Wife Seeks Help In Training Her Submissive Husband!

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE.

Liz dragged Charlie by his hair, and marched him out of the room! Helen turned to her husband Pippa, and said:

“Get dressed slut!"

The following is from Pippa’s perspective…

I tried to complain, but I was silenced with a hard slap on the arse, and the threat of my mother seeing the photos that had just been taken… of me with Charlie!

Quietly I dressed.

"There you go," she said, "that wasn't so bad was it? Now look at yourself in the mirror and see what a slut you look."

Slowly, I walked over to the full length mirror in the corner of the room.

I looked ridiculous.

Black fishnet stockings, suspender belt, silk black panties and a black basque were topped off with a small leather mini skirt, and a white blouse.

"Hmmm… I can see there’s still a lot of work to be done before you're a proper little slut," my wife laughed!

"Now come with me...” I meekly followed her into the main room.

In front of the TV she had placed a hard wooden chair. Several lengths of rope were lying beside it on the floor. I followed her instructions, and I sat on the chair with my legs apart, facing the TV. Within minutes, my hands were tied behind me, and my ankles were tied to the front chair legs.

She told me that she was going out, and without another word, she pressed play on the VCR, turned and left. The TV lit up, and straight away I recognized one of my favourite porn films playing on the screen in front of me.

Damn! Pippa obviously had some of the same videos as I did, but I thought I'd hidden mine somewhere she'd never find them! This particular film was a hardcore BDSM movie, starring a big titted shemale submissive, getting thoroughly used at a bondage party.

Immediately, my erection sprung back into life, still bursting with the need to cum. It seemed like forever until the end credits started to roll on the TV screen. The tape rewound itself, only to begin playing again almost straight away.

My cock was straining under my skirt, as I watched the shemale onscreen getting fucked anally by a group of guys. Suddenly, I heard the door open, and my wife entered the room carrying lots of bags.

"Well, well," she said "judging by that bulge in your skirt, I'd say you've had fun while I've been gone."

She went on to tell me that she'd been out buying a few 'surprises,' and a lot of sexy new outfits for herself. All on MY credit card of course. To my horror, she informed me that she was going out tonight, looking for a bit of casual sex with a real man. I hung my head in shame, knowing that she meant what she said.

"By the way, I've bought you something slut," she said, and she reached into one of the bags.

It was another video tape, which she slotted into the VCR, before I could see what it was. Again she pressed play and left the room. I wasn't expecting what I saw appear on the TV screen… Gay porn.

Hardcore footage of a bondage scenario, featuring a submissive male, being put through his paces by some well hung guys. He was tied, whipped, forced to his knees, and made to suck cock, until eventually he was taken in the arse by the biggest cock I've ever seen.

My own cock throbbed, and my balls ached as I watched. I've fantasised for so long about being fucked by other men, and in my current position the images on screen were making me incredibly horny. Just then my wife returned, only this time she was naked.

"Enjoying yourself, slut?" she asked.

When I didn't answer, she roughly grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back.

"Answer me!" she yelled.

"Yes... Mistress," I replied quietly.

"Good. Now… I'm going to untie you, and I want to see what you can do with that tongue of yours, slut".

She untied me from the chair, but kept my hands tied behind my back. She went over and sprawled on the sofa, with her legs wide open and her beautiful cunt exposed.

"Now, slut." she said, "Get over here, and get that mouth to work on my pussy."

I didn't need telling twice, and I quickly knelt in front of her and leant forward, bringing my lips to her cunt. I went to work on her with my tongue, and she grabbed my head and pressed my face hard into her hot pussy. It didn't take long to bring her to orgasm, and her whole body shuddered, as she pressed harder on the back of my head. When she had recovered her composure, she again made me sit, tied to the chair, watching gay porn, while she disappeared off to get ready for her night out.

The scent of her pussy on my face, and the porn on the TV, meant that my cock was still hard and throbbing. My balls ached, and I wanted to cum so badly that I thought I would do anything to get an orgasm. When she came back into the room, she looked stunning. There was no doubt that if she wanted a man tonight, she would have no trouble getting one.

I begged with her not to go and to untie me, but she just laughed. I begged her to at least let me have an orgasm, but again she laughed.

"That cock belongs to me now," she said, "and I'll decide when it gets to spurt its little load. Now be a good slut, and watch your film, while I go out and have a little fun. Olivia and Clive will see to it that you don’t try to get loose! I'm really very horny now, and I can't see any cocks round here big enough to satisfy me." She laughed, and with a slam of the door, she was gone.

It must have been quite late when she got back. I'd had to watch the gay porno at least four times over. My cock was still bulging as I watched the guys in action on screen. I wondered what it was like to suck cock and get a mouthful of cum, or feel a big hard cock slide inside my arse. I've always been totally straight, but have often wondered about what it would be like with another man.

"Hello my slut," my wife said, as she walked in. "I hope you've been good while I've been out!"

She was obviously a little drunk, as she started to tell me about her night. She had gone to a club, and before long was approached by the handsome, muscular owner, who was obviously only after one thing. His name was Tom. He got what he wanted. My wife explained in great detail, about how they had sneaked off to his office at the end of the night. About how they had fucked like a couple of horny teenagers, right there on the desk. She told me that he had a huge thick cock and a big pair of cum filled balls.

"In fact," she said, "I've got something to show you."

Reaching carefully into her handbag, I couldn't believe it when she pulled out a used condom. The end hung heavily, full of Tom's cum.

"I didn't like to waste it!" she laughed as she approached me with the condom. "See that? That’s cum from a REAL man."

The condom was held right in front of my eyes. I could clearly see the thick white cum inside.

"Tilt your head back and open your mouth!" she ordered.

