It’s been a while since my last post because my wife’s latest boyfriend has been fully exploiting my submissiveness, with one of my strict orders being a porn ban (apart from the ‘sissy hypno training’ links he sends me). I’ve been allowed on here today only because Master wants me to publicly detail what an obedient slave I’ve been. It’s a long post so if you’re not interested in bi-submissives with hot wives, stop here.
Master suggested I pay for him to take my wife on a spa break. Of course I was aroused by the prospect and agreed it should happen.
After teasing me about it for another couple of days, getting me increasingly excited, Master said he would need a P.A. to arrange the trip. I volunteered to make the bookings and he said I could, but he expects his staff to dress appropriately.
When I asked what he meant he sent me a clip of a secretary who quickly went from filing her nails to sucking her boss’ cock to being fucked over a desk. Master said I should be inspired by her. He insisted I make the reservations by phone and film myself doing it.
I bought a mini-skirt and white blouse especially for the task and wore a pair of laddered and stained sheer stockings Mistress had donated after wearing them for her boyfriend.
Being Master’s P.A. was an erotic experience that left me humiliated and very aroused. Master was pleased with the footage of me giving my credit card details while my hard-on twitched between my stockinged thighs. Mistress allowed me to tongue her holes that evening, but my heavy balls were not discussed.
They enjoyed the spa, touching and fondling each other all day in their swimwear, then fucked the moment they got inside the hotel room. That evening while in the hotel restaurant they devised and texted me a ‘reward’ to thank me for arranging and funding their little trip.
Once again I was instructed to wear the P.A. outfit and book Mistress and Master a trip to Paris for her birthday. Immediately. I got completely lost in my subservience, extremely turned-on by each arrangement; choosing pairs of seats on the train knowing my wife would be sitting in one with her lover beside her; twin bed hotel room?…I think not! When I confirmed to Master the arrangements were made I was instructed to book myself the cheapest room in a local motorway motel to coincide with their first evening away.
I sent the requested video evidence of the P.A’s obedience and received a wonderful clip following my wife along hotel corridors. The message said ‘she kept the stockings on’. I couldn’t resist springing my dick from my panties and stroking as I rewatched several times. Such a turn on to see my Goddess walking carpeted corridors towards an extra-marital fuck in her hold-ups and heels!
I stopped short of ejaculation in case the couple sent more orders from their hotel bed, even though it was past midnight. It’s not so easy to be fully submissive with relieved balls.
It was the next morning before I received another message.
Your master is fucking me right now. I feel such a slut texting you with his thick cock filling my married pussy.
I could tell he’d dictated it to her but that didn’t matter. My wife had wanted to send it. She never does anything she doesn’t want to do. I had an involuntary, small ejaculation, pure excitement at being married to such a bitch, then sent my thanks for the wonderful start to the day.
I was thrilled when the next text invited me to join them for lunch and I didn’t hesitate to obey the conditions. Girly underwear and a credit card.
When the starters had been cleared away Master sent me to the toilets to take a photo proving I was wearing my corset, stockings and panties beneath my usual clothes. I sent the snap and returned to the table.
Master acknowledged my obedience and said I’d demonstrated I was ready for the next stage of my training. My darling wife looked at me with a vaguely amused but fond smile.
‘While I’m enjoying your Wife in Paris you’re going to be pushed to your limits. Those two guys you served last month will show you how we slut-tested your lovely wife a while ago. If you perform well I will allow you to serve your Mistress and Master on another occasion, maybe let you sleep in our room.’
There was no way I could resist a reward like that so knew I was going to have take whatever came my way.
So last Wednesday morning my gorgeous wife was picked up in a taxi by her boyfriend for her birthday break, certain to include two nights of hotel fucking at my expense. I was left to clean the house, walk the dog and get ready for a night of sex slavery. For someone who considers themselves hetero I was shamefully excited about my impending slutdom. I’d been told to dress my whoreish best so I had a good idea what I was in for.
