Miller's Tale
Our tale begins in a beautiful exclusive and upscale suburb. All the wealthy residents take great pride in maintaining a well-groomed exterior to their properties. Mothers parade up and down the streets pushing luxury Silver Cross prams while their suited husbands rush out on their way to work, speeding down the quiet street in their flash BMWs. Although they do everything they can to keep their neighbourhood looking highly respectable, the insides of some of the houses tell a different story…
Maurice kneels on the bathroom floor scrubbing furiously at the toilet.
His head is pounding and he feels emotionally drained.
His body is wracked with pain. With every movement he makes his wounds sting afresh.
His back strains as he leans forward. Every muscle aches.
The humiliation of his ceaseless naked servitude never lessens. Every second ticks by painfully and slowly. His bare skin is an ever constant reminder of his position.
The metal clamp bites uncomfortably into his cock and balls making sure he is unable to receive any sexual stimulation at all.
He struggles to clean quickly knowing she’ll be back soon. He’s scrubbed this house from top to bottom, but it’s not enough.
His vision blurs and he feels on the brink of exhaustion. He pants as if he’s been running a marathon.
He wipes his forehead, feeling like there’s no way he can go on any further. His strong muscular body is worn and broken.
Maurice cringes at the sound of clicking heels coming towards him.
He panics at the sight of her. She’s back so soon! Before he’s been able to finish his chores.
She sighs in frustration looking down upon him.
At one time he felt so big and powerful. Now he feels small and weak, cringing naked before this towering feminine form.
“That bowl is still dirty,” she complains inspecting his work.
“Shape up or you know what you'll get!” she says sternly.
Maurice knows all too well what that means and it makes him shake involuntarily.
The marks on his back and arse burn as he sees her staring down at him.
His entire body and soul is now completely devoted to serving this woman in any way she pleases. He’s become her slave and when she’s displeased he receives punishment.
“The reception room had better be sparkling. I have something special planned for this evening,” she says.
The news that she has something planned sends a wave of fear through is body. It could be anything and he doesn’t know if he can take anymore.
But always, just as he’s about to reach his breaking point, he always finds some hidden reserve of energy to push further, spurred on by her dominant will alone.
She stomps away briskly leaving Maurice crouched on the floor to continue on with his work.
The lists of his chores and responsibilities scroll through his mind on and on. There’s no end in sight.
It feels like this is the way it has always been and how it always will be. But Maurice knows that this isn’t the case. Things were very different at one time.
Completely exposed he shivers from the cold. His balls feel painfully full as he hasn’t been granted any release for ages. There was a time when he wore powerful business suits and got his rocks off two or three times a day. In his dazed and weary state he thinks back to six months ago…
Dressed sharp, Maurice arrives home walking quickly and with definite purpose.
He has an air of authority about him and a sense of entitlement like he owns any ground he walks upon.
Despite having a secure high powered job and more wealth than he knows what to do with, he has a stormy temper and is always longing for more power and money.
He wants to reign at the top of the world and will do anything to get there.
He believes that to obtain this position he has to treat those people who are under him with contempt and a strong hand – especially his wife.
Timid Felicity is sweeping up the hallway.
She loves this quiet time alone in the house when she can get on with her chores and feel relaxed.
But her pulse immediately quickens hearing Maurice enter the house.
She looks up at him nervously, startled to see him home so soon. He really wasn’t meant to be here at this time. There’s still so much to do and he doesn’t like it when things are out of order.
He storms through the door, not even raising his eyes to meet her.
He slams the door shut and Felicity can already tell by the energy in the room that she has to approach him very carefully.
“Oh… hello…um…” she says flustered.
Maurice blows air out through his nose and barrels past her like a bull.
“Honey is everything....” she begins tentatively.
But he isn’t in the mood for words. He goes directly to his study.
Felicity knows something is up. He’s been acting so suspiciously lately and she’s overheard a number of phone conversations, little details that don’t sound right.
He’s been even more curt with her than he usually is and he’s so angry all the time, his shoulders bunched up tensely.
He slams the door shut behind him.
She knows she should get back to her work and not attempt to pry at all, but she needs to know what’s happening.
If he discovers her sneaking around, trying to catch what he’s saying on the phone or snooping into his business, he’ll be furious.
She thinks she can try to discover something about what’s happening if she starts with harmless questions about what he’d like for dinner.
She knocks softly on the door, terrified of how he’ll respond, but needing to know if he’s alright.
Failing to get any response, she retreats to the kitchen.
She thinks about going into the living room to turn the television on, but it’s close to the study and might disturb him. Instead she goes for the radio.
She tunes into BBC news and listens nervously.
There’s an update on the weather for the week and a news report about crime levels.
Then the announcer begins talking about a recent business scandal.
“Stephan Kodminski has been arrested in the multimillion dollar Benron probe. His partner Maurice Miller has not been arrested, but is continuing to be questioned.”
‘Stephan?!’ she thinks fearfully. Why he and his wife came over for dinner only two weeks ago! Then Stephan and Maurice retreated to the study to talk over business for ages.
If Stephan is in trouble Maurice must be in some way involved as well. But how deeply?
Felicity refuses to believe Maurice could be involved in anything criminal. Yes, he’s a shrewd businessman and has a greedy nature. But he wouldn’t do anything to endanger their security and life together. Not her Maurice!
Although, it would explain a few things. She holds herself tightly not know what to do, too frightened to try approaching Maurice again.
Six months earlier. Maurice is king of the castle. His timid wife creeps around the house, cleaning and trying to keep out of her husband’s way. She wants to be a good wife, but she seems to continuously disappoint Maurice. He’s always angry with her and putting her down. Because of this Felicity has very low self confidence and would never dare disobey his orders.
Maurice is leaning back in his chair in his office taking a call from his business partner.
“You are shitting me Stephan! The sale has gone through?!”
His pulse races. All his hard work has led up to this moment. It’s finally happening.
“And what's the final figure?”
“Thirty-fucking-million! Fuck me.”
Maurice quickly worked his way up in the company, winning the confidence of his superiors and advancing ahead by leaps and bounds.
“No need to worry. Next week Benron will collapse like a deck of cards, but we have to be fucking clear. We had no knowledge about the infrastructure's collapse. No information. No accountability.” He’s not going to let his dim-witted partner fuck this up for him. “Shred it Stephan. There can be no paper trails.”
He hangs up the phone worried that Stephan might somehow fuck this up.
But he’s so high on the thought of all that money he doesn’t care. He took a massive gamble and won!
It doesn’t matter that he’s already well off. This is about killing the competition, crushing your opponents and coming out on top. He’s overcome with a supreme feeling of macho triumph.
Felicity comes into Maurice’s office hoping to give it a clean. “Hey babe!” he shouts out happily.
She looks away shyly and moves to leave again. She didn’t know he was in the office or she wouldn’t have entered. He doesn’t normally like to be disturbed.
“Come here,” he says excitedly.
Looking toward him meekly, she thinks he’s in a strangely jubilant mood. This could be more dangerous than when he's angry.
He stands up tall looking at her with a maniacal grin on his face. He doesn’t even need to say anything. She knows what he wants.
Slowly she comes forward, nervously straightening her clothes.
Maurice has that hungry animal look in his eyes which she’s grown to fear so much.
He roughly pushes her down on her knees.
Her heart is beating like a caged bird violently flapping its wings as he unzips his trousers.
He’s hot and ready feeling the blood pumping through his veins in an adrenaline rush.
She looks up at him pleadingly, “Please Maurice...”
He laughs haughtily pulling his meat out waving it at her, turned on by the look of fear in her eyes.
He feels like a fucking king now and he wants to prove it by having his bitch attend to his magnificent staff.
