Wife Seeks Help In Training Her Submissive Husband!

CHAPTER TWELVE.

I wanted my husband to lose his bet, and to get the harsher caning, so I used the opportunity to make it more difficult for Pippa, and said to Marc:

“Marc, I challenge you to try your hardest to make the slut cum… as quickly as you can! Do you accept my challenge?”

“Sure, I love a dare!” he answered, with a big grin on his face.

As Julie began the caning, I noticed that Marc was now clenching his buttocks when he pushed back on Pippa’s hard cock, and he seemed to have increased the pace of his pumping action!

Rita was now pumping into my pussy with wild abandon, and as she did, she hit my g-spot… that was enough to push me over the edge, and I had a massive multiple orgasm… bucking and wriggling on Rita’s massive cock! I screamed and wailed with passion and pleasure, pushing my dripping pussy back onto her man-clitty. Oblivious to how hard my body was jumping around, I failed to feel the movement of my mask, as it slowly slipped off my face, revealing my true identity to my shocked husband, as he stared directly at me!

“Oh well… no need for our masks anymore girls! Let my ‘feminized’ submissive husband see who knows about his dirty little secrets! Karen, Katarina, Marissa, Jaqui, and Sionna… take off your masks… and please will one of you fetch Alice over? Let’s help Marc by teasing my Pippa, by stroking and kissing her!”

Karen found a camera in an empty bathroom, and told Alice to come join the fun. The added stimulation that we girls lavished on Pippa was just too much for her to cope with. Just as Julie plied her twenty first stroke… Pippa let out a loud moan, as she spilled a huge quantity of her jism into Marc’s anal passage.

“He’s cum! I can feel him spilling his seed into me!” Marc called out.

“You know what that means, don’t you Pippa?” Julie asked the helpless slave.

“Yes Mistress… Instead of just receiving three more strokes… I will now get a further twenty seven!”

“Get her down from the tree. I want her to dress in another outfit, and we’ll parade her through the house. That way, we can stretch the caning out for longer, and let the others see her being punished!” I suggested.

We tied Pippa’s hands in front of her with some rope, leaving a length which we used to lead her about with, pulling her along to where her other clothes were laid out. Freeing her hands, I told her to freshen up her make up, putting it on very heavily, so that she would be recognized as the slut that she really was, and to wear the ‘The Leather Slave-girl’ gear. Once she was changed and ready, in her skimpy strap and chain leather gear, I said:

“Take off your panties. I want your cock out at all times, and your naked bum available to anybody!” Pippa blushed, as I humiliated her publicly.

“Wank for us. I want you erect at all times!” I ordered.

“Yes Helen.” I slapped her face.

“That’s Mistress to you, slut! From today on, until the day you die… or I give you to someone else… you are no longer my husband, but my slave. Girls, do me a favour… get ALL of Philip’s male clothing and pile it up on the floor. I mean everything… shirts, trousers, boxers, socks, shoes… the lot! From today, you will only wear female clothing, which I will choose for you!”

I cuffed Pippa to the bed-head, as we gathered all the men’s clothing that was in the house. We threw it all out of the window into the back garden. Leaving Pippa to sweat, we piled out back, and put his clothes in a big pile at the end of the garden. I got the firelighters from our barbecue set, and we burned the lot! We went and got Pippa, and removed the handcuffs. I placed a collar around her neck, and attached a leash to it.

“Get your clit hard, slut! I’ve already told you once! Julie, six strokes with your cane please. Pippa, obey your orders at once… or pay the price!”