Friday, 31 March 2017

Daily Cuckold - Send Him Up To Me Cucky


"Is this how he wants me Dear?"

“Is this how he wants me Dear?”
“That’s perfect My Love. I feel so proud of you giving yourself like this to your Black Master. He will appreciate your display of total submission to him. Just as i do.”
“Then send him up to me cucky. And what will you be doing while he fucks me hard?”
“What i always do. Sitting happily outside the bedroom door with my eye to the keyhole.”

Thursday, 30 March 2017

Daily Cuckold - While I Still Have My Figure


Does cucky know yet?

Txt: ‘You been training again babe?’

Txt: ‘Thought I would while I still have my figure.’

Txt: ‘Meaning?’

Txt: ‘You’ve put one in me you big stud.’

Txt: ‘Oh Heck! Does cucky know yet?’

Txt: ‘Told him just now. He knows its yours. There was no point lying really - him being a wimpy white boy and all. He would know when its born anyway. He’s cool though. He knows he’s a cuck.’

Txt: ‘Excellent. See you tonight? I promise I’ll be very gentle.’

Txt: ‘ Don’t make promises you can’t keep and I don’t want Master. XXXXX.

Wednesday, 29 March 2017

Daily Cuckold - Why Bother?


"Let's go anyway."

“I wasn’t staring. I was just enjoying the view of a beautiful Woman and wondering where your husband was.”

“That’s him over there trying not to look at you and me getting on so well.”

“And if I ask him if you and I can go upstairs, how will he reply.”

“Well firstly, he’s a cuckold. So you don’t ask him - you tell him. And then he will thank you for doing to me what he cannot.”

“So, if he's a cuck, why bother? Let’s go anyway.”

“Good idea Stud.”

Tuesday, 28 March 2017

Daily Cuckold - Happy Christmas My Love


So it was a happy Christmas for my Wife.

Being an older man with a pretty young Wife, i have always known that one day she would want more than i can give her when the lights go out at night. When i told her one night that i released her from her vows of faithfulness her response was one of disbelief, that is until i introduced her to Jerome and Kenzo.


Since that day she has had two young Lovers who share her pleasures between them and spend alternate nights with her in our bed (Sundays are strictly reserved for me - bless her). At Christmas, i suggested to them both that they spend the day with my Wife and me. i shall cook the turkey while they have fun. So it was a happy Christmas for my Wife, Jerome and Kenzo her Lovers and a very happy Christmas to me.

Monday, 27 March 2017

Daily Cuckold - I dreamt of seeing you with him.


 I want you under no illusions
as to your status cucky boy!

“Are you kidding? I have dreamt of seeing you with Latrell and what you do together.”
“I’m not sure that your heart will take the things that we do when we are in bed. This is no sweety pie romance. We don’t just have straight sex but we do gloriously filthy things to each other. There are no holes barred.”
“In that case you might like me to introduce my tongue to the proceedings. I can get gloriously filthy too Dear.”
“O.K. you’re on little man. But make sure you are wearing your restraint. I want you under no illusions as to your status cucky boy!”

Sunday, 26 March 2017

A Cuckold's Life

When a cuckold never complains about his Wife having a Lover, she will eventually understand that her husband is starting to enjoy the life he now lives.


Saturday, 25 March 2017

The T&L Auctions - my personal recollections - Part Two

The T&L Auctions - my personal recollections - Part Two


White Sugar


For those who have been following thread about the Tate and Lyle (T&L) Auctions you will recall that it was started by my original submission of August last year of [The Brother's Auction], in which I used my previous experience to present an idea of what used to happen in London just a few years ago, or more than just a few to be honest. I then decided to write about how the T& L Auctions started, how the acronym 'T&L' came about and how I first became aware of them from my friend, or best mate as we say in London, Ken.

Ken had (still has I think) a Wife called Janet who had been bought at an auction on a month's rental by a rich Black Man called Antoine; the couple, needless to say fell in love and stayed together as Lovers after the month was over. As sure as night follows day Janet gave birth to Antoine's baby in January 1987. [The T&L Auctions] It was at this stage, after some soul searching,  that I decided to write about my own personal recollections.

In those days my profession was that of research engineer in the aerospace industry which was a grand title for 'trouble shooter' when aircraft failed to operate as designed, so it was no surprise when my boss Jack asked me to go to Saudi Arabia. I was already a cuckold by this time so I knew my Wife Jen would not be lonely as she already had a Lover called Lester of whom she was very fond, so it was not too much of a problem for me to go. All was going reasonably well, although the work was giving me some problems, my regular Satellite Phone call home to Jen gave me little cause for concern for her at home - that is for two weeks.

