Chapter 2

“Second thoughts?” my wife asked as she kissed me on the cheek while squeezing my ass cheek, causing me to wince a little in pain.

“No,” I quickly replied, feeling a bit of panic as I looked at her to see if she was having second thoughts herself. Her hard stare at me, told me she wasn’t.

“Your cage on?” she asked as she squeezed my crotch, confirming that it was.

“Yes, ma’am,” I whispered.

“I’ve been watching videos at work,” she teased, “got lots of ideas.”

“Careful!” I hissed.

“On my phone! Don’t worry about it—when your sexy you get away with a lot.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I chuckled.

“So...” she said with hands on hips, “How far we taking this?”

I thought but for a moment before saying, “All the way.”

“What the hell that does mean?” she demanded to know, causing me to look around to assure myself that our daughter wasn’t home, before dropping to my knees and kissing her feet over and over, until she stepped away and sat down at the kitchen table. “Don’t stop,” she said as she pointed to her shoes.

They were sexy shoes, being short pumps, low enough not to accent her gorgeous ass too much, which I suppose was import for work. Her toes were totally covered, so she couldn’t feel my lips as I peeked slowly at first one shoe, then the other.

“Lick!” she commanded, which I quickly began to do, seeing now as I glanced up at her, that her eyes were unfocused as if thinking of something else. I wanted in the worst way to play with my cock now. “You’re into this,” she eventually said as she took out her phone.

“Yes, ma’am,” I muttered as I did my best to clean with my tongue. When she chuckled a little, I dared to glance up, seeing now that she was texting someone. Lars no doubt, and when the phone clicked, I knew she was sharing a picture of my debasement.

“Hmm,” she seemed to muse as she stared at her phone, “Ah ... what about the bottom, bitch?” she asked as she lifted the toe of one shoe up, allowing me then to start licking the filth on its bottom. “Wow,” she softly exclaimed to herself.

“I’ll do anything, goddess!” I claimed.

“Nice to know,” she muttered skeptically, before switching feet. Minutes passed, as I worked silently while she busied herself with her phone, until finally, she asked, “You’re going pussy-less, understand?”

“Yes, goddess,” I replied, being thrilled by this pronouncement, while at the same time feeling I was letting myself down. But was I really?

“You’ll never fuck me again, or any girl!”

“Ohh goddess!” I breathed as I put my tongue into overdrive, bewildered now why this turned me on so much. Never to fuck, the humiliation and dominance of it was like a high. The videos and websites Lars was feeding her, were pushing her quickly and far toward total dominance of her husband, this I was sure of.

“You like it when I call you bitch?”

“Yes goddess!”

“Good! Now tell me what you are now.”

“I’m your bitch, goddess!”

“My slave?”

“Oh, god yes!”

“Hmm, we’ll see...”

“I’ll prove it goddess, please command me!”

She said nothing as she stood and pushed me aside with her foot then walked a few steps before turning to say, “Clean both bathrooms—I want them spotless, understood?”

“Yes, goddess!”

“Every day—I don’t want to see any piss stains, and I better fucking not ever see the toilet seat up!”

“Yes, goddess!” I exclaimed once again as she began walking away, which encouraged me to call out, “Please, may I cum goddess?” knowing I was setting a trap for myself.

“No! Not unless I expressly say so. No pussy ... ever ... and no coming!”

“Yes, goddess!”

“Why is mom so mean to you lately?” Rina, my stepdaughter, asked as she walked into the kitchen, having obviously just overheard her mother telling me to clean the kitchen and the living room.

“She’s not,” I insisted.

“Yes, she is! You never clean the kitchen.”

“Now how would you know,” I replied as I began wiping down the kitchen counter, to which she replied that she usually had to do it and was happy now for me to do it. Things were going to be difficult now, I realized, in terms of keeping her parents new cuckold lifestyle a secret. Rina was fifteen, and smart, which she was showing now as she sized me up.

“Don’t bother your mother about it, please,” I pleaded.

“Why?” she asked in a snarky tone, obviously enjoying watching me squirm.

“I’m just trying to help out around the house more,” I told her. “Your mother appreciates it, I’m sure.”

“Yeah,” she said skeptically, “You’re being a wimp.”

I shook my head and turned to look at her, hoping to put a stop to these thoughts of hers. “It is not unmasculine to clean, Rina, you should try it without being asked by your mother.”

“You clean the bathrooms now—is that masculine, dad?” she snickered.

“Can be,” I replied.

“Well, you’re doing a good job, keep it up!”

“Thanks.”

“Mom is a terrible cleaner, so I think you should probably always do it.” I chuckled at this comment before starting to collect all the dirty dishes.

“Do what?” her mom asked as she walked in on them.

“Clean! He’s like a machine now—did he do something really bad and you’re punishing him?” Rina asked in a serious tone.

“He did—sort of!” my wife said as she sat down at the kitchen table and gave me a daring stare as if to test my submission.

“I ... deserve it,” I finally said to Rina.

“Why?” she exclaimed, “Did you cheat on her?”

“Rina!” her mother snapped, “What put that you your head?”

“Just asking mom,” Rina replied as she rolled her eyes. “Everyone cheats—especially old people.”

“Old people, we are not!” Jackie told her daughter, “And neither of us cheats—we love each other very much.”

“We do!” I said in support.

“Ok, I believe you. Just want to know what he did.”

“He realized his position in this family!” Jackie declared as she walked out of the kitchen in a huff.

