I was working in the kitchen when I heard my wife call for me. I ran up the stairs and found her in her bathroom, fixing her hair.

"Logan just called. He said that all day today he was dreaming about my body and thinking about the taste of my pretty little pussy. He said that knowing you are never allowed to touch or lick my slit makes it even sweeter. While we were talking I decided that a session with his tongue did sound delightful, and I got damp thinking about his mouth teasing my cunt and ass." She said.

"He'll be here in about five minutes, I need you to go back downstairs and greet him politely when you let him in. Thank him for providing me with the sexual satisfaction that you are incapable of providing, then send him up to my bedroom." She continued.

"When you hear my bedroom door close go back to your chores in the kitchen. Remember that I expect it to be spotless." She ordered.

"Yes Mistress." I replied.

"By the time I'm satisfied he's going to really need to cum, probably be ready to explode! I think we'll play that fun new hand-job game, the one where I hold your head, your open lips around the tip of his cock while I milk him with my other hand. I love watching his hot spunk fill your mouth, love watching you struggle and swallow, working to ensure that you don't waste a single drop." She finished.

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My best friend of many years and co-worker grabbed the remote control and clicked off the television just as half time began. He and I were watching the Super Bowl, grazing on simple snacks, and sharing a few beers. He set down his beer and turned towards me, obviously wanting to talk.

"I understand that you have always known the men your wife cuckolded you with, at least until the latest one." He said.

I sat in shocked silence. My wife Elizabeth and I kept our erotic activities private. I wondered how on earth he could know about her cuckolding of me, how he could know that things had changed with her current lover. As I sat looking at him my humiliation and fear grew as I wondered about what other details of my secret life he knew.

After studying me for what seemed to be a very long time he smiled. "Relax." He said. "I've known all about you, and your submission to Elizabeth for a long time. I'm good with it."

"How?" I asked. "We always keep things secret."

"Well that's easy." He declared with a widening grin. "I'm the man your wife hooked up with last year about this time. She came on to me at Dick and Joana's New Year's party last year and I've been fucking her ever since. In fact, last year while you and I watched the Super Bowl my cock was coated with juices from her sweet little twat. I quickly banged her right where you are sitting now while you ran out for more beer."

"I had no idea." I stammered in reply.

"I'm telling you all this because your life's going to change. A lot. Following today's game." He said.

I could only sit and listen. Embarrassment, and fear over an unknown future overwhelming me.

"We've decided, your wife and I, that we don't want to be apart any longer. Fucking her on Wednesday and Saturday nights, with the occasional romantic weekend getaway has been great but it's just not enough anymore. I want her in my bed every night, want to feel, and use, that delightful little body whenever I desire. You already sleep in your own bedroom downstairs, so it'll be easy for me to just move into the master bedroom with her. You and I will start moving my stuff over from my place next weekend, in the meantime I've got a couple suitcases packed and out in the truck of my car." He declared.

Having no idea what to say to him in response to this shocking news I just nodded my head.

"I want you to know that you played a huge part in my decision." He said. "Elizabeth always told me how excited you were when she got home from one of our dates. About how she would tease you with her panties, how you would beg her to take them off so that you could lovingly lick my cum out of them, and later out of her. Last month remember, I sent her home after fucking her up the ass for the first time. Well, when she told me how excited you got hearing that she had taken it in the backdoor, when she told me how energetically you licked and slid your tongue into her asshole to eat the cum I left in there I couldn't help but think that the three of us should spend our lives together. I reasoned that any husband, cuckold, so excited by his wife's affairs that he would dive right into her asshole to eat another man's cum out of it must be the world's most delightful slave."

Hearing his words I was overcome with shame. My body seemed to give out, my muscles collapsed and I slumped into what felt like a defeated little ball.

"Listen. I know you have spent many years in service to your wife Elizabeth, and you will continue to obey her in all things, but you are no longer ruled by a Mistress. Understand that from now on your submission is to me, that I am your Master. Do you grasp this?" He asked.

I weakly nodded my assent.

"Good. Now Elizabeth tells me that there isn't a bisexual bone in your body, but you know that I am, and to be honest I've always found you attractive. You may not be bisexual now but from now on you're going to be my little faggot so you might just as well get used to it. When Elizabeth isn't around, or even just when I need a little variety I'm going to fuck you. With a little practice I'll turn you into a world-class cocksucker and I'll rape your ass till you scream. As for Elizabeth, things are going to change. From now on her body is too sacred for you to touch. You won't be licking my cum out of her cunt, there will be no more licking of her ass, no more masturbating while sucking her toes. You'll get to look at her, watch her, and enjoy serving us as we fuck, but you will not be touching her body in any erotic way. Ever. The closest you will come to her will be licking her juice from my cock after we fuck. What sex you get you'll get from me, on your knees." He stated.

These further revelations broke me down fully, brought tears to my eyes, and soft whimpers from my lips.

