A Case of Mistaken Identity

We were married two months later. Unbeknownst to me, the same week of the paper signing, Ginger had been given a huge promotion. She was now the Vice President for Sales and Marketing of the Eastern United States. Her salary, always bigger than mine, went into the stratosphere. She said she kept it a secret from me because she didn't want it to have any effect on our wedding plans. I believed her. The papers I signed that lust crazed morning turned-out to be the forms to put Ginger's name on all of my accounts and real property. Ginger now owned my bank accounts, car and real estate. I knew it was only a matter of time until she did the same for me. At least I thought she would until I found out about the other documents I signed. There was the pre-nuptial agreement which said that what was Ginger's was Ginger's and what was mine was Ginger's. Not only did Ginger own all I had, it seems she owned me too. One of the documents was a slave contract. Signed sealed, properly witnessed and delivered. I was hers in every way possible. Additionally, in one of the documents, I had petitioned the court for a legal name change which was soon to be granted. I name was now, legally, Scott. I was more than a little pissed and I told her so. Loudly. Ginger responded by saying "Thank you". She said that all her life she had felt used, an object for men to project their fantasies on. Then I came along and for the first time gave her real power. She was transformed. She was now in charge of her life and had me to thank for it. Ginger reassured me that no matter what happened in the future she would always remember that I had freed her. She would always take care of me.

However sweet her words, nothing changed the fact that Ginger had taken possession of everything I owned and even taken possession of me. Within a month all of my accounts were closed, my name was stricken from the titles to all of my property and she arranged for me to quit my job. Ginger said that from now on she wanted me to work at taking care of her 24 hours a day. Whatever else it was called, the bottom line was that I was now a house slave. Ginger even arranged to have my collar and cuffs welded shut. They could never be removed.

In addition to doing all of the cooking, cleaning and laundry to Ginger's most exacting standards while restrained, I was also Ginger's personal slave. Each morning when I awoke (I was no longer allowed to sleep in her bed) I had to prepare a cup of coffee and have it waiting on her nightstand. Before I woke her I had to have her tooth brush ready and the day's lingerie (hand washed, of course) laid-out. I then woke her with a gentle kiss. Most mornings I was allowed to shower and take care of my morning toilet (no bodily eliminations without permission, though) while Ginger enjoyed her coffee and morning business report. When she was ready, I accompanied her into the shower where I washed her hair and body (except her sex, she said I didn't have the right touch) and shaved her legs, armpits and bikini area. When through I dried her off, kissed each of her breasts, her pubis and then as a test of my thoroughness, I had to get down on my knees and lick her asshole. After cleaning out the shower I made Ginger's breakfast. I was no longer allowed to sit at the table with her. In fact, soon I was not allowed on any furniture at all. I had to stand behind her while she ate and make sure she lacked for nothing. When she had had enough breakfast, she set her plate on the floor for me to lick clean of scraps. This was my meal.

At the end of Ginger's typical work day I would be waiting with a glass of her favorite wine or other beverage. After she had a few moments to relax I helped her out of her work clothes and into something more comfortable. Then it was time for Ginger's latest fad, long slow cunnilingus. She would sit on the edge of her favorite easy chair and expose her sex. I would kneel between her thighs and slowly, gently lave the folds of her sex until she was satisfied that I had, with my tongue, washed her clean. She seemed to derive great pleasure from this. Not sexual pleasure so much as pleasure in the knowledge that she had the power to make me perform this distasteful task. It was distasteful in every sense of the word. I was forced to lick away a day's worth of perspiration, urine and vaginal discharges. Not a very sexy time for me but Ginger enjoyed it. Afterwards supper proceeded on the same plan as breakfast. For the rest of the evening I continued my chores (always a challenge with my hands loosely restrained behind my back [that is, my wrists were bound with a two and a half to three and a half foot chain which ran behind my back, ankles had an eighteen inch length of rope tying them together]). Finally, I would lay out Ginger's nightclothes, turn down her bed and prepare her toothbrush. Once Ginger was in bed I would, again, settle between her thighs and lick her softly until she fell asleep.

Ginger had a very healthy appetite for sex. Using the monster or my tongue we had sex every day, twice a day, sometimes more. I also had a healthy appetite for sex, unfortunately my cock was firmly encased in metal. I was horny constantly and it was through this that Ginger kept control over me. I had to please Ginger to earn my relief. I never got to actually fuck her anymore, now I was allowed to periodically masturbate myself to climax, then consume the result. But this form of relief was infrequent, usually I just suffered. I accepted the fact that Ginger had turned my pledge of good faith into a tool of subjugation. That she had outmaneuvered me at every point. I still wasn't beaten. I knew better than to protest aloud because that would only get me punished and further delay my next relief. But I could still submit and remain defiant mentally. I let it show in my posture and attitude. I was down but not out. I was still a man.

One Friday evening Ginger arrived home much later than usual. She was normally in by 8 or 9 pm but tonight it was well after midnight when she came home. She looked like hell. Her make-up was gone, her clothes wrinkled and her pantyhose were missing. Ginger took her drink and told me to strap myself into her bed. This wasn't an unusual request she often "queened" me and I had equipped her bed such that I could bind myself in the position of her choice. I attached the monster and strapped myself to the bed face up. When Ginger came into the room she undressed and climbed on the bed. She had the strangest look I had ever seen on her face. She quickly straddled my face and ordered me to start licking as she settled her opening over my mouth. By this time I was as familiar with her pussy as I was with my own face, having spent a good part of everyday servicing it. It was immediately apparent that Ginger had been having sex. Although I had never tasted another man's cum I knew what my own tasted like and it was definitely another man's cum that I was lapping out of my wife's cunt. I was humiliated in a way I never thought possible and I was furious. To hell with the consequences, I started yelling.

