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Click! The front door popped open. "Hi Honey, it's only me" my wife called.

Right at that moment, I knew I was in trouble. I started to struggle, but in my current predicament, I wasn't going anywhere. Earlier that morning, after my wife, Emma, had left for her weekly walk and talk with her best friend from down the road, I had decided that the time was right for a little bit of self bondage.

"I just came back to collect my purse and – oh! What's happened to you – what have you done!".

As she came into the bedroom and surveyed the scene, her tone quickly changed from surprise to anger. My wife had thought that my cross dressing habits had all gone away soon after we were married. We had no kids, and our sex life was fairly tame, but whenever I had tried to introduce a little role play or even rope play into the bedroom, she reacted with disgust and more than a little anger.

And right now, there was plenty for her to be angry at. As I struggled vainly on the bed she looked me up and down. My stocking clad legs were tightly bound together with lengths of white sash cord, and secured to the foot of the bed. A pair of black satin panties covered my lacy suspender belt. A frilly black see-through camisole covered my chest, while my hands were loosely tied up above my head. As I struggled to get free I must have tightened the knots, and in my panic my fingers couldn't get them loose. A shiny red ball gag was strapped tightly around my head, pushing my mouth apart, and rendering all my excuses unintelligible.

"Jolene. Come and have a look at this". My wife called back down the hall.

Oh no, I thought. Not Jolene. Not here. Not now. Jolene was fit and attractive, not yet 35, but after the breakup of her marriage several years ago, she had it in for men. She barely tolerated me on the occasions when we met, out of regard for my wife. She must have worked out at the gym, because despite being only 5' 3", she was muscular and strong, with a figure to die for.

"Well, what do we have here?" Jolene smirked as she came into the room and considered my helpless form, still twisting on the bed in a futile effort to get free. "I always thought your husband was a panty-waist, and here he is, with the panties on to prove it".

"None of this is my doing" said Emma. "In fact, none of this is even my clothes. He must have been collecting it himself. How long has this been going on?" she demanded. "Answer me!"

It was obvious through my garbled response, that I couldn't give her the answer - any answer – that she wanted. I just wanted to sink into the sheets and hide.

"You always told me that he couldn't satisfy you in bed" said Jolene. "Well, here's the reason why. He's a sissy. A selfish sissy who thinks only of himself."

"What should we do?" asked Emma.

"I know exactly what to do. This will solve all your problems at once," said Jolene. "Stay here, and don't touch anything – no matter what he says or does". She leant over to check that my bonds were secure. Even as she approached I flinched as she tested the knots. "I'll be back in 5 minutes. He's not going anywhere, that's for sure". She left the room, and I heard her car's engine roar to life.

"You are such a disappointment to me, Richard" said my wife as she looked over me.

"Arg. Mrg. Ouu. Eeee". I cried from behind my gag, desperately trying to break free

Emma shook her head. "Jolene knows what to do. Just lay there quietly, my hopeless, helpless dear".

At least she called me 'Dear' I thought. But there was no doubt that I was hopeless – and helpless. In my fantasies I always played the part of a damsel in distress, but now that my fantasy was coming all too true, I wasn't sure that I liked it at all. Still, at the thought of this my flagging erection throbbed back to life, pushing firmly against the fabric of my black satin panties.

"Stand aside, Emma darling. I've got all you need to solve your problems". Jolene strode back into the room. "You always said he didn’t try hard enough to please you in bed. Well, maybe this is just what he needs to motivate him properly."

Jolene was carrying a rather menacing looking leather bag.

"First things first"  she said. "He seems to want to be a woman, so let's complete the picture, shall we?"

She pulled a bright pink lipstick from her pocket, and grabbed me by the cheeks. Pushing the ball gag tightly into my mouth, she proceeded to paint my lips, top and bottom. "Hmmm,  cherry" I thought, as a faint taste reached my tongue.

"Now Emma, let's get you comfortable. Take off your clothes and lie down here". She caught Emma in her arms and crushed her with a long and sensuous kiss. As my wife lay back on the bed, they continued kissing, while Jolene pulled Emma's skirt and panties down and let them fall onto the floor.

"And now let's get you more uncomfortable" said Jolene, as she returned her attention to me.

She pushed her hands under my back and swiftly rolled me over where I lay. She untied the rope from above my head and pulled it back so that my hands were caught behind my neck. She looped the free end under my chest and tied it off. I rose up on my elbows and lifted my head off the bed.