He holds his hot pulsing dick out to her while she stares down fearfully.
Eagerly he snatches her arm up and makes her take hold of his dick.
“Yeah,” Maurice grunts feeling the blood rush to his cock.
She strokes his engorged cock frightened what he may do if she refuses.
Maurice grins perversely, stroking his stomach and feeling his cock harden.
He grabs her hair and guides her face toward his cock.
“Oh but…” she stutters helplessly trying to resist.
Maurice stares down at her sternly as if to warn her that if she doesn’t follow his orders…
She quickly takes his dick in her mouth.
Immediately she can smell and taste stale piss. He never washes under his foreskin. She wants to gag and take the throbbing thick thing out of her mouth.
But Maurice roughly pushes her head down on it. “Suck it clean!”
He shoves her face on it feeling his face heat up in anger. The more she resists the more he wants to screw her hard. She’s his wife and this is her fucking duty!
She moans uncomfortably feeding his excitement even more.
He’s a bloody millionaire. He scammed them all!
He slams her face against his crotch. He’s the fucking king!
Felicity chokes, trying to stop his hot angry cock from gagging her.
‘Eat it you stupid bitch!’ he thinks angrily. ‘Take every inch of my massive cock!’
He pushes her head down on his cock so she swallows it to the root.
Eagerly he fucks her face feeling incredibly powerful and dominant.
He gains momentum sliding his dick in and out of her tight resistant mouth.
Surely Maurice has fought his way to the top of the world – rich, powerful and master of his woman!
Felicity strains to hold his throbbing thick cock in her mouth, knowing if she pulls off from it he’ll be furious.
She’s learned from bitter experience it’s better simply to submit and hope that things will get better.
Maurice gets an idea and grabs for the phone.
While continuing to thrust in and out of his wife’s mouth he speed dials his bank.
“Arthur? Maurice Miller here,” he says. “Can you bring up my account?”
“Tell me the balance.”
There’s a pause while his banker lists the figure. The only sound is the wet smacking of Felicity’s mouth going up and down on Maurice’s cock.
Felicity is confused about what is going on. He seems consumed with a manic insatiable energy she can’t understand.
“Tell me it again,” he growls happily.
“Fifteen... fucking... million!” His dick feels red hot and powerful.
She can’t believe her ears. How did he get that much money?
Angrily Maurice says, “Don't stop now bitch. I'm about to cum!”
He stuffs his cock back in her mouth. This timid girl should be grateful for servicing the meat of a big rich man like him!
The doorbell rings. Maurice pulls out of her mouth. “Oh fuck it. Go answer that,” he orders.
Felicity stares up at him still in shock looking flustered.
“Christ woman! Can't have visitors seeing you like that. Wake up!”
“Fuck it. I’ll get the door,” he says shoving his cock back in his trousers. Bloody useless woman.
Felicity bursts into tears. She’s so ashamed of herself for letting him treat her like this.
She doesn’t know how to stop it, especially since he’s so rich now. How could she ever leave him? How can anything ever change?
It was all so different when she and Maurice were first together. At least she thinks it was. He seemed so sweet and gentle. But gradually he turned into this beast, power hungry and ruthless.
She sits on the cold floor feeling so alone, the bitter taste of his leaking cock still on her tongue.
Felicity has slowly accepted over the years of their marriage that Maurice is the master of the household and it’s her job to obey. Lately his demands have been for more than a tidy house when he returns and a hot meal on the table. He wants sexual gratification immediately no matter what she’s doing. But it seems like the harder she tries to satisfy him, the angrier and more demanding he gets.
Felicity falls forward on the floor shuddering, trying to hold back the tears.
She knows this state of virtual slavery can’t continue.
If what Maurice said is true, he’s immensely rich now. If she tried to leave him he’d make sure she lived out on the street. None of her friends or family would care about her poverty because she voluntarily left a wealthy man. There’s no escape.
Maurice grudgingly answers the door, unable to stop thinking about the millions resting in his bank account.
Two men are standing on his door step with friendly smiles on their faces.
“Good afternoon sir,” one of the men says brightly.
“We noticed your hedges need trimming and we offer a gardening service at very reasonable rates.”
“We have all the equipment needed with us and....”
Maurice angrily cuts him off, “We don't need any fucking gardening.”
The men are startled by his abrupt tone.
“It'll barely cost you anything sir,” the second man tries to reassure him.
“Don't you lads know this is a gated community,” Maurice says with undisguised loathing.
“You shouldn't be here. Clear off or I'm calling the cops.”
The men are taken aback and stare at him blankly.
They are hurt by the demeaning way he’s speaking to them like they are nothing more than dirt.
Maurice slams the door shut, but an idea suddenly pops into his head.
“Wait. I think my wife may need some work done in her flower garden,” Maurice says, his tone suddenly friendly and softer.
“Hang on here.”
“Erm.. Thanks mister,” he replies uncertainly.
He shuts the door on the perplexed men.
Maurice gets a nasty grin on his face, ready to prove how he is the king once more.
The guys look at each other uncertainly, but they are in no position to turn down possible work.
Felicity carefully tries to reapply her make-up.
She feels a wrenching anger which she has no way to express. It sits there balled up in the pit of her stomach tearing her up inside.
Maurice comes back to her glowing with excitement and the strength of his position.
She was hoping whoever was at the door would distract him so he’d leave her alone.
But he’s only come back with an even stronger look of hunger in his eyes.
She looks at the floor, knowing intuitively what’s coming again.
His blood rushes in his excitement over dominating her. His trembling little girl of a wife wouldn’t dare say no to him.
The look of fear and resistance on her face only makes his cock stiffen more.
Felicity wants to get up and leave, tell him to suck his own dick.
But fear keeps her rooted to the floor on her knees.
He once again pulls her head towards his cock and she can't bring herself to stop him.
“Open wide,” Maurice saying fiendishly while stroking his stiffening fat cock.
Though it sickens her she does as she’s told and takes his engorged penis in her mouth.
Her nostrils fill with the heated musty scent of his pulsing dick.
Her fingers are trembling trying to open her mouth, but her jaw resists.
Maurice impatiently rams it in while thinking what an ungrateful bitch she is.
Loads of women would be honoured to suck a rich man’s meat he thinks.
His dick is like a thick burning rod and his balls are full to bursting.
He angrily shoves her head down all the way on his cock nearly making her choke.
Felicity’s body locks up in resistance feeling his thick member filling her mouth completely.
She does her best to suck on it in order to please him and give him the relief he needs.
But it’s difficult with Maurice violently shoving her face up and down as if she were nothing more than an instrument for his pleasure.
He grins feeling like an all powerful man.
Her lips slide over the silky shaft of his cock.
He reaches for the phone while he continues to selfishly fuck her face.
He dials the police.
“Hello?” he says, doing his best to sound flustered and upset.
“I’d like to report a couple vagrants who are hanging about my property.”
Felicity squeezes her eyes shut confused about what’s going on, willing this to end.
“I asked them to leave and they are making threats!”
“I want them locked up,” he says with sudden authority.
The police are bound to take his side over a couple of tatty vagabonds.
He hangs up the phone and goes back to forcing his wife’s head down on his cock.
This is what it’s like to have the world at your disposal. He’s flushed with power and money.
While he takes the warm wet pleasure from his wife’s mouth he thinking about everything he can do with his new money.
Felicity can feel his thrusts become more emphatic as he nears climax.
‘New car, new furniture, new designer suits…’ he lists of excitedly in his mind.
Hell, he can hire a dozen prostitutes to come here and give him a lesbian show while he uses his wife as a footstool licking at his feet.
