My Wife's Girl Friend Ch. 06

Nearly a year has passed since Louise and I had made our foray into the BDSM world, spending a weekend of domination and submission with a couple that we only knew as the Master and the Mistress. This had led to Louise’s personal awakening, and the realisation that she was bisexual, and after a period of dating, she had met Emma, who was now her girl friend. We were still together as a couple, and Louise switched between relationships. When she was with me, we were a happily married and outwardly conventional couple, but when she was with her girl friend, she was no longer married, and Emma was her partner.

After trying different scenarios, we had arrived at an arrangement that suited us all. Louise went out with Emma every Thursday, and then had her to stay at our house for a full weekend once a month. When she was with Emma, I was relegated to her slave, signified by her locking a chastity device on me, and removing her wedding ring. The switch to Emma’s girl friend was reversed when the cage was removed, and Louise became my wife agin, slipping the ring back on her finger. This switch of roles was further emphasised by me being forbidden to sleep in the house when Louise was with Emma. The garage had been converted into a dungeon that I was confined to during any free time, and contained a large dog cage that I slept in. I also took care of all the domestic chores, cooking and cleaning for the two of them when they were in the house together. To further emphasis my station, I was not permitted clothes, apart from a butler’s shirt and jacket that I wore to serve them after 6 pm in the evening. For the rest of the time, I was given a pair of Louise’s soiled panties to wear over my cock cage, and permitted to wear a butler’s apron if necessary.

The first time that Emma had spent the weekend, she and Louise had delighted in making my time as uncomfortable as possible, with continual humiliating tasks, insults and punishments. However, as the months had gone on, our relationships had stabilised, and I was now treated more as a butler, even though I still had to remain practically naked most of the time and sleep in my cage in the garage. Louise had been very keen to control my food and drink when we started, forcing me to eat only their left over scraps, and food that was unpalatable as possible, but as the weeks had progressed, she had softened to the stage that I was now allowed to make my own food, but I had to eat it on my own in the garage, after they had both finished dining.

When Louise was not with Emma, she switched back to being my wife, and our life continued as normal. We slept together, enjoyed a full sex life, and generally acted like any other couple. Louise was having the best of both worlds, she had a stable and committed relationship with me, and she had an exciting relationship with Emma when they were together. Louise had been open with me from the outset when she admitted that she wanted to be with a woman, through her dating, and then when she met Emma. We had both been frank about our experiences during the weekend with the Master and Mistress, and also on a subsequent occasion, when I was sent there and confined in their dungeon prison, so that Emma and Louise could have their first might together alone.

From the beginning, Emma had always ignored me as much as possible, and what little interaction there had been between the two of us had been unfriendly, with her going out of her way to make life as unpleasant for me as possible. However, in recent weeks, as the relationship between the three of us settled, she had softened somewhat. Although I was mostly ignored by the pair of them when Emma was there, she did acknowledge my presence from time to time, even uttering a rare “thank You,” on a rare occasion. A couple of times while I had been working in the kitchen, naked apart from Louise’s thong and an apron, I had felt her hand stroke across my bare buttocks as she walked passed, once even giving them a small squeeze, and a quiet “Nice,” under her breath, Emma was a total enigma outside of her relationship with Louise. I knew that, like my wife, she was also in a separate relationship, but who that was with, I had no idea. She might have told Louise, but even if she had, Louise kept it a secret.

Once week, a couple of days before Louise’s regular Thursday date night with Emma, we were in the garage together, looking for something in our storage. It seemed incongruous to have a human sized dog cage in the garage with us, but we had got so used to it that we never gave it a thought. While I was getting some boxes down, I saw Louise standing by the cage, running her hand along the bars, with a dreamy look in her eyes. Later that night, as we were cuddling in bed before going to sleep, she whispered to me, “What’s it like?”

I pretended not to know what she was talking about, although I had a pretty good idea.

“What’s it like, in the cage, when you are locked up? Is it frightening? Are you lonely?”

