Serving the Neighbors by puzzle500@aol.com
========================================================== I came home to quite a surprise one Friday when I took off work early. My
wife was in the pool with Kelly, the new neighbor lady next door...the surprise was that they were locked in an embrace, kissing deeply while they floated in the middle of the pool. About a week ago, Greg and Kelly moved in next door. Both of them are attractive, in the mid 30's; Greg's a little over six feet, the standard " tall dark and handsome" type. Kelly is just a little shorter, long dark hair, a body to die for. My wife, Angela, is about 5'4", short brown hair, and she's got tits that are big for her body. I'm just a little taller than her at 5'7", brown hair, and weigh in at about 170. We've been married for about 4 years, but have no kids; neither of us have any real desire for them, and we live fairly well off since we don't have the expense. I'm 30, and my wife is 27. Although I fantasize about other women often enough, I would never approach one in a sexual way; I guess I just don't have it in me. My wife is the same way, I'm sure, so I knew instantly that Kelly had to have been the aggressor in the pool. I watched them for a while, getting extremely aroused at their intimate passion in the water. Finally I decided to make my presence known by opening and shutting some doors loudly. Angela came in dripping water, her nipples showing proudly through her suit. "You're home early." she said matter-of-factly as she wrapped her arms around me and frenched me. I grinned at her passion, and explained that I wanted to get a jump on the weekend, so I took half the day off. She invited me to join her and Kelly in the pool, and naturally I did. But not a thing was done or said about their experiences earlier. That night, Angela did a lot of things to tease and excite my desire, but she did nothing to relieve my sexual tension. The next morning, Angela took off to do some shopping. I did a little bit of yardwork, but before noon I was in the pool. After about ten minutes, Kelly was there. In her swimsuit. "Mind if I join you?" she said confidently. "Uh, no, no, not at all." I stuttered out. "Where's Greg? Um, he could come over too." She just shrugged, sat at the edge of the pool. She lowered herself into the water to her neck, then popped back out to sit on the edge again. "It' s cold." she laughed, leaning back to look at the sky. Her white swimsuit, now wet, left nothing to the imagination. Her nipples were hard and dark, and her dark bush showed through plainly. I laughed nervously. "Yeah, but you get used to it." She looked at me with mischief in her eyes. "Do you? Well, let's see." And she was back in. I felt her underwater against my legs, and then she popped up for air right in front of my face...just inches away. "Yes, I see what you mean, it's not so bad." her voice was sultry. She suddenly grabbed my cock and held onto it. "Yes, I could definitely get used to this." She let go and swam away laughing. I was in complete shock, not quite sure what to do. I treaded water for a moment, then slowly started to swim towards her. She reached the end of the pool and turned back towards me. Just as she reached me, she flashed me a quick grin and dove under. My trunks were pulled down a little, and I felt her hot mouth engulf my semi-erect cock. I was stunned...my hands reached down and grabbed her shoulders; I don't know if I was trying to pull her up or hold her there. She came up for air again, then kissed me solidly, just like I saw her kissing my wife yesterday. "Did you like that Michael? " My mouth was just hanging open. "Uh, I...." I blinked. "I'm married, Kelly. We..." "Yes, and so am I." Her eyebrow arched up. "And so is Angela, Michael. And I fucked Angela yesterday." She turned and swam to the end of the pool, leaving me in so much shock I could have drowned. She climbed out and walked to the patio door leading in to my house. Turning to me for just a moment before she entered my home, she lowered the top of her suit off of one breast. A tantalizing tease, a hint of what she knew I wanted. Then she was in my house. I regained a little bit of sanity and hurried out of the pool. Her naked form was just disappearing up the stairs. I followed her without thinking; there was no time to think. She was in the bedroom, drinking a wine cooler that she must have taken from my refrigerator. Her back was to me as she stood before the window, gazing across toward her own house. "Tell me, Michael, do you ever watch our bedroom window at night?" "I, uh; no, not really.." "I've watched you. I've seen you and your