He’s glowing with triumph imagining himself towering above everyone else, reigning atop of a mountain of money. Just as he pictures himself revving up his new Porsche he shoots a hot wad of semen into his wife’s trembling mouth.
It’s later in the day and Maurice has gone out leaving Felicity under strict instructions to clean the house, get dinner on and have things organised and ready for him when he returns. Her sister Audrey has dropped in to visit with her. While she continues working through her list of chores, Felicity relates to her sister what life with her husband has been like recently.
“That's unbelievable Fliss,” Audrey says in shock. “No one should put up with that.”
Felicity realises that this is true, but somehow she’s grown to believe over time that she deserves this kind of treatment.
A part of her is simply too afraid to stand up to him.
Audrey can’t believe her sister has turned into such a meek little kitten. She used to be so vibrant and opinionated, ready to stand up for herself and demand what she wants.
“You've got to leave,” Audrey insists and takes another sip of her tea.
The idea of setting out on her own, abandoning all the comfort and security of this home, not to mention her position in the community, fills her with dread.
“I wouldn't find anyone better,” Felicity says solemnly.
Audrey can’t understand her stubborn resistance. Surely Felicity must see things will only get worse now that Maurice has made so much money.
She scrubs the dishes, her hands trembling at being confronted with the truth.
“He was the star athlete in our school,” she says reminding herself what a prize Maurice is. “Everyone wanted him.”
She remembers seeing him out on the playing field, how sexy and handsome he was. She wanted him so badly, wanted that body for her own.
“That was in school!” Audrey says exasperated.
“He may still be fit and young, but he's not that sweet athletic schoolboy anymore.”
Audrey sighs and looks her sister in the eyes, pleading with her to see reason.
“I suppose,” she admits painfully.
Then she shrugs and says, “Anyway, he's rich now.”
“Fat lot of use that is,” Audrey reasons.
“Making his wife's life a misery. It's criminal.”
Felicity continues methodically scrubbing the dishes feeling tears welling up in her eyes.
“It's not right,” Audrey insists, her blood boiling.
“I tell you I can't leave,” Felicity mutters, hanging her head low.
Audrey isn’t going to stand for this. She should just take her sister and leave now. Once she’s out of this house she’ll realise she just doesn’t need this man any longer.
But before she can suggest this, she hears a car pulling up in the drive.
Felicity turns around in disbelief. No it can’t be! It’s far too early for him to be back!
Her heart has suddenly started beating madly in her chest, so hard that she finds it hard to catch her breath.
There’s so much she hasn’t finished yet. The prospect of receiving Maurice’s displeasure makes her shake.
Audrey is shocked by how frightened Fliss is. Of her own husband! She never used to be like this. She was once so strong.
Felicity rushes to reapply her lipstick, touch up her make up before Maurice sees her.
Her fingers are trembling and it’s difficult to hold the mirror steady.
She rushes from the room to meet Maurice as he comes through the door. He hates having to call for her.
Audrey stands in place amazed to see her sister running around like a maniac.
She shakes her head and takes another sip of tea, waiting for Felicity to come back in with Maurice.
A few minutes pass and Felicity still doesn’t come back.
‘What on earth is keeping her,’ she wonders heading to the hall.
She opens the door and stops in her tracks.
She’s so shocked that she can’t believe what she’s seeing.
How could he make her do something so demeaning, right out in the open!
He’s forcing her to fellate him there on the door step where anyone could see!
Felicity sounds like she’s choking slightly and is trying to pull back.
Maurice holds her head steady and guides her up and down over his hard enraged cock.
Audrey is too surprised to speak. He’s such a beast, demanding her to get on her knees and service him.
“Please close the door,” Felicity says thinking of the neighbours who might be passing by.
“I can't bear...” she says in a trembling voice.
Maurice simply laughs.
His thick dick is pulsing hot, excited by his dominance over this woman.
He grabs her head and pushes it back toward his cock.
Everything is spinning out of control for Felicity. She’s been completely stripped of any control.
“Let the neighbours fucking watch,” he mutters humping her face.
Audrey scowls and shakes her head. She can’t help Felicity if she isn’t prepared to help herself.
Felicity nearly chokes trying to take his large cock completely into her mouth as he’s pushing her to do.
“Swallow my load slut,” he growls. “Let the whole fucking world see what a cum-hungry whore you are.”
Audrey is at first consumed with sadness seeing her sister reduced to such a humiliating state.
But this quickly turns to anger and rage.
She can’t watch this anymore.
Quietly she slips away before Maurice sees her.
Felicity remains on the floor struggling to take his dick though she’s aware her sister is just in the next room.
She’s stopped resisting, paralyzed by the fear she feels for her husband.
The heady stench of his crotch fills her nostrils and overwhelms her.
She performs her duty mechanically, though inside there’s a part of her which is fighting against this and raging at Maurice.
He thinks this is a proof of what a man he is, but Felicity knows better.
He’s turned into a sexual animal, grunting and groaning while forcing his pleasure out of her.
Moaning loudly he’s about to ejaculate, shoot his load right into his wife’s mouth and all over her pretty little frightened face.
“Some day, you piece of shit!” Audrey says aloud.
No man can get away with this. Audrey’s rage at her brother in law rises up inside her and she vows to put things right.
Twelve months after Felicity found herself on the entrance floor to her own home being made to felate her husband in open view things only got worse. Maurice bought himself flash cars and slept around with dozens of women, not to mention the increasingly degrading things he made his wife do. But one day Maurice got an unexpected call from Felicity’s sister Audrey. He tried to brush her off, but she demanded to see him. Something about her assertive tone of voice sent a jolt of fear through Maurice and he knew it would be very unwise to refuse her.
Audrey stares down at Maurice authoritatively waiting for a response to what she’s just told him.
Maurice feels a trembling inside hearing Audrey so confidently relate to him the dirty details of the scheme he used to get rich. He despises this feeling of weakness and his instinct is to stamp it out.
Felicity knew that there must have been some explanation like this behind Maurice’s recent huge success. She was simply too afraid to ask the right questions to find out what was really going on.
Maurice uses his aggressive male tactic of trying to stare her down, hoping she’ll back away and admit she’s made a mistake. But Audrey stands firm.
“I don't know what the fuck you're talking about,” he says firmly.
“Oh I think you do,” Audrey snaps back with unwavering confidence.
He thinks for a moment wondering if there is any way he can deny it, but Audrey has her facts pretty straight. It’s like he’s been squeezed into a small compact space.
“Even if what you say is true, you have no proof,” he says evenly.
“I had a very long, good chat with Mrs. Kodminski.”
Maurice feels another wrenching pain in his gut at the name of his partner’s wife. “And she showed me some papers which your partner Stephan told her to get rid of,” Audrey continues.
“The poor dear was too nervous to destroy them, afraid it would be illegal. So I took them off her hands.”
“What?” he says trying to restrain the anger from welling up inside him. He wants to kill his idiotic partner who didn’t follow his instructions.
Audrey holds up the briefcase and Maurice’s face drops in shock.
“I have them in here as well as copies at my home and in a safe deposit box,” Audrey says.
“What papers?” he says pathetically playing dumb.
Audrey holds up the case knowing very well he knows what they are and that he has no way of disproving his guilt against them.
“Would you like to see them?” she offers.
“No! I believe you,” he says not wanting to have them brought out into the ugly light. He’d rather forget they existed.
Felicity can see it now. Maurice will be hauled off to prison. She’ll either be implicated because she’s his wife, even though she had no knowledge of his dirty business dealings, or she'll be impoverished, out on the street.
Maurice knows that anything can be solved by money. This bitch just wants a piece of the pie. “Alright. You’ve got me. How much do you want for them? Felicity! Get my check book,” he barks out his orders.
