Newlyweds

by Little Tom

 

Debbie had been out all day. I'd done 2 men at once, had a session with Mistress, worked out twice, practiced walking, practiced make up, read a fashion mag and bathed twice. All in all a normal day.

"There is an outfit in a black carrier bag in your wardrobe. Bath again, then get dressed, you have half an hour." Well, I had just finished an hour aerobics. I dodged into the shower, washing off, douching myself fully clean. When dry I found the bag, and felt my brow wrinkle a bit. It was an outfit I'd helped Debs into a few days ago, the morning after that night with Mistress. We'd giggled a bit at it then it was so extreme.

First a white silk corset, very traditional, but one that cut around the breasts with only the smallest little balcony. Then plain white stockings, a tiny white pair of bikini knickers, long white gloves and a bizarre long skirt. It had slits front and back so was fairly demure when standing still, but bared all when you walked. There was also these little tabs to pull the skirt to the sides, clearly to make you "more accessible". Over all this when a very dramatic white cloak.

I did my hair and make up simply, it suited the costume, and waited. Not for long, one of the drivers opened the door and smirked at me. Once in the car I put on the blindfold and was driven for quite away, only being told to take it off after the car had fully stopped.

We were in a filthy alley. The driver opened the car and motioned to a rather decrepit green steel door in front of us. I walked forward, very conscious of how I was dressed, and tried not to look at the drunk collapsed in a corner who leered and waved at me.

The steel door was opened and a man motioned me down a long concrete set of steps. At the bottom there was another door and I relaxed a bit to find Debs there, though dressed only in a tiny thong and heels. I walked up for a kiss, first cleaning her cheek of a little dribble of cum.

It was a very chaste kiss for us. "It's a very important night darling. Be brave and do what you have to do. Inside here is very special, its protected. None of the devices we think are in our head will work in here. You can't be punished, I can't be punished, nor will anything else work. Tonight no one will force you to do anything. Understand?"

"I…" She put a finger to my lips. I didn't understand, but I nodded. With a sharp knock on the door it opened, and she led me into a dark cold room. There was a fair sized crowd, many of whom I recognised as trainers or people I'd served. In front of us was Tom standing beside his father. He held a leesh with a large Doberman sitting beside them.

Debs stepped behind me, urging me forward, then took the cloak off. The door shut behind with a loud clang, making me jump. Yet my eyes didn't go off Tom. Just seeing him there, looking like a man in a formal DJ, made me feel weak. My body tingled, and felt myself flush.

"See?" She whispered in my ear, and I knew what she meant. If what she said was true, if there was no controls in this room, then why was I aroused looking at Tom? "He's going to ask you to do something, it's a test to prove yourself to him."

Prove myself? "Bitch." My breath whispered out of my lips, my loins tingled. How could his words effect me so. "I want you to present, then let this dog mount you."

I understood. He wanted me to do something awful, horrible just for his amusement. My mouth went dry. How could I do this? It went against every last shred of my self image and dignity.

I felt Debs step back, felt her move beside me, saw her sit back on her heels beside John, saw him stoke her head absently. Her lips moved silently, but it was if she spoke clearly to the whole room. "Do it John."

Tom spoke again. "I want you to do it bitch, and do it understanding exactly how I feel about you. You're just a dog to be fucked." His words made me cum, and in the little blinding death I knew a truth. What I wanted no longer mattered.

Slowly, knowing it was my doom, I sank to my knees, I bent forward until the side of my face lay on the cold hard concrete. I bowed my back and crossed my wrists at the small of my back. That small voice at the back of my head, the old John, the man, was shouting, screaming. I put him in a little box and closed the lid.

There was snuffling behind me, a cold wet nosed nudged me, and wet lips and sharp teach nipped my knickers and pulled them down. A wet raspy tongue licked me, and I shut my eyes tight. The was so awful, but it was what he wanted, what everyone there wanted, what… Debbie wanted.

Paws landed on the small of my back, soft hands pulled me apart and I opened my eyes to see Debbie beside me. Something hard poked at my ass, started jabbing, entered…

I came.

Debbie's soft hands lifted my shoulders. I raised myself as the dog started to thrust.

"Who do you see?" Tom, and my eyes fastened on the bulge in his trousers. I ached for that bulge.

"Tell me."

"Its… Tom."

"Yes, and he wanted you to do this, and you did it. No one forced you tonight did they?"

"No."

"Why did you do it?"

It came out as a sob, "Because I love him."

The room politely clapped, and murmurs circulated. She stroked a hanging tit, "Its OK baby, you did it, you're there." She held something in front of my eye. It was a ring, and in an instant I recognized it, it was my wedding ring. With another mental leap I knew exactly which ring was piercing her nipple.

"Bitch, I want you to give me that ring. Give it to me, then wear it knowing that it means you're mine."

The thought completely twisted my mind. How could I do that? How could I give this man, this boy, my wedding ring? I looked beside me to Debbie, who's eyes found mine and let me know that what I'd told her the other night was completely reciprocated. She would die for me.

That meant the ring meant nothing, and that the ring meant everything. As the dog slowed its fucking, as its knot began to grow I took the ring from her hand, and feeling an orgasm begin to build, handed it to Tom.

"I accept your ring bitch." He handed it back to Debbie, and began to unzip his trousers. I hungrily took his cock in my mouth as I felt Debbie swab my nipple, then felt something cold pinch me there.

As the dog began pumping his cum into my ass, as Tom began pumping his cum into my mouth, as a needle pierced my nipples the horrendous mix of pain and pleasure. My world went black.

 

I woke with a start feeling a cock enter me. In a moments panic I found my arms and legs bound spread eagle, then as I opened my eyes I saw Tom's face above me. I relaxed.

"Hey, that was cool last night. You're mine now right?"

I thought for a second, the memories flooding through me. In a very small voice I answered, "Yes."

 

A while later as Tom dozed I quickly cleaned myself then donned a small thong from a cache beside the door, my cock out. He's sleepily told me to get him a coffee and that was all I was allowed to dress when running errands in the house.

