Linda, I’ve been married for nearly ten years now and have enjoyed a fantastic sex life through most of that time. She works in law enforcement while I run the dry cleaning business. We were always the kinky ones, into bondage and alternative sex since there wasn’t much vanilla around here. Her use of handcuffs and restraints at work has actually made her more dominant over the years. Now that she’s in her late 40s, she was becoming nothing less than a sex-crazed woman who is horny 24/7. Over the last three years or so, she has become increasingly dominant; most of it went unspoken as she just leads and I follow. It first started with her walking in wearing heels and holding a collar, leading me off to the bedroom. Things graduated rapidly to four-point restraints, hoods, gags, and ball and tit torture. Sometimes she would fuck me; other times she’d tease me or just leave me alone while carrying on her day, but in the end, we always had incredible sex with her orgasming wildly. Over time, she stopped fucking me unless I was totally tied down, hooded, and chained, exactly how she liked it.
This continued for a while before she stepped up the ante with text messages and demands about where I needed to be and at what times. Usually, this meant being on my knees in the master closet, hooded and collared. She would then arrive to lock the restraints, shut the hood, and secure the collar tightly. Being in law enforcement, she seldom went anywhere without being double-locked with both handcuffs and leg irons. Her motto was always: “I will lead; you must follow and not mess it up,” as she never wanted to go back.
Linda had a work friend named Wendy who was just as kinky, sharing some of this dynamic with her. I have no idea how much detail they shared because the first time I asked about it, the look Linda gave me made it clear that’s not where their road went, so I never brought it up again. After Christmas in 2010, Linda came home and told me Wendy had caught her husband cheating on her. She was totally pissed off—like someone had cheated on her, which was the furthest thing from the truth. Needless to say, Linda and Wendy were on the phone constantly, and I knew they were plotting something, though I didn’t know what yet. Some nights, Linda would come home, chain me up, and stay on the phone for hours. On those nights, she’d use her deprivation hood so I could hear practically nothing, but at the end of it all, we still had great sex with one difference: when she mounted my cock, she was soaking wet. Now I really wondered what was going on?
Finally, a few days later, I found out that Wendy had decided not to divorce her husband Mark but instead have his cock pierced with a tag hanging from the ring saying “Property of Wendy” along with her phone number. At the time, I thought this was quite an innovative solution. I’d always wanted my own cock secretly pierced for about ten years, so when I told Linda, it seemed like a dream come true to her. Within a week, I had a 12g PA piercing in my cock. Little did I know why she was so happy at the time, but I found out later.
Over the next several months, life continued as usual, and once I healed enough for sex again, she began fucking me regularly while hooded and chained. I once asked her why she rarely fucks me when I’m not fully restrained. She said, “You look fabulous, but you look even better at my mercy.” We left it at that.
In 2011, we returned to the piercer several times until they fitted a larger ring—eventually settling on a solid 2g ring that required tools for removal—and that’s where it sits today. It never comes out. I later found out Wendy had been doing the same thing with Mark.
Mark and I finally met one evening, planned by Linda and Wendy at a local restaurant. The girls announced we were on the same training course together and would be going out in drag for Halloween. We’d both be graded by our respective wives as we swapped partners for the night. They picked our outfits in advance, and we needed to meet regularly to practice our walks and mannerisms because they didn’t want us looking like amateur crossdressers; they wanted to go out with their girlfriends who would grade us on this outing. Makeup artists and coaches were already assigned to us, and we had a dry run at Linda’s house on October 20th. The women were ecstatic about our rehearsal and gave us lists of things to work on for the big night. They looked as excited as I’d ever seen them; we just wondered what was next.
Well, Halloween arrived. We wore classy outfits, heels, had shaved completely, and looked ready to take on town. Mark and I got into the back seat with the girls in front. Before heading out, they told us we were going to a fairly high-class lounge at a nice golf club a couple of counties over because they didn’t want to be recognized by our usual crowd. Mark and I just stared at each other thinking WTF? But what else could we do? We were all in.
We arrived at valet parking, stepped out, and there was no mistaking who was in charge: us! We looked so good and had the whole thing down perfectly—the women followed behind, and our swap happened. It was a complete flip within thirty seconds, nothing like what I expected. Men held doors for Mark and me while the girls lagged slightly behind. Being in law enforcement, they kept pretty poker faces and were determined to pull this off.
Long story short: we had a ball, barely got detected, treated like queens, then headed back to our neck of the woods to be shown around town. We ended up winning Best Costume at two out of the five places we visited that night, plus $200 cash. New career? I think not—but it was really fun despite being quite a bit of work.