"Take my keys and go out to my car. In the backseat you will find a butt plug quite a bit larger than any Elizabeth has ever used inside of you, a frilly French Maid's outfit with matching high heels, and a hard leather strap. Get those things, and then run into your bedroom. Shove the plug up your ass, change into the new clothes, and then return here with the strap in your hands. I expect you to be plugged, changed, and back here within 15 minutes, not a second longer so hurry up." He said.

My shame and fear caused me to cry all the way to his car. Humiliated by his exposure of my life and terrorized by the future I was an emotional wreck. As I undressed though I noticed that my cock was hard. Hard as a rock. This discovery reminded me that I needed to be humiliated, that I thrived on fear, that I was indeed a natural born slave, prey to the predators who were stronger than me.

The plug was too large, it hurt as I pushed it inside, but fearful of missing the deadline I did so quickly. The outfit was as described, frilly, feminine, lingerie, not a working garment. I had been feminized many times, but never well owing to my masculine looks and muscular frame, so I knew that I looked absurd but I felt no concern over my looks for I knew that my new Master had picked this outfit specifically for his own enjoyment.

With time to spare I made my way to the living room. Master still sat in the same place on the sofa but he was naked now. My wife had joined him, nude as well she straddled his body, facing him, she was quickly moving, up and down, fucking him with a wild abandon.

At the sound of my entrance he looked towards me, and she turned her head to me. "Kneel down at my feet, lick them as I fuck your wife." He commanded.

I quickly moved to do his bidding. As I licked Master's feet, sucked his toes, my eyes moved upward to where he and my wife were joined. I licked as I watched her beautiful little ass move up and down, her cunt glistening, open, and filled with his massive cock. I knew that this was where I belonged, felt my cock grow hard again as I thought about feeling that beautiful cock in my mouth, feeling Master's strap crash into my ass.

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Santa Clause wearily makes his way into his bedchamber. He is, as can only be imagined, mentally and physically exhausted after a 24 hour night delivering gifts to all the boys and girls of the world.

Mrs. Clause is nowhere to be seen, so he strips out of his traditional outfit, sets the clothes gently aside to be put away the next day and climbs into bed nude, ready for the bliss that comes only with sleep.

Normally, before falling to sleep Santa Clause thinks about sex and his mind plays host to visions of beautiful women, one after the other. He knows that he is overly focused on sex, but that is a side effect of the chastity device he wears. Mrs. Clause cut him off from sex more years ago than he cares to remember, and since that time she has limited him to a single orgasm every six weeks. Even those orgasms are less than satisfying though, for she insists that he have them only in the most humiliating of ways. He thinks about all of these things every night, but not tonight. Tonight he is too tired to even think.

He pulls the covers up over his chest and relaxes. Just as he is about to nod off Mrs. Clause enters the room. She is nude, her body glistening, wet somehow. She walks over to the bed, climbs upon it.

"Just one little job left to do before you go to sleep." She whispers as she moves her body over him, placing her wet and open cunt inches from his face.

"I need you to lick all of this cum from my body, starting with my cunt." She says, sitting down, the lips of her cleft meeting those of his mouth.

"I fucked all your elves tonight. Funny how such little creatures have such huge cocks! I thought I'd have to scream when they decided to triple penetrate me." She said with a chuckle.

Santa licked, grateful to have the privilege of being served Mrs. Clause's cream pie. Sleep he knew could wait.

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"Don't worry honey." My wife said as she lowered her wet and fragrant cunt toward my mouth. "This isn't the first time you've licked your friend John's cum from my body, it's just the first time you know that you are doing it."

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You have proven to be a loyal husband and I love you. That doesn't mean that I must care.

I don't care if you don't want to play this game anymore.

I don't care about what you think our marital vows meant.

I don't care how jealous it makes you feel.

I don't care if you are humiliated.

I don't care if you cry.

I don't care about your desire to fuck me.

I don't care if you need to cum.

I will strip you naked.

I will leave the cage on your cock.

I will place you on your knees.

I will lash your body to the pillar in my bedroom.

I will insist that you watch and listen as I fuck another.

I will force you to experience my orgasm at the hands of someone else.

I will look upon you with contempt as you lick his cum from my body.

I will laugh as you clean his cock with your mouth.

I don't care what you may think about it.

Your desires are not my concern.

That is the essence of Mistress and slave.

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My wife's boyfriend spends at least every Friday and Saturday night with her in our house, sometimes other nights as well, but she makes Saturday night always special with a little ritual.

Every Saturday night she wears some new and very sexy lingerie for him. Usually these are hot bra and panty sets, but variety is the spice of life, so sometimes it may be a teddy or anything else that makes her look exciting and builds his passion for her. This helps keep excitement in their lovemaking.

Her little Saturday night ritual leads to my little Friday after work ritual. Every Friday evening, on my way home from work I am required to visit one of our local adult shops to pick out the sexy outfit she will wear for him the following night. This can never be a rush job, because she is picky about the clothing she likes, and he must be excited by her wearing it, so I must always be sure that it is something she will look amazing in, and that is so very sexy that he can't help but be turned on by it.