A simple question one night from Jen on the Sat Phone rang bells of alarm with me because of the tone of her voice - it wasn't usual for her to ask when I would be coming home - well not in that way anyway. As usual, my antenna as far as my beloved Wife was concerned, was spot on and the following evening Ken confirmed that she had finished with Lester due to him trying to convince her to leave me. I knew that Jen would want another Lover pretty soon but the question was, what was the next step. I already had my suspicions and it didn't take long for them to be confirmed.

Two nights later Jen offered herself for auction, not just as a Mistress, but as a slave. In bed that night in my hotel room I went off to sleep (I was exhausted) knowing that my Wife would be parading naked in front of rich Black Men and be sold as a slave to an unknown man. The following night Ken called me and informed me that she had been bought for one point two million pounds by a rich man called Desmond; in his words - "Naked as a Jaybird. Except for collar and chain." [The T&L Auctions - my personal recollections Part One]

I was three thousand miles away and my Wife no longer had a 'Boyfriend', she now had a 'Master'. And we were richer by four hundred and eighty thousand pounds sterling, which was nice but it wasn't something I cared too much about. What I needed was to know if Jen was okay.

Note: If you wish to access all of the above in an easy access list please go to [Previous Chapters].

So there I was in late October 1988, in the Ryadh, trying to get to the bottom of why our aircraft were not behaving as advertised in temperatures that were relentlessly above 40 degrees centigrade. Was this the cause or was there something else? 

Whatever the reason, I did not need the distraction of my enslaved Wife and how she was coping with her deliberate loss of freedom. I tried to put it out of my mind during the working day but it was always there like a nagging pain and I could not, however much I tried, give the problem one hundred percent of my experience and my intellect.

"It might be two problems Mr Grant," said our local Saudi engineer Omah the following morning, "fuel and hydraulics maybe?"

"That would explain some of the occurrences Omah," I replied distractedly. But I knew that I was not at my best and I was beginning to lose concentration. I was carrying out serious work but all I could see in my mind's eye was my naked Wife cosying up to a handsome well-hung Black Man.

I was bushed by the time I laid my head on the pillow that night. My head ached with having to deal with my erotic visions of Jen alongside recalcitrant aeroplanes. I was grumpy and wanting to go home. 'Fuck the whole thing. Here and at home.' I remember thinking to myself as I drifted off to a very light sleep.

I have never been one for extra sensory perception or clairvoyance, but I dreamt of her. I saw her face in my sleep and she was looking directly at me. Her look was that of quiet confidence and purpose; it was certainly not one of enslavement in spite of the collar around her neck. Was my brain telling me all was well? Or was I missing my Wife so badly that I was now starting to hallucinate. Either way, I just wanted to hear from her.



Her look was that of quiet confidence and purpose.


Aeroplanes can be temperamental things, it's why aerospace engineers often refer to them as 'she' I guess, and the next day we stripped out half of its fuel and hydraulics and found nothing wrong. We checked some tolerances and made some pressure adjustments and planned an air check the following day - again!

I showered, had dinner and a beer at the hotel and lay on my bed. Frustration, boredom and worry were making me emotional so when the room phone rang I answered it with a very grumpy, "Hello!"

"Derek! Are you Okay? Have I called at a bad time?"

It was her. My Jen. And suddenly the room grew misty as I choked back a sob. I was so relieved to hear her voice I just couldn't speak properly. All I managed was a very shaky, "Jen!"

"Derek! Talk to me. You sound upset."

"Oh Christ alive Jen! Where are you? Are you Okay? Why haven't you phoned? I've been so worr............"

Her voice calmed me immediately, "Derek I am fine. More than fine actually. But I am worried now. What's the matter with you. You sound at the end of your tether."

"I feel better now that I have heard your voice at last. I've been sick with worry," I replied, while wiping away the tears that were now coursing down my cheeks, "but I need to hear that you are okay. You are okay aren't you?"

"I just told you. I am more than fine. I am having a marvelous time. Desmond is a wonderful Master. He is kind and gentle, and a really exciting Lover. It's really lovely being his slave. Very ero....."

A bell suddenly rang in my head, "Just wait a cotton picking minute," I interjected, "did you just refer to your new chap, Desmond, as 'Master'?"

I heard her tinny laugh over the phone before she answered, "Of course silly. He bought me as a slave. You do remember that don't you?"

I did remember 'that'. It had been all I could think of for days since my conversation with Ken just a few nights previous. I didn't answer her question because it was self evident that I remembered, but I had another one to ask. "You sound even further away than usual Jen, or is there some interference on the line."

"We are in Monterey, California. Master has a property here by the ocean. We shall be in California for a couple of days then it's back to Europe. Master likes to travel a lot on business. That's probably why we can't hear each other very well." she replied. 'Master' again. We? She seems to have got pretty close in just a few days.

