Becoming a Cuckold Ch. 03

"All of that sounds like fun," Cheryl said. "I'm looking forward to it."

So was I. The cock and ball rings were going to keep me hard until I orgasmed. The sooner the better or my balls would be killing me. I couldn't wait to sink my cock into her tight snatch. I made dinner while Mistress and Cheryl got caught up. The nice part about it is they were both still naked. There was a reason I didn't mind wearing the cock and ball rings. I'd be hard anyway.

They sat down to dinner and I served the meal. As I dished them up both of them liked playing with my bat and balls.

"How is he staying hard like this?" Cheryl asked.

"The rings keep blood trapped in his dick," Mistress replied. "He should be like that until I allow him to cum. Then he might lose his erection, though he'll still have a larger dick because of the trapped blood."

Cheryl saw a bead of pre-cum on my cock and licked the tip. It twitched when her tongue ran over it.

"Don't make him cum," Mistress said. "He requires my permission before he can cum."

"What happens if he cums without permission?"

"He's punished, usually with a spanking to his bare ass or possibly whipping his cock and balls. I've been thinking of possibly another punishment, though I haven't tried it yet."

"What's that?"

"Have you ever had a vibrator on your clit for so long it became painful."

"Not intentionally, a lover I had once did it to me."

"Male or female?"

"Female."

"She probably knew what it would feel like. While I was going through my submissive and Dominant Training, they put this gadget on me called a Slave Trainer. It kept you on the edge of orgasm without climaxing for as long as the battery lasted. It was the worst punishment I underwent. Theoretically, they could put a new Trainer on and keep it going indefinitely. I swear I might have been willing to do anything someone wanted at the end of the three hour charge, let alone longer. I never came that close to using my safe word, even when I got an anal train run on me after the stripping contest.

"Unfortunately, they don't have anything like it for men, and I'm sure part of the reason is a man can probably imagine himself into a climax without any stimulation whatsoever. But the opposite is true, just like you and the vibrator. Over stimulation can be nearly as bad. I was thinking of applying a vibrator to his cock for as long as I want. Or some kind of milking machine that keeps sucking until he's got no more sperm to give."

"I imagine that would be pretty bad."

I could imagine the same thing. It wasn't a pleasant thing to think about. They went back upstairs while I grabbed a quick bite and cleaned up, with orders to come up as soon as I finished. When I joined them, they'd been playing some more and Mistress showed off my cunnilingual skills. I was allowed to make Cheryl scream, although Mistress captured her screams with open mouthed kisses. I was finally allowed to cum while fucking Cheryl as she and Mistress sixty-nined with each other. It was a massive orgasm for me I'd been hard so long.

I got to clean up Cheryl, while Mistress cleaned me up, recognizing I couldn't really clean myself off. She also removed the rings, allowing me to go without something on my cock for the first time in the last eighteen hours. I slept in between the two women and during the night, if either of them felt the need, I was to pleasure them to orgasm. Cheryl used my services twice, Mistress once.

******

The following morning, I relieved each of them orally, then Mistress demonstrated how she could deep throat me, allowing me another orgasm. I was required to wash both of them in the shower, then Mistress had me lick Cheryl's asshole while she licked her pussy, double teaming her between us.

"Since you're a submissive, can I order you around?" Cheryl asked me.

"Only my Mistress has the right to order me around, and through her submission to my mother and sister, they can order me. I can refuse any of your orders unless Mistress tells me I must accept your orders as coming from her, but they'd have to comply with my slave agreement with her, with the same limitations and safe word. I'm not submissive to the entire world of Dominants."

"Maybe you'd let me borrow him for a weekend to deep clean my house," Cheryl said.

"If I did, who'd deep clean my cunt?" Mistress replied. "I have to provide him the sexual services of all three of my fuck holes as ordered by my Mistress. Would you allow him to fuck your ass?"

"Does he really fuck your ass every day?"

"Not necessarily to completion, but he does stick it in my ass on a daily basis. I find I enjoy ass fucking almost as much as cunt fucking. After we go out to dinner, I was thinking you might like to fuck his ass with a strap on while he's fucking mine. It would almost be like you're fucking my ass by proxy."

"I used to think you were so straight laced, Marnie."

"I was straight laced until after Mistress proved to me what a submissive slut I was."

"How did she do that?"