Master previously had me serve two men for an hour while he fucked Mistress. Not sure how I can still think I’m hetero after the things I did in that hour. It was the same guys who arrived at my house soon after 8pm. They made me parade around a bit, flashing stocking tops and bright pink panties, then told me to get my coat. Even though it offered zero comfort and warmth I wore Mistress’s black pvc raincoat. The main talker (let’s call him Cock 1) said I looked like a basic cheap whore.
Cock 2 drove while Cock 1 sat in the back with me, taking selfies as he shoved his tongue in my mouth. He said he’d send the pictures to Master and Mistress when we got to the motel. I hoped my humiliation would please them, especially Mistress.
Before we reached the motorway service area I’d used a gloved hand on Cock 1 and had to lean down beside it, posing for more pics with lips pouting, the thick, rigid shaft against my cheek. My cock leaked when he confirmed he had photos of my beautiful wife doing the same thing.
My heart sank when we pulled up at the main building rather than the motel far away across the concrete. Cock 1 said they were taking me for a coffee before checking in. My head swam when he said Mistress had excelled during her public humiliation, accepting people would think she was an expensive escort or porn star, and playing the part. All I could do was look like a sexual deviant which, of course, I am.
But after the first few bemused/amused/hostile stares I somehow knew I was getting what I deserved for needing another man to satisfy my wife. The understanding spurred me on to make sure Mistress and Master got good reports of my performance.
I felt fortunate I was wearing a new brunette wig. My usual pink, stripper curls would’ve drawn even more attention. My tormentors paraded me the full length of the mall then halfway back again to the coffee outlet. They made me queue, pay and wait for the drinks. I momentarily forgot my role when asked for a name, instinctively giving my own. The girl couldn’t disguise her amusement at a tranny whore giving such a dull male name. When they saw that name scrawled on their cups Cock 1 said he’d speak with Master about fixing it.
Cock 2 left the cafe first and I saw him filming me being walked through the mall in my stockings and heels, Cock 1’s hand on my plastic wrapped arse. To show Mistress I was committed to obedience I did my best to walk like a slut, not caring who saw me or what they might think. All that mattered was being a good whore for my ‘clients’ so my owners were pleased with their slave.
Back at the car Cock 1 made me crouch against the back door while he fucked my mouth for a couple of minutes. I couldn’t have felt more debased and a wad of cum seeped from my restrained ache, soaking the gusset of my panties.
If being made to walk all the way across the car park in 4” strappy stilettos and a black pvc Mac wasn’t shameful enough, my tormentors drove slowly behind me with headlights on. One passing car beeped, the message unclear, but the meaning of the laughter and taunts from the minibus of half-drunk sports fans was more evident.
At the motel check in desk the two cocks made a show of feeling me up while the receptionist tried to focus on her job. Cock 1 made me kiss him which churned my stomach, but I knew Mistress would be pleased I’d been so compliant. Then cock 2 asked where his kiss was, so the receptionist had to witness a second bout of my shame and be in no doubt I was going to be serving both of my ‘clients’. It was very humiliating and yet my heart raced.
Within a minute of entering the motel room I was sitting on the desk chair alternating my sucking from cock to cock. A couple of minutes after that I was on all fours, skewered at both ends. ‘Just like her slutty wife’ said one of them, flicking some switch deep inside me. I knew there was no possibility of retrieving any dignity from my situation, my willingness to serve cocks, my willingness to share my adored wife.
They used me on and off for about five hours. I was the proverbial dripping mess when I was finally allowed to collapse on the sofa.
The following day Master sent me a message congratulating me for completing my journey to official bi-slut, cock-whore, cuckold slave. I had to admit to myself he was right. I could no longer claim to be pure hetero. It was shameful and arousing.
He then gave me permission to book a hotel room where I will be allowed to serve while he enjoys my hot wife.
