Revenged!
By Leg Slave
So there I was, stripped naked and tied to a bedroom chair with my hands tied behind my back. Stuffed inside my backside and gaffer-taped painfully in place was the biggest black dildo my wife could find.
Crouched on all fours right in front of me and grinning triumphantly, was my beautiful wife Lise. Kneeling behind her was my rich cunt of a brother, fucking her anus with quick, hard thrusts, his big hands gripping firmly into her hips while he smirked at me and my pathetic erection.
My name is Leg Slave, and I had been a bad boy. During a moment of weakness after weeks of frustrating denial and gratuitous teasing, I betrayed my wife by visiting a prostitute.
It was partly a failure on my part to control my desperate need for sexual release, and partly a stupid attempt to get back at her for denying me all privileges. I have shared our lifestyle with you before ? it is enough to say here that my wife regularly brought home other lovers, to my delight, and would let me suck their cum from her swollen, well-fucked pussy after I had masturbated furiously watching them fuck her.
She had grown ever more dominant since the day I married her, and I had gladly gone along with each stage, sometimes even encouraging her. When she brought me my first creampie, it was like she had read my mind, and I loved her with the wonder of a devoted husband and an awestruck slave. She broke me quickly to her will.
But when she announced that she was freezing all privileges until further notice, the reality of my position bit. She brought home lovers and locked me in another room while she toyed with them. Some of them were even allowed to eat their own cum out of her gorgeous, red, bushy pussy while all I got were muffled sounds through a wall. Occasionally she would make me adore her feet while she watched television, and serve her drinks, but eventually she decided I was no longer worthy to share her bed and so banished me to the spare room. I was mortified, but I know now it was all a test of my devotion. Our work lives meant we were rarely at home together, and some days my only contact with her would be the glass of her piss that she left for me in the bathroom every morning. I had never been into that, but she forced me to get into it when one of her online slaves ? who I had intoduced her! ? suggested it.
I admit now that I snapped. I betrayed my Mistress by paying for sordid sex with a whore. And I enjoyed it. I paid to be whipped, scratched, verbally humiliated, and entered anally before being ridden by a busty, raven-haired slag who slapped my face while she fucked me, and at one point even tried to suffocate me. The whole time I was thinking what my bitch of a wife would say if she could see me, and it was a vengeful rush. Unfortunately, she found out. But instead of beating me senseless (which I guess she knew I might well have partly enjoyed) she just left. Shut me out. She disappeared, and I could not find her. I was frantic. She would not take my calls or emails and no-one would tell me where she was. I was devastated.
I know now that as those weeks went by, she was devising her own way of making me pay. Imagine how horrified I was when she appeared on Dark Wanderer, appealing for readers to plot her revenge.
Well, it?s her birthday soon, and to prove my loyalty, remind me of my transgression, and get her horny, I have been told to tell you all what she did to me.
When she walked back into our home that night, I was frozen with a mixture of fear, relief at seeing her at last, and desperation. I prostrated myself before and begged her to take me back. I told her how sorry I was, and I had truly by then realised just how much I had betrayed her and hurt her. She was ice-cold? not a good sign. She sneered at me in her long black evening dress and killer heels, and told me to strip. Tentatively, and fearfully, I did so. She told me she had had lots of responses to her story. When I carried on trying to beg, she told me to shut up, and the tone of her voice made me obey.
She produced three dildos. All were large, black and thick. She stuffed the smallest in my mouth to make sure I would shut up, and gaffer-taped it in place. Forcing my head down over the chair, she proceeded to run her nails up and down my back, taunting me. ?Did she do this to you?? she kept asking, digging her nails in hard as she did so and scratching big red marks down my flesh. I winced, and whimpered around the dildo. ?Did she do this? That fucking whore!? She spanked my vulnerable, naked backside, first with her bare hand, and then with her favourite paddle. Half way through she ripped the tape off my face, pulled out the dildo and forced me to recount every detail of my experience with the whore to her, accompanying everything with another spank. By the time I had finished I was in tears, but the burning of my ass had subsided into a numbness, and it was then that she rammed the saliva-soaked dildo up my anus.
While she was shoving it forcefully in and out of me, I was made to suck the next one. When she removed that from my mouth, she poured something over my back. To this day I don?t know what it was, but it got into every scratch-mark where she had torn my skin and burned like fire. I think she enjoyed my screams. Then she replaced the dildo in my ass with the bigger one. This one stretched me to what I thought was my limit, and she muffled my sobs with the third ? the biggest of all. Laughing now as she worked the second one in and out of my reddening rectum, smacking my cheeks as she did so, she kept telling me how I was going to pay for doing what I did. When the final dildo foced its way deeper and deeper into me, tearing my insides open, my mouth was free to cry like a baby. And I bawled in pain, humiliation and fear. Usually when she hurts me, I become aroused. Not this time.