“Oh no!” she says motioning for Felicity to stay seated. “I don’t want money.”
“Alright bitch. What is it?” he says impatiently.
“What do you want?”
“Nothing much,” Audrey says with apparent innocence.
“Just a few chores done around the house.”
Felicity’s eyes snap to her husband. Maurice? Doing chores? The idea is outrageous.
“Right,” Maurice says uncertainly. “I guess I have no choice. Whatever you say.” He doesn’t accept defeat easily, but he knows he has to be strategic about this. He’s in no way willing to sacrifice everything he’s worked for.
“Good,” Audrey says confidently. This is a moment she’ll relish for the rest of her life.
It’s the present day. Felicity and Audrey are lounging comfortably on the leather sofa leafing through the latest fashion magazines. They’ve both recently had make-overs and are wearing new outfits out of a closet packed full with new and expensive designer outfits.
They point out a range of outfits they are interested in and a darling pair of suede high-heeled boots.
“Oh darling, I can’t decide,” Felicity says. “I want that one. And that one. This whole ensemble really.”
“Go for it. You deserve it,” Audrey encourages her.
Maurice carefully brings in a pot of tea for the ladies to enjoy. A chastity device is clamped to his penis.
The women flip through the pages seemingly unaware that he’s entered the room. To top off the degrading state of being naked all day and night and serving these women constantly, their cold unconcern with him makes him feel incredibly low.
“Doesn’t this new style look incredibly chic?” Audrey says running her hands enthusiastically over the page of clothing.
“Absolutely,” Felicity agrees. “So powerful and professional, yet incredibly feminine.”
“That outfit would look especially good with one of those darling thick Dupioni silk ties around the waist.” He pours the tea obediently, highly conscious of his total exposure.
They giggle and plan over their purchases. They’ll never tire of finding new and exciting things to spend Maurice’s money on.
He hands his wife her tea and she takes it without a word or glance at him.
So used to having all the attention, Maurice has grown to crave any sort of recognition the women might bestow on him now.
Audrey glances at him critically as he hands her the tea. Her look is cold and cruelly assessing his appearance.
Her eyes fall to his tightly contained cock and she openly stares.
Maurice feels her considering his nudity and the shameful state his genitals are perpetually kept in. Without the least hesitation, she reaches up and handles the device locked to his dick.
She tests its strength and the way it restricts his cock.
“Is this stronger than the last one?” Audrey enquires.
She tugs and pulls on it harshly making the metal bite into his sensitive genitals. He can’t remember the last time he was allowed to orgasm. His balls feel full and tight.
“Yes. Guaranteed that he won’t break out of it,” Felicity assures her.
“He’s been wearing it for two weeks now.”
Audrey strokes the metal strapped around his shaft and lifts his genitals up, twisting them around to make sure the device won’t give way.
“We tested a few models in the shop before I found one that I liked best.”
The women laugh and turn again to their magazine flipping through the pages.
Maurice gets down on his knees continuing with his duties to please and serve the women.
He carefully removes Audrey’s shoe, treating her feet with the utmost respect.
Gently he rubs her feminine feet and strokes them lovingly.
Then slowly he lowers his head to her foot mindful of how low and shamefully he’s fallen.
He takes her toes into his mouth, sucking and licking them.
Seemingly oblivious to him the women continue to carelessly flip through the pages of clothes.
Servicing the women like this is the only physical contact he’s allowed to initiate with the women himself.
He’s grown to crave any physical intimacy with the women and get his only sexual pleasure from the brief physical contact he can make with their warm womanly bodies.
He’s aware of what a disgusting animal he’s become, waiting and hoping for a brief moment of contact with the strong women who now own him completely.
The smell of her feet fills his nostrils as he licks and tastes the underside of her feet.
“Oh I don’t know about this one. Rather too many ruffles don’t you think?” Audrey says.
“Yes, I really like my clothes to be fringed with fur or nothing at all,” Felicity agrees.
Maurice moves on to removing his wife’s shoes.
These are feet which he neglected for so many years and never even noticed.
Now with every fibre of his being he feels a longing for his wife’s body. But she only allows him to lick the soles of her feet.
He desires her so badly and feels his cock aching as it’s constrained in the tight metal device.
He’s aware of how low he is in relation to the women now and his proper place is bent naked at their feet, unworthly of a glance or mention.
“Oh you simply must get that one darling!” Audrey gushes.
“Isn’t it so elegant,” Felicity sighs.
“Look at that price tag,” Audrey shakes her head in wonderment.
“Up,” Felicity says speaking to Maurice for the first time since he entered the room.
"Get me the card," she orders.
Felicity used to be so meek and timid before. Now she’s a strong woman: capable, intelligent and insistent on fulfilling all her desires.
Maurice quickly scrambles out of the room to retrieve his credit card, always obedient to answer his wife's commands immediately.
Felicity feels so much happier now and she radiates power and authority in the graceful way she commands her household.
Maurice offers it to her, but doesn’t even get a glance to reward him for his efforts.
Felicity spends so frequently and frivolously that Maurice has had to get several cards to appease her.
Felicity quickly dials the number eager for her new little treat to herself.
Upstairs two strange men are silently climbing into the house through a window. They do their best to keep quiet and tread carefully.
They rifle through the linen closet hoping to discover some hidden valuables.
This house seems packed with only expensive and new things.
Meanwhile, Felicity continues to place her order while Maurice tidies the room.
One of the burglars accidentally brushes against a picture sending it tumbling to the floor with a crash.
They all hear the sound of glass smashing and look up fearfully.
They wonder what it was. There’s no cat or other pet in the house which might accidentally knock things over. Perhaps the wind?
The burglars look around fearfully, unsure if anyone is in the house or not.
They look at each other silently deciding to get all the most expensive things as quickly as possible and get out.
Quickly they rummage through the closet plundering boxes and sweeping through jewellery cases.
They knock other things over in their haste to go through things quickly.
This place is like a goldmine!
They eagerly hold things up and gesture to each other.
Diamond encrusted watches, gold and silver designer jewellery.
The men look through it all eagerly. They’ll be rich!
They listen carefully. There’s the sound of more things being knocked over. There must be intruders of some kind!
The women are startled. Maurice is concerned about his wife’s safety. He’d defend her with his life.
The burglars quickly sift through the loot so that they can make their escape.
Maurice grabs a fire poker ready to do whatever he has to in order to defend the women.
“Go see what that was,” his wife orders him.
Felicity and Audrey were enjoying a pleasant afternoon shopping through their fashion catalogues and being served by the lady of the house’s naked husband slave. The sound of burglars breaking into the upstairs bedroom has terrified the women. Maurice is quick to jump to the women’s defence despite being fully naked with an embarrassing chastity device attached to his penis.
Maurice bursts into the bedroom brandishing a fire poker. He’s shocked by what he sees.
“Hold it right there!” he shouts threateningly.
The burglars are doubly surprised. They’ve been caught out and by a strange naked man!
Felicity’s broken picture and her jewellery are strewn over the floor.
Maurice is consumed by the kind of ferocious anger he used to continuously feel and display to those beneath him.
He waves the poker at them angrily, ready to gouge their eyes out.
Despite being strong-armed into a state of perpetual house slavery, Maurice is eager to prove that he still rules this household.
He won’t have a couple of loser ruffians breaking into his domain and stealing his wife’s precious things.
“Shit! I told you there were people home,” one burglar says. The other begs, “Please let us go.”
“What on earth?!” Felicity exclaims in surprise entering the room with her sister.
The burglars stand completely still, afraid to make a move should the angry naked man stab them in the face.
They stare at the criminals mulling over what they should do with them now that they have them trapped.
