Everyday Humiliations
By Brian Masters
I can’t believe how nervous I am walking into my own living room. I’ve been busy carrying his belongings up the stairs to the bedroom I’ve shared with my wife for the past 8 years and now I must check in with the happy couple to see what else they need.
“Excuse me, I hate to intrude, but I’ve carried all of Sir’s bags up to our room and am just wondering what else you might need.”
My wife peels herself away from her lover’s embrace to look at me with what can only be described as annoyance. “First off,” she says, “That’s my room. Well, mine and Jake’s. It’s not yours any longer so you’d better get used to that right now mister. You need to move all of your things out of the closet and dressers and neatly place Jake’s things in their place. Second, don’t ever interrupt us again without properly addressing us both. You started this whole thing, remember? So, you’ll behave appropriately, or I’ll have Jake punish you. Do I make myself clear?”
The man on the couch with my wife smirks at me as he gently fondles her right breast. She leans into him and looks at me like I’m the village idiot, waiting for me to catch up to the conversation.
“Oh, yes Ma’am. I’m sorry. I forgot myself for a moment. I’m very sorry. It didn’t occur to me that Sir would be taking my place in the master bedroom. I thought he’d be sleeping in the spare room.”
My wife smiled and said, “And that’s why we do the thinking for everyone around here, because you’re too simple minded. There must be a direct correlation between the size of your penis and the size of your brain.”
Jake snorted back laughter as my wife giggled over her own joke. She then said, “Now get on with your work so I can have some alone time with the man of the house.”
With that she turned her back to me and began making out with her new lover. They ignored me so I excused myself and made my way upstairs to finish unpacking Jake’s things and moving myself into the guest bedroom.
As I worked, I thought back to when this whole thing started. Not to put too fine a point on it but it really was all my idea. I’d seen the bored look on my wife’s face as we made love and I knew the fault was all mine. I’d never been very good in bed, always shooting too soon, and my dick is too small. I always thought I was average until after I was married. Jane, that’s my wife, laughed the first time she saw my penis. She said she was sorry, but the sting of that moment stayed with me.
She always said sex with me was fine. Isn’t that a glowing endorsement? Fine. Oh, I know she loves me, of that there’s no doubt. But I also know I let her down in many ways. I’m not very assertive, so I tend to always be on the short end of things. Like my job. I don’t even make half as much as Jane does and my work is truly humiliating. I work in a call center for the cable company, spending my days being called any number of degrading names. And I take it, because I lack the courage to ever talk back to anyone.
I never deserved a woman like Jane, everyone said so, all my friends and ****** were amazed when they met her. But she saw something in me no one else ever did. Well, that is until she got to know me. Now I see in her eyes the same look I get from everyone else. Pity and disgust. There is love in her eyes too, but mostly disappointment.
Enter Jake. It started as a pity party on my end after another disappointing night of sex for Jane. It was our anniversary, and I blew it as usual. We got all dressed up, had an expensive dinner, and went to bed ready for a night of mind-blowing sex. She looked amazing in the new lingerie she’d bought for this occasion, and I as usual blew my load way too fast. I didn’t even get inside her. I came on her leg as I was climbing on top of her. She was pissed. And she cried in frustration.
So, I came up with the idea of her taking a lover. I’d read a ton of stories about cuckolding online and had fallen into the rabbit hole of interracial porn a long time ago, so I told her I thought she’d be happy with a black man for a lover. Big mistake.
I won’t get into too many of the details after that. I talked her into watching some movies and then reading some stories and blogs, and before long she was hooked. We spent some time researching and couldn’t agree on a bull for her. But then fate lent a hand in the way of Jane’s new boss. Jake took over her department and it was lightening in a bottle for the two of them. Had she not been married; they’d have fucked that first night. Instead, she invited him home for dinner and the rest is history.
Now I’m folding his underwear and placing them in the drawer that used to hold my boxers. I sniff back a tear as I move this muscular man into what used to be my bedroom. I love my wife so much, I have no problem making her happy in this way, but sometimes I regret putting us in this position. The more time she spent with Jake, the more inferior I felt, and soon I was asking her to move him in and treat me like a servant. I actually said those words to her. I never thought she’d agree so quickly.
And now he’s moving in today. Jake will be sharing the bed with Jane while I sleep in the spare room right next door. I’ve slept in there before mind you, like when he stays over, but he always leaves in the morning and I crawl back into bed with my beautiful wife to snuggle. I suppose those days are gone now.
My reverie is broken by the sound of Jake’s voice, “Hey boy, come down here.” I hear my wife giggling at the way he speaks to me, and my face turns bright red.
I make my way downstairs and into the living room to see my wife straddling Jake’s lap facing him with her shirt removed. Her bra is pulled up over her breasts and Jake is practically mauling them both as she moans in pleasure.
“Oh, there you are boy.” The smug black man says. “Are you finished in my bedroom? I want to take your wife up there and fuck her till she passes out.”
Jane laughs and shakes her tits in Jake’s face as she throws me a sadistic grin over her shoulder. “Yes boy, I want my man’s dick right now, so I hope your chores are finished in our room. You can start setting up your new room while we have some fun.” She says it with such cruelty I’m shocked that she still feels any love for me at all.
With my head bowed and my eyes filling with tears I answer them, “Yes Ma’am, Yes Sir, your room is ready for you. I’ll be in my room setting things up if you need anything.”
Jake said, “Listen boy, I can’t have your wife getting confused about the hierarchy around here, so I’ve left a little gift for you in your room. You finish your chores first and then you can open it. You’ll know what to do with your gift so once you’ve got yourself ready, you come knock on our door and show us how much you love it.”
I was shocked and more than a little worried, but I simply whimpered out a nervous, “Yes Sir” and watched as they made their way upstairs, giggling at a private joke.
Our house is situated so that the master bedroom and bathroom take up the entire second floor. My wife wanted a huge bedroom, walk in closet, and a large bathroom with a jacuzzi tub and a walk-in shower. It really was a wonderful setup. The guest room, however, was jammed in between the living room and kitchen as an afterthought. It was a small room with barely enough space for a single bed and one tiny dresser. There was a tiny bathroom across the hall with a small sink, toilet and tub with no room to move around much. I felt like a fool as I began unpacking my belongings and soon realized that I didn’t have enough room for my clothing. I’d have to hang my work clothes in the hallway closet with our coats.
It didn’t take me very long to set up my new room but before I’d finished, I could hear energetic sex taking place above my head. My wife was crying out in ecstasy over and over as the headboard from the king size bed bounced against the wall in a rapid pattern.
Hoping to distract myself I finally picked up the box I’d been avoiding since entering the room. It was a large rectangular box roughly 2 feet long and a foot deep, and it was wrapped in pink tissue paper with a large pink bow on top. There was a card attached so I opened that first. The card inside the envelope had a picture of a puppy in a diaper wearing a bonnet on its head with the caption, It’s a Big Day for Baby, written in pink script above the picture.
My hands were shaking as I opened the card and read the inscription inside. “It’s time to decide boy. Will you accept what’s in this box and continue to make your wife happy? Or will you disappoint her as usual and go back to your boring ass life? There can be only one man in this house, and we all know it isn’t you. Make the right choice boy.”
I took several deep breaths to calm my nerves as I ripped away the wrapping paper and slid the top from the box to reveal its contents.
I couldn’t breathe. I felt sick to my stomach. There was no way I could continue. It was time to put a stop to this once and for all. I had to take my life back and be the man I always though myself to be for my wife.
I angrily slammed the top back onto the box and got ready to run upstairs and tell them both it was over. But I could hear my wife’s cries of passion as the bed slammed against the wall over and over. She was calling out Jake’s name and telling him to fuck her harder and to make her cum again. I’d never heard her so satisfied. She deserved this happiness, and I knew in my heart I could never give it to her. I was not man enough to satisfy her sexual appetite and we both knew it too well. I began to sob like the pitiful loser I now knew myself to be as I reached for the box I’d left on my new bed.
I took out the contents one by one examining each one with an increasing look of horror on my face. First there was a pink teddy with white ruffles on the ends of the short sleeves. Next a pair of white lace, thigh high stockings with a lacy fringe on the tops. Things got progressively worse as I then lifted out an oversized pink diaper with puppies and kittens pictured all over it. There was a pink and white lace bonnet and a pink plastic binky with a rubber nipple. A pair of shiny, black, little girl’s shoes filled the bottom of the box in my size, and beneath them was another envelope which I opened with shaking hands.