When the final dildo was taped in place, she tied my quivering hands behind my back and sat me on the chair, that huge cock invading my bowels, tears streaming down my cheeks. She stuffed the second dildo, still covered in my own filth, back into my mouth, and taped it there.
And then she turned and opened the bedroom door. Standing there laughing at me was my older brother. I hadn?t seen the cunt in years and there he was, in a fancy new suit, laughing at me. She must have got him down here all the way from Newcastle just for this. My wife told me she was going out with her new lover for the evening and would be back late. Shocked, apalled and desperate, I appealed to her not to do it. Not with him, anyone but him! But all that came out were the pathetic whimperings of a slave-whore with a black cock stuffed in his mouth. They laughed at me and left. I was in turmoil. I hated that man, and she knew it. He had been everything I wasn?t, done everything I couldn?t, and made himself filthy rich doing it. It was the final humiliation.
I sat there contemplating my fate, while my own saliva dribbled around the filthy dildo and down my throat, for what seemed like hours. And then they came back. They reeked of alcohol and sex. I could tell she had already let him fuck her, and when she paraded her pussy in front of my face and made me watch my brother?s cum drip slowly out of it and dribble down her reddened thighs, I started to cry again.
They undressed in front of me, and I watched his hands cup her breasts, then her backside, his fingers invading her anus. She giggled with delight as his index finger probed up inside the hot hungriness of her rectum. All the while, she watched me over her shoulder. It was the first time I had seen her naked in months, and despite the appalling scene going on in front of me, I could not hide my arousal. My fuck-ass brother laughed out loud at me, and helped my wife lower her face down level with his cock. She took it in her hand and licked around the swolledn head, glancing wickedly at me while she did so. I watched her wedding ring as she slowly started to work him to a full erection. I watched it go up and down my brother?s cock as she masturbated him to punish me. Then she moved him towards me and ripped off the tape over my mouth, pulled out the dildo, and shoved the real thing into my mouth. I hardly had time to gasp for air.
She forced my head down on to my brother?s cock, and shoved it up and down on him until she was satisfied he was fully erect for her. I fancied I could taste some of her delcicious cream still on it, and that just made me harder. Then she pulled him out, slapped me across the face, and told me to shut up and watch while the man I most hated on earth fucked her asshole ? something I have never been allowed to do.
She absolutely loved every second of it, down there on all fours whoring herself to this man to humiliate me. But I bet that bastard loved it even more. He kept telling me what a fucking wimp I was and how he had fucked my wife better than I ever could. And I just had to sit there and take it. She was masturbating herself while he raped her ass, and she grinned in pleasure when she felt him explode inside her. And then I was released from the chair, hands still tied, and laid out on my back on the floor while she lowered her beautiful round bottom down on to my face. ?Eat it, bitch,? she barked at me. ?And remember what you did.? Her anus settled neatly over my mouth and she pulled it wide open herself as I forced my tongue up inside it?s velvety warmth. And as I forced myself to drink the cum of the man I detest from out of my wife?s raw, gaping ass, trying desperately not to gag from the horror of it, I knew I would never disobey or betray her again. And I swallowed every last revolting drop, beaten and broken.
But they had not finished, for when she was satisfied I had got it all, she made him pull my legs up over my head so my own cock was hanging down over my face, black dildo still painfully taped in my shit-hole. And she laughed as she started to stroke my cock. I was beset by such a mixture of emotions, but just to feel her fingers back on my cock again was so POWERFUL. Humiliated, shaken, punished and in pain, I came, all over my own worthless face, just as she wanted. When I finished, he took pictures of me with my own cum all over myself. They both have sets, and God knows who he?s showed them to. She asked me then if I would obey her from now on, and thankful as I was that I had survived my punishment and still had a chance to serve her, I whimpered that I would do whatever she wanted from now on.
We are still together, and although I was forced to wear a chastity device for two weeks after my ordeal, once I had submitted to her properly, I was allowed to masturbate on her feet and then clean them off with my tongue. My favourite thing that she has made me do since happened just this week. After worshipping her pretty little rectal rosebud with my tongue, she let me feed my slave-cock between her ass-cheeks while she lay on her front and thrust it in and out as if I were fucking her. All the time she was telling me what it felt like to have my brother?s cock inside her there. I came up her back imagining how good that must have felt, my own cock so near yet so very far from being allowed the same privilege. I doubt I ever will. But I have learned my lesson, and I will be a good slave-boy hubby from now on.
I hope this pleased you Mistress Lise. Happy Birthday.
