"Percy," Damita said in her usual condescending tone, "you are hopeless. It's not bad enough that you're such a zero in bed that I had to cut you off from sex before our honeymoon even started, when you couldn't get your baby dick hard after the wedding, but you're no good for anything else either. I'm going out for awhile. Straighten up my boots and shoes."
***
Their wedding night. He remembered that evening all too well. During their engagement she refused to have sex. Percy was always in a state of urgent need when he was around her, just from lustfully staring at Damita's exaggerated curves, but she told him they had to wait until they were wed. Then, after the ceremony, and the reception during which she danced with one tall handsome man after another, they finally got to their bridal suite. She told him in a no-nonsense voice to get naked and then, when he was, looked in disapproving alarm at his genitals. "Percy," she had said, "you have the equipment of an immature boy. How dare you have never warned me that you were useless for sex." His hopes had plummeted at hearing those words. Worse, he was so upset that he couldn't get aroused, even as his bride slowly and sensually removed her wedding gown, revealing more and more of her creamy skin.
When she saw his undersized dick trying unsuccessfully to rise, getting only halfway there, she pointed at it and laughed. "Look at that. I could get more pleasure from sticking my index finger in my pussy." Her cruel words made his partial erection wilt. He stood there shamefaced with his tiny member on display. As Damita undid her front-fastening bra and freed her hefty tits she said, "There's no point in me ever letting that penis anywhere near my snatch. And I'll never put my lips on it. Or even my hand. You misled me, Percy, and now you're going to pay for it." He tried to explain that he hadn't meant to do that but, like his penis, his vocal chords failed him. As he stood there speechless his stunningly voluptuous new wife finished undressing and then laid on her back on the bed that was supposed to be the site of their consumption. She spread her long full legs wide and pointed to her lightly furred crotch. "Let's go, loser. Get your face in there and do with your tongue what your dick isn't good enough for."
"B... but, Damita," he had managed to squeak out. "I c... can't do that. It's... unsanitary. Please don't make me." "Why not? Is that worm between your legs going to grow into something like real men have? I've been with plenty of guys and they've all had lots more than you, Percy. Now get your mouth where you thought you were going to put that worthless piece of skin you're trying to pass off as a cock and make me feel good -- or else." Sickened at the thought of what she expected, he nevertheless put himself in position and got his face directly in front of her mound. He could smell the strong scent of her femininity, see how her labia glistened below a neatly trimmed tuft of reddish-blond hair. Percy began to lick and the taste was worse than the smell. He had to probe between her rippled pink lips and suck her protruding clit. She kept him down there for over a half hour, until he had given her a trio of grunting orgasms. The entire time he couldn't stop thinking about what she had said, that he wasn't going to be allowed any sex at all.
***
Now, as he reached her large closet, where she kept most of her footwear, and opened the door, he was again thinking about his unwanted celibacy, but with a difference. In the 12 months since their union was made official, he had become more and more attached to her clothes and, especially, her footwear. She encouraged his growing fetishes by wearing exotic items around the house and especially when he serviced her with his mouth. As he opened the door the scent of leather filled his nostrils and his ridiculously small organ twitched. He was horny all the time yet always too nervous to achieve a hard-on. His undersized balls ached from lack of relief. At the same time, being near anything she wore excited his mind. He knelt and lovingly clasped one of her tall boots to his narrow chest. His face went to the opening at the boot's top and he inhaled greedily, drawing in not only the scent of expensive leather but traces of his wife's sweat from deep inside. He was soon in a reverie of fetishistic delight. She had made sure over the past year that he had plenty of contact with all parts of her wardrobe, until even handling a single piece of her worn lingerie was enough to leave him distractedly helpless. As he fondled the boot Percy lost all track of time and his awareness of what was going on around him. Two hours later he was standing inside the closet, naked, rubbing his body against one of her full-length leather coats, wishing for the erection he still couldn't produce, desperate for an opportunity to be able to relieve his sexual frustration.
"PERCY!" Damita's voice shrilled in his ear. "What the fuck are you doing, you little perv?"