As an added bonus Mistress supervised Master’s P.A. while the new booking was made. The P.A. was even allowed to lick Mistress to a climax!
Good times
Let me know if you want an update after I’ve served
Master suggested I pay for him to take my wife on a spa break. Of course I was aroused by the prospect and agreed it should happen.
After teasing me about it for another couple of days, getting me increasingly excited, Master said he would need a P.A. to arrange the trip. I volunteered to make the bookings and he said I could, but he expects his staff to dress appropriately.
When I asked what he meant he sent me a clip of a secretary who quickly went from filing her nails to sucking her boss’ cock to being fucked over a desk. Master said I should be inspired by her. He insisted I make the reservations by phone and film myself doing it.
I bought a mini-skirt and white blouse especially for the task and wore a pair of laddered and stained sheer stockings Mistress had donated after wearing them for her boyfriend.
Being Master’s P.A. was an erotic experience that left me humiliated and very aroused. Master was pleased with the footage of me giving my credit card details while my hard-on twitched between my stockinged thighs. Mistress allowed me to tongue her holes that evening, but my heavy balls were not discussed.
They enjoyed the spa, touching and fondling each other all day in their swimwear, then fucked the moment they got inside the hotel room. That evening while in the hotel restaurant they devised and texted me a ‘reward’ to thank me for arranging and funding their little trip.
Once again I was instructed to wear the P.A. outfit and book Mistress and Master a trip to Paris for her birthday. Immediately. I got completely lost in my subservience, extremely turned-on by each arrangement; choosing pairs of seats on the train knowing my wife would be sitting in one with her lover beside her; twin bed hotel room?…I think not! When I confirmed to Master the arrangements were made I was instructed to book myself the cheapest room in a local motorway motel to coincide with their first evening away.
I sent the requested video evidence of the P.A’s obedience and received a wonderful clip following my wife along hotel corridors. The message said ‘she kept the stockings on’. I couldn’t resist springing my dick from my panties and stroking as I rewatched several times. Such a turn on to see my Goddess walking carpeted corridors towards an extra-marital fuck in her hold-ups and heels!
I stopped short of ejaculation in case the couple sent more orders from their hotel bed, even though it was past midnight. It’s not so easy to be fully submissive with relieved balls.
It was the next morning before I received another message.
Your master is fucking me right now. I feel such a slut texting you with his thick cock filling my married pussy.
I could tell he’d dictated it to her but that didn’t matter. My wife had wanted to send it. She never does anything she doesn’t want to do. I had an involuntary, small ejaculation, pure excitement at being married to such a bitch, then sent my thanks for the wonderful start to the day.
I was thrilled when the next text invited me to join them for lunch and I didn’t hesitate to obey the conditions. Girly underwear and a credit card.
When the starters had been cleared away Master sent me to the toilets to take a photo proving I was wearing my corset, stockings and panties beneath my usual clothes. I sent the snap and returned to the table.
Master acknowledged my obedience and said I’d demonstrated I was ready for the next stage of my training. My darling wife looked at me with a vaguely amused but fond smile.
‘While I’m enjoying your Wife in Paris you’re going to be pushed to your limits. Those two guys you served last month will show you how we slut-tested your lovely wife a while ago. If you perform well I will allow you to serve your Mistress and Master on another occasion, maybe let you sleep in our room.’
There was no way I could resist a reward like that so knew I was going to have take whatever came my way.
So last Wednesday morning my gorgeous wife was picked up in a taxi by her boyfriend for her birthday break, certain to include two nights of hotel fucking at my expense. I was left to clean the house, walk the dog and get ready for a night of sex slavery. For someone who considers themselves hetero I was shamefully excited about my impending slutdom. I’d been told to dress my whoreish best so I had a good idea what I was in for.
