Cuckolded

I tried to resist, but it was two days later that I broke down and asked her to fuck me again. She refused. She didn’t want to damage our marriage. I just couldn’t stop thinking about those orgasms. I finally had to beg her.

“She finally relented, but there were conditions. I had to become her sex slave. You know that I am a bit more than just a little submissive, and I was so desperate to orgasm like that again. After another day, I finally relented. You are just gone so much of the time, I had to get relief. She ordered me to strip right there in the livingroom. She then led me back to our bedroom and had me lick her to three orgasms before she put on the strap-on and fucked me to oblivion again.

“The next day, my training began. I was to refer to her as Mistress and was to obey her every command. She forbids me from wearing clothes unless I needed to go out somewhere. I am required to be naked except for heels, stockings, and a garter belt, unless she wants me to just wear my heels. When I asked her about company coming over, she said that only women would be allowed from then on, with you, obviously, being the sole exception. She also informed me that I would be available for use by all of her friends. I did try to protest, but she insisted. She told me that if I refused, she would never touch me again. I had no choice but to agree to her rules.

“The first thing she did was to go online and order several sex toys. She had me enter our credit card info to purchase them. I already had a dildo and a vibrator, but she needed more toys, bondage equipment, and other assorted items. She also had me purchase the fucking machine with an assortment of attachments for it.

“The hardest thing I had to do was to kneel down naked in front of Sarah and tell her that her best friend was now my Mistress, and I was her slave. I expected her to be furious and appalled. Instead, she just laughed, pulled out a $20 bill, and handed it to Mistress. She then explained that Mistress had bet her that she could turn me into her lesbian sex slave. Sarah then slipped off her panties, lifted her skirt, and spread her legs. I did hesitate at that, since that would be incest. Mistress knelt down and explained it to me. Laws and the morality against incest are in place for two reasons. First off, the chances for birth defects in a child conceived between family members is significantly higher than with children from other couples. The second reason is to protect children from being abused by their parents or other adult family members. Since both Sarah and I are both adult women with zero chance of pregnancy and it is completely consensual, there is no issue. I leaned in and licked her to three orgasms. Sarah has since used me several times, and I even spent several nights with both her and Mistress in our bed where I licked their pussies and had them both fucking my cunt and ass with strap-ons.

“For that first week, Mistress trained me to always be horney. When we went to bed, she would tie me spread out on the bed and put a vibrator in my cunt set on low. It kept me aroused all night, but wouldn’t make me cum. I was required to lick both Mistress and Sarah to orgasms before they would turn up the vibrator so I could have relief. A couple days later, the sex toys that Mistress ordered began to arrive. She had ordered a vibrating butt plug along with some regular butt plugs. As soon as the package arrived, I was tasked to sanitizing the toys. Mistress had me clean a small butt plug first. When I finished cleaning that, she got the lube from the box, lubed up the plug and my asshole, then inserted the plug. I had to wear it the rest of the day. That night, she used both a vibrator in my cunt and the vibrating butt plug in my ass.

“She caught me masturbating the next day. I was so horney that I couldn’t help it. That was my first punishment. I was bound over the couch while she used a leather strap to whip my ass and thighs. I couldn’t believe how wet I got from the pain of my whipping. Mistress said that I must be a natural pain slut. She then inserted a small vibrator in my cunt and the vibrating plug in my ass. I was not allowed to cum for two days. The only times that the vibrator and plug were removed was when Mistress was changing the batteries. It was then that Mistress fucked my virgin ass for the first time. She told me later that she wanted to use the anal plugs to stretch my ass out before she fucked it. That way, it wouldn’t be nearly as painful, and I would actually enjoy it more. She was right; I LOVED it. I’m almost an anal slut now. I learned three lessons from that. First, I was not allowed to orgasm unless Mistress gave me permission. Second, being kept on the edge of orgasm without any relief for that long is torture. Third, the orgasms from being edged like that when you are finally allowed are MASSIVE!