The note inside read, “If you’ve come this far, you might as well go all the way boy. Let your wife know without a doubt that I’m the only man around here. Go into your bathroom and shave all the hair from your body below your eyebrows, then apply the lotion and powder you’ll find under the bathroom sink. Be quick boy, we’ll be waiting for you upstairs. I want to surprise my woman with the gift of her new sissy hubby. I can’t wait to see her face when she gets a look at you. Don’t you dare disappoint me boy.”
I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t. I sat on the bed weeping like a little girl as I listened to my wife being fucked harder than I imagined possible by the muscular black man who’d taken my place in her bed. I’d never felt so inferior. I was listening to a real man fuck. His masculine grunts combined with her whimpers and pleas for more beat a tattoo into my head in time with the headboard crashing against the wall. It was primal in its intensity, and I felt my little cock begin to twitch and pulse at the sounds of my sweet wife being roughly nailed above me.
I don’t remember making the choice. I don’t remember gathering up the contents of the box and moving into the bathroom. By the time my mind caught up to my body, I was lathering up my armpits with shaving cream. I had very little body hair to speak of a fact my wife teased me with often. She said I looked like a preteen girl when I was naked, so it didn’t take me long to remove the hair from my face and body.
I was flushed red with humiliation as I pulled the diaper between my legs and fastened it snugly into place with the sticky tabs. Oh god I felt like such a fool. As I slid the stockings up my legs one at a time, I became hard as a rock in my diaper from the silky feel of the nylon against my hairless legs. The tip of my 4-inch penis was rubbing against the inside of the diaper, wetting it with sticky precum.
By the time I finished dressing I had to reach down and squeeze my tiny pecker to keep from shooting inside my diaper. I was beyond humiliated by how turned on I was. I looked in the full-length mirror attached to the inside of the bathroom door and fresh tears filled my eyes in horrific embarrassment. I was a grown man dressed like a baby girl. A five-foot five-inch toddler. I picked up the ridiculous binky and made my way upstairs and about halfway up I heard my wife scream out yet another orgasm as Jake grunted his own happy ending. They’d been fucking for well over an hour and had just finished. My god, the man had incredible stamina. I truly felt like the wimpy sissy he was turning me into.
I stood outside the door to a room I’d lived in for years shaking with fear. It took all the strength I had just to lift my hand and knock. I heard Jake’s voice say with an amused lilt, “Who is it?”
My wife giggled and I heard her say, “You’re so bad.”
I practically whimpered, “It’s me sir.”
They were both laughing loudly as he said, “Me who?”
I knew what he wanted to hear. It was the dreaded nickname my lovely wife had given me long before any of this had started.
I cleared my throat and said, “It’s me Sir, it’s Fluffy.”
They burst into fresh laughter and Jake could barely speak as he finally got out the words, “Come in boy.”
I put the binky in my mouth and reached for the doorknob, my hand trembling in fear and excitement. When I entered the room, the laughter stopped cold. They both stared at me open mouthed from their position in the center of the king-sized bed, where they lay holding each other’s naked, sweaty bodies. They looked amazing. Like a beautiful painting of what raw sex should look like.
The spell broke for them both at the same time and their laughter cut me like the sharpest blade. Jake was trying to speak through his laughing, and I got the gist of his thoughts. Basically, he was saying, “I can’t fucking believe you did it.”
Jane was laughing so hard she doubled over in the bed and began slapping the mattress with both hands.
I stood there for several minutes till they got themselves under control and I wept and sobbed like a child. My wife spoke the first intelligible sentences. “What the fuck? Are you fucking kidding me? What kind of man did I marry? You look like some sissy faggot from those websites I caught you looking at. Damnit Paul, I had no idea what a useless wimp you were until I had a real man to compare you with.”
She looked disgusted now that the initial shock was over and the laughter had died down. Jake said, “Now baby, don’t be too hard on the sissy. White boys can’t help themselves. When their wives finally get a taste of that good ole black dick, white boys can finally relax and convert to their natural form. They’re all sissies at heart. They just need a little push to help them accept the truth.”
Jane snuggled in closer to her new man and said, “Well Jake honey, you were right all along. My husband is a closet queer. It didn’t take you long at all to bring out his sissy side. I mean look at him sucking on that binky like it’s a tiny cock. And I’ll bet his tiny wiener is all stiff and gross in that diaper.”
Jake ominously said, “Oh you don’t have to worry about that useless little thing much longer. I have an idea for dealing with it permanently soon enough.”
I couldn’t bring myself to speak so I just stood there sucking nervously on my binky and wiping the tears from my cheeks.
My wife pulled the covers up to her neck and said, “I feel gross letting the little fag see me naked. I don’t want him looking at me like that any longer.”
Jake said, “No, your body is off limits to Fluffy from now on. In fact, I have a whole set of rules we need to discuss. Get your ass over here Fluffy and stand next to my side of the bed. We need to have a little talk about your new position in my house.”
Jane lay her head on his shoulder and smiled up at him in what can only be described as worship. I gulped loudly and made my way over to the spot on the floor my wife’s lover pointed to. I knew the few steps I was taking were leading me into a brand-new phase in my life and I was scared to death but deeply excited at the same time.
End of Part One
Part Two
Jake really did lay down the rules for me that night. I was no longer allowed to see my wife’s naked body unless they specifically allowed me to. For her part, Jane wore the most revealing clothing around the house just to keep me perpetually frustrated. She would laugh out loud when she saw me gawking at her, knowing my tiny penis or clitty as they make me call it, was straining in its plastic prison. Yes, they made me wear a chastity cage now. Jake made me go to an adult toy store and buy it myself from the young girl who works there.
Another rule is that I’m always dressed in girly clothes. Not even women’s clothing, no I’m always dressed like the fantasy sissies you see on fetish sites. Ruffled dresses and frilly panties. Socks with lace fringe around the ankles and black Mary Jane shoes. A curly blonde wig like Shirly Temple hair with a large pink bow in it. I wear silky white gloves that reach up to my elbows and the ever-present diaper. The worst part is the makeup. For all the clothing that reduces me to looking like a deranged little girl, the makeup is like a whore’s worst nightmare. I’m forced to makeup my face in bright colors. Blue eyeshadow and red rouge for my cheeks. Deep red lip gloss, black eyeliner, and fake eyelashes. It takes me an hour every morning just to do my makeup, so I have to get up extra early to have breakfast ready for my wife and her lover.
Yes, I did say every morning. Jake made me go to work dressed like I’ve just described and quit my job. My coworkers laughed and laughed as I packed up my desk. I’ve lost the respect of everyone I’ve ever known. Now I serve as a housekeeper for this arrogant black man and my beautiful wife. You may ask, why don’t I just leave? If you must ask, you really don’t understand the cuckold mindset. I’m so in love with my wife that I’ll do anything to make her happy. Jake makes her happy. And my tiny dick stains against its cage all the time to remind me just how much I love the way this all makes me feel. The delicious humiliation is too alluring for me to leave. It’s like a powerful drug to me and the worse they treat me, the more I crave their attention.
So here I am serving drinks to Jake and Jane as they watch a movie together. They’re cuddled together on the couch like an old married couple. Jane is wearing one of Jake’s white button-down work shirts, a pair of panties, and nothing else. The shirt is unbuttoned, and I can see her shapely breast any time she moves. Well side boob anyway, I haven’t seen her nipples in weeks.
Jake is completely naked, something he greatly enjoys, and is sitting there like a king with my beautiful wife tucked under his arm, her head resting on his muscular chest. She’s absentmindedly stroking his massive cock as they watch the movie. Jake isn’t even completely hard yet and his cock dwarfs my tiny white clitty, making me look like a toddler in comparison.
Even though there’s a table beside the couch, I’m on my knees before the couple holding a tray with their drinks on it. My arms are tired and sore from holding it like this by I know better than to complain. I’m being punished right now for not getting Jake’s golf shoes clean enough. I really thought they were fine, but he insisted they didn’t shine enough so now I have to kneel here for hours, only moving when their drinks need refilling. I know I’ll do a better job cleaning his shoes from now on.
When the movie finally ended I started to move like I was getting up and Jake stopped me with his stern voice. “The fuck you think you’re doing Fluffy? No one told you to move.”
“I’m sorry Sir, I thought…”
Jane laughed and said, “You thought? With that tiny sissy brain of yours? Who told you that you could think? Haven’t you learned yet to always let your superiors do the thinking for you hubby?”
