BDSM by the Book

Our hostess took my purse from me, handed it to Nicole, and taking me by the hand, with Jody holding my other hand, the two of them led me to the front of the room where Nancy had been conducting her adult toy demonstration. "Come right up front my little darling." She and my wife exchanged glances. I gulped, knowing they were up to something.

They positioned me right in the front of the room, facing the crowd of black clad, Dominatrixs. As I stood there, trying not to tremble, well aware of the looks of expectation on every face in the room... Jody stepped behind me. With my hair in an up-doo, my neck was entirely open. She kissed me on the back of the neck... then removed my diamond necklace.

My wife draped a black leather collar about my neck. "My dear spouse...," she began, then said louder so all could hear. "Before this gathering... I offer you my collar to wear. Do you accept it of your own free will?"

Afraid to look the women in the room in the eye, I twisted my head around to look at my wife. "W-what does that m-mean exactly?"

Someone in the room chuckled, "She's not a complete bimbo."

"No she's not," Jody said smiling. "It means my darling, that once you accept my collar... you give up your free will... and agree to do exactly as I command... for the rest of your days."

"And w-what does that mean... exactly?" I practically whispered.

"It means that I shall treat you as most men in our society treat their wives. Our bank accounts will be in my name solely. You will quit your job at the office, and you will stay at home and take care of the house. You will take care of all of the laundry, cleaning, ironing, and yard work... I want you to plant a garden in the back yard... and to build us a deck and a hot tub on the back of the house. I want you to do all of the grocery shopping... clothes shopping... and I want you to start dressing like a proper wife should... in women's clothing... from this night forth." Her voice dropped to nearly a whisper, but everyone in the room heard her. "Now... do you... or do you not wish to accept my collar? I will not offer it again."

"And if I don't accept it?"

My wife never batted a lash. "I want a divorce."

Her expression looked so determined, I could no longer meet her gaze. I looked at the floor. My heart pounding, I didn't know what to do. To accept meant accepting all of Jody's insane demands... but not to accept meant losing the woman I loved...

"All right," I whispered. "Yes. I'll wear your collar."

"You want to wear my collar."

"Yes, I want to wear your collar." Glancing up at the faces around me, the majority were smugly satisfied by what was taking place before them. Another male bites the dust.

Turning to face Jody, I knelt down before her, and with bowed head, whispered, "Please I really do want to wear your collar... and I will wear it proudly. You know that I love you with all of my heart." Tears started to fill the corners of my eyes. "I promise to honor and obey you in all things. Always and forever. You know that I would do anything for you. Even if it means being your wife."

With tears in her own eyes, Jody fitted the collar around my neck, and locked it shut. Then she helped me to my feet and kissed me on the lips.

"You will never regret it," she said softly.

With that, my wife took the spaghetti straps on my shoulders... and pulled my dress down over my bra. As I watched horrified, she slid my black velvet dress over my hips, to fall in a puddle over my heels, revealing my garter belt and panties. My chastity device made an obvious bulge in my underwear, embarrassing me doubly.

The women in the room smiled, and the sissy Nicole seemed to have a mini heart attack. I felt like I stood at the center of a stage, with every spotlight trained on me, as I stood there turning red in front of a room full of a dozen people in just my lingerie.

Taking my hand, Jody bid me step out of my dress, which Nancy motioned for Nicole to pick up, which she did and hung on a hanger.

"Take off your panties," my wife commanded.

I gulped and looked at Jody, pleading with my eyes not to have to bear this humiliation in front of a room full of strangers.

"Do as you are told," Nancy said sternly, tapping a riding crop against her leg.

My entire body broke out in a sweat, and my chest pounded like I might have a heart attack, but I did as I was told... slowly sliding down my bikini panties. I felt every eye focus on the clear plastic cage of my CB-2000 framed as it was by my garter belt, garters, and nude hose.

My wife looked at me uncertainly for a minute, with a touch of sadness in her eyes. Nancy nodded to Jody, who suddenly did her impersonation of Vanna White. Jody took her necklace and used the tiny key to unlock the little padlock on my chastity device.

I whimpered as she took the pieces away. It was bad enough to have a roomful of women see me in chastity device, but even worse to be bottomless before their gaze.

When I tried to cover myself with my hands, Mistress Nancy's crop cracked the backs of my hands. "Hands at your sides," she said sternly.

Horrified, I did as I was commanded, feeling utterly exposed to public view.