Remember when I said we’d be graded? Well, the weekend came around, and on Friday afternoon, I received a text: at 2 PM Saturday, I needed to be in the closet with my hood on. My mind started racing immediately, continuing all night long, though it was long ago agreed that I would do as told without asking prying questions before or after anything unless she felt it was my right to know and informed me.
It was a sleepless Friday knowing we had never been officially graded, yet the silence was deafening—I knew something was up. I spent the morning messing things up but ensuring everything remained available for Linda at 2 PM sharp because there could be no excuse for being late. At 1:40 PM, I showered and took my position by 1:59 PM, hooded in her sensory deprivation favorite (which she’d left out the day prior). At exactly 2 PM, I felt vibrations through the floor with little sound, and a couple minutes later smelled Wendy’s perfume. I knew I was done for.
As usual, the leather restraints went on; the hood locked tight, collar applied secured, hands cuffed in front, legs bound behind—all set—then she came to my neck with Wendy screaming “Get up, Worm!” I was taken and strapped onto the bed. From then on, it was all Wendy. She always had long nails that dug into my cock as she asked repeatedly, “Do I have your attention?” All I could do was nod.
From there, she informed me how my life was going to be changed from now onward. Linda seemed present somewhere nearby but unsure where. Before I knew it, my arms were unchained; I sat up as my hood switched to one with an open mouth for hearing. Chained back down again and able to hear clearly, there was a smooth-shaved pussy over my mouth and nostrils—it was Wendy delivering her prepared statement.
She started by informing me that Mark and I had done such a good job on Halloween night that both of them decided we no longer needed men’s underwear. All our clothes were replaced with women’s styles, including spanx. With that, she sat right on my face shouting, “Show appreciation for our caring attitudes!” She continued explaining how the two dominant women had decided ther
Discipline was now part of the equation. Wendy would take charge of me, while Linda handled Mark. She continued sitting on my face, using each point she made to gauge my enthusiasm and ride it out. I could always check the calendar in the kitchen to see if any black marks had appeared for missteps. Crucially, I was not supposed to speak up about My Lifestyle or my personal needs; this era belonged to her, and I needed to gracefully accept whatever she dispensed. After that declaration was read, I had to bring Wendy to an orgasm with my mouth within 60 seconds, which I managed comfortably before the time ran out. Then a funnel went into my mouth, and warm urine from one of them slid down my throat.
I was unchained but still collared to the bed and hooded as they informed me that Linda would now deal with Mark. From what I heard, a similar scene unfolded there, though it was more brutal since Mark had been caught cheating some time ago, and Linda was truly furious with him. About an hour later, I heard the heels again, and life returned to normal… Kind of… after I was released. As usual, I never brought anything up, knowing that doing so could cause a black mark on the calendar.
Now dressed in women’s underwear or Spanx, life just kind of went along with great sex and Linda having her way with me sexually until 4 days after Thanksgiving when I received a registered letter at work from Wendy. It stated that I was to be in the master closet and ready by 1 pm on Thursday. I started shaking because I knew something significant was happening, and she had an evil mind behind it. The letter made it very clear not to tell Linda or Mark that you had received this, or else. The rest of the week was hard to get through as I spent most of it aroused but also afraid.
Thursday 1 pm arrived, and I was ready: hooded and cuffed. I heard more than one set of heels coming my way. Everything was locked on; the steel cuffs were applied, and with the collar secured, I wasn’t going anywhere. I was jerked to my feet and led through the house down to the basement. It seemed the girls had created their own dungeon while I hadn’t been watching. My arms were hoisted over my head and my legs chained apart. They went upstairs for a bit but returned laughing, and before I knew it, Wendy was putting a cock cage on my soft dick, then the lock clicked—it happened so quickly. I felt helpless.
Then came the sermon from Wendy: “All you men are only as loyal as your options allow, but today that changes. You will never fuck your wife unless you are tied to the bed, and you will not get off that bed without this cage on. My husband cheated on me, so I won’t let it happen to my best friend. So sorry if my husband has made your life inconvenient, but that’s how it is from now on, period. I have your keys, and Linda has Mark’s; he was locked up two hours ago and is still at home hogtied. Let me be clear: if you cause Linda trouble, you’ll end up down here dealing with me, and I will bring my baton—it won’t be pretty, but it won’t happen often. Oh, by the way, your piercing ensures your cage is inescapable as it hooks through it. I am leaving now.” Twenty minutes later, Linda came back downstairs, unchained me, and the next several days were very quiet between us except for one night at 3 am when she simply rolled over, sat on my face until she orgasmed, then rolled back over to sleep. She had finally seized all the power, and she knew it.