Ginger quickly silenced me by smothering me with her very juicy cunt. "You will do what you are told, when you are told to do it if you want to breathe again." I squirmed helplessly underneath her, outmaneuvered again. I ceased my movement and protests. "Just because your pathetic little pee shooter can't satisfy me doesn't mean I have to do without. The attachment on your belt has given me a taste for big cocks. The real thing - not latex. You shouldn't complain, it's because of you that I even know what a big cock feels like. It was you and your "attachment" that turned me to the thrill of it and now I want it for real. I met a man who can satisfy me with the real thing and I'm going to have him, like it or not. So, you had better get used to the idea fast because I've invited Leroy to spend the weekend. I've told him about us - about you and he's willing to give it a try. So you will be polite. You will serve and obey Leroy just as you would me. And you will not act defiant in any way. Yes I've noticed your feeble little demonstrations of defiance. They're going to stop. You are going to learn to accept your place in this world. I promise."

The following weekend arrived all too soon. On Friday evening around 9pm Ginger and her lover came home. Leroy was big in every respect. He towered over me and out weighed me by fifty pounds of solid muscle. I offered him a drink and tried my best to hide my shame and anger. While in the kitchen I overheard him telling Ginger that he thought she had been joking, he couldn't believe any man would allow himself to be treated like that. I must be some kind of sick puppy. Ginger did not defend me. Throughout the evening Leroy kept looking at me with utter contempt and suspicion in his eyes. At last it was time for bed. Ginger asked Leroy if I could join them in her bedroom and watch a real man at work but, thankfully, Leroy said that was too much too soon. Ginger told me to wait outside the door and be ready to come when called.

Our house is well built and very quiet but that couldn't stop the sounds of their lovemaking from reaching my ears. I was beside myself. I wanted to run away and leave my cruel wife to her new lover but I had nowhere to go. I was ashamed, frustrated and angry by the time I heard Ginger call for me. I entered the room to see Leroy lying across Ginger, both of them covered in sweat. "Honey, please get us a wash cloth and help clean-up". Seething, I did as I was told. I provided them warm washcloths with which to wipe down. I took care of Ginger while Leroy helped himself. As I settled myself between Ginger's thighs Ginger told Leroy he was going to have to get used to having a servant around. It was my job to take care of him as well as her. The next morning after Ginger and Leroy had finished making love I was again called into the room and directed to wipe down the lovers. This time I had to wipe down Leroy as well. This was the first time in my life I had ever touched another man's penis. It was enormous. I thought that the monster was big but this made the monster look puny by comparison. I gently and carefully wiped it clean with the wash cloth. Ginger started laughing and said that I always cleaned her with my mouth and should do no less for Leroy. I don't think he liked the idea any better than I did. But Ginger has a way of getting what she wants and it wasn't long until I had Leroy's cock in my mouth, licking it clean of his and Ginger's lovemaking. Leroy, for his part seemed to get over his initial trepidation fairly quickly. The first time I was forced to take him in my mouth, he began to erect.

I never felt so depressed in my life. As the weeks went by I was forced into more and more humiliation. I now had to remain in the same room, sometimes on the bed with them as they rutted. I wanted out. I couldn't take anymore. I didn't feel much like a man anymore but I still had some shreds of my pride left. After about three weeks of being an observer and participant after the fact my life changed forever. Ginger was on her period. This had never presented much of a problem. She still had me clean her with my mouth but she always left in her tampon. I could taste it but it was never too awful. Ginger said that since she couldn't satisfy Leroy, it was up to me. Ginger insisted that I was going to give Leroy a blow job, the best he ever had. I had finally had enough. There was no way I was going to perform oral sex on another man. Ginger said she and Leroy had already discussed it and decided that I would substitute for Ginger this weekend like it or not. I turned to storm out of the room but Leroy was right there. He grabbed me, pinned my arms behind me while Ginger locked my cuffs together. I was frog marched into the bedroom and forced to my knees. Ginger locked my ankle cuffs together. Still I tried to struggle. Then the unthinkable happened. Leroy slapped me! He bitch slapped me right and left across the face. Leroy said I was nothing more than a disgusting piece of shit and was going to do as I was told or else. With tears streaming down my bruised cheeks I opened my mouth and took him in.

You might think that this was the ultimate insult but I wasn't broken quite yet. On Saturday afternoon Ginger at last found a way to win her ultimate revenge. Since she was on her period and she didn't want to make a mess on Leroy's cock, it would be fun if he fucked her through me. Ginger removed her tampon and lay on her back, hips supported by a pillow. My face was in her cunt and Leroy positioned himself behind my up raised ass. He lubed his cock and slowly, painfully worked it into my almost virgin asshole. The pain was intense and I thought I couldn't survive having anything that size inserted into my tender nether region but eventually he worked it in past my sphincter. Leroy moved slowly at first giving me ample time to accustom myself to his huge manhood. Then his excitement began to grow and he fucked me harder and faster. Ginger grabbed my head and forced it deep into her bloody cunt yelling at me to lick it clean while Leroy pounded into me with the force of a sledgehammer. After an eternity of total abasement Ginger and Leroy came at the same time. Her cunt gushing all over my face while Leroy pumped his hot seed deep into my bowels. Each pulse of his release a stab into my heart. At the moment my ass filled with Leroy's cum and my wife's menses smeared all over my face I broke. I had no more pride, no dignity, no manhood. I wept openly at the loss. I would never again be able to hold my head up, never look a man in the eyes. I had no right to take my place among men. I was nothing. When Leroy told me to turn around and clean his shitty dick with my mouth I didn't even hesitate. I didn't have the right or the will to resist. There was no longer any degrading act I wouldn't perform. No humiliation I wouldn't endure. I was just one more of Ginger's possessions. I was Scott.