I shook my head, and she reached under my skirt and grabbed my balls. She squeezed them hard. She squeezed them, until I reluctantly tipped my head back, and I opened my mouth.

"Good slut," she purred and with that, she turned the condom upside down over my face.

With her other hand, she squeezed cum out and into my mouth. I gagged, as the cold, slimy spunk dripped onto my tongue and into my mouth.

"If you want to be a slut, you'd better get used to the taste of cum," she laughed, as she emptied the entire contents of the condom into my mouth.

There was so much of it that I had no choice but to swallow the spunk of this man who had just fucked my wife. My wife seemed very pleased, and she lifted my skirt, to reveal my still rock hard cock, protruding over the top of my panties.

"Hmmm... I bet you'd like to fuck me now."

She pulled my panties down exposing my throbbing cock. I franticly nodded and begged.

"Yes Mistress... please let me fuck you!" She laughed, and proceeded to roll the used condom onto my penis.

"THAT is the nearest your pathetic cock is ever going to get to my pussy!" she sneered, before getting up and leaving the room, to go to bed.

I was left tied to the chair, with the aftertaste of cum clinging in my mouth, and a condom that had been used by another man to fuck my wife, on my cock, which still remained hard after all this time. Eventually, I nodded off to sleep with the porn film still playing in the background.

…and so it goes on...

The next day, my wife woke early and came and untied me from the chair. My whole body ached from having to spend the night tied upright, and at last my erection had subsided, although my balls still ached with the need to cum.

She allowed me to shower, and led me into the bedroom. She made me stand naked in front of her. She started to explain a few of her rules to me. From now on I was hers. At all times in the house, I was to wear nothing but female attire.

To the outside world we would carry on as normal, except that I would always be wearing female underwear if I went outside. I would continue to go to work, but to stop me from masturbating… I would have to wear a chastity belt. She would have as many lovers as she wanted, and next time, she would bring them home for sex in our bed. I would obey her every command, and be tied up when my services were not required.

After I reluctantly agreed to all of this, she reached into a drawer and produced a small curved metal tube with some leather straps attached. I realized immediately that it was a chastity belt.

"Your little cock is not going to get to cum for quite some time!" she laughed, as she roughly pulled my cock down through the tube, before attaching the strap to hold it in place.

She put a small padlock through the rings in the strap and snapped it shut. Taking the key, she placed it in an envelope, which she then sealed.

She ordered me to get dressed and go to work. When I was ready to leave the house, she said that she had something for me to do on the way to the office. She handed me an envelope. As I took it, I realized that it was the same envelope she had placed the key to my chastity belt in, except now there was an address written on it. Our address!

"Post that for me on your way slut."

"But..." I stammered.

"Quiet!" she yelled. "I don't want you secretly trying to jerk yourself off, so I figured that if the key wasn't here, then you've got no chance!"

"Anyway," she continued "it'll be back in a couple of days, and if you're a good boy, I may even let you cum!" The thought of being able to cum caused my cock to twitch in the steel tube. As I turned to leave, my wife shouted to me: "Let’s just hope it doesn't get lost in the post!"

As I walked, I thought about opening the envelope and taking the key. I could go to the men’s room at work and jerk myself off. She'd never know! I thought of what she might do if she found out and anyway, she did say that she was going to let me cum when the key came back.

...Hesitantly, I dropped the envelope into the mailbox.

It was a long day at work. My cock was constantly straining in its restraint, but there was no way it could get erect. I tried to find a way of removing the chastity belt, but it was too secure; but with it on, there was absolutely no way I could even touch my cock, let alone jerk myself off. I also felt as if everyone in the office knew I was wearing women’s panties. I was paranoid that, somehow, they DID all know. I was glad when it was time to leave off, and I walked home very slowly, unsure of what my wife may have planned for me when I got home. I quietly shut the door behind me, and straight away my wife shouted from the living room.

"You know the rules, slut. Go to your room and change then come in here."

I went into the spare bedroom, where I was to be sleeping from now on. Laid on the bed, was a selection of women’s clothes. Mainly underwear, but also a few tarty looking PVC outfits, and several leather items.

"I'll let you choose!" She laughed from the other room… "…and don't be too long!"

I slowly took off my own clothes, and I proceeded to get dressed for my wife. I chose black silk stockings/suspenders, a black bra and panties, with a black PVC mini skirt and a see through black lace top.

As soon as I was fully dressed, my cock again tried to harden but to no avail. My balls ached as they felt the cool touch of the panties. Taking a deep breath, I turned and went into the living room, where my wife was waiting for me. She was standing in the centre of the room, in a skin tight black dress, which really showed off her incredible cleavage, and a pair of black leather thigh boots, with at least a 6 inch heel. She looked stunning. I could think of nothing else, but how good it would feel to fuck her there and then.

"Stop!" she barked as I entered the room. "From now on you will always be on your knees in my presence! Now, kneel… and then crawl over here you pathetic slut!"

As I knelt before her, she told me that she had something for me, and from behind her back, she produced a long, blonde wig. She wasted no time in positioning in it on my head. She stood back and said:

"Good, you look more like a proper girl now, slut!" She took out the camera, and continued: "We'd better have another few pictures while you're looking so pretty!" She proceeded to take several photographs of me dressed as a slut, and kneeling submissively on the floor.

"Now, follow me," she ordered, as she walked seductively off towards her bedroom. I followed as fast as I could on my hands and knees.

"Lay on the floor under the bed!" she said.

I did as instructed, and I slid myself on my back under the bed. My hands and my feet were tied to each leg of the bed, until I was completely helpless. Picking up the phone, I heard her saying:

"Yes, I've got him! Let’s do it now. Bring Sámi and the others, he won't be any trouble."