Over the next couple of weeks, we were both let out a few times to orgasm and have sex, but Mark and I were told we would be doing Thanksgiving together and that more guidelines would come into place soon. Both Mark and I remained horny constantly, wondering what these two were up to now. With their two kids away from home—one at school and one in the military—Wendy was as free as Linda to sit and dream up their plans.The night of Thanksgiving started at 1 pm at our house. Mark and Wendy arrived then, and as soon as she got through the door, she locked a collar on Mark while Linda secured mine. They were both just oozing dominance. Being naturally submissive, I was probably enjoying this slightly more than Mark, though I wasn’t entirely sure since we were rarely alone to speak and had been warned not to communicate openly.
Both women couldn’t help themselves grabbing our caged packages. I started feeling that my wife and Wendy weren’t opposed to sharing us, and perhaps soon we would just become objects to them, with the marriage tie mattering less than it did before. We all helped get dinner to the table around 5:30 pm; it was fabulous, as were the couple of bottles of wine. But then it was time to clean up and sit down for our talk.
As usual, Wendy started off… She handed Mark and me a sheet of paper covered in websites and blogs where we could learn more about what we had gotten ourselves into. It also included names and passwords for the ones she had set up that needed them. We were instructed to write down the website addresses on papers beside our home computers whenever we left comments or questions so they could monitor us.
We were also informed that as of Monday, laundry was now our problem, and we would be graded on several factors (e.g., laundry room cleanliness, folded clothes in drawers, ironing). Wendy made it clear that ‘laundry’ meant going from lying on the floor beside the bed to being lovingly placed back where they came from. Sheets and towels were to be done every Sunday. I just looked at Mark with a blank stare, but we both knew better than to show any emotion.
Then it was Linda’s turn. She informed us that Christmas would be celebrated on the 26th at our house, and we were all buying each other gifts. She handed out another sheet of paper listing bondage, leather, and PVC sites from which Mark and I could shop. Linda also noted that since she held Mark’s keys and Wendy had mine, Linda would buy for Mark and Wendy for me. Where they shopped was none of our business, but we were limited to $500 per gift and must include a hood. These two girls loved their hoods and cuffs, so the long story short is: this year, Mark and I were buying for each other’s wives, not our own.
Wendy finished off by warning that the gifts better be thoughtful, not thoughtless, and any clothing needed to fit hot at the bottom of the page. The two wives’ measurements, shoe sizes, and weights were listed there too. Our little meeting concluded promptly; it was almost 9:30 pm and getting late.
So off came Mark’s collar, and they left. The two girls hugged, kissed, and whispered to each other before heading out. A good time had been had by all.
All this structured talk must have made Linda extremely horny because for the next hour after we went too bed, my hooded and collared head worshipped between her legs with my tongue. After four orgasms, she just rolled over and went to sleep. I was getting used to her not thanking me; as she had said a few months ago, it isn’t optional—it’s your job, so don’t expect a thank you.That night I slept in my open-mouth hood and collar so as not to wake her, fearing a black mark.
The last piece of November and early December were fairly normal except I always felt the throbbing in my midsection. Now I was wearing Spanx at work because my nuts were becoming quite stretched and peeling slightly, but I soon found out that Vaseline and lotion are a man’s best friend.The only time I wore women’s underwear was at home. Some nights I even slept in Spanx to keep my caged package tight and stop the aching. The precum just oozed some nights, but reading suggested it would subside after a while. I certainly hope Wendy likes PVC as I got her a one-piece catsuit with a zipper crotch, plus a set of 5-inch high ankle PVC boots and a V-neck collar with a chain hanging from it. I also gave her a prisoner belly chain with handcuffs attached because I knew how much she liked cuffs.
fs and chain. The hood I got had a zipper and lace back with a zipper up the front that opened to an open mouth, plus a removable blindfold; it was really cool—it’s an isolation hood. Later I found a really hot set of black leather elbow gloves that I knew she would love as well. My total $447, I was done, and the laundry was now coming along nicely so I figured that would be good and we should have a fun December 26. I made sure when they arrived I had them professionally wrapped and a kinky card was included with a handwritten note just hoping I was more thoughtful than Mark, and the fact they were wrapped meant Linda wouldn’t snoop.
I was at work on December 21st really busy as everyone wanted their dry cleaning before Christmas when a dozen red roses arrived with an envelope attached. I went back to my office and opened the envelope and it read: David, I am so excited to spend christmas with you, Linda and Mark but i need to let you know there will be another meeting after our exchange of gifts. I cant wait to see what you got me now here is my number XXX XXX XXXX you need to text me and acknowledge you’ve received the flowers and the letter. Sincerely YOUR KEYHOLDER. I made sure I texted her right away with a nice text and told her I missed her and her perfume. Oh fuck here we go again.
Over the next few days I noticed there was an extraordinary amount of gifts under the tree and noticed that our living room had become a dumping ground for our kinky pleasures so I brought my stuff home the next night and added to the pile for Wendy. Im thinking this is going to be wild as this pile is growing, the girls are nowhere to be found and it’s 4 days before the 26th. Wtf is what I was thinking.