wife make love twice. Both times, she was on top; both times you grabbed the head board and held on, as if you were tied to it." She turned to me then. I saw her nakedness completely now, and I was mesmerized. Setting the cooler down, she walked toward me seductively. "You like a strong woman, don't you Michael?" I backed up a step, and I was against the bed. My mouth wouldn't shut, but no words would come out. I couldn't think, this was happening so fast. "Yesterday I fucked your wife, and now I'm going to fuck you." She pushed me lightly, and I sat back onto the bed. Kneeling, she pulled my trunks down and sucked my already hardened cock. "Kelly......" I managed to utter, hoping to find the strength to stop her. She looked up at me, her mouth still wrapped around the head of my cock. The sight was deadly to me, it was so incredibly erotic. Her hands pushed me to my back, and my body followed her lead until I was in the middle of the
bed, thoroughly engulfed in her power. My arms naturally went right for the headboard, as I held on and allowed myself to be taken. She knew what she was doing; she kept taking me to the brink of orgasm, then backed off. I was mush, and she knew it. Leaning up over me, dangling her beautiful breasts over my face, she fastened cuffs to my hands, attaching them to the headboard. Cuffs? It suddenly dawned on me that I was in bed with my neighbor's wife, and now I was in a very compromising situation. Kelly laughed at the shocked look in my face. "Surprised? I used these on your wife earlier. Your wife is very submissive too, Michael. I've had her, now I'm going to have you." In one smooth motion, she mounted me. "Oh god.." I grunted out. "What are you doing to me?" As if I didn't know. She laughed an evil laugh. "When I first saw you, I knew I could have you. Yesterday, I wanted to check out your wife, see how difficult it would be to get you. But then I realized how easy she was, and I decided I wanted both of you." Just then I saw my wife in the doorway. Panic flooded my brain. "Angela!" Kelly turned to acknowledge her. "You see? It took no time at all." She turned to me. "I told her I'd have you by the end of the day. She agreed to submit to me completely if I could seduce you this weekend. Isn't that right, Angela?" My wife was beside the bed now. "Yes, I agreed to do that." Her voice was low, almost humble. Her eyes were locked on mine. My lips were trembling, and I was still breathing hard since Kelly was still moving her wet cunt slowly up and down my shaft. "That's right, Michael. I'm going to be her sex slave since you allowed yourself to be seduced." There was no anger in her voice; it was more of relief, or even excitement. "Angela." Kelly spoke my wife's name with power now. Angela broke eye contact with me, lowering her head a notch but looking up at Kelly. "There are just a few rules, and I will state them now." This was so bizarre, Kelly was still riding me slowly in my wife's bed; my wife was standing beside us, obediently listening to the woman who was fucking her husband. "In private, you will always refer to me as Mistress. You will obey every command I give, without question." She looked at me. "And you will not fuck or give any kind of sexual relief to your husband unless I say so." A smirk came across her face as she said the last part. "Do you understand, Angela?" My wife lowered her head. "Yes, Mistress." she replied softly. "Look at me, slut. Look at what I'm doing. I'm fucking your husband. I seduced him into your own bed, and I'm fucking him." I could see the lips of my wife trembling. The erotic humiliating of my wife was having a vicious affect on me; I was so turned on, I feared I would cum right then. " You want me to fuck him, don't you slut?" "Yes, Mistress, it's what I want." "Take off your shirt." My wife removed her shirt, and then took off her bra. She stood there beside us in shoes and shorts, but her breast was bared to us. Kelly suddenly stopped fucking me and climbed off. "Now, Angela, suck my cunt juice off of your husband's dick." Angela bent over, and sucked and licked until Kelly was satisfied. Kelly then mounted me, looking solely at my wife. She rode up and down my shaft a couple of times, just enough to soak my cock with her juices; then she had my wife lick me clean again. And she did it again. And again. She kept doing it, enforcing her power over my wife. But not only over my wife, it enforced in my mind that I was a tool, just a toy for Kelly to use; an object to use to humiliate my wife. Then she told my wife to suck me off. "You have three minutes If you can get him to cum, you will swallow every