Husband Becomes Helen's Submissive

"Looks like fun to be had by all! Pippa my darling, I shall make absolutely sure that you have a night to remember. In fact I shall make sure it's all on videotape so that you can't forget it... even if you want to!" She laughed mercilessly as a gleam shot through her eyes.

"We have to buy tickets at the door because there's a live band tonight. I think that we ought to let Pippa do that for us, don't you?" asked Mistress Karen nonchalantly.

"What an excellent idea!" Replied Mistress Susan immediately, grinning ear to ear.

She shoved the small of my back, propelling me toward the great ape of a man who was selling the tickets at the door. He looked me up and down, taking in my style of dress and said:

"Well, well, look here! What can I do for you little miss? Maybe later I'll ask you what you can do for me." He guffawed at his own base humour then grabbed my arse. "How many then?" I showed him my five digits so that I wouldn't have to speak, and as I pulled the money from my tiny purse, my lipstick fell to the floor.

"Don't bend your knees Pippa, but pick that up immediately!" Ordered Mistress Helen, my wife.

I blushed profusely as I tried not to show my panties whilst having to bend, my arse toward the doormen. I felt hands stroking my butt as I retrieved the lipstick, straightened up and hurried to take the tickets from the big guy's hand.

"Maybe that will teach you to be more careful Pippa." I felt a tug on the leash attached to my collar. "Believe me when I tell you that even the smallest of errors will be used as a tool to humiliate and humble you." Instructed Mistress Karen.

"Of course, we will also find it entertaining as we watch you squirm." Added Mistress Alice.

"In fact, we'll be looking for any opportunity, darling." Said my wife.

"To be honest, we want to see how much we can make you squirm, Pippa..." Mistress Susan said, as she delivered a sharp stinging smack to my bottom cheeks.

"You are, after all our humble plaything, servant and slave 'girl...' aren't you dear?"

Surreptitiously, my wife pulled me close and whispered in my ear:

"I love you very much, Darling. I just want to thank you for being such a good girl for me. I'll never forget it. You've made me so proud and so happy." This short sentence made me glow inside. I knew now that I was doing the right thing, no matter how difficult, painful or humiliating the things that I was being made to do were making me feel.

As we entered the dance hall, the thudding of the base ran through me, and I felt my nipples become erect. It was dark, busy, and humming with intoxicated bikers, both male and female.

I drew a good few looks, both for the sexiness of my appearance and for the collar and leash that I was being forced to wear. Thankfully, Mistress Alice had been to the bar, and had bought us all drinks. My neck felt the tug on my collar, as we made our way to the front of the crowd... right up next to the stage.

"Excellent!" I heard Mistress Alice exclaim, "I know this group. The lead guitarist and I are drinking buddies. Wait here a moment, will you. I just need a quiet word in his ear."

I thought nothing more of it... as the ladies chatted amongst themselves, every so often stopping to pat my bum, or to stroke my breasts. They made it very obvious each time they did, attracting more attention from the guys in the crowd. Mistress Susan spotted a coat hook... it was screwed into the wall by the side of the stage, and after some whispers between herself and my wife, I was taken there, and my leash was tied to the hook.

"You will stay here until we fetch you, my love." Stated Mistress Helen. "You will allow yourself to receive any attention that you are given. No matter who by. We will be keeping an eye on you. We're only six feet away. Have fun, Pippa." At that she walked away, leaving me feeling very vulnerable.

Less than a minute later, Mistress Karen appeared with the rubber ball-gag that she had used on me earlier. As she attached it to me, forcing my lips and mouth open, she said conspiratorially:

"This will make sure you don't have to speak, so that you don't give yourself away. I'm being kind to you Pippa, really I am." With that, she strode off, back to the other girls.

It didn't take long for me to start getting attention. I felt hands stroking my bum, lifting up my skirt and grabbing my titties. A couple of the guys actually licked my lips round the ball-gag. It wasn't until someone started trying to strip me that Mistress' Susan and Karen came along to retrieve me. I was handed over to Mistress Alice and I began to think that we might be on our way back to their house. I couldn't have been more mistaken.

"It seems that you're attracting the wrong sort of attention, Pippa. So, I've had a word with my friends in the band, and they've agreed to let you be a little stage decoration for them." I couldn't believe my ears... but sure enough, I was being led backstage and up the stairs.