He spun around breathlessly, mouth agape, to be confronted by his enraged wife. She was glaring at him with fire in her bright green eyes. Her hand whipped out and slapped his face, back and forth, until he was crying. Then someone else entered the room. It was a tall, powerfully built man in jeans, wearing a sport coat over a black T-shirt. His face, which had a neanderthals cast, broke into a wide grin. He said, his voice deep, "So this is the wimp of a husband you were telling me about. What a loser perv." "Yeah, Roger," Damita said as she stepped back to stand alongside the stud, "that's what I got stuck with. Little bastard never told me he had nothing between his legs. He's only good for eating my snatch." "Well, you asked me if I thought his lying and being less than a man made it okay for you to cheat on him. Seeing that he has the physique of a schoolgirl, too, I have to say yes. In fact, you shouldn?t just cheat on the worthless twerp. You should make him watch." Now it was Damita's turn to grin. "Okay, then. If you say it's alright, I'm ready." She turned to Roger and threw her arms around his neck. He tilted his face down, put one oversized hand on the back of her head, and drew her face to his. Their lips locked and it was plain that they had their tongues in each other's mouths.
Percy stood there, naked and in shock, his cheeks burning from the blows they had received. Tears ran down his face. When the pair at last broke off their long kiss and his wife looked at him, challenging him to object, he stammered out, "B... but, Damita, we're m... mar... married. You can't go to b... bed with another ma...man." "I'm not going to bed with another man. There's only one man in this room. If you were a man I wouldn't have to depend on the kindness of Roger. You should be thanking him for giving me what I've been craving for an entire year. In fact, you are going to thank him. Beg him to fuck me and then thank him when he says yes." His body trembling, Percy stared at his wife in disbelief. Did she honestly want him to say those things? When Damita raised her hand to him, ready to smack his face again, he dropped to his knees in surrender. Percy turned his wet eyes up to the towering figure of Roger and managed to ask him, "Roger, Sir, will you please take my wife Damita to bed? Will you please f... fu... fuck her for me, because I have a tiny useless dick that she won't let me put in her. And I'm impotent, too. I'm no good at all in the bedroom. Except to lick her pussy and suck her clit. Pleeeease, Sir, fuck my w... wi... wife for me."
Roger laughed heartily. "Jeez, he really is a total loss." Then, to the kneeling supplicant he said, "Sure, lost cause, I'll fuck your hot wife for you. She deserves some real cock. As long as you're down there, undo my pants and take out what I've got for her." Percy wore a queasy expression as he meekly unfastened Roger's wide leather belt, opened his pants, and lowered his fly. Then he had to reach into the big man's boxer shorts and manipulate his cock out through the front opening. Damita gasped with delight. Percy started to weep all over again when he saw how superior Roger was to him down there. The stud's member was seven thick inches and it was still soft. The transfixed woman kicked her husband aside and knelt worshipful before her new lover. She fitted her mouth over the fat knob of his pole and sucked greedily. The shaft grew longer and impressively hard. When she popped the end out from between her lips there was a full nine inches staring her in the face. She happily licked it up and down, covered it with kisses, and rubbed her cheek against it. Percy watched from where he lay on his side in a fetal position.
Then Roger put out his hand. Damita took it and he effortlessly helped her to her feet. They went into the bedroom. Roger looked back and told the defeated husband to follow them -- on his hands and knees. Percy crawled along obediently, watching his wife's broad ass swinging in front of him. In the bedroom the couple began to undress each other. Roger asked if they had anything to drink and Damita ordered Percy to get up, go to the kitchen, and bring back two glasses, a bottle of whiskey, and two cold cans of ginger ale. When he returned they were both naked and sitting on the bed. Roger made Damita take a swig of booze and swish it around in her mouth, then swallow it, to get the taste of his cock out before he resumed kissing her. Then Percy had to make them a couple of seven-and-sevens and set them on the bedside table, as if he was a humble houseboy. While he stepped back and remained silent, afraid to do or say anything, they each took a long swallow of their drinks. Then Damita got on her back and Roger knelt between her legs. His cock was still rock hard. Keeping an erection was as easy for him as gaining one was impossible for Percy. He set the tip of his battering ram cock against the married woman's slit and teased her with it, putting only the head in, getting her hotter and hotter, until she was ready to scream with need. "Please, Roger, shove that monster inside me. Make me feel like a woman again. Make me forget that I'm married to a pathetic failure who doesn't deserve someone like me." "Well," he said, still cool and in control, "if that's the way you put it..." And then he fed his massive cock into her in one continuous but unhurried movement, and immediately began pumping, still not in a hurry, giving her pleasure but measuring it out to make her squirm and plead for more.