"Made me strip off my clothes, suck her fiancé off twice, get fucked by both her slave and fiancé, lick her other slaves twat, then sold my mouth and cunt to whoever could come up with a quarter or fifty cents for several hours, man or woman. Straight laced got knocked right out of me. I can't say I didn't like it though. As I said, I was a submissive waiting for someone to fuck hell out of me. As it turned out, it was several someones.

"Richard, even before he took his collar, took my anal virginity because he was my husband and my Mistress felt he should be the first one to take me there, then watched six other men fuck my ass while he fucked another woman and when they were all done, he fucked my cunt, then licked all that cum out of my tenderized asshole and what he squirted in my pussy."

"You're joking!"

"It wasn't as bad as it sounds. I had enemas ahead of time to clean me out. I'll be doing the same to Richard and myself this evening so I can clean him up after he's fucked my ass and he can lick my asshole clean. Neither one of us is into tasting shit. It's why I waited until the shower to tell him to lick your shitter. I'll do the same thing next week so Richard can suck the cock that fucks his ass."

Cheryl looked at me. I wasn't going to lie about it, so I nodded. I knew why she was shocked. If anyone had told me two months ago that after my mothers wedding I'd lick my cum and the sperm of six other men out of my wife's gaping asshole, I'd have thought they were high on something. It wasn't my proudest moment, but even now, I didn't regret it. I already knew my wife was my Mistress and I was along for the ride.

I essentially waited on them the rest of the day like the good little boy I was. No one bothered to dress and Cheryl felt friendly towards us. They enjoyed sex with each other fairly frequently, but both of them enjoyed my services as well. After a particularly nice rug munching, Cheryl asked Marnie for permission to let me cum and as I stood beside her chair, she sucked me off. It wasn't close to the blow jobs Mistress gave me, but I was happy she found me so pleasing she was willing to swallow my sperm.

Before we went out for dinner, Mistress put me back in my cock cage. She fondled my ball sack until my burgeoning erection became painful, then she smiled at me and told me to control myself better.

"Tonight Richard, I'm going to feed you. I want you to sit with your hands behind your back and wait for me to put food and drink in your mouth. I looked at the website for the restaurant Cheryl is taking us this evening and it's quite swanky. They even have tablecloths. I think it will embarrass you to be fed in such a place. When we're done with the main course, while Cheryl and I are eating dessert, you'll be dining on Cheryl's pussy under the table to thank her for taking us out. I hope you don't get an erection, Richard, as it will be quite painful as I've just demonstrated. Cheryl, you may wish to forgo underwear tonight."

Cheryl was shocked to hear Mistress's plans for the night, but also excited. Her nipples got hard as she thought of me between her legs during the dessert.

That evening, we went to The River Cafe, a very nice restaurant at the foot of the Brooklyn Bridge across from Manhattan. The views were amazing, the food top notch, the ambience mellow. In addition to pre dinner cocktails, we had a nice bottle of red wine. The tablecloths weren't floor length, they only came down about a foot below the table top, so I knew I might be visible when I was under the table, though thankfully, our table was on the side and not in the middle of the room.

As she told me she'd do, Mistress didn't allow me to eat my own food. I sat with my hands behind me and she cut up my food and fed me, all while talking to Cheryl. The people at the surrounding tables must have thought I had some muscular affliction which didn't allow me the use of my hands.

I had to fight my erection all night, I was so aroused by my treatment. The moment she fed me the last morsel of my food she ordered me to the floor. I took a quick glance around hoping no one was watching at the moment I slid off my chair and under the table. Cheryl parted her legs to give me access to her honeyed folds. Even before I put my head under her dress, I could smell her arousal, perhaps some of it Mistress's as well as she'd enjoyed our little performance.

I took my time. I enjoyed being between Cheryl's legs lapping her tangy nectar and it was the only dessert I'd be allowed. If only an erection didn't keep trying to make an appearance while wearing my cock cage.

Our waiter came to take the dessert order. He noticed me under the table as he walked up.

"If the gentleman has lost some silverware, I'd be happy to replace it."

"The gentleman has lost nothing but his pride," Mistress said. "He is thanking our hostess this evening for the wonderful meal she's paying for. Ignore the gentleman. He's of no consequence. I think your tip will reward your discretion."

