Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2012 11:32:56 -0500
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Cuckold Counselor

Cuckold Counselor
By
Tappy McWidestance

Author's Note: This story is a departure for me as it was written from the
perspective of a submissive male. I wrote a couple of pages in response to
a fantasy sent to me by a reader who dreamed of submitting to his wife and
another man. After he read it we discussed his more of his fantasies and I
continued writing. It became clear that he had many warped visions of what
he wanted done to him. As a result, there are subjects I have not written
about before. Some may be offensive if you are a sensitive reader. You've
been warned.



My name is Sebastian. I am in my early 40's and am a counselor at a well
known liberal arts college. I am also living proof that nice guys finish
last. Allow me to elaborate. All my life I have tried to always help
people. As a result, some people take advantage of my generosity. I also
tend not to stick up for my own needs because I would always put other
people first. Some people consider me a wimp, and perhaps I am, but I
always thought of myself as the best friend you could ever have.

I got married out of college to a woman who walked all over me, but I
didn't care. I thought she loved me but in retrospect I'm not sure what she
saw in me other than the ability to control me. We had a daughter (Anne)
who turned 18 a month ago and will graduate high school soon. Her mother
and I divorced when she was 8 and she splits her time between our two
houses. During the traumatic time my marriage was failing I reluctantly
started dating a student named Liz. I say reluctant because it was
certainly against the college rules to date a student, but Liz was
different and about to graduate.

Liz was a beautiful young girl full of life. She was everything my now
ex-wife was not. Liz was one of the students I had counseled for the past
few years and we knew each other very well. Liz had a reputation on our
small campus as being a girl with a certain zest for partying and although
she never admitted to me in our sessions, I knew she slept around. But
somehow she never lost her innocent, sweet girl next door quality. As was
my usual pattern, I befriended her, offered her a sympathetic ear to cry on
and never viewed her as a potential sexual mate. But all that changed in
April of her senior year.

I usually saw my senior students more frequently as they prepared to find
their way in the world and needed advice. Liz arrived in my office and gone
was the outgoing, effervescent girl I knew. She had been replaced with a
sullen, withdrawn shell of her former self. Something had obviously
happened, but I could not draw out of her what transpired. She had not
improved at our next meeting a week later. Our session was even less
productive than the week before. She seemed totally preoccupied with
something. At the end of our meeting she surprised me with an invitation to
go out to drinks with her. The side of my brain which always followed the
rules told me it was a bad idea, but she looked so vulnerable and in need
of a friend that I accepted.

I took her to an upscale neighborhood bar instead of one of the more
popular places where students hang out. After a few glasses of wine she let
go all the emotions she had been holding in about how unsatisfying her life
had become, how she always dated the wrong guys and how she hated
herself. Of course in addition to my empathetic ear I was also venting my
own divorce issues to her and how I always felt taken advantage of in my
relationships. We had a bonding moment. If I had been the kind of guy she
usually dated (her words) I'm sure I could have taken her home that
night. But I didn't. I did not want to take advantage of her vulnerable
state.

I wouldn't call what we did "dating" but our conversations became more
intimate and wine was usually involved with our meetings. The week before
graduation Liz invited me to her apartment and I ended up spending the
night. I should mention, I have limitations in the bedroom being that I
suffer from premature ejaculation. But I love to go down on a woman and
I've learned how to use my fingers and tongue to make up for my lack of
penis prowess. But unlike my ex, Liz didn't seem to mind my
inadequacies. She even went down on me after I had helped her cum. My ex
never did that. I was smitten.

After graduation I figured Liz would move back home and our night together
would be a one night stand. But it didn't happen. Since she wasn't a
student any more we started actually dating. As she put it I was a nice guy
unlike her usual macho assholes. I couldn't believe this beautiful creature
would give me the time of day let alone wake up in my bed, but I wasn't
complaining. I was 14 years her senior, but it didn't matter. We were happy
together and less than a year later we married.

You're probably thinking this is where she turns into a mega-bitch now that
she has me hooked, but that wasn't the case. She retained her girl next
door charm and took a job organizing meetings and trade shows. She had to
travel some, but not too much. She got along well with Anne. Things were
great for about the first six years of our marriage but then I started to
detect a switch. I started to get a sense she was getting bored with me
like I wasn't exciting enough for her. With a guy you call it the seven
year itch. She always seemed happier when she would come home from a
business trip and I started to suspect that she was cheating on me on the
road. In bed she still was happy to let me pleasure her, but she didn't
suck my cock very often any more. She'd let me get her off and then fuck
her until I came, but she didn't seem to be that into it any more. She was
becoming more distant. Our relationship was in trouble.

But of course, I let her signs slide. I just wasn't good at confrontation
and even fighting for my marriage was tough. I almost had to face up to her
change in attitude when she came home from the gym two days later. Liz was
always going to the gym to work out. Almost every day in fact. But tonight
she returned with a glazed look in her eyes and her hair out of place. If I
didn't know any better I'd swear she just had sex.

Saturday morning she said she was going to the gym which seemed very out of
place (she usually didn't go on weekends because of the "moron" factor at
the gym). She didn't return for 4 hours. This time her clothes were askew,
her hair was a mess and she was walking tenderly. I couldn't take it
anymore and asked her what was going on. She responded that she wanted a
divorce. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I suspected she had been
cheating. After all she was now 32 and in her prime. I knew I wasn't
providing for her sexually, but I didn't think she'd want totally out of
the marriage. Liz started to cry. Of course I consoled her.

Liz told me what was really going on and I was shocked. She confessed that
the day in my office when she had been so upset was the result of being
date-raped the night before. She had not been lying when she told me she
always picked the wrong guys. She always went for the muscular tough guys
who took charge in the relationship and especially in the bedroom. That
time it was the starting tailback for the football team. As she put it, he
had a strong case of the Neanderthal gene. Although she liked to pretend
she was "hard to get" that night her date just took her back to his place
and tore her clothes off. She hated herself not because of what he did, but
because of how much she loved it. She didn't tell him, but she came better
with him than with any guy before or since.

I couldn't believe what my sweet innocent wife was telling me. During our
marriage while I would eat her pussy she would be thinking about him and
that was what got her off. I asked if she was sleeping around on her
business trips and she confessed she was. This fed a fantasy I had one that
I had never confessed to her but which drove my own orgasms when I made
love to her.

Growing up I was bullied a lot in school. That shouldn't be a surprise. But
there was one bully in particular that always taunted me with the threat
"I'm going to fuck your mother" or "You're mom sucked me off last night."
While I was repulsed at the time, the thought stayed with me. I learned to
masturbate and invariably the image of this bully fucking my mom or forcing
her to suck his cock always got me off. When I got married the image of a
strong man fucking my wife began to play prominently in my fantasies. When
I was inside of Liz especially, I'd imagine myself being much better than I
was. Instead of squiring in a minute or two, I imagined her squirming under
a cocksure stud that made me watch as he fucked her brains out. It was
warped to be sure, but I always came hard.

I don't know what made me blurt it out, but I told her I didn't care if she
cheated on me. She looked shocked, but I explained that I loved her and
didn't want to lose her. I said if another man could give her the pleasure
I could not, I didn't mind if she slept around. Little did I know just how
much that confession would change my life.

Liz responded with a confession of her own. She said the guy who date-raped
her, James, had recently moved back to town and they met at the gym. The
first night he told her she was going to blow him in his car and she did
without question. The next time she saw him at the gym he fucked her in the
backseat and then he ordered her to meet him at his apartment this morning
where he fucked her for hours until neither one of them could cum
again. Liz told me she hated what she did to me, but couldn't help herself
around him and that nobody could make her cum like he could and that it
wasn't fair to me to have to share me with another man.

I went for broke and told her of my bully experience and what I thought
about when I fucked her. It was not a good scene, but we formed almost an
uneasy truce and decided we would try to make things work. I promised to
try and be more aggressive in bed and she promised to tell me when she had
been with another man. As you might imagine, things didn't quite go as
planned.

Monday night she went to the gym. About the time I expected her to come
home, I received a call from her cell phone. It was Liz and she was
breathless. She told me to look out the front window. I did and I almost
dropped the phone. Her car was in the driveway and she was in another car
parked on the street in front of our house. The lighting wasn't good but I
could tell she was bucking up and down on somebody in the back seat,
although I could not see who she was with. She had dropped her phone but
the line was still open so I could hear her guttural moans of pleasure. She
came several times before I heard a male grunt and the event came to an
abrupt halt. Liz exited the car soon after. She still had her workout shirt
on, but was carrying her sweat pants. She was naked from the waist down
except for her running shoes. She staggered up to the front porch and
walked inside. She kissed me on the cheek and then plopped down on the
couch exhausted.

I watched as a very muscular African-American man got out of the back seat
and moved back to the driver's seat. It had not occurred to me that Liz's
mystery man was black. He held up a cell phone and looked at the house. I
heard his voice through my speaker tell me to come get her
phone. Reluctantly I walked outside. I wasn't afraid to meet this guy who
satisfied my wife like I never could. But my cock was still rock hard from
listening to him fuck her. I was harder than I remember being any time I
had been intimate with Liz. I didn't want him to know how excited I was
from watching their frenzied passion. The guy rolled down the passenger
window and tossed me the phone.

"Your wife is a great fuck," he told me. "Too bad you're too much of a wimp
to satisfy her."

I didn't say anything, but I probably nodded. He sounded just like the
bully who promised to fuck my mom but now it was coming true with my wife.

"Liz begged me to fuck her without a condom and to fill her pussy with my
cum. Be a good husband and go eat her out. She told me what a wizard you
are with your tongue. Put it to good use and get her off for a change."

With that exchange he sped off into the night. I returned to the living
room still hard as nails. Liz was splayed on the couch.

"You hate me don't you?" she asked.

I didn't say a word. I set her phone down and got down between her legs. I
would have thought she would have been surprised, but apparently James had
told her I would do exactly what he commanded. I dutifully cleaned her
pussy of the mix of her juices and his cum. Then I went to work on her clit
and gave her another orgasm. When I was done, I thought she would pass
out. But I saw a glint in her eye when she spotted my cock straining
against my pants. To my surprise she released it from the confines of my
slacks and gave it several quick strokes.

"You're going to cum soon aren't you honey," she cooed. I tried to think
about anything but sex right then.

"James says you are a wimp who doesn't deserve me," she said still stroking
my cock. "He said I should be his fuck bunny."

She kept stroking me. I could feel my cum rising from my balls. I looked
down at her. She looked so sexy have just been fucked by a real man. I must
admit having the taste of his cum in my mouth along with her juices was
turning me on.

"I can live with this arrangement, honey," she cooed never letting up
pressure on my manhood. "You will remain my husband, James will remain my
lover and everybody wins."

There was no way this relationship would be that easy, but I was way too
turned on to care. I exploded shooting a huge load into her face. Liz was
not amused. She told me to lick her face clean of my nasty cum. Of course I
did it and then we went to bed. Liz seemed to sleep easy. I tossed and
turned visions of James fucking Liz and my eating his cum danced through my
head. Of course I was hard again.

Waking to a new day and a new life I wondered what changes my wife had in
store for me. As it turned out, not too many. I guess overall she was
pleased with our life together with the exception of needing a real man to
turn her loose in bed. When she would get home from working out at night
she would give me a kiss. Sometimes I could taste the cum on her
breath. Other nights she would have me eat her pussy. I could always tell
when she had been freshly fucked. Whether she had sucked a cock or fucked
one, I always got hard and had to jerk myself off. It got to the point
where I would get hard waiting for her to come home so I could see what a
dirty girl she had been.

The next Saturday she didn't pretend she was going anywhere but James'
house. She also didn't come home after 4 hours like last week. I waited all
day for her to return. I knew she would want me to obediently lick up
James' cum from her well used body and I wanted to be home from her. Anne
was staying with us that weekend and didn't understand why I just wanted to
hang around the house. But what could I tell her? Should I say "your step
mom is out cheating on me and I'm waiting to lick her clean?"

Fortunately Anne went out for the evening before Liz came home. She was a
total mess. Her hair was wild (it was obvious there was dried cum in it)
and she was walking funny. As usual I was hard and couldn't wait to hear
what James had done with her. It turned out it was more than I could have
imagined. Liz didn't want to talk about it at first and then began to weep
as she finally confessed about her day at James' house.

Liz confessed she had been looking forward to seeing James without the
usual rush she felt at the health club and that after last weekend's
monumental screwing she hoped for a repeat performance. Liz acknowledged
she was naked, on her knees and sucking off James when another man entered
the room. James had placed his hand on the back of her head to make sure
she would not pull away while he introduced his brother, Tommy. It was
clear to Liz that James had no problem with his brother watching her suck
him hard. If fact James made it clear that Liz would be taking care of
Tommy as well.

Liz told me that having two men to service was amazing. She said they took
turns fucking her whenever she could suck one of them hard. She also
confessed that James had spanked her and that Tommy had fucked her up the
ass. I had my pants off at this point and was furiously stroking my
cock. Liz looked at me like she thought I was pathetic and she was
right. Here I was about to explode in orgasm hearing my wife describe how
two men had used and abused her all day. The more details Liz gave me the
harder I got and the louder my moans became.

Liz described how she bent over James' lap and how Tommy fed her his
cock. It was the third time she had sucked him and it was coated with her
pussy juice from when he had just finished fucking her. Liz admitted she
loved the taste of her pussy on his cock. I was shocked, of course. One
because she hardly ever sucked my cock and certainly never told me she
enjoyed it. And two, because she had always been mad at me if I fingered
her and then tried to get her to lick my finger.