“Wow!” Rina exclaimed silently, “Beauty really can get away with anything,” which caused me to wince a little and nod my head in agreement, which she smiled at. “There’s a name for this.”

“Don’t say it,” I pleaded.

“But it’s true, right?”

“Ahhh ... yeah...” I breathed, getting a knowing smile out of her.

“I know how to do it!” she bragged as she stood and walked out with exaggerated hip motions.

“I’ll bet you do,” I muttered to myself as I admired her sexy form.

“Daddy, are you going to clean my room now?” Rina asked from the doorway of the bathroom, where I was currently scrubbing the bathtub.

I looked up questioningly to ask, “Did your mom tell me to?” before realizing what I’d just ask.

“Ha! Got ya!” she laughed, leaning now against the doorway as she continued snickering at me.

“Very funny,” I told her as I went back to my new duties.

Rina eventually composed herself, saying next, “I’ll tell her if you don’t.”

“And what do you think she would say?” I replied without bothering to look at her.

“That girls rule,” she replied.

“They do ... when they are old enough ... and committed enough for a guy to care.”

“Yep, and that’s where you are dad, admit it!”

“I admit nothing—go ask your mom!”

“Oh, so she forbids you to speak!” This remark caused me to pause and then to slowly stand, so I could glare at her in disapproval.

“I’ll be downstairs, so you can clean my room next,” she said as she retreated quickly down the hallway.

“Ask your mom!” I yelled after her, then heard Jackie’s voice from downstairs, as she questioned her daughter about what she’d just been doing. I chuckled to myself, wondering now if I would be punished somehow, though I couldn’t imagine how I could have handled this situation better. When I heard Rina come back up the stairs, I planned to smirk as she walked by.

“Mom says you have to clean my room.”

“Really?” I asked as I poked my head out the doorway, looking to see if my wife was coming to support this claim.

“Mom!” Rina called out.

“Do it!” came Jackie’s distant reply.

“What the fuck,” I breathed as Rina crossed her arms and gave me her classic teenage snarky look.

“Now,” Rina said with a cute pout.

“Hmm, are you enjoying this?”

“A lot, dad—nothing personal.”

“Agreed, just know ... it’s private ... ok?”

“Not anymore,” she said as she walked away, motioning for me to follow with an extended finger. I did, and expected to have her help me as I began picking up the dainty clothes, she’d tossed into nearly every nook and cranny of her room. She didn’t though, and so just threw things from the top of her dresser onto the floor, as if testing me.

“Really?” I complained as I began picking these things up and tossing them into a hamper.

“Spanking,” Rina replied in a high-pitched tone as she all but ignored me.

“Umm,” I growled, getting actually angry now at the prospect my wife had mentioned something to Rina about our new relationship. I then worked for a time in silence, pulling bedspreads and sheets off her bed, before finally giving in to the urge to ask, “Did she say something?”

“Ohhhh ... like do I need to spank him again,” Rina replied with a false frown. “Was she serious?” Rina then asked in a whisper.

“Do you really want to know?” I asked in a serious tone.

“Hell yes!”

Her reply and follow up stare told me she badly wanted to know, with this fact causing me to stare down at the floor in contemplation for a time, longer than I should have. “Some people...” I began to slowly say.

“OMG is true!” she exclaimed suddenly.

“Rina!” I growled as she began rolling on the bare mattress in laughter.

“Pussy-wiped, pussy-wiped,” she began laughing out, until I could take it no more, and so I threw blankets and sheets on top of her and anything else I could find, before storming out.

She soon found me sulking in my bedroom, and looked truly apologetic as she came in and sat down on the bed beside me. “Hurts huh?” she asked, getting several nods out of me.

“Not like you think though. It’s just that I came to this arrangement with your mom after trying for a long time ... now...”

“You’ll think she’ll stop because of me?”

“Maybe,” I said sadly.

Rina was silent for a time before saying, “Well I won’t let her dad! I can see this means a lot to you ... whatever it is, exactly...”

“There are words for it, Rina—but I’m not going to say any of them.”

“Hmm,” she muttered as she rested her chin in her hands. “Tell me just one—I need ammunition!”

“No, you don’t—you need to talk to your mom!”

“Just one, dad!” she pleaded as she came over and hugged my arm, which was her go to daddy’s-girl move.

“Umm,” I groaned in defeat. “It starts with a ‘C’, maybe...” I admitted.

“Cunt?” she whispered with an exasperated look on her face.

“Wow are you on the wrong page! Conversation over,” I declared.

“Daddy!” she whined as she gripped my arm like a vise, preventing me from standing up. “Tell me!”

“No!”

“I’ll spank you!” The threat nearly floored me, and this was when I realized my cock was leaking pretty badly.

I couldn’t stop myself as I stared at her cute teenage legs, which were covered only by a pair of yoga pants, revealing all her cute curves. “I would like that...” I whispered, “ ... but ... not going to happen.”

“Then tell me!” she grinned into my face.

“Ahhh ... cuckold—go look it up ... and talk to your mom!”

“Uggh ... uggh ... uggh...” I grunted from each thrust as my wife pegged me with a strap-on. Wearing a hood and a cock-cage, I knew I looked like a real gimp, which was a real turn on for her I hoped. It certainly was for me.

“Make them swing!” Jackie demanded as she reached down and grabbed hold of my bound balls, then began slapping them around, mercilessly. I could see them swing for her as I looked down between my legs, amazed at how much my junk was dancing about.