"Don't you mean Desmond?" I asked meaningfully.

There was a short pause on the phone before she replied, "No Derek. Make no mistake, I mean 'Master'. I am his property now as his sex slave, at least for the next few weeks anyway. He is a nice man my sweet! Powerful too - physically and intellectually. You will like him - I promise."

"You sound smitten by him Jen," I said in reply, "Just tell me you are happy. That is all I need to know."



He is a nice man my sweet!

"Very happy Dear. There is no need to worry," she replied.

"You haven't told me about the auction," I said, changing the subject.

"Can we leave it until the next time we meet;" she replied, "sufficient to say that it was an extremely erotic experience, but for the moment I don't think I have the words to describe my emotions. What I do know is that I shall remember it for the rest of my life."

We talked for a little while longer about the job, aeroplanes, how I was coping and her promise to ring me every two days time zone permitting. After she rang off I felt a whole lot better even though I realised that my Wife was in another man's bed on the other side of the world.

In the next day and the one after we made few inroads into the causes of our technical problems and once again I went back to the hotel headachey, tired and fed up. Then the phone rang. 

"I'm in Helsinki," she said over a clearer sat phone signal, "Master is attending a Finnish film festival."

"Rivetting," I replied sarcastically, "Everything still okay?"

"Perfect Derek. Master and me have just got back and are about to go to bed so I can't talk for too long because he is getting a massage from his personal masseur."

"Personal masseur? Is she pretty? You don't have competition, do you?"

Her gentle mocking laughter caused pangs of loneliness and loss in me and it took a while for her to answer, "Is Master's masseur pretty? Let me think! Yes I suppose he is."

We laughed together and chatted about those intimate everyday things a husband and Wife like to share until Jen suddenly broke in and said, "Master has just walked in so I had better go in a minute."

There was a few seconds of silence at her end and I could hear that she was talking to Desmond. "Master says he would like to meet you soon, but I had better ring off now. I am having my neck kissed and you know what that can do to me." 

I murmured an appropriate response and then sat back on the bed with the phone still in my hand listening to the disconnected tone. 'You are sat on your own, in a lonely hotel room knowing that your pretty Wife is being made love to in another hotel bed by a Black Stud she calls Master - right at this very moment, and three and a half thousand miles away from you. You may be an educated engineer, but you are still a cuckold Derek my boy! You should be ashamed; but why is it that your 'little chap' is just like that bolt you unfastened this afternoon - upright, hard and two inches long.' Such was my level of introspection.

I went to sleep that night thinking of Jen with those pretty legs of hers open wide for a man taking his pleasure of her with long deep strokes of his manhood. Of one thing I was certain; she would be happily taking everything that 'Master' was giving her and more besides. Finally I slept.


She would be happily taking everything 
that 'Master' was giving her and more besides.

Two more days of exasperation saw me sat in the hotel room tired and exhausted waiting for Jen's call and, true to her word, the phone rang dead on eleven o'clock that night.

"Where are you now Jen?" I said as I lifted the phone, "Vladivostok? Istanbul? Mars?"

"Athens Derek. Master and I are in the Grande Bretagne. We finished our business in Finland and flew down here yesterday." Her voice was clearer but I could tell there was something happening behind that voice.

"Oh just a couple of thousand miles away. That's heartening." My irony stopped as I asked the usual question, "How are things with you Dear?" Was I getting used to her calling him Master?

"We.. We shall be going on to Rhodes .... mmmmm ....tomorrow for a couple of ......... days just for some fun, sun and a nice hippy beach that Master knows," she replied a little shakily I thought. 



"Fun, sun and a nice hippy beach."

"That'll be nice Jen?" I replied, "Your voice is a little shaky. Is there something wro....." With a sudden certainty I knew exactly what was happening. 

The distant sound over the phone of a creaking bed told me all that I needed to know, "He's fucking you isn't he. Jen? Am I right? He's having you right now while you are talking to me."

"Oh good boy Del! You now understand! Master and me thought it would be a good idea to remind you of my enslavement and get our new way of life started."

"I see! No that's wrong - I can't see. But I think I understand Jen." I said, "But I have to know; are you taunting me or is what you say true. This is for my benefit."

"Do you want to hear my Master, who is a total ......... stranger to you for the moment, take  your Wife, with his big p-p-penis while you listen imm...potently two thousand miles away. Do you?"

I remained silent, listening to the noises of love and passion coming down the line. I did want to hear but I knew that if I said yes it would encourage her more. I looked down at my groin and, without me knowing, my penis was rock hard again - and I already knew the answer.

"Do you Derek? Do you m-m-m-my sweet ...... brave little cuckold hubby."

I remained silent, unable to speak.

"Do you Derek?"

"Yes!"

"Say it again my Love."