I told her that, to begin with it had seemed strange, both exciting but also frightening, as she locked me in there and then turned off the light, leaving me for the night in almost total darkness. I could still hear distant sounds in the house as they moved around and talked, and as the bedroom was over the garage, I could hear the muffled sounds of them having sex in bed together. The more time I spent in there, the more normal it listening to the sounds of another woman having sex with my wife. Although the nosies were distant, I had learned to tell the difference between the buzzing of the vibrators that they used on each other, the moans of delight as they brought each other to orgasm, the smacking sounds as they spanked each other, and more recently, the occasional swishing of a whip. I knew that Louise enjoyed quite rough sex, and there would often be tell-tail bruising on her buttocks and breasts, and love bites on her neck, when Emma left at the end of the weekend. I had sometimes tried to introduce some domination into our own sex play, but Louise never seemed as enthusiastic as I knew she was with Emma.

Louise was laid against me as I was telling all this, her hand gently stroking my cock, feeling it grow harder as I told her how much I could hear of what they were doing while i was locked away. Her breathing was getting faster as she stroked me, and I saw her other hand slip between her legs, before lifting it up to my mouth. I could smell her on her own fingers, and licked the wetness from her, before flipping her onto her back, and thrusting inside, pushing her shoulders into the mattress as she struggled beneath me. I closed my eyes, imagining her and Emma writhing together in our bed, as I lay listening in the garage below. Louise was moaning now, the very same sound I had heard in the darkness, and I came violently inside her, before rolling away to lie next to her.

As we both recovered, Louise rolled over to lay with her leg across me. I could feel the wetness dribbling out of her as she rested her head next to mine, her gentle breath on my ear. I was almost asleep as she whispered, “I want to go in there..”

Two days later, it was Thursday, Louise’s regular date night with Emma. As usual, we had breakfast together and then went off to work. Just before she left, we had our normal Thursday morning ritual, with her locking me into the cock cage before she left. When I came home that evening, I would undress, and remain naked for the evening, apart from a pair of Louise’s panties that I would find lying on the floor of the cell. I wouldn’t know until that evening if Louise was coming home, or going straight out with Emma. They normally came back here later, although sometimes they spent the night at a hotel, and again, I wouldn’t know that until the evening.

Louise’s car was in the driveway when I got home after work, so I knew would probably be getting ready to go out with Emma. As she wouldn’t want me upstairs unless she needed me, I went into the kitchen, on my way to the connecting door into the garage. I was surprised to find a note on the kitchen work surface with my name in large letters, along with “Read Me!” written on it.

I opened the note, to see Louise’s hand writing.

“Please do not get undressed yet. Wait for Emma to arrive and take instructions from her. You may look in the garage when you have finished reading this, but do not do anything when you see what is in there. Ignore anything that is said to you unless it comes from Emma.”

This didn’t really make any sense. The section, “do not do anything” was heavily underlined. The best way to understand what was going was to look in the garage, so I opened the door.

The light was on, and Louise was in the cage, naked, on her hands and knees. Her long hair had been pulled into a pony tail, and was tied to the bars above her. She had a ball bag in her mouth, forcing it wide open, and trails of drool dripped from her chin. Her eyes were wide open and pleading, and she was making a moaning sound into the gag. There was a hand written sign hanging on the cage door, “Emma’s Bitch”.

I stood watching in silence, as she kept moving restlessly, rocking from one hand to another. I guessed she was trying to release the tension on her wrists and ankles. The cage wasn’t big enough to stand up in, and with her hair tied to the bar, pulling her head up, she couldn’t lie down. I didn’t know how long she had been there, but realised that she must have put herself into that position. The cage door was slightly open, but there was another small note stuck to it, by the lock which simply said, “Close Me.” The cage was fitted with a sophisticated electronic lock that Louise could control from her phone, but there was also the original old-fashioned both on the outside. I stood over the cage, looking down at her wide pleading eyes, tears dripping silently down her cheeks, and smiled as I slid the lock shut, and stepped back out of the garage. I could hear her continue to wiper as I shut the door, and then grinning evenly to myself, flicked off the light, hearing her cry out into the gag as she was plunged into darkness.