"Oh, Roger, slam me. Rip me apart with that thing. I'm so sick of having to look at my husband's shrimpy dick. He's no fucking good for fucking. I have to have a bigger-than-life size cock like yours, baby. I'll do anything for you if you just work me hard, as hard as you want." She went on like that, asking for it, insulting Percy, and praising Roger. Two things happened. Her husband broke down into a blubbering mess, sinking to his knees, unable even to stand. And her lover doubled his speed, banging her furiously, keeping it up easily, giving her a prolonged, unflagging session that thrilled her with multiple orgasms and left her limp before he allowed himself to shot his load, which kept coming and coming until his every stroke squeezed more of it out of her cunt. When at last he rolled off her she was panting, her eyes half lidded, her sensual mouth partway open; she was the picture of a satisfied woman.
As Percy knelt there quaking, still not able to absorb everything that had taken place, still longing for what Roger had been so freely given, the big man propped himself up on one elbow. He looked at Percy's tear-streaked face. "All right, loser boy," he said firmly. "I'm going to make some rules and you are damned well going to obey them. If you mess up even once, I'm going to beat the crap out of you. Understood?" "Y... ye... yes, Sir." Percy was barely able to speak. "Rule one," Roger told him, "is that every time I screw your wife, you're going to clean up all the spunk I pump into her -- with your sissy mouth." Percy's lips moved but he couldn't form words. Roger made a menacing fist and told him, "Right now, boy." Moving as if in a spell, Percy climbed gingerly onto the mattress and put himself into the only position me was ever permitted to assume there, with his face in front of Damita's pussy, except that now she was a slimy mess down there. Percy swallowed, his throat constricted, his breathing ragged, and forced himself to press his lips over her gooey cunt. He lapped and swallowed, making himself sick, cleaning her inside and out. So anxious was he about the possibility of upsetting Roger that he even dipped his face down and licked up the excess cum that had run down between her ass cheeks. He was humiliated beyond recovery. His sexual self-image was destroyed. He would never be able to even fantasize about real sex with his bride, he had been brought so low by Roger. Damita was fascinated by the way her new lover dominated and controlled her weakling husband. Talk about your alpha male. At the same time, it was turning her on. She let Percy go on and on until Roger finally commanded him to stop and stand in the corner facing them.
"Now hold your ear with one hand," the conquering stud snapped. "And stick your other thumb in your mouth. And stay that way while I give you more rules. Don't worry about saying anything because you're not allowed to. Let's make that one of the things you have to remember. Never speak unless we ask you a question. Nothing else you have to say is worth hearing." He turned to Damita. "How's that sound, honey?" "Damn, Roger, it sounds perfect. I won't have the little pecker pestering me anymore." "Good," he told her. "And he's going to start every day by giving you a wake up kiss." "Ugh. Does he have to?" "Don't worry, baby, it'll be your snatch he's kissing. That'll remind him of his place before he even gets out of bed. Or if you make him sleep on the floor it'll still remind him before he does anything else." She giggled. "Now that's more like it." "Next rule," Roger went on, "is that his morning shower will be with cold water only. That'll help him to control his sex urges." Then he'll kiss your pussy again before he goes to work so he'll have your taste in his mouth all morning." Hearing that, Damita laughed out loud. She asked enthusiastically, "What else?" "The gimp'll have his own food. Instead of eating what you do he'll get oatmeal, prunes, lard sandwiches -- all kinds of crap like that." "Dammit, Roger, just thinking about how sad that's going to make him, about how he'll be going around with a droopy expression all the time, is getting me wet all over again." "I can see that, 'Mita. You've got the taste for it and I'm going to make sure you get your fill with my rules. I'll do a few more now and keep adding more later. You can make up some, too."