She always changes into it downstairs in my bedroom after he has retired to hers for the night, and I must admit that there is nothing sexier than watching her wearing those amazing garments as she provocatively climbs the stairs to join her lover.

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For a long time now I've been enjoying the femdom blog All Mine, written by the incomparable Ms. Suzanne. We have been talking for a while now and she agreed to answer some of my questions about her life and relationships, with those answers posted here for all to enjoy and perhaps learn from.

I will begin posting that conversation this coming week, and the posts will come fast and furious. It is a long discussion, and I hope that my readers find it as valuable and exciting as I did.

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My continuing quest to find additional words for pussy has yielded another:

Toni

While reading one of my eclectic book selections I found toni used in context in place of cunt by Dr. Albert Mackey back in 1869.

Aren't words fun? The poor Victorians were of course afraid to use plain English to describe anything remotely having to do with sexuality or reproduction, so often ran off to Latin. In this case though, Dr. Mackey indicates that the word toni was from India. Too bad the poor guy had to search other languages instead of just saying cunt, must have been a bit of work for scholarly writers of his day to search out the 'dirty' words of other languages in order to protect their intellectual reputations.

In any event, I shouldn't pass up the opportunity to use this fun new word in context!

"Baby, do you remember how I said that things were going to get harder for you after we were married?" Asked the new bride.

"Help me out of my dress and into my bridal lingerie, Stephen will be here soon and I want to look like a delicious bride for him!" She ordered.

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"Honey, come in here for a sec." My wife calls out from the bathroom.

I hasten to her on this happy day. We were married just hours ago, and I know that she is in there changing out of her wedding dress, and I imagine into some very provocative lingerie.

"Knock on the adjoining door and tell Phillip that I'm ready for him." She says.

I was certainly right about the lingerie. A quick glance shows me that she is all in white against her dark tanned skin. White stiletto heels, white stockings, white panty, bra, and garter belt. Her hair retains her brief veil.

"Yes Ma'am." I answer dejectedly.

"Now don't look so glum honey." She says. "You knew that you and I would do very little fucking after we were married. Tonight's special though, I'll let you kneel by the bed and hold my hand. I'll look deeply into your eyes as Phillip's magnificent cock slides into my pussy."

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I've just returned from a night out with a special friend. You are kneeling on the floor behind me. I turn my head to look down upon you and smile as I see you there, looking up my very short skirt, adoring my ass with your eyes. My legs are parted, ever so slightly, so I know that you can see the material covering my pussy. I wonder: is my panty tight enough for you to see the hills and valleys of my sex? I wonder: has any dampness moved through the material to visibly show you the excitement I felt earlier? I won't check to answer these questions; I am simply content to ponder them in my own mind.

I turn my head back around, leaving you to your staring up my skirt as I open my purse and seek out your little surprise. I brought a condom home for you, used of course and filled with the pleasure of another man.

I noticed when I looked a moment ago that your cock was raging hard while you were staring at my ass. I wonder if it will remain just as hard as you lick the condom clean? This answer I will take the time to learn.

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I hear the door open; hear the distinctive clicks her high heels make as she walks across the wooden floor. I don't know how long I've been here, locked in my little room, and forced to wait for her return. I know that she likes me to wait, likes me to remain still, with nothing to distract my attention. She delights in leaving me alone with my thoughts, which invariably return to her. That is why I'm on the bed, severely and uncomfortably bound.

I feel the heat of her body on mine, not touching yet close, she often seems forever out of reach. I'm bound face down, but with my ass high in the air, held there by pillows, a support she uses to keep me in her chosen position.

Relief floods my body as a strap is removed and the plug she had forced deeply into my ass before leaving is withdrawn. "We were both well fucked tonight." She remarked as she set the plug aside and began removing my bonds.

Slowly I was freed, eventually placed upon my back. She worked with care so as to not disturb the catheter that had been removing my wastes, nor the bag in which those wastes were collected. "You can drink it all up in a minute, but first I've got a nice meal for you." She said with a smile, while holding the bag of urine.

As I lay watching her she climbed off the bed and retrieved her purse from the floor, removing from it a small jar containing two used condoms. "I fucked him twice tonight, you're going to eat well!" She exclaimed as she removed the condoms from their container.

She handed them to me, one by one and supervised as I licked every drop of her passion and her lovers cum from them. When I was finished I thanked her for allowing me to share in her lovemaking. I was proud to be her slave, the object of her mockery.

I am truly a slave to her; she remains forever my evil fairy. I do not know though, is she real, or is she an absinthe-induced fairy? I sometimes wonder if it even matters.

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I open the door and am pleased to see that he hasn't been able to move an inch. I admire my handiwork, a male slave, tightly bound, blindfolded, jaw forced open with a large ring gag. I admire the massive plug, so much larger than his cock, forced deeply into his ass. Admire the catheter that allows me to leave him for so very long without worrying about a mess. I bound him and left for a day and night with the latest in a long string of lovers, left him to think about me and my betrayal of him as I fucked another.

