My New Life

"Listen Baby Doll, so far you've been a good little cuckold and have done everything as instructed. As we go along down this road some instructions will seem harder for you to follow and some may make you want disobey, but you won't. You're a true cuckold, and you'll obey and follow whatever instructions we give is that understood?"

"Yes Miss Suzanne, I'm glad I've pleased you up to this point. It's my love for you that keeps me going." I know I shouldn't have said that, it was an intimate emotion, a feeling that should've been shared between just the two of us, but I had admitted it in front of her and her lover.

"Did you hear that honey? Baby Doll loves me so much that he'll do anything to please me." They both laughed and I watched as her hand slid beneath the covers and began stroking Thomas's huge cock.

"Yea, that's so sweet!" Thomas said, with a smirk on his face. "Well don't worry Baby Doll in time we'll test the limits of your love." He turned and launched into a deep passionate kiss with Suzanne as she waved her hand at me to dismiss me from their presence.

My New Life part three by cuckytoher

The next few weeks seemed to fly by and I was kept busy with chores and duties and on average I slept what seemed to be about four hours a night. Miss Suzanne had ordered me to completely empty my bedroom out and to paint it pink. She also ordered new furniture for my bedroom and I was humiliated when I assembled it. It was a pink four poster canopied bed with a pink chest to keep my clothes in.

My clothes, which were another thing, consisted of the outfit I've already described which I had to wear around the house. I had two other outfits, one was a pink velour tracksuit and pink sneakers and the other which was my 'formal' or 'dress' outfit consisting of female gray slacks and a pink blouse. Needless to say when I had to go out on a daily basis I was mortified to bee seen in the pink velour tracksuit and pink sneakers.

As I strutted through the grocery store I tried to keep my head down so as not to make eye contact with people I might know or recognize. Miss Suzanne forbade me from wearing a hat of any kind, so I always walked with my head down. I could hear snickers and jeers when I ran their errands to the cleaners or the hardware store. Most embarrassing was when Thomas had me go to a liquor store/bar which was owned by a friend of his. I hated walking into the bar full of guys in my pink tracksuit and procuring their alcohol. Sometimes, the owner would make me stand there and wait for fifteen or twenty minutes before he waited on me.

One night after I had painted my room and folded my clothes and put them in the chest, Miss Suzanne summoned me to her room. I knelt and she extended her foot which I knew was my cue to get the lotion and give her a foot massage. I proceeded to warm the lotion in my hands and massage her feet. She talked to me and told me how excited she was to be embarking on this new life with Thomas. She told me both her and Thomas were pleased up to this point with my service. I bowed my head and thanked her for her generosity and told her that my only reason for existing was to serve her because I truly loved her that much. She snickered and pulled a gift wrapped package from behind her and handed it to me.

She told me to unwrap it and see what was inside. I delicately pulled the bow off and unwrapped the package. Inside was a life like, flesh colored mold of Thomas's erect penis and balls. "Go ahead, take it out and look at it. Isn't it wonderful! It looks just like Thomas's magnificent cock and balls." She leaned back and brushed her hair off her shoulders. I knelt there holding it in my hand not quite knowing what to say. Miss Suzanne broke the silence, "Baby Doll I thought this would be a perfect way for you to pay homage to Thomas. I want you to put it on the chest in your room and each night before you go to bed you're to get on your knees and pray to it. And, I thought what better way to show even more devotion than if you came up with the prayer yourself." I tried to sound as enthusiastic as possible as I muttered, "Yes Miss Suzanne it would be an honor." I stood up and took the package to my room and placed it on my pink chest, the only other piece of furniture in the room aside from my bed.

I know how this all must sound as you read it, but I have to say it was a journey that I was taking and it was happening one step at a time. It was as if I was headed down a dark tunnel putting one foot in front of the other going slowly and feeling my way and before I knew it I was too far down the tunnel to realize where I was or even think about turning back. It was eroticism mixed with humiliation, servitude, degradation, emasculation, but above all love. Yes, love that was the driving force. Love like an addiction to the strongest drug on the planet. A love so deep and so strong that I was past the point of questioning any command or request made of me. I loved her so much and I wanted her to experience such happiness that all that mattered was that I was still in her life in some way shape or form. There is nothing in the world stronger than love, it will make you do anything and stoop to any level truly putting the other person before yourself.