She began lewdly playing with her nipples and squirming her hips. "Okay, lover. Let's hear what else." "Well," Roger rubbed his strong chin, "I was thinking you'll have to get him some new clothes for around the house. Like pajamas a little boy would wear. You know, the short sleeved kind with all like colorful animals on them. He's got the dick of a boy so he'll have to dress like one, when you're not keeping him bare-assed." "Yeah," she said, catching the spirit. "And I want him to keep his pubic hair shaved off. Or he can buy what girls use, depilatory cream, and put that on himself down there. And on his tiny balls, too" Roger chortled and said to Percy, "You heard the pretty lady, boy. No more hair down there." The lovers exchanged a long deep kiss. Roger continued, "And he always has to pee sitting down." Damita found that hilariously funny. Percy stood there blushing. "And finally," Roger concluded, he can finish up every evening by kissing your pussy again." "NO!" Damita almost shouted. "The stupid wussy can finish every evening by kissing my ASS. And I don't mean just the cheeks." Roger nodded and decided, "You are a natural born bitch, Damita." He paused before adding, "I like that in a woman." Again they kissed, this time with their hands roaming over each other's bodies.
Percy's wife had one more rule to add before they concluded this round of her husband's ruination. She locked eyes with the cowering cuckold and said, "You aren't even allowed to call me by my name anymore. For now you can call me 'Miss'. I'll probably think up better ones later but right now it's that. Got it, boy?" His spirit was crushed. He couldn't stop thinking about how horrible the two of them were going to make every hour of every day for him. And his sex life would be an unending nightmare, eating Roger's cum from Damita's pussy and probably having to thank them for it. He blinked back another rush of tears that was about to start. Sobbingly he answered his wife, "Yes, Miss, I understand. I'll try to behave. I know I'm not good for anything. And I'll do whatever you two tell me to -- " He gagged slightly. " -- even here in the bedroom."
Roger and Damita kissed passionately while he watched. She snickered at her husband's defeat and told him, "Go on back to the closet and start playing with my leather coat again. I plan to keep you extra frustrated from no sex. I'll be teasing you with my body and my sexy clothes and boots allllll the time, boy. Who knows, maybe you'll even break down so far that you'll start to crave it. Wouldn't that be fun?"
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Their wedding night. He remembered that evening all too well. During their engagement she refused to have sex. Percy was always in a state of urgent need when he was around her, just from lustfully staring at Damita's exaggerated curves, but she told him they had to wait until they were wed. Then, after the ceremony, and the reception during which she danced with one tall handsome man after another, they finally got to their bridal suite. She told him in a no-nonsense voice to get naked and then, when he was, looked in disapproving alarm at his genitals. "Percy," she had said, "you have the equipment of an immature boy. How dare you have never warned me that you were useless for sex." His hopes had plummeted at hearing those words. Worse, he was so upset that he couldn't get aroused, even as his bride slowly and sensually removed her wedding gown, revealing more and more of her creamy skin.
When she saw his undersized dick trying unsuccessfully to rise, getting only halfway there, she pointed at it and laughed. "Look at that. I could get more pleasure from sticking my index finger in my pussy." Her cruel words made his partial erection wilt. He stood there shamefaced with his tiny member on display. As Damita undid her front-fastening bra and freed her hefty tits she said, "There's no point in me ever letting that penis anywhere near my snatch. And I'll never put my lips on it. Or even my hand. You misled me, Percy, and now you're going to pay for it." He tried to explain that he hadn't meant to do that but, like his penis, his vocal chords failed him. As he stood there speechless his stunningly voluptuous new wife finished undressing and then laid on her back on the bed that was supposed to be the site of their consumption. She spread her long full legs wide and pointed to her lightly furred crotch. "Let's go, loser. Get your face in there and do with your tongue what your dick isn't good enough for."