I move close to him, I am dressed to kill and I know that my scent is of sweat and sex, but I don't let my body sensually touch him. I much prefer to deny him all sexual touch. I remove the plug from his ass; delighting in the discomfort it must cause, and I slowly release him from bondage.

I'll work his ass again later, perhaps a plug, maybe I'll explore with a long handled dildo. For a while he can enjoy an empty ass, but I will open it again for I simply hate the idea of his fuckhole ever being closed.

I comment about the fucking I received and smile inwardly as he groans.

Eventually he is unbound, the gag and blindfold are removed. His catheter bag is quite full; I remind him that later he will be drinking it. I need him to humiliate himself for me and delight in the fact that he does so with amazing willingness. He'll drink his own piss simply because I tell him to do so, but even more importantly, he'll find joy in doing it for me.

I brought condoms home from my tryst and gave them to him for cleaning. The wetness from my body and the cum from my lover, both combine to make a perfect meal for my slave. I look into his eyes as his tongue lovingly licks my lovers cum and I know that he is truly mine.

I am a dominatrix, he my little fairy. I wonder though, is he real, or is he an absinthe-induced fairy? I do sometimes wonder if it even matters.

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I have been following an extremely interesting thread on a Cuckolding Forum, a thread that is in effect the story of one husbands cuckolding, off and on, over many years.

I've enjoyed reading the story, but find that other people's comments on it might be very much missing the mark, as they are almost all negative regarding the situation. On the other hand, I have a positive view of that situation.

You can read it for yourself here:

The Real Story I Have To Tell

Devavu2009's story is long and involved, but I think well worth the read.

I'm not a member of the forum where it is posted, so have not posted my comments there, but will do so here. Who knows, perhaps Devavu2009 will find them and they will be helpful to him.

One thing that strikes me in reading Devavu2009's story is his deep insecurity. It is clear to me that his wife, through her own actions as recorded by Davavu2009, is truly with him. When Devavu2009 decided that he could no longer be a cuckold, she left her lover and stayed faithful to her husband for years. She chose Devavu2009. Despite that fact his story is repeatedly peppered with statements about how he lost her, how he could not compete. In reading his story it is clearly evident that his cuckolding, both the first and the second time, made up some of the greatest times of Devavu2009's life. Like all relationships though there were occasional problems as he recounts. Devavu2009 doesn't explicitly lay blame for these problems on anyone, but it is implied that they are mainly the result of Aaron's (his wife's lover) actions, and his wife's acceptance of them. I see it differently. To my mind, many of the problems Devavu2009 recounts were directly caused by his own insecurities. I believe that if he was possessed of a reasonable feeling of self worth many of the problems he relates would not have existed, or would have been minimized.

Another contributing factor to the problems I see is the fact that Devavu2009 believes his desires to be submissive, chastised, and cuckolded are deviant and wrong. Surely this feeling has contributed to his insecurity, and compounded the problems he recounts. I must believe that if he had been better able to embrace and accept his desires the problems all three of them faced would not have seemed to be so insurmountable.

In reading Devavu2009's story I notice that he has a bad habit of both asking for things when they are not available to him, and expressing disdain for those same things when they are. For example, his oldest and strongest fantasy is for orgasm denial. He recounts that he asked his wife to deny him repeatedly throughout their relationship. When she does so, or even talks of doing so effectively however he complains to her about it. The Lori's Tube (or it's variant, he is unclear on the point) is a huge fantasy for him before she and Aaron purchase it for him, then he rebels. When she later talks again about putting the tube on his cock, he perceives that as a 'threat.' In my experience dominant women absolutely despise such behavior. If a submissive asks for something he should expect that she may embrace it, and if she does embrace it, he should damn well be thankful for the fact that she is willing to play in that way with him, not start whining and complaining about it. It was, quite specifically in this case, his fantasy, not hers. He introduced it to her, and created the fantasy within her. He must, by any measure of reasonableness be pleased that she is exploring the fantasy that he asked her to explore. Devavu2009 violates this fundamental fairness, over and over again. That certainly contributed to the problems they faced, and indeed, was most likely the fundamental cause of the first shattering of their relationship and the probable second as well.

Related to this last point, Devavu2009 seems to not understand that he creates powerful desires in the minds of those he is intimately involved with. He relates how he would talk to his wife and her lover about how very happy he would be if he were 'locked up forever.' How badly he needs a truly secure chastity device, and how badly he needs his orgasm to be ruthlessly denied. He also relates though that in his own mind these were just words without meaning. He expressed them as facts about himself, while in fact they were nothing to him but hot words in a daydream. Where he lacks understanding is that by presenting these things as facts about himself, he got his wife and her lover thinking about them, thinking about them over the course of years. The 'dreams' of Devavu2009, through his own less than honest communication, became powerful desires within his wife and her lover. Desires that they eventually took steps to act out on their seemingly willing submissive. He expresses a measure of contempt for the fact that they didn't understand that his communications were less than honest, that they should have known he was not serious. My own view is that Devavu2009 was serious about orgasm denial, but that his insecurity, and negative feelings towards his desires, caused him to rebel against those desires. Perhaps though, what he says now is true, and he was lying to them about his desires. Either way, he lacks any sense of understanding that we all have the power to create fantasies within those people whom we are intimate with. This fundamental lack of understanding certainly contributed to the dashing of everyone's joy, including his own. Eventually, he demanded a stop to orgasm denial, and seems to express surprise at the fact that after he had done so his wife and her lover lost all interest in his fantasies and desires. To me, it is not surprising at all, they could no longer trust him, and trust is vital in any alternative sexual relationship.

