Tough Love

"Take you're clothes off and lay on the floor," she said peeping around the lounge door.

I was immediately excited at the thought that we might make love again so I did as she said.

"Lay on your side and close your eyes," was her next command.

I obeyed, but in the darkness I began to fear that this might be another of her games where I would be hurt or humiliated. I felt her lay behind me, her arms encircled my neck as she held me and kissed my back.

I reached behind me to stroke her naked hip and felt a belt - why would she wear a belt? the answer soon came to me as she pressed herself against my ass. Surely I must be wrong? I turned my head to check and saw the huge strap on dildo belted to her hips.

"Oh no Lucy, please not that?" I was scared, I knew how much it might hurt.

"Its Okay, you will love it" she cooed in my ear, she was clearly excited.

"But it hurts. Please don't?" I could feel tears forming in my eyes, I didn't know if it was from humiliation or fear of the upcoming pain.

"It won't hurt for long and the more we do it the easier it will be," she was breathless as she positioned the head of the strap on cock against my ass and gradually started pushing.

"Oh god please don't hurt me please?" I whined. I sounded pathetic, even to my own ears.

Lucy was biting and licking my ear as she pushed against me harder. She was so excited. It was clear she wouldn't be dissuaded. It was going to happen regardless of anything I said. I could feel the dildo forcing me open, and then begin to enter me.

"Oh Christ no Lucy its too big," I gasped. It really did hurt. It was much bigger than the dildo she'd used the previous evening. I was in genuine fear that I would be torn open. But despite everything I made no effort to resist.

My ass and my insides felt so completely filled. My eyes and fists were clenched tight as Lucy began to leisurely fuck me. She whispered words of encouragement lovingly in my ear. After a while the pain began to subside and again it started to become even pleasurable. Nevertheless, with each thrust of Lucy's hips I felt a small part of my masculinity being torn away.

As Lucy fucked me she grew more excited and increased her pace. Despite the humiliation I was feeling, I actually began to enjoy it. Soon I was so excited I found I was pushing back against Lucy's thrusts with enthusiasm.

It was a strange sensation- being taken in this way. I was brought to the very edge of orgasm, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't reach a climax. This was made even more frustrating by Lucy constantly playing with my imprisoned penis, as well as kissing, nibbling and nipping my neck, face and nipples. I was also hard as a rock and in quite some pain as my penis had no room to expand.

After some time Lucy withdrew completely, leaving me feeling empty and frustrated. But I had no time to dwell on that as she pushed me onto my back and straddled my chest.

For one horrid moment I thought she was going to force me to lick clean her dildo. Instead, she scooted up to my face and sank her hot pussy over my mouth. I didn't need any instructions. I clasped her hips and fed on her like a starving man.

Lucy lay recovering from a powerful orgasm. I had a feeling of pride that it was I, who provided the means to her obviously overwhelming climax, but at the same time I was deflated. It was clear I would not be receiving the same favour.

So I spent yet another night aroused as hell but not permitted any relief.

Lucy used her strap-on just about every day after that first time. She even purchased dildos in various shapes and sizes. I don't know what pleasure she got from fucking me, but it was obvious she grew more excited the more she humiliated or hurt me. I myself, became accustomed to being used as an object of my wife's lust. But I felt degraded and humiliated, especially as she had me explain the merits of individual dildos- she even had me choose my favourite. She really got into her fantasy and had me beg to be fucked. She even had me kneel and suck her dildo as if it were a real penis. And all the time she would verbally abuse me "yes that's right baby, suck my cock", "take it you slut, you're my bitch now", but in spite of everything I had to endure, I took pleasure from the fact that I was making her happy.

Lucy would always ensure she finished with an orgasm for herself, but she refused to allow me to climax: claiming it made her "sooo excited" to think of me constantly aroused.

I sulked about it often, but this just seemed to make Lucy even more excited. It was as if she wanted me subdued and submissive to her. But I refused to believe my own intuition and lived in denial, after all Lucy loved me. And I was convinced she would never do anything to harm me.

The following weekend Lucy casually announced I was to receive my second official punishment. I was shocked. I asked what I'd done to deserve being punished again. But she just said it was an accumulation of things and refused to discuss it any further.