"Not yet" hissed Jolene, and she turned around and sat roughly on my back pinning me back down in the bed. "Don't move. Stay just where you are, and I'll let you up to breath now and then".

I froze on the bed, and hoped she meant it.

Jolene untied my legs, and pulled my left ankle up to meet my thigh. Using the sash cord, she tied it firmly in place, and then repeated the procedure with my right leg. As she swung off the bed, I realised that all I could do was crawl on my knees and elbows, while my ass was pushed proudly up into the air. This didn't seem like  much of an escape strategy, so I lay there and looked to see what Jolene would do next.

"Do you know what this is?" smirked Jolene, as she waved a large black object in front of me. It had several straps and buckles hanging down, and had a curved rubber phallus that she was holding it with. My eyes widened as I saw that it was double ended, and must have been about 16'' in length.

"It's your new best friend, that's what. This is what you need make sure you satisfy both us girls at once, in full, and until we want to stop. You must have fantasised about some thick, hard cock taking you in your virgin asshole. Well, fantasise no longer".

Jolene rubbed some lubricant on one end of the dildo, and as afterthought, wiped her hand clean on the other end. She slid the slick end slowly into her pussy, and buckled the straps loosely around her waist. My panties were pulled roughly down my legs, just enough to expose my nervous asshole and to hinder my movement.

"Now move over, and start tasting your wife, with that bright pink mouth of yours." She unbuckled the ball gag  from behind my head, and loosened it so that it hung around my neck. "I want you to lick her slowly and then  slide your wet tongue in and out of her pussy, over and over until she feels warm. I want you to tongue fuck her soft and then tongue fuck her hard. Slowly and then faster. Then I want you to kiss her clit with your lips, and don't stop until I say".

I must have been slow to react, because - whack - I suddenly felt a stinging hand welt across my ass. I yelped and crawled forward towards my wife's waiting pussy. I've never liked her taste, so I guess that's why I've never had much time for going down on her. I hesitated, unable to reach out with my tongue, while her musky smell filled my senses.

Suddenly I felt a Jolene's strong hands grab me on my hips. She positioned her big black cock up against my ass hole. She rocked back slightly as she tightened her grip, then with one swift motion she pulled me hard back against her, and pushed her rubber phallus past my stinging anus and deep into my back passage. I gasped and fell forward into my wife's love canal. I licked and tongued her for all I was worth, and she moaned as she lay there, pinching her nipples between her fingers.

As Jolene pulled back, the dildo met with some resistance from my protesting ass, and slid gently out of her pussy. Then she pushed forward again, and one end slid gently back inside her, while the other reamed it's way back into me. Her tempo increased as she fucked us both at once, and I picked up the pace with my tongue on my wife's slippery pussy. Emma's moans grew more frantic as she approached her orgasm.

Jolene seemed to have found some heaven of her own as she pushed deeper and deeper inside me. Emma cried out with pleasure, but I couldn't stop my licking as Jolene's thrusting continued hard and fierce. Just as Jolene's moans gave way to her own cries of animal ecstasy, I felt the tip of her black invader press hard against my prostate. My rock hard cock strained against its satin bonds and I could hold it back no longer. I spurted cum through my panties, and groaned out loud as I came.

Jolene unbuckled her dildo and left its longer end embedded within me. She swiftly tied some cord from my wrists back to my ankles, looping it firmly around the dildo's free end as it went. It was an effective hog tie, with any movement of either my hands or feet causing a swift response from my new best friend. Jolene picked up my wife's panties from off the floor, stuffed them into my mouth and tied them in place with my ball gag.

"Now you just stay there and consider how much pleasure you can give us both this afternoon. Emma and I will change places, and then we can compare your efforts. Who knows, we might even let you free by tomorrow".

I groaned and sagged back on the bed. Tomorrow seemed like a long time away.

Part 2: Who's Counting.

"Richard? Is there anything I can do to help you? You seem a little distracted".

One of the attractive young women who worked in my office was leaning over the cubicle wall with a concerned look on her face.

She wore a tight white blouse with a short navy skirt. Even from where she stood I could smell her fragrance. 'There are plenty of things you could do,' I thought. 'But none of them are really suitable for office time'. I fantasised a lot about the girls who worked here. Rather than compete with each other in terms of sexy clothes or grooming, they seemed to naturally somehow fall into a similar look. The kind of look that you might see all around you, but never have for the taking. I winced at the thought.