Leg Slave
p.s. I would love to know what you all think and if you want to hear more. Lise told me how some of you inspired her revenge. I?m at tervetulua@hotmail.com
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By Leg Slave
So there I was, stripped naked and tied to a bedroom chair with my hands tied behind my back. Stuffed inside my backside and gaffer-taped painfully in place was the biggest black dildo my wife could find.
Crouched on all fours right in front of me and grinning triumphantly, was my beautiful wife Lise. Kneeling behind her was my rich cunt of a brother, fucking her anus with quick, hard thrusts, his big hands gripping firmly into her hips while he smirked at me and my pathetic erection.
My name is Leg Slave, and I had been a bad boy. During a moment of weakness after weeks of frustrating denial and gratuitous teasing, I betrayed my wife by visiting a prostitute.
It was partly a failure on my part to control my desperate need for sexual release, and partly a stupid attempt to get back at her for denying me all privileges. I have shared our lifestyle with you before ? it is enough to say here that my wife regularly brought home other lovers, to my delight, and would let me suck their cum from her swollen, well-fucked pussy after I had masturbated furiously watching them fuck her.
She had grown ever more dominant since the day I married her, and I had gladly gone along with each stage, sometimes even encouraging her. When she brought me my first creampie, it was like she had read my mind, and I loved her with the wonder of a devoted husband and an awestruck slave. She broke me quickly to her will.
But when she announced that she was freezing all privileges until further notice, the reality of my position bit. She brought home lovers and locked me in another room while she toyed with them. Some of them were even allowed to eat their own cum out of her gorgeous, red, bushy pussy while all I got were muffled sounds through a wall. Occasionally she would make me adore her feet while she watched television, and serve her drinks, but eventually she decided I was no longer worthy to share her bed and so banished me to the spare room. I was mortified, but I know now it was all a test of my devotion. Our work lives meant we were rarely at home together, and some days my only contact with her would be the glass of her piss that she left for me in the bathroom every morning. I had never been into that, but she forced me to get into it when one of her online slaves ? who I had intoduced her! ? suggested it.
I admit now that I snapped. I betrayed my Mistress by paying for sordid sex with a whore. And I enjoyed it. I paid to be whipped, scratched, verbally humiliated, and entered anally before being ridden by a busty, raven-haired slag who slapped my face while she fucked me, and at one point even tried to suffocate me. The whole time I was thinking what my bitch of a wife would say if she could see me, and it was a vengeful rush. Unfortunately, she found out. But instead of beating me senseless (which I guess she knew I might well have partly enjoyed) she just left. Shut me out. She disappeared, and I could not find her. I was frantic. She would not take my calls or emails and no-one would tell me where she was. I was devastated.
I know now that as those weeks went by, she was devising her own way of making me pay. Imagine how horrified I was when she appeared on Dark Wanderer, appealing for readers to plot her revenge.
Well, it?s her birthday soon, and to prove my loyalty, remind me of my transgression, and get her horny, I have been told to tell you all what she did to me.
When she walked back into our home that night, I was frozen with a mixture of fear, relief at seeing her at last, and desperation. I prostrated myself before and begged her to take me back. I told her how sorry I was, and I had truly by then realised just how much I had betrayed her and hurt her. She was ice-cold? not a good sign. She sneered at me in her long black evening dress and killer heels, and told me to strip. Tentatively, and fearfully, I did so. She told me she had had lots of responses to her story. When I carried on trying to beg, she told me to shut up, and the tone of her voice made me obey.
She produced three dildos. All were large, black and thick. She stuffed the smallest in my mouth to make sure I would shut up, and gaffer-taped it in place. Forcing my head down over the chair, she proceeded to run her nails up and down my back, taunting me. ?Did she do this to you?? she kept asking, digging her nails in hard as she did so and scratching big red marks down my flesh. I winced, and whimpered around the dildo. ?Did she do this? That fucking whore!? She spanked my vulnerable, naked backside, first with her bare hand, and then with her favourite paddle. Half way through she ripped the tape off my face, pulled out the dildo and forced me to recount every detail of my experience with the whore to her, accompanying everything with another spank. By the time I had finished I was in tears, but the burning of my ass had subsided into a numbness, and it was then that she rammed the saliva-soaked dildo up my anus.
While she was shoving it forcefully in and out of me, I was made to suck the next one. When she removed that from my mouth, she poured something over my back. To this day I don?t know what it was, but it got into every scratch-mark where she had torn my skin and burned like fire. I think she enjoyed my screams. Then she replaced the dildo in my ass with the bigger one. This one stretched me to what I thought was my limit, and she muffled my sobs with the third ? the biggest of all. Laughing now as she worked the second one in and out of my reddening rectum, smacking my cheeks as she did so, she kept telling me how I was going to pay for doing what I did. When the final dildo foced its way deeper and deeper into me, tearing my insides open, my mouth was free to cry like a baby. And I bawled in pain, humiliation and fear. Usually when she hurts me, I become aroused. Not this time.