Devavu2009 writes, "When I am deep into subspace, I always say this sort of thing, and I mean it. At the time." He relates this years after the first breakup that was the result of his earlier dishonesty about orgasm denial. It is regretful that after a disastrous breakup, and after the passage of time, he learned nothing about himself, or the importance of honest communication with his dominant.

Devavu2009 relates that years ago, during the first break up, his wife said to him in regards to his asking for forms of domination, then rejecting them: "Do you think this is all some big game? It's not a game for us. You're fucking with people's lives. With my life." It seems that she was communicating the problems he caused succinctly; it is unfortunate that years later he still does not seem to understand. Understand that she, and her lover, took their domination (domination he asked for) over him extremely seriously and were saddened by the fact that he would be less than truthful about his submission.

Devavu2009 seems also to be overly concerned about what other people would think if they knew about his marriage. He relates that he doesn't want to be a 'fool.' It is clear from his story that none of them parade the facts of the marriage or advertise it, so it is not a fear about what people will think when they learn the truth, rather just a fear of what they would think if they knew. I again think that this concern is driven by his insecurity and low self worth, and must believe that such negative thoughts are harmful as they pass into his consciousness. Devavu2009's wife tells him that he is filled with shame, and needs to simply accept whom he is. Good advice, unfortunately unheeded by him. Related to this Devavu2009 discusses the guilt he feels about his life and his fantasies, guilt despite the joy he finds in exploring such things with his wife and her lover.

Towards the end of the thread Devavu2009 relates that his wife has made her ultimate plan. They are to be divorced, yet Davavu2009 will continue to live with her. She will be married to her lover. This is explained as an easy way for friends and relatives to understand the change, as opposed to simply moving her lover in with her while remaining married to Devavu2009. He will remain to serve them both as their slave, in chastity, still providing oral and other sexual services to them both. She did not ask for Devavu2009's consent, saying, and he admits this, that he has consented to it dozens of times in the past via letters to her asking for exactly that.

The thread ends with Devavu2009 receiving advice from those who have been following it all along. The consensus? Hire a good lawyer, divorce the bitch, move out, get on with life, and hope that next time you find love.

I disagree. Strongly.

In my view Devavu2009 should do as he has promised so many times in the past. He should obey. He should obey his wife, and her lover, submit himself to her plan, and simply embrace their dominance over him.

He should I think:

1. Go to work within himself on his issues of insecurity, and his feelings of low self worth. He needs to realize that submitting to his wife and her lover does not make him weak, indeed submitting as they require is something that very, very few men could ever do. Being able to do so is the opposite of weakness, it is rather indicative of tremendous strength and self-control. He should be taking pride in his submission, pride in his ability to give up so very much for their mutual happiness. He needs to not only come to understand just how strong he is, but to embrace that strength, banishing insecurity, building self-esteem.

2. He writes that he, his wife, and her lover have all found the greatest joys and fulfillments in their lives while living as slave husband, dominant cuckoldress, and dominant lover. It is time that he realize and truly understand that finding joy and fulfillment through the exploration of sexuality by consenting adults is not deviant or in any way wrong. What would be wrong would be to throw all of that happiness away because one is worried about how society views such things.

3. Devavu2009 must stop asking and begging for modes of domination that he does not want. He must recognize the importance of being painfully honest in his communications with his two dominants, and must recognize that when he is less than honest those lies directly impact his dominants by showing them that he does not take their shared relationship seriously.

4. He must learn obedience. He has by his own admission asked for each and every thing his wife and her lover demand of him, over and over again. As a result, when they make such demands, he is obligated to obey. He must realize that to disobey or complain is to hurt those people in his life, and to show himself a liar. They are giving him exactly what he desires, he must obey.

5. He must bring himself to a point of empathy for his wife and her lover. He needs to understand that it is completely unreasonable for him to beg for things, and then refuse to do them, unreasonable for him to spark fantasies within his dominants and then mock those fantasies. He must realize that there are three people in the relationship and that the relationship must be a blending of everyone's desires, not simply something that exists to fulfill his desires of the moment. He must become a partner in the relationship, not a demanding brat, sitting in the corner bitching every time he does not get his way, or more often bitching when he does get his way, but not at the exact moment he wants it.

6. Devavu2009 must realize that if he acts like a spoiled brat, withdrawing himself from the relationship, mocking the very fantasies he created within his wife and her lover that they will feel betrayed by him, and want to spend time away from him. That instead, with open and honest communication, and empathy for their needs and desires, he will be an even more vital part of the triangle and they will want to include him deeper in their lives.