As the band finished their set, Mistress Alice led me through some curtains... and on to the stage. She led me to a lighting rig which had been situated centre stage, and she proceeded to handcuff my wrists. My arms were raised above my head, and the cuffs placed over a bar... holding me in place, in full view of the entire audience.

"Don't move about too much, Pippa. If this rig falls on you, it'll probably mean a trip to the hospital!" With that Mistress Alice left, returning to the ladies and to her drink.

To say I felt humiliated would have been the understatement of the year. I could see some of the bikers pointing at me and laughing, others were leering and I could hear wolf whistles and cat-calls. The band returned... and thus I stayed until the end of their next set. Mistress Karen came and released me and I was led through the throng of hot, sweaty bodies to a fire exit where the rest of our group was waiting.

"You did very well, Pippa. As a reward, we've decided to let you eat out Mistress Susan in the garden. I will video the whole thing for posterity, so make sure you do it well." Resounded Mistress Alice's voice. "I shall lay out a blanket for you so that you don't dirty your clothes. I've asked the landlord to switch on the car park lights, so make sure you're quick and you might not be seen. The band's last set takes 30 minutes." She grinned wickedly as Mistress Susan lay back on one of the tables and removed her panties.

"Get to it girl," She said, "I'm feeling good and randy!"

I knelt on the blanket and buried my face between her legs, working my tongue like a rabid animal, thrusting, probing and licking with a passion. She was soon bucking on my face as her cream covered my face in its sticky goo.

"Before we go home, why don't we take a walk up 'Lover's Lane' to the 'Dogging' car park?" Alice suggested.

"What a good idea," Karen replied at once, "I'm sure Pippa would learn a lot about what girls have to do to please men there!"

I was led up a dark footpath, until we arrived in a secluded car park at the top of a hill. The four women huddled together, whispering to each other as they planned what to do with me.

The small car park was quite full... which surprised me, as it was now late evening, and was quite dark outside. There were about 8 cars and 3 trucks parked here, plus of course our small group of people. Next to the car park was a small building. It consisted of two public toilets, one male and the other female. It also had a little café, which was now closed. Behind the toilet block was a path, leading to a small picnic area, surrounded by trees. Susan handed me an envelope... and she said:

"Right slut, I want you to mince across this car park... in the most sluttish way that you can. Go into the men's toilets. Once you are in there, go into one of the stalls... and open this envelope. Follow the instructions to the letter."

"Remember, we will be watching you. Any failure on your part will result in severe punishment." Helen added.

I did as I was told, and quickly set off across the car park. I could hear my heels clicking as I walked, they sounded like gunshots in the quiet night air. I felt eyes watching me from the cars and the trucks. I felt myself speeding up, and trying to get to the toilets as quickly as possible. To my horror, Mistress Alice shouted out from behind me:

"Walk more slowly, Slut! Wiggle your arse sexily for your public!" Her voice sounded as loud as thunder in the open car park.

I slowed my walk, my face reddening... as I noticed a couple of lights flick on in the cars and the trucks. Eventually, I got to the toilet block, and I rushed inside... out of sight.

In my haste, I almost knocked over a guy who was coming out. He was in his forties, and he looked like a truck driver. He was sweaty and smelly, and he had a large beer-gut, hanging over his jeans, covered in a filthy T-shirt. He looked at me, at first in shock... and then in lust.

I quickly rushed past him, and into one of the stalls, locking the door behind me. I just stood there for a few moments, catching my breath. As I did so, I was able to look around the stall. The walls were covered in graffiti, almost all of it of a sexual kind.

There were drawings of cocks... and of naked women, some descriptions of sexual acts... and contacts... and phone numbers for people:

"Looking for a good time," or... "I want to get my cock sucked."

I realised to my horror that these toilets were used as meeting places for people... especially gays. I remembered the envelope, and with shaking hands, I opened it. Inside it was another envelope... and a letter. The letter read:

'Slut, read this letter, and then you must open the other envelope... inside it; you will find a sheet of paper. You are to read it... and then: Stick it to the wall with the tape provided! Once you have done this, remove your dildo! Proceed outside, and up the path to the picnic area. Once there, you will please any man that asks you to. You will make sure that they all go away completely satisfied.'