When the final dildo was taped in place, she tied my quivering hands behind my back and sat me on the chair, that huge cock invading my bowels, tears streaming down my cheeks. She stuffed the second dildo, still covered in my own filth, back into my mouth, and taped it there.
And then she turned and opened the bedroom door. Standing there laughing at me was my older brother. I hadn?t seen the cunt in years and there he was, in a fancy new suit, laughing at me. She must have got him down here all the way from Newcastle just for this. My wife told me she was going out with her new lover for the evening and would be back late. Shocked, apalled and desperate, I appealed to her not to do it. Not with him, anyone but him! But all that came out were the pathetic whimperings of a slave-whore with a black cock stuffed in his mouth. They laughed at me and left. I was in turmoil. I hated that man, and she knew it. He had been everything I wasn?t, done everything I couldn?t, and made himself filthy rich doing it. It was the final humiliation.
I sat there contemplating my fate, while my own saliva dribbled around the filthy dildo and down my throat, for what seemed like hours. And then they came back. They reeked of alcohol and sex. I could tell she had already let him fuck her, and when she paraded her pussy in front of my face and made me watch my brother?s cum drip slowly out of it and dribble down her reddened thighs, I started to cry again.
They undressed in front of me, and I watched his hands cup her breasts, then her backside, his fingers invading her anus. She giggled with delight as his index finger probed up inside the hot hungriness of her rectum. All the while, she watched me over her shoulder. It was the first time I had seen her naked in months, and despite the appalling scene going on in front of me, I could not hide my arousal. My fuck-ass brother laughed out loud at me, and helped my wife lower her face down level with his cock. She took it in her hand and licked around the swolledn head, glancing wickedly at me while she did so. I watched her wedding ring as she slowly started to work him to a full erection. I watched it go up and down my brother?s cock as she masturbated him to punish me. Then she moved him towards me and ripped off the tape over my mouth, pulled out the dildo, and shoved the real thing into my mouth. I hardly had time to gasp for air.
She forced my head down on to my brother?s cock, and shoved it up and down on him until she was satisfied he was fully erect for her. I fancied I could taste some of her delcicious cream still on it, and that just made me harder. Then she pulled him out, slapped me across the face, and told me to shut up and watch while the man I most hated on earth fucked her asshole ? something I have never been allowed to do.
She absolutely loved every second of it, down there on all fours whoring herself to this man to humiliate me. But I bet that bastard loved it even more. He kept telling me what a fucking wimp I was and how he had fucked my wife better than I ever could. And I just had to sit there and take it. She was masturbating herself while he raped her ass, and she grinned in pleasure when she felt him explode inside her. And then I was released from the chair, hands still tied, and laid out on my back on the floor while she lowered her beautiful round bottom down on to my face. ?Eat it, bitch,? she barked at me. ?And remember what you did.? Her anus settled neatly over my mouth and she pulled it wide open herself as I forced my tongue up inside it?s velvety warmth. And as I forced myself to drink the cum of the man I detest from out of my wife?s raw, gaping ass, trying desperately not to gag from the horror of it, I knew I would never disobey or betray her again. And I swallowed every last revolting drop, beaten and broken.
But they had not finished, for when she was satisfied I had got it all, she made him pull my legs up over my head so my own cock was hanging down over my face, black dildo still painfully taped in my shit-hole. And she laughed as she started to stroke my cock. I was beset by such a mixture of emotions, but just to feel her fingers back on my cock again was so POWERFUL. Humiliated, shaken, punished and in pain, I came, all over my own worthless face, just as she wanted. When I finished, he took pictures of me with my own cum all over myself. They both have sets, and God knows who he?s showed them to. She asked me then if I would obey her from now on, and thankful as I was that I had survived my punishment and still had a chance to serve her, I whimpered that I would do whatever she wanted from now on.
We are still together, and although I was forced to wear a chastity device for two weeks after my ordeal, once I had submitted to her properly, I was allowed to masturbate on her feet and then clean them off with my tongue. My favourite thing that she has made me do since happened just this week. After worshipping her pretty little rectal rosebud with my tongue, she let me feed my slave-cock between her ass-cheeks while she lay on her front and thrust it in and out as if I were fucking her. All the time she was telling me what it felt like to have my brother?s cock inside her there. I came up her back imagining how good that must have felt, my own cock so near yet so very far from being allowed the same privilege. I doubt I ever will. But I have learned my lesson, and I will be a good slave-boy hubby from now on.
I hope this pleased you Mistress Lise. Happy Birthday.
Leg Slave
p.s. I would love to know what you all think and if you want to hear more. Lise told me how some of you inspired her revenge. I?m at tervetulua@hotmail.com
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