"B... but, Damita," he had managed to squeak out. "I c... can't do that. It's... unsanitary. Please don't make me." "Why not? Is that worm between your legs going to grow into something like real men have? I've been with plenty of guys and they've all had lots more than you, Percy. Now get your mouth where you thought you were going to put that worthless piece of skin you're trying to pass off as a cock and make me feel good -- or else." Sickened at the thought of what she expected, he nevertheless put himself in position and got his face directly in front of her mound. He could smell the strong scent of her femininity, see how her labia glistened below a neatly trimmed tuft of reddish-blond hair. Percy began to lick and the taste was worse than the smell. He had to probe between her rippled pink lips and suck her protruding clit. She kept him down there for over a half hour, until he had given her a trio of grunting orgasms. The entire time he couldn't stop thinking about what she had said, that he wasn't going to be allowed any sex at all.
***
Now, as he reached her large closet, where she kept most of her footwear, and opened the door, he was again thinking about his unwanted celibacy, but with a difference. In the 12 months since their union was made official, he had become more and more attached to her clothes and, especially, her footwear. She encouraged his growing fetishes by wearing exotic items around the house and especially when he serviced her with his mouth. As he opened the door the scent of leather filled his nostrils and his ridiculously small organ twitched. He was horny all the time yet always too nervous to achieve a hard-on. His undersized balls ached from lack of relief. At the same time, being near anything she wore excited his mind. He knelt and lovingly clasped one of her tall boots to his narrow chest. His face went to the opening at the boot's top and he inhaled greedily, drawing in not only the scent of expensive leather but traces of his wife's sweat from deep inside. He was soon in a reverie of fetishistic delight. She had made sure over the past year that he had plenty of contact with all parts of her wardrobe, until even handling a single piece of her worn lingerie was enough to leave him distractedly helpless. As he fondled the boot Percy lost all track of time and his awareness of what was going on around him. Two hours later he was standing inside the closet, naked, rubbing his body against one of her full-length leather coats, wishing for the erection he still couldn't produce, desperate for an opportunity to be able to relieve his sexual frustration.
"PERCY!" Damita's voice shrilled in his ear. "What the fuck are you doing, you little perv?"
He spun around breathlessly, mouth agape, to be confronted by his enraged wife. She was glaring at him with fire in her bright green eyes. Her hand whipped out and slapped his face, back and forth, until he was crying. Then someone else entered the room. It was a tall, powerfully built man in jeans, wearing a sport coat over a black T-shirt. His face, which had a neanderthals cast, broke into a wide grin. He said, his voice deep, "So this is the wimp of a husband you were telling me about. What a loser perv." "Yeah, Roger," Damita said as she stepped back to stand alongside the stud, "that's what I got stuck with. Little bastard never told me he had nothing between his legs. He's only good for eating my snatch." "Well, you asked me if I thought his lying and being less than a man made it okay for you to cheat on him. Seeing that he has the physique of a schoolgirl, too, I have to say yes. In fact, you shouldn?t just cheat on the worthless twerp. You should make him watch." Now it was Damita's turn to grin. "Okay, then. If you say it's alright, I'm ready." She turned to Roger and threw her arms around his neck. He tilted his face down, put one oversized hand on the back of her head, and drew her face to his. Their lips locked and it was plain that they had their tongues in each other's mouths.
Percy stood there, naked and in shock, his cheeks burning from the blows they had received. Tears ran down his face. When the pair at last broke off their long kiss and his wife looked at him, challenging him to object, he stammered out, "B... but, Damita, we're m... mar... married. You can't go to b... bed with another ma...man." "I'm not going to bed with another man. There's only one man in this room. If you were a man I wouldn't have to depend on the kindness of Roger. You should be thanking him for giving me what I've been craving for an entire year. In fact, you are going to thank him. Beg him to fuck me and then thank him when he says yes." His body trembling, Percy stared at his wife in disbelief. Did she honestly want him to say those things? When Damita raised her hand to him, ready to smack his face again, he dropped to his knees in surrender. Percy turned his wet eyes up to the towering figure of Roger and managed to ask him, "Roger, Sir, will you please take my wife Damita to bed? Will you please f... fu... fuck her for me, because I have a tiny useless dick that she won't let me put in her. And I'm impotent, too. I'm no good at all in the bedroom. Except to lick her pussy and suck her clit. Pleeeease, Sir, fuck my w... wi... wife for me."