"Yes. I want to hear you making love to your Master."

She said nothing more and neither did I. I just sat with the phone against my ear listening to Jen being fucked soundly and expertly by a better man than me. I marveled at his technique as he took her close to the final orgasm only to hold back; again and again he thrust hard into her and brought them both to the edge until finally this total stranger's seed streamed into my screaming but happy Wife.

The phone went dead but still I sat there panting with excitement. Looking down again, I could see that my little penis was now soft and that there was a little wet patch on my trousers.

I showered again and went to bed. As I lay down I realised that Jen had understood that what had been a remote and disconnected set of circumstances for me in a far away place, should now be brought into my own reality. She was bringing my cuckold status back into my life - I could no longer hide away.

Contrary to her promise, she didn't phone two nights later so it was a very grumpy Derek that went to work on the third day. I snarled at everybody and my team's hurt looks told me that the loss of my usual good mood was confusing them. Even the gentle and respectful Omah gave me a wide birth.

The aeroplane, just to add to my woes, decided to start flying where it wanted to and not where the pilot pointed it, as well as suffering an in-flight engine failure. I left work in the same filthy mood that I had gone to work in so the customary lovely smile from the hotel receptionist was not greeted by my own that night. 

We do not converse very often so it was with some surprise when she spoke as she gave me my key card,"Mr Grant. I have a message for you. Mister Shemak would like you to join him in Room 1701."

I sighed with impatience. "I am a little tired," I replied, "did he tell you the reason. And I don't know a Mr Shamak."

'Maybe it's about the bloody aeroplane. They've sent someone out from London. Sod it - I'd better go.' I thought.

"Did you say Room 1701 Yasmin?" I said to the thoroughly nice girl who had not deserved my poor manners. She smiled warmly as she confirmed it nevertheless.

The lift shot through the 3rd Floor where my room was and seemed to take forever to get to the 17th level. 'Almost the top floor. It must be a bloody executive. Maybe I'm being fired.'

There were only two rooms on the floor and the two guards standing outside 1701 looked capable. I was beginning to be worried. As I approached, one of the guards looked down at a photograph and then looked back at me - clearly recognising me he smiled and said, "Go straight in Mr Grant. You're expected."

Reaching behind him, the other guard slid a card key in the slot and then pushed the door open. Stepping into the room I was greeted with a site of pure but tasteful opulence, a large picture window of the city and the fading light of the desert beyond.

A large man, a Black Man, got up out of a big armchair and approached me with his hand held out. "Derek," he said in a deep booming voice, "my name is Shamak. Desmond Shamak."

I was dog tired, sweaty and needing to piss, consequently I was not at my sharpest. Clearly my reaction was not what he had expected because my lack of comprehension must have showed on his face.

Still clutching my outstretched hand, he said with a smile, "I'm Desmond. Jennifer's Master."

Friday, 24 March 2017

Daily Cuckold - “Oh! You know about us do you?”


I know about him and that you
have been going to bed with him.
“What, or who are you looking at Dear?”
“It looks like Leon has come to the beach today as well as us. Isn’t that a coincidence.”
“Some coincidence. I heard you talking on the phone last night telling him you would be here.”
“Oh! You know about him do you?”
“Know about him? You talk about him all the time. He has been taking you to a hotel most afternoons and you went out on a date with him the other night. So yes My Darling, I know about him and that you have been going to bed with him.”
“Well in that case you wouldn’t mind if we went up to that deserted end of the beach together.”
“Of course I mind. But I’m a cuckold so I am entitled to no opinion whatsoever.”

Thursday, 23 March 2017

Daily Cuckold - “He is looking for a White Girlfriend.”


“A big, rich and well hung Black Master
who will make you his own private whore."

“Now don’t forget, he’s black and rich. And he is looking for a White Girlfriend. So if you play your cards right I could be a cuckold by tomorrow morning and you will have what you have always wanted.”
“And what is that Dear?”
“A big, rich and well hung Black Master who will make you his own private whore. He will dress you in the finest clothes and take you to the very best places and put you on display as his property. He will set you up in an apartment in Paris and you will be his willing Mistress. How does that suit?”
“Fine. But what about you.?”
“I shall be you timid little sissy cuckold who waits on you hand and foot. I shall become a semen slurping, pussy licking cucky who knows that it is his place to serve both Mistress and Master.”
“Sounds perfect. So what are we waiting for?”

Wednesday, 22 March 2017

Daily Cuckold - I’m not trying to hide anything.


There’s three of us now!
Is that what you want to hear?

