Chapter 3: Present Day 2

Manon returned after dressing, and then she followed Helena back to her bedroom when she giggled and said, “Shit! I’d better get changed, too!”

The two tall, slender women exchanged several kisses as Helena dressed and brushed her hair. By the time she was done, Brian was in the kitchen, looking forlorn. He looked at Helena and Manon despairingly, and Manon couldn’t suppress a laugh. Brian was dressed in pink ballet shoes and pink stay-up stockings that had little pink bows at their tops. Above that, he wore a frilly, puffy, layered miniskirt that was pinned up on its left side and exposed that he had a pair of frilly white granny knickers which barely disguised his caged cock. The outfit had a pink singlet-top that had unicorns facing forwards. On his head, Brian had a cute ‘Shirley Temple-style’ wig with golden-blonde ringlets. Brian’s makeup was garish, think Mimi Bobeck in The Drew Carey Show.

As well as the over-the-top outfit, Brian had a thick leather collar around his neck, the chain of which disappeared inside his top and wrapped around Brian’s waist. Another chain travelled from an O-ring on the waist belt down to the base of his cock cage where it wrapped around his shaft and balls behind his cock cage, then returned through the O-ring and hung down his skirt’s front. When Helena tugged on the lead, it hauled on the cock cage and stretched Brian’s cock and balls.

The two women led Brian outside where, after telling him to kneel on the backseat, Helena attached a harness around Brian’s chest and buckled him in like you would a pet dog. There wasn’t enough length in the leash for Brian to do anything but remain kneeling across the seat. Helena and Manon got in the front seats, and they drove to her favourite café for a late breakfast.

Helena released her husband from the harness and let him exit the car. Then, holding the lead to his balls firmly, she led him across the car park to the café. Brian tried to hide behind her and Manon, but Helena insisted he walk by her side but a half-step behind to show his submission to her. Manon found the whole thing amusing, but if pushed, she’d admit it would be exciting to have total control of someone like Helena had over Brian.

The threesome got a few stares as they entered the café and sat down, but no one said anything. However, some of the male patrons looked disgusted, and many of the female ones speculative. More than one husband growled something similar to, “In your dreams” or “Don’t even think about it”.

After a leisurely meal, Helena took Manon back to QUT, where she got in her car and went home. Helena took Brian with her to do their shopping before going home and allowing him to change into his typical around-home attire. As it usually did, making her husband dress in something embarrassing and humiliating him further by taking him out, had Helena hotter than a blast furnace. She waited until Brian returned before standing and instructing him to remove her clothing, fold them neatly and put them away.

“Bring the whip and the key to your cage, worm,” Helena commanded once she was naked. While Brian did that, Helena moved to their playroom where she opened a drawer and took out her horse-cock strap-on. This was an 18-inch monstrosity that even her husband’s experienced ass found difficult to take and even then, he could only accept half of its extreme length and girth in his severely distended colon.

Brian entered the playroom with the two items Helena requested. He suppressed a groaned protest when he saw what Helena had dangling between her athletically slender thighs. Handing the items to Helena, Brian climbed into the sling, tying his own ankles and left wrist into the restraints when he had. Helena completed his bonding by securely cuffing Brian’s right wrist. Then she used the crank to ratchet the swing apart and tight until Brian hovered around three-foot off the floor with his arms and legs widely splayed.

Once he was stretched, and in position, Helena removed Brian’s cage, took the whip in her right hand, stood to the side, and rained strikes from his collarbones, across his chest and stomach, and down to his groin, where she whipped his cock and balls until his shaft was rigidly erect. Once he was, Helena placed the whip aside and changed to a riding crop. Brian panted heavily in dreadful anticipation as he awaited his fate. It came quickly, with Helena cropping his balls, shaft, and perineum mercilessly for several minutes. After one particularly vicious strike to his balls, Brian grunted, his ass clenched, and his dick spewed cum onto his chest.

That infuriated Helena. “I did not give you permission to cum,” she bellowed. “Worthless worm! How dare you cum without permission?” She grabbed Brian’s balls and roughly forced them away from his shaft before twisting them viciously. She coupled that action with shoving three unlubed fingers into Brian’s ass and twisting them back and forth.

“Argh!” Brian protested noisily.

“Accept your punishment, worm!”

“Argh! Ungh! Argh!”

“Take it, bitch!” Helena snarled, forcing a fourth finger into Brian’s colon. She rotated her hand until she could force her fingers in down to her third knuckle. Once Brian’s ass was loose enough to accept those fingers readily, Helena pulled her hand back and introduced the head of her ‘horse-cock’. Fortunately for Brian, she added lube to his ass and oiled her ‘cock’ before she did. Unfortunately for him, she showed no other consideration and remorselessly shoved her ‘dick’ into his ass until it reached a point where no further forward progress was possible.