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Time though, I told myself, was on my side. Our honeymoon trip would be coming to an end in a couple of days, and we would have to return to England, dreary gray Liverpool skies, and some kind of blessed normality.

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At least Lars would be left behind! When Moira awoke, she reminded me about her proposed shopping trip, after first flicking the still engorged knob of my prick with her long, pink-painted finger-nails and laughing dismissively. Moira always had enjoyed being mysterious!

About midnight I got a shock. A key rattled in the hotel room door. My panti-girdle and belt were still firmly in place, so that was OK. I hoped Moira was OK. She was. And so was Lars. Shamed by my bonds I tried to hide my hands, but Moira already had the light on and was introducing me! I made him promise. And I want to take your trousers off so we can see your girdle. With that Moira hauled me to my feet, loosened the belt in my trousers, pulled down the zip of my fly, and let my trousers fall to the floor.

Of course the panti-girdle was still there, making me look like a pansy.

Quickly he was at her, one hand manipulating a gorgeous breast through her blouse and bra, whilst the other held her head to his as he tongue kissed her. First her thin, almost transparent blouse went, then her tight, short skirt was unzipped from the side and allowed to fall. Moira was wearing a suspender belt and very expensive, sheer stockings. She allowed him to masturbate her.

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His lips sucked her tits through the shiny material of her bra, making her nipples stand out. Next her panty-briefs were removed, and Lars turned sideways on the bed for a few minutes to give my wife a good tonguing between her legs. I could only watch in horror as she ground her cunt into his face.

Then came the stockings and suspender belt. I followed her every movement as her hand went inside his trousers and pulled out that gigantic cock. I could see his balls now, huge and round, protruding from his clothing. Moira bent her face to his cock and proceeded to suck him into her mouth, at least as best she could. Her pink lipsticked lips worked themselves up and down his bulbous knob, as well as as much of his massive shaft as she could manage.

I wanted to cum desperately, but could do nothing, except watch, fascinated. I began to feel really seriously inadequate. No wonder Moira preferred other men. Her beautifully painted, sexy, feminine lips curled around his knob. Suddenly Lars seemed to lose control. Faster and faster he fucked her. Moira looked elated. Do it to me. Fuck me. Make me cum. Within seconds Lars was doing as invited and ejaculating his spunk into my wife. He really shoved hard at Moira as he came, holding her shoulders down on the bed as he delivered his load into her, her tits wobbling and rippling with each male orgasmic thrust.

In a way it was a beautiful sight, but I was an emotional wreck, and I could feel my own little cock trying and failing to grow beyond about three or four inches inside the imprisoning panti-girdle. You may say this is masturbation material for you sir but to me it is a fact of life and has been for 3 years now. She even had me sign it in my own blood!


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She keeps it with our Marriage Certificate and other important documents. Though no Man is my Master, I do perform clean up duties on her regularily and this is why I am kept a tt the foot of the bed when her Lovers stay over. I have grown to love and appreciate this inimate time with her. She controls my release, but I am not in chastity, her method has been to punish me if she ever discovers I have played with myself.

Such punishment has been both swift and painful, she will not hesitate to spank me to tears, or to use a tawse on my ass until it is black n blue. Trust me, I very rarely risk playing with myself without her permission.

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When I am granted release, it is always regimented, I am to kneel before her, beg her to allow me pleasure, she willstand above me looking down on me as i gaze upwards at her telling her how much I love her. She knows that the magic words of her whispering she loves me into my face are all that i sneeded to bring me to climax. When it is over, I am ordrered to apologise for the mess I have made and made to lick up my mess from wherever it has fallen. One other peculiararity of hers is that she will remove her wedding ring and plac eit in my mouth while her lovers are fucking her.

She says that it is to show them that while they are with her she is theirs not mine, and that by my holding her ring in my mouth it will remind me of that fact, and yet preserve the marital connection between us. Even when I am cleaning her I must do so holding her wedding ring in my mouth, while his cum drips from my wifes pussy into my mouth and over her wedding ring into me…its a mental fuck for me, but she takes great pleasure from it. Recommended by experienced cuckolding wives everywhere.