I fretted all day, wondering what I'd done wrong. But bizarrely I never once considered refusing the punishment, or Lucy's right to administer it.

At seven o'clock that evening I knocked on the door to Lucy's office as instructed, and waited, since Lucy had had the room which was once my den as her office I was no longer permitted to enter without her permission. Even when I cleaned the office I had to be supervised by Lynn "there are too many confidential and sensitive files in here," Lucy had told me.

She opened the door smiling. I could see that she was a bit drunk. She walked back into her office, I followed behind. She turned to me and twirled her finger to signal that I should turn around so she could tie my hands, wrist to elbows, I meekly complied.

When she had me helpless she undid my pants and pulled them and my shorts down, she stripped me from the waist down. Then she tied a short rope hobble between my ankles. Still on her knee, she couldn't resist playing with my penis, she was grinning in triumph as I groaned in discomfort when I grew hard.

She jumped to her feet and stumbled- she was more drunk than I thought. I hoped this would not make things worse for me.

"I'm so looking forward to this," she said stroking my cheek as if we were sharing a special treat. She kissed my lips and went to her desk.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Lucy tuttered and sighed and went to see who it was. I had no choice but to stand waiting, with my erection standing out lewdly.

I could hear talking but couldn't make out the words. Then I was mortified as I heard voices approaching. Surely Lucy wouldn't bring somebody else in here- with me like this. I tried to hide, but hobbled as I was I could only take tiny steps. Lucy suddenly grabbed my arm and spun me round. I was so humiliated to discover Amy looking wide eyed at me, biting her thumb trying not to laugh.

"I thought Amy might like to join us," Lucy told me. She patted my cheek as she passed me on her way to her desk.

"Lucy please not this?" I implored her.

"Oh don't be shy, she's already seen everything you've got" she mocked me.

"But not like this! please Lucy don't?" I pleaded. I looked back and forth at Amy grinning and Lucy who approached me with a length of rope.

"Oh do shut up," she said as if I was an annoying child.

She looped the rope around my neck and pulled me toward the lounge, giggling as she almost stumbled again. I hurried along behind her, fearful that I might fall or be choked. My face burned with shame as I stood trying to ignore Amy's presence. Lucy went to the kitchen and returned with two of the hateful wooden spoons, she handed one to Amy and told her to sit on the sofa. Lucy sat in a chair opposite.

"John come and stand in the middle," she commanded, waving the spoon toward the spot where she wanted me.

"Come on Lucy please?" I tried again, though I knew I was wasting my time.

I yelped and jumped as Lucy stretched forward and slashed my naked ass twice, hard.

"That's one for speaking without permission and one for not doing as I tell you. Now would you like to try for a third?" she said holding the spoon in readiness.

I realised I was in a no win situation. So, with my ass burning I had no option but to waddle to the centre of the room.

"Now, this is how we play the game," Lucy explained "Amy and I will ask questions and you, John, will answer them, but if you answer incorrectly you receive one stroke. There simple. Okay, I'll begin........John have you ever cheated on me?"

"Yes you know I have - with Amy. Look I don't owwwwww"

I didn't finish as Lucy swatted my ass painfully.

"Christ, what was that for?....owww," I cried out as she slashed me again.

"Just answer the question," she said.

I knew it would be pointless to protest, so I decided it would be best if I played along with her stupid game, "I'm ...I'm sorry, yes, the answer is yes".

"Okay. That's better, now did you enjoy fucking Amy?"

"er erm no," I stuttered.

WHACK. I squealed as Amy struck my poor ass. It was obviously the wrong answer.

"Yes, I mean yes," I corrected myself quickly.

WHACK. This time from Lucy.

"Ooow what am I supposed to say, just tell me, please?" I was squirming, trying to escape the pain.

WHACK. "Only speak to answer the questions," Lucy told me again, "Who's better? Amy or me?" she continued. I could start to feel tears in my eyes.

"Y...y...you are," I said, fearful that I would give another wrong answer.

WHACK. From Amy "so I'm no good, is that what your saying?" she laughed as she said it.

"No" WHACK "yes I mean you are good. But I love Lucy," I was getting so confused. I was starting to panic.

WHACK. "You don't love me then?" Amy pouted.

"No" I said in defeat. I knew whatever answer I gave would be wrong to one of them.