Roger laughed heartily. "Jeez, he really is a total loss." Then, to the kneeling supplicant he said, "Sure, lost cause, I'll fuck your hot wife for you. She deserves some real cock. As long as you're down there, undo my pants and take out what I've got for her." Percy wore a queasy expression as he meekly unfastened Roger's wide leather belt, opened his pants, and lowered his fly. Then he had to reach into the big man's boxer shorts and manipulate his cock out through the front opening. Damita gasped with delight. Percy started to weep all over again when he saw how superior Roger was to him down there. The stud's member was seven thick inches and it was still soft. The transfixed woman kicked her husband aside and knelt worshipful before her new lover. She fitted her mouth over the fat knob of his pole and sucked greedily. The shaft grew longer and impressively hard. When she popped the end out from between her lips there was a full nine inches staring her in the face. She happily licked it up and down, covered it with kisses, and rubbed her cheek against it. Percy watched from where he lay on his side in a fetal position.
Then Roger put out his hand. Damita took it and he effortlessly helped her to her feet. They went into the bedroom. Roger looked back and told the defeated husband to follow them -- on his hands and knees. Percy crawled along obediently, watching his wife's broad ass swinging in front of him. In the bedroom the couple began to undress each other. Roger asked if they had anything to drink and Damita ordered Percy to get up, go to the kitchen, and bring back two glasses, a bottle of whiskey, and two cold cans of ginger ale. When he returned they were both naked and sitting on the bed. Roger made Damita take a swig of booze and swish it around in her mouth, then swallow it, to get the taste of his cock out before he resumed kissing her. Then Percy had to make them a couple of seven-and-sevens and set them on the bedside table, as if he was a humble houseboy. While he stepped back and remained silent, afraid to do or say anything, they each took a long swallow of their drinks. Then Damita got on her back and Roger knelt between her legs. His cock was still rock hard. Keeping an erection was as easy for him as gaining one was impossible for Percy. He set the tip of his battering ram cock against the married woman's slit and teased her with it, putting only the head in, getting her hotter and hotter, until she was ready to scream with need. "Please, Roger, shove that monster inside me. Make me feel like a woman again. Make me forget that I'm married to a pathetic failure who doesn't deserve someone like me." "Well," he said, still cool and in control, "if that's the way you put it..." And then he fed his massive cock into her in one continuous but unhurried movement, and immediately began pumping, still not in a hurry, giving her pleasure but measuring it out to make her squirm and plead for more.
"Oh, Roger, slam me. Rip me apart with that thing. I'm so sick of having to look at my husband's shrimpy dick. He's no fucking good for fucking. I have to have a bigger-than-life size cock like yours, baby. I'll do anything for you if you just work me hard, as hard as you want." She went on like that, asking for it, insulting Percy, and praising Roger. Two things happened. Her husband broke down into a blubbering mess, sinking to his knees, unable even to stand. And her lover doubled his speed, banging her furiously, keeping it up easily, giving her a prolonged, unflagging session that thrilled her with multiple orgasms and left her limp before he allowed himself to shot his load, which kept coming and coming until his every stroke squeezed more of it out of her cunt. When at last he rolled off her she was panting, her eyes half lidded, her sensual mouth partway open; she was the picture of a satisfied woman.
As Percy knelt there quaking, still not able to absorb everything that had taken place, still longing for what Roger had been so freely given, the big man propped himself up on one elbow. He looked at Percy's tear-streaked face. "All right, loser boy," he said firmly. "I'm going to make some rules and you are damned well going to obey them. If you mess up even once, I'm going to beat the crap out of you. Understood?" "Y... ye... yes, Sir." Percy was barely able to speak. "Rule one," Roger told him, "is that every time I screw your wife, you're going to clean up all the spunk I pump into her -- with your sissy mouth." Percy's lips moved but he couldn't form words. Roger made a menacing fist and told him, "Right now, boy." Moving as if in a spell, Percy climbed gingerly onto the mattress and put himself into the only position me was ever permitted to assume there, with his face in front of Damita's pussy, except that now she was a slimy mess down there. Percy swallowed, his throat constricted, his breathing ragged, and forced himself to press his lips over her gooey cunt. He lapped and swallowed, making himself sick, cleaning her inside and out. So anxious was he about the possibility of upsetting Roger that he even dipped his face down and licked up the excess cum that had run down between her ass cheeks. He was humiliated beyond recovery. His sexual self-image was destroyed. He would never be able to even fantasize about real sex with his bride, he had been brought so low by Roger. Damita was fascinated by the way her new lover dominated and controlled her weakling husband. Talk about your alpha male. At the same time, it was turning her on. She let Percy go on and on until Roger finally commanded him to stop and stand in the corner facing them.