The first night I sucked Thomas's cock was another step in the journey. I knew it was coming, expected it, and yes, even looked forward to it at times. And then the night came. Thomas had been out of town for a few days on business and Miss Suzanne was very excited at the prospect of his return. I was ordered to prepare a lavish candlelight dinner for the two of them. After dinner, I curtsied in my pink baby doll and served them dessert which they said they'd be taking upstairs. Miss Suzanne instructed me to come to her bedroom after I was finished with the dishes. Upon entering their room I noticed Miss Suzanne on the bed wearing a naughty camisole smiling as I heard the shower running. She motioned for me to get on my knees and told me that tonight I would show Thomas how much I was not only devoted to her, but to him too.

Thomas emerged from the bathroom wearing just a silk bathroom, his huge flaccid cock hung limp and swayed between his legs. Miss Suzanne moved towards the side of the bed and told Thomas to stop and stand there and that I had a surprise for him. She nodded at me and said, "Go ahead, show Thomas how much you love us both!" Taking his cock in my hands I could feel the heat and the size amazed me. I stroked his cock a couple of times and then placed a kiss on the tip and began to suck. Thomas placed his hand on the back of my platinum blonde wig and guided my head on and off his shaft. I could feel him growing larger in my mouth, and I tried in vain to remember when I'd had my cock sucked and what felt good. I was conscious to be slow and not nick him with my teeth. I continued in a rhythmic motion and began to cup his massive balls. He was growing larger and larger in my mouth and I could taste his pre cum in my mouth. Miss Suzanne was squealing in pleasure as I sucked her man's cock. From the corner of my eye I could see her hand between her legs playing with herself.

After what seemed like eternity, Thomas pushed me back onto the floor and hopped on the bed taking his place between Miss Suzanne's legs. They embraced and exchanged a wet, sloppy kiss and Miss Suzanne dismissed me as had become so familiar with the wave of her hand. I made my way back to my room and cried into my pillow. I must've fallen asleep because an hour or so later I awoke and sensed someone watching me in the darkening room. Two silhouetted figures stood in my doorway, blinking my eyes I soon realized it was Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas watching me. Nervously, I jumped out of bed and knelt before them apologizing for having fallen asleep.

"Oh that's okay Baby Doll, Thomas and I were busy anyway! We thought we'd come to your room and see you pray to Thomas's cock." She hugged Thomas and they both laughed. "So let's hear your prayer and it better be good." I made my way over to the chest and bowed my head, kissing the tip of the replica of Thomas's cock and began to recite:

'Now I lay me down to bed

with thoughts of this beautiful cock in my head

I live to serve and for my sake

I pray to Thomas my wife he'll take'

When I was finished I bowed again and kissed the tip of the replica and remained kneeling with my head bowed. Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas squeezed each other and snickered. "Very good Baby Doll!" Miss Suzanne said, patting me on the head. Sir Thomas reached over and lifted my chin up to look directly in his eyes. Kneeling there at my Master and Mistresses feet, after having just said a prayer to his cock I cannot describe the extreme humiliation coursing through my veins. Along with humiliation, I felt arousal and excitement and as I stared at his limp cock, I felt a shudder race through my body and before I realized what was happening, I felt my cock explode. My owners laughed and with his finger under my chin still forcing me to stare into his eyes, Sir Thomas said, "Nice prayer Baby Doll, now clean up your mess – with your tongue and we'll see you at breakfast in the morning." Shutting off the light, I was left kneeling to find my own cum with my tongue and clean it up, and then I crawled into bed and went to sleep.

The next morning Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas appeared in the kitchen while I was preparing their breakfast which was highly unusual since I always served them breakfast in bed. Smiling, they each took their places at the table as I served coffee and breakfast. Miss Suzanne produced yet another package much like the other one and handed it to me. "Here Baby Doll we've bought you another present! We're spoiling you!"

