My Wife's Girl Friend Ch. 08

After the party, life settled back to normal, or at least, what passed for normal with us. Louise continued to switch, being my wife for 6 days of the week, and then Emma’s girl friend every Thursday. I was locked into chastity when she switched, and the cage was only removed when she became my wife again. Emma still stayed with us one weekend every month, and I was kept in the cage in the garage, apart from when I was serving them. Very occasionally I would be allowed to sleep in the spare bedroom, and Emma would creep in in the middle of the night and join me, but mostly the two of them slept together when she was with us.

Louise and I never really talked about the evening of the party, when she had been made to take part in a sex game, and had lost, resulting in her being left helpless in a set of stocks, available for whoever wanted to use her for the night. I had sat with Emma, and watched my wife have sex with just about every guest at the party, men and women, and although she could have stopped it at any point by using her safe word, she never did, happy to spend the night as a sex slave for who ever wanted her.

In the vanilla segments of our life, we were a happily married couple, and still enjoyed a regular sex life. We had experimented with bondage but it never really seemed to work. I think that both of us found it difficult to switch into that space with each other. Louise had happily dominated me when she was with Emma, and the pair of them had tricked me into spending an entire weekend in a prison cell at the hands of the enigmatic Mistress, but we never seemed comfortable with that lifestyle when it was just the two of us.

Once night, when we curled up in bed, about to drift off to sleep, Louise asked me out of the blue if I had enjoyed sitting with Emma, watching her being used? Her hand was resting between my legs, and her question was answered when she felt my cock twitch, as I relived the image of seeing her on hands and knees, with a queue forming at both ends. She started to stroke me gently as she whispered in my ear.

“I felt so dirty, locked in the stocks, and feeling the cocks thrusting, in my mouth and behind me, in all my holes, unable to move as they filled me. They just kept on, and on. I lost count of the number of women I licked and sucked, of the number of times the men came inside me. When I was finally let out, I just collapsed on the floor, I couldn’t move. Someone had to carry me up stairs, I couldn’t even walk.”

Her hand was stroking me faster, her breath getting quicker.

“I’m finding myself missing it now, all those men, but Emma’s had an idea.”

Louise slid down between my legs and took me in her mouth, sucking me as I wondered what deviant idea Emma had come up with. I started to stroke her head, seeing the queue of men using her in my mind, while I watched, unable to stop them or join in. She felt me getting harder in her mouth, and paused, sliding back up my chest, her head close to mine.

“I want to do it again. I want to be a slut, to be used, to be passed around. I want to be owned.”

Her hand was stroking me faster, and I wasn’t sure if she was reliving the evening as a fantasy in her mind, or if she was being serious.

“Emma knows someone who will train me, but she says you have to agree. You have to agree to let someone else use me, own me, control my life. Will you?”

I exploded in her hand and felt her orgasm at the same time, her body convulsing and then resting against me. As we drifted off to sleep, I still wasn’t sure if she was being serious.

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I got home from work a couple of days later, surprised to find Emma waiting for me. This was not her regular day to be with Louise, and I don’t think she had ever come to the house on a random day before. She came into the house, and then, sitting with me on the couch, asked if Louise had spoken to me. I told her that, apart from a fairly graphic reliving of her experiences, she had just said that Emma ‘had an idea’. Emma looked at me in silence for moment, marshalling her thoughts, before taking a deep breath, and starting.

“Louise has realised that she has a really high sex drive. She thought that would be satisfied by being with me as well as you, but is starting to realise that she still needs more. That party was quite an awakening for her, she’s never been used like that before.”

Emma looked at me and sighed, gently stroking my face before continuing.

“We both think you are a lovely man, and we both want you to carry on being in our lives. Louise will never leave you, but she needs more. She needs to be controlled, to have someone completely dominate her, to be owned. I think you can do that eventually, but she will need to be trained first, and you will need help. I know someone we can send her to, who can start the process, but you will have to agree to let her go.”

Emma knew full well how turned on I had been seeing Louise being helplessly fucked by man after man at the party, and I knew that she could see how I was reacting now, my cock swelling inside my trousers. She gently slid her hand across my lap, feeling it poking at the material as she started to gently stroke.