It made me nervous. It was a very formal house, hell every time I'd come I'd been escorted up to his room by the butler or a maid. I'd never gone out not dressed. Yet that was what he said, so I did it. As I did I felt myself relax. It really didn't matter any more. I only had to do what I was told to make him happy. What I wanted just wasn't important. I marvelled at the thought, it was so anathema to who I'd been, yet there I was.

I slipped out into the dark corridor, it was still the middle of the night, and slipped downstairs. I roughly knew where the kitchen was, and was a bit surprised to find the light on.

I went in and found a grumpy looking made preparing an expresso, and Debs. Like me she wore only a small pair of knickers and high heels. My eyes went straight to the ring through he nipple. Yes, it was the one I gave her.

She smiled brightly, came over and pulling me to her by the bum, kissed me deeply.

"Uhmm, another coffee for Tom please." I spoke over Debs shoulder, knowing I had to deal with his needs before I could relax.

"Hey."

I felt myself blush. "I can't believe I did that last night."

"But you did. You admit you love him now?" I bit my lip, but nodded. "Good, I think they were beginning to worry you weren't going to bend. I'm not sure what would have happened if you didn't, but it wouldn't be good. Its why I helped get you there, you had to. Are you OK?"

I nodded, "Yeah, its… easy now. Did… you have to go through the same thing?"

She nodded. "I felt so guilty afterwards, feeling like I'd betrayed you. It was only when you said what you did that night that I realised I hadn't, couldn't. We've done what we had to do to survive, and much as I wouldn't have chosen it, I love John obsessively. Like you." I nodded.

Her hand slid between us to play with the ring in my nipple. "You realise we're not married any more?"

I went still, "No, we still…"

She put a finger to my lips, "No, we're not. We still love each other, but you can't be my husband any more silly!" I felt foolish. "Any thoughts of a small cottage, a garden, children running around, that's not for us any more." There was such a sadness in her voice. "This is us now." A hand slid between us, down my belly, into my knickers as her tongue probed my mouth. I melted against her.

"Ehemm." The maid handed us to hot drinks. She took my hand as we went up the stairs, pecked a kiss to my cheek as she turned right to my turn left. I felt funny at that, but then I thought of Tom laying on the bed, and my tummy flipped.

Just as I was opening the door though, the one behind me opened and John strode out with Debbie meekly behind him. An older man, he was very fit, and like Tom unusually tall at probably six and a half foot. The body moving towards me was fit, but the eyes where steel to Tom's youthful enthusiasm. I felt intimidated. He nodded me forward and I went in and bending at the waist handed a groggy Tom his coffee.

"Tom my boy, you've done very well. You may not know, but this bit of fluff here has been intensively monitored, and as a result so have you. I know you've had temptations, but you've kept to the family rules and only played with her." I wasn't sure I understood, but Tom looked pleased with himself. "As a result we're going to bend the rules a little bit. This bitch remains mine," He nodded at Debbie, "But when I'm not using her, you may play."

Tom looked stunned, "But she's a real woman!"

"Yes, but sterile. I've decided as you kept to the family traditions we can modify them a bit. In your turn, when you have a son, I expect you will also provide him his first fuck appropriately with a t-girl to keep with tradition, but so long as no child will result we can change things a little."

"Thanks Dad!"

"Bitch, go to him." I felt a bit funny watching Debbie move eagerly onto the bed. John, put his hand around me as we watched he slowly suck him hard. "Help the bitch mouth." I was lightly spanked, and knelt beside the bed to grasp Tom and aim him upwards as Debbie straddled his body.

"Face me, and worship." Surprised I turned to him on my knees. "Tom, I presume you won't mind my making use of what's yours?"

"Hell no!" He was looking down in marvelling satisfaction at where he entered Debs.

I undid John's robe to find a soft, but large cock. Gently I kissed the tip, then lifted it to lick up the underside. I had always liked that. Looking up I saw him gazing at me impassively as he sipped his coffee.

"Listen carefully. I will not repeat, and you must not stop. Now, you need to understand the rules of this house. First, he is your lord and master, you must obey him in all things. I, as his father, rule this house, therefore I must be obeyed above him. Understand?" I nodded. "It is different now to your training, you will personally be punished for your transgressions, not your ex-wife." I kissed the tip of his hardening cock, then slid my lips down the shaft again.

"I have the ability of punishment from your training." I shivered, but slowly began to lick, then such in one of his balls. "However, I am a traditionalist, and we use older means of punishment in this house." Though I had experienced little, I knew what 'traditional' meant. "Your first and foremost duty is to pleasure my son. That must always be first and foremost on your mind, and you must always be ready and clean."

I watched for his reaction to my ball sucking. I could tell much about how to deal with a man from that. I was surprised to find few men had experienced it as certainly I'd got Debbie to do it to me. Some got freaked out, those you kept the sex simple and boring with. Some got enthusiastic, those you tried other new things out on. Some demanded it, those you watched carefully and responded quickly to. Some, like John, savoured it. Those you served most carefully as they knew and expected only the best. I was concentrating hard, though still carefully listening to his words.

"You are also responsible for him, keep him clean and presentable. You will be punished for his failings, not him. This room and his cloths must be kept perfect at all times." I tried nibbling and licking the tip of his cock, before plunging my lips down to his base. That brought an indrawn breath.

"Good, you are as talented as claimed. Now for yourself, only knickers and heels outside this room when there is no company. You are chattel, the staff know your status, and modesty is not allowed. You must obey Giles my butler as me, and he has rights on your body. No other staff may use you without my or Toms consent, but expect to be in service. You will be given credit cards and a monthly budget for cloths. It is up to you to dress to please, and you will be punished if you wear the same combinations more than once. Variety is demanded." At this point I was slowly rubbing his tip on the inside of my cheek. Most guys found that incredibly arousing.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes John." My face was rocked with a hard and fast slap.

"In any situation outside of social ones I am Master John to you, and my son is simply Master. Understood?"

I was far too familiar with punishment, but the physicality and immediacy of this one stunned me. "Yes… Master John."

"Good, a Beckman mount I think." He took another sip of his coffee as he looked at me. I knew exactly what he wanted, it was a difficult and aerobic position for the woman, but needed a very strong very certain man. I think he was making a point. So could I.

I stood, languidly moving my body and turned to wiggle out of my knickers. Facing him I took a firm grip at his shoulders, lifted a foot onto his hip, then with a small hop lifted the other.