Having been bound and restrained for most of the week, my poor confused nubbin of flesh looked like three purple grapes hanging from the juncture of my thighs.

"I've never seen one that small," chuckled the Baronessa.

"She's one of the girls all right," chuckled Brenda.

The pretty young model Jen, and the rest of the ladies smiled, smirked, or laughed out loud.

I looked at my wife, utterly humiliated. "Can I pull my panties up, please!?" I hissed.

"No my darling," Jody said softly. "It's Friday. You can cum now."

"What!?" I cried.

"I told you that you are allowed one orgasm a week. Now is your chance. Go ahead. You've been trying so hard to get your chastity belt off all week so you could masturbate. Now is your chance. And then it's going right back on, till next Friday."

Mistress Nancy and the other ladies grinned. Some even applauded and whistled, like I was about to give them a show.

I covered my privates with my hands. This time Mistress Nancy let me.

"Go ahead darling. You're not going to get another chance for quite some time."

I looked at the room full of faces watching my every moment, looked at the grinning Nancy and the jealous looking Nicole. For the first time I realized that her maid's skirt was short and held up with petticoats that revealed her own garter belts and CB-2000.

"Go ahead precious. You know you want to," said a middle-aged, matronly looking woman named Carla.

"Play with yourself," said a black accountant named Lill.

"Let's see how far you can squirt," chuckled Jen.

Locking eyes with my wife, I began to touch myself. Nothing happen. I was so frightened, no matter how badly I'd been waiting for this moment, I couldn't even become aroused. My manhood felt spongy and lifeless as a noodle between my fingers. I whimpered and trembled... as the room full of women continued to ridicule me.

"To be that tiny, and impotent too... what a perfect sissy," someone said.

I glanced at Nancy, who was smirking at me openly. I had a feeling she was thinking back to our time together in college when I'd failed to perform.

The moment I'd been waiting for all week, was about to slip through my fingers. Frantically, tears gliding down my cheeks, I pulled at myself frantically, wanting desperately to orgasm, knowing if I didn't I'd have to endure another week of chastity and torturous teasing.

Jody stepped closer, and shocked me by grabbing my bare ass cheek roughly. Her fingernails dug into my tender flesh, making me squeal.

"Close your eyes. Concentrate," she said softly. "Try to remember last night. Remember how excited you got when I was making love to you."

Doing as I was told, closing my eyes, thinking back to how my wife had teased me with her cock, suddenly I felt my penis begin to show some signs of life.

The women in the room applauded as suddenly my cock sprouted between my fingers like a daisy toward the sun.

"Oh look, it's getting bigger. It's standing straight up."

"Yes, but it's still petite. Quite dainty."

"It's so cute!"

"Don't pay them any mind," Jody cooed. "Keep playing with yourself. If you give me a nice big squirt... I'll reward you when we get home by making love to you... I want to see you sit on my cock this time... I want to watch you ride it my darling...riding up and down on my big hard cock..."

As she said this my wife continued to massage and play with my ass cheeks, even running her fingertips up and down the crack of my ass. When her fingernail flicked across my nether hole, my entire body just exploded.

As I began to tremble and stroke faster till my hand was a blur, the crossdresser Nicole quickly knelt down in front of me. She lifted her white apron, giving me a target to aim for...

It had been so long since my last ejaculation, and I'd been teased so unmercifully all week, that my orgasm was so powerful I nearly blacked out. Thick ribbons of cream shot from the tip like pearly white buckshot, spraying all over Nicole's apron. My knees buckled for a second and my ankles wobbled in my heels.

When I finally came back to reality, I realized the ladies in the room were all clapping and cheering. I stood there, breathing hard, my face turning fire engine red.

"Well, that didn't take long," Nancy chuckled.

Nicole remained on her knees before me, looking up at her wife the Baronessa expectantly.

"Clean her up," Betsy said.

Using a white towel stuck in her apron, still kneeling, the crossdresser wiped the goo from my hands, and before I knew what she was up to, she'd taken my soft shaft between her lips, and with one slurp, sucked the last droplets of semen from my cock.

Shocked by the feel of her warm mouth, knowing Nicole was really a man, I jumped back a step.

The women laughed, greatly entertained.

Smiling demurely, Nicole stood and curtsied, then moved away to refill the Baronessa and Brenda's wine glasses.