Master previously had me serve two men for an hour while he fucked Mistress. Not sure how I can still think I’m hetero after the things I did in that hour. It was the same guys who arrived at my house soon after 8pm. They made me parade around a bit, flashing stocking tops and bright pink panties, then told me to get my coat. Even though it offered zero comfort and warmth I wore Mistress’s black pvc raincoat. The main talker (let’s call him Cock 1) said I looked like a basic cheap whore.
Cock 2 drove while Cock 1 sat in the back with me, taking selfies as he shoved his tongue in my mouth. He said he’d send the pictures to Master and Mistress when we got to the motel. I hoped my humiliation would please them, especially Mistress.
Before we reached the motorway service area I’d used a gloved hand on Cock 1 and had to lean down beside it, posing for more pics with lips pouting, the thick, rigid shaft against my cheek. My cock leaked when he confirmed he had photos of my beautiful wife doing the same thing.
My heart sank when we pulled up at the main building rather than the motel far away across the concrete. Cock 1 said they were taking me for a coffee before checking in. My head swam when he said Mistress had excelled during her public humiliation, accepting people would think she was an expensive escort or porn star, and playing the part. All I could do was look like a sexual deviant which, of course, I am.
But after the first few bemused/amused/hostile stares I somehow knew I was getting what I deserved for needing another man to satisfy my wife. The understanding spurred me on to make sure Mistress and Master got good reports of my performance.
I felt fortunate I was wearing a new brunette wig. My usual pink, stripper curls would’ve drawn even more attention. My tormentors paraded me the full length of the mall then halfway back again to the coffee outlet. They made me queue, pay and wait for the drinks. I momentarily forgot my role when asked for a name, instinctively giving my own. The girl couldn’t disguise her amusement at a tranny whore giving such a dull male name. When they saw that name scrawled on their cups Cock 1 said he’d speak with Master about fixing it.
Cock 2 left the cafe first and I saw him filming me being walked through the mall in my stockings and heels, Cock 1’s hand on my plastic wrapped arse. To show Mistress I was committed to obedience I did my best to walk like a slut, not caring who saw me or what they might think. All that mattered was being a good whore for my ‘clients’ so my owners were pleased with their slave.
Back at the car Cock 1 made me crouch against the back door while he fucked my mouth for a couple of minutes. I couldn’t have felt more debased and a wad of cum seeped from my restrained ache, soaking the gusset of my panties.
If being made to walk all the way across the car park in 4” strappy stilettos and a black pvc Mac wasn’t shameful enough, my tormentors drove slowly behind me with headlights on. One passing car beeped, the message unclear, but the meaning of the laughter and taunts from the minibus of half-drunk sports fans was more evident.
At the motel check in desk the two cocks made a show of feeling me up while the receptionist tried to focus on her job. Cock 1 made me kiss him which churned my stomach, but I knew Mistress would be pleased I’d been so compliant. Then cock 2 asked where his kiss was, so the receptionist had to witness a second bout of my shame and be in no doubt I was going to be serving both of my ‘clients’. It was very humiliating and yet my heart raced.
Within a minute of entering the motel room I was sitting on the desk chair alternating my sucking from cock to cock. A couple of minutes after that I was on all fours, skewered at both ends. ‘Just like her slutty wife’ said one of them, flicking some switch deep inside me. I knew there was no possibility of retrieving any dignity from my situation, my willingness to serve cocks, my willingness to share my adored wife.
They used me on and off for about five hours. I was the proverbial dripping mess when I was finally allowed to collapse on the sofa.
The following day Master sent me a message congratulating me for completing my journey to official bi-slut, cock-whore, cuckold slave. I had to admit to myself he was right. I could no longer claim to be pure hetero. It was shameful and arousing.
He then gave me permission to book a hotel room where I will be allowed to serve while he enjoys my hot wife.
As an added bonus Mistress supervised Master’s P.A. while the new booking was made. The P.A. was even allowed to lick Mistress to a climax!
Good times
Let me know if you want an update after I’ve served