I heard him snicker, but he otherwise ignored me and took their orders. I wasn't trying to make Cheryl scream as she wasn't the one being humiliated. Each of her orgasms was quick and relatively quiet on her part. She couldn't help but make a little noise, usually low moans I could barely hear with her thighs wrapped around my ears.

Another couple came to the table. I could see their legs, a man and a woman.

"Excuse me for interrupting, but I couldn't help but notice what was going on at this table. Do you mind if we sit down and chat for a moment?"

"Help yourself."

He sat down in my vacated chair and the woman sat down beside him.

"I'm William Thornhill and this is my lovely wife, Evelyn."

Shit! I stopped licking. William Thornhill was my boss, although I was so far down the corporate ladder, I doubted he knew who the fuck I was. Not that 'I' didn't know who he was. Most people at least recognized his name, even if they couldn't pick him out of a crowd. I didn't have to worry about an erection now. My cock shriveled up to nothing.

Mistress said, "I'm Marnie Farber and this is my very good friend from college, Cheryl Cooper."

"And the gentleman under the table?" he asked.

Please don't tell him, I thought. Not my fucking boss. Of course, she didn't read my thoughts.

"My husband, Richard. We're pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Thornhill. Your reputation precedes you."

Cheryl grabbed my hair and pushed me up against her pussy. I guess it didn't make any difference now. I resumed licking.

"Farber. It's not a common name. I recently met a woman by that name, Lynn, as I recall. Any relation to you or your husband?"

"My mother-in-law and Mistress."

"Your Mistress? I only knew about two and you weren't one of them."

"I'm a more recent acquisition. I don't think I'd have been chosen as her submissive if she weren't trying to protect her son."

Oh, goodie. Tell my freaking boss everything you can about the worm that works for him.

"If I might ask, how long as your husband been your submissive?"

"Less than a month," Mistress replied. "We kind of came into it together."

"He's very obedient," William observed, since I was still licking Cheryl's pussy. Despite the fluids I was lapping up, my tongue felt dry.

"I'm very pleased with him," Mistress said. "It hasn't been easy for him but his mother said the quicker he could surrender his ego, the more he'd enjoy his submission. He's trying very hard."

"I'd like to discuss this more at some point. I'm curious. Here's my card. Please give me a call when you're both free."

"I'd be happy to. Richard, why don't you come up and say hello to Mr. and Mrs. Thornhill. It's not often we meet such distinguished people. Leave Cheryl's cum on your face."

Ah, fuck! Could this night get any worse. Since William was occupying my chair, I came out between Cheryl and Mistress and stood.

"Hello, Richard," Mr. Thornhill said, sticking his hand out. "Pleased to meet you."

I took his hand. "I'm deeply sorry, Mr. Thornhill."

"For what?"

"Well, you know, the thing, being on the floor, what I was doing down there."

"Obeying your Mistress. Hardly anything to apologize for."

That was surprising. "Yes, sir." Then my day got even weirder.

"I've heard very good things about you, Richard. Intelligent, hard working, takes direction well. Your supervisors are very pleased."

"Sir, I'm confused. I'm so far down the totem pole I didn't think you'd know the first thing about me and I was sincerely hoping you didn't, considering how you just found me."

William chuckled. "I've actually been following you fairly closely. I took a hand in your hiring."

"Sir?"

"We'll discuss it when you come over to my place and I can find out the story behind you being on the floor tonight. Hopefully, this week. I'll be going to California in a week."

"We'll be there, Mr. Thornhill," Mistress said. "I'll confirm sometime tomorrow."

"I've taken care of your bill, including a big tip for the waiter to ignore you. Have a good evening."

They took their leave and we looked at each other.

"How the hell do you know William Thornhill?" Cheryl asked.

"I don't. I work for one of his many companies. Ground floor job. I've never met him and don't have the foggiest clue how he knows me. I was hoping he wouldn't know me from Adam considering what I was doing when he stopped at our table. I don't know how he knows Mother Mistress and that she had two slaves."

"Well, he knows you take direction well and are obedient," Mistress said. "You can wipe your face now."

I did. In addition to everything else going on in my life, I had to worry about what Mr. Thornhill thought of me being on the floor in a nice restaurant, licking the pussy of someone, not my wife. At least he didn't seem horribly shocked, but perhaps after he considered it a while, he would decide I wasn't a very good fit for his company.

Sure enough, when we checked on our bill, it had been paid.

"How big was the tip?" Cheryl asked.

"Four hundred, Ma'am."

