New cuckold, cuckold's perspective] [40M 30F] [Cheating] [Humiliation] [Bisexual] [Part 2]
I woke up dazed and confused. Had the whole thing been a dream? Nope. I was in the guest room, wearing my wife's panties. Parts of it must have been a dream gaging the dark damp stain now very visible in the front of my white thong.
Odd. I smell bacon. Who would be frying bacon? My wife doesn't cook! I was sneaking down the hall to get some pants when I remembered my wife making me take my things to the garage. As I quietly crept down the stairs, my wife stepped out from around the corner of the kitchen, scaring the hell out of me!
"Good morning honey! Uh oh, looks like you've had an accident! Well, you are just going to have to wear dirty panties until you learn how to control yourself. Come get your breakfast!" she said as she turned and returned to the kitchen.
As I entered the kitchen, my eyes reconfirmed what I had seen and heard and smelled on the stairs. My wife wore only an apron, she was smiling, and she was cooking breakfast! She's never cooked for me! She smiled and said, "Dirty pantied cucks sit on the floor, legs extended and spread. You'll want to remember that babe!". Two days in a row. It was like a dream come true!
I sat as instructed and when she approached me with my plate, she stepped on my genitals firmly and said, "Kiss my pussy and tell me I'm beautiful if you want to eat, and keep me from crushing your balls!" I kissed her pussy and with great honesty I told her she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She laid the plate on the floor in front of me and said, "No hands. Eat." before walking out of the kitchen.
By the time she returned I was licking my plate and my face was covered in fried egg. To say I was a mess would be a severe understatement. My wife laughed and took pictures before unceremoniously handing me shaving cream and a half dozen razors, telling me, "Remove every hair from your body, save your head. In time I will have you lazered bare, but for now, shave it all daily." Off I went to the shower.
It took longer than I thought, but finally satisfied I was bare, I stepped out of the shower to find my wife dressed and waiting. "Too long. You have 5 minutes in the shower from now on, no matter what." She began looking me over. She stood me in front of the mirror/sink and made me lean forward. "As I expected. Remember our discussion about punishments for our future children, and how you didn't like the idea of me spanking them? You finally agreed, but you never believed my premise. Now you get to learn first hand. I told you every hair, and yet you missed some. You will thank me after every swat, one for each hair I find!"
Who is this woman?! My wife would never talk this way! She rarely spoke at all! It's like she went from a kitten to a full blown dominatrix overnight! She began counting, and shaving, and finally stopped at 14.
"Maybe instead of laser, Ill have you waxed a few times to learn your place!" she announced with a maniacal snickers.
Bring your dirty panties and come join me on the couch she said, tugging on my seemingly perpetual hard-on.
She sat down and had me lay across her lap with my cock and balls between her legs. She pushed me around awkwardly until she could reach under and between her legs and encircle the root of my genitals. She whispered, "You've been the perfect husband. Perfect in every way, except in the bedroom. But don't worry. Im not completely replacing you there. You have much to learn.
"Babe" she said softly as she began to rub my smooth ass cheeks. "Babe, you fantasize about me with other men, but have you ever considered what I fantasize about?" It was obviously a rhetorical question. She continued to squeeze my ass, and run her fingers up and down my crack, occasionally pushing in on my asshole making me flinch.
I fantasize about being queen, and using beta men as slaves, while allowing alphas to bring out my animal instincts. You are my first slave.
I was completely, save my hard-on, relaxed, feeling a new love for my wife, when suddenly the pain of a hairbrush at Mach speed raced across my asscheeks! "Ahhh!" I screamed and tried to move to cover myself, but the hairbrush found my knuckles and reminded me why covering myself would lead to even more pain. The stinging in my ass was relentless and as my body quivered, I heard my wife whisper, "Count for me babe, and thank me for each one. Only 13 more!"
"THATS 1! THANK YOU BABE!" I exclaimed.
"I'm now your Queen, and you will refer to me as My Queen from now on, in public and private." I was opening my mouth to correct myself When the second strike came. Pure fire covered my ass and I wailed like a girl! I felt her shift and fearing the worst, I sobbed "2, Thank you my Queen!" through tears of pain.