WHACK.

"Which of us is the most attractive?" Amy asked.

Resigned to being wrong now, my body slumped and I told the truth" my wife".

WHACK.

"Would you like to have sex with Amy again?" Lucy asked.

"No I love you," I was looking into her eyes, trying to covey how serious I was.

WHACK. I cringed as Amy swatted me.

"What if I told you to have sex with her, would you?" Lucy said, also serious. I knew there was no way out of this situation. One of them would strike me no matter what I said.

"No, please Lucy, no more," I pleaded. I was defeated, I was tied helpless, I had a drunk wife and a cruel secretary who seemed to want nothing more than to hurt and humiliate me. I just gave up.

WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK.

They both lashed out at me. I could take no more. I collapsed to my knees I was crying openly " please luc, ma,am, please stop, it hurts so much. Please, its not a game, it hurts. Please have pity," I was begging desperately between sobs.

It appeared as if Lucy came to her senses. She stopped hitting me and dropped her spoon to the floor. "Maybe you're right. Perhaps we should take this more seriously and just punish you properly. How many strokes do you think you deserve, hey?" she appeared both angry and contrite.

I looked at her from my position on my knees, through my tears I asked "how...how many? How the hell would I know? I don't even know what I've done wrong," I said, I was angry now, though there was little I could do about it.

I was looking at Lucy, but it was Amy who answered and when she spoke, she spoke to Lucy.

"Do you need a reason to punish him? I for one, thought it was fun," she had a devilish smile on her face, it was obvious she was enjoying herself.

Lucy slowly nodded, thinking.

"That's right, it was fun. Why shouldn't I have fun when I want to. Why should I need a reason to have fun".

So there it was, it was now in the open. I was being punished for their enjoyment and nothing more, but bizarrely I felt this was Okay. I even felt slightly glad that I hadn't done anything wrong after all. It wasn't my fault I was being punished and with these thoughts I looked up at Lucy.

" If you really want to punish me Lucy, then please just get it over with," I was exasperated. I wanted an end to it now. If my wife, who had fucked me, spanked me and humiliated me wanted to fulfil her kinky desires who was I to deny her?

Lucy stood up, looking suddenly sober and took me by the arm. She pulled me to my feet and led me to the table. She positioned me facing the table and then pushed the back of my head down so I was bent over. I turned my head and rested my cheek against the surface. I didn't resist, I was resigned. I knew this was going to hurt so much, but I was determined to bare it for the woman I loved.

Lucy grabbed my hair and lifting my head. She looped her belt around my neck and pulled it snug, then tied the end to the leg of the table, holding me down. I could no longer resist even should I want to.

Lucy and Amy stood, one either side of me and began the punishment. They struck me at will, covering my ass and thighs with burning pain. I writhed and yelled in agony, but, with pride, I never begged them to stop.

I don't know how many strokes I received, all I could think of was the pain. Then I groaned in greater agony and felt I would pass out as a couple of strokes landed on my balls, sending aching pain deep into my body. My world now consisted only of a red mist of mind numbing agony. I could no longer distinguish between individual strokes as they merged into one mass of pain.

I hadn't even realised the punishment had stopped until my head was yanked back by my hair and Lucy spoke in my ear" I said have you had enough?" she growled.

It took me a few seconds to understand her, "oh umm I... I yes please stop," I was rambling. I really had no idea what I was saying.

"Have you learned your lesson? " she asked.

"Yes, oh God yes. Please I'll be good. I'll try so hard to be good," once I realised they had stopped spanking me I wanted to say anything to stop more pain, anything to please them.

"I know you will. But you still have to apologise to Amy, don't you?" Lucy said.

"Yes yes, I'm sorry Amy, please forgive me. I promise to behave," I had no idea what we talking about, I just agreed with whatever was said.

I lay on the table as the pain washed over me. My ass and legs were burning, but my balls were worse. I was feeling physically sick and had to control myself so as not to throw up. I deeply suspected that vomit on the table would bring about more punishment.

I must have been left there for some time because the pain was becoming bearable. Then I jumped as I felt hands grab my ass and pull my buttocks apart. I lay inert as I felt the familiar head of Lucy's dildo pressing against my rectum.