He was a rock, barely moved other than to shift his weight backwards. Don't know how many times I'd fallen with my partners when learning this one. Locking my eyes onto his I used my body to scoop up his erection, wiggled to get it straight, then let it slide down my belly, then in. I slowly sank down, biting my lip at the intense sensation, he was the same size as Tom, and it was getting to me. Still, I used all my skills to massage him with those inner muscles I'd sweated (and Debs had been overly punished) to train.

He was impassive, and just took another sip of coffee. Slowly I built up a rhythm and was rewarded to see a bead of sweat form on his brow. I came, came again, but didn't stop. I won when he finally just put a hand to my hip to yank me down, closed his eye and let his head drop back before cumming deep inside me.

As I slid off him he reached to play with the ring in my nipple. It was still very sore, but my obvious discomfort didn't stop him. "Very good. You may just have been worth what I paid for you. Tom, shift that bitch over and get her doggy. Lets do a little fuck test shall we?"

Tom currently had Debs in the missionary, but with a wife grin he got up and my wife scrambled to her knees. I knew I should stop calling her that, but I wasn't sure I could. I John's nod I went to my knees beside her. Shoulder to shoulder she turned and gave me a kiss. "Enthusiastic, isn't he?" She smiled and nodded back to Tom. I grinned wryly, I knew that all to well.

The two men proceeded to probe each of our backdoors in turn. "Asses are the same, they keep themselves rightfully tight." "Dad, I'm not sure I can tell much of a difference between their pussies." "Hah, very good work Anthea has done there, just probe your tip in and out of the entraces a few times. See?" "Oh, your bitch is a bit puffier." And glide your tip up and down." "Ahhh, I get it, less room in yours." "Yes, see, a natural clit." We were each held wide in turn. I felt like a piece of meet, but equally felt very aroused with that tingly giddiness I'd come to associate with Tom. "There, see, that slit is where your bitches cock slides up, that bump peeking out is her cock, acts as her clit and just looks like a big one unless you really know."

"Huh."

 

Tom was out at rugger practice and I was putting his laundry away. As I lay his jocks into their drawer I tingled at the memory of sucking him off, then tucking him into one just before he left. He liked getting a blow job before as I dressed him.

From across the hall I heard muffled cries, and knew Debbie was getting seen to. It made me tingle even more. Dimly I knew it was wrong to get aroused by knowing another man was fucking my wife, but after all that had happened I did.

"Bitch, come here." John's voice boomed through the doors and I ran. I knew I looked silly, naked but for a pair of knickers and heels, running, but it wasn't a time for dignity.

I came through the door and found Debs bound and gagged on the bed. It was very complicated with her knees to her chest, arms tight behind her and her head held back. John was standing naked behind her, and for not the first time I felt a similar reaction to when I was with Tom. He was a powerful man, I'd been trained to react to that.

"Come guide me in." I ran over, kneeling beside them. First I took his tip in my mouth, then lay my head on the small of her back, and let my tongue glide along his shaft as I aimed it in at her pussy.

"Extraordinary. You really feel no shame at another man fucking your former wife?"

"No Master John. Not any more" I'd hesitated for a moment, knowing it was the answer he wanted, but also knowing it was true.

"You are as talented a cocksucker I know, are flirty and dirty, and actively whore what was your own wife. No real man would be like that, you must have been in the closet before you were abducted."

I lifted my lips from working his shaft as he slowly thrust in and out of Debbie. "No, I wasn't Master John."

"Come on, how many cocks had you had?"

"None Master John."

"On threat of punishment, how many?"

"I swear to you, none Master John."

"Bloody Anthea is too good. Still, she picked well. You can only have been repressing it. No real man would let him self be broken just for the love of a woman as Anthea claims." His words stung deeply, but he was wrong. I had. "Rim me." I scrambled around behind him and nestled my face into his bottom. Thankfully he was clean as I began to tongue his anus, but that was down to Debs. I'd have to thank her later.

 

Debbie and I got out of the taxi in Knightsbridge. She was in a little black number, I had on a blouse and short skirt. "Ok darling, time to see if all of this had effected your hatred of shopping! Me, I intend to enjoy every minute!" Taking my hand in hers we headed into the first shop.

Over the rest of the afternoon Debs kept teasing me, but it was serious business. I had to find things I knew Tom would like, and it wasn't easy. There was lots of elegant stuff for her, but I had to find things that were more visual, that teased. It was hard work!

 

"Number Three!" A cock brushed my lips. Blindfolded and with my hands in cuffs behind my back we were playing a game. I licked the tip, almost certain at once who it was, but I dragged it out, sucking on it, running it inside my cheek, playing with it, but stopping when I had to to deny a cum.

"I think… its Rob!"

"Right again!"

I felt a thrill of pride. I knew all of Tom's friends by touch. My hips where lifted and a cock roughly pushed into my pussy. Though I gasped I knew instantly who it was. "Pug!" His cock was quite short, but very very thick.

"4 for 4!" I pushed back, and shut up the little voice that berated me for enjoying this.

 

I hung by my wrists, barely able to support my weight on my heeled feet. Tom was up inside me, on hand massaging my pierced nipple, the other holding a nipple clamp. Beside me Debbie was similarly hung up, but was too high to have here weight on her feet. With nipple clamps on she looked close to agony, or ecstacy, I wasn't sure where the difference was any more.

"I'm close dad." Tom's voice was horse.

"Hold it, hold it… Remember the clamp! And… now." My ass suddenly was on fire from a cane whipping against it, the nipple clamp was removed and it was on fire from the surge of blood back into the sensitive tissue. My body spasmed in a confusing mix of pleasure and pain.

"Oh Fuck!" Tom started spurting deep inside of me, adding a layer of sensation to the assault on my system. "Oh Fuck, that's intense, she suddenly clamped down on me!"

Master John came over and patted his shoulder as he slowly withrew, leaving me gasping and hanging limply. No way could I support my weight after that. "Yes, nothing like mixing and orgasm with a punishment to send their bodies into overdrive. Gives a fuck like little else, though you have to get the timing just so.