I also noticed a couple other things when I went downstairs to do laundry; someone had put more eye bolts in the beam that they were using to chain Mark and me up for discipline. When Linda arrived home I was in the office doing some more research on the Femdom lifestyle as this was one of the topics they wanted me to cover from thanksgiving but stopped to see if she needed help with stuff. She just handed me what was in her arms and told me not to come anywhere near the car so I transferred stuff from her at the front door to the counter. When she finally finished she asked me to sit in the kitchen and she went upstairs and came back with a hood and strapped it on me tight. She said you just sit there, I have some stuff to do and then we will be done. For the next 15 minutes or so she was hiding stuff and putting stuff under the tree and then after a bit it went quiet. The phone rang and the answering machine kicked in; it was Linda on the loudspeaker. She said I could take off my hood as she hadn’t locked it. It was 4 hours before she came back home but boy did she have a smile on her face. Something big was up.
Wendy and Mark had only one of the kids home for Christmas that year so Linda and I went to the casino and just kind of ignored the day as we both knew the big day was tomorrow. After a big buffet we went home early and as usual I spent a good deal of the night hooded, collared and cuffed while eating her totally shaved pink pussy. I don’t think I have seen it in 6 months but I know every inch of it and her asshole as well as Linda always loves a good rimming; she moans then and is always saying deeper. She says that is why the 12-inch chain is locked on my collar so she can pull me into her asshole tighter.
The night of Christmas we slept together and spooned most of the night although in the morning she said my cage was in her back most of the night.
Well the 26th came and the phone rang at 9:10 am and it was Wendy like a frothing dog in heat wanting to know when we could start the REAL Christmas? We agreed on noon and the men would head to the basement, strip, get on their knees and wait with their identical collars on. Noon came and Mark and I headed to the basement and did as was asked.
About 20 minutes later the girls came downstairs in the same outfits: Black leather mini shirts, 5-inch black ankle boots and a man’s white collar shirt all tucked in with about a 5-inch waist belt. They looked fucking awesome lip gloss included. We were taken upstairs by the tree and hooded with the same hood with just eye openings. Linda said she would empty our stockings and dumped them in front of us. They were identical:
- A year’s supply of women’s Venus 5 razors.
- Gift certificate and an appointment on the 30th at the nail salon who did our nails on Halloween for our feet. All nail polish to be red on toes.
- Secret deodorant.
- Lotion.
- Twenty-five Master locks all keyed the same.
- Aneros prostate massager.
I knew where this was going so now on to the gifts, the girls opened first and boy did I knock it out of the park with Wendy; she went and tried the catsuit on and changed my hood to the one I bought for her and unzipped the front and she looked awesomely mean—it was great. She peeled back the front of my new hood and planted one on me for about 30 seconds, you could tell she was turned on and raring to go.
Linda started opening her stuff from Mark and the first one was a pair of thigh-high leather boots which she immediately tried on and boy were they hot! She got to the hood next and it was pretty cool too. It was more of a form-fitted leather mask with an open mouth but it went over the eyes, nose and chin and had 4 locking buckles. Whoever that goes on is not getting out.
Mark was really smart as Linda has the greatest legs and he played to them with this form-fitting catsuit that angled straight up from the crotch to the thighs; it was long-sleeved with chrome zippers from back to front and also zippers at the tits. Also Mark had gotten her a teal steel-boned corset that is going to need more than one to get into but boy will that be hot.
After that Wendy got up and put the belly chain and cuffs on Mark and slapped his face with her usual evil grin, not a word. I knew there would be more cuffs in this mix. Now it was onto the men’s gifts; once again there was some identical stuff:
- Set of three black butt plugs and lube.
- Strap-on harnesses and dildos.
- Dog tags with our names and status as slaves on them with a phone number.
- Master lock door hanger like the realtors use with changeable combination.
- Technomarine watches with silicone strap… Black.
My gifts were a very high security set of military handcuffs with locking front (knew it, Linda loves cuffs), three different skirt and mini-skirt outfits including fucking hot shoes: pumps, ankle boots and strapped stilettos. Plus an appointment and gift certificate to get my nipples pierced. (I’m Doomed). What does a guy say getting hot women’s clothes for Christmas? In my world it is thank you honey can’t wait to see where this is going.
Wendy got Mark a maid’s outfit, a great wig, several pairs of very hot shoes and some very feminine sleepwear and a bunch of fishnet stockings. The kicker: one of his was a gym membership and a card that read on February 28th you WILL weigh 20 pounds less.