I opened the second envelope, and I stuck the piece of paper it contained to the wall.

I stood back and read it, it said:

'Cock-hungry TV Slut... I want to suck and fuck as many horny guys as possible. I love to suck cock, and to get fucked in the arse. What I like best is to be force-fed spunk. I am outside, up the path, in the picnic area.'

I read the note again.

I realised that with the car park being as busy as it was, and with the toilets regular use as a meeting point, I was going to get a real fucking if I did as I'd been instructed.

I felt both scared and excited at the thought, but the rapidly hardening cock in my knickers told me that I wanted this. I straightened my stockings, and I took a deep breath. I opened the stall door, and I walked to the picnic area. As I did, I could see that the guy from before went back into the toilets. I also saw that a couple of other guys were leaving their cars, and were going over to the toilet block.

I followed the path to the picnic area. It consisted of two picnic tables, the kinds with bench seats either side, and I sat down. The whole area was surprisingly well lit, by two lights that were hanging from the toilet block.

I had only been sitting at the picnic table for a couple of minutes, when the trucker turned up.

"So, are you the cock hungry TV slut?" he said.

Knowing that Mistress Alice and Mistress Susan were watching me, somewhere in the surrounding trees, I said:

"Yes, that's me."

"And... you want to get fucked in the mouth? ...and in the arse?" he said.

"Yes," I replied, "I would love to suck your cock, and to feel it pushing deeply into my arse."

"Right... bitch!" he said, "Open wide, and suck on this." He pulled open his fly, and he walked over to me.

As I sat on the picnic bench, I was just at the right height. I only had to lean a little forward to be face to face with his cock. Like him, it was fat and smelly... and rapidly hardening.

"Well, bitch... What are you waiting for? Suck it," he said.

I stuck out my tongue, and I began to lick the end. I ran my tongue over the sensitive glans, and then let my tongue flick over the eye, tasting the pre-cum that was already forming there. I formed my lips into an "O," and I slipped him deeply into my mouth.

I began to work up a rhythm, sucking up and down on his cock, and licking the shaft, as I swallowed it again and again.

I could feel it hardening more, and beginning to twitch. I let it slip from my mouth, and I ran my tongue all over his cock, starting at the top... and going down his shaft to the base, over his balls, and then back up again. I opened my mouth, and once more took his cock into my mouth. I was really getting into it now, and my head was bobbing up and down... leaving a trail of saliva and lipstick, smeared all over his shaft. Suddenly, he grabbed my head, and he shouted:

"Get ready for my spunk bitch, but don't swallow it. I want you to show me what a slut you are. I want you to show me your mouth full of cum." With that, he let fire, and I felt the first jets of his hot cum hit the back of my throat.

I let his cock slip out of mouth a little, so I could catch his spunk on my tongue. Jet after jet of it shot out, filling my mouth, and dribbling out of the sides.

He withdrew his cock, and I obediently opened my mouth, to show him it full of spunk.

"Not a bad load," he said, "Now swallow it bitch." I did as he'd said, and with one big gulp, I felt his slimy, salty spunk slip down my throat, and into my belly.

As he stepped back, I got a chance to look round, and I realised that about 9 men now surrounded me... all with their cocks out, wanking... and looking at me with lust filled eyes. A large man stepped out of the crowd, and he said:

"Right slut... we are all going to fuck your pretty little arse and mouth now, so get up and lie over the table." I began to get up off the seat, but I was obviously too slow for the crowd.

I felt several pairs of hands roughly grab me, and pick me up. I was turned over, and was forced down on to the table, my legs dangling off one end, and my head hanging off the other.

As I lifted my head, a cock was thrust into my face. It was already leaking pre-cum, and the guy rubbed his cock all over my face, smearing my make up, before finally forcing it into my mouth. I began to suck on his cock, as I felt one of my hands being lifted onto another cock. Soon, I had a cock in each hand, as well as the one in my mouth. Another cock appeared in front of my face. I began to alternate sucking a cock at a time, and then licking them both, as they were shoved into my mouth together.

Meanwhile, a guy was now behind me. He ripped off my knickers. I felt him grab my waist, and with no warning, he shoved his entire cock up my arse... in one fluid movement. It felt huge.

