A Wife's Process

-"Yes I do. But don't worry my love, I will never leave you. This is simply to take care of the space you cannot fulfill. You will have you loving wife for the rest of your life"

-"Yes Mandy, I understand."

Tears started dripping from his eyes. It was time to wrap it up. I started to stroke his penis alternatingly with my both hands; a little bit less pressure this time and I only applied strokes from base to top.

-"I need you to say it sweetie, tell me you are okay with it"

-"I am okay with it honey, I just want you to be happy"

-"If that is true, then ask me. Ask me to sleep with other men"

I lowered the pressure I was applying to his cock even more, but intensified the pace of the strokes

-"I want you to sleep with other men Mandy"

-"Why?"

-"Because I cannot please you and I want you to be pleased in any way"

-"Also baby, it wouldn't be wise that your little dicklet cums every month; I need you horny and frustrated for me. Can you do that?

-"Ohh, ohh yes!"

-"Beg me, beg sleep with other men while I deny you your own manhood" I said while feeling his excitement

."Please Mandy! I beg you! I beg you to sleep with other men"

I firmly gripped shafts once again and starting stroking him, this time finishing the maneuver. Up and down, down and up. At a steady pace, I was raising his arousal, and then, when I felt the first pulsation in his erected member, I let go of it and went to the kitchen for ice and some tissue. When I came back, I wiped off the cum of his cock and stomach and placed the ice on his equipment. He was crying and sobbing in frustration, so I caressed away one of his tears, and told him tenderly:

-"I am glad we had this conversation; I am sure it will be great for our relationship. Thanks for your support baby. I hope you enjoyed your reward. After accepting something this big, you deserved it."

Then, right after kissing goodbye his now flaccid cock, I finalized:

-"Well congratulations darling, tonight, you earned the honor of sleeping in my bed. But first, this little thingy goes back where it belongs"

I re-installed his Watchful Mistress´s cock cage, untied him, and cuddled myself to sleep in his arms.

Chapter 12 – The first time

I was really bummed after knowing my immutable future, where my wife denies my practically all type of sexual pleasure and she sleeps with other men. The worst part was that I agreed to it, even begged Mandy for it. She manipulated me masterfully I was still in a bit of denial, but who was I kidding; it was inevitable. By she had so much power and dominance over me I knew I would be condemned to submit to her for life.

She let the idea of becoming her cuckold sink in for a couple of weeks. Then she started going out with some girlfriends she made to bars and night clubs on the weekends while I stayed at home doing chores. If I didn't made them to her expectations she would spank me with a paddle. One night she finally hit me with it:

-"So, guess what little hubby? I have found an amazing stud! He is a tall and muscular thirty-five year old black man. I think he will be perfect to fulfil the duty you are not able to do. I am going out with him. I want you to help me get ready."

Like it was a custom now, before she left for her nightly activities, I fixed the shower hot for her and once she was there I set on her bed the clothes she had chosen for the evening. Her instruction tonight was: "Fix me my sexiest clothes". I grabbed for her a nice short dress and some black lingerie. When I heard the shower was turned down, I entered the restroom and covered her with a towel (with my eyes closed as I am not allowed to see her naked) and escorted her back into her room. When she saw the clothes I had chosen for her, she gave a displeased look and slapped me in the face.

-"I told you I wanted my sexiest clothes. Does these look like my sexiest? My lover deserves the best, he is going to do the job you have failed to do as a husband; don't you think he deserves to have the best presentation of your wife?"

-"Yes Mandy, ma'am. Please forgive me."

I rushed back to her wardrobe and fetched a leopard style thong, a black bra made of silk, a short revealing black skirt, her most expensive golden shoes, and a black and an open black blouse that revealed her arms and the upper parts of her breast.

-"Well that's more like it. Now go and fetch me the riding crop. This fault will not go unpunished. Oh, and you can add two more weeks to your current chastity period", she declared with indifference in her voice.

She gave me ten hard smacks with the crop and then proceeded to apply her make-up sitting down on her peignoir while I painted her toe nails while kneeling at her side. She was finally ready and headed for the front door unconcerned about my whereabouts (I was following her to the door). When she opened the door, she halted, grabbed her butt with her left hand, and looking me through her left shoulder she told me with remorselessly:

-"This is your wife's ass, the one you will never have; and now it is going off to another man. Kiss it goodbye hubby"

I did as she ordered and listened to what she had to say next:

-"I want to see the living kitchen, spotless with a nice late snack when I get back. I will probably be hungry. I also want you to make the laundry, water the backyard, and to clean my room and bathroom. When you are done, come to the door and wait kneeling down until I return"

Extending her arm with an air of superioress I kissed her hand while kneeling on one knee as she instructed me the night before and dismissed her:

-"I hope you have an amazing time sweetheart, I love you"

She simply answered in a cold fashion:

-"Make sure to add a cup of wine with my snack." and left.