“Yes Ma’am, I’m sorry Ma’am. What can I do for you both?” I said with my head bowed.
Jane snorted in disgust. I was amazed at how she’d taken to humiliating me. My lovely wife had a mean streak in her and once I showed my true colors, she learned how much she enjoyed dominating me. I know she still loves me very much, but she uses that love to placate her strong desires. In her love for me she found her true nature as a dominant woman. She started out just trying to please me and my fetish, but now knows how much she loves abusing me.
“You just stay where you are Fluffy. I want to ride my man for a while, and I want to feel your tongue in my ass while I do it.”
I was shocked by her statement as it would mean not only could I see her naked ass but touch it as well. I stuttered out a pitiful, “Yes Ma’am, thank you so much!”
“Don’t get too excited my little cucky Fluffy, after all I only want you to lick my asshole. I mean think about it hubby. I’m going to climb up on another man’s cock and fuck him right here in the house you bought and paid for while you stick your tongue into my asshole. How pitiful is that? My husband, the man of the house, reduced to an ass cleaner to his wife. You are so pathetic Paul; I swear I’m more disgusted by you every day.” My wife said as her lover smiled down at me in triumph.
With tears filling my eyes and my little clitty so hard it was painful against the sides of its cage, I whispered “Yes Ma’am, I’m sorry for being so pathetic. I love you so much Ma’am.”
My wife sneered down at me saying, “Awe, I love my little hubby too. Now get your face up my ass where it belongs so I can fuck a real man you sissy wimp.”
Saying that my lovely wife straddled her lover’s lap and began lowering herself onto his massive cock. I could smell how aroused she was and remained amazed at how wet she gets for him. They only need lube when he takes her ass, her pussy is always fully lubricated for Jake. I think my wife is always wet when he’s around, as though her pussy is Pavlov’s salivating dog.
As I crawled up to position my face behind my wife’s perfect ass I caught a glimpse of Jake’s smug expression and felt a fresh wave of submissive shame wash over me. Here I was, a married man, about to lick my wife’s sweaty ass as she fucked this black man. And he looked at me like I was nothing. He felt no guilt or embarrassment as he took my wife right in front of me, in fact he seemed to relish the power he held over me. Jake loves nothing more than to humiliate white boys, so this was more than sex for him. It was also a power trip as he got to hold dominion over a suburban white couple like he owned us both. Well, I know he owns me. I feel it every day and night. I feel his raw power and superiority from across the room and being on my knees before him is such a rush of submissive humiliation that I can barely stand the pain in my straining penis as I watch him lord his power over my wife and myself.
“Put me in her boy” The large, black man says with a touch of humor in his voice. My wife moans at his power over me as I grip his massive shaft in my now tiny hand. I never thought I had small hands till I tried to wrap my fingers around Jake’s dick. I looked dainty in comparison to his tool, and the bright pink fingernail polish adorning my fingertips made that fact stand out clear as day while I guided the enormous cock toward my wife’s precious, pink, pussy.
Jane moaned in immense pleasure as she slid down onto Jake’s cock. A wet squelching sound accompanied the insertion of her lover’s cock inside of my wife and she giggled at the farting sound it made. Her giggling turned quickly to moans of lust as my sweet Jane began fucking up and down on Jake’s thick, black, cock.
I wasted no time and began kissing my wife’s ass with passion, working hard to keep my face in line with her perfect ass cheeks as she rode her boyfriend’s cock faster and harder with each passing second. I soon matched her rhythm and was tongue fucking her asshole in time with Jake’s fucking of her stretched out pussy.
Jane was yelling out in pleasure and unbridled lust as she groaned and humped away at her lover. Sweat was pouring down the crack of her ass and into my waiting mouth as I continued to service her dirt hole with my lapping tongue.
Occasionally I felt Jake’s huge balls slap against my chin while I licked my wife and the torment of knowing those full, black, orbs would soon be shooting their thick, creamy, load deep into my wife’s unprotected womb. I closed my eyes to block out the intense feelings of shame and degradation over the thought of explaining a black baby to my ******.
And still they rode on, fucking each other with explosive passion, shouting each other’s names over and again as they fucked like honeymooners. Every now and then my wife would yell a sharp command over her shoulder. “Faster sissy, lick faster!” or “Get that tongue up my shitter boy!” and even “Clean my ass, it’s all you’re good for you limp dick faggot!”
The last one should have been enough to make me quit but instead Jane’s words only sparked by need to be humiliated into a raging flame and I redoubled my efforts to please her.
The wet slapping, squishing sounds grew faster and louder as my Jane bounced harder and harder on Jake’s superior cock. The scent of their sex was overwhelming to me as was the pungent taste of my wife’s ass. The combination drove me crazy with lust and I moaned into her asshole as I tried to get my tongue as far into it as possible. My nose was hurting from the pummeling it was taking from Jane’s tailbone with each savage downward thrust. I could only imagine how Jake was molesting my wife’s breasts as I heard her tell him to bite her nipples harder.
It was such an erotic scene that I once again marveled at how our lives had taken this remarkable turn.
I felt my tiny balls tighten up and knew I could not last much longer. I knew Jane was counting on this as she loved to see Jake punish me for the most severe infraction of “squirting my sissy goo” as they laughingly called my ejaculations. But oh god, it was simply too much for my poor sissy body to take. Dressed like a demented little girl with my once proud penis locked in a pink, plastic prison, I was on my knees licking the asshole of my greatest love while she fucked a superior man in our living room. That image alone was enough to satisfy my sissy cravings but the added sensory overload of the smells and sounds of their fucking was simply too much for me to take.
With a shuddering whimper I felt my poor excuse for a penis begin to leak its meager load into the plastic cage. I shivered in shame and revulsion over what a useless wimp I had become as I felt my “sissy dribbles” make the inside of my diaper slimy against my skin.
Jane knew from the vibrations of my sigh that I’d cum and I heard her laughingly say in a breathless whisper, “Oh darling, our sissy just dribbled its useless goo into its diaper. You’ll need to punish it after you finish ravaging me.”
Jake said, “Oh that’ll be my pleasure baby. Your dumb ass hubby done fucked up good this time.”
They both laughed as they continued to fuck with wild abandon leaving me to shiver in shame with my tongue buried up my wife’s shitter. The aftermath of my orgasm left me feeling nothing but horrible shame and humiliation in what my wife refers to as “cuckold’s regret”. It’s that feeling sissies like me get after shooting our load. The embarrassment is so intense afterward that it’s even more degrading to continue with whatever activities are happening. In this case, I had to keep licking my wife’s ass as she bounced up and down on her lover’s massive black cock, when all I truly wanted to do is crawl away and cry over my pathetic inferiority.
Jane and Jake continued fucking for another 20 minutes as I knelt there in my slimy, wet diaper and licked away like a good cuckold husband. I felt Jake’s balls tense against my chin and knew his orgasm was imminent. Jane screamed out another orgasm making the total for her 8 by my count and then Jake growled like a jungle cat as he emptied his huge balls into my beautiful wife.
I felt each pulse as his balls constricted with every shot of thick, superior, cum into my wife. I knew it would be a huge load and hoped with all my heart I’d be allowed to lick it all out of Jane’s well used pussy. How pathetic is that? I’d willingly eat another man’s cum just for a taste of my own wife’s pussy.
The happy couple kissed and whispered lovingly to each other as they came down from their coital bliss. I continued lapping away at my wife’s asshole as I heard them kissing and laughing together. Then Jane said, “Just listen to the useless little bitch licking my ass like a puppy dog. How pathetic is my little husband? What do you think Jake? Should we let him have his creampie?”
Jake made a thoughtful sound of “Hmmm” as he drew out my torment. “I don’t think so baby. We must train the bitch to get used to not having any kind of sexual contact with you. I mean that’s my pussy, right? So, I don’t want some whimpering, sissy, bitch touching my pussy.”
Jane giggled as she said, “You’re right as always lover. This is your pussy, so it should be off limits to my wimpy husband. I’m going to take a shower while you explain things to our sissy.”
Then she kissed him, lifted herself off his cock with a moan from her and a soft squelching sound from her pussy, the then crawled off his lap and left the room without a word for me. It was unbelievably humiliating to be treated that way by my own wife.
Jake snapped his fingers to get my attention and said, “Clean up time Fluffy. Although not the cleanup you were hoping for, I’m certain.” He laughed at his little joke then looked sternly down at me.