I took the package, thanking her and untie the bow and unwrapped the package. Lifting the top from the box, I peered inside to find an identical replica of the last present I received with a twist. It was a flesh colored rubberized replica of Thomas's cock and balls except at the base of the balls was a screw on cap. Miss Suzanne informed me that from this point forward I was to take all my meals from this. I looked at her confused and she further explained that the screw off top revealed a hollow cock and balls and that I was to put all my food in a blender and pour the concoction into it, and at the other end, the tip of the penis, had a hole where I could suck all my food through. "We thought since we call you Baby Doll, it was only fitting that you have a baby bottle to drink from! Plus, it will give you great practice at sucking Thomas's cock which I'm told you're already pretty good at!"

I knelt and thanked both of them once again professing my love for Miss Suzanne and this time for Sir Thomas. Then I stood, and unscrewed the cap and poured my oatmeal into the large cock and balls and began to suck on it like a baby drinking from a bottle.

My New Life part four by cuckytoher

So much had happened in the past few months that sometimes I wake up in the morning and my head is spinning. A few short months ago I was a high powered executive with a six figure salary, a beautiful wife, a nice home, and a deep burning desire to be a cuckold husband. I wake up in my pink canopied bed, with my small pink chest at the foot of the bed with a life size model of Sir Thomas's cock and balls on it, which I pray to every night. In the kitchen there is another replica of Sir Thomas's cock and balls made of rubber that I must pour all my food into and suck it like a baby drinking from a bottle.

I've been completely feminized and am forced to wear a pink Baby Doll complete with a platinum blonde wig. I have lost my job and am now relegated to serving Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas's every need and whim. My emotions range from heartbreak to jealousy to anger to excitement, to love. And through it all I continue on the journey because I love her that much.

I've become proficient in all manner of household duties. I cook, I clean, I do laundry, and housework, manicures and pedicures, massages. You name it I do it. Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas need not lift a finger around the house; they want for nothing because I'm there to give it to them. And the humiliation continues to thrill me. They seem to delight in the endless ways to humiliate me. Take the other night for example, after dinner Miss Suzanne said while I cleaned the dishes her and Sir Thomas were going to the bedroom. She told me I'd find a box on my bed with an outfit in it and I was to put in on and come to their bedroom.

I finished the dishes hurriedly wondering what lay in store for me. Inside the box on the bed was a pink cheerleader's outfit with pink pom poms. I put the outfit on and took the pom poms and made my way to the master bedroom. As I walked in they both broke out in laughter. Miss Suzanne told me she thought it would be fun for me to cheer Sir Thomas on as he was fucking her and told me to let them see my best cheers.

I had no idea what to do so I started shaking the pom poms and moving around. Sir Thomas got out of bed and grabbed a belt and started swinging it and hitting my ass and legs which made me jump around more and caused Miss Suzanne to laugh and cheer him on. I began to cheer him on and spell his name out like I had heard cheerleaders do in high school and finally when he was satisfied the beating stopped. He returned to the bed and they fell into a hot embrace and began making love while I continued cheering from the foot of the bed.

I cheered for a solid hour until they came in huge explosion of passion. Miss Suzanne told me I could stop crawl between her legs and clean up Sir Thomas's cum from her soaking pussy. Meekly, I obeyed and when she was satisfied she took Sir Thomas's limp, glistening, very big cock in her hand and told me the job wasn't done yet. I licked and sucked Sir Thomas's cock until he pushed me aside and told me to go get them some drinks and run a shower for him. After serving them drinks, Sir Thomas made his way to the shower and told me to follow. He instructed me to strip get into the shower and wash him. This was a first, but I obediently took off my cheerleader's outfit and climbed into the shower and began to soap up his muscular body.

He pushed me to my knees and told me to soap his cock and balls. I began to wash his private area and he took his cock and slapped me repeatedly in the face telling me how I was his to with as he pleased. That I was nothing more to him than a piece of property and that if it wasn't for Miss Suzanne I'd be out on the street with nothing. Roughly he took his cock and forced it into my mouth and grabbed my head and guided it on and off his huge shaft until I could feel him starting to cum. A rush of hot liquid coated my mouth and throat as he shot his load and I swallowed every drop. He left me kneeling in the shower as he got out and went to join Miss Suzanne in the living room. I hung my head and wondered what had become of me and where I was headed.