The burglars don’t care about the loot now. They just want to make their escape.
“Take your masks off. I want to see you,” Felicity orders.
They are too frightened to move. This is the first crime they’ve ever committed and they are terrified of being identified.
Slowly they take off their masks while the three inhabitants stare down angrily at them.
Felicity is unsure how she wants to handle this situation, but she’s already contemplating forms of punishment for these brutal scoundrels.
The men look her in the face, pleading for mercy.
She’s surprised by how handsome and young the men are. They’re a nice bit of rough.
Maurice’s eyes dart back and forth between the two men. They look strangely familiar somehow.
Felicity shrewdly observes that these men are more frightened than they themselves are. She has total control of this situation and can do whatever she want to them.
“Now take off the rest of your clothes.”
His face drops. Did he hear her right? Take his clothes off?
Maurice has been trained to obey the women’s orders instantly. He thrusts out the fire poker enraged that someone wouldn’t obey his wife immediately.
The guys recoil in fear. All they want to do is leave. They won’t even take anything.
Audrey finds it very sexy suddenly having two dangerous and strapping young men at their disposal.
Felicity stares into their eyes intensely. She has a new-found confidence which allows her to demand that men give her all she desires.
“Do it now,” she says firmly.
The terrified men hesitate wondering what her motives are and how they can get out of this mess.
Maurice is ready to lunge at them with the fire poker if they don’t comply.
The burglars quickly whip off their shirts.
They are alarmed and confused about what’s going on. What have they got themselves into? Are they going to put a metal clamp on their dicks like this guy?
These women look determined and capable of anything.
With trembling hands the men lower down their trousers and pants.
Maurice hasn’t even considered why the women are asking the burglars to do this. All he knows is that their orders must be obeyed.
The men feel this is cruel and unusual treatment being made to strip with a frighteningly sharp fire poker being waved at them.
Without their clothes they feel like they have no defence against the owners of the house and are completely at their mercy.
Maurice keeps right on him and doesn't let him stop. His wife ordered him to take off ALL his clothes.
The second burglar fiddles with his pants, embarrassed to reveal his dick to these strange women.
Felicity is already looking the naked one up and down like a new catalogue purchase she’s made.
The second one slowly pulls down his pants. His heart is beating violently in his chest.
He’s aware of the dark-haired woman watching his dick flop out, casting an instant judgement over his looks and naked body.
The women look them over, studying their bodies in detail while Maurice looks at their faces thinking very hard about where he’s seen them before.
“I know you,” he says with certainty.
“Yeah, because of you we got locked up for 8 months!”
Felicity looks carefully at the men. Is there some other scheme he was involved in which landed these men in hot water?
Maurice looks carefully at their faces and slowly it comes back to him. It was the day he found out he’d made his fortune… the day it all started to fall apart.
“When we really didn’t do nothin'!” the other burglar complains.
The women see that these men have also suffered because of Maurice’s selfishness.
“Just wanted a little work is all,” the burglar cries angrily.
‘That bastard,’ Audrey thinks looking at Maurice.
Their time at jail meant they couldn’t get work of any kind after being released. It’s led them to embark on a career of petty crime.
“That’s terrible!”
Maurice stares back at the women guiltily. How was he supposed to know his small joke would lead the men to this?
Audrey seizes the poker from Maurice’s hand so he won’t scare these poor men anymore.
Then she delivers a sharp slap to his face.
He still must fight the urge to shout in protest when receiving punishment.
He’s frightened about what’ll happen now that he’s angered the women. Since his enslavement he has learned that it means trouble for him.
Deep down he still believes that women have no right to treat him like this and that he’s the superior one. But then he remembers the threat of exposure and a life-long prison sentence that he faces if Audrey hands over the evidence against him.
Felicity shakes her head at her husband. There’s no end to the mess this filthy man has made of people’s lives.
“You deserve some compensation,” she says wanting to undo the damage her husband has done.
The men listen cautiously.
Maurice resents that these men should get anything back. It’s their own fault for bothering people in their homes!
“Take whatever you like,” she invites them.
“Hubby will buy me replacements and they are insured anyway.”
“But why not stay and enjoy yourselves?”
The burglars are still unsure. What does she mean exactly by ‘enjoy themselves’?
The women look at them seductively, indicating exactly what they mean.
The guys smile and look at each other. Has their fortune really turned around so quickly?
Felicity looks them over flirtatiously.
Two new big naked men for her to play with.
The men instantly feel turned on. Is this gracious high class lady actually propositioning them?!
Maurice is suspicious of what his wife is up to. Why would she want to keep these men in the house any longer than they need to be?
The guys laugh and smile at the women. It’s such a relief that they aren’t going to be turned in for committing an act of burglary for the first time.
He’s terrified to see a look on his wife’s face he hasn’t seen in a long time. She’s actually turned on by these naked men!
The guys smile and nod, aware that the women are looking over their naked bodies and considering the potential of their long exposed cocks.
Felicity rests her hands on one of their bodies, testing him out. The guys chuckle together suddenly feeling very horny.
He’s served his wife faithfully for a long time now. Every minute he’s been exposed to her he’s wished more than anything that she would forgive him and touch him tenderly like that again. Now she’s doing it to complete strangers!
In his former life, Maurice would have had these filthy burglars on their knees crying for mercy by now. It excited him and gave the business tycoon a high to stamp down upon the lower classes. But Felicity runs the house now and she has a much more democratic attitude than her now enslaved husband.
“Here’s the deal,” Felicity says approaching the now naked man and stroking his shoulder. “I’ll let you leave with whatever valuables you want…”
“but you must make love to me.”
“and you had better be good,” she says emphatically.
The burglars are surprised that this beautiful strong woman is being so gracious towards them.
Maurice feels a powerful ache throughout his whole body hearing Felicity’s words.
It feels like he’s served her faithfully in the nude for years now. But she never gives him a soft touch or looks in his eyes like she’s doing to these utter strangers!
The guys look at each other laughing in manly camaraderie. They thought they were about to be tossed in jail, but they’ll be getting off with some hot women instead!
Maurice looks down on the pair of men, loathing them with every fibre of his being.
The women’s hands travel sensuously down their naked bodies, nearing their already hardening cocks.
Audrey strokes the nervous man’s hair, looking directly into his eyes with her penetrating stare.
He smiles uncertainly, excited by this attractive woman, but knowing that if he doesn’t satisfy these women they could easily turn them into the police.
She stands over him, looking over his fully exposed body and stroking his cock.
It hardens and springs up to attention.
The other burglar grows equally excited, breathing in the intoxicating expensive perfume Felicity is wearing.
His cock thickens and rises under her warm delicate hands.
Maurice looks down angrily, his naked body hungering painfully for attention like this from the powerful women.
Felicity rubs the sensitive exposed head of his dick with her thumb, driving the unsuspecting man wild with desire.
The men’s hearts are pounding and the blood is rushing to their dicks, caught so unexpectedly in this highly erotic situation.
Felicity has always been curious about what some handsome men she’s seen look like naked.
Now she’s buzzing with the powerful feeling she’s got from ordering this man to strip naked for her and serve her sexually in the way she wants.
His cock is differently shaped from her husband’s.
She enjoys running her hands over the unfamiliar contours of his shaft.
The burglar desires her so badly. She’s so confident and in control.
He stares hungrily at her breasts, but instinctively knows he shouldn’t touch them without permission.
Felicity’s sexual delight over handling these naked men is multiplied by being conscious her enslaved hubby has to watch powerlessly as she enjoys the other men's bodies.
His cock and balls are imprisoned. It’d driving him mad that he’s never granted any sexual release when he wants his wife so badly now.