After James had turned my poor Liz's ass bright red, Tommy said he wanted
to fuck her there. Liz said she struggled and tried to get off James' lap
but he, seemingly without effort, held her there.

"That's a fine idea, brother," he said according to Liz. "Go downstairs and
get the kit. I don't think she's been properly opened before."

When Liz described what they did next, I came in a puddle on the wood
floor. The kit James spoke about was an anal stretcher consisting of 5
different sized plugs. The boys said they needed some time to recover from
their morning session so they would use the time to prepare my thin wife
for the afternoon debauchery. They started with the smallest plug. Liz said
it was tough for her to relax as they greased up her asshole and slid the
tapered rubber plug past her sphincter.

"Go make us some sandwiches while that plug stretches you out," Tommy
commanded. James gave her another swat on the tush, although it was more
playful than before.

When Liz returned, before they ate they had her bend over and the popped
the plug out of her bum. Then they pushed the second plug in. This one was
larger than the first. Liz said she had never felt so full. She then
described how they dressed her as a maid and finally ate their
sandwiches. I was hard again.

The boys were nice, I guess. They let my sweet Liz wear the second plug for
about 45 minutes before they switched her to the third size. At that point
they also made her start cleaning the house while they watched her parade
around in the sleazy costume. Liz told me her pussy was leaking down her
thighs she was so turned on by the humiliation of being dressed that way
and the fact that she knew her most sacred of holes was about to be
defiled.

Liz said the fourth plug felt like it was tearing her apart. James insisted
it was necessary in order for him to fit without damaging her. Liz said
every step she took with the plug inside of her made her feel like she was
fucking the biggest cock she ever had. The boys then brought her outside on
James' deck. She said she didn't know if anybody saw her as she kept going
inside to get them drinks and as she walked around the yard to entertain
them. She said the final straw was when James pulled open her top and
started pinching her nipples. She said the costume was shameful enough, but
now standing outside with her tits exposed magnified the sensation. Of
course she was still leaking juices from her pussy which James also
checked. Liz told me she was sure she put on a great show for the neighbors
as she rode his hand with her breasts jiggling out of the top of her
outfit.

"Think she's ready?" asked Tommy.

"Why don't we ask her?" replied James.

Liz was near the point of orgasming on his fingers. She would have agreed
to anything at that point, although "God yes, fuck my ass," was definitely
out of character for her. The boys smiled and brought her inside. Liz told
me at least this part of her humiliation would be private and that she was
thankful for that. They stripped her of her maid's costume. Except for the
plug she stood naked before them. Tommy was stroking his cock. Liz was
licking her lips. James brought her to the couch and pushed her over the
armrest so her ass was in the air.

"Once I've broken in your back door you are going to always want me there,"
he boasted. "You'll never feel full without me up your ass."

Liz told me she prayed he was wrong, but in her heart she knew he was
right. She felt the plug being pulled out of her ass and then more lube
being rubbed all around and inside of her. She could feel her asshole
pulsating in anticipation. She said she could tell it wasn't snapping all
the way shut anymore. Tommy went first. His cock wasn't as big in length or
circumference as his brother's. It was slightly smaller than the last plug
but that didn't matter to Liz. She howled as the cock pushed deeply into
her.

Liz told me she was moaning immediately as Tommy began to piston his cock
in and out of her tight asshole. Liz was lost to the moment, but Tommy was
not. "Can you shove something in her mouth to shut her up?" Tommy asked
James. At this point I assumed James would have used his cock to quiet my
normally reserved wife who they had turned into an assfuck slut. But he
didn't. Liz said she passively allowed him to push a ballgag into her mouth
which was buckled around her head. How many times had I fantasized that I
was a good enough lover to require gagging my partner to prevent her
screams and moans from drawing attention to us. Now two other men were
doing that to my wife and I could only jerk off to the news like the
pathetic worm that I am.

I could only sit and imagine what Liz looked like impaled on Tommy's
cock. I didn't know it yet but James took pictures after he gagged her. Liz
didn't tell me how long Tommy lasted before shooting his load up her
butt. No doubt it was longer than I ever had. Liz told me how after James
gagged her she slid a hand between her legs and diddled her clit while they
pounded her. Knowing my wife and how she described cumming freely with
James before, I have no doubt she orgasmed more times than she could count
that day. After Tommy came James slid his cock up her backside. Liz told me
it hurt, but she didn't care. Plus Tommy's cum helped smooth the way and
soon James was completing the conquest of her mind. He was right. Now that
she had been filled to the breaking point with his cock, anything else
would be less than satisfying. I watched the dreamy look on her face as she
described her lover filling her like never before. I doubted I'd ever have
my cock inside my wife again. I just wouldn't measure up. I came again on
the floor when Liz described how before he came James pulled out and had me
straddle and newly hard again Tommy and ride him cowboy. I could see in my
mind Tommy's cum dripping out of my wife's gaping asshole as James once
again slid his meat into her ass and the brothers finished this afternoon
of firsts with Liz's first double penetration.

I couldn't believe how turned on listing to Liz had made me. She seemed
more than happy about the experience as well. When she finally finished her
story about Saturday at James' house she stood up and lifted her skirt. She
then bent over on the couch allowing me to see her still pink ass checks
and the large plug she was still wearing.

"James sent you a present," she said gleefully.

I looked at her ass briefly and then understood what she was saying. I
knelt down behind her. The knees of my pants began to soak up the dual
loads of cum I had left on the hardwood floor. I reached forward and the
plug popped free in my hand with much less resistance than I
anticipated. Immediately her asshole winked at me and cum began dripping
from her sacred hole. "Damn James must cum a lot" I remember thinking as I
grabbed my wife's ass checks, spread them apart and plastered my mouth
against her butthole. I didn't bother with any tentative licks. This is
what James and Liz both wanted so I attacked her with gusto. I gave her
long deliberate licks cleaning up the dribbling cum. She was moaning
again. Apparently I was hitting the right nerve endings as well. When the
cum stopped flowing out of her ass I kissed down her thighs cleaning up the
cum remnants that had flowed out of her ass before I could plug it with my
tongue. When Liz was satisfied I'd done a good job cleaning her she stood
up and looked down at me kneeling on the floor in a pool of my own cum. Of
course I was hard again and my hand was stroking my cock.

"I'm going to take a nap now wimp. Get your hand off your cock. I may need
that load tomorrow so save it for me. I want that slimy cum cleaned up so
everything looks normal before Anne comes home. I don't think she's quite
ready to learn what gets her dad off, do you?"

"No Liz. No I don't," I replied, although a fresh wave of humiliation
washed over me thinking about Anne seeing me grovel before Liz. I watched
my wife turn and walk to the bedroom. Then I went to the kitchen to get the
cleaning supplies.

The next week progressed much like the last. Liz would come home from the
gym and present me with either a freshly fucked pussy to lick or would kiss
me so I could taste the cum in her mouth. I asked, but she never would tell
me who her partner had been that night. I got the feeling it wasn't James
since I never had to suck cum out of her ass. Friday night, however, I did
find the large plug buried to the hilt when she took her pants off so I
could service her.

When I asked she explained she hoped James would call and would invite her
over for another day of fun with Tommy. She said she put the plug in after
some anonymous guy at the gym had fucked her. She said she was on fire for
the thought of James fucking her ass again and that was all she could think
about as the guy at the gym drilled her pussy. She said he wasn't really
any better than me, but the fantasy of James and Tommy double penetrating
her again meant she came with him despite his short comings.

"I'm happy to fuck you anytime," I said pathetically.

"I know sweetheart," she said with a condescending tone. "But James says
not until you prove yourself loyal to him. Now get down there and make me
cum."

I did as I was told. I don't know if it was the skill of my tongue or the
thought of being spit roasted between Tommy and James but soon Liz was
thrashing about and grinding her pussy against my face. With a throaty
moan, she climaxed hard against me. My cock was straining against my pants,
a situation she noticed immediately. She pushed me back and I rolled into a
sitting position from my knees. She then put her foot into my crotch and
rubbed my hard on.

She mocked my hard on saying "Does lover boy have blue balls?" I did but I
perceived the question as rhetorical and did not answer. She continued
rubbing my cock with her foot. "Are the filled to the breaking point?" I
couldn't believe the transformation my quiet, vanilla wife had gone through
to become the hellcat that stood above me. "James only wants you to cum
when he gives you permission." This was getting weirder and weirder by the
minute. Liz was never forward in bed and now she was taunting me almost
like a bully. "If you are a good boy tomorrow you will be rewarded."

She left me painfully hard and my balls filled. I begged her for
relief. When she turned to walk away I said something to the effect of "If
you will not get me off I'll have to do it myself," and I pulled my pants
down and grabbed my cock. She gave me a dirty look. "James said no. If you
disobey him you'll be punished."

I hardly cared right then about James and what he wanted. I continued to
stare at Liz and beat my meat. She continued to stare right back. My
breathing became labored. She knew I was going to cum soon. I always came
soon. She walked back over to me. I thought maybe she was going to let me
finish in her mouth or at least save the last two strokes for herself, but
she didn't. She grabbed my free hand and held it in front of my cock.

"James told me how pathetic you were. Go ahead wimp," the sneared. "Come on
your own hand. It's the only lover you are going to have for a while."

For some reason hearing how her new dominant lover thought I was a wimp set
me off and I had a good squirting orgasm into my own hand. It felt great to
unload a week's worth of buildup from my balls. I felt my legs going week
as blast after blast shot from my cock. I was totally focused on the
pleasure of release and didn't grasp that Liz had grabbed my cum covered
hand and was lifting it.

"I know you like to cum in my face," she hissed. "Let's see how much you
like it."

With that she pressed my hand across my face and began to smear my own seed
across my mouth. I had to open my mouth to breathe and so I got a generous
handful of goo. Liz moved her hand around my face so I was liberally
coated.

"Don't wash that off. I want you to be my boy-toy-slut walking around the
house," she commanded.

"What about Anne? She'll be home soon," I questioned.

"If you keep me happy I'll let you run to the bathroom before she sees
you," my wife promised.

And that is exactly what I tried to do. While she watched TV I gave her a
foot massage, a neck and shoulder massage and I ate her to two more
orgasms. She was true to her word and let me scamper to the bathroom when
we heard the garage door open. Anne didn't say anything when she hugged me
hello, but I still felt like I was covered in cum and knew she must have
smelled it. It was the single most degrading moment in my life. Little did
I know that record would last less than 24 hours.

Saturday came and went with Liz staying around the house. I was surprised
James did not send for her. Perhaps he was bored with her already. At 7pm
Anne said she was going out with friends and not to expect her back until
late. I told her 11pm was late enough and she agreed. As soon as she was
out the door Liz sprinted up the stairs to the bedroom. She returned 15
minutes later wearing the sexiest lingerie set I'd ever seen and a pair of
fuck me pumps with at least 4 inch heels. She didn't say anything to
me. She just walked past me and opened the front door. Standing there was
James. I had only seen him sitting down in the car. Now that he was in
front of me, he was very imposing indeed. He was at least 6' 2" tall and
very solid. He was carrying a leather bag which he handed to Liz. He then
gave her a passionate kiss. He didn't seem to care that I was in the room.

"So this is Sebastian," he said extending his hand. "Glad to formally meet
you. Your wife is certainly a hell cat."

I shook his hand. It was so weird to be standing in front of a man who had
turned our lives upside down.

"So Liz told me you wanted to watch me fuck her tonight," James stated as
if it was the most normal request in the world. "Said you might pick up a
few pointers to help you please her better."

I looked at Liz who looked guilty. I was about to speak but James cut me
off.

"So babe, you look incredible in that outfit. Did you pick it for me or for
Sebastian?"

"For you sir," she quietly confessed.

"Did you remember your plug?" he queried.

"Yes sir. I've wore it every day. I'm ready for you to have my ass again."

"Good girl," he complemented her on. "We'll let's have a look at you."

I watched as my shy reserved wife walked over and slowly turned 360 degrees
in front of him so he could get a good look at her. Her smile lit up the
room. She was obviously very happy to be on display for him. She then
turned to face him and raised her arms above her head. I watched in
fascination as he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed both her ass
cheeks. He then rubbed the center of her butt and winked at me when he
confirmed the butt plug was in place.  He then pulled his arms back and
began to rub her nipples. I couldn't see them but I knew from experience
they would be hard and his manipulation would be turning her on.

He continued to touch her entire body as she stood stretched out and
defenseless before him. I realized that I knew how to touch all those
places (like kissing the back of her ear) to drive her wild with lust, but
I couldn't remember the last time I really did so. What a fool I'd been. I
thought my oral attention had been enough, but I could see this kind of
attention was what she really needed. Liz was shaking in need by the time
he finished his inspection. He ordered her to undress him which she
joyfully did.

I was not pleased with how he looked. I was jealous of his barrel chest,
ripped abs, tight calves and of course, impressive cock. Liz wasted no time
dropping to her knees to suck him hard. When he was ready he wasted no time
pulling out the butt plug, greasing up her ass and shoving his cock deep
inside her. He pointed to the corner chair and told me to "sit down, shut
up and learn."

