Taylor, since convincing me to be pussy free, decides it's time for him to take me deeper down the rabbit hole. He helps me to grow into the role for which he feels I'm best suited.
The changes I was going through didn't come easily regardless of what you readers may think. Many were the nights I lay in bed and took an inventory of my feelings and emotions. Did I hate Taylor for guiding into my new life? Was the resentment I felt directed to he and Cindy?
After much soul searching and inner debate, I came to realize that Taylor hadn't done anything I didn't want him to do. My surrender to him was voluntary. Could I have refused to suck his cock that first time. I doubt it. Even now when I think back to that momentous occasion my loins stir.
No, once I came to the conclusion that my resentment was really about me not understanding who and what I was earlier in life, I wrestled with self-loathing before accepting that I owed Taylor a great debt. I was determined to pay him back in spades by being the best cock sucker possible.
I was naked and, on my knees, sucking Taylor's cock while he and my wife talked. "johnnie has promise Cin. I think I want to take him deeper in his role. Sucking my cock and him getting off only by beating his dick isn't enough. He needs more."
I had no idea what he was talking about. I needed more? Hell, I was more than satisfied being his personal cock sucker. I found bliss sucking him before and after he fucks my wife. I found peace cleaning her well fucked pussy of his sperm. I didn't think I needed anything more.
I was wrong and Taylor would show me how wrong I was.
Week nights would find me naked in what is now Taylor's house. Cindy thought Taylor was spot on when he suggested that a groveling cock sucker like me should not be considered the man of the house.
"I was preparing dinner for the two of them when Cindy and Taylor joined me in the kitchen. I squealed like a bitch when he swatted my bum, "What's cookin, cock sucker?"
"Butter basted Capons and a Caeser salad, sir."
"Come and sit, johnnie."
I pulled the pinafore off and sat on the floor at his feet. We all had agreed that since I'm to be naked at all times when home, it would be less unsanitary if I did not sit on the furniture.
Love filled me as I looked at Taylor. That so young a man had such a huge impact on my life was magical for me. And Cindy, I'd never seen her so radiant as she has been since Taylor took my place between her legs and in her pussy.
Did I feel shame? Absolutely not. That's not to say that there weren't some excruciatingly humiliating and arousing moments when Taylor would demonstrate the role he played in our lives. He would treat Cindy possessively when we were with clients or family, his and ours. I got strange looks from mother and father, both of whom really liked Taylor as did Cin's folks. His parents looked upon me with disdain curiosity.
In their presence he would hold my wife, kiss her and send me off to do him a favor or run an errand for him. When the men would get together Taylor would send me off to assist the ladies who might be preparing the meal, or to do other things to make myself useful. It was not unusual for me to be tending to some chore, washing his car, running to the dry cleaners to drop off his clothes and retrieve the clean ones. Whatever I could do to make him pleased with me, I did.
And whatever he could do to diminish me in the eyes of people we knew, he did.
It started small and I gradually became used to being at his beck and call.
I began to defer to him in all things including those related to my little law firm. The clients soon began asking his opinions rather than mine. It wasn't that I'd done poor work but people gravitated to Taylor naturally. The more I was with him, the greater influence he had on me and that led me to depend on his guidance and crave his benevolence more and more.
And more and more I sought his approval. I admit I was love struck and that made everything work.
Cindy loved him too. So much so that she and I had a talk. "It isn't that I don't love you johnnie. It's that I'm not in Love with you. I'm in love with Taylor. You understand, don't you?"
I told her I did understand and that it made sense now that I was pussy free for her to be in love with the man who decided that being pussy free was the best thing for me.
But now, in the kitchen, sitting naked on the cool tile floor I listened as Taylor explained the changes he was making.
"I'm sub-letting my apartment, johnnie and moving in here. That way you will receive the benefit of my guidance full time. I'm not saying that Cindy and I will live as husband and wife. No. I want people to know you're still married to her but that I'm the one she turns to when she needs a man. You understand, right?"
"Yes sir. If I may, sir, your cock sucker is pleased to welcome you into our home and I look forward to your continued guidance and direction."
Cindy came over and sat on Taylor's lap. "I'm proud of you my dear sweet husband."
"Thank you, Cindy."
"Now johnnie, I realize that you and Cindy have been together for many years and there is a familiarity between you two. But now that she's my woman I think it appropriate that you show her the same courtesy you show me. Agreed? Wonderful."
"Yes sir. I understand. Thank you, Ma'am," I said knowing Taylor was right.
"A couple items we need to discuss. I think as the man of the house that it should be me who has possession of the Mercedes. No need to make duplicate keys, johnnie. I have the title here. Just sign it and we're good to go. Oh, and I'll need some money to pay the taxes on it when I have the title put in my name. But no need to write a check. Just add me to your bank account and credit cards and that will make things easier for you."
"You're right sir. I apologize for not having thought of that before."
"You're forgiven, johnnie. Both Cin here and I have noticed how air headed you've become since you devoted yourself to my cock."
"Thank you, sir."
"And while we're on the subject, I feel it necessary for you to call me Mr. Reed or sir when in the presence of our clients and our families. It's not much to ask that you demonstrate your respect for me, is it?"
"Not a bit sir? I'm happy to show how much you mean to me."
My heart swelled with pride when he reached out and tussled my hair. "Good boy, johnnie. Good boy. Now hurry up with our dinner. Your wife and I are starving."
And so it was that I now had to depend on Taylor for everything. He and Cindy would ride up front and I would be in the back seat. I would hurry to open doors for them or even for Taylor when it was just he and I.
His control grew to include Cindy who was happy to please our man. Her shirts got shorter, her blouses more sheer, her bras disappeared. I watched as her makeup became more severe, more slutty.
I stayed home whenever Taylor would have my wife escort him to college parties. I suspected that he shared her with his friends and oddly, it kind of made me proud that he felt that the woman I'd been fortunate to wed was sexy enough to offer her to his buddies.
It was the same with client sponsored social events. Taylor and Miss. Cindy would get an invite; I would not. I would later learn that the two had attended a couple of swinging parties at which Taylor would pair off with the wife of one of our clients and Cindy would get to experience another man.
They had become quite a popular couple among our affluent clientele.
I admired him for that. Taking what he deserved to have and he deserved both Cindy and I and everything we had to offer. And if he wanted to share her with others, it was his prerogative.
My grooming began in earnest with Taylor finally breaking my will once and for all. My complete relinquishing of any shred of masculinity I had remaining despite months of catering and cock sucking disappeared when Taylor took me to task.
One day at work Taylor had the opportunity to take me to task. He read the contract I'd spent hours working on and he was not pleased. "You could have added performance incentives, johnnie. This is crap."
"Yes sir. I'll get right on it, sir."