“I should mention that throughout that week, Mistress had several of her friends over, and I serviced all of them. Except for the two days that I was not allowed to orgasm, I would also entertain them by using the dildos and vibrators to masturbate in front of them. I found that the humiliation really aroused me.

“It was the Saturday after the second week that you were gone when Mistress picked out a thin white halter top and a light short skirt that only went halfway down my thighs to wear. Of course, there were the obligatory 6-inch stilettos as well. The only thing under the clothes were black seamed stockings and a small garter belt. She had me shower, shave from the neck down, fix my hair, and put on makeup. The makeup was sluttier than I have ever worn before with darker eye shadow and bright red lipstick. She had me put on the stockings and garter belt, then she inserted a large butt plug with a large heart-shaped faux jewel in the end. I finished dressing, and she led me out to the garage. Mistress opened the garage door before allowing me to get into the passenger seat of my car. She ordered me to lift up my skirt before I got in, so I would be siting with my bare ass in the leather seat. Unfortunately, Mrs. Johnson happened to be walking her dog right in front of the garage when that happened. She saw the entire thing. She came over that evening to inquire about what was going on. I, of course was naked when I answered the doorbell. Mistress had me get coffee for them, then I was ordered to lick Mrs. Johnson’s pussy as Mistress explained our new relationship. Just so you know, Mrs. Johnson and a couple of her friends are now regular visitors at our house.

“Anyway, Mistress didn’t tell me where we were going. She just began driving. By this time, I had learned, painfully, not to question Mistress. Our first stop was the adult toy shop at the edge of town. When we walked in, Mistress demanded that I remove my rings and give them to her. I have to admit that I was very concerned about that. I do love you, and these are the symbols of our love. I guess she saw the hurt on my face, so she assured me that she would return them to me in a way that would not only continue to allow me to wear them and show my love for you, but also now demonstrate my commitment to her. She promised not to damage them, and that she would give them back so I could wear them with pride. I slipped them off and handed to her. She then pointed to an aisle and told me to select a collar and leash to present to her. As I turned to go look for my new collar and leash, she turned to the counter.”

With all the surprises and strange things that were happening so far, I hadn’t even noticed that her wedding and engagement rings weren’t on her left hand. I looked now and saw that they were indeed missing.

“I actually took quite a bit of time with this. I didn’t want to just grab any collar; I needed to make sure that I carefully selected it. I looked at every one they had available. I narrowed it down to about three of them. I tried each of then on to see how they looked and felt. I finally made my decision, then chose the leash that best matched the collar. After selecting what I wanted, I went to the counter where Mistress was. I showed her what I selected, then she had me hand them to the girl behind the counter. The girl informed us that it would be about 15-minutes. As she disappeared through a doorway, Mistress led me around the shop. We (by ‘We’, I meant Mistress) ended up selecting a few more items to purchase while we were there. Of course, I used my credit card to pay for it all. As soon as the transaction was completed, the salesgirl went back through the door and returned a minute later with the collar and leash. I hadn’t known that Mistress was having them inscribe a brass tag and installing it on the leather collar.”

Sure enough. This was the first time I had a chance to really look at her collar. It had a brass tag attached to it. It said ‘Sole Property of Mistress Donna. If Lost, Contact (XXX) XXX-XXXX.’

“The shop girl handed me the collar and leash. Mistress than informed me that I was to present her with the collar and request that she accept me as her slave. She informed me that the proper way to do this was to strip naked, but stockings, garter belt, and shoes were perfectly acceptable. The main thing was that my cunt, ass, and tits were exposed. I was to kneel before her and offer myself to her as my owner. It was also supposed to be done publicly, so there were witnesses to verify that I was not being coerced. I’m sorry to tell you that I never even hesitated. There were about half a dozen other customers there, along with the salesgirl and store manager. I quickly stripped off my skirt and halter top right there in front of the counter. I dropped to my knees and offered up my collar to Mistress Donna. ‘Mistress, I offer up my heart, body and soul to you. Please accept my collar as a symbol of my submission. I vow to be your loyal slave and obey your every command.’ Mistress smiled and took the collar from my hands. ‘I accept your submission to me. When I fasten this collar around your neck, you become my sole property. I vow to protect you and keep you from harm as long as you wear this collar.’ She replied. She then buckled the collar around my neck. The cashier handed her the small lock that you see on my collar, and Mistress used this lock to secure it to my neck. She has the only key, so she is the only one that can remove my collar.