I had a front row seat as he pummeled her ass. The harder he thrusted the
harder she bucked back against him and the harder my cock became. I'd never
seen her so wild. She was a woman possessed. I could picture her acting the
same way last week with James and Tommy. This version of Liz was a woman
I'd never seen before. She was howling so loud I thought she would wake the
dead. James looked over at me and told me to go to the kitchen and get a
glass. As I walked out of the room I heard James say "you were right. He is
very good at following commands." I didn't hear Liz's response. I don't
think she was capable of rational thought or expression right then.

When I returned James said, "Liz told me you came in your own face last
night. That's pretty sick dude."

I started to correct him with what really happened but I changed my mind
because he was right. I guess I really did cum on my own face.

"I see your cock is hard because you like watching me fuck your wife. You
don't have to worry. From now on I'll make sure she is sexually
satisfied. Your job is to keep her happy in the other aspects of her life."

I was amazed how he could carry on a normal conversation with me as he
continued to bugger Liz. Looking at her I could tell she was in another
world. Oh how I wished I could have taken her to such a place. But I
couldn't. It took another man to give her what I could not. James spoke to
me again.

"I bet you want to cum right now don't you little man?"

"Yes James," I said. Then I remembered what Liz had said earlier. "Yes
sir," I corrected myself.

I didn't understand why she had called him sir before, but it seemed
natural for me to do the same. James seemed pleased.

"That is correct Sebastian. Liz calls me sir out of respect for me and what
I can do for her. It is proper for you to do the same. Although I will not
touch you, for I have no interest in girly men, you will serve me much as
your wife now does. I expect you to follow my orders without question. I
have friends, both male and female who will require your services and you
will serve them well."

My hand was on my cock even before he finished speaking. He glared at me
indicating I had made a grave mistake.

"You are not to touch that worthless cock unless you are directed to do so
by one of your superiors."

"Yes sir," I answered.

Liz moaned and I saw her quiver in orgasm.

"From now on you will make your wonderful wife cum at least twice per
day. Once in the morning and once in the afternoon or evening. Do you
understand?"

"Yes sir," I said with my eyes cast down to the floor.

"She may choose to fuck you. That is up to her. I will give her a cock ring
for you so you will not shoot so fast. If I give you to one of my friends
they will expect you to be able to keep it up. I have a supplier of Viagra
and the cock ring will prevent you from cumming. You'll be a stallion yet."

I could tell Liz was not hearing anything James was saying. She was too
busy cumming again as she rut against him. But I was listening
intently. I'd thought about buying a cock ring before. My understanding was
you tighten it around your cock to keep the blood from flowing out and
killing your erection. But I also thought when you did cum and your seed
could not escape it would hurt. But I guess James didn't care about
that. He wanted Liz and his friends satisfied. My comfort was far down on
his list of concerns. If only I had his level of self control and
discipline. How could he not cum while fucking my wife? Her ass had to be
tight and the sight of her orgasming against him must have been exciting
for him. It certainly was for me.

Finally James gave me permission to jerk off and relieve the pressure in my
cock. His one stipulation was that I was to cum in the glass so I "would
not make a mess." That was an easy task as I only needed a couple of
strokes to get my jizz flowing. I'd never looked at how much cum I really
produced. The glass had a fair amount when my cock stopped twitching. James
then told me that he was about to cum. He was going to fill my wife's ass
again and I was to immediately get behind her and suck out his cum. I was
also to reach underneath her and finger her pussy.

"You are only worthy to suck my cum out of your wife's ass," James
said. "Do you understand that wimp?"

"Yes sir," I replied defeated.

James never made a sound, but he stopped thrusting and held his hips tight
against Liz. Her head lifted up. She was beaming with joy and I knew this
real man was filling her with his seed. I didn't want to get myself off
watching this carnal display, but I could help myself. I'd already shot one
load in the glass but my cock was getting hard again. When James pulled out
I had an overwhelming desire to lick his cock clean. I dropped to my knees
and began moving toward him. But he pointed at Liz's ass, gaping and
leaking cum. He then moved in front of her and gave her the pleasure of
cleaning him as I began the task of cleaning her.

I buried my tongue deep in her rectum. It was fowl but his cum tasted
divine. Growing up I never thought I would be so turned on by another man's
cum, but I had to admit to myself I was thriving on this treatment. Liz was
lazily sucking on his cock coming down from her sexual high. My fingers
were dancing on her clit and finger fucking her. I never remember her being
so wet. My cock was painfully hard, a situation which had been happening
with more frequency since Liz first told me about James.

After I finished cleaning her out they had one more humiliation for me. The
pair of them sat on the couch snuggling like a couple in love and just how
Liz and I did when we first hooked up. James was laying claim to my wife
and I was powerless to stop him. They joked about how hard my cock still
was and Liz told me to jerk off in the glass again. They sat and watched as
I stood before them feverishly stroking myself. But I was struggling to get
off. I'd cum enough and there wasn't much left.

My pair of tormentors seemed amused at my plight. Eventually, out of
boredom I think, Liz got up and walked around me. She ran her fingers down
my spine causing a shiver to course through my body. I could feel her hot
breath on my neck as she began to whisper in my ear.

"Beat that cock, sissy boy. Mama's got a new stud to take care of her. She
doesn't need that worthless cock any more. Your job is to go to work, make
money and keep me happy. You'll eat my pussy when I say and lick the cum
from my body when I need cleaning."

Liz continued to whisper in my ear, quietly berating me for being such a
sorry excuse for a man. I'm pretty sure James couldn't hear what she was
saying but I think he understood. I continued to jack myself faster and
faster. The more she verbally abused me the more I could feel another load
rising from my balls ready to be released.

"You are totally worthless in bed," she continued. "I don't know what I
ever saw in you. I was confused and scared when James first took me in
college. I should have known better. Only he can give me what I need."

And with that I shot a tiny load into the glass. I had almost no cum left
and it hurt to climax without having much to shoot, but Liz managed to coax
that final shot of jizz from my body and in the process seared into mind my
new position in the relationship. Of course James had one more piece to add
just in case I wasn't 100% sure of where I belonged. He called Liz back to
his side and then ordered me to drink my own cum from the glass.

I did it, although tentatively. When he asked how it tasted I had to admit
his tasted better. Really it tasted the same, but in my mind clouded by the
fog of what had transpired, his cum dripping from my wife's ass was the
only cum I wanted. Mine was vile just like I was and was not worthy of
consumption. James left soon after. Liz and I did not talk about what
happened but I think she was looking forward to next Saturday. I know I
was.

The next week was more "normal" in that Liz did not appear to be screwing
random guys at the gym. I wondered if James had told her not to or if she
was just saving herself for him. Anne was staying with us the entire week
and it was certainly weird to be acting like a dad to her and as whatever I
was to Liz. I'm sure Anne could hear Liz's cries of passion as I pleasured
her each morning when she awoke and each night when we went to
bed. Hopefully Anne just thought that is how married couples act when they
love each other. Anne, while attractive, is very introverted and focused on
her studies. I've never seen her interested in sex in any way which is
unusual in today's culture. She has a small circle of friends she hangs out
with, but doesn't really date. The one time I tried to have "the talk" with
her she assured me she already "knew" everything and that she was still a
virgin. I wasn't sure I believed her, but I let the subject drop.

Saturday morning Liz told me James had told her to plan on spending the day
with him but that she would be home tonight. I had been hoping he would
have invited me over as well. I'd been a good boy giving Liz all the
orgasms she could handle and not having a single one in return. My balls
were painfully full and I needed a release. Unfortunately Liz knew how much
cum I had stored up so if I took care of myself while she was gone she
would know. She told me to expect "extreme punishment" whatever that meant
if I came without permission.  She was dressed like a tramp when she left
the house. I was glad Anne didn't see her. Now all I could do was sit and
wait for her to return.

I did some yardwork and chores around the house during the day, but all I
could think about was James burying his big hard cock in Liz's tiny asshole
again. I wondered if Tommy had joined them or perhaps some other
friends. Every time I let my mind wander to what they were doing to my wife
I started to get hard. The urge to masturbate was almost unbearable. I had
to keep adjusting my cock inside my pants and one time Anne caught me. She
looked directly at my crotch and had to know I had an erection straining
against my pants, but she said nothing. She appeared to be embarrassed and
walked away. Soon after she announced she was going out with her friends. I
didn't have to tell her to be home by 11. She said she already knew
that. As soon as she was gone I unzipped my pants and began to stroke my
cock.

It took all of my willpower not to orgasm. I could feel the cum right up to
the tip of my cock. It was ready to fly but I forced myself to stop. It was
a terrible feeling. My pre-cum was dripping from my dick but I forced
myself to tuck it away in my pants and zipped up. I prayed Liz would be
home soon and would allow me to cum. I would have done anything she asked
at that moment for the privilege.

Liz returned a couple of hours later. My hard on had subsided but not my
desire for her. She didn't say a word to me. Instead she grabbed my hand
and pulled me toward the bedroom. Once inside she told me to strip. Of
course my cock was getting hard already. Once I was naked, mere seconds
later, she spun me around and told me to lay face down on the bed. The last
thing I saw was her opening her purse before I flopped onto the bed. I felt
my petite wife pull my hands backward with a force that surprised me. Then
I heard the ratchet sound felt the bite of a handcuff on my wrist. She then
told me to roll over onto my back and get in the center of the bed.

It was a little difficult to move without smashing my cock, but I managed
to get into position. Liz was busy stripping her own clothes off. She took
only moments longer than I did. She leaned over the bed and surprised me by
taking my cock in her mouth. I almost shot immediately. She pulled her
mouth off and looked into my eyes.

"You've been so good to me this week Sebastian," she said. "I'm going to
let you cum to release the pressure and then when you get hard again I'm
going to fuck your brains out."

I was shocked by the words coming out of her mouth. My girl-next-door wife
had completely transformed into the whore of Babylon, not that I was
complaining especially when she started to stroke my cock.

"I know your balls are full baby," she cooed. "There's no way you'll last
long enough to fuck me the way I need. Shoot your first load and then I'll
get you hard again."

Her hand was like magic as she alternated between slow and fast strokes. As
wound up as I was within a minute I began to squirt. Liz seemed to take
great joy in bringing me off with her hand. I think it gave her a sense of
power to control my orgasm that way. After the first splat shot upward she
aimed my dick back toward my chest. As hard as I was shooting, however, my
cum launched much further and spunk after spunk hit my face. Liz was
smiling and gave me words of encouragement to "shoot a big load for mama."
And shoot I did. My face, neck and chest were covered in my own semen
before she released my cock. I was laying on the bed completely spent.

"Don't go anywhere honey," she commanded. "Just relax."

I wasn't sure if I could move. My orgasm took that much out of me. Liz
turned to walk out of the bedroom and that is when I first noticed the thin
purple streaks on her butt. I started to try and get up to ask her about
it, but a I rolled over I felt dizzy from the effects of my orgasm so I
just let myself slump over onto my back again. Liz returned a minute later
carrying our laptop.

"What happened to your ass?" I asked her.

"Oh," she said. "I'll tell you later. I really need to get fucked right
now."

I watched as Liz positioned the laptop on our dresser. She then launched
Skype. After connecting with James on a video chat, I watched as Liz
adjusted the screen so the camera would focus on the bed.

"You were right, master," Liz began the conversation. "He shot a huge load
on himself. Can you see it?"

"No pet," came the reply. "Take a picture with your cell phone for me."

Liz opened up her purse again. I looked toward the screen. James appeared
to be sitting on his couch. He was naked. There was another woman kneeling
between his legs. She was obviously sucking his cock. I looked toward Liz
when she told me to smile. I did it as if it were perfectly natural to pose
covered in my own spunk.

"OK, done," Liz said. "I'm going to fuck him now, OK sir?"

"You may proceed," James replied. "Summer and I will watch."

My cock was still flaccid after my orgasm, but Liz cured that by taking me
in her mouth and giving me a better blowjob than I ever remembered
receiving before. I guess she was learning new skills too. I look at the
screen and the woman with James was now sitting next to him. She was very
cute with curly hair. But what stood out was a massive set of tits. She was
stroking James' cock and her chest was jiggling just enough to let me know
her breasts were real. I was so jealous of him.

Liz was doing a fine job of bringing my cock back to life. She started
alternating between sucking me and stroking me. Whenever she stroked me she
would look back at the screen to make sure James and the mystery woman had
as good a view as we did. Soon I was hard as a rock again and ready to fuck
my good lady. But she had one more trick up her sleeve. Back into her purse
she went and when she returned she was holding the infamous cock ring they
had discussed last week.

I remember thinking as she slid it around my cock and tightened it down to
trap the blood engorging my manhood that at least she let me cum once. I
can't imagine how painful this would have been without draining my balls
first. Liz then turned toward the laptop and mounted me in a reverse
cowgirl. I slid down to the base of my cock in one stroke. She was looser
than I remembered her to be.

Liz began to slowly grind her pussy onto my cock. I alternated my gaze
between her ass and the laptop screen. James and the woman appeared to be
enjoying the show. Liz's arousal was growing by the moment.

"That's good, slave," James' voice rang out. "Fuck yourself for me. I want
to see you cum on him."

First she had called him master and now he called her slave. I didn't know
what was going on but I wasn't about to complain. I was finally fucking my
wife again and I wasn't about to do anything to jeopardize that. For her
part Liz was thoroughly enjoying herself. Looking up I could see she had
her hands on her tits. Looking to the side at the mirror above our dresser
I noticed she was pinching her nipple. She wasn't fondling her breasts, she
was pinching them hard. What happened at James' house today? My wife
returned as a different woman. With a shriek she came and came hard. Of
course that triggered my own orgasm, only my cum didn't have any place to
go. I yelled out in pain as the muscle attached to the base of my cock
contracted and spasmed but found no relief. Liz didn't slow down.