What a pathetic sight I must have made. Dressed like a sissy slut, on my knees, my face shiny with my wife’s ass sweat and their combined juices. He shook his head and said, “You know I had my doubts about all of this in the beginning but now I’m in all the way. Your wife is a hot piece of ass and I love fucking her. But truthfully? I love humiliating you even more white boy. Damn I wish my ancestors could see me now. Start licking my dick clean, your wife got it all funky.”
I trembled as fresh tears filled my eyes and I said, “Yes Sir,” like the beaten down bitch I truly am.
I started with his balls as they were shiny with my wife’s secretions and Jake moaned in pleasure as my tongue washed his scrotum clean.
“That’s a good little sissy. Good boy. So, my lady and I were thinking of taking a trip. I’ll want you to do all the work planning it and of course the money will come from your old account. Someplace tropical, I think. Your wife mentioned some great hotel in Hawaii? Said you went there on your honeymoon? That’s where I want to take her. Make sure you get the same room the two of you stayed in. I want to give her some good memories of that place since I’m sure your disappointing attempts at fucking need to be washed from her mind. Don’t you agree?”
I was sobbing in shame as I said, “Yes Sir. My wife deserves better memories of that place. I’m sure I only disappointed her there.” I said what I knew he wanted to hear but I also felt there was a heavy measure of truth to the statement.
Jake petted my head like you would a dog and said, “Good boy. I like that you know your place around here. You are the bottom rung on the ladder boy. Now I think I’m gonna join my lady in the shower, so you get this room cleaned up while we’re upstairs. Freshen the room for us, it smells like sex in here.”
He got up and walked away without bothering to wait for the inevitable, “Yes Sir” from his simpering slave. I was full on crying as I began cleaning the wet stains from the couch stopping occasionally to sniff the fabric where they’d been fucking. Such was my complete debasement and inferiority.
As I cleaned, I began planning their trip in my mind, wondering if I’d be allowed to accompany my wife and her lover on their romantic getaway.
End of Part Two
Everyday Humiliations
Part Three
My nerves were a wreck, and I couldn't remember a time when I’d felt this anxious or afraid. I was sitting on the floor in the living room after having showered and dressed to my wife’s and her lover’s specifications. Even from thousands of miles away, they still had complete control of me in every way.
They left yesterday after I dropped them at the airport to fly away on a very expensive holiday I’d paid for out of my now depleted personal account. The happy couple were now in Hawaii, staying at the Four Seasons Resort for the next two weeks. At a cost of thirteen hundred dollars a night I was now completely broke and utterly dependent on my lovely wife Jane and her boyfriend Jake. They’d both laughed at me while I typed in my account number online to pay for their trip and my wife said if I was a good boy while they were gone, she would have a special treat for me on their return.
So, I’m sitting here on the floor instead of on the furniture, because apparently that’s where cuckold husbands belong, according to Jake. I’m staring anxiously at the front door awaiting a very uncertain fate designed by my wife’s cruel boyfriend.
Just before he exited the car at the airport, Jake handed me an envelope and said in an ominous voice, “I better not get a bad report about you boy. Don’t open that till you get home and obey every command you read in that letter. Now you enjoy yourself boy, I know I sure will.” With that he got out of the car and walked away as if I didn’t exist at all.
Jane giggled and said, “Don’t you just love how commanding he is? I certainly do. It’s so nice to have a real man in my life for a change. I know this is difficult for you Paul but remember this was your idea from the very beginning. I never knew how exciting it would be to treat my husband this way, but now that I’ve got a taste of this life, I’m never going back. So, my darling little Fluffy, you have a choice, you can go home and open that letter and follow every instruction without complaint. Or you can go home and pack up your belongings and leave. Simple really. Either we continue keeping me happy, or you leave, and we divorce. I sincerely hope you make the first choice because I truly love you as my cuckold husband. Don’t say anything now Fluffy, just go home and think about our future. Oh, and thanks for the vacation. I’ll enjoy bouncing on a real man’s cock while thinking of you in your diaper with you tiny peepee locked up tight, you sad little man.”
And then she was gone. No kiss goodbye, not even a handshake. I needed no time at all to think things over. I hurried home and opened the envelope with shaking hands to discover what fate awaited me over the next two weeks.
So, here I sit waiting for Jake’s surprise for me. The letter was very succinct in that it consisted of only one paragraph:
"Fluffy, while I’m fucking your wife in paradise, you’ll be very busy with some new friends. Tomorrow at around five o’clock I want you dressed in your very best sissy outfit and sitting by the front door, leaving it unlocked. Some friends of mine will be staying with you for the next two weeks and you will obey every command as if it comes from me or my lady. They’re gonna teach you how to be a better servant in and out of the bedroom for you wife and me. They’ll be sending me videos so Jane and I can check your progress and get a good laugh at your expense. Have a great time you sissy faggot, and thanks for giving me your wife. My dick ain’t never been happier, lol.”
Now I’m waiting for whatever evil my wife’s lover has concocted for me and I’ve never been more terrified. Or more excited. My god, I really am pathetic. I’m wearing my pink, ruffled, party dress with a lighter pink pair of panties that are stretched over my ever-present diaper. These new diapers are custom made by a fetish website and are covered with cartoon pictures of Barbi. I have on thigh high white stockings and my pink, glitter, princess, Mary Jane, shoes. Since my dress has ruffled short sleeves, I’m wearing elbow length white satin gloves. My face is of course made up like a two-dollar whore and I have on my shoulder length, curly, blonde wig. On top of that is a princess tiara that truly makes me look like an absolute sissy nightmare.
And here’s the thing. I dressed myself. It never occurred to me to leave. Never. I just obeyed every word my wife and her lover said without question. And my tiny penis is straining against its pink, plastic, prison. I’m so horny I would gladly rub myself off on the arm of the couch if given the chance. My submission is so complete at this point that I’m horny all the time from the humiliation heaped on me by a woman I never believed could be so cruel. Oh god I love her so much!
Suddenly my reverie is broken by the sound of voices coming up the walk. Voices? Plural? Male and female voices. Oh fuck! Oh no! What’s going to happen to me?
The door swung open and 5 black people walked in as if they’d lived here for years. I blinked as each person walked in, my brain taking a snapshot of each one.
The first through the door was a well-built, handsome, older man of around sixty years. He was completely bald but sported an immaculately groomed beard and mustache of salt and pepper hair. He had a body like an athlete and a commanding look on his face like that of a military man or police officer.
He was followed by an incredibly beautiful woman with an amazing body. Her hips and ass swayed hypnotically with each step and her perfect breasts held firmly in place as if they were sculpted by god himself. Her shoulder length hair was wavy and black as pitch. Her face was made up elegantly in complete contrast to me. I guessed her age to be around twenty-five years.
Two men then entered laughing at some prior joke and I was stunned by their appearance. Though not twins at all, they had the same build. Each was at least six foot six inches tall and built like linebackers. Huge, bulging muscles adorned both men’s arms and their tight shirts did little to hide their well carved abs. The first one had a tight, close cut, full head of hair and only a shadow of a beard, while his counterpart was completely bald on his head and clean-shaven face. The first man looked to be about 35 and the second was much younger. I’m guessing his age at around twenty-one.
Finally, in waddled the biggest woman I’ve ever seen. Fat is too small a word to describe her. She was massive, easily weighing in at three hundred pounds. Each of her fat tits looked to weigh twenty pounds and her ass looked wide enough to show movies on. She looked angry. That’s all I can say. She looked like she was angry at the world and I was afraid of her on sight. Her age could have been anywhere from thirty to fifty, and from my seated position on the floor I was nearly knocked out by the smell of her unwashed crotch. She wore a sleeveless dress that looked more like a tent, and I could see full bushes of hair under each armpit. This woman was repulsive.
The group strode in, and all began to laugh at me hysterically. All but the huge angry woman. She simply glared at me as though I were something nasty she’d stepped in. As the others laughed at my pathetic outfit and obvious embarrassment, the large woman stepped right up to me, the stench from between her legs threatening to overwhelm me, and said “Damn, Jake sure did find us a pitiful fucking white boy, didn’t he? What a fucking faggot loser you are. No wonder your wife needs that BBC. Well, we better get started on this mess of a white sissy. Jake gave us a long list of shit he wants done to his little pet here and we only got two weeks.”
With that, she closed the front door behind her, and the laughing stopped. All five black people looked down at me with what can only be described as contempt as they surrounded me. I was truly frightened and wondered what the coming fortnight held in store for me.