I thought that I was going to be split in half, as he began to slide out of me, and then ram it home again. He soon set up a rhythm, and after the initial shock, I began to enjoy the sensation of his big cock pistoning in and out of my arse. Suddenly, one of the guys I was wanking began to shout:

"I'm cumming."

Knowing what Mistress would expect of me, I quickly let the cock I was sucking on out of my mouth, and I turned my head to face the guy. As I did, the first shot of spunk flew out of his cock, hitting me across the face.

I opened my mouth widely, and the next one went straight in. The guy moved forward, and he shoved his cock into my mouth. I licked and sucked his cock, and he emptied the rest of his load into my mouth.

As soon as he had finished, and I had licked his cock clean, another guy replaced him. Once again, I had a cock in each hand, one in my mouth, and one in the arse.

The guy behind me began to speed up, and with a moan, I felt his spunk shoot up my arse. He slipped out of me, giving my arse a spank as he did, and almost immediately, I felt another cock pushing its way into my arse.

Now, the two cocks I had been sucking on began to cum, and I was soon swallowing another two loads of spunk.

For the next two hours, I was fucked again and again... in my mouth and in my arse. I must have serviced about 30 men, and have swallowed at least 20 loads of spunk, before I was down to the last two guys. They had both already cum once, and had now swapped round, so I was now sucking on the cock that had just been up my spunk filled arse. I was almost numb now, my arse and jaw aching from the abuse they had received.

Finally, the guy in front grunted, and he shot his spunk in my mouth... as I swallowed, the guy behind me added his spunk to the large pool that had formed around my arse. They both stood back, and looked at me, as I began to try standing up.

I was virtually naked now, only the heels and stockings remained... and they were stained with spunk, and were ripped to shreds. My face had almost no make-up left, just a layer of spunk that covered my face, my neck, and my false tits. My hair was sticking to me... because it too was covered in spunk. A large pool of spunk had formed on the seat where me arse had been, and as I stood up, I felt the spunk running down my legs from my sore arse. As I stood up on my shaking legs, Mistress Alice and Mistress Susan appeared... video camera in hand.

"Well, well... my little slut, that was an excellent performance you gave us," she said, "and thankfully, it was lit well enough for us to catch it all on video. I am sure this is going to be a big seller... when it hits the shop. We will call it the 'Toilet TV Gangbang.' Now... for a finale, kneel down here!" She pointed in front of her, and I knelt down.

Susan got the video camera going again, and Mistress went over to talk to the two guys who had just fucked me... and who were about to leave.

"Will you both come back to my home tonight? Our group consists of my three lady friends..." Helen said, indicating the other three women, "Me... and my subservient TV husband. He's agreed to be our sex-slave all this week, and I intend to use the time to cuckold him... with as many men as possible!"

"Sure 'Lady,' I'm sure that Mike and I would love to... as long as we can use your submissive hubby too!" One of the guys replied.

"Yeah, we'd like that..." Mike added, "I'm Mike, and this is Dave. Would you like us to invite a few more guys? I'm sure that some of our mates would be interested!"

"Yes, we'd like that." Susan replied at once. "How many more could you bring over?"

"Including us, there'd probably be about eight of us guys." Dave replied. "Both our girlfriends would probably like to join in too, if more women are ok with you..."

"Sure," Helen replied, "the more the merrier!"

"Great, we'll make a few calls... where do we meet you?" Helen gave the guys our home address... and the party... make that the orgy... was scheduled to start in two hours!

As soon as we got home, I was instructed to strip and to bathe. Once my bath was finished, and I had dried off, the women covered me in scented lotion, leaving my skin soft and sensuous, and my body femininely perfumed. They changed my look, gluing a short blonde wig to my head, instead of the long black one that I'd worn previously. It was styled in the 'Purdy' bob, and looked very sexy. My silicon breasts were once again stuck to my hairless chest, using the adhesive bond. I began by putting on my fishnet, hold-up stockings. I followed this with a bra, which held my silicon 'falsies' in place. Once again, I pulled on a pair of 'Sex-Cache' knickers, especially made to hold my cock between my legs, thus hiding my manhood, so that there would be no bulge through my clothing. I decided to wear my waist-clincher again... the corset that I'd bought, which reduced my waist to a very feminine twenty-four inches! Helen decided that this time, I should wear the 'sexy' schoolgirl uniform that she'd purchased at an Anne Summers party only recently!