ounce of it. If not, then I will fuck him, and he will cum in my cunt. That will mean that you need to work on your cock sucking skills, if you can't bring off your own husband. You have three minutes...Go." Angela began sucking on me like she never had. But Kelly leaned down next to me and began talking to me, distracting me. Nothing sexual in her conversation at all; just talking about the weather, about things she wanted done to her yard and house, about where she lived before she moved here. It was enough to distract me, and I was unable to cum in my wife's mouth. "Stop." she commanded my wife. "You're just not good enough. Men love to have their cocks sucked, and most would cum in a woman's mouth immediately." My wife stepped off the bed and stood there, eyes downcast. "Now watch as your husband cums in my cunt." She mounted me seductively, her body lithe and moving like a serpent. She fucked me slowly at first, whispering nasty things. She began telling me how she fucked my wife, how she had big plans for her. Then she started telling me about the plans she had for the both of us....a "slave couple" she called us. How difficult it was to find a true slave couple, and she had us now. She leaned in close to me, mashing her perfect breasts to my chest. "I know how submissive men can be; you've got fantasies that are buried
deep. I'm going to bring them out, just like I've brought them out of your wife. You want me to do that, don't you Michael? You want to submit to me. Look at you now; you're tied to your headboard; you wanted that, or it wouldn't have happened. I'm fucking you in front of your wife. All you have to do is let it go. Just let go, and it'll all be over. I'll own you. It's what you want, isn't it? Tell me Michael. Say yes." The intensity in my gut was too much..."Yes." I answered. "Yes, you want me to own you." "Yes, I want you to own me." "Do you give yourself to me?" "Yes." "Say it!" "I give myself....to.....you!" I grunted out the last part, cumming hard inside her. She fucked me slowly and softly as I came down from the high, then she pulled off and sat on the edge of the bed. "Suck me." she commanded my wife. " That's right, lick your husband's gift out of me. I own him now, just like I own you." While my wife knelt down, Kelly turned to me. "The rules apply to you now too. I own you completely. You will address me as Mistress, and obey every command I give, without question. Is that understood?" "Yes, Mistress." I was exhausted, and would have agreed to anything. She looked back down at my wife. "That's right, get it all. Lick my ass, too...mmmmm, yes, that's good. Enough now." She stood up. "Now, slut, lick your husband clean again, then release him. I'm going to leave for now, but I want you both ready for me this evening. Plan a little party for me tonight; make sure you have plenty of beverages and snacks for me. I want to have a little pool party this evening, do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress." my humbled wife replied. "Yes, Mistress." I echoed.
Part 2 ===== My wife cleaned my cock with her tongue and then released me from the cuffs. I was spent, and just lay there, not knowing what to say. Angela was strangely calm....she went to her dresser and put a bikini top on. "Mike, I'll put a list together of things you need to pick up for tonight. " "Ange?" She turned and looked at me, her face unreadable. "Are you OK? I mean, with all of this?" "We don't have a choice now, Mike." she turned and left the room. What was she talking about? We had a choice. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized she was right...we'd gone too far. We would now have to play this out to the end, and hope that we could remain happy as a couple. Kelly walked over around 8:00 that evening. She came straight over to the backyard, and settled onto a lawn chair. My wife and I had been in the kitchen, preparing a tray of sandwiches when we noticed Kelly. Angela grabbed my hand and said "She's here; let's go." Kelly ignored us for a moment, staring out over the pool as we stood beside her. "I've been here for several minutes. Where have you been?" her voice was calm and even. "I'm sorry Mistress." my wife responded. "We were still preparing some food for you, and didn't notice you were here." Kelly let out a breath, a sigh. "Well, Angela, go get me one of your wine coolers. And, Angela, when you come back, I want you in your white bikini." As my wife left, Kelly turned her attention to me. "Michael." she said with a smirk. "You, I want naked. Undress for me right now." My cock hardened immediately. Although our back yard is invisible to other