7. He must stop lying about his fantasies, needs, and desires. He must realize that when he lies to his wife and her lover, his lies have powerfully negative effects on their lives, and the relationship they all share.

8. He must understand that there is absolutely nothing wrong, or to feel guilty about when it comes to fulfilling sexual explorations between consenting adults. He needs to stop being concerned about what other people could think, or about any need to feel guilt for his fantasies and their mutual explorations. Instead of worrying about pleasing society, he should be worrying about pleasing himself and his dominants.

9. Devavu2009 should obey his wife; grant her the divorce she seeks. He should ensure that their assets are divided fairly, and take steps to protect the assets he is awarded. He should do this to protect his own future. Beyond that, he should obey and embrace his submission.

10. He should, as demanded, live with his wife and her lover as their denied, humiliated, and worked slave. He should embrace his role, and obey in all ways.

11. He should realize, as his wife pointed out, that he has already consented to this life, consented in the many letters he wrote begging for exactly what she is now demanding. He should accept who and what he is so that he can ride a wave of pleasure and fulfillment along with his wife and her lover, wherever she may decide that wave must lead. He must accept and obey now, for this has the potential to be the greatest ride of his life (as he himself admits throughout the story.) If he does not, he will regret it for the rest of his life, likely a life lived all alone as very few dominants would stick with a slave, husband or otherwise, who put them through what he has put his wife and her lover through.

I encourage you to read Devavu2009's story, it is truly well written and interesting. I would be curious to learn if you agree with my thoughts on it, and what he should do, or if you agree with the consensus on the forum.

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Chapter 5

Saturday night. For us, like many couples, date night. She dressed in all black. Towering high heels, fishnet stockings with garter belt, a short leather skirt, and a very sexy leather corset. No panties of course, those she wore only when she had it in mind for someone to sniff them later.

I too was in black, black leather boots, pants, and a T-shirt proclaiming to all “I Drink Pee!” I also wore a collar as befitting my station, and while I was shaving for the evening she bent me over the bathroom counter and inserted a plug deep into my ass.

Ready, we were off to a fetish party.

We entered, mingled, shared some words with friends both old and new, then she was off on the prowl. “Take my purse and sit down at that table over there. I’m going to have some fun while you wait for me. Lots of beautiful women here tonight, so you shouldn’t get bored watching them prance around!”

With that she was off to mingle some more, perhaps meet some new people, and I knew to play. She loved these parties because they were always populated by guys just begging to be whipped, just begging to serve. I found us a table and sat taking tremendous voyeuristic enjoyment in all there was to see.

Time passed, I watched, I talked to some friends who happened by, I enjoyed my drinks. From time to time I’d catch sight of her talking to someone, laughing with or at someone, spanking a bare ass with a smile on her lips and a twinkle in her eye.

Eventually she brought a new lady friend over to our table, I was introduced and they sat down. “Anne here has been doing a lot of playing lately, as a submissive to her boyfriend, but now she wants to explore her dominant side.” My wife told me.

“You certainly couldn’t have a better teacher than my wife, and I’m quite sure that you will come to enjoy exercising power, demanding that your desires be met.” I said to Anne.

“Can you tell me how your relationship works?” Anne asked my wife.

“Certainly. It’s really quite simple. I have decided that in our relationship I make the decisions. I am the decision maker. He does not get to make decisions. He is the non-decision maker. I decide where we go, what we do, whom we see. I decide how sex will be for me, and how sex will be for him. I decide how chores will be done, and whom they will be done by. He doesn’t so much as go to the bathroom without my say so.” Said my wife.

“I understand how that works intellectually, in theory, but how does it work in practice?” Anne asked.

“He loves sex, surely all men do. He doesn’t get to make decisions though, and especially not about sex. I make the decisions, and I don’t honestly care what he thinks about sex. This has resulted in denial of all sex for him. He is not allowed to touch my pussy or my breasts in a sexual way, he certainly will never have his cock in my mouth or pussy, and I freely take my sexual pleasure from other men. He’s sitting there right now with a huge plug jammed up his ass, and that’s as close as he ever gets to sex with me. I do let him lick my ass when he’s been a good boy, and I let him kneel down and masturbate once in awhile. So you see, what he desires is unimportant to me, what I desire is all that is important, and since I make the decisions my desire becomes his law.” She said.

“But how can you like that?” Anne exclaimed while turning towards me.

“My wife has taught me that only female sexual pleasure is valid, that male sexual pleasure is both moronic and disgusting. At her hands I’ve learned to take my pleasure in her pleasure, to find sexual satisfaction in her satisfaction. I delight in my life, and in living as she directs me to live.” I answered.

“Explaining the joys of female supremacy is very hard to do, but seeing those joys is easy.” My wife said.

“I would like to take you shopping some day next week. Hubby here can wash your car and clean your apartment while we are out, then fix us a nice meal. That should help open your eyes to the benefits of female supremacy for us, and watching him joyfully go about his tasks should help you understand how deeply fulfilling such service is to a male.” She continued.