With the gifts done Linda and Wendy went to the garage and hauled in some stuff to go downstairs and then came and got us after changing hoods so we would see nothing. We headed downstairs. We were both chained up naked and hooded and our cock cages were removed and I heard them go crashing into the laundry sink. The girls went back upstairs for a bit. I knew this was going to be a long event.
Finally they returned as there was no mistake of those heels coming down the stairs and the laundry tub started running and noise was being made. I had no idea what was going to happen when it all stopped and Wendy piped up and said “Boys say goodbye to that disgusting body hair, you are now our bitches” and with that the electric trimmers were buzzing and then the vacuum. We have this raised laundry room that has a drain in the floor; I knew they weren’t done, they were turning this into an event. It must have taken an hour or so my arms were aching we had been plucked
ked like chickens rinsed dryed. They razored us from neck to toe washed us off and applied lotion. All the stuff that was in our stockings was used on us and then they dressed us the way they wanted put our cock cage back on took off our hoods and took us upstairs again to sit at the kitchen table. Wendy said the meeting will begin in ten minutes after they clean up downstairs. (they just wanted to talk) When they came upstairs they were all dressed like the dominatrixes they were rapidly becoming .Wendy sat down linda stood and started by confessing that the two of us were so hot on Halloween that the whole female thing was going to be their mission for the next year. “So new rules …As of jan 1 all body hair is to be shaved daily Wendy and I will help with your back a couple times a week just ask. Lotion is to be applied daily no more MAN hands and your cock areas will be tended to by one of us and it doesnt matter who. If either of us want our pussies licked which ever one of you that is around will be on duty. no is not an answer. The Master Key door lock? that will contain your key and Each time it is used to let you out we will change the combo as it is very easy to do. These clothes you recieved (which will be added to) including shoes are your home outfits and you will be in them within 15 minutes of your home arrival . David I forgot sleep wear dont worry youll be getting some. Your new bedtime each nite is 10 pm and you are to be on the bed spread eagle without fail every night as if you didnt notice there are now restraints hanging including weekends Most night you will be servicing and pleasing us other nights we will just want you out of our hair soo we may have some girl time . Now three more things 1)We may not always be sleeping with you two every night anymore as we may choose another room at times and those nights you will be anchored to the bed and a bucket next to it to pee in 2) Both of you put your legs up un the table now so we now may tag you as property as we also purchased screw locking ankle cuff from the eternity collar companyand they will stay on 24/7 from now on” This took a few minutes but Mark and I were both now banded Linda contined…” The watches you two recieved are to be on 24/7 they serve two purposes 1) if we want something we know you got the time and 2)you will either have cuffs on or your watch as every time you look at it you know who owns your sorry asses so dont let us ever catch them off even in the shower or you will suffer.” Wendy also made it clear that our prostates would be taken care of and they hadnt worked all that out yet as they were so set on making changes in our lives before the new year. At this point we were handed more paper that covered the new rules and some more websites we could go to help with daily shaving and ingrown hairs etc. Linda took off both of our collar and said for the first time we should go downstairs get our clothes and go out for a bit together to talk while Wendy and her got the stuff put away and their new life set up which we did. Mark and I left the house tagged as property watches firmly on cock cages locked and ankle bracelts with tags. We went a few blocks away to a small bar we both knew and sat and just looked at each other for 5 minutes before Mark said he was sorry but there was no way he wanted to divorce Wendy after his affair and after all the reading he has done he is kind of liking being the bitch in the house but how I got involved was purely an idea Wendy hatched and Linda just fell in love with. He informed me Wendy and Linda had been talking about this for months which i didnt know. He also said that Wendy has forced him to heavily read up an the Femdom lifestyle and start corresponding with some of them involved and he said that he has heard from several who were in the same circumstance and they have their cocks locked up too and they are happier than they had ever been. We talked about a bunch of stuff but never once did the topic of how were we going to get out of this come up as we agreed we were more aroused than before and were curious where it might lead . Mark thinks Wendy wants to take on a girlfriend and I told him that Linda loved big cocks and that is all I knew. The fact that Wendy or linda could be serviced by either one of us over the next year or so we both agreed would be exciting as I always knew that Linda thought Mark was hot and Linda has made enough moves on me to know where I stand with her . Mark said his number one priority was to loose that twenty pounds as the last beating he got from Linda was Bruttal and he still had bruises a week later and couldnt sit for 2 days and he knows Linda will be in charge of that again . I told him she never spoke to me about it but I knew it happened as I was chained and hooded upstairs We both agreed it was pretty evil for the girls to swap punishment roles as they arent as emotionally connected so it makes it easier for them. About an hour and a half later I got a text asking where we were? I replyed down the street at the bar . The text came back “Wendy and I have just finished a bottle of wine and you two pigs will be on all fours in the Laundry room in 15 minutes naked .Love