“You must be very upset about being caught,” Felicity sighs sympathetically.
“Oh, but you are trembling,” Audrey says. "Why not get a nice little blow job to calm you guys down? It will help warm you up for your new duties."
The guys smile as they have been caught off-guard, but they are more surprised at this powerful sexual desire which has suddenly overcome them.
The thought of receiving a blow job from the beautiful women who run this stately house feels dangerous and exciting.
Audrey strokes his hands knowing how badly he wants to get off.
“Maurice, on your knees,” Audrey commands him.
The guys frown uncertainly. They thought the women were going to suck on their meat.
Maurice stops dead in horror. She expects him to blow them?!?
The guys smile cruelly, suddenly liking the idea of screwing the mouth of the prick who turned them into the police.
Having learned to unquestionably follow whatever the women order him to do, Maurice instantly falls to his knees.
Felicity knows that her husband will find this more painfully humiliating than anything she’s made him do so far.
Maurice hates these lower class men and the thought of sucking their cocks makes him want to be sick.
He looks pleadingly up at his wife, consumed with fear yet prepared to follow anything she says. "Come along. Help our new guests relax," she says.
The burglars look questionably at each other and give a small shrug. Why not?
Felicity pulls one of the burglars up, encouraging him to stick his hard penis in her husband’s mouth.
Maurice stares at the gleaming pink head of his cock and feels the bile rising up in the back of his throat.
Powerfully aroused, Felicity watches on knowing full well that Maurice will now bow down to her every whim without question.
The burglar holds his dick out and slaps it against the man’s bare chest.
The other burglar watches on uncertainly, but is excited by the power they have to sexually punish the man who threw them in jail for doing nothing!
Felicity makes her husband open his mouth to receive the hard pulsing cock.
She guides his head up and down over the length of it.
Maurice nearly chokes feeling the salty/tangy taste of the hard dick in his mouth.
His body is wracked in panic as his head goes up and down over it, yet he can do nothing to stop this.
The burglar excitedly fucks his face, thrusting in and out so his dick nearly hits the back of Maurice’s throat and makes him gag.
Felicity smiles both pleased and excited by the sight of her husband orally servicing another man.
The burglars cock has grown and is throbbing excitedly invading the wet cavern of the terrified husband’s mouth.
"Suck it," Felicity orders. She pushes his head down making him swallow the entire length of the burglar’s rod.
The other burglar has been stroking himself while watching and now Audrey encourages him to get up and screw the enslaved man’s mouth as well.
He jumps up excited to hammer his meat into this cunt’s face.
Maurice is made to receive another cock in his mouth and Audrey guides the burglar along.
Felicity pushes her husband’s head up and down over the burglar’s dick.
Audrey cups the man’s buns and helps him thrust in and out.
The burglar is powerfully aroused asserting his dominance over this man he hates at the insistence of the exotic woman standing so closely behind him.
Despite his willingness to serve, Felicity has to hold his head while making him go up and down over the man’s cock.
Shame fills every inch of Maurice’s body while he goes down all the way on the man’s cock, smelling the warm sweaty scent of another man’s muscular body, another man’s hot full balls!
Audrey helps him thrust in and out. “Eat that cock you disgusting prick!”
The women push both the men to insert their hard penises into the male slave’s mouth at the same time.
The guys fight for room thrusting their cocks into the terrified man’s face, slapping his cheeks with their slick aroused cocks.
Maurice panics, but his head is held in place while his mouth is wrenched open to receive both cocks.
He nearly chokes feeling the pulsing live things being thrust in his mouth so insistently. He feels his male pride being smothered into oblivion.
The men angrily fuck his face faster and faster, filling his cheeks and making his stomach churn in disgust.
He tastes the precum seeping heavily from their dicks, coating his tongue and staining his pride permanently.
Felicity pushes his head down, refusing to let him stop when the men are sweating and thrusting with a ferocious intensity.
They are crowded around him, towering over him making him feel like the smallest, weakest creature on the planet. "Suck them you lousy piece of shit!"
His mouth has turned into a gaping receptacle for these big hard men’s angry desire.
Big sticky gobs drip from his mouth as it’s filled with saliva, sweat and precum.
The men joust for room in his resistant mouth, ramming their dicks in harder and stabbing his face with them.
It revolts him, but he fights to open his mouth to receive them at his wife’s command. Her hands remain firmly on his head forcing him to go up and down on the wet pungent cocks.
His entire body wracked with pain, Maurice’s screams of horror are silenced by the thick hot members forcing their way into his mouth as if they will never ever get enough.
The thing which high-flying business man Maurice values above all the property and wealth he’s acquired is his pride. His powerful wife has ordered him to get on his knees and take in his mouth the pulsing hard cocks of men he wouldn’t even wipe his feet on. The act is a form of ultimate submission. By servicing other men’s cocks he demonstrates that he will follow her orders no matter how degrading HE finds it.
Felicity finally allows the men to step back after shoving their erections in her husband’s mouth. Maurice coughs and splutters with great big gobs of saliva dripping from his mouth.
Felicity is astonished at how hot it was to make her husband open wide to receive a pounding from the two men.
Maurice’s head is pounding. The taste of the men’s cocks is still in his mouth. His body is wracked with shame.
The burglars chuckle, excited that the man they despise is being made to service them.
Maurice can hear them all laughing and looking down upon him as if he’s an utterly despicable filthy creature.
Felicity grabs the now fully erect cocks on either side of her and says to her husband, “Now you will help me get ready for these big stiff cocks.”
The men’s cocks jump excitedly in her hands anticipating making love to this hot woman. Felicity is thrilled to have two studly men so willingly at her service.
Tears stream down the fallen man’s face realizing they will soon be able to experience the sweet pleasure of penetrating his wife which he’s been strictly denied.
Felicity climbs up onto the bed, eyeing the naked men up and down in anticipation.
She slowly removes her panties driving the men watching wild.
Their aching cocks throb with the need for release.
Maurice is beckoned up and he quickly jumps to attention.
He hasn’t even been allowed the pleasure of orally servicing his wife up until this point.
His cock stiffens at the thought of it, but is strangled by the metal contraption wrapped around his genitals.
He noses between his wife’s legs to lick, conscious that he’s bent over like a hungry dog.
Felicity presses his head down, rubbing his features in her vagina.
The burglars continue stroking themselves, keeping their cocks up in anticipation.
Felicity eyes them up flirtatiously. She grows more and more aroused. "Mmm... Work me open for these real men's cocks!" she says aloud.
The men find it incredibly arousing standing naked before the woman they desire so much, waiting for her to beckon them.
Maurice licks between her legs gratefully, feeling her vagina moisten and open up.
The burglars openly stroke their massive erections. They are burning up with the need for a hole to empty their balls in.
Audrey watches the scene feeling very aroused herself, excited by both forcing Maurice to submit and the two handsome erect men.
Felicity has established herself as the supreme ruler of this household. All men must submit to her will.
She moans excitedly asserting her power over her husband, pushing his head up and down as he penetrates her with his tongue.
His cock is painfully restricted the entire time.
Maurice lovingly attends to his wife. He grows more aroused tasting how aroused she is becoming.
The men stroke their hard dicks, their pulse racing seeing how Felicity is staring at them so amorously.
She strokes his constrained genitals with her foot making him even more excited.
As Maurice licks between her legs he feels a hope growing inside him that maybe his beautiful wife will see fit to let him make love to her as well.
She’s moaning so excitedly and the juices are flowing freely in her warm crevice.
His head eagerly pumps up and down between her legs.
Audrey becomes moist between her legs simply watching what’s happening.
Felicity thinks of all the times her husband made her fellate him, the gruelling pain of feeling so low that her feelings mattered so little over his own need to get off. Now the tables have turned.