That was as much as the meal was, with a very good bottle of wine. "It pays to have friends in high places," Cheryl said.

We went home and Mistress and I both had enemas to clean out our bowels. My cock cage was removed and my dick got hard thinking of what was going to happen next. Mistress got on her hands and knees and I lubed her up before gently entering her bottom. While I was bent over her, Cheryl lubed my ass and she slipped Mistress's strap-on up my back door. There was a nice slow double ass fucking, Mistress cumming three times, me cumming once without permission.

Mistress cleaned off my cock afterward, I licked her asshole and Cheryl's strap on clean, confirming what Mistress said we'd do, then both Mistress and I licked Cheryl to a couple orgasms apiece. Once again, I slept between them in case they had need of my services. Cheryl did once.

The next day, Cheryl left around ten after a leisurely breakfast I prepared.

After providing another oral orgasm by yours truly to Cheryl before she left, Mistress said, "Come over next Saturday. I'll fuck the guy Friday myself and save most of the gay sex for Saturday. That's the day Alexandra is coming over. If you want some totally random sex with a stranger or you get along with our Domina, you can have sex with either or both of them. Domina is a total ginger haired fox. The bisexual hunk has a good sized dick and is movie star handsome if his pictures can be believed."

"I'll be here," Cheryl said.

There, Mistress said it. Gay sex. Not just getting someone ready to fuck her or cleaning up afterward. I was going to be having gay sex. I was going to be unabashedly fucking and sucking cocks. It didn't matter if I wanted to or not. My sex life no longer belonged to me. It belonged to someone else, and Mistress could do as she pleased unless I chose to use my safe words. As much as it scared me, I didn't want to use them.

Mistress called William Thornhill after Cheryl left and made an appointment to meet him at his home in Manhattan Tuesday night at seven-thirty PM when I got home from work. She spoke to him for nearly an hour and I had no clue what she spoke to him about. I had no idea what he wanted from me and my Mistress. It couldn't be to blackmail me. He probably sneezed away more money in a day than I made in a year, unless it was for sex. God, I hoped not.

The rest of the day I spent licking my Mistress to five premium orgasms, then she fucked me, letting me use every hole before allowing me to cum in her mouth.

******

Tuesday rolled around like a freight train, and I was stuck on the tracks staring at the lights of a huge train barreling down on me. For the first time in as long as Mistress made me wear my cock cage, I didn't have to worry about an erection hurting me. I was jittery all day and it affected me. My immediate supervisor noticed and said something.

"What's got you so jumpy?"

Of course I couldn't tell him Mr. Thornhill caught me licking strange pussy under the table at a restaurant. If he didn't know now, there was no point in telling him.

"Am I going to get fired? Have you heard anything?"

"Why would you get fired? You're doing great work here."

"Mr. Thornhill invited me to his residence tonight with my wife and I don't know what that means."

"If you were being fired, you wouldn't be going to his residence, and he definitely wouldn't do it in front of your wife. That would be hard core heartless. He'd have me can your ass and be done with it. Sounds instead like he's taken an interest in you."

Why? To have sex with me or my Mistress now he knew I was a submissive? What did he want with me?

"What's he like?" I asked.

"I don't know, I've met him like once for ten seconds. He's way above my pay grade. I hear he's a pretty nice guy unless you fuck up big time, then it's adios, don't let the door hit your ass on the way out."

So was I waiting for the door to hit my ass on the way out? My boss didn't think so.

I went home, Mistress dressed me in something less formal, adding a butt plug, and we took the subway to Manhattan. There was a maid or someone to answer the door.

"Mr. and Mrs. Farber, how good of you to come. Mr. and Mrs. Thornhill are waiting in the drawing room. Please follow me."

A drawing room. Is that where I'd be shown the door.

As the maid led us to what I assumed was the drawing room, Mistress said, "When we get there, Richard, I want you to remove your clothes."

"Mistress?"

"You heard me. You will remove all of your outer clothes down to your cute little panties."

"You can't embarrass me in front of the people I work with."

"You didn't address me as Mistress. I'm going to punish you in front of Mr. Thornhill for that. As for embarrassing you in front of Mr. Thornhill, he saw you licking Cheryl's cunt under a table at The River Cafe. He already knows you're a submissive sex slave. If he's going to fire you for it, he's going to fire you. What difference does it make what you do now?"