His finger traced a growing welt on my ass. "Lovely." With a quick step he was over to Debbie. "So bitch are you sorry to put that rip in my pants in your needless haste to get at me?" I felt for her, it seemed so small, yet it obviously riled him and I know Debbie was already hugely contrite.

"Oh Master, I'm so sorry, I will be more careful I promise. Please Master!"

"Tom, you game?"

"Hell yeah!" His cock was rising again, I knew Debs punishment was turning him on. The two men moved front and back of her, Master John lifting her slightly by the hips so both could get their cocks in place. He let her slowly drop back down on them as Tom removed the nipple clamps.

Still dazed myself I heard her cry out, and felt that buzz in my tummy at knowing how she was pleasing them. It was hard serving these men, but the rewards where so very intense. I thought I'd learned unimaginable pleasure with the training with Mistress. It had certainly turned my mind, but Master John knew things, hard things, that made me feel pleasure so deeply. Or was it pain? I'm not sure I knew the difference any more.

 

I went through the now familiar door. I was dressed in a simple floral sun dress, very short and only with knickers on beneath. I knew I'd turned heads walking down the street to the pick up point for my weekly training session with Mistress, but I'd kept my head up, shoulders back and walked the only way I knew how to walk now. Tom liked people looking at me.

Mistress lazed back on a chaise lounge dressed only in a short Chinese robe.

"Mmm, that must have had some men slavering. Did you blush knowing they where looking?"

"No Mistress, Master wants me to be proud."

"Mmm." That was a less approving sound as before. "Undress and come worship." I slid out of my dress and crawled to her. "Why are you crawling?"

"This is how Master likes me to come worship him in private."

"Mmm." I gently began to lick my way up her legs. A cool hand traced the almost healed welts on my backside. "John has always been a traditionalist. Mmm." More pleased this time, "A bit harder." Her hand slid down the back of my transparent knickers, a finger tracing round my anus. I wiggled my ass in anticipation. "Yes, my masterpiece. I hope they don't destroy you…" I gasped as the finger pushed in.

 

I close the overhead locker in the tiny cabin of the private jet. There were two sets of plush seats facing each other. We were going on holiday, dimly I remembered that it was the same place as Debbie and I had gone on our honeymoon. Or had we not got there? I wasn't sure anymore.

I paused for a moment looking at Debbie curled up beside Master John, her head on his shoulder. I was suddenly hit by this twinge of sadness, a memory of her head on my shoulder breaking through the walls I'd built in my mind.

Then Tom's hand slid up under my dress to cup my backside. "Come here Bitch." He patted the seat beside him and feeling a rush of happiness I curled up beside him, my head resting on his shoulder, my hand tracing the outline of his cock under his trousers.

He laughed, "Wait you impatient thing you! We've got to take off before we can play." I sighed in contentment knowing I'd have it somewhere inside me.

I felt a hand on my thigh and looked to see Debbie grinning sexily at me. Knowing they liked it, and liking it myself I felted up and began kissing her. Feeling a hand slid up under my dress I cupped one of her breasts through the thin fabric of her own cloths. No bra, we weren't allowed to wear bras on this trip. The men laughed, and I was pulled back down onto Tom. Nice…

 

We entered the big room while our men had a drink first. Debbie dropped back on the big four poster. She lay back on her elbows, one knee up, the other leg spread. "This would have been our honeymoon bed you know."

"Honeymoon?" A memory battered through from behind the walls in my mind, but I plastered the gap shut.

She looked sad, "You don't want to remember, do you darling?"

I didn't like this conversation. So, not answering I slid the dress up over my head, and shimmied out of my knickers. "Tie me up will you dear? Tom will be up in a moment, and he loves me being all open and vulnerable."

She sighed sweetly at my eagerness, cupped a breast while we shared a deep kiss, then helped bind me down to the bed. Slipping a blindfold over my eyes I felt her kiss a cheek then heard her slip out the door.

A little while later I heard the door open. Heavy footsteps came in and stopped, then a body indented the bed between my spread legs. Fingers touched me there, I instantly knew they weren't Tom's.

A heavy voice said, "Your man said you needed seeing to." Then I felt a large hard cock brush my lower lips. I sighed as it slid up into me.

What was that Debs had said about this being our honeymoon bed? I felt a wave of sadness, then lips crushed mine and I stopped thinking.

 

I sat beside Tom, my feet pulled close so I could do up my nails. He was laid out, half awake half asleep after a good mornings fuck and a big breakfast. Master John was sitting up reading the newspaper, Debs behind him massaging his back.

"Hey, Candy. Isn't that your brother?"

I looked up to see a young man sitting dejectedly at the bar. I sort of recognised him and tried to remember when we'd fucked, but couldn't quite place it.

"It is! My god, I never…"

"Silence." Master John held up his hand and Debbie went still. "This could be amusing. Tom, want to watch a little fun?"

"Hmm?" He was waking up and I put my hand to his chest, slowly stroking downwards.

"That man over there? Its apparently your bitch's brother. Why don't we make him lucky today?"

Tom laughed, I smiled, glad he was happy. "Hey, go over and work your charm, don't come back without sticky knickers!" I giggled, and looked over. He was familiar, but I just wasn't placing it. Still, he was cute and fit.

I stood up, wiggled into a dress and sauntered over. Debbie had given me a weird look, so I'd blown her a kiss.

I sat on the stool beside him, leaning back on my elbows to show off my tits. Sure enough he looked straight at them. "Hey."

"Ahh hi."

"My names Candy, buy me a drink?" His voice faltered a bit as he ordered me a

Shirley Temple. I wasn't allowed alcohol, it made me silly. I giggled, "and your name is…"

"Oh, Alistair."

"Hello Alistair." I held out my hand which he actually shook. I liked it better when they kissed it, made me go all tingly if they did that. His eyes dragged up to mine. Pity, Tom preferred other guys looking at my tits. I kept an eagle watch out of the corner of my eye, sure enough he was looking and laughing with Master John. I was content.

"So why so glum?"

"Oh… it doesn't matter."

"Sure it does! A problem shared is…"

"A problem halved. My mother always said that."

I giggled, "Mine too."

"I don't know. A year and a half ago my brother and his new bride came here on their honeymoon. They never came back. One of us comes out every few months to see if we can find any new clues, but nothing. They apparently registered then nothing more was seen of them. The hotel didn't clue in for days. They say its not uncommon for newlyweds to disappear in their rooms for days at a time."