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You know, dominant male, that sort of thing. With that Lars got close to me again. With horror it dawned on me that having collapsed on to my knees, my mouth was now within about two inches of his knob. I started shaking. My nerves had gone completely. I was free! She stood up now and, after rummaging in a drawer for a moment, pulled on a pair of lacy red french knickers and matching bra.

I hardly dared look at her anymore. Tears were in my eyes but I was too emotionally used up to cry. And further remind him that his only value is in the paycheck he turns over to her. The microscopic penis will be almost impossible to masturbate. Many truly submissive would take penis shrinking medication because they know they deserve it. And desperately hope it will please the woman who despises them. The lips from which they are emerging, to form what must surely be amongst the most outrageous suggestions ever to have been put to a white Anglo-Saxon male a day short of his forty-first birthday, are plump and full and in no way contradict the fleshy features above and within the frame of long and silky black hair that, along with her skin-tone, speaks so eloquently of her lowly Bangalore roots.

Fleshy features that cannot quite hide their delight at being able to direct such words at the man below her in the full knowledge retribution will not be neither forthcoming nor even hinted at. That no such vengeance will be either threatened or extracted upon one who was, until recently, no more than a plump, if reasonably pretty, Indian girl of nineteen and the housekeeper to the man upon the bed, can be laid squarely at the door of his absent wife who has used certain fortuitous discoveries to not only place him in his current position of dependency but ensure he must remain in it. A girl safe in the knowledge that the secure metal ring surrounding his scrotum which, in turn, is attached to the cage in which his penis rests, will prevent him troubling me.

Not when the only key capable of unlocking his manhood is currently around the neck of his American wife. An elevation making it easier for the two women, American employer and Indian employee to enjoy their new… closeness. The key in question is a key the young Indian girl will soon tell him of and remains yet another means by which she can add to the torment of him she enjoys so much. But, for now however, he believes it is only his wife who can unlock the white cock that so aches for the release it can no longer provide for itself.

And she has yet to return from UB City after a day in her Concorde Tower offices where she operates one of the most successful sole-owned commercial leasing companies in the south of the country, let alone Bangalore itself. But then, the time has yet to reach 8pm and it is likely she will be out many more hours yet — if, that is, she returns at all, given that she is meeting a very influential client who, she assures me, is extremely attracted to her. And why would he not be? Still in her mid-thirties, Suzanna Parkes remains a highly attractive woman with a full-body.

The sharply defined face beneath the page-boy cut blonde hair holds a severity that seems only to make her features as sexy as they appear determined. Any man in his right mind would wish to place his love-stick at her channel before exploring further and she has assured me that Mr Gokhale, as she referred to him, is nothing if not entirely sane. Though I doubt he is as handsome as the man below me whose stupid fantasies have allowed his young housekeeper to lead both him and his wife to this household turnaround.

A young Indian housekeeper who has contrived to turn the love and devotion of his wife into contempt and a desire to…. A very apt coincidence, as it is exactly what the wife of the handsome man whose scrotum I currently fondle wishes me to be. Though I have little doubt the kind of guidance she wishes me to supply is not welcomed by the husband on the single-cot of the tiny downstairs bedroom at the back of the house.

This in the home of a haughty Englishman who was working in our country as Professor of History at Bangalore University. It is the oldest university in India and dates back to the end of the nineteenth-century and, if the attitude of the man himself towards my aunt were a guide, so did his ideas of station and service. Quite simply, he treated her as if she were barely human and unworthy of consideration — and all this for the very lowest amount of pay he could get away with for services that were hardly well-remunerated to begin with.

I am not gifted academically and this treatment handed out to a wonderful woman who brought me up single-handedly and worked for such scum that she could put me through school, as well as feed and clothe me, still makes my blood boil with rage.