houses, the thought of being naked outside made my face flush. But I complied. "Kneel beside me, slave." I knelt down, and she pulled some handcuffs from her purse. My ankle was cuffed to her lawn chair. At that point Greg, Kelly's husband showed up. My face burned with shame when I heard his chuckling. My hands covered my now shrinking cock, and I looked down, thoroughly humiliated. "I see you wasted no time with our neighbors, beautiful." He leaned over and kissed his wife. My wife came out then with a wine cooler, stopping only for a second as she recognized the newcomer. "Hello Angela!" his voice boomed. I looked up at her, and saw that her face was red too, especially after noticing my naked and kneeling form. "hi Greg." she murmured out softly. "Angela, although my husband is not into my games as much as I am, you will still treat him with respect. Hello Sir' would be the appropriate response. "Hello Sir." she responded. "Could I bring you out some refreshments?" She handed the wine cooler to Kelly. Greg settled into a chair beside his wife. "Yes, I'd like a beer, thank you." "And Angela, take your husband's clothes into the house when you go." Kelly added. My cock was quite limp now, and I kept my head lowered as my neighbors engaged in conversation. "So, darling, what do you think? I had her wear the white bikini that you' ve drooled over." "Damn, Kell, she looks fantastic. I can't believe you tamed them so quickly." Kelly laughed. "They were a piece of cake. And wait til you taste Angela...she's as sweet as honey." As I listened, my cock stirred. The way they talked about my wife was so dirty, and the thought of another man "tasting" my wife should have made me angry. But in the position I was in, it seemed to fan my sexual desire. Angela was back out, handing my neighbor a beer. "Would you like anything else Sir?" He laughed and looked over at Kelly. "Yes, I want plenty. But right at the moment, why don't we take a dip in the pool together." He stood and removed his shirt; his trunks were already on, so he took her by the hand and led her into the water. Kelly just sat there, sipping her cooler; I had no choice but to remain kneeling, watching another man play in the water with my wife. Angela loosened up quickly as they splashed around; they were laughing and talking, sometimes whispering closely. During a close whispered conversation, her top was removed, Greg held the top up for us to see, then dropped it. Soon her panties were also discarded, and the two were locked in a kissing passion. I could see his hands roaming my wife's breasts, and I could see her mouth open in passion as he reached between her legs. Kelly broke me out of my trance. "Look at your cock, Michael. This turns you on." I looked down, tried to deny it verbally. "no." "Well, you really can't deny it. You can't deny that you long to serve me, you can't deny that you've already started down that path. You had a choice, Michael, and you gave up that choice to me. You AND your wife belong to me now. I own you, and it's all sexual control." Greg was now on the side of the pool, legs in the water. My wife, still in the water, was now giving him head, and they were positioned so that I had a clear view of it. She was taking her time, slowly moving her lips up and down his hard shaft. He was speaking to her softly, perhaps giving her instructions. Her mouth moved down, lips kissing his hairy balls, tongue licking his entire genital area. Kelly continued speaking to me, describing the scene we were watching in detail. "Look at that slut. Look at how she licks his cock, tasting every detail. You know she loves it, loves tasting another man. He's taking your wife, defiling her mouth, using her as a slut, a whore." Suddenly Greg's passion was building up, he grabbed the sides of my wife' s head, and began pumping into her faster and faster. And then it happened...as I watched, he climaxed, sending his seed into her mouth. I could see her throat contract as she swallowed, sucking his cock for all the cum she could get. As he came down from the climax, she kept his cock in her mouth, slowly moving her head from side to side, her arms around his waist, caressing his bare hips. "Isn't that beautiful, Michael? Your slutty wife worshipping my man?" I was messed up. My head was spinning, and I feared I was going to break down and cry like a child. As my head lowered, I saw my cock; it was still rock hard, actually throbbing with desire. "What have you done to us?" My wife was in front of me then, and apparently she'd heard my feeble question. Her hand cupped my chin, lifting my face to hers. I could see some of Greg's cum