She released my genitals and used that hand to pull one ass cheek to the side. The hair brush slapped my ass cheek in the crack so hard I screamed again, blubbering through the pain, "3, Thank you my Queen!" She rubbed my cheeks to soothe me, but the pain was too fresh.
"Since I can no longer understand you, open your mouth, and don't drop them!" my wife instructed as she shoved my dirty panties in my mouth.
She pulled the other cheek over and hit me with the brush again. Though my screams were muffled in my panties, they were still as intense as the pain I was feeling, and my tears puddled on the floor beneath me. My body was shaking from chills, and the pain of every strategically placed smack of that evil brush.
At around 7 or 8, I passed out. When I came to, my wife said "Last one!" And hit me so hard I wanted to die. She pushed me onto the floor and took pictures of me crying, my mouth stuffed with my cum soaked panties.
"14 hairs babe. NEVER let that happen again!" She said as she stood and looked down. "God I love you!" She said, before spitting on me and telling me to get dressed to go to town.
It was barely noon!
I put on a fresh pair of panties, and immediately felt the pain of the string on my now abused ass crack. Every movement seemed to give me a tighter and more painful wedgie. She watched and giggled like a school girl as I gingerly pulled up my pants. Dressed, I drove her to town.
Our first stop was to Victoria Secret. She bought 15 or 18 matching bra/corset and panty sets, a few camisoles and several lace teddies. I've never seen her wear anything like them! Thongs, boys shorts, and conservative bras were her staple. When she saw the look on my face she said, "I have nothing to hide anymore!". I understood immediately and charged the $1,877.00 on my credit card.
Then I was headed for home, hoping for a nap and to nurse my bruised ass, when my wife insisted I pull off at the seedy sex shop next to the freeway. Neither of us had ever been to a place like this. We even joked about the kind of people who do go there! Now I was intrigued.
My confidence faded quickly as we entered and the clerk greeted my wife by name, and then pointed to me and said, "That's him?" My wife smiled and said, "I know, I'm very lucky, but then, so is he!" before they both laughed together. "Everything is packed in those three boxes by the door. Be careful, as you can imagine, they are very heavy! Does this mean we won't see you for a while? That's some serious hardware!" My wife smiled and replied, "That's all for him, I'll be back pretty regularly."
Then she took me by the hand and led me to the back of the store to a display case full of cock cages. I'd read about them, and even featured them in some of my masturbatory fantasies, but never thought I might experience on in real life. She told the clerk which 2 she wanted, both in pink, with key locks. When the clerk asked her what size, my wife smiled and said, "You tell me!:"
The clerk came up behind me, slid her hand down the front of my pants and encircled my cock and balls! "45Mm" she said, "same as my man."
She bagged them up, took my credit card, and had me sign the credit card receipt for almost $1,200.00! "My wife smiled at me, winked at the clerk and said, "Ill have that card maxed before the weekend ends!"
I was too overwhelmed to speak on the way home. We drove in silence, but both of us were working through our new relationship in our minds. I was excited, and afraid of what I had unleashed in my wife and myself for that matter.
We got home and my wife had me stack the boxes in the garage, undress to my panties, and then carry her new VC bags and several Amazon boxes that had arrived during out absence to "her" bedroom. While there, she had me lay on the bed and spread my legs so she could wrap the ring around my balls and put the tiny sleeve over my cock, locking it in place.
"It's only for a week babe. No cums for a week. Then I promise to remove it. You'll have to learn how to pee without making a mess, and always keep it clean. It will hurt when you get hard, so hopefully by the end of the week you won't be getting hard so often. Im told it will also make your asshile more sensitive. Won't that be fun!" she said with a snicker I was beginning to both love and fear.
"Now get out. I have a date tonight, and I have a lot to prepare!"
I went to the living room and sat on the couch. I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. My jaw dropped. It was playing a slide show of the pictures my wife had been taking of me! Jerking off on the tile floor after eating a man's cum from her pussy. Wearing her panties. Being spanked as I screamed and cried. My whole humiliating existence for the last 20 hours was on display.
My cock was throbbing in pain, it was trying to grow! I was excited by what I saw, and what it meant. I was her cuckold slave now. There was no denying it. I was her husband,and now her deviant cuckold slave ready to be humiliated for her enjoyment and entertainment. I was fulfilling a calling, finally, and I felt complete.
TBC