End of Part Three
By Brian Masters
I can’t believe how nervous I am walking into my own living room. I’ve been busy carrying his belongings up the stairs to the bedroom I’ve shared with my wife for the past 8 years and now I must check in with the happy couple to see what else they need.
“Excuse me, I hate to intrude, but I’ve carried all of Sir’s bags up to our room and am just wondering what else you might need.”
My wife peels herself away from her lover’s embrace to look at me with what can only be described as annoyance. “First off,” she says, “That’s my room. Well, mine and Jake’s. It’s not yours any longer so you’d better get used to that right now mister. You need to move all of your things out of the closet and dressers and neatly place Jake’s things in their place. Second, don’t ever interrupt us again without properly addressing us both. You started this whole thing, remember? So, you’ll behave appropriately, or I’ll have Jake punish you. Do I make myself clear?”
The man on the couch with my wife smirks at me as he gently fondles her right breast. She leans into him and looks at me like I’m the village idiot, waiting for me to catch up to the conversation.
“Oh, yes Ma’am. I’m sorry. I forgot myself for a moment. I’m very sorry. It didn’t occur to me that Sir would be taking my place in the master bedroom. I thought he’d be sleeping in the spare room.”
My wife smiled and said, “And that’s why we do the thinking for everyone around here, because you’re too simple minded. There must be a direct correlation between the size of your penis and the size of your brain.”
Jake snorted back laughter as my wife giggled over her own joke. She then said, “Now get on with your work so I can have some alone time with the man of the house.”
With that she turned her back to me and began making out with her new lover. They ignored me so I excused myself and made my way upstairs to finish unpacking Jake’s things and moving myself into the guest bedroom.
As I worked, I thought back to when this whole thing started. Not to put too fine a point on it but it really was all my idea. I’d seen the bored look on my wife’s face as we made love and I knew the fault was all mine. I’d never been very good in bed, always shooting too soon, and my dick is too small. I always thought I was average until after I was married. Jane, that’s my wife, laughed the first time she saw my penis. She said she was sorry, but the sting of that moment stayed with me.
She always said sex with me was fine. Isn’t that a glowing endorsement? Fine. Oh, I know she loves me, of that there’s no doubt. But I also know I let her down in many ways. I’m not very assertive, so I tend to always be on the short end of things. Like my job. I don’t even make half as much as Jane does and my work is truly humiliating. I work in a call center for the cable company, spending my days being called any number of degrading names. And I take it, because I lack the courage to ever talk back to anyone.
I never deserved a woman like Jane, everyone said so, all my friends and ****** were amazed when they met her. But she saw something in me no one else ever did. Well, that is until she got to know me. Now I see in her eyes the same look I get from everyone else. Pity and disgust. There is love in her eyes too, but mostly disappointment.
Enter Jake. It started as a pity party on my end after another disappointing night of sex for Jane. It was our anniversary, and I blew it as usual. We got all dressed up, had an expensive dinner, and went to bed ready for a night of mind-blowing sex. She looked amazing in the new lingerie she’d bought for this occasion, and I as usual blew my load way too fast. I didn’t even get inside her. I came on her leg as I was climbing on top of her. She was pissed. And she cried in frustration.
So, I came up with the idea of her taking a lover. I’d read a ton of stories about cuckolding online and had fallen into the rabbit hole of interracial porn a long time ago, so I told her I thought she’d be happy with a black man for a lover. Big mistake.
I won’t get into too many of the details after that. I talked her into watching some movies and then reading some stories and blogs, and before long she was hooked. We spent some time researching and couldn’t agree on a bull for her. But then fate lent a hand in the way of Jane’s new boss. Jake took over her department and it was lightening in a bottle for the two of them. Had she not been married; they’d have fucked that first night. Instead, she invited him home for dinner and the rest is history.
Now I’m folding his underwear and placing them in the drawer that used to hold my boxers. I sniff back a tear as I move this muscular man into what used to be my bedroom. I love my wife so much, I have no problem making her happy in this way, but sometimes I regret putting us in this position. The more time she spent with Jake, the more inferior I felt, and soon I was asking her to move him in and treat me like a servant. I actually said those words to her. I never thought she’d agree so quickly.
And now he’s moving in today. Jake will be sharing the bed with Jane while I sleep in the spare room right next door. I’ve slept in there before mind you, like when he stays over, but he always leaves in the morning and I crawl back into bed with my beautiful wife to snuggle. I suppose those days are gone now.
My reverie is broken by the sound of Jake’s voice, “Hey boy, come down here.” I hear my wife giggling at the way he speaks to me, and my face turns bright red.
I make my way downstairs and into the living room to see my wife straddling Jake’s lap facing him with her shirt removed. Her bra is pulled up over her breasts and Jake is practically mauling them both as she moans in pleasure.
“Oh, there you are boy.” The smug black man says. “Are you finished in my bedroom? I want to take your wife up there and fuck her till she passes out.”
Jane laughs and shakes her tits in Jake’s face as she throws me a sadistic grin over her shoulder. “Yes boy, I want my man’s dick right now, so I hope your chores are finished in our room. You can start setting up your new room while we have some fun.” She says it with such cruelty I’m shocked that she still feels any love for me at all.
With my head bowed and my eyes filling with tears I answer them, “Yes Ma’am, Yes Sir, your room is ready for you. I’ll be in my room setting things up if you need anything.”
Jake said, “Listen boy, I can’t have your wife getting confused about the hierarchy around here, so I’ve left a little gift for you in your room. You finish your chores first and then you can open it. You’ll know what to do with your gift so once you’ve got yourself ready, you come knock on our door and show us how much you love it.”
I was shocked and more than a little worried, but I simply whimpered out a nervous, “Yes Sir” and watched as they made their way upstairs, giggling at a private joke.
Our house is situated so that the master bedroom and bathroom take up the entire second floor. My wife wanted a huge bedroom, walk in closet, and a large bathroom with a jacuzzi tub and a walk-in shower. It really was a wonderful setup. The guest room, however, was jammed in between the living room and kitchen as an afterthought. It was a small room with barely enough space for a single bed and one tiny dresser. There was a tiny bathroom across the hall with a small sink, toilet and tub with no room to move around much. I felt like a fool as I began unpacking my belongings and soon realized that I didn’t have enough room for my clothing. I’d have to hang my work clothes in the hallway closet with our coats.
It didn’t take me very long to set up my new room but before I’d finished, I could hear energetic sex taking place above my head. My wife was crying out in ecstasy over and over as the headboard from the king size bed bounced against the wall in a rapid pattern.
Hoping to distract myself I finally picked up the box I’d been avoiding since entering the room. It was a large rectangular box roughly 2 feet long and a foot deep, and it was wrapped in pink tissue paper with a large pink bow on top. There was a card attached so I opened that first. The card inside the envelope had a picture of a puppy in a diaper wearing a bonnet on its head with the caption, It’s a Big Day for Baby, written in pink script above the picture.
My hands were shaking as I opened the card and read the inscription inside. “It’s time to decide boy. Will you accept what’s in this box and continue to make your wife happy? Or will you disappoint her as usual and go back to your boring ass life? There can be only one man in this house, and we all know it isn’t you. Make the right choice boy.”
I took several deep breaths to calm my nerves as I ripped away the wrapping paper and slid the top from the box to reveal its contents.
I couldn’t breathe. I felt sick to my stomach. There was no way I could continue. It was time to put a stop to this once and for all. I had to take my life back and be the man I always though myself to be for my wife.
I angrily slammed the top back onto the box and got ready to run upstairs and tell them both it was over. But I could hear my wife’s cries of passion as the bed slammed against the wall over and over. She was calling out Jake’s name and telling him to fuck her harder and to make her cum again. I’d never heard her so satisfied. She deserved this happiness, and I knew in my heart I could never give it to her. I was not man enough to satisfy her sexual appetite and we both knew it too well. I began to sob like the pitiful loser I now knew myself to be as I reached for the box I’d left on my new bed.
I took out the contents one by one examining each one with an increasing look of horror on my face. First there was a pink teddy with white ruffles on the ends of the short sleeves. Next a pair of white lace, thigh high stockings with a lacy fringe on the tops. Things got progressively worse as I then lifted out an oversized pink diaper with puppies and kittens pictured all over it. There was a pink and white lace bonnet and a pink plastic binky with a rubber nipple. A pair of shiny, black, little girl’s shoes filled the bottom of the box in my size, and beneath them was another envelope which I opened with shaking hands.
