By the time we arrived home at 3pm, I was exhausted from the emotional drain of my shopping ordeal. Also, she still hadn’t allowed me to eat anything all day. The moment we went inside, I reminded her of that fact. She then allowed me to finish the scraps she had left over at breakfast.
The food was woefully insufficient to curb my appetite. When I complained about it, she explained that she wanted me extra weak when our company arrived later. When I questioned her about this, she simply explained that Xenia said it would take most of the resistance out of me and make me more submissive.
Terri wanted the house spotless before our company arrived, so she had me spend the next 3 hours cleaning the house while wearing my new French Maid’s outfit. She then had me take another shower. Afterwards, she dressed me up in a particularly slutty looking outfit I had been forced to purchase earlier. It was a silky, tight fitting, one piece mini dress that left three fourths of my thighs exposed. She had me wear panties and bra underneath, and stockings with a garter belt This time she applied make up too.
After she fixed the wig, Terri had me stand in front of the full length mirror to take a good long look at myself. At first, both my face and my slender 178 pound body looked almost passable with the stuffed bra underneath my dress. As I walked up closer to the mirror, however, my face just looked like a guy in drag, even with all the make up. Nevertheless, my smooth, hairless body began to feel very sexy underneath the feminine clothing.
The doorbell rang at 6 sharp.
“Go answer the door!” Terri instructed.
“B-but…” I started to protest, but Terri interrupted.
“Don’t give me any fucking back talk, slut! Do it!” she demanded. I nervously walked to the door. I stood there for a moment. The bell rang again.
“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” Terri screamed. I sheepishly opened the door to find Xenia and Peter standing there. Peter just looked at me and chuckled. My stomach churned.
“Don’t ever again make me ring this bell twice! Do you understand?” Xenia asked.
“Yes.” I replied. Xenia and Peter walked right past me, carrying what appeared to be video equipment. Terri walked into the living room to greet them. She then embraced Peter, and gave him a long, deep kiss. I felt pangs of jealousy and humiliation strike me.
“You did a nice job on him.” Xenia mused while removing her trench coat. She wore the very same dominatrix attire as she did the night before. But now in the daylight, I noticed that her body was particularly well defined. The woman was clearly a bodybuilder. We went up to the master bedroom, where they quickly set up the camera on a tripod. Within a minute, the film was rolling.
“So how did it go last night?” Xenia asked Terri.
“Pretty well, except that he came without my permission.” Terri responded.
“He did WHAT?” Xenia retorted.
“He came while eating my pussy.” Terri explained.
“Was he stroking himself?” Xenia asked.
“I don’t think so. I think it was involuntary.” Terri replied.
Xenia looked straight in my eyes and asked, “Were you stroking or rubbing your cock against anything?”
“No.” I lied.
“I find this hard to believe, but I will not question Terri’s judgment. You will still be punished for cumming without permission, although far less severely than if you had voluntarily came!” Xenia explained to me.
“How did the butt plug go last night?” Xenia asked Terri.
“We used the small and medium ones.” Terri replied.
“Oh? How did his pussy handle them?” Xenia smirked.
“He shit both of them out.” Terri explained.
“Oh he DID, did he? And did you enforce the standard punishment for this?” Xenia asked, obviously taking charge.
“Yes, both times.” Terri responded. I could see a twinkle of approval in Xenia’s eyes.
“Well, let’s see how he does with the largest one! May I have it please?” Xenia asked Terri. Terri quickly produced it along with a tube of lubricant and handed it to Xenia.
“Get up on the bed, pull up your dress, pull down your panties, and present your pussy to me.” Xenia instructed.
Terri aimed the camera at me as I assumed the position. Xenia instructed me to lower my head and shoulders, then arch my back when I present my pussy. She also instructed that future demands for this position would be expressed simply by the word “present.”
Satisfied with my position, she approached me and applied ample lubricant along the crack of my ass. She wasted no time probing the huge plug into my asshole. But it took her several minutes of pushing, pulling and twisting to work the widest part of the plug through the rim of my asshole. I groaned loudly and shuddered visibly as it passed through. Then I moaned softly as she pushed the rest of the plug in. By then, my cock was rock hard. The three of them laughed, and I flushed with humiliation.