The story really got to me, it was so sad. I was surprised at how much it got to me, I could even feel a tear form at the corner of my eye. No time for that though, I was on a mission. I put a hand to his leg.

"How sad! You must really miss him!" I moved the hand slowly up his leg.

"I… uhmm, what are you doing."

"I really feel for you poor thing! Maybe I could help make you feel better?" I stood, and took his hand. "Can we talk more in your room? I'd like to help?" I breathed deeply and his eyes moved South again. When I pulled gently on his hand, he didn't resist. Men where so easy.

A short walk away he opened the door, then turned suddenly hesitant. "Look, we shouldn't…"

I pushed him backwards, my hands already working on his belt. 20 seconds later I was on my knees his nicely large cock slipping between my lips.

 

A couple hours later I strolled back to Tom, leaving this Alasdair guy sleeping three cums off in his room. I found him laying out on our secluded balcony, Debs giving him long slow stroked with her mouth. I bent over to kiss him, and opened my legs a little as his hand slapped up between my legs. His fingers brushed aside my knickers, finding his goo inside.

"Good girl. Have fun?"

"Mmm," I was nuzzling his ear. "Where's Master John?"

"Gone to rent some local entertainment. We decided it would be a gas if you played the game with your bro some more. Got to take vid though."

"But Master, what about you? I can't leave you all alone!"

He patted Debs head, "Dad said I could use his bitch for the night. She'll take care of me."

I smiled and went over to join Debbie in licking my master's cock. She gave me another funny look, but of course made space.

 

"Master, may I play with the guy too?" Debbie put on her best pout as I was getting ready to go out with Alistair for the 5^th night running. He was really sweet and a good fuck, he even gave me head and few guys did that.

"So bitch, mind if your ex wife fucks your brother?" The two men chortled. I didn't quite understand what he meant, but shook my head.

 

Back from our holidays it was my weekly visit to Mistress. I went through the door to find her there with Alistair. How nice! I went over to kiss him, but he backed away.

"Come worship my sweet." I shrugged my shoulders at him, his loss, and went to my knees in front of Mistress, slowly kissing up the inside of her legs.

"You see, she has blocked her past. It happens in extreme cases. Probably wouldn't have, but the man I prepared him for are of a rather extreme nature. She had to comply or self destruct, and believe it or not, she's very strong."

I heard the words, but didn't understand. All I knew is my Mistress was damp and her clit required attention I knew all too well how to give.

"You know I can get money you evil…"

Mistress laughed, "Yes, that matters too, but if I do it, I do it to reclaim her. She is being ruined, it is intolerable she not know herself. That was half the fun."

"So you'll do it?"

"Yes, but on my terms. Ahh sweet, that's it. You may not like it, but it's the only way to bring her back…"

 

Debbie and I were out shopping, strolling between Harvey Nicks and Harrods when a plain white van pulled up beside us. Before we could react we were bundled inside. The interior was weird, wrapped in wires and filled with electronics. I was scared, but one of the men holding me put something over my mouth and nose.

 

The room was padded, and no matter how hard I pounded it made no sound. "Let me out! Let me out, my master needs me!" I felt weak inside, desperate. I needed to get back to him he wasn't allowed to fuck anyone else and was probably ready to explode. Why had they done this? Poor Debbie was crying in a corner. I went to her, needing consolation, wanting to give it, but then she lept up and screamed.

A door opened and in walked Mistress. She was nude, and at the site of her I felt my tummy flip, my breasts and loins tingle. I can only imagine if heroin was this good. All the pain, the terror, the darkest need drifted away. I dropped to my knees and felt Debbie do the same beside me.

"Oh Mistress…"

She walked forward. "Worship sweets… You poor things, we'll set your minds straight."

 

Debs laid out on the bed, Mistress stood beside me, "Now Candy, get down and make your sweet sister happy with your mouth."

I kneeled saucily, flashing my best look at Mistress. This was an easy command to do, and I hope she liked watching. I still missed Tim with a deep ache, but Mistress was easily turning into a replacement. I had merely to look at her and feel myself go light-headed and wet with desire.

Debbie looked down at me with a smile, stroking my hair as I kissed up between her legs. As I started Mistress sat on the bed beside us. "So my poor poppet, what would you like to do next to dear Deborah?"

"Ohh, can we go into a 69 please?"

"No… why don't you get your toy out?"

I jumped back. "Of course Mistress, would you like to play?" I was eager to please her, and using my little dildo with her was very pleasant.

"Oh yes Mistress, shall I help tie her up and help you mount her?" Debs was as eager as I was to please her.

"Lets see shall we? Let it go hard and go back to pleasuring Deborah." Some minutes later, "Why not slowly kiss up her body?" I wasn't sure where she was going with this, but happily complied. Kissing Debs belly, watching it jerk as I teased her, was fun. "A bit more…" I began to play and lick her breasts, there were so magnificent, and I knew how to do it to let Mistress have a good view. "And enter."

I looked up at her confused. "Enter Mistress, but you're standing over there?"

She smiled, "No, enter Deborah."

We looked at each other, we were never allowed to do that. It was forbidden, but she reached down with trembling hands. I didn't stop her, it was what Mistress wanted, but I kept looked back to her for confirmation. I felt my tip at the entrance to her pussy, felt her hands rest on my hips, tugging.

"Kiss her silly, and enter!" I turned to Deborah, the woman I loved more deeply than anything in the world. I pushed in a bit, then slammed in deep as my mind began to dissolve and clamour with differing needs.

 

Mistress had left with strict instructions to do anything we wanted with each other until she returned in a couple days. I don't know how long we'd been at it, doing different things, resting, doing, resting, not talking much.

I was lying back feeling more sated than I could remember in a long long time. Debs was sitting up and put a grape to my mouth. "Are… you back?"

I nodded, not quite certain I could trust myself to speak. She bent down and tenderly kissed my lips. "I was a bit worried about you, your changed, became too much like what they wanted, but then my mind started to change too. It was easier to comply than fight wasn't it?"

I nodded again. "I haven't thought about Tim for… a while."