“Darling, are you trying to hide something from me?”
“What do you mean? I’m not trying to hide anything.”
“I think you are. Your breasts are slightly larger and that pretty flat hollow tummy of yours has gone.”
“O.K. I’ll admit it. I am pregnant! So there I’ve said it. There’s a bun in the oven. I’m up the duff. There’s three of us now! Is that what you want to hear?”
“Don’t you mean there is four of us.”
“How so?”
“You have had my ‘little man’ locked away for nearly a year and you have been going on dates with a Black Man called Raymon. That is what I am intimating Dear.”
“Oh well done Brains. At least you now know where you now stand cuckold.”

Tuesday, 21 March 2017

Daily Cuckold - Shall we go back to my place?


“When do you think you shall be
bringing Gerald home from Africa?”

“Are you sure we are doing the right thing? My husband does work for you after all. Won’t that be a little difficult in the office when he returns from Botswana?”

“No! Not at all. Gerald asked me to keep you company while he is away. He asked me to look after all of your needs. He was quite specific Margaret - ALL of your needs!”

“He said that? Everything?”

“Whatever your heart desires.”


“Well in that case …….”

“I fully understand. Shall we go back to my place?”


“When do you think you shall be bringing Gerald home from Africa?”

“That is entirely a matter for you my sweet little whore. But why don’t we decide in the morning”

Monday, 20 March 2017

Cuckold Dress Code - Chapters 1 to 5

I have placed the previous chapters of Cuckold's Dress Code in the Chapters List at top left of my Blog Front Page. 


You can also read them if you would like to click here: Cuckold's Dress Codes

Daily Cuckold - You won’t be busted.


“Did you tell your hubby where you would be this afternoon? I told mine that I was shopping with you?”

“I told my Phil that I was going to be with you, getting fucked together by our Boyfriends. He didn’t seem too fussed about it as usual and he mentioned that he was going for a pint with your cucky boy.”

“Oh hell! If he tells my Terry what I’m doing I’m busted.”

“Don’t worry. You won’t be busted.”

“How do know?”

“Because Terry already knows you are Jerome’s whore. He has done for months.”

“Well in that case. Let’s play Jerome!”

Sunday, 19 March 2017

What do you see in your imagination

In my imagination I see a good cuckold who wears his cage with unashamed pride, and who carries out his 'soothing' duties for his Wife with enthusiasm after she comes home from her date.



What do you see in your imagination fellow cuckolds?

Saturday, 18 March 2017

It Would Be An Honour To Be Cuckolded By Wives Such As These

After a day's work, us cuckolds love to come home to Wives like these. Beautiful but salacious, kind but humiliating and true to one man - the one she is in bed with at the time.



When a handsome Black Man is in the room, 
my Wife just can't help herself. I am happy to report.




"I'm absolutely certain that Master
will like you in that Dear."




Its the confident look of a Wife who enjoys a
Black Master's attentions and a cuckold
husband's obedience.



The look that that tells her husband not to
interfere; she is going to spend the night in
her Lover's bed whether he likes it or not.




Pretty little Wife in 'Virgin' white underwear gives
the impression of purity, but her cuckold and
her string of Lovers will tell a different story.




A lovely suburban housewife, who would
guess that she cuckolds her husband
with a big black man.

Friday, 17 March 2017

Daily Cuckold - Are you happy for your Wife to be auctioned.


“Now let’s get you nice and wet before the auction Dear.”
“ Before they come in, tell me once again that you are happy for your Wife to be auctioned as a Mistress to a rich Black Man.”
“Happy and aroused that you will soon belong to a rich and powerful man who will use you like a whore. But before I leave you here, do you still want this.”
“Oh God yes! Now bring those Black Masters in cuckold, and watch as your Wife is sold to the highest bidder.”
“Immediately Mistress. Immediately!”

Thursday, 16 March 2017

Daily Cuckold - No Pretence Necessary Cucky.


“For heaven’s sake Martin, do you have to follow me around everywhere. It’s not as if you don’t know what I am doing and who I am doing it with. You follow Marcus and me into the bedroom and watch us fuck, you peak through the car window when he has me on the back seat and you even follow us into the shower when we like to play in there. 

We were hoping we could get some peace out here in the garden at least but once again here you are just standing there and gawping. Why can’t you take the hint and just fuck off!”
“I’m sorry Dear but I need to know that you are O.K. I watch because I care you know.”
“No! You watch because you are a weak little cuckold who likes to see his Wife with another man. Well if you insist go and sit over there out of the way.”
“I can pretend to be a garden gnome My Love.”
“No pretence necessary cucky.”

Wednesday, 15 March 2017

Daily Cuckold - “Are You Wearing Them For Your Date?”


“That’s a pretty combination Dear. Are you going to wear it tonight for your date with Samuel.”
“Yes my darling little hubby. He’s going to want to rip these off me and ravage me without let up all night.”
“Well make sure he doesn’t damage or rip them.”
“I shall try but I can’t guarantee their safety. You know what an animal he can be. But what is it to you what we do cucky boy?”
“Because they’re mine. That’s why!”