Xenia then slid her hands under my dress until she found my bra. She then worked her hands under my bra and forcefully squeezed and tweaked my nipples. I whimpered in pain, and my cock momentarily softened to a semi erect state. It was obvious that Terri had learned this trick from her.
“That’ll keep you conscious of your tits as well as your stuffed pussy!” she exclaimed. Terri snickered upon hearing this.
“Now pull up your panties, and pull down your dress. Then kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed, facing the bed.” Xenia instructed.
I could feel the fullness of the huge plug with every movement I made. My cock completely rebounded. Pangs of jealousy and humiliation struck me as I watched Terri and Peter quickly undress and climb onto the bed. I quickly realized what was about to happen.
“Watching my wife being fucked by another man was NEVER a fantasy of mine! STOP this!” I exclaimed.
“But being forced to watch your dominant woman being fucked by her lover IS one of your fantasies. I remember your exact words, Mike. You said that your dominant woman would deserve ALL the pleasure that she’s willing to pursue! I knew right then and there that your head was in the right place! That’s what I liked MOST about you, Mike. Now, need I remind you that your wife IS your dominant woman? She your Goddess wife, Mike. You need to be broken this weekend, slut, and this is all a part of breaking you.” Xenia responded.
Terri and Peter deep kissed for a while. Then she began sucking his enormous cock. I burned hot with jealousy and shame.
“Watch her closely, slut. You’ll be doing that soon!” Xenia mused.
Was she referring to her dildo, or a cock? The thought soon passed as I was forced to watch Terri deep throat the full length of Peter’s cock. Even though my cock is much smaller than his, Terri never came close to deep-throating me. Her closely trimmed pussy soon started to glisten with juices.
“Ask Peter to please fuck your Goddess wife now, slut! Ask him to please fuck her until she cums over and over again!” Xenia demanded.
“P-please fuck my Goddess wife now. Please fuck her until she cums over and over again.” I repeated, burning with humiliation. Xenia laughed wickedly.
Terri moaned as Peter parted her cunt lips with his huge cock. Then she quivered as he slowly buried his cock deep inside her. Soon, he was fucking her. I couldn’t believe how many times she came in the course of the next few minutes. She completely lost herself during her last orgasm, and began screaming at the top of her lungs. She even dug her nails deep enough into his back, and drew small beads of blood. That put him over the edge, and he came along with her. He grunted and groaned and he continued to solidly pump her during his orgasm. When spent, they embraced each other’s sweaty body, and kissed languidly.
“You never made her cum like that, did you?” Xenia asked me.
She was right. Even though Terri and I had experienced many wonderful lovemaking episodes together, none ever quite reached the fever pitch of what I had just witnessed. I burned with envy and shame.
“Answer me!” Xenia demanded.
“N-no.” I admitted.
“And in your submissive fantasies, your dominant woman deserved all the pleasure that she was willing to pursue, didn’t she?” she asked.
“Yes.” I replied.
“Yes, her pleasure was the FOCUS of your fantasies. And that’s the way it SHOULD be! Therefore, you should want Peter to fuck Terri as often as SHE wishes! You saw how much pleasure it gave her, DIDN’T you?” Xenia asked.
“Yes.” I admitted.
“Then ask Peter to please fuck your Goddess wife as often as she wishes.” she instructed.
“Please fuck my Goddess wife as often as she wishes.” I repeated.
“Don’t you worry about that, I intend to!” Peter responded.
“Yes, and often!” Terri added. Xenia’s wicked laugh further fueled my humiliation to an even higher pitch.
“OK slut, pull down your panties again and pull out your butt plug.” Xenia instructed.
As I did this, I watched Peter get off the bed and Terri position herself in the middle of the bed face up. I shuddered as I pulled the widest part of the plug through the rim of my asshole. Xenia quickly took the plug from me. When I started to pull my panties back up, Xenia told me to leave my panties down and to kneel on the foot end of the bed facing Terri. As I complied, Terri slowly spread her legs.
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