you” i showed the text to Mark and we paid the bill and left for our appointment. Fifteen minutes later the two came down the steps dressed to kill and started hooding us and applying the restraints taking off our new watches and collaring us very tight this time. after wwe were all hoisted into position one of them went around applied locks to everything that could be locked took off our cock cages and then headed back up stairs leaving music on so mark and I couldnt talk and hear each other. It seemed like forever before they returned and when they came back I could hear photos being taken for a few minutes before i felt a condom being slid over my cock. Wendy said we had been such good sports and they wanted to make us come for the last time this year and they began to suck our condom covered cocks and using the Hitachi vibrator on them . I had no Idea if it was linda or Wendy working me over but I was getting close to blowing my load . I finally came and was screaming it felt so good and then the two of them went to finish off Mark and he was a screamer as well . It was over we were lifeless just hanging by our chain when Linda said “you know Wendy and I were talking and decided that no longer do we have to take your seed and David knows how much i hated getting up out of the bed and having that goo running down my legs so we have decided that if you come it will now always be recycled down your throats ”. With that the condom came off the end was clipped off and I was told to open and it was squeezed into my mouth. When it came to mark I could hear him squirming and was reluctant and was starting to fight and then I heard a giant WHACK! with the leather paddle. Mark was screaming and then silent as Wendy said to him “what do you say?” I heard him say “thank you Mistress she said dont thank me thank Linda he replyed “thank you Linda ” After that we were caged back up and unchained an unhooded . The girls said we were now in charge of cleaning and sterilizing all toys as well and they would beup stairs when we were done and they left. We came back upstairs dressed and relieved and Wendy thought it was time they left so Wendy made sure before they went that the men knew there next true orgasm would not be before April first but they will be milked regularly maybe together at the same time. Linda and I walked them to the door with their Christmas goodies and on the way out Linda grabbed mark by the hair and pulled him closer and said “thank you for swallowing Davids load” and then she shut the door. December 30th came and we went a couple of towns over where we had had our toes done for Halloween and met Mark and Wendy there . We were minus our ankle bracelets and tags fortunaely but were told as soon as
we got home and they were screwed back on. The girls went to the wall and decided on the shade of red for us, spoke with the owner about our next appointment, and left us there after saying they would be back. Mark and I were alone; it was a little embarrassing but gave him and me time to text back and forth. He texted that this was his first day out of women’s clothes since we last met, even wearing his belly chain and handcuffs under his shirt, and Wendy said it wasn’t coming off anytime soon. I texted her that Linda loved her strapon, every hole had been used including hers, and Mark had been training me on how to suck cock. We kept texting for a while, amazed by what we were involved in but agreeing we were having fun. Now both of us had shiny red toe polish when the girls came back to fuss over us; we paid and went outside to talk for a few minutes. Wendy stopped the conversation and said, “David, go get into the back of my car now,” so I headed there. Five or so minutes later, Wendy got in, looked back with a smile, and drove off. I knew better than to ask what was up, but five minutes later we were at the tattoo and piercing place that did my cock. Wendy turned around and said, “You will be graded on this now get out.” We went in like we owned the place, walked right up to the counter, and said our husband wanted his nipples pierced. The man said they had time to do it in 10 minutes, so we sat and waited; every time no one was looking, she grabbed my caged crotch and breathed heavily on my neck, just making me hotter. My turn came, and in 15 minutes it was done. I was sporting 12g CBRs in my very sore tits (it hurt), hoping Wendy and Linda would let them heal peacefully before playing with them later (which they did, and I was glad as they really hurt and both knew it). Wendy wanted to stop at a shoe store because she wasn’t happy with Mark’s progress in heels; she wanted to get him a 6-inch pair to train him better. She said if he can walk great in 6 inches, the rest should be easier, so she wanted to limit him to one set of heels for a month to see if she could improve them. Off we went to the kinky shoe store where she found a pair that she could lock on him. $78 later, we ended up at her place and she wanted to see me walk in these things. Obviously, I passed the test as she smiled and laughed. She said she wanted my tongue between her legs so with the shoes on, I dropped to my knees and serviced her until she was done. I finally asked where Mark was; Wendy said Linda took him to the gym and it didn’t go well, and as far as she knew he was at our place in the laundry room, and Linda would let her know when he was ready to pick up. 40 minutes later, Linda called back saying to come over and bring Mark’s ankle bracelet and tag. When we arrived, Mark was naked and hooded in front of the Christmas tree with hands cuffed and leg restraints attached to his collar; he looked like he had been hogtied and had a plug in his ass. Linda immediately attached his ankle bracelet and tag and then got mine on me. Next she lifted my shirt, saw my pierced tits, and almost melted; she was really happy and gave me a huge wet kiss. Mark, on the other hand, was red all over with whip marks on his back and ass that were welting. Linda gave Wendy the key to him and said, “He is all yours, I hope he is better.” Wendy un-restrained Mark, got him dressed, and he thanked Linda for the attention before they left.