"And what I wouldn't give for some taking right now" I muttered.

"Sorry?"

"Oh nothing" I said. "I've just got some deadline to make, somehow". She walked away, and I leaned back to survey her attractive behind as it swayed briskly from side to side. I winced again.

I reached down to the source of my discomfort. I was wearing a CB-6000 male chastity device, a fiendish piece of plastic fitted to me by my wife, Emma, on the advice of her best friend Joelene. I had been wearing it continuously now for some months, ever since the day when they had discovered me masturbating in self bondage at home. Although comfortable to wear, it denied me all pleasure and was a constant torment to me.

"This will focus his mind truly on you" Jolene had said, and she was right. Several times a day, and once or twice at night, my penis would forget its confinement and swell to the boundaries of its cage. The pain was terrible, and my growing frustration was worse. Every time I begged Emma to take it off, she simply added one more series of boxes on a calendar she kept beside the bed.

"What's that for?" I asked.

"That's how long you must wait. Every time you ask, I simply add another week".

Eventually the day finished and I hurried home. Despite my best efforts, the traffic was heavy and I knew I wouldn't make it home on time.

"You're late" accused Emma as I closed the door behind me. "The house is a mess, and while I've been waiting for you, I've drunk more wine than I should have". A half empty bottle sat next to her where she was reclining on the couch. "You know what to do – go and get changed and then you can earn back my approval. Go on – scoot!"

I hurried into the bedroom and took off my work clothes. I knew what clothes she meant me to wear, and my penis stiffened slightly at the thought. But still my cheeks reddened all the same. I wore a low cut black bra that hugged two large breast forms to my chest. I slid a pair of ruffled black panties up over my behind, and stepped into a short lace crinoline. When I pulled my French Maid's dress over my head and smoothed it down, the crinoline made the skirt stick out, and my ruffled panties were clearly on show.

A maid's cap pinned into my hair, and a pair of fishnet stockings and patent leather heels completed my uniform. Meekly I trotted back to my wife – Mistress - I corrected myself. I kneeled down in front of her, and bowed my head.

"Clean the floor – all of it – by hand, with your sponge and bucket, and then come to my bed. If you are lucky I will allow you to please me".

"Yes Mistress" I replied.

It took nearly an hour. Several times I suffered an erection at the thought of pleasuring her, and was forced to stop and think of soap bubbles. Eventually I got the floor all done. I tidied myself up and presented myself to her in the bedroom.

Emma was wearing a see through babydoll negligee, and nothing else. She had laid several lengths of white rope on the bed. I shuddered at the thought of them. Emma must have seen my hesitation, because she snapped at me, "Quickly now, come over here and lay down".

She took a length of the white rope and folded it in half. She held the folded end next to my ankle, and wrapped the loose ends firmly around it three or four times. She then threaded the loose ends through the folded loop and pulled them tight. She then tied these off under the bed around one of its legs. She repeated the process with my other ankle. Our bed was wide, and the rope ends were short, so I ended up with my legs pulled wide apart while I lay near the end.

Emma then tied my wrists the same way. I was stuck in a tight spreadeagle, half way down the bed. I waited nervously for what was to come next. She crawled lazily over the bed, and positioned herself with her knees under my armpits, and her pussy several inches above my face.

"Pleasure me" she said.

I knew what to do – I had been forced to do this many times during the past six weeks. I arched my head up towards her, and felt for her with my tongue. Gently I licked her pussy all over, taking care to avoid directly touching her clit. I pushed my tongue as hard as it could go, deeper and deeper into her, each time withdrawing and licking further and further up towards her clitoral hood. I could smell and taste her arousal – I could almost feel the warmth coming from her, as her clit swelled and pushed free.

My neck strained to keep my head up above the bed. Emma must have sensed this, or maybe she was simply looking for more contact with my tongue. She slid her knees down the bed, dropping her pussy directly onto my face. 

My penis stiffened and strained in its plastic restraint. My arms and legs stretched and pulled as I struggled to force my tongue harder and deeper into her. This must have been the effect she wanted, because Emma moaned aloud and started slowly grinding her pussy into my face. I redoubled my efforts with my tongue, flicking it further and further up and around her clit. Finally I went all out on her, sucking and licking with my tongue and lips.

Emma cried aloud as she came on my face. Her pussy twitched with pleasure as she slumped over me. I could barely breathe, and I panicked  as I imagined that she might smother me with her passion.