I guessed my ass had become stretched by Lucy's use of her dildos: because she managed to drill into me with no resistance and very little pain. She slowly abused me yet again.

I was already suffering too much to enjoy Lucy's efforts. But then, I don't suppose my feelings mattered. She leaned over me and whispered in my ear "I might have Amy fuck you sometime while you lick me, mmmmmm....that might be nice," Despite all my suffering the picture in my mind that Lucy had suggested excited me.

After a while I felt Lucy push into me hard and stay there. She was doing something as she pressed against me. Then she stepped away, leaving the dildo buried deep inside me. She had undone the harness holding the strap on to her hips. She untied the belt holding me to the table and pulled me upright. She led me to the sofa, where she sat and pulled me to my knees at her feet. I offered no resistance. She looked at me with a lustful smile on her face. She then spread her thighs and using the belt around my neck pulled me toward her. I knew what was required and I buried my face into her crotch and began licking.

I brought her to two orgasms before she allowed me to stop. She pushed me away and purred in a dreamy way as she caught her breath. I knelt obediently at her feet.

I was punished twice more that week. Not as severely as before, but both times I was laid over Lucy's lap as she spanked me, taking her time. Each time I spent the best part of an hour receiving slap after slap. I silently thanked god she didn't use the spoon again. Even so, my bottom and thighs were agony. Lucy experimented and found she could make it all the more painful for me and fun for her if she dug her long finger nails into the soft flesh of my thighs and scratched the skin as she slapped.

She never made any pretence that I was being punished for anything other than her amusement and pleasure.

I knew that there were some people who found it sexually exciting by this sort of thing. I guessed Lucy might have discovered she was one of them. So I took the pain, I took the humiliation and I took her dildo in my ass because of my love for her.

Part Six

Party

Over the following days things subtly changed, roles became defined. It was clear my job now came second to my duties at home. I did all the household chores. Whereas Lynn previously supervised and on the odd occasion helped me, she was now completely in control of me whenever Lucy wasn't at home. Lucy no longer gave me instructions as to what she wanted doing around the house. All orders were now conveyed through Lynn, and orders they undoubtedly were. I might still have been a joint owner of our house but I had no illusions as to who was in command and what my position now was.

Lucy no longer consulted me on any decision, whether trivial or important. If she was working late or staying the night at an hotel or such, she informed Lynn and she would pass on a message to me. Next, my door key was taken from me: Lynn lost hers and it was decided that I should give her mine, at least until another could be obtained, but that never seemed to happen. So I now had to rely on Lucy or Lynn to allow me entry to my own home. I tried a few times to resist their authority about something or other, but Lucy always seemed to have a winning argument as to why I should obey.

Lucy also used me sexually whenever she desired. She used her dildos on me most days and I would always lick her to orgasm at the end of any session. I was never allowed to cum and the subject was never raised by Lucy. I never asked for an orgasm, or to be freed from chastity. I was terrified of giving her an excuse to punish me.

Because of my failure in my career and my inability to be faithful to my wife, I became no more than a servant in my own house. But even so I was happy in a strange way. I loved Lucy and she loved me. She provided for me and we cared for each other. The only times Lucy was cruel or spiteful to me was when we indulged in sexual activities. But I soon came to understand that Lucy had found a dominant side to her personality and she was expressing it through her treatment of me. If she felt this was what she needed, who was I to tell her what she should like or dislike. If being spanked or penetrated by my wife kept my marriage safe I could handle that.

I lived in constant hope that I would have my chastity device removed sometime soon. Lucy promised me that I was slowly gaining her trust and yes, I would indeed be free to love her as a normal husband.

Until that time I satisfied her mostly with my mouth, licking and sucking her lovingly. After all, with my manhood locked away, Lucy was also going without proper sex.

Some weeks later Lucy decided to host a party. It was mainly because she had to entertain some Italian clients to finalise a deal which would earn the firm a huge contract.

I had no idea who, or how many people were invited, but I spent a lot of time and effort preparing everything to Lucy's satisfaction, all under Lynn's supervision of course.

Friday evening, the night of the party, Lucy was buzzing around ensuring all the small details were taken care of. I, of course was kept busy and just as everything appeared to be ready and we were all about to prepare ourselves Lucy approached me.