The note inside read, “If you’ve come this far, you might as well go all the way boy. Let your wife know without a doubt that I’m the only man around here. Go into your bathroom and shave all the hair from your body below your eyebrows, then apply the lotion and powder you’ll find under the bathroom sink. Be quick boy, we’ll be waiting for you upstairs. I want to surprise my woman with the gift of her new sissy hubby. I can’t wait to see her face when she gets a look at you. Don’t you dare disappoint me boy.”
I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t. I sat on the bed weeping like a little girl as I listened to my wife being fucked harder than I imagined possible by the muscular black man who’d taken my place in her bed. I’d never felt so inferior. I was listening to a real man fuck. His masculine grunts combined with her whimpers and pleas for more beat a tattoo into my head in time with the headboard crashing against the wall. It was primal in its intensity, and I felt my little cock begin to twitch and pulse at the sounds of my sweet wife being roughly nailed above me.
I don’t remember making the choice. I don’t remember gathering up the contents of the box and moving into the bathroom. By the time my mind caught up to my body, I was lathering up my armpits with shaving cream. I had very little body hair to speak of a fact my wife teased me with often. She said I looked like a preteen girl when I was naked, so it didn’t take me long to remove the hair from my face and body.
I was flushed red with humiliation as I pulled the diaper between my legs and fastened it snugly into place with the sticky tabs. Oh god I felt like such a fool. As I slid the stockings up my legs one at a time, I became hard as a rock in my diaper from the silky feel of the nylon against my hairless legs. The tip of my 4-inch penis was rubbing against the inside of the diaper, wetting it with sticky precum.
By the time I finished dressing I had to reach down and squeeze my tiny pecker to keep from shooting inside my diaper. I was beyond humiliated by how turned on I was. I looked in the full-length mirror attached to the inside of the bathroom door and fresh tears filled my eyes in horrific embarrassment. I was a grown man dressed like a baby girl. A five-foot five-inch toddler. I picked up the ridiculous binky and made my way upstairs and about halfway up I heard my wife scream out yet another orgasm as Jake grunted his own happy ending. They’d been fucking for well over an hour and had just finished. My god, the man had incredible stamina. I truly felt like the wimpy sissy he was turning me into.
I stood outside the door to a room I’d lived in for years shaking with fear. It took all the strength I had just to lift my hand and knock. I heard Jake’s voice say with an amused lilt, “Who is it?”
My wife giggled and I heard her say, “You’re so bad.”
I practically whimpered, “It’s me sir.”
They were both laughing loudly as he said, “Me who?”
I knew what he wanted to hear. It was the dreaded nickname my lovely wife had given me long before any of this had started.
I cleared my throat and said, “It’s me Sir, it’s Fluffy.”
They burst into fresh laughter and Jake could barely speak as he finally got out the words, “Come in boy.”
I put the binky in my mouth and reached for the doorknob, my hand trembling in fear and excitement. When I entered the room, the laughter stopped cold. They both stared at me open mouthed from their position in the center of the king-sized bed, where they lay holding each other’s naked, sweaty bodies. They looked amazing. Like a beautiful painting of what raw sex should look like.
The spell broke for them both at the same time and their laughter cut me like the sharpest blade. Jake was trying to speak through his laughing, and I got the gist of his thoughts. Basically, he was saying, “I can’t fucking believe you did it.”
Jane was laughing so hard she doubled over in the bed and began slapping the mattress with both hands.
I stood there for several minutes till they got themselves under control and I wept and sobbed like a child. My wife spoke the first intelligible sentences. “What the fuck? Are you fucking kidding me? What kind of man did I marry? You look like some sissy faggot from those websites I caught you looking at. Damnit Paul, I had no idea what a useless wimp you were until I had a real man to compare you with.”
She looked disgusted now that the initial shock was over and the laughter had died down. Jake said, “Now baby, don’t be too hard on the sissy. White boys can’t help themselves. When their wives finally get a taste of that good ole black dick, white boys can finally relax and convert to their natural form. They’re all sissies at heart. They just need a little push to help them accept the truth.”
Jane snuggled in closer to her new man and said, “Well Jake honey, you were right all along. My husband is a closet queer. It didn’t take you long at all to bring out his sissy side. I mean look at him sucking on that binky like it’s a tiny cock. And I’ll bet his tiny wiener is all stiff and gross in that diaper.”
Jake ominously said, “Oh you don’t have to worry about that useless little thing much longer. I have an idea for dealing with it permanently soon enough.”
I couldn’t bring myself to speak so I just stood there sucking nervously on my binky and wiping the tears from my cheeks.
My wife pulled the covers up to her neck and said, “I feel gross letting the little fag see me naked. I don’t want him looking at me like that any longer.”
Jake said, “No, your body is off limits to Fluffy from now on. In fact, I have a whole set of rules we need to discuss. Get your ass over here Fluffy and stand next to my side of the bed. We need to have a little talk about your new position in my house.”
Jane lay her head on his shoulder and smiled up at him in what can only be described as worship. I gulped loudly and made my way over to the spot on the floor my wife’s lover pointed to. I knew the few steps I was taking were leading me into a brand-new phase in my life and I was scared to death but deeply excited at the same time.
End of Part One
Part Two
Jake really did lay down the rules for me that night. I was no longer allowed to see my wife’s naked body unless they specifically allowed me to. For her part, Jane wore the most revealing clothing around the house just to keep me perpetually frustrated. She would laugh out loud when she saw me gawking at her, knowing my tiny penis or clitty as they make me call it, was straining in its plastic prison. Yes, they made me wear a chastity cage now. Jake made me go to an adult toy store and buy it myself from the young girl who works there.
Another rule is that I’m always dressed in girly clothes. Not even women’s clothing, no I’m always dressed like the fantasy sissies you see on fetish sites. Ruffled dresses and frilly panties. Socks with lace fringe around the ankles and black Mary Jane shoes. A curly blonde wig like Shirly Temple hair with a large pink bow in it. I wear silky white gloves that reach up to my elbows and the ever-present diaper. The worst part is the makeup. For all the clothing that reduces me to looking like a deranged little girl, the makeup is like a whore’s worst nightmare. I’m forced to makeup my face in bright colors. Blue eyeshadow and red rouge for my cheeks. Deep red lip gloss, black eyeliner, and fake eyelashes. It takes me an hour every morning just to do my makeup, so I have to get up extra early to have breakfast ready for my wife and her lover.
Yes, I did say every morning. Jake made me go to work dressed like I’ve just described and quit my job. My coworkers laughed and laughed as I packed up my desk. I’ve lost the respect of everyone I’ve ever known. Now I serve as a housekeeper for this arrogant black man and my beautiful wife. You may ask, why don’t I just leave? If you must ask, you really don’t understand the cuckold mindset. I’m so in love with my wife that I’ll do anything to make her happy. Jake makes her happy. And my tiny dick stains against its cage all the time to remind me just how much I love the way this all makes me feel. The delicious humiliation is too alluring for me to leave. It’s like a powerful drug to me and the worse they treat me, the more I crave their attention.
So here I am serving drinks to Jake and Jane as they watch a movie together. They’re cuddled together on the couch like an old married couple. Jane is wearing one of Jake’s white button-down work shirts, a pair of panties, and nothing else. The shirt is unbuttoned, and I can see her shapely breast any time she moves. Well side boob anyway, I haven’t seen her nipples in weeks.
Jake is completely naked, something he greatly enjoys, and is sitting there like a king with my beautiful wife tucked under his arm, her head resting on his muscular chest. She’s absentmindedly stroking his massive cock as they watch the movie. Jake isn’t even completely hard yet and his cock dwarfs my tiny white clitty, making me look like a toddler in comparison.
Even though there’s a table beside the couch, I’m on my knees before the couple holding a tray with their drinks on it. My arms are tired and sore from holding it like this by I know better than to complain. I’m being punished right now for not getting Jake’s golf shoes clean enough. I really thought they were fine, but he insisted they didn’t shine enough so now I have to kneel here for hours, only moving when their drinks need refilling. I know I’ll do a better job cleaning his shoes from now on.
When the movie finally ended I started to move like I was getting up and Jake stopped me with his stern voice. “The fuck you think you’re doing Fluffy? No one told you to move.”
“I’m sorry Sir, I thought…”
Jane laughed and said, “You thought? With that tiny sissy brain of yours? Who told you that you could think? Haven’t you learned yet to always let your superiors do the thinking for you hubby?”