“That would be fun. Let me give you my email.” Anne replied while writing her electronic address on a napkin.

“In the meantime just remember that in female supremacist relationships, only the females desires are important. If we care about the males desires he knows this, and it ruins the fantasy for him. If we worry about him having fun he knows it, and it becomes less fun, and unfulfilling for him. To make your man happy you have to be cruel and selfish. The crueler, the more selfish you become, the happier he will be. Decide exactly what it is you want, communicate those desires to a man with extreme clarity, then demand that they be met. It will make you both thrilled.” My wife finished.

“Now let’s leave hubby here and go see if we can’t find a handsome boy to spank!” She said.

With that they were gone and I left to continue my voyeuristic pleasure, and my thoughts that we just might have a new member of C.L.I.T. A very attractive young woman, if she could discover and embrace female supremacy she would make one very lucky man mighty happy indeed. Perhaps even a little stable of men.

Eventually my wife returns to me, this time with a very attractive and muscular young man in tow.

“Honey, I want you to meet Jack. I’ve been having the most wonderful time with him! Jack, this is my husband.” We shake hands as my wife makes her introduction.

“I put Jack up in the sling and went to work on his cock and balls, really pulled out all the stops with the clamps, sounds, and even a little ruler. His cock is magnificent! Long, thick, and hard beyond belief. He was so much fun, and so much lust! You should have seen all the precum running out of him.” My wife told me.

I nodded at him in acknowledgement of her compliments as my wife started telling him about me.

“My husband is a very good slave to me, and I love him very much. The thought of being sexual with him disgusts me though, so I just can’t allow anything like that to ever happen. He’s a good boy though, and never gets jealous when I find a great new man to fill my needs.” She told Jack.

He looked at me with a smirk in his eyes as he realized just how pussy whipped I truly am.

“Now kiss me, show hubby just how hot we are together.” My wife commanded him.

I watched their long, lingering kiss, mouths wide open, tongues clashing. Her hand grabbing his ass, her other reaching for his cock, stroking it through his pants, all the while his hands moving back and forth between her ass and her tits, exploring her body to both their delights.

Their kiss and touching ended she looked at me and asked “Did you like watching him make me so hot little hubby?”

“Yes, I always get so turned on watching you.” I replied.

“Good. Now I want you to go home. Jack and I are going to hang out here a little while longer, then he can drive me home. Turn up the heat in my bedroom, light the candles, and turn down the sheets. Get out my toys, don’t forget any of my favorites, I want to hurt poor Jack some before he makes me cum.” She commanded.

“Yes Ma’am.” I replied.

“When my room is all ready you can go to bed, read awhile while you wait for us. When we get home turn on the intercom in your room so that you can listen while Jack pleasures me.” After I cum you can masturbate, but do it into a condom and when you are done tie off the end to keep it fresh. You can drink your disgusting slime with your orange juice in the morning before licking any stains Jack and I might make off of my sheets. Do you understand all of my instructions slave?” She asked me.

“Yes, Ma’am” I answered.

“Good, then get going, I want everything perfect when Jack and I get there, because I have a feeling that tonight’s going to be a night to remember!”

I left and did as instructed. Much later that night I listened to the intercom as she tortured Jack unmercifully, and later as he brought her to orgasm time and time again. The next morning Jack was gone having been sent away when she was done using him, I of course drank my orange juice fortified with cum, and licked the wet spots they had created off of her sheets before changing them.

Later in the day, I wrote my note to Jack.

Dear Sir,

Sincerely,
Pussy boy

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Chapter 3

Like most of my evenings this one was filled with electronic correspondence. Inquiries from those interested in C.L.I.T. Commanding Ladies In Triumph or it’s Men’s Auxiliary C.O.C.K. Cultivating Obedience Control & Kink. Letters from members of each, many of course seeking advice on the cultivation of their dominance or their submission, and reports to the Board of Directors; gloriously merciless women all.

My wife and I started C.L.I.T. and C.O.C.K. years ago with the express purpose of encouraging women everywhere to take control of their husbands, and of course encouraging those husbands to accept feminine control. We do not believe that relationships among ‘equals’ can be stable or fulfilling in the long term, and we choose to live a lifestyle in which the female is superior to the male. It seemed logical to us, and to the members who have joined us through the years that encouraging such dormant interests in both women and men would be helpful to the individuals thus encouraged, and society as a whole for happy individuals in fulfilling relationships are precisely what create positive civilization.

Of course not all members of the group pursue female supremacy with as much vigor or variety as we do, but all members do recognize the need for unequal relationships and embrace those relationships in which the female is superior to the male. Beyond the acceptance of those simple concepts the variety of relationships is unending as it should be in any free society.