“If we go ahead with this, you will be there when she is delivered, and we shall pick her up together afterwards. I will stay with you for the weekend while she is away.” She certainly felt my reaction to that. Emma was gorgeous, and even though she was Louise’s girl friend, she had joined me in bed on several occasions already, and I would always be happy for that to happen again.

Trying to compose myself, I asked her if they had discussed timings?

Emma giggled, and continuing to stroke, confessed, “We thought that we could do it this Friday?”

That was only a couple of days away, but that also meant that a weekend with Emma was also only a couple of days away. I realised that I had little alternative, but to agree. As I nodded my head, Emma clapped her hands and sprung off me, my swelling cock abandoned. “See you Friday,” she laughed, before leaving.

Louise came home a short while later.

“Did Emma come over?”

I told her she had been, and had told me their idea.

“And?”

The question hung in the air for a moment, Louise completely still, until I put her out of her misery.

“Yes.”

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Friday was suddenly upon us, and I came home from work to find Emma in the sitting room. She told me that Louise was upstairs getting ready, and when she came down, we would be leaving to take her for training. I had tried to get Louise to talk about it for the last couple of days but all she would say was that it was something she wanted to do, and hoped that I would let her. She had also started to refer to it as her training, and I had almost convinced myself that she was just going for a weekend course.

I heard my wife coming down the stairs, and she appeared dressed in a conservative skirt and top, her long back hair cascading down her back. She wasn’t carrying a case or a bag, and didn’t offer any explanation, just turning to Emma as she got to the foot of the stairs. Emma simply told us to follow her, and we went outside, getting in her car.

Emma sat me in the front with her as we drove off, Louise sitting wordlessly in the back, her hands clasped in her lap. Her face was flushed, and she was breathing quickly, and I suspected that she was wet beneath her skirt. We reached our destination in about 30 minutes, a nondescript detached house in a modern housing estate, and Emma told me to wait in the car.

I watched them get out, Emma taking Louise’s hand, and leading her up to the front door. As it opened, I got a quick glimpse of a tall, heavily built, shaven headed man, who kissed Emma, before taking Louise’s out-stretched hand and leading her inside. When Emma got back to the car, she started the engine and set off, without saying a word. I started to ask her about Louise but she stopped me.

“We are going to forget Louise now for the rest of the weekend. All you have to know is that she is safe, and that you will see her Sunday evening.”

I had to trust Emma, so I tried to take her advice. Emma tried to reassure me, telling me that Louise had a safe word that she could use if things got too intense. She also said that she would be ringing each day to talk to the ‘trainer’, as she called him, to make sure that Louise was okay. We spent the weekend together, as if we were a couple, even going grocery shopping on Saturday. Emma came and slept with me at night, and we had sex, nothing out of the ordinary, just a gentle coupling as we lay spooning next to each other.

Sunday afternoon arrived, and Emma told me that we would be picking up Louise at 5. As we got near to the house, she told me that I would have to go and get her. The instructions were quite specific.

“When we get there I will wait in the car. Go and knock on the door, and try not to react when it is opened. I don’t know exactly what you will find, but it may not be what you expect. If you are asked why you are there, just say, ‘I’m here for my bitch’. Those exact words, understand?”

I nodded and sat in silence until we arrived. The house looked as non descript as before, just another one in an estate of identical houses. Taking a deep breath, I walked up the drive and knocked on the door.

It was opened by a young woman dressed all in black, with short black hair, and black work boots. Remembering Emma’s instructions, I stammered, “I’m here for the bitch?”

Wordlessly the woman turned and walked away leaving me standing on the door step. I heard a slap, followed by a whimper, and then she returned, pulling a barefoot Louise behind her on a dog lead.

I was glad Emma had warned me not to be startled. Louise’s skirt had been roughly cut short, just reaching the top of her thighs, and barely covering her buttocks. Her top had also been hacked short, and just covered her breasts, her nipples clearly outlined underneath, revealing that her bra had been discarded. She had a gag in her mouth, and her hair was greasy, and scraped back into a rough pony tail. She was holding her hands behind her as if they were cuffed, and the collar around her neck was attached to the lead the girl was holding.