Along with the cashier, there were three other women in the store. In celebration, Mistress had me kneel before these women and lick them to orgasm. The men there wanted their turn, but Mistress explained to them that not only was I now a complete lesbian, but I was also married. She refused to order me to violate my vows by having sexual intercourse with other men. They weren’t really happy about that, but we did manage to leave without me being violated.

“I got dressed, and we left the sex shop. Mistress drove to the center of town. We parked in a parking lot for several independent shops. Mistress helped me out of the car, then buckled the leash to my collar. I was then led down the sidewalk to one of the businesses. It turned out to be a rather shady tattoo parlor. Mistress informed the woman at the reception counter that we had an appointment and what the name was. After checking the schedule, she escorted Mistress and me to a room in the back.

Mistress ordered me to strip off my skirt and top, then sit I what looked like a modified gynecologist chair. Shortly thereafter, I was bound to the chair. My arms were bound to the armrests. There were leather straps secured above and below my tits securing my torso to the chair. Another leather strap secured my hips just above my cunt to the chair. Straps secured my thighs just below my cunt to the legs of the chair. Ither straps secured my legs to the chair. I was basically immobilized. I had no idea what was going to happen. Mistress assured me that everything was OK. There was going to be some pain involved, but she insured me that it would be mild. I relaxed at that.

“Once situated, a woman in her mid-thirties came into the room. The first thing she did was to apply an ointment to my nipples and the folds of my cunt just above my clitoris. She then made some detailed measurements between my nipples and from the top of the folds on my cunt to my clitoris. She said something about letting the anesthesia work, then moved over to a table and began working with some thin chains. After about 10-minutes, she returned to me and began testing the sensitivity of my nipples and cunt. The anesthesia must have worked, because I had very little feeling in those areas. I watched in fascination, completely immobilized, as she proceeded to pierce both my nipples, then insert the 1-inch diameter rings through them. She took the gold chain with another 1-inch diameter ring in the center and verified the length before attaching it to both rings in my nipples. When that was completed, she pierced another hole in the folds of my cunt. Another ring was installed there. She then attached a couple links of chain with a steel ball attached to that ring. She checked the measurements on that as well. The steel ball was set so that it would constantly bounce on my clitoris. When she was satisfied with the placement of everything, she closed the rings and gave Mistress the magnetic keys to unlock the rings. She also handed Mistress other accessories that she could use to change the piercings. Last, she used a different anesthesia to my tongue. Mistress informed me that I was getting a stud in there to enhance the pleasure she received when I licked her pussy. Once the piercings were done, another woman wheeled a cart into the room. That woman was a tattoo artist and gave me a tattoo just above my newly shaven cunt.

“Before I left, I had to ‘tip’ all the women by licking them to orgasm. Mistress then gave me my clothes back so I could walk back to the car without getting arrested. Once we got back to the car, Mistress ordered me to remove my clothes. She locked them in the trunk, and we drove home with me being naked. I have been naked ever since. Even when she ordered Door Dash, I had to answer the door naked. If it was a guy, he could feel me up, but that’s it. If it was a girl, I would ‘tip’ her by licking her pussy. Mistress explained to me that it was partially that she was turning me into a lesbian, and partially that she didn’t want me to break my vows and have me engage in anything sexual with a man besides my husband. She decided that I could get past having sexual encounters with another woman, but another man would be the breaking point.”