"Turn around and fuck him cowboy so we can see your ass," Master James
commanded.

My wife followed his order immediately. Now I got to see the pleasure on
her face as she continued to ride me with reckless abandon. Watching her
was always one of the reasons I came so quick with her. She was just so
beautiful I couldn't help myself. With the cock ring preventing my release,
however, I suffered a succession of mini-cums causing me pain not
pleasure. Liz, however, free from the bonds of having a quick shooting
husband continued to ride me through three more orgasms of her own.

Finally she was spent and climbed off my cock. It was purple and angry
looking as the blood had been denied the refresh of oxygen. She unstrapped
the cock ring and almost immediately I began cumming. Once again she aimed
it at my chest. There wasn't much jizz to shoot the second time, but I'm
sure it made James laugh to watch me shoot on myself. As I started to come
down from my orgasm I looked to the laptop. The woman had James' cock in
her mouth.

"Your wife did this earlier today, Sebastian," he proudly told me. "She's
turned into quite the skilled cocksucker. I tied her up and teased her
until she begged me to let her cum. I used a cane on her ass just because I
could. I kept her on the edge of cumming for about 4 hours until she
finally cracked and called me her master. She begged over and over for me
to fuck her, but I told her today she had to fuck you. It was my gift to
you. Don't expect it often."

He stopped talking and I saw his body stiffen. He obviously just pumped a
load into the willing mouth of his big titted companion. He looked very
relieved. When she came up for air I could see her licking her lips. She
was smiling and seemed very happy.

"Next Saturday you are going to play with us. I will also need Liz all
night Wednesday. I'm having some guests over to play poker and need a
maid."

Both Liz and I replied, "Yes sir," in unison. James then cut the video
link. Liz shut down the laptop and got a washcloth out of the bathroom to
wipe off my cum.

"Don't worry about that honey," I told her. "I like how it feels. It
reminds me of how much I love you."

Liz didn't respond. I think she was disgusted. She did remove my handcuffs
and then she went into the bathroom to shower. I jerked myself off again. I
had no cum left in my balls, but I couldn't help myself. I struggled to
orgasm again until I pictured myself being James' maid for his poker
game. His party was a mix of strong looking men and beautiful women and I
was there to attend their every need.

After Liz returned from her shower, refreshed and looking innocent again, I
asked her what James had done to her earlier. She told me a tale of how
James tied her spread eagled to the bed and then teased her until she
thought she would die from the need to cum. She said she pledged to do
anything he wanted in order to gain her climax. He told her he wanted to
spank her and she promised to allow him to do that if he untied her. Once
she was free, she said she happily lay on his lap while he spanked her like
an insolent child. She said he teased her pussy with his fingers enough to
keep her on the edge of cumming. She said she almost did just rubbing
herself on his knee while he paddled her ass.

After the spanking he cuffed her hands above her head and used a soft
flogger on her breasts, stomach and thighs. She confessed she wished he had
hit her pussy because she thought it would make her climax. Then he turned
her around and used the cane leaving the marks I had seen. Liz told me she
was sure James was going to fuck her to complete her submission but instead
he had sent her home with orders to take her pleasure from me. I asked her
about the woman I saw on the video call but she said she didn't know who
she was and that she wasn't there when she left. I wondered how many other
wives James kept in his stable.

The rest of the week flew by. Liz was spending more time at home. I was
continuing to make sure she came at least twice a day. The one night she
went out (Wednesday for the poker game) I was overcome by the urge to check
her browsing history on her laptop. She had been surfing adult toy sites
and looking at a lot of bondage gear. Apparently she really liked what
James had done for her last weekend. I had not been crazy about the
handcuffs, but of course I said nothing. That night she returned obviously
well used. Rode hard and put away wet I believe is the appropriate
phrase. But she gave no details and I didn't ask. The cum I licked from her
pussy tasted different from Master James' cum. So did the cum in her ass. I
wondered how many men had been there and how many had availed themselves of
her charms. Not that it really mattered. She was happy and I was happy that
she had been pleasured.

Saturday rolled around. Initially Anne said she didn't have plans for going
out. I was worried that meant James would not be coming over, but then Liz
whispered something in her ear and she changed her tune. I watched as she
started a call on her cell phone. I didn't catch the first thing she said
but I did hear "my parents want to fuck so I need to leave for a while." I
couldn't believe this came out of the mouth of my virginal daughter. Five
minutes later Anne was gone and Liz was changing into her sexy lingerie. I
wasn't sure what I was supposed to do so I sat in the living room waiting
for James to arrive.

It felt so strange opening the door for the man who was going to fuck my
wife. Even though it wasn't the first time and he had watched us fuck on
the laptop, I still was uncomfortable. As matter-of-factly as you can be,
he told me to strip while we waited for Liz to return. Thus James was
sitting fully clothed in the living room and I was naked when my beautiful
wife descended the stairs. Just like the last time he was here he had Liz
stand for inspection and just like last time her ass was plugged. And just
like last time I was hard from watching this man so completely dominate my
wife.

This time James had different plans for us. Instead of just making me sit
and watch, he handcuffed my wrists behind my back and told me to lie down
on the floor. I didn't like the prospect of having my cock wrapped again,
but of course I did as I was told. What happened next surprised me. From
his bag of tricks he pulled out a ball gag and affixed it to Liz to "keep
her quiet." I wondered if I was going to witness another caning. Instead he
told her to straddle me in a 69 position. I was treated to a close up view
of a very wet pussy. Nobody had touched her yet but her anticipation had
her flowing. My cock stood up proud from my body, but I realized the ball
gag would prevent her from sucking me. That wasn't very fair.

James busied himself taking his clothes off. His cock was at medium
firmness. Since Liz's mouth was out of commission I wondered if he expected
me to suck him hard. Fortunately he didn't. He ordered me to start licking
Liz's pussy while he tugged on his cock to finish getting himself
ready. Then he pushed himself into her pussy. His balls hit me on the nose
as my mouth was plastered to her clit. She made a mewing sound I had not
heard before. I took that to mean she liked what was happening.

How can I describe the feeling of watching another man's cock up close and
personal as he gave my wife the pleasure I could not? Obviously I felt
inadequate as Liz continued to mew, moan and of course climax. Her juices
were dripping from her pussy and landing on my face. I continued to work
her clit in the way I knew drove her wild, but I knew my tongue was only
part of her pleasure that night as James' heavy balls continued to slap
against me. My cock was painfully hard, of course, and I wished my hands
were free to relieve the pressure. But like Liz had done to me before, all
I could do was lie there suffering. There was no reprieve for the wimp.

Liz's position meant she was looking down at my engorged cock. The
importance of the ball gag was apparent. I'm sure she would have sucked me
off while James and I serviced her pussy. But that would have given me
pleasure and my pair of tormentors didn't seem inspired to do so. Liz came
several times as James crushed her from behind. I wondered how long he
could last. I was sure he would cum deep inside her and then order her to
sit on my face to let his cum drain from her pussy. Maybe then they would
give me some relief. Then my world came crashing down.

The garage door opened and I heard Anne walking back in the house. She was
talking on her cell phone. I began to struggle, although with my hands
bound I wasn't going anywhere. As she walked into the living room she
dropped her phone. I felt Liz tense. James didn't slow down. In fact he
gave Liz a swat on the ass. The sound echoed in the room and Liz began
bucking against him again.

Anne picked up her phone and told her friend she would have to call her
back. I couldn't see her face through the tangle of body parts but I
imagined her standing there open mouthed trying to figure out what was
going on.

"So you are the lovely Anne I've heard so much about," James said breaking
the ice. He stopped pumping my wife long enough to extend his right hand to
my daughter. I could see just the tip of his cock remaining in contact with
Liz's labia. I'm sure Anne got a good look at its glistening length.

"What the hell is going on here?" Anne asked. "Dad, what are you doing?"

I was too ashamed to speak the truth to her. Fortunately James spoke up.

"Your step-mom is a very sexual woman. She has needs your dad was not
satisfying. We have an arrangement. Fortunately I am more than capable of
providing sexually for her. Your dad is insecure about his sexuality and
does what we tell him."

"Dad?" she said again with an inflection of disappointment.

"It's OK honey. What Master James said is true." I didn't plan on calling
him master. It just slipped out. I now understood how Liz was so easily
able to call him that.

James continued with my humiliation. "Liz, your husband has been a good boy
and needs relief. I want you to give him a handjob."

Immediately Liz began to stroke my cock. My whole body tensed. James was
going to make me cum in front of my daughter and it wasn't going to take
long. Looking up I saw his balls begin to move backward and his cock
plopped out of Liz's pussy and landed on my face with a heavy thud.

"Oops, sorry about that Sebastian," James said mockingly. I knew it wasn't
an accident, but would Anne? James repositioned his cock at the entrance to
Liz's pussy. She rocked her hips back. It was obvious she wanted more and
didn't care if Anne was watching.

Anne never said a word. James continued to fuck Liz who came even faster
than I did. Of course I shot fast blowing a load straight into my wife's
face. I was crying in shame and apologizing to Anne as soon as I stopped
cumming. I still would be if James had not pulled out and shot is own load
into my face. That pretty much sealed by fate with Anne as I coughed and
spit out another man's cum. James slapped Liz on the ass again and she
rolled off of me. James then stood and helped her up. I was laying in a
pool of cum on the floor. Anne looked at me and then turned and ran to her
room.

James took the ball gag out. Liz said she would go and talk to her. James
said to "take the kit" with her. I didn't know what that meant. I don't
think I wanted to know. Liz walked out of the room following Anne. James
helped me up and told me to go wash up. I went into the bathroom and washed
my face and crotch. Then I sat down on the toilet and cried. I stayed in
the bathroom for 15 or 20 minutes. Returning to the living room I found
James, still naked, lounging and drinking a beer.

"Your wife is very special Sebastian. I am very proud of her."

Suddenly I was overcome with rage and I lunged at James. Of course violence
was never my strong suit as any school bully who encountered me would tell
you. James simply moved to the left and I crashed into the couch. He then
pushed me to the floor and stood towering over me.

"Let's not go there Sebastian. We both know I would beat the shit out of
you. I would then tell Liz to divorce your sorry ass. Is that what you
want?"

"No sir. Sorry sir," I replied slipping back into my submissive nature.

"I want to explain what is going on," he said in a soothing tone. I
wondered if that was the tone he first used with Liz. "Your daughter is
obviously upset. Liz told me she is a virgin. But at that age her hormones
are raging and I'm sure she has her own needs and desires which could be
brought out in the right situation."

The way he was talking sounded like he also had plans for my daughter. When
will this nightmare end?

"I have instructed Liz how to seduce Anne. Believe me when I say I've taken
many a virgin's cherry and know exactly how to get them to spread. Watching
Liz cum so hard made your daughter's pussy wet. I guarantee it. Even though
she would have been repulsed by watching you cum, her curiosity will get
the better of her. Anne will start by giving her a hug to comfort her. You
may have noticed Anne didn't wipe your cum from her face. That was on
purpose. Anne will accidently get a taste of your seed on her lips. She
will be disgusted but it will make her think of me and my hard cock
splitting her step-mom in two."

I hated to admit it but his plan sounded plausible.

"Liz can be very convincing. She will tell Anne how liberating it is to
submit to a strong man and how much pleasure she receives every day. She
will tell Anne how you service her morning and night and how I make sure
she has all the cock she can handle. Anne will resist, but Liz will break
down her defenses. I give you this promise. I will not pop her cherry. But
by the end of the night she will suck me off and drink my cum."

"Please master," I begged. "Leave my daughter out of this."

"The decision is hers to make, Sebastian," he said. "Liz and I will simply
lay out some options and she will come to her own judgment about what is
right for her."

I couldn't talk anymore. James was destroying my life. Having already
turned my wife into his sex slave he was now turning his attention to my
daughter. My sweet innocent daughter. I wanted to believe Anne would resist
and tell Liz to leave her alone. But I never thought my wife would succumb
to the charms of the man who had date-raped her so many years ago. I knew
in my heart James was speaking the truth. 30 minutes later I had my proof.

I heard Anne's bedroom door open. I first saw Liz. She had cleaned her face
(or maybe Anne had I wasn't sure) and her lingerie was disheveled. She was
walking toward the living room with her right hand extended. She was
holding a thin leash. I followed the leash down and backward to see what I
already knew I would. The love of my life, the sweet naive lamb, my
innocence personified daughter was crawling behind my wife. She had a small
collar around her neck and she was wearing some of my wife's lingerie. Liz
led her in front of me and then had her turn around and face James. Her
butt was high in the air and her head was down. She had a plug in her ass.

"Master," Liz spoke clearly and proudly. "The sweet young Anne has
something to say to you."

I couldn't believe my ears. 45 minutes ago Anne was repulsed by what she
saw us doing in the living room. How my wife convinced her to join our
kinky games in such a short period of time I might never know, but Anne was
clearly on board.

"Sir, my step-mom has told me of your great power," my virginal daughter
confessed. "Please make me a woman tonight."

I couldn't look at her. I was staring at James with a fiery intensity as if
I had any control over what he was going to do. I watched as Liz handed him
the leash as if she was handing over the family dog. I was shaking in fear
for my daughter, but I was powerless to intervene. James said nothing. He
just began walking toward the bedrooms. Anne crawled behind him. Liz looked
at me with disgust.