She can make her husband use his mouth in any way she desires and not care in the least what he wants.
Maurice never served his wife like this in the previous part of their marriage. He would have thought it beneath him. But now, after months and months of denial, he’s over-excited at being able to taste and breathe in his wife’s sex.
Just as he feels her starting to reach a feverish pitch of excitement, she pushes his head away.
He’s ready to leap naked on top of her, break out of his cock cage and fuck her like mad. But she kicks him away.
He stares longingly at her moist pussy which he’s helped to arouse. His entire body is aching painfully to enter her.
Felicity sits up and kicks her naked husband aside.
This is too agonizing for him. “Oh please,” he begs feeling as if he’s about to burst.
Audrey answers by grabbing his hair and pulling him up off the bed.
He cries out in pain feeling himself dragged away from his beautiful graceful wife.
The burglars gather closer to her, stroking their dicks and waiting for her to instruct them.
It’s killing him that these common men should have the supreme pleasure of screwing his wife and not him!
He moans in pain as he’s aggressively dragged from his own bed chamber.
The burglars feel like they’ve entered a wild fantasy – the lady of the house inviting the ruffian gardeners in for some fun.
Felicity sits seductively on the bed, determined to have the time of her life.
It will be all the more exciting for her knowing that her husband is right at this moment pining and hungry, his cock bursting in his restrictive prison.
Felicity motions the men to come closer and they both oblige, stroking their hard cocks and getting off on the fact she finds them so visually appealing.
There’s nothing out in the palatial house’s cold, dark back garden except the sounds of crickets chirping.
Audrey drags the naked, miserable man along with her.
She makes him get down on his hands and knees. He’s trembling all over and has no idea what’s going to happen to him.
Audrey attaches a leash and locks it so he’ll stay in place.
She promptly walks back into the house, leaving him kneeling like a dog and shivering.
The silence is suddenly broken by a feminine groan of excitement coming from the bedroom window.
He tries to crawl back toward the house, but the leash cuts into the muscles of his neck. He strains to see what’s happening, but all he can make out is the soft glow of light emanating from his bedroom window.
His dick throbs painfully in the metal constraints as he hears the sound of his wife being pleasured. He stares up feeling so miniscule and useless, like a speck of dirt on his great wife’s shoe.
Now established as the ruler of the house, Felicity is finally getting to live out her sexual fantasies. The worst thing about this experience for her enslaved husband Maurice is that he doesn’t know what exactly is happening in his bedroom. He must remain naked in the backyard staring up at the soft glow of light emanating from the window, listening to the sounds of his wife’s moans of pleasure and imagining what’s being done to the woman he sorely wants to sleep with.
Maurice pictures her lying on the bed with the naked burglars poised on either side of her so she can fondle and enjoy their bodies.
The burglars cocks are already powerfully stiff because of the job Maurice did servicing them.
He imagines how lustfully his wife stares at their pulsing eager cocks.
The burglars must be revelling in their good fortune, having the time of their lives offering their naked bodies to his wife.
Maurice wishes so badly he could feel his wife excitedly licking the head of his cock.
Picturing his wife’s sexual appetite stirred to such a feverish point makes him want to cum so badly.
She lays comfortably back on their bed in complete control of the men she’s chose to sample...
admiring their fully naked masculine bodies…
enjoying the way their cocks pulse excitedly as she licks around the sensitive pink glans…
Maurice’s cock is pressing against the tight metal chastity device attached to him. He hears his wife sighing excitedly.
He pictures his wife inviting the men to enter her...
greedily reaching out to handle the other burglar as the first slides his cock inside her…
the sweet smile of satisfaction she has taking a man for her own pleasure…
her body heaving excitedly in response to the naked man poised on top of her…
servicing her in the way she desires and deserves.
Maurice wishes she would look at him with such unrestrained lust.
Felicity has become so sexually confident now and is not afraid to take what she wants.
Instead of remaining the meek, obedient housewife she demands what she wants from the naked men she’s invited to play.
She moves her body eagerly up to meet the naked man on top of her, demanding he penetrate her further.
The burglar pants like a lustful beast who can’t get enough of serving this magnificent mistress.
As the burglar screws her, her sexual appetite only increases.
Maurice pictures her eagerly sucking the other burglar’s cock, overcome by the naked men surrounding her.
Filling her mouth with the taste of the men he helped make erect.
The burglar groans like an animal as his seed explodes into her.
These torturous images crowd his mind as he painfully kneels on the cold ground staring up at the warm light from the inviting bedroom.
Ever since his enslavement he’s been bursting to make love to his wife like this. The thought that a couple of cretins who happen along should have the pleasure instead of him is torturous.
The enthusiastic desire which Felicity now expresses turns him on even more than the power-trip he always got from dominating her.
Maurice would eagerly make love to her like this if she would only allow him.
Felicity is determined to have her own fun.
Her moans reach a feverish pitch as the second burglar achieves orgasm while pumping between her legs.
Crouched on the dirty concrete in anguish, Maurice looks up hopefully seeing the door open.
Audrey reappears and walks around the man as if assessing what a sorry, pathetic sight he makes.
She undoes his collar and drags him back into the house.
The sweaty exhausted trio are sitting around, sharing cigarettes and glasses of wine.
Maurice is roughly pushed back into the bedroom and he can instantly smell the thick stench of sex which hangs in the air.
He eyes his wife up sadly while she laughs looking very satisfied.
She looks at him as if thinking that these men were finally able to give her what he never could. Standing before her naked he feels very small and worthless.
Miserably he begins tidying the room, knowing that his duty now could only be to clean up after the ladies have had their fun.
As he puts a pillow back in place, Felicity leans forward and gives him a hard slap in the face.
“You can clean the house after the guests leave,” she says angrily.
“For now, I want you to clean me out.”
Felicity opens her legs and Maurice stares down at her vagina which he worked so diligently to excite earlier. It’s now been worked open and is dripping with the burglar’s semen.
She nods with authority. Yes, she wants him to lick up the men’s cum.
Maurice’s stomach churns staring at the thick pools of goo around her vagina and thighs.
Felicity pushes his head down while they all laugh maliciously at the task he has to perform for his wife.
His face is rubbed into and coated with the slimy mess that the burglars left.
Not only does he have to listen to his wife being serviced by other men, but his face is rubbed in it!
“I want you to suck out the juice these real studs pumped into me.”
The sticky substance coats his tongue and makes him gag.
Felicity is radiant forcing her husband to clean her pussy out, pushing him far beyond his limits and establishing her total dominance.
She pushes his head back down and makes him lick it all until she’s clean. Maurice can hear the chorus of laughter all around him, obliterating what was left of his pride.
Maurice has always had an overactive sex drive. Now that he’s been denied the privilege of bedding his wife and with his cock kept under lock and key, all he can think about is sex. Smelling and tasting his wife’s pussy while being made to clean the remnants of the burglars' semen from between her legs drives him crazy. He hopes in vain that by submitting to his wife’s every whim he’ll be granted some relief for his swollen cum-filled balls.
“Swallow it,” Felicity orders. “I don’t want you spitting out their sperm.”
The thick drops of semen coat the inside of his mouth and he has to fight his revulsion at having to swallow them down.
“Now lick these big manly bulls clean.”
Felicity kicks him over onto his back.
He will do whatever she orders though the thought of tasting the wet genitals of these men who screwed his wife disgusts him and makes him want to cry with shame.
“Lick all the sperm and sweat off from their big cocks and balls.”
He obediently lifts his head up to lap at the man’s bulging pink sack.
His heart pounds violently in his chest and his throat closes up as he runs his tongue over the hairy dangling globes.