"Now hold your ear with one hand," the conquering stud snapped. "And stick your other thumb in your mouth. And stay that way while I give you more rules. Don't worry about saying anything because you're not allowed to. Let's make that one of the things you have to remember. Never speak unless we ask you a question. Nothing else you have to say is worth hearing." He turned to Damita. "How's that sound, honey?" "Damn, Roger, it sounds perfect. I won't have the little pecker pestering me anymore." "Good," he told her. "And he's going to start every day by giving you a wake up kiss." "Ugh. Does he have to?" "Don't worry, baby, it'll be your snatch he's kissing. That'll remind him of his place before he even gets out of bed. Or if you make him sleep on the floor it'll still remind him before he does anything else." She giggled. "Now that's more like it." "Next rule," Roger went on, "is that his morning shower will be with cold water only. That'll help him to control his sex urges." Then he'll kiss your pussy again before he goes to work so he'll have your taste in his mouth all morning." Hearing that, Damita laughed out loud. She asked enthusiastically, "What else?" "The gimp'll have his own food. Instead of eating what you do he'll get oatmeal, prunes, lard sandwiches -- all kinds of crap like that." "Dammit, Roger, just thinking about how sad that's going to make him, about how he'll be going around with a droopy expression all the time, is getting me wet all over again." "I can see that, 'Mita. You've got the taste for it and I'm going to make sure you get your fill with my rules. I'll do a few more now and keep adding more later. You can make up some, too."
She began lewdly playing with her nipples and squirming her hips. "Okay, lover. Let's hear what else." "Well," Roger rubbed his strong chin, "I was thinking you'll have to get him some new clothes for around the house. Like pajamas a little boy would wear. You know, the short sleeved kind with all like colorful animals on them. He's got the dick of a boy so he'll have to dress like one, when you're not keeping him bare-assed." "Yeah," she said, catching the spirit. "And I want him to keep his pubic hair shaved off. Or he can buy what girls use, depilatory cream, and put that on himself down there. And on his tiny balls, too" Roger chortled and said to Percy, "You heard the pretty lady, boy. No more hair down there." The lovers exchanged a long deep kiss. Roger continued, "And he always has to pee sitting down." Damita found that hilariously funny. Percy stood there blushing. "And finally," Roger concluded, he can finish up every evening by kissing your pussy again." "NO!" Damita almost shouted. "The stupid wussy can finish every evening by kissing my ASS. And I don't mean just the cheeks." Roger nodded and decided, "You are a natural born bitch, Damita." He paused before adding, "I like that in a woman." Again they kissed, this time with their hands roaming over each other's bodies.
Percy's wife had one more rule to add before they concluded this round of her husband's ruination. She locked eyes with the cowering cuckold and said, "You aren't even allowed to call me by my name anymore. For now you can call me 'Miss'. I'll probably think up better ones later but right now it's that. Got it, boy?" His spirit was crushed. He couldn't stop thinking about how horrible the two of them were going to make every hour of every day for him. And his sex life would be an unending nightmare, eating Roger's cum from Damita's pussy and probably having to thank them for it. He blinked back another rush of tears that was about to start. Sobbingly he answered his wife, "Yes, Miss, I understand. I'll try to behave. I know I'm not good for anything. And I'll do whatever you two tell me to -- " He gagged slightly. " -- even here in the bedroom."
Roger and Damita kissed passionately while he watched. She snickered at her husband's defeat and told him, "Go on back to the closet and start playing with my leather coat again. I plan to keep you extra frustrated from no sex. I'll be teasing you with my body and my sexy clothes and boots allllll the time, boy. Who knows, maybe you'll even break down so far that you'll start to crave it. Wouldn't that be fun?"
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