"Even now you can't stand up for yourself can you," she scolded me. "You
know what he is going to do to her don't you? At least I made that choice
for myself. But she is confused and will never be the same."

I looked down at the floor ashamed until I heard James snap his
fingers. "Sebastian, crawl behind us. Liz you may join us."

My eyes were focused on Liz's feet as I crawled toward the bedrooms. James
handed Anne's leash to Liz and told her to wait inside the bedroom. He then
ordered me to sit outside the door. I leaned with my back to the wall and
James went inside closing the door. At least I didn't have to watch him
defile the love of my life.

I quickly realized it would have been easier if I had been inside the
bedroom. Sitting outside I could only listen and imagine what was
happening. In my mind, the experience was probably worse than in real
life. James moved slow in his conquest of Anne. I guess when you are that
confident of yourself you don't need to rush. My wife kept reassuring Anne
that everything would be OK. From the sounds coming through the wall I
could gather that Liz got down on her knees and taught Anne the proper way
to please a man orally. Then Anne got her turn. Both James and Liz gave her
pointers. Just like when I watched James with my wife the first time I was
in awe that he didn't cum right then. His level of control still amazed me.

After a while, he told Anne to lay back on the bed and spread her legs. I
imagined she thought she was going to lose her cherry and was
excited. James had other plans however and told her to rub her pussy for
their entertainment. At first she was quiet, but I could tell she was
becoming more excited as James interrogated her about her sexual life
before that moment. While Anne maintained she was pure of body, except some
awkward fondling and two hand jobs, she was definitely not pure of spirit.

I listened as my sweet baby told James of her sordid fantasy life and the
visions in her head when she masturbated. I pictured her lying on her bed,
fingers in her pussy and eyes in a far away land as she described in great
detail how she got herself off. Her moans of pleasure interrupted her
narration more and more frequently and I was sure she would cum soon, that
is if James had not stopped her.

 I knew what was coming next even before Anne did. James was hard and she
was wet. The only question in my mind was whether he would pop her cherry
or fuck her ass. He had told me he would leave her virginity intact. But I
didn't believe him. How could he resist the gorgeous creature I knew was
laying on the bed? Then I heard him order my wife to get her lube and the
order for Anne to get on her hands and knees. I wanted to rush in and save
her. But my cock was hard from listening to her moan and I couldn't explain
that. I was also scared that James would make me do something to her. Like
a worthless piece of trash I stayed where I was while Anne pleaded for
James not to fuck her "that way."

I could hear my wife reassuring my daughter. Liz was telling her that
everything was going to be alright. That she had been scared the first time
too but now she loved it and that she had trouble cumming without James'
cock in her ass. That certainly didn't make me feel good after she rode me
so hard. Liz continued to encourage Anne that giving herself in this way
was the best thing she could do. I could tell the moment James replaced the
plug with his fingers to smear the lube around by baby girl's ass. I knew
the moment he pressed the massive head of his cock against her puckered
brown-eye. My own ass clinched reflexively as he began to ease his dick
into her helpless to resist body.

If I could have traded places with her at that moment I would have. But
that was not James' plan. He wanted both of my girls as his loyal
subjects. Anne began to calm down a bit after he finally was buried inside
of her. Liz was still trying to give confidence to Anne as James began to
fuck her. I pictured my wife on the bed in front of Anne holding her face
and looking into her eyes. Trying to get Anne to focus on her and let go of
her fears. Being the slug that I am I was now stroking my cock to the
rhythm James was setting. I pictured his coal black skin contrasting with
my daughter's alabaster as he towered above her. My balls were on fire
ready to shoot another load in tribute to my family's submission. Anne was
no longer screaming in pain but instead had found pleasure. I knew she was
no longer my princess but was well on her way to being James' cock whore.

Faster and faster I stroked my cock as he continued to pound my daughter's
ass. He was as relentless as he always was with Liz. I was sure my wife was
more than a little jealous watching her step-daughter get what James given
her before but saw fit to tease her with earlier. I am ashamed how hard my
cock was and that I shot a very large sticky load onto my chest when I
heard the flower of my life howl in orgasm on his cock.

For a while all was quiet in the bedroom. I'm sure Anne was spent as was
James. I was surprised I didn't hear Liz. Perhaps, like me, she had been
masturbating and climaxed in unison with us. I leaned back against the wall
trying to calm my thumping heart and catch my breath. I was covered in a
mix of sweat and cum. My hand was still gripping my cock, although it was
deflating. I door opened and James walked out.

"Don't get up. I'll show myself out," he said. "Bring Anne around next
Friday night to my place."

I turned my head to look at him as he walked down the hall. Gathering my
strength, I stood up and walked into the bedroom. As I had suspected, Anne
was sprawled on the bed. Her legs were open and her ass looked well
used. Her head was in Liz's lap. Anne looked content as Liz stroked her
face. I didn't have anything to say. Both girls noticed I came on
myself. Again. I could read their faces. They didn't have to say what they
thought about me.

The next week Anne stayed with her mother for the most part. I didn't know
if she was avoiding me or whether it was just her normal rotation between
us. I had told her James wanted her on Friday night. She didn't commit one
way or the other. Liz seemed inspired by Anne's initial plunge. She came
home every night with her pussy or ass dripping of cum and forced me to
lick her clean. I lapped up the anonymous discharge without a complaint. I
was happy to do so and she seemed happy to let me. One thing she didn't do
was let me cum. Maybe she was still upset about how I came while Anne was
being butt fucked or maybe she was just being cruel, but by the time Friday
rolled around my balls were painfully full.

I thought Anne wasn't going to show up, but at 6:30pm she walked through
the door dressed as, of all things, a Catholic school girl. I don't know
where she got the outfit since she went to public school, but she even put
her hair in pigtails to try to get the look right. She said James had
texted her and told her to dress that way. She then lifted her skirt to
show us she didn't have panties on underneath. She had also shaved all of
her pubic hair. She said James wanted her to "babysit" tonight and that I
was to play the concerned father and drop her off. I was then to wait for
further instructions.

Anne made quite a bit of money babysitting through the years. I'd driven
her to many a friends' house. Of course this was different. Neither of us
spoke on the way to James' house. I found myself sneaking peeks at her
legs. They were on prominent display due to the shortness of her skirt. The
knowledge of her being without panties made it worse. My mind kept
wandering. I knew she was probably wet with anticipation of being with a
real man tonight. Certainly tonight James was going to take her cherry. If
I was stronger I would have turned the car around. Looking at her legs I
also kept thinking if I was stronger I would pull over and run my hand up
under her skirt. I knew that was sick. I'd never felt the desire to touch
her before. But I knew she was grown up now and I was driving her to a
night of deviant sex. So my mind wandered to places it shouldn't
go. Finally we arrived. I pulled to the curb and Anne gave me a peck on the
cheek and thanked me for driving her. She walked up to the front door. She
looked like she didn't have a care in the world. I wondered if she knew
that last week at our house was probably just a warm up. If she didn't, I
think she got the idea pretty quick.

I did as I had been instructed. I sat in the car out in front of the
house. I saw James and Anne in the living room through the picture
window. Of course I couldn't hear what he was saying, but it seemed clear
that he was expecting her to follow orders more directly than she had at my
house. As I suspected, without Liz there to run interference and try to
cajole Anne into participating, Anne might be in for a rough night.

I watched as James had her stand for inspection, a pose I knew well from
Liz.  Then he must have ordered her to strip because she quickly shed her
clothes. James then inspected her again. His turned her and positioned her
in the window so I could get a good look at her naked form. With the lights
on in the room I imagine the window was acting as a mirror. She would have
been looking at herself and at James standing behind her as he wrapped his
strong arms around her. I couldn't look away as he cupped her breasts and
started playing with her nipples. Her open mouth promised sounds of
pleasure emanating from her as he began to move his hand down to her
pussy. If she knew she was on display to the world she didn't seem to
care. I could tell her focus was on convincing James to do more with his
fingers than tease her.

I couldn't help but get hard as I watched this superior man so easily
manipulate my daughter's emotions. This in turn fed my self loathing, but I
didn't care. If James had sent me a text to whip my cock out I would have
done it and sprayed cum all over the car window. Instead I had to watch as
he wrapped a thick collar around my precious daughter's neck. He then
clipped a leash to it. I figured the show was over. But James had two more
surprises for me. First he held the leash up just out of view of the
window. I watched as the leash went taught and then Anne began to walk out
of view. But James stayed still staring out of the window at me. Somebody
else obviously was inside the house. Then James really surprised me. He
opened the front door and walked to the car. Then he opened the passenger
door and sat down.

"How are you doing Sebastian," he said as if we were best friends. "Anne's
in good hands. Let's go get a beer and get to know each other better."

I was stunned. I didn't know how to react. I wanted to question him about
who just took control of my sweet Anne, but I couldn't speak. I just put
the car in gear and pulled away. Slowly I became more comfortable as James
directed the conversation and we got to know each other. He gave me
directions to an upscale club he knew. It was the kind of place I would
have never gone into by myself. It was elegant and filled with beautiful
people. James explained that it had the reputation of a singles bar, but
that the people who frequented it were of a higher social class than your
typical college town bar. The women were all top shelf and dressed to
kill. James told me they were here looking to find a short term hook
up. The guys seemed all to be successful although not all were as handsome
as James and certainly not as confident. James explained money and business
success went a long way in this club which explained why some of the best
looking women seemed to be slumming with guys that, well guys that looked
like me. Of course I could not offer them the financial rewards others were
offering or the Greek God physique of the other guys.

I got to watch James work his mojo. He seemed to have his pick of the
women. He oozed confidence which was like an aphrodisiac in this place. It
became clear which women were willing to accept a hook up and which were
looking for more. James quickly discarded the ones who wanted more than he
was willing to give that night. I was jealous of his skills. We would talk
to a woman, of course I was pathetic barely able to contribute and soon
James would escort the fine lady to the dance floor. I was amazed by how
far these ladies let his hands roam. Most seemed willing to allow him to do
whatever he wanted. However it was easy to spot his favorite. She was a
fiery redhead who not only allowed his hand access under her skirt, but
also clearly grabbed his cock. From my vantage point I couldn't tell if he
was hard, but the look on her face told me she found something that pleased
her in his pants. I had the feeling James would be taking her home that
night. Or at least taking her out to my car while I sat alone at the bar.

I watched as James whispered in her ear. Then she looked back at me and
shook her head. I imagined James had asked if she had a girlfriend for
me. James then looked deep into her eyes. I could see her resistance
starting to melt. He took her hand in his and rubbed it against his
crotch. He nodded. She shook her head. This unspoken dance of wills
continued for about ten seconds. Her hand on James' pants covered dick must
have been working its magic because soon her negative nods became a
resigned yes. Then James put his arm around her and directed her back to
our table.

"Let's get a round of drinks and celebrate," James said and headed toward
the bar. The redhead sat down with me.

"What did he ask you?" I questioned her. Then I added meekly, "if you don't
mind telling me."

The woman took a deep breath. I could tell the answer was embarrassing for
her.

"I am not a slut," she said.

"Of course not," I countered.

"James told me if I wanted him to fuck me, I had to blow you first."

She had a look of disgust in her eyes. She clearly didn't want anything to
do with a loser like me. I didn't tell her that I probably cum as soon as
she touched me. I had that problem whenever I was with a beautiful woman
who was so far out of my league. Thankfully James returned with the
drinks. The woman and I both downed ours very quickly. James seemed amused.

"So I see you are getting to know each other. Good."

We stayed at the club for another half an hour or so. All told we were
there about two hours. I had a pretty good buzz on and so did the
woman. James, of course, was totally in charge of his faculties. We had not
spoken of their arrangement, but I could tell she was still thinking about
it and trying to decide if it was worth sucking me to get to James. I
figured her consumption of liquid courage was helping her make that
decision. Then James mentioned it was time to go. Her time of decision had
arrived.

I guess I still don't believe that James drove my car while the woman
serviced me in the back seat. I had watched him work his magic close
up. Just the promise of being with him had turned this woman into a cock
gargling slut. As I knew I would I came very quickly into her mouth. When
she sat back up I could see James looking at her in the mirror. He told her
to masturbate and get herself turned on so he didn't have to do all the
work when we got back to his house. I think she looked even more disgusted
at that suggestion than the one to blow me. But that didn't stop her. I
guess she figured she was committed at that point.

She came just before we arrived back at James' house. I figured I would
wait in the car while they went inside. I hoped whoever was with Anne was
done with her and she could come out. Of course I also thought about James
sharing the redhead with my daughter. The new conquest seemed ready for
most anything by that point. Instead James invited us all inside.

Inside the house the moans of a woman obviously being fucked hard filled
the air. I knew those guttural sounds of animalistic sex were originating
from my daughter, but I couldn't help but get hard again. I don't think red
was too surprised that somebody else was already having sex. We both were
surprised however when James led us to the master bedroom.

I was right about who was being fucked. As before last weekend at my house
the love of my life was getting her ass drilled and enjoying every
thrust. She was tied spread eagle to the bed with a pillow under her
hips. Instead of James, however, a blonde woman was doing the honors
wearing a thick black strap-on.

"Sebastian meet Summer," James began. "She is my wonderful slave although
on occasion I give her a treat and let her top. She is going to aid in my
training of Anne."