Tuesday, 14 March 2017

Daily Cuckold - "I bet butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.”


“How do you know pal. She looks so sweet. I bet butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.”

“Well firstly that sweet lady is my Wife. And yes, butter and many other things melt in her mouth.”
“Are you saying your Wife is available? To a big Black Guy like me?”

“Very much so. She’s standing there waiting for you to go over and talk to her.”

“Hey Fella! I think you’re a bit of a cuckold.”

“Thank you Master. That’s very kind of you, but you are wasting good mating time.”

Monday, 13 March 2017

Daily Cuckold - “I shall try and remember next time cucky”


“That’s all very nice Dear, but he also
managed to dance you upstairs into our bed.”

“That’s all very nice Dear, but he also managed to dance you upstairs into our bed.”
“But you knew that I was going on a date with him. Why are you so surprised that he had me.”
“I’m not surprised. I am just annoyed that you shut the door on me. I did drive you both home after all.”
“Oh yes! I had forgotten you were there. I shall try and remember next time cucky”
“I am so bleeding grateful my Dear.”

Sunday, 12 March 2017

A Cartoon to Enjoy

I love art and cartoons that depict our way of life. I had not seen this one before but when I saw it I was struck by how it is a typical representation of how we live. Her stern but loving look towards him tells us that she cares for her little man, and his adoring gaze demonstrates his total acceptance of her infidelity. Clearly he loves being her caged and collared cuckold.



"You are mine cuckold, and you love it don't you."

Saturday, 11 March 2017

The Story of Elaine, Jackson and cuckold james

Chapter 14 - Date Night - Part Two



Date night



For Previous Chapters Click here.


So now I knew how Elaine and Jackson had met. Set up in a date by that slut Madeleine and her Black Lover Bruno - sorry - her Black Master Bruno. My best friend's Wife has a lot to answer for - or maybe not, for she clearly had Elaine's happiness in mind. Either way my Wife now had a Black Master and I was a cuckold who, in his opinion was now an 'enthusiastic novice'. Maybe, but would I now continue to travel down this road of sublimation of my manliness into  - into what? Certainly, Elaine had just pushed me further along by implying that I should now refer to her as ' Mistress'.

The trip to Bond Street had been a revelation; I now knew that Jackson had taken my Wife to the underwear shop many times and the girls Tina and Sophie had both known that I was Elaine's husband. They had not said anything although their muffled giggles told me that they were laughing at me. I realised that this had been the first time outside of my own circle who knew that I was a cuckold; it was an odd feeling but to my surprise a not unpleasant one.

I left the (expensive) bags in the bedroom and started to undress and prepare to join Elaine in the Shower Room. "Come on cj,"she shouted from under the shower, now running streams of warm water over her naked body, "come and do your duty to your Mistress." Her voice was full of fun and excitement. 'Mistress eh! That bloody word again' I thought to myself as I walked naked into the room.

"Oh you still have Master's chain on your little willy," she said with a smile as I stepped into the shower, "it looks so sweet. I think it's only fitting that he has such a claim on you. Don't you?" 

I nodded in submissive acquiescence as I replied. "I had better take it off though, otherwise the elastic might get rotten and break," I said as I reached for her expensive shower gel, "what do you think Elaine?"

There was no answer except for a lightning quick grab of my testicle and penis by her left hand, which she then squeezed hard to make me squeal like a girl and drop the bottle with a dull thud on the floor. "What did you call me cj?" she said in an ominously quiet voice, "what did you, the cuckold, refer to me as?"

"Elaine!" I replied in pain while looking directly into her half closed eyes and indignant face.

"Try again cj!"

"Mistress! I'm sorry I forgot." I replied while trying and failing to convince her that I was not in pain.

She squeezed harder as her voice oozed sham affection. "Try again My Love." She repeated, "With enthusiasm this time."

"Mistress!"

"Again"

"Mistress!"

"Again - louder this time."

There was only one way out of this and that was to show willing.

"Mistress!" I screeched, making the Shower Room reverberate with the noise, "Mistress, Mistress, Mistress, Mistress."

"Well done cj," was her response to my noisy confirmation of her new status in our lives, "now kneel before me and say it once again. And say it like you mean it."

Her release of my genitals was a profound relief after the pain and I realised that there was only one thing to do to prevent further occurrences - I knelt. As the water cascaded over my head I placed my knees either side of her feet on the hard tiled floor and looked up at her. "Mistress!" I repeated quietly; and then growing into the mood of the moment I continued, "It is my honour to serve you Mistress."

"Well done cj. You must never forget what you have just said," she replied; her voice almost loving and tender, "and you may now kiss me where I know you like to."