My servitude continued and somewhere deep inside me I kept convincing myself that it was out of my love for my wife. In reality she had ceased being my wife long ago. We never did couple things anymore, it was common knowledge amongst our circle of friends that she and Sir Thomas were an item and that he attended all the social occasions that I used to attend with her. In reality, I was no more than a slave to their lust and passion. They say everyone's perception is their reality, and in my perception I was being a good and loving husband taking care of my wife's needs. Oh I knew deep inside what everyone else saw and what they must have thought of me. I heard the snickers and jeers as I made my way through our small town running errands wearing my pink velour tracksuit.

I have to admit there was an excitement that threaded into the fabric of my daily life. I was constantly aroused to be dressed however they wanted me, knowing that I was being humiliated and at the same time the humiliation excited me. During this whole time the one thing that Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas never really cared about was how, when or if I had any kind of sexual release. They left it up to me. I could cum whenever I wanted which was a real double edged sword. On the one hand if I came when I was excited, the moment I ejaculated I was no longer in that state of excitement and serving and being humiliated became harder to deal with. On the other hand, the longer I held out the more subservient I became. I tried to wait until what I thought was a convenient time to cum such as late at night while they were sleeping, but it never failed that the moment I came I would be summoned to their room to perform some degrading sexual act.

It wasn't until later that I found out they had installed hidden cameras throughout the house including in my room. So I was constantly being watched and monitored, which led to more excitement when I had an orgasm, knowing they may or may not be watching me. Constantly being on camera made me super aware of my appearance and my actions around the house. I found myself becoming even more subservient with the knowledge that I was possibly being watched. Finding myself on my knees scrubbing tiny corners of the floor that I probably otherwise would've overlooked. At night I would sometimes try to put on a 'show' to entertain my Miss Suzanne and Sir Thomas hoping they were watching. I would go to my room and make love to my pillow as if it were a woman shooting my load all over it and then sleeping on it for their amusement.

The two of them took to tormenting me even more once they viewed my little shows, sometimes forcing me to perform for them in person. One night while they lounged around the living room watching a movie, Miss Suzanne instructed me to inflate a blow up doll she had purchased for me and make love to it while they laughed and derided me. Her only instructions were that I was not to cum until the movie was over, so there I was forced to make out and fondle a plastic blow up doll, fucking it until I was ready to ejaculate and then stop. The constant arousal had me almost in tears wanting to cum. Finally when the movie ended I looked to them for permission to cum, and Miss Suzanne told me to crawl over and suck Sir Thomas hard for her. After bringing him to his full hardness she literally took matters into her own hands and continued to suck him off. They then ordered me to finish making love to my doll and told me to be very vocal telling it I loved it and kissing and sucking on it while I shot my load into the plastic pussy of the doll. They both became hysterical with laughter and ordered me to clean the doll's pussy with my tongue which provided even more cause for humiliation for me and laughter for them.

My New Life part five by cuckytoher

After a cruel and humiliating night of cleaning my cum from a plastic blow up doll I'd fucked, I awoke in my bed with my pacifier which is another life size replica of Sir Thomas's cock in my mouth. I must keep this in my mouth when I sleep at night as a pacifier and a reminder of my master's dominance over me. I scurried to the kitchen and prepared my breakfast and placed it in my bottle/cock replica of Thomas's cock that I must use to take all nourishment.

I prepared Miss Suzanne's breakfast as Sir Thomas was out of town for a few days returning tonight. As she ate her breakfast lounging on the bed watching television, I knelt at the foot of the bed massaging lotion on her feet. She smiled down at me and asked if I was happy with the way things have turned out. I must admit I had a mixture of emotions running through me at that point. Here I was on my knees, naked and shaved rubbing lotion into my wife's feet while she wanted to know if I was happy that she had taken a lover and they completely dominated my life. Excitement, fear, jealousy, humiliation, arousal, all raced through my veins, but above all love. Love for the only woman I ever cared for topped the list. And so I answered the only way I could think of, I answered from the heart.