What we seek to create, and what we have created is a subculture and a tight knit group in which women accept and use power for their own pleasure and in which men set aside their own wants, needs, and desires in order to best obey the woman they serve. A subculture in which women control, discipline, punish, dominate, decide, cause pain, humiliate, and command. A subculture in which men are controlled, are disciplined, are punished, submit, do not decide, suffer pain, are humiliated, and obey. A subculture of otherwise strong men who willingly become weak for the woman they serve. A subculture of strong women who strive to consider only their own wants, needs, and desires and who strive to selfishly demand that those wants, needs, and desires be met by the man in their life. Contrary to popular thought, such relationships are deeply fulfilling to both men and women.

This morning also called for a thank you letter to my wife’s current lover as she felt it important for me to always send a nice note after one of her ‘dates.’

Dear Sir,

Sincerely,
Her boy

I finished my morning correspondence with a little love note to my wife. I know that the delights in receiving them, and that they serve as an important way of checking in on the health of our relationship.

My dearest wife,

As always with love,
Your little pussy boy

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I suppose that some people would think that my beautiful wife Georgia has some strange ideas about sex, and I guess that if the stories I hear from the guys at work are true she does. I’m thrilled with her ideas though, and whenever I hear the guys talking about their ‘exploits’ I have to feel a bit sorry for them. They just can’t know how exciting it is to be married to a woman who thinks like Georgia, how wonderful it is to be forever kept on edge by her.

Georgia doesn’t believe in getting fucked. She decided long before I met her that taking a cock into her body was a submissive act, and she refuses to submit to anyone. She doesn’t ever allow her gorgeous cunt to be defiled or used by any cock.

Georgia is though a firm believer in fucking. She says that men need to fuck regularly, and that women who don’t have sex often enough with their husbands create unhappy marriages. To prevent that she makes sure that we fuck at least three times a week. She bends me over, outfits herself with a favorite strap-on dildo and takes great pride in how hard and how long she can work my ass. Through the years she has graciously increased the size of her dildos so that now when I am opened for her it is quite large indeed.

Georgia believes that rough sex is most exciting for men, and that as foreplay to a good assfucking men should have their balls crushed, their nipples viciously pinched & twisted, and their butts paddled. I look forward to each of these amazing encounters with a great deal of desire, and an equal measure of fear. A perfectly delicious combination.

Georgia believes that husbands should be cuckolds. She thinks it’s good for a marriage when the faithful husband is aware that he is cuckolded, and that its good for the husband to listen as his wife takes her pleasure with another man, or even occasionally actively participates in his own cuckolding. She keeps a very select group of submissive men ‘on call.’ Submissive men who come to do her bidding, and worship her body, bringing her to orgasm exactly as she desires. Sometimes I get to watch, sometimes just listen. She is so beautiful when she lies back and one of her boy toys uses his tongue to give her pleasure.

Georgia believes that husbands need to be denied the pleasure of their wife’s cunts. I’m never allowed to touch her precious cunt, to lick her beautiful cunt, or even indicate a desire to do so. Her cunt, and her orgasm are both completely reserved for her submissive toys, and I’m not allowed to have it in any way.

Georgia does however believe that husbands need the body of their wives, and she always provides me with the wonderful treat of her ass. Sometimes I get to kneel behind her and sniff this most precious part of her. Sometimes she will sit upon my face and allow me to lick her tiny hole. Sometimes I may be gagged while her wonderful ass grinds against my face.

Georgia believes that husbands should lick a lovers cum off of their wives as a tangible reminder of their role as cuckold. Often she will allow her submissive pets to masturbate and cum on her dainty little feet or perfectly shaped ass, then come to me later to have it cleaned off with my tongue. She says that it’s just one more gift that her sexuality gives me, and I believe she is right.

Georgia believes that husbands have no right to male orgasm, and that happy marriages are created when the wife rigidly controls the husband’s orgasm. Toward that end she keeps me in a stainless steel chastity tube at all times. I’m never allowed to touch my cock without her permission, and the steel tube is never removed unless she determines it is time for my ‘pipes to be cleaned.’ This is never more often than once every six weeks or so, sometimes she decides that I must go much longer. I know that deep down she doesn’t think that husbands should cum at all, and sometimes she tells me that she just might put an end to my cumming altogether.

Georgia believes that cuckolding is best when the cuckold husband is even more excited about the cuckoldress wife’s upcoming encounters than she is. To keep me forever excited about the orgasms she gets from her sub boys she has instituted a simple rule. I am never allowed the privilege of my own orgasm unless she has cum herself immediately following my release. I am denied, denied, and denied while she has all she desires from her subbie guys, then once she decides that I can be given an orgasm I must wait until she next cuckolds me. When she has cum she will lay me in the bed, sit upon my face, and remove the stainless steel trap from my cock. I get to lick her perfect ass while I masturbate, and when I’m done the steel goes right back on. Of course she never tells me in advance about when she has decided I may be allowed to cum, so each and every time she is with one of her boys I get horribly excited that maybe this is the time for me. I think she is right, due to this conditioning, I think I am even more excited about her orgasm than she is!

Others might think she is a little strange when it comes to sex, but I think that Georgia is the most perfect wife that could be!

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