Chapter Twenty One - Sweet Capitulation
I knew that I was alone when I woke up on that big bed. Jackson and Elaine were no longer there beside me and clearly the sexual desire between my Wife and the man she now calls her 'Master' had been sated. I lay thinking about the night before (I seemed to be doing that a lot since I had been cuckolded) and the sexual acts that I had enjoyed that a week ago I would have thought impossible.
I thought about my best friend Alan, who now wished to go by the name of Alana, and the shock I had felt at discovering that not only was he bi-sexual, he was a cross dresser too. Furthermore his Wife Madeleine was having a baby by her Black Lover, Bruno, and that Alana had excepted it as normal, having made a joke at my expense about my powers of deduction (or lack of). Although I had never thought of myself as an alpha male, it had come as a complete surprise to me just how delicate and feminine my friend had become.
There was no way of denying it, Alana was very attractive. At the previous evening's party, her Wife Maddie had made me kneel before her nakedness and apologise to her in the most intimate fashion for ridiculing her forthcoming polyamouric marriage to Bruno. It had also cut me to the quick to see the tears in her eyes when I had so gruffly refused to give her away as a 'cuckold bride' to Bruno. I had additionally surprised myself with just how readily I had been to take her little penis in my mouth and pleasure her, as a full expression of my regret.
'Christ! Alana is getting married tomorrow and I am going to give her away.' I thought in a sudden panic, 'At a place called Mede Manor, on the South Coast. Where the hell is that. I hope Jackson knows.'
My evolution as a cuckold had also taken a leap forward in the heat of the loving last night between Jackson (who I now was increasingly thinking of as 'Master') and my Wife. They had both known exactly what they were doing when she had straddled my face and presented herself for penetration by her Master from behind.
Very quickly I had understood the duties of a cuckold in such a circumstance and had used my tongue to good effect on Master's prodigious testicles and manhood. As night follows day, Master had ejaculated in Elaine, whereupon his wet sticky cock had fallen out onto my face and within seconds the round head was nestling in the back of my throat. My first attempt at resurrecting a previously erupted cock was, as we all agreed, very successful.
In all truth, my manliness, sexuality and even my happiness were under strain and I was very aware that Elaine and Jackson were manipulating me down a road of total sexual capitulation. Under such circumstances I should have been totally conflicted and in deep misery but I was not; I knew that Jackson wanted me to submit to his ascendancy over me, and my whole body and mind was screaming for me to do so, but I could not. I needed to know one thing from my prospective 'Master', and only then would I kneel before him, accept his mastery over me and Elaine and we would then be his 'Black Owned' couple.
"Come on cj," said Elaine as she swept into the bedroom, "get out of that bed. I'm going to change the sheets."
I reluctantly crawled of the bed and stood naked, except for my little CB6000s penis restraint, and helped her open out the folded white linen. In much practised ease, Elaine and I threw the sheets over the bed and tucked them in. "Go and freshen up cj," she said while fluffing up the pillows, "and get that thing off and put it in some sterilizing fluid. You've had it on since yesterday haven't you?"
"Yes Mistress," I replied, in the respectful way that I had quite voluntarily recently adopted.
"And put Master's chain on your willy Dear. Just for now though, because we are going out later."
Ah the chain! The chain made from pieces from Elaine's broken bikini that Jackson had recovered from the beach and had made into an anklet for her, plus another chain for me. Along with a small pendant with his initial embossed upon it to wear on my penis for those occasions when a restraint or cage was not appropriate.
I felt curiously vulnerable after I had removed my restraint, thus rendering me fully naked, but once I had showered and dried myself, and then looped the small chain under my balls and positioned the 'J' pendant over the top of my small penis I felt a little better. Curiously, I hoped that Master Jackson would walk into the shower room so I could show him that I accepted his 'claim' on my manliness but I was to be disappointed.
"Hurry up and get dressed cj," Mistress called from the bedroom, "Master is making us breakfast. Eggs and bacon! We don't want to let it go cold."
'He's making breakfast?'
I hurried as directed by my better half, ran down the stairs (such is the pull of bacon and eggs) and then skidded to a halt in the Kitchen. "I'm ravenous Mast...", I nearly said, but stopped before I could get 'that word' out. I must have looked a little red in the face but Jackson said not a word but just kept flicking oil over the fried eggs with a spatula.
"Hey cj," he said as he lifted two eggs out of the pan then onto my plate - closely followed by two rashers of bacon, "I guess that you must be hungry after last night."
I said nothing in reply because I was a little embarrassed to be sitting in the same room as a man whose dark member had nestled in the back of my throat in those moments after he had eased it out of my Wife's vagina.
I ate my breakfast in silence as Jackson and Elaine chatted intimately like the two Lovers that they were (and still are to this day), but I was acutely aware that they were glancing at me meaningfully as they talked. Both, I know, were a little concerned about my silence and it wasn't before long that Jackson turned to me with a worried look on his face.
"Is something eating at you cj? If there is I think that we should talk about it now and get it off your chest." he said in a kindly voice.
"There is!" I replied, "But it's not what you might think."
As one, Jackson and Elaine replied, "What is it?"
"It's not what Alana and I did last night," I said - referring to my fellatio of her little penis (his or hers - take your choice), "or the next step that we took on my journey last night."
Both understood completely my reference to pleasuring Jackson's manhood, but they still retained that 'what the hell is he talking about' look on their faces. "Then what is it cj?" asked a now uneasy Elaine.
"I'm happy to take this cuckold thing as far as I can, and I will call you Master when I am ready." I replied to the pair of transfixed faces before me, "But I cannot do what Alana allows Bruno to do to her - him. In fact she said that she please him....," I made a couple of air quotation marks, "... in every way."
"Are you alluding to anal sex?" It was Elaine who asked the question, which took me by surprise as I was expecting Master Jackson to intervene.
Elaine and I both looked at Jackson in expectation, but nothing was forthcoming.