I watched as this powerful woman never broke stride and continued to defile
my daughter.

"Nice to meet you Sebastian," she said. "Anne is going to make the most
perfect slavegirl. She's wonderfully submissive once you get her turned on
and desperate."

I couldn't help but watch Anne squirm under the masterful control of
Mistress Summer. She was a strong, but curvy woman with amazing firm
natural breasts. Immediately I began to picture myself under her control. I
saw myself being ordered to eat her pussy and even began to imagine being
on the business end of her strap-on.

James began to question Summer about how their evening had gone. I imagined
that was more for the benefit of red than for himself. I could sense he was
testing his latest conquest to see just how much he could shock her before
she balked. I heard about spanking, paddling, oral servitude, clit and
nipple teasing and torture and even my sweet Anne's pledge to be available
whenever Summer called. The whole scene was setting an unspoken expectation
for red to follow. James' final question was if Anne's virginity had been
preserved. Anne confessed that it was, although given her new penchant for
anal sex the presence of her hymen seemed unimportant.

"Well tonight we will correct that," James announced. "Summer, is Tony
still downstairs?"

"He's tied right were we left him before Anne arrived," she replied.

"What?" said Anne. "He's been here the whole time?"

"He's been begging me to let him fuck you ever since he nailed your
step-mom. I told him if he pleased Summer earlier I'd give you to
him. Summer, did he earn that gift?"

"He was pretty good. I rode his face and fucked him to a couple of good
cums. He's been resting for a while. I'm sure he'll get it up for her."

"Was she good tonight? Has she earned becoming a woman?"

Summer looked down at Anne who was trying to turn her head to look at us.

"She has potential. Her tongue is pretty skilled and her attitude is
right. She needs more practice in giving pleasure, but that will come with
time."

"Well I want to see for myself. Please escort Sebastian back to his
car. You can go home Sebastian. I'll make sure Anne gets back after we are
done with her. Anne, I have promised this lovely woman I met at the club a
night of pleasure. You will service her like you did your mistress and then
you will prepare me to fuck her. Then I will allow Tony to make you a
woman."

Everybody seemed perfectly willing to follow James' pronouncement. Summer
began to untie Anne. Her ass was still gaping from the abuse Summer had
inflicted on it. I was still thinking about her doing the same to me trying
to imagine how it felt.

All too soon I was being escorted from the bedroom. Instead of going
outside, however, Summer led me to the basement explaining she had to check
on Tony. We entered a small family room with a locked door at one end.

"Is that the dungeon?" I asked hoping the answer was yes.

"It is. Take your clothes off. You need to make me cum before you leave,"
Summer commanded.

Well that was the kind of command I was happy to follow. I had falling
instantly in lust when this blonde goddess first appeared before me. I was
ecstatic to drop to my knees before her and worship her pussy. I must have
been doing something right as she possessively grabbed my head and ground
her pussy on my face. No doubt fucking my daughter had turned her on as she
quickly showered me with her satisfaction.

"I'm going to talk to James about lending me to you for a weekend," she
proudly announced.

"Oh mistress that would be wonderful," I said without thinking.

Summer looked down at me. "Oh, you think I'm your mistress do you?"

I realized my mistake. "Only if Master James commands it."

"Your daughter called me mistress and then I fucked her ass. Be careful
what you say."

My cock started to get hard at the implication that if I called her
mistress she would use the strap-on on me. "Maybe Master James can have my
wife and daughter for the weekend and I can spend time with you." I made
sure not to over promise, but I knew what I wanted that weekend to look
like.

"We'd better check on Tony and get you home," Summer said ending the
conversation.

Summer walked over to the heavy oak door, out of place in a basement, and
unlocked the deadbolt. She walked inside flipping on a light switch. I
followed her. Inside I did a quick assessment of the room. Somehow I
expected fake rock paneling on the walls and shag carpeting. Instead there
was linoleum tile and sheetrock. The walls were lined with restraints and
implements of torment. In the center were various pieces of furniture I
didn't understand including a wide bench which appeared adjustable with
cuffs at the corners and by the headrest. It was obvious this apparatus was
designed for long her restraint. I expected to find Tony bound there but I
did not. In fact nobody else was in the room. I was confused.

"Where is Tony?" I asked.

"That is not important," Summer replied reaching into a case on a shelf
near the door. "Take a good look at that bench. That is where I'm going to
fuck you if James approves.

I walked over to the bench. It was leather and thickly padded. Each arm and
leg was articulated as was the headrest. It appeared that a victim could be
either comfortable or secured in pain based on the whim of his/her
partner. I turned my head to look back at Summer. Part of me hoped she had
put on a strap-on and would take me right then. She had an evil grin on her
face, but no dildo. She was holding a small box in her hand with two metal
points sticking out of the front. Before I realized what was happening she
pressed the contraption against the back of my thigh.

With an evil laugh I watched her push its button. I felt the first shock
even before I heard the buzz of electricity coursing through my leg back to
the other connection point. I felt dizzy and slumped against the bench.

"That packs a wallop doesn't it?" Summer asked rhetorically. "It's an old
school stun gun used to keep insolent slaves in order. It's not as
debilitating as a taser, but you will be very agreeable for the next few
minutes. If your give me any grief you are going to get a shot to your
balls. Understand?"

My leg was numb, but I could still nod.

"Bend your ass over on the bench," she commanded.

As I was following her instructions I took another look at the myriad of
whips, paddles and crops hanging neatly displayed on the wall. Exposed as I
was going to be, I had a sense my backside was going to be turned red if I
didn't follow her instructions.

"There is something you need to learn quickly, Sebastian," my goddess began
to explain. "Master James doesn't care about wimps like you. Sure he likes
to humiliate you in front of your wife and now your daughter, but he's
strictly into women. He'll take your women and train them to serve him, but
as for you, you are mine. My master doesn't let me play on my own often,
but when he does you are going to serve me well."

She punctuated the sentence with a slap on my ass. I thanked her.

"The proper way to respond is thank you Mistress Summer."

She spanked me again, her bare hand feeling tantalizingly good on my
butt. This time I responded as she wished.

"Better," she replied. "Now add may I please have another."

And so my training began. Within minutes of walking down the stairs my
mistress had reduced me to a naked, crying heap of broken man begging her
to beat me harder. Her hand gave way to a paddle which soon was switched
for a flogger so she could work on my back and legs. My body was on fire
and my cock was hard rubbing against the bench. I didn't dare touch
it. Mistress Summer had warned me about cumming without permission and I
knew I'd squirt after 1 or 2 strokes.

I felt a euphoric release of emotions as Mistress Summer continued her
conquest of me. Although I got off harder than I ever had when Master James
would humiliate me in front of my wife and daughter, I felt in my heart
that submitting to Mistress Summer would be even better. I wanted nothing
more than to please her and knew I would not refuse any request she made of
me. I prayed silently that she would let me lick her pussy or even better
to fuck her. I knew she deserved better than my pathetic cock, but
hopefully she would let me try to make her happy. I began to lose track of
time and definitely was no longer thinking of my sweet daughter being
defiled upstairs.

 After Mistress Summer decided I had learned why kind of pain she could
inflict if she chose, she told me she wanted to give me some pleasure. She
told me to stay bent over the bench and that she would be right back. I
could hear her walking around the dungeon but I couldn't see her. Finally I
sensed that she was behind me again a feeling that was confirmed when my
asshole puckered involuntarily when I felt a cool gel being applied to my
backside. Then I felt the pressure of a gloved finger pressing against my
asshole.

"Just relax," my mistress cooed. "I'm sure you've had a prostate exam
before."

She was right. My doctor had stuck his finger up my ass before. Although I
never admitted it to anyone, when he massaged my prostate it did feel
good. I `d since done some research and found most guys like that
sensation, but will never admit it. That was where I was at that
moment. But Mistress Summer didn't make me admit I wanted her to finger
me. She was going to do it whether I said OK or not. Again she relieved me
of the need to make any decisions. She knew what would make me feel good
and what she enjoyed doing to a man.

She wiggled her finger around in my ass and then would pull out and add
more lube. She greased me up thoroughly. In retrospect I should have
realized she was preparing me to take more than just her finger, but at
that moment I was lost in the sensation and the lust of submitting to
her. When she was satisfied she pulled her hand away and gave me another
spank. This time remnants of the lube splatter across my ass.

"Hold the position a little longer slave," she commanded.

I didn't move.

This time she returned with what I later learned was a large glass butt
plug. It hurt as she pushed it into my ass, although the stretching felt
like I was taking a massive shit it really didn't hurt long or as bad as
the paddle on my ass. As soon as my ring snapped shut to the base of the
plug, I actually kind of liked it. It was ticking my prostate and I knew
from the shape I could not push it out myself. God how I hoped she would
relieve my cock soon. I felt like I was going to burst. Of course she had
other plans.

Mistress Summer told me to stand up and walk with her. Well not exactly
with her. Behind her. Two steps behind and one to the right to be
exact. The plug made it difficult to walk. Fortunately we only had to go
about 10 feet before we reached a free standing closet with a full body
mirror on the front. Mistress told me to twirl in front of the mirror and
look at her handiwork. The front of my body was its usual pale not out in
the sun enough self. My backside was another story. I'm sure the color had
already faded somewhat. By back and legs were a light pink, but my ass was
starting to turn purple with bruises. I doubt my wife would have noticed my
back and legs but if she saw my ass she would know I'd been beaten. Of
course Master James probably told her of his plan to give me to Mistress
Summer so hiding what happened probably wasn't a big concern.

After about 15 seconds of looking at myself, Mistress Summer opened the
wardrobe. Inside was several leather and latex outfits. Some looked like
costumes, in fact I could see a maid's costume that I briefly fantasized
would look great on my mistress, and several full body suits. This was what
mistress chose for me. I'd never worn latex before. Heck, I'd never even
seen a suit like that before. It looked very small and I wondered how it
would fit on me. As if she was reading my mind, Mistress Summer explained.

"I'm going to cover you in baby powder. That will make this slip on
easier. There is also a zipper up the back. It will be a tight squeeze, but
I think you will like it."

Tight wasn't the word I would have used. Unyielding was the proper
adjective. After a struggle, she had me encased head to toe in the shiny
black material. While the suit did not have feet, Mistress Summer put tight
boots on my which zipped shut up to about the middle of my shin. There was
a 4 inch heel. I'd never walked in heels before which slowed me down as did
the extreme fit of the cat suit. I wasn't going anywhere fast. On my head
my mistress put a hood over me which fit like a swimming cap only it was
long enough to cover my entire head down to my neck where it met the cat
suit. At first as she pulled it over me I started to get stressed out and
hyperventilate. But with soothing tones my mistress convinced me to
relax. While there was no eye or mouth holes in the hood there were two
small holes covering my nose. I couldn't see more than vague shapes, but I
wasn't going to suffocate. That knowledge made it easier to accept my new
position.

Mistress Summer helped me back to the bench. This time she lay me down on
my back. I then learned the purpose of the articulated arms and legs on the
bench. After securing my wrists and ankles tightly with some straps,
mistress adjusted the bench so my arms were stretched outward as if I was
spread eagled. She left my legs together. Then she pulled the zipper
holding the suit together at my crotch and opened it reliving some of the
tightness and more importantly letting my cock spring free. I didn't
actually expect her to allow me to orgasm. That would be too much to ask
for I realized, but at least it wasn't pressing painfully into the latex
like a torturous jock-strap.

Mistress Summer then announced it was time for her to get more pleasure. I
thought that meant she was going to fuck me. But instead she straddled my
head and began to slide her pussy back and forth over my covered face. I'm
sure the latex was slick with her juices. There was no way to conceal what
she was feeling based on the moans echoing off the concrete walls and the
smell of arousal flowing through the tiny air holes in my cap.

Mistress Summer started slowly but soon she was riding my face with
abandon. And I loved it. I was bound hand and foot unable to help or stop
her. I was a toy for her pleasure. I sensed she was nearing
orgasm. Thinking back to how she told me not to cum without permission I
wondered if she had the same restriction given to her by Master James. I
decided she must have been instructed to get herself close but not climax
because she started to slow down a little and then would speed up again,
but I don't think she came. At least she didn't have the big screaming
orgasm I would assume she would erupt into if given the
opportunity. Finally I heard the door open and three sets of feet walk into
the room. I also heard the audible gasp of a woman.

"Stop," was the simple one word command issued by Master James and the
beautiful woman masturbating herself on my face froze.

"Oh my God," I heard Anne say. My heart sank, along with my cock, as I
realized my daughter was in the room. At least she wouldn't recognize me
dressed this way. She'd still think Tony was downstairs.

"Anne, Jillian, as you can see, Summer has been very well trained," Master
James explained.

I put in my memory bank that the red headed woman from the bar was named
Jillian. I wondered what they must be thinking.

"As I explained upstairs, my slaves are not allowed to orgasm without
permission. Usually you will be in my presence but if I instruct you to cum
somewhere else, you must call my voicemail so I can hear you."

I wondered how Master James ever got so confident that he could order a
woman to only cum in his presence or on the phone. I had no doubt both
women would follow his instructions and realized why Summer had struggled
so hard to stay on the edge but not go over.

"Anne, my special slave Summer will also be your mistress. She will train
you how to be a good slut. We will both teach you how to control your lust
and your orgasms. Tonight you will become a woman."

I didn't want to believe what I just heard him say, but I knew then that he
had not taken my daughter's cherry. I was pretty sure he didn't intend for
Summer to get that privilege which only left Jillian and me. And I was the
only one with a cock so guess who was going to get that task.