I immediately knew what she wanted and leaned forward to kiss her soft, pink mound, in response to which Mistress eased her legs apart thus allowing my tongue to ease in over her labia and her clitoris. She was absolutely correct, this is one of her places that I always love to go and so does she.

For just a few minutes I pleasured my Wife in this way, happy in the knowledge that I was fulfilling my obligations as a dutiful servant. A duty, I promptly realised was making me feel good about myself. 'Was I born to intimately serve her. Was I born to serve them both? Is this what I am - a humble cuckolded man who now understands what he is for? Submission? Obedience? Passivity? Obeisance? All of them in servitude?'


Fulfilling my obligations as a dutiful servant.

"That'll do cj," she breathlessly exclaimed through small shivers of pleasure, "you will have me down there with you if this continues. I think you're a natural at serving Dear. It seems to suit you." 'Oh shit! she can read my thoughts as well as her Master. Master? Am I getting used to this idea?'

Elaine's - sorry - Mistress's legs were now trembling and her body was now starting to squirm in response to the expert application of my tongue on her clitoris. The last thing I needed was for her to collapse in the shower so I stopped my pleasurable ministrations and sat back meekly waiting for my next instruction.

"As you're down there cj, you might as well start washing me from bottom to top, instead of top to bottom as usual," she commented, "and here is my sponge." 

I picked up the bottle of shower gel from the corner of the tiles and waited. The large natural sponge that we had bought on a holiday in Italy bounced onto the floor beside me, so in good 'servant like' fashion I applied a large dollop of gel onto its soft round shape and started on her feet. Everything lathered up nicely and it wasn't long before I was washing those lovely round arse cheeks of hers after her long legs had received the treatment they deserve.

I don't think that there is any place in the world I like more than to be in close proximity to those two delightfully shaped buns. In the warm shower there was no way that I was going to let such a moment or opportunity pass so I just eased my nose between her cheeks and pushed my tongue into the crack of her arse. Her silence told me all that I needed to know.  

Elaine had felt my face on her arse many times and so reacted instinctively by bending forward to allow my busy tongue to slide up and down that beautiful crease pausing only to push gently, but momentarily into her anal sphincter. This was as intimate as it could be and I was more than happy to show her just how much of a 'servant' I was prepared to be. Besides - my tongue had played at that particular little place long before 'Master' appeared on the scene. In all truth, my physical pleasing of Elaine would not be a lot different in the future to that before, except that I was now expected to call her Mistress. 'If that's what you want Mistress then you shall have it. As long as I can please myself with your pretty arse.'

"Come on cj! We don't have that long before Master arrives and you need to help me get ready for our date. Let's finish washing and then dry ourselves," she said while pulling her arse away from my face, "and you need to take Master's chain off and put put your little plastic friend back on."

"Yes Mistress!" I replied dejectedly and continued to wash the rest of her beautiful body.

I dried her first with a warm towel, then myself and then went naked down the stairs to retrieve my penis restraint. If nothing else, I had always been a hygienic person (arse licking notwithstanding) so it was just a matter of minutes before the plastic curled tube, bridge and cock ring plus Jackson's chain were back in the shower room and immersed in warm water and soap.  Cleaning took just a few minutes and within moments my little penis was back in its rightful place - locked away - and suddenly I felt whole again. Within just a few hours, I realised, this small plastic apparatus had become a part of me and symbolised my new way of life.


Suddenly I felt whole again.


"Stop daydreaming cj and come and help me. I need your opinion."

"Let me get something to put on Mistress, and I shall be right with you," I shouted from the shower room, still fiddling with the plastic to get my 'cotton reel' in comfortably.

"No cj! Come now. And come as you are." There was no mistaking her tone and I obeyed immediately.

"You don't mind me being bollock naked then," I said as I entered our bedroom, "it's a good job it isn't winter."

"This is how I want you when you help me get ready for dates cj," she replied, "it just seems appropriate somehow. Don't you agree?"

"Why?"

Elaine looked thoughtful for a moment. "We did say, or intimate, that we would help you down this road didn't we?" I nodded in agreement. "So this is the start. Verstehen?"

"Ja mein liebchen! But if we could dispense with the seventh grade German right now, perhaps you could tell me just how squeezing my little nuts in the shower contributes to my journey into cuckoldry?" was my response.

"It didn't," she answered, "it was just my bit of fun."

"Bitch!"

She laughed. "Cuckold!"

We both laughed. And for one brief moment we were Elaine and James again.

"Lay out that pretty black and red lingerie for me cj, the one you bought for me today, and then help me with my make up," her imperious tone was back, "and let's start with my toenails."

The 'together' moment was over and I obeyed immediately. "Yes Mistress!"