At that point Jody let me pull up my panties. "Do you want to wear your dress, or just your lingerie for the rest of the party?" my wife asked.

"My dress please!" I said, thankful that she gave me the choice.

For the rest of the evening, I clung to Jody's arm, as we mingled with the ladies. Most were actually very nice. All were quite intelligent, and held respectable jobs. Each was married to a submissive husband, most of whom were at home babysitting. All were very complimentary.

"You truly make a lovely girl," said the Baronessa. "I wish my Nicky had hair like yours, but unfortunately, under the wig he is bald. He does have nice legs though, doesn't he?"

Later, after most of the guests had gone, Jody, Nancy, the attorney Brenda and the model Jen stood in the kitchen chatting while I washed the wine glasses.

"You mentioned the CB-2000 hasn't been working," Nancy commented to my wife.

"It's not what I expected," Jody said. "She got out of it the other night. I didn't think she'd be able to escape so easily."

Nancy nodded. "Every male is built differently. It works fine for some. Others can escape quite easily. The only really foolproof chastity device is Lori's Tube."

"What's that?" my wife asked.

Brenda chimed in, saying, "My husband has one. It requires a piercing... something like a Prince Albert. Then you attach a metal tube to the ring. There's no escaping one of those. Laurence has been in his now three years without a problem."

"And how does you husband deal with it?" Jody asked.

"Oh he hated it at first," Brenda chuckled. "But it's like Edie Scarsdale says in her book. The only true way to make your husband completely and utterly submissive to you, is by controlling his cock."

"How often do you let him out?" Jen asked as she lounged against the kitchen counter. Among the women assembled, she was by far the prettiest. I found my eyes drawn to her, to her lithe form, and her cute black leather skirt and boots.

"At first I let him out every week. Then he'd throw a hissy fit or annoy me in some way, so I stretched it to two weeks, then three. Now I let him out just once a month." Brenda chuckled. "He gets five minutes to masturbate, and then he goes right back in."

"Don't you miss having sex?" Jen asked. "That's one thing, I don't intend of giving up."

Brenda glanced at Nancy, and exchanged a look. "You don't have to. Like Deena over there or Nicole, my husband's got a very small penis. He could never satisfy me that way to begin with. No, when I want sex, I have it with a bull."

"A bull?" Jen asked.

"Have you read Edie's chapter on Cuckolding?" Nancy asked. "It's all in there."

"Sounds interesting," my wife mused. "But where did you go to get the piercing?"

Nancy grinned. "I do them at my office. Or I can do them right here. I sell the tubes as well."

"Hmm..." my wife said. "Could you do one right now?"

The next thing I knew, the four women carted me off to Nancy's bedroom. Before I knew it, they'd stripped my dress and panties from me, and I was laying on my back on a huge king sized bed in just my bra, garter belt, stockings and heels... legs spread... with Jen holding one of my ankles and Brenda holding the other. Jody sat with my head in her lap, stroking my face.

"Jody, are you absolutely certain this is necessary?" I said trembling.

"It'll all be over in a minute," my wife purred.

I watched as Nancy pulled on a pair of rubber surgical gloves with a snap. She sat a tray of shiny instruments between my outstretched legs.

"Close your eyes darling," my wife said softly.

I did too. I couldn't watch.

Working rapidly, Nancy removed my CB-2000 and grasped my shriveled shaft. With one quick motion she punctured the urethra and fit a ring through the tip of my penis.

I shrieked in fear and pain. With a chuckle, Nancy fit a small metal tube over the shaft of my penis and locked the permanent chastity sheath to the ring at the tip.

When I opened my eyes, all four women were looking down at me smugly. I looked down at my poor member. The metal Lori's Tube looked much more serious than the plastic CB-2000. With the tube padlocked to the piercing in the head of my cock – there could be no escape!

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly feeling dry. My heart beat rapidly. Now I truly was Jody's captive. I looked at her with tears in my eyes, wondering if I end up like Brenda's husband, who was allowed but one orgasm a month. What had I gotten myself into!?

"There, there," Jody said helping me up. "Don't cry. See, it's all done."

"For a little sissy, you did well," Jen said and stood up from the bed.

Feeling weak and light-headed, I had just pulled my dress up, when suddenly Nancy's husband – my old roommate Doug – appeared in the doorway!

"Honey, I'm home," Doug said. He hadn't changed much in 13 years. I saw that he now shaved his head, and he no longer wore the baggy jeans. He was still a huge man, 6'4" and over 220 pounds, with hands the size of oven mitts.