New Year’s 2012 was uneventful at our house; I am sure Mark was too sore to do much of anything but I’m sure he wore women’s clothing and heels as I did, getting pretty good at it. Linda said she would take care of my freshly pierced tits each night when she put me to bed at 10 PM so they wouldn’t get infected, which she did. Every night in early January when I got on the bed at 10 PM, Linda came in, restrained and hooded me, shaved my crotch area, and put lotion on me; one of the best things was that she encouraged me, talked to me, and said she was more in love with me than ever. Most nights she slept with me and took off my hood when she came to bed but kept my handcuffs on as it became fun. Later in January 2012 after she had made me suck her strapon and fucked my ass with it (which she did most nights) while I was between her legs giving her nightly orgasms, she stopped me and said she had something to tell me. I stayed in position and she said, “Honey, you have done such a good job sucking on my strapon; I want to find you a man you can do that to as well, and also I want to find a man for sport fuck.” Hooded as usual, I just said okay, can you tell me more? She continued that I seemed to enjoy sucking her strapon and she was thinking if I had one or two guys I could suck off a couple times a week, I would not only be more submissive but learn to love it. She has always wanted to be with a black man and intended to join a singles site to find one to play with; she also wanted me to suck off black men only. She said I could see photos of them but would always wear my cocksucker hood and remain cuffed, never seeing the actual men. She would always be there to start, though later when it became more regular she might not be. She promised good-looking black men with great cocks who were clean, hoping I would be excited about this. The man she was looking for might take some time as she wanted a large and thick-cocked black man. She promised only to fuck him at the house while I was there; that’s all she wanted to do—fuck him, not wine and dine him. She told me she’d look for my first guy tomorrow and expected me to get used to the idea and embrace it as she made it real. Needless to say, I had a sleepless night. In the morning, I heard Linda on the phone with Wendy saying, “I told him last night so I need to get to work.” My cock immediately started swelling in my cage; this was going to become reality.
Over the next several days, my new life of working and coming home into heels and skirts became normal. I spent an extra 10 minutes a day shaving my body and moisturizing, and Linda helped at 10 PM so it wasn’t all bad—it was just different—and I started to really like it.
Linda came through the door fairly late one night; she is usually home by 6 PM but this time there was a big smile on her face. It was 7:30 PM. She said she had been hunting for a black man for me and found one on Craigslist whom she just met with. He was clean, 34 years old, very good-looking, and really into the idea as he also worked on his master’s degree online and had no time for dating but would like having a cocksucker on call. He lived two miles away and would be here at 9 PM tonight. I was breathless. Linda said not to worry; I’d be ready because she told him I would be in women’s clothing, handcuffed, hooded, and waiting, and it would be totally anonymous. At 8:45 PM, Linda took me downstairs, collared, cuffed, and hooded me, then added the padlock to everything. She said she was going upstairs to wait for my boyfriend Aaron and would stay there all through this time. He arrived at 9 PM; I could hear them upstairs, and within a couple of minutes they were coming down the stairs. Linda introduced us, sat him in front of me, he took off his pants and said “OPEN.” I began taking his soft cock into my mouth and tried to make it grow, which it did. This kid had a rock-hard cock, and I kept working on it while Linda started getting involved, pushing my head down his shaft, saying to Aaron, “We are going to have to train him how you like it, so feel free to demand it the way you want.” I continued doing my best; all I had was my mouth and tongue. He start
I ed to squirm and groan; I knew I was making progress, and before long he was pumping his load into my mouth. Linda told me to “Swallow All of it and clean up his cock afterwards and get every drop,” which I did. Seconds later, she and Aaron went upstairs for a talk, then the front door closed. It was clear Linda was on the phone with Wendy as I stayed on my knees for another 20 minutes until she came down to un-restrain me, notifying me that bed was in 15 minutes.
Fifteen minutes later, I was tightly chain-ed to the bed while Linda sat on my face, getting her asshole rimmed and her pussy serviced. She had a massive orgasm that night, clearly turned on by watching her husband suck off a man. Afterwards, we talked; she didn’t ask if I liked Aaron or his dick, just mentioned they exchanged numbers and he was good for at least three times a week, loving it all. Linda also said she would meet another guy in two days.
We were both exhausted but slept well; I barely noticed the chains. Still, I woke up thinking about Aaron’s perfect cock. A few days later, Linda confessed she had met two more guys—one arriving at 8 pm tonight—and wasn’t interested in the other. This new man, Terry, was a bit more dominant than Aaron and told her he would teach me to suck his cock in my own way, turning me into a perfect cocksucker.