Elaine always did her own hair and makeup, although I had been known to brush her hair in the past, however it was a regular event for me to paint her toenails; it was something that I had always been good at. It probably had something to do with my GCSE in art and Design from school (Note: General Certificate of Secondary Education - a British educational qualification).


Applying the first layer for Mistress.


Elaine sat sideways at the dressing table and offered a foot to me kneeling naked on the bedroom floor. Gently supporting it on my thigh I took the small bottle that she handed down to me and, after removing the brush, I applied the first layer. Quietly - I knew better than to disturb her when she is 'making up' - I worked on her left foot and when finished I blew on her toes to make sure the vivid red paint was dry.

Without a word being said, and because we had worked as a team in this way many times before, she knew exactly when I had finished and pulled her left foot away and brought her right down so her toes were resting gently on my cage. She said nothing and did not look down, but I knew she was smiling to herself and to be truthful, so was I. 

As is usual, her preparations and my nail painting were completed at the same time, such is our simpatico - the same simpatico that means my pretty unfaithful Wife and me, the cuckolded husband, are emotionally on the same wavelength. Knowing this had made my acceptance of our new life that much easier, so it was no surprise when she looked down at me and said, "Help me into this lovely new underwear cj."

"Knickers or no knickers cj. What do you think?" Elaine asked me as she picked through the pretty pink and black items on the bed, "It is just a date so you can get used to the idea of me being with him while you wait for us at home. I don't know where he's taking me, but it won't be far and we should be back by ten o-clock."

"Well the knickers are little more than a thong Mistress," I replied, now getting into the mood of the whole thing, "so if within that couple of hours tonight he wants to enter you, then it can be pushed aside without too much bother. So go with the knickers."

She looked at me for a long moment to see if I was taking the piss, but decided against. "Good grief cj!" she remarked, "you really are getting into this whole thing aren't you."

"I was just thinking that if I was a real man like our Master I would want to slide my manhood inside you at every opportunity. That's all!" I replied.

She looked up in surprise. "Our Master cj? Did you just infer that Jackson is your 'Master' too. That is a new development. I can't wait to tell him."

"Oh please don't Mistress. I'm not quite ready to say that word. I did tell him that I never would call him by that title and I am not ready to capitulate just yet." She could hear the entreating in my voice and smiled as if in placation.

"I understand Dear; it was just a slip of the tongue. I won't tell him you said it."

I thanked her but I could tell she was lying, and that she knew that I knew she was lying and that I knew that she knew that I knew. 'Oh God. Are we doing this again!'

I looked at the pretty lingerie on the bed again and remarked that it seemed very complicated, at which she smiled back at me and replied, "I have worn lots of sexy things like this for Master because I know he enjoys removing them. He does like a challenge does my Lover."

I was stunned. She had called him her 'Lover'. My Wife had (inadvertently?) just reminded me that her and Jackson were a 'love match' and not just a couple of rutting sexual athletes who couldn't take their hands off each other.

"Well we had better get on then Mistress," I remarked, now adapting quite readily to the use of her new title, "he will be here in ten minutes so we had better get a move on."

It was well practised ease that I knelt down before her and slid her thong up her legs and then settled it over her waist - leaving her to make the final adjustments so it just covered her mound and lay delightfully in her arse crack.

Her bra was next and, again with the help of practice, I clipped it at the back while she held it gently to her pretty breasts.

Wordlessly we worked as a team again, just as we had done so many times before. As she sat down on the nearby bed I slid the black stockings over each foot and then slowly up her long legs to halfway up her thigh. Standing up again, the little black ribbons hanging from the garter belt that she had put on earlier dangled down over her arse and her legs. "Hook me up cj," she said as she stood and reached for some jewellery to put on, "and that'll be that I think."

"Apart from your dress Mistress," I remarked with my head just inches from her pussy as I pushed the button through the stocking top, "or does Master prefer you without it."

Or does master prefer you without it.


"Don't get sarky little cuckold," she said in admonishment while trying not to smile, "and pass me my new wrap. That nice silky black one."

She was ready and she looked beautiful. She looked just like any woman who has just got ready to meet her Lover - happy and radiant.

I stepped back and looked at the whole picture of loveliness. The wrap was sheer and - just like the dress from the night before - almost transparent. "Somebody has developed a taste for see-through dresses haven't they," I mischievously remarked.

Turning suddenly she put her face into my own, with her nose less than an inch from my own, "Yes! That's right! I do! Especially the ones that aren't used as bloody doormats."

It was just at that moment that the doorbell rang. 

"That will be our Master cj. Hurry and let him in while I tidy up in here." 'Our Master again? This is moving faster than I thought.

"Yes Mistress." I replied and left the room - naked except for my new plastic friend. 




To follow:


Chapter 15 - Date Night - Part Three