on her cheek and chin; she'd left it there for me to see. " They've taken us, Mike. They've taken us over, made us their own." She leaned down and kissed me, deeply, opening my mouth with her tongue. I could taste semen, another man's defiling of my wife. She continued to french me, sloppily moving her face around so that I ended up licking her face clean. She was pulled away from me then by Greg. "Enough of that. Now I'm in the mood to really enjoy your cunt." he said. "Michael, I'm going to take your slutty wife up to your bed and fuck her now." I was speechless, totally humiliated. Looking up, I saw my naked wife standing beside my neighbor, his hand gripping her arm in his fist. She looked so small and defenseless next to him, but I could do nothing but kneel there before them. "Don't you have something to say to them Michael?" Kelly prodded me further. "Say something, slave." "no, I, don't know...what to say." "Tell my husband to enjoy your wife." My head dropped. "Please enjoy.." "NO. Look at him when you speak." I looked up into his smirking face. "Enjoy my wife Sir." "Well, thank you neighbor. I intend to. In fact, she will have a hard time walking tomorrow. With every step she takes, she'll be reminded of how I fucked her." With that, he turned and led my wife into the house and up to our bedroom. Despite my raging hard-on, my eyes filled with tears and threatened to roll down my face. Kelly laughed. "Don't even think of being upset, slave. He's taking her in the same bed that I took you, remember?" She stood up and released my ankle from the cuff. "I think it's time we worked on your submissiveness now, slave. Follow me." She headed off toward the back of her house, entering through the walk out
basement. Naked, I followed her, my emotions crumbling to dust.
Part 3 ====== The basement was dark and disorganized, things still packed from their move. One corner had been cleared up though...and Kelly walked right to that corner. Large mirrors had been placed on the walls, and I noticed some chains hanging from the ceiling. She took my wrists and fastened leather cuffs to them; then she attached the rings in the cuffs to the chains overhead. Still without speaking, she spread my legs and attached a bar to each of my ankles, spreading my legs wide. I was facing the corner of the room, and I could see my naked and bound image in the mirrors. My cock was hard and throbbing with anticipation. Looking back at Kelly now, I saw her put a headset on. It was a phone headset, the kind with a mic in front. "Hi Greg." she said. "Put the phone so that Angela can hear and speak. I want her to listen to the discipline of her husband. And Greg, make sure she's vocal in her pleasure.......love you too. Enjoy her!" Kelly walked over to me and put the headset on me. Instantly, I could hear my wife breathing hard, grunting her pleasure every so often. God! I was going to have to listen to my neighbor fuck my wife. I was chained, and had no choice. "Talk to your wife, Michael." Kelly ordered. "Tell her what's going on." "Angela." I spoke. "Oh, Michael....ohhh..." "Mistress has chained me in her basement...I'm" CRACK! I cried out in pain. "Oh god, she's begun to whip me." Again I was struck soundly across my ass. "Michael," my wife was breathing fast and hard. "Greg is fucking me, oh, god, it's so good...his cock is deep, and so hard....." Kelly was slapping my ass steadily with a leather paddle; the burning was more intense than I could have imagined. I could almost feel the cum in my balls, as if it was pushing to shoot out. "Ang, she's whipping me hard now. And fast...she wants me to ask how you like her husband's cock. Is it better than mine?" "yes, yes..." she was chanting. "oh, it's soo good...I don't want him to stop, ever....yes, he's better than you, so much bigger. and, oh god...he knows how to...oh....he's driving me insane!" "Well?" Kelly demanded. "Yes. She says he's better than me. She doesn't want him to stop." The
humiliation of saying that made my face heat up. My wife was now reduced to moans and groans on the line, with a lot of heavy breathing. Kelly began to torment me verbally now, as well as physically. As she whipped me, she began to tell me about how her husband was a great lover, how he was now fucking my wife in my bed, defiling her and our bed. She also commanded me to let her know when my wife reached orgasm. She said that after tonight, my wife would not be satisfied with me anymore, and so now they were in our lives forever. "It's too late to stop it now. There's no way she'll be satisfied with just you anymore. Your road to submission is too far begun now to stop it.