"But first, my dear Summer needs a reward. Would you like to cum, slave?"

"Yes master," I heard Summer reply. "More than ever."

"Very well. Get a chin strap. You can demonstrate the proper technique for
riding a cock to Anne."

I wanted to cry. Master James was going to "force" my sweet innocent
daughter to take her own virginity on her father's cock. But all I could
think about was helping my mistress cum. In my mind she deserved it after
having to deal with me for the last hour. I felt her sliding a harness over
my head and then pressure against my chin. Then I felt Summer mount me
again and the pressure against my chin increase until her ass was against
my face again. Also returned was the sweet smell of her arousal assailing
my nostrils.

"Please master can I begin," I heard her beg.

"Anne, look at how well the dildo fills her," I heard him explain. I then
sensed the three other people had walked over for a closer look. "Slowly
Summer. Show her how it's done."

I felt the pressure lessen and then I realized what she was doing. She had
mounted a dildo on my chin and was fucking herself. I could feel the hot
breath of my daughter as she was positioned right over my head watching the
dildo disappear into the increasingly passionate Summer.

"Watch it slide in and out and imagine that is his cock penetrating
you. That is what you want isn't in Slave Anne?" he asked.

Mistress Summer had picked up her pace and was now moaning in passion, but
it was Anne who was struggling to breathe. Finally she managed to agree
that she wanted a cock and she wanted it now. Master James instructed her
where to find a cock ring saying he wanted to be sure she got all the cock
she could handle. I wished I could talk to tell her to beg James to take
her cherry and that he would give her more cock than I ever could, but my
bondage prevented that. This was going to happen whether I wanted it to or
not. I felt a delicate hand on my cock.

"Wait one minute Anne," James told her. "I want you to watch Summer
orgasm."

Master James instructed Summer to count down from twenty, one number per
stroke, and then she could cum. James had trained her well for her to
withstand such pleasurable torture. Summer slammed her ass down on my face
harder and harder. She obviously was concerned only with her pleasure not
the impact she was making on my face. I also imagined Anne and Jillian
watching in awe as this beautiful woman finally exploded in the kind of
orgasm they had probably only dreamed of having. I also thought how seeing
her cum sealed their fate as they would do anything for Master James to
give them that kind of climax. I pictured Jillian dropping to her knees
right then and kissing his feet or sucking his cock. But my happy vision of
the beautiful redhead submitting was short lived. As Summer climbed off me
I realized Anne was next.

I shook against my bonds. It was futile but I had to try. I cursed through
my latex cap, but I doubt I was intelligible. If I was nobody seemed to
care. I heard James ask Jillian if she knew how to put on a cock ring. She
said she was familiar with the device. He told her to show Anne the proper
way to use it while he explained how it would keep the blood in my cock
until she was done with me.

"That might be a while," I heard my daughter exclaim. I started to feel
dizzy.

"Calm down sweetie," I heard Mistress Summer console me. "You know you both
want this."

I then felt someone beginning to climb over my leg. I prayed that it was
Jillian. I prayed that James had already taken Anne's virginity and this
was just an elaborate ruse they were playing on me to amuse themselves. I
felt the wet lips of an aroused pussy contact the head of my penis. Then
slowly it began to envelop me. I pictured Jillian on top of me. Slowly
easing her way down onto my cock. But the feeling I was getting was too
tight. Jillian let herself get picked up at a bar and sucked me off to get
at James. There was no way her pussy was as tight as the one encircling my
dick. No, it had to be Anne. They had not been lying. I started to cry.

Anne was going slowly. I knew it was because she was inexperienced. The
effect was to tease my cock beyond belief. If she had been doing it on
purpose I would have called her a cock tease and wanted to slam my hard-on
into her. But she was my little girl and I wanted her to go slow and
stretch properly. I'd never had a virgin before. I would have enjoyed this
if I had a different partner. But all I could do was lay there while she
impaled herself on me. Finally I felt the resistance of her hymen. I could
tell she felt it too. I imagined her looking up for advice. I wanted to
scream, "Just do it already," if for no other reason than to end my
nightmare.

I heard her cry out in pain as the protective tissue gave way. There was no
denying it. I had defiled her in a way which would probably require her to
have years of therapy. But in the moment, I don't think either of us
cared. She began to ride me like a pro and my cock strained to release its
torrent of cum held back by the insidious ring. At some point I felt her
switch positions and lean over me instead of being upright. I never found
out if James or Summer pushed her down to take the chin dildo I was wearing
into her mouth. She was rocking back and forth as if she was with two guys,
a situation I'm sure James had already planned. Anne was grunting in
pleasure. I was struggling not to make a sound.

I heard Summer commend Anne for cleaning off her juices. She then added
that soon she would be able to drink from the source. I pictured Anne
between Summer's legs while James fucked her doggie style. I felt my balls
contract and try to shoot a load. But it was not to be. All I had was pain
and my cock remained hard for Anne to continue fucking herself.

I wondered how long it would take for her to cum. When she asked for
permission to orgasm I was proud of her for learning her submission lesson
so well. Pride was a strange emotion to be feeling right then. Anger would
have been more appropriate. But I also had a sense of satisfaction that
Anne was getting pleasure and I'm sure James and Summer were also
pleased. I expected James to toy with her and make her try to
wait. Certainly she was not as controlled as Summer and would cum without
permission. I expected James to set her up to fail so he had an excuse to
punish her. But he didn't. He simply told her to cum and almost immediately
she climaxed.

I could tell she sat back up as her mouth was now empty and she was yelling
at the top of her lungs. I heard Summer exclaim that "this one is a keeper"
and "she'll be popular." My own cock was throbbing as I tried to climax. I
was clinching and contracting over and over again and yelling into the
hood. Finally Anne slowed down and then stopped. My cock continued to
twitch. I wished they would remove the cap so I could beg to cum. I didn't
even care if Anne learned I had been the one who made her a woman.

But Summer seemed in tune with my pain and after Anne dismounted she told
my daughter she had a responsibility to relieve me. She instructed her how
to remove the ring, how to cup my balls and how to stroke my cock. There
were no illusions in the room about how long it would take me to cum. I
knew it was my daughter stroking me and I didn't care. I would have
preferred that James didn't order her to open her mouth. I would have
preferred to have her aim my cock at my chest like so many humiliating
times before. But I knew the game my master and mistress were playing. It
was less about my submission and how they were going to control Anne. As I
came in her mouth I knew they would use that knowledge someday to further
dominate her. I heard her begin to choke as volley after volley of cum shot
from my cock. I could feel some dribble onto my leg from her mouth and I
heard the sound of Summer giving her three hard spanks for "losing some of
that delicious cum."

When I was done and Anne had regained her composure, I heard James tell her
to share some of that delicious spunk with Jillian. I heard the sound of a
passionate kiss and then felt another firm hand on my cock. Someone was
stroking it. I assumed it was Summer, a fact that was confirmed when she
whispered in my ear not to lose my boner because she wasn't done with me
yet. I groaned in frustration. What else could they want from me tonight?

I heard footsteps leaving the room and the door shutting. I then felt the
mask being removed. The first thing I did was take a deep breath. The
second thing I did was squint as my eyes adjusted. My mistress was still
standing there although the rest of the room was empty. She was smiling.

"You did well my slave. So did your daughter. Soon she will be turned into
quite the little slut."

I didn't want to respond. I was still in shock at having been the one who
took her virginity and I was still ashamed that she had made me cum. Summer
looked down at me. She could tell I had been crying. I was surprised when
she cradled my head against her ample bosom and tried to console me and
tell me everything was going to be alright. She told me she could sense
that both Anne and I needed the treatment we had received. She told me that
she would soon meet my wife and based on what James had told her the need
for submission ran in the family. She gently stroked my head and I began to
calm down.

"Where do we go from here?" I asked her.

"Well, James gave me approval to fuck your ass. He says you are a worthless
piece of shit and need to learn how to submit to a dominant woman."

"I thought I already did that," I countered.

"Well, you did," she replied. "But you still had some fight in you before
Anne mounted you. I need to get that out of you. When I make you my bitch
and you cum again from it you will realize you are worthless and only good
to give pleasure to others."

"I don't want that. Let me go," I shouted.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way," she told me, this time not
to lovingly as she grabbed both my cheeks.

"Fuck you!" I shouted garnering an inner strength I didn't realize I had.

"Fuck me, huh," Summer said with a chuckle. "OK, the hard way it is."

Bound as I was I had no hope of escape, but I still had a little pride. Of
course that was soon gone. Mistress Summer seemed to relish the taking of
my anal virginity. She started by taking a red ball gag off the shelf. Just
to taunt me she rubbed it against her pussy before shoving it in my
mouth. Her taste was heavenly. I started to slip back into submissive mode.

Next she adjusted the bench so my legs were spread and unzipped my suit
further so besides exposing my cock she now had access to my ass. Although
it is hard to believe, I had forgotten with everything else that happened
about the plug she had used to fill me. I lifted my head to watch as she
examined me. She pushed and pulled the plug just a little toying with me.

"Yes, your ass stretched nicely. Soon you will not need a plug to prepare
you."

I wanted to cry again but I was determined not to let her see that. I
watched helplessly as she went back to the toy cabinet and returned with a
fairly large (OK it looked huge but I've learned that is really wasn't that
big) strap-on harness and dildo. She showed it to me and commented that
there was a small dildo on the inside so she would get pleasure as well.

"I'm going to fuck you until I cum so you better at least act like you
enjoy it and help me get off."

She was also holding a large vibrator "for both of us," she said. I gritted
my teeth. This was really going to happen. I shut my eyes. I didn't want to
watch. Soon enough she had fitted the harness around her hips and was
tugging the plug. Coming out hurt almost as much as pushing it in, but as
soon as it was gone I was overwhelmed by a feeling of emptiness. Summer was
gracious enough to relube my ass before she put the tip of her dildo at the
entrance.

"Here we go slut," she told me. Her choice of words made it clear I was the
woman in this arrangement.

With my ass having been stretched for over an hour, I offered little
resistance for her assault. In hindsight I was glad she chose a smaller
strap-on. Not that I knew any better at the moment. Summer held the
vibrator against my balls. I think she got a little tingle each time she
buried her cock to the hilt, but mostly the sensations were for me. I was
surprised how pleasurable it was to be fucked. The mix of prostrate
stimulation, the vibrator on my nuts and finally Summer's hand beginning to
work my hardening cock was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I didn't
have to fake my pleasure to help her cum. In fact I didn't want her to cum
to quickly. I loved what she was doing to me and wished I'd discovered this
year ago. My moans of pleasure mixed with her own. The sounds of lust
echoed in the room. Summer kept up words of both encouragement and derision
to keep me in my place. Once thing for sure was if I came before she did I
could expect to be beaten severely. I wasn't concerned about that. I was
just worried about pleasing her. I begged her to cum for me. I promised to
be a good slave for her and to eat her pussy or present my ass whenever she
wanted.

She told me her pleasure was at the discretion of Master James but that she
expected me to serve my wife and daughter with all my heart the way I was
pledging to serve her. She told me that wasn't just sexually but that I was
to dedicate my life to making them happy. It felt so right for me to pledge
my service to these three women. I promised to do whatever I could to make
their lives better. I promised to do whatever I was told. I promised to be
a good boy.

Apparently I pleased Summer because soon after she had a noisy, quivering
orgasm. The look in her eye was kindness, admiration and yes, even a glint
of genuine affection. I could see that the dominant role wasn't her natural
one and I understood why her greatest pleasure would come from serving
Master James. But at the moment, she was still stroking my cock and her
strap-on was still buried in my ass.

"Same test James gave me. Count down from 20 and then you may cum."

And much like she had done while fucking my face, she made the most of the
20 strokes I received from the strap-on. She slammed her cock into me with
a ferocity far beyond any I'd seen a man fuck a woman. With the straps
holding me I had to ability to recoil and absorb some of the thrust. I had
to take it. The submissive act of counting down until I was allowed to cum
was an exercise in debasement, humiliation and finally acceptance of my new
place in life. I'd like to say I made it to zero, but I didn't. I shot my
load with 5 strokes to go. Mistress Summer immediately dropped my cock as
my cum began to ooze out.

"Bad boy. You must learn to control that thing," she chastised me. But
there was still a glint of favor in her eye.

"Of course it took me a long time to learn to control my climax. James
could make me cum practically just by looking at me. I was punished a lot
before I learned but it is still tough when he teases me. I will not tell
him about this little indiscretion if you don't."

That seemed like a very good deal for me so I quickly agreed. After that
Summer untied me and helped me out of the latex cat suit. It seemed weird
to be standing there naked after so much time. Summer directed me to a
small bathroom with a shower. After I was done before I was allowed to
dress Mistress Summer had me kneel before her a kiss her foot. I was hers
now and also pledged to my wife and daughter. Summer let me dress and then
escorted me upstairs and to my car. It was a location I should have been in
hours ago. But oh how my life had changed in those two hours. Walking out
of the door I heard my sweet Anne scream again in orgasm from one of the
bedrooms. I wondered if James was fucking her or if she was with
Jillian. Perhaps she was masturbating and putting on a show for the others.
My mind was a rage with possibilities.

Summer escorted me to the car. She had not dressed. She was still naked but
didn't seem concerned about walking out of the house that way. When we
reached my car she give me a passionate kiss. I felt more connected to her
than I was with my wife.