She grinned and fed me another grape, then her breathing changed. "But… they were something. I wonder if our fucking would have excited them? His cock getting hard, then…" She shook her head and screamed.

I held her close, knowing exactly what she meant. As she talked I began to imagine Tim's cock, wanting to get on my knees in front of it.

The door opened and Mistress came in. We both looked over and I felt that rush, that drug like rush at seeing her. "Its OK sweets, come to me now. You still have each other, but there is much still to mend."

 

There was a mild tingle up my spine, "Watch the walk sweet." I smiled and looked back to where she sat as I had just served her tea. My tummy felt all warm looking at her.

A funny thing this. Was it possible to like someone who had taken you through hell against your will? There was a time when I had absolutely hated the woman I was looking at. Yet… yet… she had also taken us back from hell. There was no commercial advantage in our relationship now, indeed I often wondered why she had done it.

She had lost all of her impersonal harshness that she displayed in our training. Neither Debs or I had been subjected to full punishement other than twice for me and once for Debs when we'd each gone into screaming fits of horror. It had certainly shocked me out of it, and had done the same to Debbie. Now we just got little mild reminders, not painful at all.

In fact, it was kind of nice. I got a plate of biscuits and wiggled back to Mistress to see if there was anything else I could help her with.

 

Mistress led us into a darkened room. One wall had a set of floor length curtains. She sat us down on a big sofa and pushed a control. The curtains rolled back to show a large drawing room. I went completely still and felt Debbie stiffen beside me.

In the room where Master John and Tim, two young women on their knees giving them blow jobs.

"When you disappeared they were furious, but silly old John thinks some business rival did it to get a hold on him. I even provided convenient ransom notes. He came to me both angry and laughing that someone would be so foolish to think he would pay ransom for slaves."

I heard her, but dimly. My whole being was focused on Tim. He was clearly enjoying himself, which made me happy, but I immediately wanted to run to him. At the same time I was shouting internally at myself for being an ass. It wasn't a voice that could be shut up anymore. Indeed I felt the need to go to Tim start to be pushed into a box., that same box I used before.

Mistress was rambling on. "He came to me for replacements. I couldn't provide quite the same quality as yourselves of course, takes too long, but I had two plient t-girls. They are both voluntary sluts, and seem to be quite enjoying themselves, don't you think?"

I didn't know what to think, but suddenly noticed Debbie standing at the glass.

"Sweets, do you want me to help you hate them?"

I went to Debbie, turned her face to look at me. The haunted look of longing stabbed into me, but her eyes focused on mine. "Yes Mistress, help me!" Her cry pierced me again.

"Look at them sweets." Not wanting to I turned and on seeing Tim felt a deep revulsion and nausea sweep into me. I went to my knees, trying to hold my stomach in. "Look at them." I did, and threw up.

 

Debbie was beneath me as I slowly pumped in and out of her. Oh how I loved to do that to her again, it was a large part of what was making me me again. I know it was good for her too.

Yet… Her eyes where closed, and I could tell she was thinking of something else.

"Darling?" Her eyes opened and fastened on mine, a smile turning her face on like a switch. I knew then what to say. "Would you like to fuck another man?"

She blushed, "Oh no, not any more! I want you and only you."

I felt myself smile and kissed her. "I said fuck, not love." Though oddly I knew I could live even with that. Nothing could touch our love for each other, not even having our bodies and minds trained to worship… them. "Its OK. I wouldn't mind. Hell, we both do Mistress."

She bit her lip. "It would feel… unfaithful after all this."

I laughed, "Honey, if you'd done it before I'd have been crushed. Now though, you don't mind when you see me with Mistress do you?"

Her eyes blinked rapidly. "No, of course not. That's…"

"Not at all different, is it?"

That wry smile I loved and hadn't seen for a long time lit her face, "No." She looked thoughtful. "Its not that I don't love you, and you know how turned on I am by you."

"But I'm not a man anymore am I?" I could hear the sadness in my voice.

"Oh baby! We could talk to Mistress, maybe get you changed back?"

"That wasn't my question." I deftly avoided what she'd asked. "Do you want to fuck another man?"

She looked naughty, "Yes."

I sped up, "What sort of man, tell me…"

 

Debs and I walked into the room hand in hand. We were dressed in identical saucy black suspender belts holding up black fishnets. Four inch heels and tiny thongs completed the outfit. Only difference was my cock was out and held snugly up against my lower tummy.

Mistress was nude and reclining on her favourite chase longue reading a book. Both of us stopped at the same time as we noticed a black leather dildo harness casually drapped across a side table nearby.

Mistress said, nothing, just turned the page of her book. It was clear she would do nothing more, it was down to us. No… it was down to me. I looked at it with this incredible range of emotions rolling through me.

"Darling, are you OK? I can deal with this if you want to go back to our room… Or do you want to?"

The question hung in the air. I wasn't sure of the answer. I didn't want to answer it, for in answering it I had to answer some of the questions that had been banging around inside my head since Mistress had stole us back.

I suppose that was the point. I couldn't go on playing at being the forced little victim. No one was twisting my arm today, no one would get punished. Mistress had made clear what game she wanted to play, the question was did I want to play it. If I did, then I was absolutely rejecting that old self image I had. If I did was I accepting that I was the slut I'd been turned into?

Thing was, I knew without a certainty of doubt that it would feel good, that I'd enjoy it. Was that so bad? Part of me was certain that it was, that was the problem.

"Debbie, would you think less of me?"

"Baby, I would be proud of you if you turned around and walked away, certain this wasn't what you wanted. I would also be proud of you if you went through with it, certain it was what you wanted. I would be disappointed with you if you ran away because you were scared." I turned to her and saw the look of concern, and yes a little gleam of desire in her eye.

"But a man can't…"

"Baby, you're not a man. You can turn yourself back into one, or not. Remember, doing this doesn't mean you can't change your looks back. Lots of men take it up the ass and like it" Could I turn myself back into the man I remembered? I wasn't so sure. I hadn't answered her the other night when she'd asked the same question.

I took a deep breath, not at all certain about what I wanted to be. For now though I knew what I wanted. "Mistress, may we help you into your harness?"

With a look of complete indifference she stood and nodded. Debs took my hand and squeezed hard as we went over, knelt and using hands and mouths prepared her.