You've lost your wife to us, and so you've lost yourself to us too. Do you see it?" she was strapping my ass still, and the burning was turning me into a strange state. "yes." came my humble reply. "Who owns you, Michael?" "you own me. you and your husband own me and Angela, Mistress." Kelly was laughing now, and I could hear my wife as she came over the phone. Greg's grunting was in the background as he shot a load into her. "He did it." I said. "My wife just came, and your husband just came too." Tears were rolling down my cheeks now; from the pain of the whipping or maybe from the humiliation of what just happened to my wife. Kelly dropped her paddle and came in close to me, breathing hard on my neck. "Is your wife still on the line?" "Ang?" I heard a long, drawn out groan of satisfaction. "Yes, Michael?" "Tell her you love her, and then describe what I'm doing to you." my Mistress commanded. "I love you hon...oh, god.....Mistress is playing with my ass...she's smearing my crack with something wet, Vaseline or something....my arms are chained up high...I can't get away....oh....she's....slipped a finger in my ass! Angela...oh god...she's now putting something big up my ass...." I groaned, and was panting now. Kelly began coaching me on what to say. "She' s fucking me, oh god, she's fucking me in the ass. I can't...Yes! oh, I can't stand it...it, it feels good. I can't believe I'm saying that. But, it feels good. She's taken me. I'm hers now. Anything, Mistress! Anything you want....Angela, she wants it all from us, everything. I want her to have it, our relationship, our lives....." I was talking wildly, not sure of what I was saying or who I was talking to. On the line, Angela also began to speak. "Yes, Michael, give it to her. She can have us, completely. I'll fuck anyone she wants me to, do anything she commands. So will you, baby, you belong to her now." It was too much...my mind was now thoroughly fucked too, and I almost felt the snap, the end of my will. "Ang, I'm going to cum, oh, god, I'm going to cum....with her in my ass, fucking me...nothing is even touching my cock...oh...oh....." I grunted as my cock shot freely, my ass contracted against the dildo. I shuddered uncontrollably, and then fell slack against the chains holding me up. Kelly pulled out of me, then removed the phone from my head. Releasing me from my chains, she had me kneel down and lick up my cum that was dribbling down the mirror. I did it without a second thought. She led me back over to my house; Greg was downstairs, eating some of the sandwiches my wife and I had made earlier. I followed Kelly, my Mistress, upstairs and to my bedroom, my head bowed the whole time. Like in a dream-state, I knelt between the legs of my wife as she squatted lewdly at the edge of the bed. Greg' s cum poured out of her, into my waiting mouth, and I licked and sucked her clean. I then sat across the room on the floor, and mindlessly watched as my wife orally serviced our Mistress late into the night. We were all exhausted by the time Kelly decided to leave. "Tomorrow you two will come over at 11a.m. to help Greg and I finish our unpacking. Then tomorrow evening, Angela, you will prepare an elegant dinner for Greg and I. I want the two of you to seriously think about the consequences of your actions and promises. I expect the two of you to become my property, and that's not a light matter. I will do things neither of you have ever thought about, and your sexuality will be mine. Life will never be the same. After dinner tomorrow night, I will want you both to state your intentions to me; be creative, and convince me that you're seriously surrendering to me." Kelly gathered up her clothes and then left us. I walked over to the bed and lay next to my wife. She curled up next to me, in my arms. Neither of us said anything, and eventually we fell asleep.