While I was in the middle of my assigned chores, I received a text message from her; it was a photo of her liking provocatively a big black cock with a caption that said: "Hey cucky, he really beat you to it lol... Don't forget my snack" It was really humiliating to see that, but what difference did it make? I was completely dejected by then.

When she got back, I was kneeling at the door like she had commanded. When she opened the door I could noticed her face and body expression with a grin of total satisfaction. She then gave me a devious smile, approached toward me, put her right hand on my cheek and greeted:

-"Hey cucky"

She then grabbed me by my hair with her left hand and pulled my head back. She lifted her mini skirt, placed her pussy in my mouth and without saying a word, she started pouring her lovers semen down my throat. I hesitated for a second, but I was promptly composed as she smacked my cheek with her right hand. When I had consumed all of the disgusting fluids, she looked at my with a big smile and said sarcastically:

-"See cucky, whenever good studs get to cum inside my like you never will again, you win too! You get to see and flavor my sweet moistened pussy!"

Then she head towards the kitchen mandated:

-"Come and massage my feet while I drink my wine. I am famished..."

Chapter 13 – Subjugated for life

Our next four years of marriage were pretty much the same: in weekdays, I returned from home, prepare us dinner, and ended up the evening massaging her feet and back; then she just masturbated with her vibrating dildo while I performed some quick night chores she assigned me. On weekends, she would go out on dates or parties with her friends while I made the laundry and cleaned the house. Every once in a while we would go out as a couple to meet some of her friends or family; we always kept our lifestyle a secret, although she still dominated me in public. By the way, I was not allowed to see my friends anymore and I Mandy only let me see my family on holydays and on my birthday.

She punished my by every infraction I did no matter how little. She would once a week spank me with a wooden paddle or whip me with her riding crop; the severity of the punishment depended on how grave my faults were. For more spontaneous punishments, she would just slap my face or knee me in the testicles. She found a great way to avoid me displaying any sort of discontent whenever she bossed me around or asked me to do something I hated: She would simple whip me all the way to the bed where she would tie me spread eagle. Then she would grip my balls and we I was forced to debate with her trying to prove my point as why she should not treat me like that; she would squeeze me at her whim and mood depending of my argumentation. It always ended with her crushing my testicles so hard until I almost pass out. "It doesn't matter if you become sterile, it is not like you are going to have sex and have kids anyway", she always said. She also used this treatment or the one where she kneels in my chest and starts slapping my face as a way of persuading me of confessing little secret faults I had made, which of course I will be punished later for them.

Sexually, she kept true to her word... in almost everything. I rarely saw her naked and only got to lick her pussy when it was full of cum of another man. She was keen to let me encaged without any sort of sexual pleasure, but she decided I needed a little "sweet torment" to stay weak and subservient to her. So, besides my weekly cleanings she would tease me for a few minutes once or twice a month. She would just touch and fondle my balls and inner thighs and gave minimal contact to my cuck, just touching it with her fingertips and nails. If I was good, she would from time to time, give me a few firm strokes with her hand and then back to the cage. Once a year she would insert the head of my penis in her pussy for a few seconds. She had decided on never allowing me inside her again, but eventually reconsidered that I needed to be reminded what I am missing and what will never be mine to fuck. I rarely got to orgasm.

She decided to implement a system in which I had four attempts a year to masturbate (one every three months). Here is the catch though: I had five points at the beginning of each cycle; she could take one away by any way I upset. If I was out of points, I would lose that chance in that month. To add to my misery, she would only allow me to masturbate for the amount of points I had left, being a minute per point; also, I had to do it, with my left hand only and I and she would control the pace by ordering me to intensify, slow down, or stop. She of course ruined a lot of my orgasms, but it was best to obey her, because the punishment for not doing so was strict 24/7 confinement for six months before starting the next cycle (This happened once and she did not give me any mercy at all).

Almost six years into our marriage, she decided she wanted to have a baby. Obviously having mine was out of the question so she got herself a Germanic stud to impregnate her. We decided that I would love him as my own son and that we would never tell him how he was procreated. After he was born, Mandy quitted her job, and became a stay-at-home housewife (although she never did any house chores). With the baby, her sexual appetite diminished so she now only goes out to fool around once every month or two.

We have been married now for ten glorious yet tormenting years. She has gained about fifteen pounds and shortened her hair but remains as beautiful as ever. I besides wet dreams a couple of times and my little accident, I have only ejaculated eleven times in eight years and only five of them were full orgasms.

I sometimes feel bad that a woman has such power over it, but I can't help it. I don't know if it is the fear of her hurting me, the humiliation she makes me endure, the lust for her body, or the craving of her love but I am just anchored to her. Besides everything, I love her with all my heart and will spend the rest of my life at her service and mercy.