"Worship." I turned my head, felt Debbie's eyes lock into mine and kissed the black leather shaft until our lips met around it. We slicked it with our mouths, until Mistress turned slightly and pushed the tip at my lips. I opened my mouth, closed my eyes and let it glide in. "Do you enjoy the sight sweet, do enjoy seeing your husband penetrated?"

"Yes Mistress." Debs voice was deep, throaty, obviously turned on. I took a shuddery sigh around the shaft in my mouth. Whatever I was to become, right now I was happy, making two women turned on and loving it myself. I debased myself at my Mistress feet and gloried in it as my wife helped feed the fake cock deeper into my throat.

"But Mistress, I thought she wasn't my husband anymore." Her voice was a bit scared, a bit hopeful.

"My poor dear sweets. He may not be your man anymore, but what else do you call the one you love unto death?" Yes, that was right, I was her husband, she was my wife, nothing could change that.

 

I brushed an imaginary crease off the short skirt I'd just put on.

Looking at myself I stopped. With a start it hit me that I recognised the reflection at me. Thinking back I tried to figure out when my mind had switched to thinking of that reflection in the first person, rather than admiring or hating it.

I wasn't sure when it had happened, it was too long ago now. Furrowing my brows I tried to remember what I looked like as a man, and just couldn't quite grasp it.

That bothered me, but then I looked at the mirror again. Tugging at my blouse I couldn't help but think, "Not bad."

 

We lay in our bed, Debbie spooned up behind me. Her fingers idly stroked and squeezed one of my breasts. I felt sated, content, we'd just finished fucking for hours in a variety of positions.

"Baby, would you mind if… well…"

I knew what she wanted, "If you fucked me?" I thought for a minute and realised I didn't mind one bit. There was precious little I'd not do for her, and given I'd accepted it from Mistress how could I turn her down?

I didn't answer, but got up and went to the cupboard. Taking out a pair of dildo knickers I dangled them from a finger and lazily crooked a finger at my lover.

She grinned ferally and slowly stolled over.

A little while later she slapped my behind. "Present."

Closing my eyes with a shiver of anticipation I went to my knees, turned from her and went into the position. I knew it was more than a little sick, not something a real man would ever do, but that wasn't who I was any more. I still wasn't entirely sure who I was, but right now I submitted to one of the two women I loved, and let her do whatever she wanted. And I loved it.

 

I was reading the latest Vogue while Debbie painted her toe nails. The door opened and our immaculately dressed Mistress walked in flanked by two men.

"I've brought you one each."

Debbie stood, looking excited, then turned to me with a crest fallen embarrassed face.

"Darling?"

I took a shuddery breath. It was one thing to take it from a woman, but this was completely different. If I did this I could no longer ever think of myself as the man I had been. It was admitting that I did indeed love sex in any size shape or container. It was admitting I was indeed a little slut to rival my wife.

"You don't have to, but would you mind if I did?" She bit her lip uncertainly.

I stood and took her hand. "In for a penny, in for a pound." A look of open delight lit her face, and Mistress too looked satisfied. Debs put my hand in one of the men's and led the other to one of the sofas.

I was pulled away towards another sofa. I felt nervous, skittish. If Debbie and Mistress weren't there I certainly wouldn't be doing this. Just having that thought struck a cord in my mind. I was willing to experiment with them, even a little bit for them. That sat better in my mind.

When I was pulled down beside him and his hand slid between my legs, I didn't push him away. When I was finally pushed back on the bed, and his knees started pushing my legs apart, I didn't stop it. When the tip of his cock brushed up and into my lower lips, I let it.

That was then I felt a hand grab mine. I turned my face to see Debs in a similar position. She mouthed, "I love you!" and squeezed my hand. I was going to reply when a demanding set of lips crushed against mine, and a cock started its long slide up inside me. Men are so demanding of their own pleasure!

I chucked at the thought, then moaned as his cock did something particularly pleasurable. I felt my body respond to him, maximising his pleasure. With a groan of humiliation that wasn't all bad I knew that was what this body was built for, pleasing others. That was what I was, but that wasn't all I was. Equally deeply I knew that the ones I cared to please where the ones I loved. With that thought my first orgasm flashed through me.

 

Debbie and I stood in a darkened room. We where wearing rather strange close. White cupless corsets, white suspender belts and stockings, whire veils and rather fetish white dresses that where cut front and back and only covered one breast.

We stood facing each other and to either side where large men in dominant leather fetish gear. Each was carefully cutting the rings in our nipples. When they'd taken them out, the rings where briefly taken away. I heard a whir of a jewellers wheel and knew that words describing our ownership to Tim and Master John where being erased.

Mistress came back, and handed us each the rings taken from our nipples. I held the wedding ring I had given to Debbie, she the one she had given to me. Our relationship was in some senses the same, and in many others completely different. Mistress had casually mentioned the bonding ceremony, and now we each reached across and threaded our rings through each other's nipple.

It seemed appropriate. We loved each other deeply, yet knew that ours was no longer a relationship of fidelity. It stung to have the hot metal put through such sensitive flesh, but that too was somehow appropriate.

The task done we looked at each other hands resting on the other's hips. "Now, service the masters who have helped you today."

We turned and both went to our knees in front of the two men. Mistress between us, a hand on each of our shoulders, we began to unbuckle their leather cups.

 

The three of us sat in Mistress formal lounge, for once all dressed. "I think you two are ready to start to go back into the world. It has been some time since I felt for two slaves as I feel for you. I don't wish to let you go, but for once know I have to let you go."

She said it casually, as if it were not a statement of enormous importance. To my surprise it was Debbie who spoke first. "You aren't letting us go Mistress. We will never really leave you, but I do think we both need to explore ourselves more in the world."

Mistress nodded, "I can arrange work on the dark side. Either of you could earn rather large amounts whoring, and if you worked through me I would provide you with an ample living allowance from the income. I wouldn't suggest video or glamour work, it would put your faces a bit too much in the public light. At the moment you are assumed dead, and it wouldn't be a good idea to have that opinion changed in the minds of two certain gentlemen."

I shuddered, she was too right there. A part of me wished certain justice, but the world did not always provide justice. It struck me that in the case of our Mistress, perhaps it actually had.

