"Oh, Jesus. Yes, I'll do anything. Just please stop hurting me."
"Say it, Karen. Tell me how you'll willingly fuck other men for money."
"Oh, Ron, I'll do it. I'll be your whore. I'll beg you to pimp for me. I'll
earn that money with my pussy! I promise! I promise!"
"And whom do you love, Karen?" Ron pushed himself in the deepest he'd been in
so far.
"You, Ron, I love you!" She almost screamed.
"And what about your loving hubby? What do you think about someone who can't
protect you from what is happening and is forced to watch?"
"Oh, God, Ron, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. A real man wouldn't let this
happen to his wife!" I couldn't believe my ears. Ron never stopped his
pounding in and out of her tortured ass.
"And what do you think about him touching you again, Karen? Do you want that to
happen? Ron queried?
"Only if you order me to, Master."
"Then let him do his duties and clean out what I leave for him." With that, Ron
thrust himself very deeply into her ass and howled as he came. While cumming he
slowly drew the length of his cock out of Karen's ass and weakly shot his final
blast right in between her ass cheeks. He then came over and unlocked me from
the door where I had been locked. He dragged me by my hair over to where Karen
was still bent over the table limply. He pushed me to my knees and pushed my
head down into her ass cheeks.
"Start cleaning her out, Asshole. Suck it all out and clean her properly." He
spread her cheeks and I could see his seed flowing from her dilated anus. her
rear had stopped bleeding from the whipping her had given her but the blood was
still dried on her skin. I hated the taste but knew that I had to do it. After
about five minutes or so, Ron pulled me off and released Karen.
"Well, my sweet. I'll leave you to get cleaned up and take care of those marks
you earned on your bottom. Have your hubby help you if you wish. And think
hard about what's going to happen to you and how you are going to act for me
this weekend."
After getting dressed, he left Karen and I alone as he walked out the door.