Part 4 ====== Sunday morning we slept in. My wife got up and showered first; when she got out, I took my shower. I noticed several hickeys on her neck as I climbed into the shower; the sight of her wrapped in a towel with the marks of a lover on her neck caused my cock to thicken slightly with arousal. She made a comment about my red and bruised ass, about how my buns must still burn. We went together to the front door of Greg and Kelly's house at 11 o' clock, as instructed. I know we were both filled with trepidation, not quite sure what to expect, but Kelly was very pleasant when she let us in. I felt last night's humiliation hit again when I saw Greg, but in no time we were all relaxed and acting like old friends as we unpacked, moved stuff around and cleaned. At 3 o'clock, Kelly told my wife Angela to go get started on dinner and get cleaned up. I felt butterflies in my stomach as my wife left. "Now, you two," Kelly said to Greg and I, "we've got some work to do in the basement." We followed her down, and she instructed us on adding bolts to the walls, imbedding some eye bolts into the cement floor, and moving some odd-looking and heavy tables around. One table in particular stood out to me, and that was because it was obviously a gynecologist's table, fully tiltable and equipped with stirrups. "Ok, that should do it for now." Kelly finally concluded. "Michael, why don't you go get cleaned up now. We'll be over in about 45 minutes. If dinner's not quite ready, you can serve us with drinks." "Ok." "Michael, `Yes Mistress' is the proper response. Don't make me remind you again." "Yes, Mistress." It felt so awkward to say that after the way the whole day had gone; I'd actually begun to think of them as regular neighbors again. She leaned in close to me at the front door; "Don't forget, after dinner I want to hear from the both of you just exactly how far you will go to serve me. Think hard about just how willing you are to submit to my desire." I swallowed hard, and actually felt a little dizzy from her forward and commanding presence. "Yes, Mistress." came my soft reply. Angela was ready for them. She was dressed in an incredibly hot looking short black mini-dress. She looked perfect as she came down the stairs. " Are they here yet?" she asked. "No, not yet. 45 minutes. You look fantastic!" She smiled at me, a confident cocky look. "Go get cleaned up. I've laid out your clothes for you." I got a quick peck on the cheek as she went by, and then she told me to hurry. Her perfume was intoxicating. As I showered, I began to think about it too much. I seemed to want my wife now more than ever, and most likely someone else was going to ravish her beauty and clean smell tonight, not me. I helped serve our guests, bringing them out wine as my wife served a beautiful salad. After the main course was served, I was told to massage Mistress Kelly's feet during dinner. Angela continued to wait on them, refilling their glasses and removing dishes as needed. I knelt under the table, massaging two beautiful stockinged feet. Kelly's perfume was also intoxicating, and I became quite aware of my predicament; that of a servant, under the table, doing the bidding of my Mistress, while she ate dinner with her husband...all in my house. As dinner came to a close, Greg and Kelly ate ice cream sundaes while Angela and I cleaned up. We stood ready, off to the side, eyes downward while they talked about work. A break came in their conversation, and Kelly turned toward us. "Michael, Angela. You are ready to confess your desire to serve me now?" Angela spoke first. "Yes, Mistress." I followed suit. "Michael, slowly disrobe your beautiful wife. Present her body to us." I did as I was asked. Angela stood there, face flushed as I took the zipper down her back and lowered it down her body. She was left in a lacy black bra, matching panties and dark stockings. "Angela, kneel here and tell me your thoughts and desires." My wife stepped out of her heels and knelt before their table. "Mistress, I've always longed to be used, to serve under another. I love my husband very much, but I know that he can't offer me the fulfillment I need in that way. When you seduced me, I knew that you were the one. I'll do anything you wish, serve you in any way. No humiliation would be too much; my only concern is for our safety, our well-being. There are many diseases out there, and I'm putting my trust in you. I'm putting my life in your hands, if you want it." "Very well put. I understand your concern, and I pledge to you that I will use extreme caution when it comes to sexually transmitted disease. With that in mind, I will expect you to obey me without question, fuck anyone I command you to fuck. Will you do that? A pause, while my wife seemed to grapple with her