Eventually she rolled over, and in a few moments when she had regained her composure, she remarked, "Damn, you're getting good at that. You must be pleased".

"Yes Mistress," I meekly replied.

"Well, no good deed goes unpunished, as they say," said Emma. "Let's see". She looked over at her record book, as she pulled my panties down, and unlocked my plastic chastity harness. My penis swelled almost instantly, as she grasped its end with her free hand. "You've served your time well. Twelve times you've pleasured me, including tonight – that makes twelve strokes. Count them for me".

"One – ah – two – ah – three," I gasped as she stroked my cock firmly up and down with her hand. My arms and legs were aching as the ropes pinned me to the bed. My feet squirmed in their stockings as my high heels dug into the sheets.

"Four – ah – five – ah – six". My head rolled from side to side, and my back arched, pushing my fake breasts upwards. The smell of my Mistress' pussy juices still filled my mouth and nose and my eyes were nearly stuck shut, enhancing my feeling of helplessness.

"Seven – ah – eight – ah – ah – oh God," I nearly squealed out loud as I came hard, spurting cum all over my black maid's dress. It pumped several more times, weakening as I slumped back in my bonds, utterly spent.

"Well, that's a mistake you'll have to pay for later". Mistress frowned as she fed my softening penis back into its plastic sheath, and clicked the lock shut. "But for now you can start by cleaning yourself up. I'm off to have a bath". So saying, she loosened the rope that held my right hand still, and left the room.

"God I must love this", I thought, as I slowly struggled to release myself. "I'm getting quicker every time. Only eight strokes tonight – but who's counting!"

Part 3: Turning the Tables

I woke up in pain. Just like every other day, my morning erection was the source of my discomfort. It pressed hard into the CB-6000 chastity device that had been my constant companion these past few months. My wife Emma had confined me inside it, both as a punishment and as a motivator. I was being punished for being caught one time having sex on my own, while wearing women's clothes and self-bound to the bed. I was being motivated to wait on her hand and foot, and to satisfy her daily sexual needs.

However, unlike every other day, today I woke with a smile. I knew today would be different, because yesterday I had found the key.

Gently I slid out of the bed. My CB-6000 caught on the sheet and nearly pulled it from my wife, who was still sleeping naked beside me. My heart raced as I stopped and pulled the sheet free. Emma slept on, content no doubt from the three orgasms I had given her the night before. My lips were still sore from those exertions.

I reached into my bedside table and pulled out a small key, together with a roll of white duct tape and a couple of square gauzy scarves that belonged to my wife.

My fingers trembled as I put the key in the lock. With the barest of clicks the CB-6000 came open and I was free. Carefully I took it off and put it on the table. A surge of adrenaline went through me as all my pent up anger came to the surface.

"Right, bitch. Now it's your turn!" I snarled. I flung the sheets onto the floor and jumped onto the bed. Grabbing Emma's arm with both hands I twisted it behind her back and rolled her onto her chest. Pinning her hand with my knee to the small of her back, I grabbed her other arm and pulled it around to meet the first. Her elbows were bent at right angles, and each of her palms faced the opposite forearm.

I unrolled the end of the tape and started wrapping it around Emma's wrists. I wound the roll round and round her forearms, from one wrist to the other. Her hands were now stuck firm, and her arms were fused together, useless to her. As I rolled Emma onto her back, her chest stuck out proudly. Her breasts heaved up and down as she struggled to raise herself off the bed. Under my weight, she had no chance.

"You bastard!" she spat. "You'll pay for this – just wait until I..." – but I didn't wait to hear what particular retribution she had in mind. I forced one of the scarves between her teeth and tied it firmly around her head. Emma's expletives were garbled but still quite loud, so I pressed two short lengths of the duct tape over her mouth in the shape of an 'X'. Her face still showed its fury, but her protests were no more than a muffled "Mmmmp! Mmmmp!" Her eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared, but I could see fear there as well. I had her at my mercy now, and she knew it.

"They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but I wouldn't want you to suffer too much today. Let's see what we can do to keep you warm".

I sat on Emma's legs to stop her from kicking me, and pulled two fishnet stockings up to her knees. Turning back to face her, I pulled them all the way up to her thighs. Returning my attention to her feet, I pulled on a pair of shiny black leather pumps, with 5 inch heels and straps that buckled around her ankles. With Emma having no way of using her hands, those shoes weren't coming off without my help.

