I loosened the yoke of servitude that was my neck tie as I exited my car and walked from the curb to the front porch. Tom had parked in my place in the driveway. It wasn't the only place of mine in which he parked. Tom is my wife's lover and I'm their cuckold.
I'd been distracted some and being in chastity for the last 30 days wasn't helping. Neither were the panties Cindy, my wife, had insisted I wear to the office this morning. She knew which buttons of mine to push and when I am wearing my panties, all I can think about is she and Tom fucking. Seeing his car in the driveway, I knew tonight would be more of the same.
"Surprise," my wife yelled as I entered the house. "Happy birthday johnnie," she said.
Tom came over and handed me a martini and put his arm over my shoulders. "Dude, this is your night."
Then he whispered, "Don't get used to it."
Cindy was wearing her dressing gown; a pink silk, floor length present from Tom.
Tom was wearing my bathrobe. I knew they'd already had sex.
Taking a drink from the martini, I thanked them for thinking of me.
"Oh, baby, do we have a surprise for you," Cin grinned.
"Let me guess. I get to eat Tom's cum from your pussy and suck his cock clean?"
"Now that wouldn't be much of a surprise baby, would it? No. We have something very special for you. It's something Tom thought of and I helped him choose."
I looked at Tom to see the big shit eating grin plastered on his handsome face.
He and I had been friends for years but after Cindy and I invited him into our bed, all that changed. It was gradual at first, being asked to perform certain tasks which became routine. Then, when I failed to do those tasks, Tom would remind me. Then he would reprimand me in front of my wife.
I guess most men would have raised hell with him at the very least. I am not most men. I liked Tom and admired him for a number of reasons, particularly the size of his cock and the way he brings my wife multiple orgasms.
I fell under his commanding way and submitted to he and Cin. Being submissive satisfied a need in me I was unaware of until Tom brought it out.
In a matter of a few months Tom became the man of the house and I their panty wearing, cock sucking cuckold.
I cannot say that I didn't enjoy my role as his cock sucker. I even surprised myself how natural I felt taking his big cock in my mouth before and after he fucked my wife. God help me but nothing tuned me on more.
An arousing, nasty, and somewhat satisfied feeling washes over me when my wife watches the man she married kneel and grovel before Tom, begging to suck his cock. I don't know why it was that when the two of them ripped my masculinity away from me, insisting I shave all traces of body hair and trade my boxer briefs for panties I happily complied.
Those of you who have experienced the overwhelming thrill of submission, wallowing in the degradation and humiliation of it, you understand what it's like to lose yourself when serving a real man or dominant couple.
I found myself loving the masterful way Tom treated me. So much so that I began to discuss my life online with others like me. Chatting with sexy cross dressing gay bois excited me to the point that Cindy became concerned with my masturbating several times a week and decided I should be put in a chastity device.
I read about all those CB 2000's and other plastic cages but Tom and Cindy felt that I required something better, more durable, and heavier. A constant reminder that they, not I control my penis. They, not I decide when I may pleasure myself.
Like it was yesterday, I remember the evening I stood before them naked. My dick had been wrapped in a wash cloth that had been in the freezer all day. Once my already little dick had shrunk to a button, I was treated to the "Watchful Mistress". She's stainless steel, extremely tight with a very secure lock which came with but a single key.
When asked to decide who should be the keeper of the key, I suggested Tom because, after all, he's the real man of the house.
My wife clapped and agreed, happy with my choice.
There are many different and contrary emotions that flowed through me once I relinquished control of my sex organ. I get almost dizzy when I think about how I surrendered so easily to Tom and Cindy. There is the giddy feeling that comes when the heavy device reminds me that others feel that I am unable to control my urges and I must depend on their kindness for my relief.
Should I have been locked up? Maybe, maybe not. But both Tom and Cindy tell me that I'm better off when under constant denial. My performance is enhanced as I work harder at pleasing them in my attempts to be permitted the freedom to masturbate.
Now as I stand before them with the knowledge that they have fucked and are in need of my services, my Watchful Mistress is filled with the potential erection she refuses me. It is a sublime torture.
"Take off your suit johnnie; right here, right now."
Always obeying Tom, I stripped down to the purple panties Cin had me wearing. My Watchful Mistress, already holding back the erection I was not permitted to have, was working overtime.
"Here baby," my wife said handing me a box gift wrapped in pink. "Open it."
I looked at their expectant faces as I opened my gift and pulled out a lacy white negligee top.
"Very pretty," I said.
"Try it on," Cin told me.
"Now?"
"Do it." The order came from Tom.
"Yes sir," I submitted. I pulled the delicate, lacy garment over my head. It fit nicely but only covered my chest, just below my tits.
"Now turn for us johnnie."
I did as my wife asked and pirouetted about.