“Yes Ma’am, I’m sorry Ma’am. What can I do for you both?” I said with my head bowed.
Jane snorted in disgust. I was amazed at how she’d taken to humiliating me. My lovely wife had a mean streak in her and once I showed my true colors, she learned how much she enjoyed dominating me. I know she still loves me very much, but she uses that love to placate her strong desires. In her love for me she found her true nature as a dominant woman. She started out just trying to please me and my fetish, but now knows how much she loves abusing me.
“You just stay where you are Fluffy. I want to ride my man for a while, and I want to feel your tongue in my ass while I do it.”
I was shocked by her statement as it would mean not only could I see her naked ass but touch it as well. I stuttered out a pitiful, “Yes Ma’am, thank you so much!”
“Don’t get too excited my little cucky Fluffy, after all I only want you to lick my asshole. I mean think about it hubby. I’m going to climb up on another man’s cock and fuck him right here in the house you bought and paid for while you stick your tongue into my asshole. How pitiful is that? My husband, the man of the house, reduced to an ass cleaner to his wife. You are so pathetic Paul; I swear I’m more disgusted by you every day.” My wife said as her lover smiled down at me in triumph.
With tears filling my eyes and my little clitty so hard it was painful against the sides of its cage, I whispered “Yes Ma’am, I’m sorry for being so pathetic. I love you so much Ma’am.”
My wife sneered down at me saying, “Awe, I love my little hubby too. Now get your face up my ass where it belongs so I can fuck a real man you sissy wimp.”
Saying that my lovely wife straddled her lover’s lap and began lowering herself onto his massive cock. I could smell how aroused she was and remained amazed at how wet she gets for him. They only need lube when he takes her ass, her pussy is always fully lubricated for Jake. I think my wife is always wet when he’s around, as though her pussy is Pavlov’s salivating dog.
As I crawled up to position my face behind my wife’s perfect ass I caught a glimpse of Jake’s smug expression and felt a fresh wave of submissive shame wash over me. Here I was, a married man, about to lick my wife’s sweaty ass as she fucked this black man. And he looked at me like I was nothing. He felt no guilt or embarrassment as he took my wife right in front of me, in fact he seemed to relish the power he held over me. Jake loves nothing more than to humiliate white boys, so this was more than sex for him. It was also a power trip as he got to hold dominion over a suburban white couple like he owned us both. Well, I know he owns me. I feel it every day and night. I feel his raw power and superiority from across the room and being on my knees before him is such a rush of submissive humiliation that I can barely stand the pain in my straining penis as I watch him lord his power over my wife and myself.
“Put me in her boy” The large, black man says with a touch of humor in his voice. My wife moans at his power over me as I grip his massive shaft in my now tiny hand. I never thought I had small hands till I tried to wrap my fingers around Jake’s dick. I looked dainty in comparison to his tool, and the bright pink fingernail polish adorning my fingertips made that fact stand out clear as day while I guided the enormous cock toward my wife’s precious, pink, pussy.
Jane moaned in immense pleasure as she slid down onto Jake’s cock. A wet squelching sound accompanied the insertion of her lover’s cock inside of my wife and she giggled at the farting sound it made. Her giggling turned quickly to moans of lust as my sweet Jane began fucking up and down on Jake’s thick, black, cock.
I wasted no time and began kissing my wife’s ass with passion, working hard to keep my face in line with her perfect ass cheeks as she rode her boyfriend’s cock faster and harder with each passing second. I soon matched her rhythm and was tongue fucking her asshole in time with Jake’s fucking of her stretched out pussy.
Jane was yelling out in pleasure and unbridled lust as she groaned and humped away at her lover. Sweat was pouring down the crack of her ass and into my waiting mouth as I continued to service her dirt hole with my lapping tongue.
Occasionally I felt Jake’s huge balls slap against my chin while I licked my wife and the torment of knowing those full, black, orbs would soon be shooting their thick, creamy, load deep into my wife’s unprotected womb. I closed my eyes to block out the intense feelings of shame and degradation over the thought of explaining a black baby to my ******.
And still they rode on, fucking each other with explosive passion, shouting each other’s names over and again as they fucked like honeymooners. Every now and then my wife would yell a sharp command over her shoulder. “Faster sissy, lick faster!” or “Get that tongue up my shitter boy!” and even “Clean my ass, it’s all you’re good for you limp dick faggot!”
The last one should have been enough to make me quit but instead Jane’s words only sparked by need to be humiliated into a raging flame and I redoubled my efforts to please her.
The wet slapping, squishing sounds grew faster and louder as my Jane bounced harder and harder on Jake’s superior cock. The scent of their sex was overwhelming to me as was the pungent taste of my wife’s ass. The combination drove me crazy with lust and I moaned into her asshole as I tried to get my tongue as far into it as possible. My nose was hurting from the pummeling it was taking from Jane’s tailbone with each savage downward thrust. I could only imagine how Jake was molesting my wife’s breasts as I heard her tell him to bite her nipples harder.
It was such an erotic scene that I once again marveled at how our lives had taken this remarkable turn.
I felt my tiny balls tighten up and knew I could not last much longer. I knew Jane was counting on this as she loved to see Jake punish me for the most severe infraction of “squirting my sissy goo” as they laughingly called my ejaculations. But oh god, it was simply too much for my poor sissy body to take. Dressed like a demented little girl with my once proud penis locked in a pink, plastic prison, I was on my knees licking the asshole of my greatest love while she fucked a superior man in our living room. That image alone was enough to satisfy my sissy cravings but the added sensory overload of the smells and sounds of their fucking was simply too much for me to take.
With a shuddering whimper I felt my poor excuse for a penis begin to leak its meager load into the plastic cage. I shivered in shame and revulsion over what a useless wimp I had become as I felt my “sissy dribbles” make the inside of my diaper slimy against my skin.
Jane knew from the vibrations of my sigh that I’d cum and I heard her laughingly say in a breathless whisper, “Oh darling, our sissy just dribbled its useless goo into its diaper. You’ll need to punish it after you finish ravaging me.”
Jake said, “Oh that’ll be my pleasure baby. Your dumb ass hubby done fucked up good this time.”
They both laughed as they continued to fuck with wild abandon leaving me to shiver in shame with my tongue buried up my wife’s shitter. The aftermath of my orgasm left me feeling nothing but horrible shame and humiliation in what my wife refers to as “cuckold’s regret”. It’s that feeling sissies like me get after shooting our load. The embarrassment is so intense afterward that it’s even more degrading to continue with whatever activities are happening. In this case, I had to keep licking my wife’s ass as she bounced up and down on her lover’s massive black cock, when all I truly wanted to do is crawl away and cry over my pathetic inferiority.
Jane and Jake continued fucking for another 20 minutes as I knelt there in my slimy, wet diaper and licked away like a good cuckold husband. I felt Jake’s balls tense against my chin and knew his orgasm was imminent. Jane screamed out another orgasm making the total for her 8 by my count and then Jake growled like a jungle cat as he emptied his huge balls into my beautiful wife.
I felt each pulse as his balls constricted with every shot of thick, superior, cum into my wife. I knew it would be a huge load and hoped with all my heart I’d be allowed to lick it all out of Jane’s well used pussy. How pathetic is that? I’d willingly eat another man’s cum just for a taste of my own wife’s pussy.
The happy couple kissed and whispered lovingly to each other as they came down from their coital bliss. I continued lapping away at my wife’s asshole as I heard them kissing and laughing together. Then Jane said, “Just listen to the useless little bitch licking my ass like a puppy dog. How pathetic is my little husband? What do you think Jake? Should we let him have his creampie?”
Jake made a thoughtful sound of “Hmmm” as he drew out my torment. “I don’t think so baby. We must train the bitch to get used to not having any kind of sexual contact with you. I mean that’s my pussy, right? So, I don’t want some whimpering, sissy, bitch touching my pussy.”
Jane giggled as she said, “You’re right as always lover. This is your pussy, so it should be off limits to my wimpy husband. I’m going to take a shower while you explain things to our sissy.”
Then she kissed him, lifted herself off his cock with a moan from her and a soft squelching sound from her pussy, the then crawled off his lap and left the room without a word for me. It was unbelievably humiliating to be treated that way by my own wife.
Jake snapped his fingers to get my attention and said, “Clean up time Fluffy. Although not the cleanup you were hoping for, I’m certain.” He laughed at his little joke then looked sternly down at me.