"You need to wait here. We'll send Anne out when she is done. She'll likely
be sore tomorrow and need to sleep. Give her anything she wants. Help her
make sense of everything. She's had a long confusing night. You've been a
good boy. I look forward to playing with you again. Good night."

And without waiting for an answer she turned and ran back toward the
house. I sat and waited. How was I going to explain to Liz that I was the
one who took Anne's cherry. Maybe I didn't have to. Maybe Anne still
thought I was Tommy. After all I was covered from head to toe. Maybe this
would be my little secret. I was sure life would not be so simple, but I
could dream.

I expected Anne to come out fairly quickly as I had heard her cum as Summer
escorted me out of the house. But apparently the boundless energy of youth
meant she was a long time from finishing. Or perhaps the three adults
taking advantage of her just took turns fucking the shit out of her. Or
perhaps she fell asleep at some point. Whatever the reasons she didn't
leave the house until the sun was pink on the horizon. She looked like she
was having trouble walking. No doubt both her holes had been fucked and by
a bigger dick than I had. I was sure Summer or Jillian used the strap-on on
her too. Perhaps the DP'ed her or even filled all three of her holes at
once. I tried to shake those naughty images from my head before she opened
the door.

"Thanks for coming back for me dad," she told me.

I couldn't bring myself to tell her I'd spent the night waiting. This way
maybe she wouldn't realize what we had done.

"No problem lovebug. How was your night?"

I wasn't really sure I wanted to know.

"It was crazy. I'm definitely an experienced kinkster now, as Master James
called me."

She didn't mention losing her virginity and I didn't press the issue. In
fact we drove home mostly in silence. Back at home she went straight to her
room to crash. When I walked into my bedroom my wife was in bed
asleep. Pulling back the covers I noticed she had her butt plug in. My own
ass twitched in sympathy. Liz stirred waking up slowly.

"Hi Honey," she said. "What a night I had."

I didn't want to tell her nothing she could have done would have been worse
(or better) than the night Anne and I had.

"James sent Tommy and two other friends over. They took turns fucking
me. They insisted on cumming in my ass and then plugging me to wait for
you. Some woman called about 4am saying you would be home soon and that you
learned to appreciate a woman sitting on your face."

My face burned with shame. Although she was obviously tired she must have
been keen on removing the plug because she got up and straddled my
head. She then began to pull the plug out. I knew I was about to be
rewarded with the cum of three men, one of which I had impersonated while
fucking Anne. I hoped Liz never talks to Anne about this because if she
knows Tommy was here I would be so busted. Liz scooted down and let the cum
drain from her ass. She then told me to lick it clean and finally bent
forward so I could lick her pussy and nibble her clit. At least I knew how
to still please her orally although I had no idea where our lives were
heading.

The next couple of weeks we fell into a routine. James was right about
turning my sweet Anne into a complete slut. See seemed to be going out with
a different guy every night. She would come home with her clothes
disheveled and her hair messed up. In my mind I could smell the spunk
drying on her body under her clothes. At least she didn't make me lick off
the discharge of her suitors. That was a task Liz continued to make me
perform. Although she didn't go out as often as Anne, I could tell Liz was
probably with more total partners. Each night when she came home I would
immediately follow her to the bedroom and eat her pussy and suck her ass
until she told me to stop. Usually that meant giving her two or three
additional orgasms.

Liz was getting very adept at treating me like the piece of shit that I
am. It was clear the only think I was good for in her mind was bringing
money home to the family and pleasing her orally. I couldn't bring myself
to tell her, but every time I was between her legs I longed to feel her
fucking me like Mistress Summer had done. I even started to fantasize about
have Liz fuck me while I ate out Anne.

On Saturday night James and Summer stopped by. James stayed to fuck Liz
while I watched, my face burning in shame as his cock gave her the pleasure
mine could not. Summer picked up Anne and they went out. I don't know where
they went and Anne wouldn't tell me even though I badgered her about
it. But when she returned she was having trouble walking. I assumed Summer
had beaten her and then fucked her like she had done to me. Anne seemed
happy about what transpired, but I was curious. I was hoping she would give
me insight in how to get back into James' dungeon with Summer dominating me
again, but it wasn't to be.

Fourth of July was fast approaching and Liz informed me that we were
hosting a party. She said her new friends (I assume that meant James,
Summer and whoever she'd been fucking) would be coming over. She also said
it would be my independence day. But she wouldn't elaborate. I was
nervous. Liz made sure I had the house ready. She even bought me a maid's
costume so I could look the part while cleaning the house. When I had to
work outside in the yard she made me wear tiny brief style Speedo. I am
thin and kind of lanky so the swim suit really looked inappropriate. I
wondered what my neighbors thought of me on my hands and knees weeding the
flower beds with my ass in the air and a tiny black swimsuit covering my
butt. In the end it didn't matter. I was pleasing my wife so she could be
proud of our house when her new lovers came over and that was all I cared
about.

James and Summer were the first to arrive for the party. Summer was
carrying another outfit on a hanger covered by a dry cleaning bag. My heart
sank when I saw it was another maid's costume. This one was a French maid's
style and it was made out of leather. It also had large fake breasts
attached to it. Summer made me dress the part. By the time she was done I
was also wearing a long blonde wig, fishnet stockings with a garter belt, a
thong and I was teetering around the house on high heels. I was instructed
to mingle with the guests, serve drinks and carry the snack tray
around. Needless to say I was not really motivated to comply (although I
knew I would) until Liz pulled me aside and told me she would make sure I
have the best orgasm of my life later if I did this for her now. She then
gave me a kiss on the cheek. It was a simple kiss lasting just a moment,
but I sensed a feeling of appreciation for me on her part that I had not
felt for a long time. Of course I would do what she wanted.

I didn't know most of the guests. Aside from Summer, Liz and Anne they were
all guys. I guess there were about a dozen at any given time, although they
came and went frequently so I don't know how many were there in total. Liz
and Anne seemed to be taking turns sneaking off to the bedroom with one or
more of the guys. They always came back smiling. Some would leave and a few
stayed to party. They all looked at me with disgust. James and Summer did
not partake in the bedroom festivities. They seemed happy to mingle and
converse with the guys. I could tell I was a frequent subject of the
conversation although I didn't want to hear the specifics. I'd deliver the
drinks or snacks and the turn and retreat back to the safety of the
kitchen.

On two occasions Liz tracked me down and brought me to the bedroom to
pleasure her. I could tell the bed had seen a lot of action. Besides having
her grab my head and pulling my mouth tight against her oozing pussy to
clean her out, she seemed to delight in pressing my face against the wet
spots on the sheets and making me lick the mix of fluids from so many
contributors. Anne seemed happy just to fuck whoever wanted to fuck her and
basically ignored me.

The party finally started to wind down. Both Liz and Anne were just walking
around naked, their clothes ripped from their bodies long ago. Summer also
had stripped off her party dress but was still wearing a corset and
stockings. She had been directing some of the guys in how to best pleasure
my women but also had taken the time to suck on James' cock. Apparently the
sexual energy of the party had gotten to him and he ordered her to blow him
while he sat in my recliner in the living room. After she was done and
licking her lips savoring every last drop of his load she asked if she
could pick out a couple of guys to fuck. With a wave of his hand James said
"three," and off she went pulling three willing partners into my daughter's
bedroom. Oh how I wanted to watch her getting ravaged. I pictured her on
her hands and knees getting double penetrated by two studs while the third
stood in front of her and fed her his cock. I also dreamed of cleaning her
up after they were done with her. It was a crazy night.

Finally only James, Summer, Liz, Anne and I were left. The women were all
pretty fucked out. James had only cum the one time in Summer's mouth. I was
a little afraid that he would want me to suck him off again. I would have
if he asked, but apparently he had other plans. He must have been the one
to instruct Liz to promise me a huge orgasm because he had something
special and dangerous ready for me.

"Have you ever heard of autoerotic asphyxiation?" he asked me.

The nervous look on my face was an obvious answer.

"I've never done it, but I've always been curious about it," James
continued. "When the brain is deprived of oxygen, it induces a lucid,
semi-hallucinogenic state. When you cum the rush is said to be no less
powerful than cocaine, and highly addictive. Of course some have
accidentally killed themselves trying to catch the rush, but don't worry,
we'll be here to make sure nothing goes wrong."

Liz had wandered over and added "Don't worry honey. I'll make sure my
favorite tongue is safe."

James sent Summer back to the car to get his bag of tricks. She returned
with a duffle bag and we headed to the basement. Summer dumped the bag onto
a table. There was a coil of rope already tied with a noose on one
end. There was also his usual assortment of cuffs, blindfolds, gags,
dildos, Summer's strap-on and butt plugs. I was surprised he had not
brought them out earlier, but I guess the girls just wanted to start with
straight sex. My experiment apparently heralded the start of the kinky part
of the party. Summer then brought over a chair and positioned it under a
beam in the basement ceiling.

"Don't worry baby," she cooed to me. "I've done this before. It's like
nothing you've ever experienced. You'll cum so hard you'll be ruined for
straight sex."

I didn't like the thought of that. I'd read the stories of guys
accidentally hanging themselves. James told Anne to bind why wrists behind
my back. That seemed strange as I though the purpose was for me to jerk
off. But I played along. Then she helped me onto the chair which I thought
was too unstable. Liz was busy on her iPad. Apparently she was doing
research.

"Hey guys listen to this," she exclaimed. "It's from Wikipedia. The carotid
arteries (on either side of the neck) carry oxygen-rich blood from the
heart to the brain. When these are compressed, as in strangulation or
hanging, the sudden loss of oxygen to the brain and the accumulation of
carbon dioxide can increase feelings of giddiness, lightheadness, and
pleasure, all of which will heighten masturbatory sensations."

Everybody listened with interest but nobody but me seemed concerned that I
was about to choke myself for their viewing pleasure. This orgasm had
better be worth it I thought as Anne slid the noose over my head and
tightened down the knot.

"OK Sebastian," James began. Liz is going to pull those little panties
you've been wearing down. She will stroke your cock. When you start getting
close to cumming I need you to kind of squat down and let the rope tighten
the rest of the way. Don't jump off the chair whatever you do. When people
get hung they executioner drops them to break their neck. We don't want
that to happen. Liz is going to keep stroking you until you get right to
the edge of passing out and then she'll finish you off. Summer is going to
record this on the iPad. I bet you will shoot a load six feet. Ready."

I nodded. I didn't have any choice anyway.

Liz quickly pulled down my panties and my cock sprang free. It was already
hard. It didn't know any better. Liz poured some baby oil on my dick and
began rubbing me. She was kneeling in front of me looking up at my
concerned face. She was smiling.

"Let go your worries baby. Mommy is here. She's not going to let anything
bad happen to you. You were born to serve me. You were born to serve
others. I love when you eat cum from my ass and pussy. I'm so glad you were
the one to pop Anne's cherry and make her the slut she was born to be. I
can't wait to fuck your ass like Mistress Summer did. She said you came so
hard. This is going to be the best summer ever."

Liz kept up her encouragement. Did she just accidentally tell Anne I was
the one who took her virginity? How did she know Summer had fucked
me. James must have told her. My cock was a rock in her hands. Even the
look of disgust on Anne's face didn't soften me. She kept looking at me and
then looking at James. I don't think she knew before that I was the one in
the basement that night. I looked at her and tried to mumble an apology but
my mind wasn't working. What could I say anyway? "Sorry I fucked you honey
and made you a slut?"

I felt myself involuntarily buckling my knees tightening the noose. James
told Liz to slow down a little. I began to feel light headed. "Oh baby,
please let me cum," I begged Liz. I saw her look to James for approval. He
shook his head. I looked back down at Liz. She was staring at my cock. The
room began to spin and my vision was becoming blurred. I saw Summer holding
the iPad recording the action. I saw Anne get up and walk upstairs. Again I
begged for Liz to finish me off. James said "Not yet. Soon."

I could feel my balls beginning to swell. If I survived this was going to
be a monumental orgasm. I began to take more of my weight off my legs and
transfer it to the noose. I could feel the rope constrict against my
neck. I was sure James really intended me to pass out. If that was what I
needed to do to orgasm then that is what I was going to do. I saw Anne
returning down the stairs. She was carrying the dry cleaning bag. My eyes
opened wide and suddenly I could focus. She walked up to me and slapped me
hard across the cheek. Liz began stroking me harder. I moaned.

"You sick fuck," Anne screamed at me. "You should have protected
me. Instead you gave me to James. Do you know all the fucked up shit he did
to me and all the guys he made me fuck. Now I learn you took my cherry that
night. You gave me the orgasm that changed my life? You were the one that
turned me into a cock whore? Well fuck you! You want to cum so bad you will
asphyxiate yourself? Well fine motherfucker. See if I care!"

Anne slapped me again and I dropped my head in shame. Liz's hands were
flying against my penis. I was about to explode. The lack of oxygen and the
humiliation and shame of Anne's tirade coupled with the knowledge that she
was right had me on the edge. Then I felt Anne putting the dry cleaning bag
over my head. Immediately I lifted my head and began to struggle. I had a
flight reaction. She was going to kill me. My struggles knocked the chair
loose and I took all my weight on the noose. My mind was spinning. The
world was blurring again and starting to go dark. I felt the biggest load
of my life rising from my balls and then a bright light searing into my
brain as I felt my orgasm begin. I gasped for air. The world went
black. Was I dead?