thoughts. "Yes. Yes Mistress. I'll do anything you wish." "Good. Now, suck my husband's cock while Michael undresses. Michael, I' m waiting for your submission." My cock was raging. I just saw my wife submit herself to another woman, and now she was sucking another man's cock. Again. I stripped, and knelt down, naked. "It turns you on to see your wife used, doesn't it Michael?" Kelly asked. I looked over at my wife, heard her slurping sounds as she sucked. "Yes, I think so, Mistress." She laughed. "You THINK so? Your cock betrays you. Now, what do you have to say to me?" "Mistress, just like my wife, I've craved to be taken for many years. I guess I've locked it away, hidden it. But now that you've opened the door, I want to serve you all the time. And with my wife involved, I want to do that all the more." "What limits do you think you have? Hmm? What is it that I could ask of you that you would refuse, outside of threatening your health?" "I'll do anything you wish, Mistress. Anything. After last night, surely you don't doubt that?" She stood up quickly and slapped me hard. "Never second guess me. I plan on doing wicked things to you. Your servitude will be complete, unlike anything you've ever known. It includes things that you've apparently never thought of; you will be marked as mine, permanently. Think you can handle that? You will be thoroughly humiliated in front of other people, can you handle that? Your wife will be used, just like she's being used right now. She will suck cocks, she will serve other men sexually, she will become a tramp, a whore, sometimes in your presence, sometimes not. Think you can handle THAT?" Her vicious outburst had humiliated and yet aroused me. My cock was pulsing nakedly for all to see. My head dropped down. "Yes, Mistress. Anything you wish is yours. Take me. Take my wife." At that point, Greg shot a load into my wife's mouth, grunting as he did so. I could hear her choke, swallowing all she could. Looking up, I could see her small mouth stretched around his cock, her face flushed from excitement, her hair mussed up from his handling her. She looked so exotic, kneeling there in her black bra and panties, sucking his member while he was still fully clothed. Kelly bent toward my wife, whispering in her ear. Then she turned to me. "Head back. Open your mouth." My wife came to me, stood over me, and while looking into my eyes, she spit into my open mouth. Not a full load of cum, mostly my wife's spit, but the taste was there. "We belong to them now." It was a statement that hit home. "Well, that's all I needed tonight." Greg stood up and kissed Kelly. " I need to get back home and work on some papers for tomorrow. I'll see you later." And then he left. "Tonight, we're going to work on getting you both accustomed to obeying me without question. Angela, lean over the back of a dining room chair. That 's right, on your toes; spread your legs to the sides of the chair. Now Michael, I want you to get behind her on your knees. That's right." She leaned down and spread my wife's cheeks apart. "Lick, Michael. Lick her asshole." I'd never done that before; the thought was disgusting at first, but then it became erotic. I leaned my face it, reached out with my tongue and licked. Again and again...suddenly her little hole winked at me, and it was obvious that I was turning her on. "Stick it in, Michael. Push your tongue into her as far as you can." I did it; she was clean, musky clean. I was turned on, and could have done that all night. "Very good, Michael; you'll make a fine asslicker. I will have you prepare her for anal entry, and then you will clean her up afterwards." God, how my cock ached as she said stuff like that. She continued throughout the night with things like that, having my wife lick her ass, having us french kiss afterwards, having me suck on each of their toes; continually
re-enforcing in our minds that she owned us, and that we would be doing many nasty things at a later time. She also told us that she intended on getting us pierced. Our nipples for sure, and perhaps more later. She told us that she was undecided yet on how she wanted to brand us; whether it would be with a tattoo or perhaps with a real brand. We both spent our share of time licking and sucking our Mistress to orgasm, several times. At the end of the evening, she had my wife jerk me off while fucking me from behind with a dildo. My wife caught my cum in her hand, and I was then ordered to lick it from her hand. We shared a long, juicy kiss as we were forced to french for five minutes, my cum sloshing between our mouths. On Monday, we were informed that we have an appointment next Saturday morning with a personal friend of Mistress Kelly's to get our nipples pierced.
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