At 6:15, Linda got a text from Aaron reading simply “7pm?” She showed it to me and replied yes. Looking at me, she said I was going to be busy tonight! By 7 pm, I was ready on my knees; she brought Aaron downstairs, and I worked on him for about half an hour before he exploded, got up, left briefly upstairs to talk with Linda, then departed again.
Linda came back down and relayed that Aaron said I would be taking all his loads now, so he is going to stop masturbating. She went back upstairs to wait for Terry. The doorbell rang; after some talking downstairs, they introduced me to Terry. He took off his pants, slapped his dick on my face, then shoved it into my mouth and held it there firmly. Terry mentioned he was shaved and that getting him off felt like making love to his whole midsection.
Terry made me rim him and suck his nuts before beginning to rape my mouth with this rather large, thick cock. At one point, Linda cried out “oh My.” He had poppers and made me snort some, which heightened his dominance and my hunger. I sucked Terry for a long while as he worked my throat, shoving it all the way in, holding it down, and saying “don’t move” repeatedly.
He would hold it deep in my throat for 15 seconds or so before releasing briefly to thrust again. Even Linda was getting excited as he hammered away. I could feel him nearing climax; he said, “When I come, I want you sucking the head like a straw, and then I will tell you when to take it all the way down.” I just nodded.
I worked him up once more, and he commanded, “Suck it slave!” so I sucked hard before he jammed his cock down my throat again. When Terry was finished, he said that for a first time it had been good but intended on making me great. He went upstairs with Linda; we heard them laughing a few times before he left.
Linda returned downstairs, un-chained and un-hooded me, and we sat at the kitchen table talking about Aaron and Terry for quite some time. She liked that Aaron was handsome, enjoyed servicing her, and wanted to do more of this. He seemed slightly nervous around Linda, preferring to text me to arrange things and only visiting if he had an issue. I agreed it would be fine; she texted him my number so the answer is always yes when I am home.
As for Terry, Linda thinks I will become a great cocksucker and wants to see me almost daily. With his aggressive streak—which I really liked—I felt safer with her around, which she agreed with. She did mention that while Terry eventually wants to fuck me, it is still far off if it happens at all.
Within the next 40 days, Linda had a total of five black men between ages 24 and 41 whom I was servicing daily or several times a week; the most I served in one day was six (one twice). Demand increased so much we cut down to three positions on weeknights. In 2012, I sucked many cocks without seeing their faces often, yet our marriage remains great.
At home, I always wear women’s clothes and shoes while sucking black men’s cocks daily. My wife is in bliss, but her new routine involves hood training me at night. She noted that since I spend so much time hooded and suck-cocking, I should be able to sleep with the hood on all night. She is now hunting for a comfortable overnight hood online if she cannot find one locally, wanting me to feel strange when it comes off after getting used to it.
Aaron has classes for the next three months, so I have been servicing his gorgeous cock at 7:20 AM almost every morning, seven days a week. He runs into Linda in the kitchen on his way out; she says he is always smiling.
One night in March, Linda was fucking me hard with her strapon when she stopped, cleaned it, and placed it just above my caged cock. She rode me passionately as if it were our last ride, then leaned over to whisper into my hood: “Now tell me honestly what you think of your life now.” I couldn’t help but say I loved it because I do; then she said, “And how much do you love sucking big black cocks?” I told the truth: I can hardly wait to get home at night, and if she finds more men, I would be even happier.
I think Linda had her biggest orgasm ever as she started squirting—a thing she hadn’t done in years. She also began lightly chewing on my pierced tits, which used to torture me before piercing.
When it was over, I asked for her thoughts on my answers; she simply said, “You will know when more men show up and they will.” Keeping their names straight is hard for her, so from now on, except for Aaron who loves your mouth because he was the first, she will just give me appointment times.
Since then, I have lost count of how many more she has added; she asks them to trim down or preferably stay shaved. I don’t remember a single day without at least two guys coming by—sometimes I am sucking one man when the doorbell rings again. Life is good!
Mark, on the other hand, I hear is now in women’s clothes, working on makeup and wigs, becoming totally feminized. Wendy has a girlfriend that they play with; Mark services both of them, waiting on their every need. I still see him when we get our nails done monthly and during milking sessions every other Saturday morning. I am also sure the ejaculate plates are swapped constantly as the girls remain quite evil.
I spent the rest of the year servicing cocks while Linda and Wendy met a black man that she sports-fucks; on those evenings, I am chained, hooded, and gagged in the bedroom watching them remove the blindfold piece from my hood. When they are done, I clean her lover’s cock with my tongue then lick Linda clean.