What a pathetic sight I must have made. Dressed like a sissy slut, on my knees, my face shiny with my wife’s ass sweat and their combined juices. He shook his head and said, “You know I had my doubts about all of this in the beginning but now I’m in all the way. Your wife is a hot piece of ass and I love fucking her. But truthfully? I love humiliating you even more white boy. Damn I wish my ancestors could see me now. Start licking my dick clean, your wife got it all funky.”
I trembled as fresh tears filled my eyes and I said, “Yes Sir,” like the beaten down bitch I truly am.
I started with his balls as they were shiny with my wife’s secretions and Jake moaned in pleasure as my tongue washed his scrotum clean.
“That’s a good little sissy. Good boy. So, my lady and I were thinking of taking a trip. I’ll want you to do all the work planning it and of course the money will come from your old account. Someplace tropical, I think. Your wife mentioned some great hotel in Hawaii? Said you went there on your honeymoon? That’s where I want to take her. Make sure you get the same room the two of you stayed in. I want to give her some good memories of that place since I’m sure your disappointing attempts at fucking need to be washed from her mind. Don’t you agree?”
I was sobbing in shame as I said, “Yes Sir. My wife deserves better memories of that place. I’m sure I only disappointed her there.” I said what I knew he wanted to hear but I also felt there was a heavy measure of truth to the statement.
Jake petted my head like you would a dog and said, “Good boy. I like that you know your place around here. You are the bottom rung on the ladder boy. Now I think I’m gonna join my lady in the shower, so you get this room cleaned up while we’re upstairs. Freshen the room for us, it smells like sex in here.”
He got up and walked away without bothering to wait for the inevitable, “Yes Sir” from his simpering slave. I was full on crying as I began cleaning the wet stains from the couch stopping occasionally to sniff the fabric where they’d been fucking. Such was my complete debasement and inferiority.
As I cleaned, I began planning their trip in my mind, wondering if I’d be allowed to accompany my wife and her lover on their romantic getaway.
End of Part Two
Everyday Humiliations
Part Three
My nerves were a wreck, and I couldn't remember a time when I’d felt this anxious or afraid. I was sitting on the floor in the living room after having showered and dressed to my wife’s and her lover’s specifications. Even from thousands of miles away, they still had complete control of me in every way.
They left yesterday after I dropped them at the airport to fly away on a very expensive holiday I’d paid for out of my now depleted personal account. The happy couple were now in Hawaii, staying at the Four Seasons Resort for the next two weeks. At a cost of thirteen hundred dollars a night I was now completely broke and utterly dependent on my lovely wife Jane and her boyfriend Jake. They’d both laughed at me while I typed in my account number online to pay for their trip and my wife said if I was a good boy while they were gone, she would have a special treat for me on their return.
So, I’m sitting here on the floor instead of on the furniture, because apparently that’s where cuckold husbands belong, according to Jake. I’m staring anxiously at the front door awaiting a very uncertain fate designed by my wife’s cruel boyfriend.
Just before he exited the car at the airport, Jake handed me an envelope and said in an ominous voice, “I better not get a bad report about you boy. Don’t open that till you get home and obey every command you read in that letter. Now you enjoy yourself boy, I know I sure will.” With that he got out of the car and walked away as if I didn’t exist at all.
Jane giggled and said, “Don’t you just love how commanding he is? I certainly do. It’s so nice to have a real man in my life for a change. I know this is difficult for you Paul but remember this was your idea from the very beginning. I never knew how exciting it would be to treat my husband this way, but now that I’ve got a taste of this life, I’m never going back. So, my darling little Fluffy, you have a choice, you can go home and open that letter and follow every instruction without complaint. Or you can go home and pack up your belongings and leave. Simple really. Either we continue keeping me happy, or you leave, and we divorce. I sincerely hope you make the first choice because I truly love you as my cuckold husband. Don’t say anything now Fluffy, just go home and think about our future. Oh, and thanks for the vacation. I’ll enjoy bouncing on a real man’s cock while thinking of you in your diaper with you tiny peepee locked up tight, you sad little man.”
And then she was gone. No kiss goodbye, not even a handshake. I needed no time at all to think things over. I hurried home and opened the envelope with shaking hands to discover what fate awaited me over the next two weeks.
So, here I sit waiting for Jake’s surprise for me. The letter was very succinct in that it consisted of only one paragraph:
"Fluffy, while I’m fucking your wife in paradise, you’ll be very busy with some new friends. Tomorrow at around five o’clock I want you dressed in your very best sissy outfit and sitting by the front door, leaving it unlocked. Some friends of mine will be staying with you for the next two weeks and you will obey every command as if it comes from me or my lady. They’re gonna teach you how to be a better servant in and out of the bedroom for you wife and me. They’ll be sending me videos so Jane and I can check your progress and get a good laugh at your expense. Have a great time you sissy faggot, and thanks for giving me your wife. My dick ain’t never been happier, lol.”
Now I’m waiting for whatever evil my wife’s lover has concocted for me and I’ve never been more terrified. Or more excited. My god, I really am pathetic. I’m wearing my pink, ruffled, party dress with a lighter pink pair of panties that are stretched over my ever-present diaper. These new diapers are custom made by a fetish website and are covered with cartoon pictures of Barbi. I have on thigh high white stockings and my pink, glitter, princess, Mary Jane, shoes. Since my dress has ruffled short sleeves, I’m wearing elbow length white satin gloves. My face is of course made up like a two-dollar whore and I have on my shoulder length, curly, blonde wig. On top of that is a princess tiara that truly makes me look like an absolute sissy nightmare.
And here’s the thing. I dressed myself. It never occurred to me to leave. Never. I just obeyed every word my wife and her lover said without question. And my tiny penis is straining against its pink, plastic, prison. I’m so horny I would gladly rub myself off on the arm of the couch if given the chance. My submission is so complete at this point that I’m horny all the time from the humiliation heaped on me by a woman I never believed could be so cruel. Oh god I love her so much!
Suddenly my reverie is broken by the sound of voices coming up the walk. Voices? Plural? Male and female voices. Oh fuck! Oh no! What’s going to happen to me?
The door swung open and 5 black people walked in as if they’d lived here for years. I blinked as each person walked in, my brain taking a snapshot of each one.
The first through the door was a well-built, handsome, older man of around sixty years. He was completely bald but sported an immaculately groomed beard and mustache of salt and pepper hair. He had a body like an athlete and a commanding look on his face like that of a military man or police officer.
He was followed by an incredibly beautiful woman with an amazing body. Her hips and ass swayed hypnotically with each step and her perfect breasts held firmly in place as if they were sculpted by god himself. Her shoulder length hair was wavy and black as pitch. Her face was made up elegantly in complete contrast to me. I guessed her age to be around twenty-five years.
Two men then entered laughing at some prior joke and I was stunned by their appearance. Though not twins at all, they had the same build. Each was at least six foot six inches tall and built like linebackers. Huge, bulging muscles adorned both men’s arms and their tight shirts did little to hide their well carved abs. The first one had a tight, close cut, full head of hair and only a shadow of a beard, while his counterpart was completely bald on his head and clean-shaven face. The first man looked to be about 35 and the second was much younger. I’m guessing his age at around twenty-one.
Finally, in waddled the biggest woman I’ve ever seen. Fat is too small a word to describe her. She was massive, easily weighing in at three hundred pounds. Each of her fat tits looked to weigh twenty pounds and her ass looked wide enough to show movies on. She looked angry. That’s all I can say. She looked like she was angry at the world and I was afraid of her on sight. Her age could have been anywhere from thirty to fifty, and from my seated position on the floor I was nearly knocked out by the smell of her unwashed crotch. She wore a sleeveless dress that looked more like a tent, and I could see full bushes of hair under each armpit. This woman was repulsive.
The group strode in, and all began to laugh at me hysterically. All but the huge angry woman. She simply glared at me as though I were something nasty she’d stepped in. As the others laughed at my pathetic outfit and obvious embarrassment, the large woman stepped right up to me, the stench from between her legs threatening to overwhelm me, and said “Damn, Jake sure did find us a pitiful fucking white boy, didn’t he? What a fucking faggot loser you are. No wonder your wife needs that BBC. Well, we better get started on this mess of a white sissy. Jake gave us a long list of shit he wants done to his little pet here and we only got two weeks.”
With that, she closed the front door behind her, and the laughing stopped. All five black people looked down at me with what can only be described as contempt as they surrounded me. I was truly frightened and wondered what the coming fortnight held in store for me.
End of Part Three