Nancy greeted him with a kiss. I couldn't help but notice how Brenda lit up when she saw him, and practically ran to give him a hug.

"Hey Brenda baby, good to see you," Doug said smiling broadly.

My wife and I exchanged glances. After 13 years of marriage, in some respects we could read one another's minds. The look in her eye told me that Doug was quite obviously Brenda's "bull." And that didn't mean Chicago Bull.

"Who's your other friends?" Doug asked. His eyes swept over Jody and I and went right to the beautiful blonde model Jen.

Nancy introduced everyone. "These are two of the new Dommes I was telling you about... Jen and Jody."

Something else had not changed about Doug. He was still a smoothie. He smiled broadly at both Jen and my wife, and gave each a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek.

There was no mistaking how all the women in the room were literally drooling over my old roommate, including my wife!

"We've heard so much about you," Jody smiled pleasantly.

Heard? What had she heard? She hadn't told me a thing about Doug...

Suddenly Doug turned his attention from the women to... me.

"So this must be Jody's husband... Denny... Denny Crowe. Holy shit dude! Is that really you?" He laughed delightedly. "Damn brother! You look fine. Most of them crossdressers I see traipsing around here like Betsy's honey Nicole, they look like Rodney Dangerfield in drag... but you dude. You could pass for a chick any day."

Nancy linked arms with her husband, quite subtly letting the other woman know Doug was hers. "But would you do him?"

Doug actually blushed, and I along with him. "I don't know. Denny's still a boy, and technically, I'm still straight."

"Maybe not for long," Nancy teased him.

Again Jody and I shared glances. We were both wondering the same thing. Was Doug submissive to Nancy?

Doug slid out of Nancy's grasp, and gave her a stern look. "Don't try that Dominatrix shit on me Nancy. Because you know that don't fly with me." He grabbed his crotch. "Jake the Snake's got a mind of his own." Doug looked at me sadly. "You didn't let them put one of those friggin' chastity thing-a-ma-jigs on you, did you Denny boy?"

Jody lifted the hem of my dress to show him my new Lori's Tube. When I tried to block her hand, and preserve my dignity, my wife slapped at my wrist sharply. All she had to do was give me a look, and I backed off. She pulled my dress up just enough to show Doug my new piercing and steel sheath.

My old roommate laughed with shock and amusement until she lowered my dress. "Dude! Good Lord... no wonder you let them put you in that. Damn dude, you're hung like three marbles." He laughed so hard, he could hardly stop. Tears came to his eyes.

To my great discomfort, I noticed that Jen laughed along with him, just as hard, mostly as an attempt to get Doug's attention. There was no mistaking how each of the women around me, Nancy, Jen, Brenda and even my wife, were vying for my old roomie's eye.

Doug looked at Jody and said, "M'am, I give you credit for taking matters well in hand." He looked at his wife, and then back at my wife. "Something tells me, I'm going to be paying you a visit ... hopefully real soon." With that Doug waved at the ladies, and excused himself, saying he wanted to go get a beer.

"Don't go," Nancy said. "Let Deena get your beer. What are submissives for?"

My wife nodded to me, and gave me a pat on the bottom. Glad to be away from these five extremely strong individuals, I scurried from the room and down the steps to the kitchen, where I went to the fridge and found a bottle of Yuengling beer. As I searched for a bottle opener, my knees began to shake, and my heart began to pound so hard, that I had to sit for a minute at one of the kitchen chairs. My mouth was so dry, that I snuck a sip of Doug's beer.

I could not believe what Jody had gotten us into. I could not believe that my wife was flirting with a huge black man... my old college roommate... right in front of me! Nancy had even suggested that Doug have sex with me too! I took another drink of beer.

Taking a few deep breaths, trying to pull it together, I hurried back to the steps toward the bedroom. As I started up the first step, I glanced up to see Doug kissing my wife at the top of the stairs. Nor was it a polite peck on the cheek. Jody went way up on her tiptoes, and Doug had both his meaty paws around her, as he covered her mouth with his, giving her a very deep and soulful smooch.

When they finally broke away, Doug said goodbye to her, and then Jody and Brenda came down the steps.

"Good night all," my wife said. She took the beer from me, handed it to Brenda behind her, who handed it up to Doug, who hardly even gave me another look.