"Alternatively you could join me here. I have need for talented trainers, and you have a certain undeniable experience in my methods.

Debs was holding my hand, and squeezed it, "Mistress, could we think about it?

Maybe we could just start with going out on the town for a night?"

She smiled indulgently, "Of course sweets…"

 

I got out of the car behind Debbie. We were both dressed in very scant clubbing gear. I smiled as I glimpsed her thong under the short skirt. We waved to our driver, then walked up to the entrance at the very hip club. As Mistress expected we were waved through past the front of the very long queue.

I was nervous, very nervous, but it was what Debbie wanted to try. She took my hand and we threaded our way through the crowd to the front of the bar. Instantly a rather slimy looking man came and shouted in Debs ear, she ignored him. Another arrived beside me, shouting a question about what I wanted to drink.

I looked at him, he was quite fit. Debbie grinned and drifted off as she'd told me she would. I smiled weakly and asked for a water. It had been too long since I'd had booze and I wasn't going to start now.

Not long later we were jiving out on the dance floor. I had a flash back to my first night with Tim, but shook it from my mind. We dance for a while, he looked nice and I began to think about maybe, just maybe doing it with him. Then, when I was turning mid dance, I found someone else in front of me. A tall black man with skin like ebony. He smiled at me with a cold feral smile, and putting a hand to my hip pulled me to him, still dancing.

It was shocking, and a little bit scary, but I didn't stop him. I wanted to, but it was weird, I wasn't at all sure how. There was a time in my life when the word "No" was easy, but it had been trained out of me. We danced together a long time, time kind of lost meaning. His hands began to roam me, again I didn't stop him. Occasionally his lips nuzzled me, but we didn't kiss. I could tell he was getting aroused, the bulge in his jeans was obvious.

I don't quite know how, but it felt like one minute we were dancing, the next he was closing the door to a flat behind him. I stood there looking at that confident, derisory grin while his hands came up to heft my tits. I was… manoeuvred as a word doesn't do it justice. Shifted, manhandled, moved, all the while what little cloths I had on dropped off.

In what felt like seconds I was standing nude before him with one of his hands between my legs, the other pinching a nipple. "Suck me." His voice was low, growling, it was the first I think I'd heard him speak.

There was no protest in me as I sank to my knees as I'd kneeled before so many men. I don't know why this felt different, but it did. In part I think it was because there was no threat that held meaning. Debs wouldn't be punished if I didn't, there was no one with a remote control to burn my brain. Yet, unlike the past few weeks, this wasn't about me at all. The men Mistress had been providing, though all very fit and demanding, had been there to let me feel pleasure. This wasn't about my pleasure at all.

I really felt what I was, a body to give pleasure. Yet still I did it. I unbuckled his jeans and reached inside his pants to pull out a massive cock. It was one of the largest I'd seen, but not the largest. His grin widened when all I did was kiss the tip. I held it horizontal and licked along its length, gliding in to his heavy balls. There was no hiding, it was me doing this. I was licking a cock and about to suck on some heavy black balls.

This man was inventive and very very athletic. At no point was I in any doubt about who was in control. I was also in no doubt about who'd pleasure mattered. I was man handled and used. Yet I kept up with him. If he wanted my ass I squeezed and massaged him. If he wanted blown I took every inch down my throat. I did it because I could.

It was later, as he lay lightly snoring on the bed, and the dim light of dawn seeped through the window that at last I could think again. I was slowly pulling up my knickers, no bothering to clean the mess between my legs. It had not been bad, hell, I'd lost count of the number of times I'd cum, but neither had it been good. With a flash of insight I realised that if Mistress or better yet Debbie had been there it would have been the time of my life. Instead it was just… sex. Very good sex, hell incredibly good sex, but just sex.

I don't think that would have ever mattered to me before. In the early dawn, feeling dirty with a man's cum, I walked back to where I was to meet Debbie. She was standing there, looking a bit cold. Yet when she lay eyes on me she opened up like a dawn flower, her face a bright smile and came to give me a good hug.

"Have fun?"

"Maybe, you?"

"Not really. My first guy wasn't very good, I started giving him a blow job in the back alley, and he just blew his wad in minutes. So I went back and found another and went back to his place, and… well… it was OK."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Mine was actually very good, but… you weren't there!" She hugged me again.

"So that answers a few questions then doesn't it?"

 

In some ways we were dressed more conservatively than normal. We still turned heads as we walked down the embankement. I had on low riding jeans (and hadn't that been a bit of a job on Mistress, she didn't like me wearing trousers at all), and a very tight opaque T-shirt with no bra. Debs had on a floral sun dress that showed off her figure without showing anything else off.

Funny, I almost felt more on display in cloths that revealed less.

We found the pub, and squeezing each other's hand, went in. I saw Alistair first, and waved. He saw us, looking both pleased and flustered. Poor guy didn't have a chance.

 

"Dearly beloved…"

I was weak in the knees thinking about what was happening. There weren't many people in the chapel, but that was the point. This wasn't supposed to be public, that was still too risky, yet here we were.

I'd been a bit conflicted about legally divorcing Debbie so we could marry my brother, but as Debs said, nothing could really tear us apart. To any outsider I would seem the bridesmaid at Debbie's side. The fact my dress was an exact replica of hers, just a slightly different shade, would mean nothing. To us it meant everything.

Poor Alistair, it had taken him a while to come round to us. I'm not sure he was still completely OK with me like this, but he certainly didn't show much reluctance pumping between my legs! We'd taught him the error of his ways, and convinced him life with two wives would be so very much better. He'd even agreed to let Debbie and I have a child with the semen and eggs Mistress had harvested from us before our changes, though he insisted he get to father a child as well!

I knew marrying my own brother was a weirdness far beyond most people's imaginings. To do that with my own former wife, a step beyond that. That she and I still worked for the woman we considered our Mistress, well… It made us content.

 

My eyes sleepily opened. I felt warm and comfortable, though the noise of the airplane didn't make the best of rests. My head rested on Alistair's shoulder. I opened my sleepy eyes, expecting to see Deb's face opposite me. Instead I saw a shape move under a blanket over his hips. I giggled and slide a hand down there to stroke her hair.

  

  

  

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