I tied one end of the second scarf around her ankle and knotted it firmly. Repeating the process on the second ankle, I completed a short hobble. I swung her feet off the bed and pushed her to stand up.

"That should keep you out of trouble while I'm away". I smiled as I went to have shower. For the first time in ages I felt happy as I got ready to go to work. Emma furiously stamped her feet up and down, clacking her heels on the floor in a staccato protest.

Once I was ready to leave, I went looking for Emma. She was still in the bedroom, trying unsuccessfully to unstick her fingers. I showed her the phone handset which I placed on the bed next to her. I had taped over all the numbers. "Mine is the last number dialed, so all you have to do is press the redial button to call me if you're in trouble. Use the heel of your shoe, or even your nose if you like. But don't call me unless you have to. I've got months of catching up to do when I return, and you won't want me to be angry as well".

So saying, I left for work. Emma's eyes looked daggers at me as I went outside.

The day passed quite quickly. In my previous life my plastic tormentor had caused me pain whenever my eyes or thoughts had strayed to the women in my office. Now, every time I saw them bend over a desk, or reach out to pass me something, or even just lick their lips to make them shine, my cock stiffened and I felt alive. I even managed a gentle slap on the skirt suited bottom of the admin manager as I went to leave.

When I pulled up outside my house, the lights were out. "Probably Emma couldn't manage the light switches" I thought. I turned them on as I came inside. Emma was nowhere to be seen, but that didn't trouble me. I poured myself a drink and loosened my shirt. I then stripped down to my boxers, and went looking for my wife.

I found her in the bathroom, hiding behind the door. She seemed to have passed through the seven stages of grief while I was away. Her eyes were red and puffy from tears, but somehow cold fury seemed to have been where she ended up. The tone of her muffled grunts clearly seemed angry. Her arms were still folded behind her, and her gag was still firmly in place. I could see red scratch marks on her cheek where she must have tried to rub the tape off, but to no avail.

I wasn't sympathetic in the slightest to her plight. She had put me through hell these past few months, and now was my chance to pay her back.

I scooped her up over my shoulder and carried her back to the bedroom. I dropped her unceremoniously on the bed, and then returned to the bathroom to pick up a pair of scissors, razor blade and a cake of soap with a wet towel.

The rage in her eyes gave way to fear when she saw me brandish the scissors. "Keep still, or you might get cut" I advised, and her body stiffened. I set to work on her pubic hair, snipping away all her unruly curls, leaving a short stubble. "Keep really still, or you'll really get cut" I said, lathering up her pussy with the soap and towel. With a few quick strokes I removed the last of Emma's public hair. Carefully I went all the way down between her thighs to remove every last hair. I rubbed her pussy all over with the wet towel, and she whimpered. Whether this was in fear or in response to the rubbing of the towel I couldn't tell.

There she was, my prize, laid out before me. Her hands were trapped behind her back, her chest was arched and her full breasts were raised up to me. In spite of her fear, or because of it, I don't know – her nipples were hard. Her milky white thighs were framed by the black lace of the fishnet stockings, and her naked pussy was in full view. My cock was rock hard in my boxer shorts, and precum was leaking through them. I pulled them off and crouched down over my wife's defenseless body.

Emma's whimpers seemed more frightened now, but this only added to my excitement. I reached out for her breasts, squeezing them briefly and pinching her nipples. Emma twisted her head from side to side, her eyes closed. She squealed through gag as I pressed my cock up against her pussy lips, and thrust myself inside her in one swift motion.

To my surprise her pussy was on fire. My cock slid all the way in and I realised just how wet she was as well. But this was my time, not hers. I grunted aloud and ground into her again. Repeatedly I thrust my cock into her hot, wet pussy, not caring of her response. I pinched harder on her nipples and scratched at her breasts, and pounded at her again. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back against the bed. Faster and faster I went, until I could stand it no longer. I cried out loud as I came deep inside her, pumping my pent up seed inside her, over and over. Buried to the hilt in her still fiery pussy, I collapsed over her body, utterly spent.

I could feel Emma's pussy pulsing on my cock as I lay there. Her eyes were closed, and her whimpers had given way to an ecstasy of her own. I tore her tape gag off, and kissed her hard on the lips. Her eyes opened, and she kissed me back.

Well, I won this round, I thought uncertainly. But what the hell happens when I let her go?

 

20.06.09