Felicity grasps the back of his head and props him up to keep cleaning the man’s genitals with his mouth.
Maurice can feel everyone staring down at him sneering and thinking what a disgusting poor excuse for a man he makes.
The man’s sticky cock flops against his face as he struggles to clean the man’s balls completely.
Maurice instinctively pulls away, but Felicity guides his head up and down over the man’s dick to suck it clean.
The cock slides into his mouth and Maurice can smell his wife on the man’s genitals and in his pubic hair!
He hungers fiercely for any sexual contact with his wife and this is all he’s being allowed, the traces of her sexual juices left on her new lover’s engorged penis.
Performing this shameful act of total submission is the only sexual gratification he has.
The man’s wet thick penis slides in and out of his mouth, nearly choking him. He sucks on it desperately
Everyone is staring down at him, a lowly perverted creature who has been transformed from a high-powered business man to a cum-receptacle.
Maurice’s balls are near to bursting and his cock is painfully restrained so he can’t grow erect.
“Suck all of this real man’s sperm out,” Felicity orders him.
The burglar is going erect again under the persistent licking and sucking. Maurice can feel the man’s cock jumping up to meet his gaping mouth.
Felicity watches highly aroused with a naughty glint in her eyes.
The next burglar steps up and holds his penis out to be cleaned as well.
Audrey helps him clean the man’s cock by pushing Maurice’s head towards it and cupping the other man’s firm buttocks to make him thrust it into the slave’s mouth.
Maurice tastes the fresh sperm coating this man’s dick, still seeping out of his piss slit.
“Lick it till he’s clean pervert,” Audrey says.
He desperately swallows though the stuff is clotted in his throat, his head pushed down to suck it all off.
His jaw struggles to open wide enough to receive the man’s tumescent cock which he thrusts insistently into his mouth.
Audrey laughs cruelly and excitedly forcing Maurice to take it.
Maurice thinks of how this man’s penis was so recently thrusting up into his wife and sucks it hungrily.
He’s licked and sucked all he can off from the man’s dick, but they continue to laugh and shove his head down onto it. They’ve ganged up and are energetically screwing the pathetic man’s mouth as if they can’t get enough.
The group share conspiratorial smiles, high from their power over Maurice.
Felicity joins in, grabbing a fistful of Maurice’s hair and pushing his head down on his cock further.
The burglar’s dick is powerful and stiff, stabbing in and out of the helpless husband’s drooling mouth.
Time collapses for Maurice. It feels like he’s always been and always will be in this servile position giving sexual gratification under his wife’s instruction.
He greedily licks and sucks at the sticky engorged head of the man’s cock knowing that everyone thinks he’s nothing more than a filthy whore.
“Fucking hell,” the straight burglar says in disgust looking down at the hungry slave.
Maurice knows he’s sunk lower than he ever has before. He’s sucking the ripe cock of a man he despises!
He coughs and splutters, cum caught in his throat and drying in gooey strands all over his enraged face.
Maurice collapses in exhaustion, his body shaking from the emotional and physical strain.
He feels them all looking down on him and how pathetic he must appear, the burglar’s semen and his wife’s vaginal excretions churning in his stomach.
“I have an idea, since you two stallions are ready to race again...” Felicity says eyeing the men’s erections.
“Give us a show,” she says feeling very sexually excited.
“Fuck my hubby.”
“Roast him like a pig,” Audrey adds. The men's dicks throb at the prospect of more action and skewering the man they despise.
The burglars roughly pull Maurice up and flip him over.
Maurice is stunned and terrified, his muscles stiffen up at the idea of being fucked.
The metal once again cuts painfully into his genitals. His heart pounds fiercely in his chest and his skin tingles as if on fire. The men laugh sinisterly manoeuvring him into position to do as the ladies asked.
Maurice feels the walls closing in on him as he’s made to lie on his front, dribbles of the men’s sperm dripping from his trembling lips. His pride and masculinity is being completely shattered.
An understanding of his existence as a naked sexual slave is taking on its full meaning with this violent act. The ladies sit back comfortably and smile in anticipation.
Maurice can’t take any more of this crushing humiliation. He lies naked on the bed trembling at the thought of his wife’s new order. Memories of how his life used to be drift into his mind. He was once envied by hundreds of men, respected by the community, master of his wife. But these images are fading so quickly under the terrifying reality of the present moment. The burglars are poised on either side of him, ready to fuck his brains out under his wife’s strict command.
Disgusted and terrified at the thought of being fucked by a man, Maurice hugs the bed, but his wife makes him get up on his knees.
The naked husband does as he’s ordered, his arse and genitals feeling incredibly sensitive and vulnerable.
His hole twitches, spread and exposed for the burglar’s angry cock.
His thighs are trembling. He tries to remain still and harden up, maintain some final shred of his dignity as a man.
Felicity holds him firmly in place, willing him to remain and take whatever is given to him. He is conscious of her absolute power over him.
The women are mesmerized as the burglar points his incredibly stiff cock at Maurice’s small tight hole.
Felicity feels her husband shuddering at the first contact between the other man’s cock and his asshole, but she holds him down confidently.
The stinging sensation of his arsehole being pried open travels throughout his body.
His wife grips his hair keeping him bent like a dog while the burglar angrily shoves his dick into the bastard’s arse.
Maurice cries out in shock, never having felt something this intimately painful.
His body seizes up in horror as the burglar slams all the way into him.
The furious vagrant enthusiastically fucks the rich man’s arse, slamming in and out of him.
Through the gut-wrenching pain, Maurice is aware of everyone around him laughing and staring down at him in disgust.
His precious arse is being used as a receptacle for this man’s need to get off. Maurice can hear him groaning and huffing as he pumps vigorously away.
Felicity pushes his head down so he also must take the other man’s cock in his mouth. She’s delighted to let these big brutes work out their lust in her hubby and give her and her sister a nice show.
Maurice feels disgusted and sick, but he obediently opens his mouth to receive the man’s hot cock. Audrey’s little aside to his wife echoes in his ears, “Pathetic, isn’t he?”
The women laugh and sip their wine, heavily aroused by all the grunting and sweating naked male display going on.
Maurice tries to shout in pain as the burglar tears his arse open, but the other burglar shoves his engorged cock fully into his mouth to shut him up.
The men vigorously slam into Maurice’s warm resistant body, the stench of male sweat filling the room.
Maurice can feel the women watching him willing him to take more though he feels physically incapable of withstanding this sexual assault.
The ladies are pleased they’ve demonstrated the full magnitude of their control over this arrogant pervert.
The burglar delights in grabbing onto Maurice’s hair and slamming his face down onto his cock to extract all the pleasure he can out of him.
As the men pump their dicks into both orifices, Maurice feels like he’s being totally crushed.
His body is sweating and breaking under the men’s insistent pounding, but the burglars hold him firm.
The burglar quickly pulls his cock out and continues stroking it vigorously while staring down at the man he’s mercilessly pounded.
Emitting a feverish moan, sperm shoots from his cock, spraying the broken man’s back.
Maurice can feel the man’s seed coating his bare skin, dripping everywhere.
The aroused women laugh in excitement seeing the naked husband coated in shame.
“Fucking take it, piece of shit,” the burglar says excitedly spreading his cum all over Maurice’s back.
Maurice’s arse is thoroughly bathed in cum. It soaks into his skin, leaving a permanent mark of shame.
Audrey excitedly leaps up and walks around admiring how the man is being completely screwed.
Maurice feels the man’s throbbing penis filling his mouth, threatening to burst any second.
Audrey enthusiastically helps him along, pushing the burglar’s butt cheeks while he thrusts into Maurice’s mouth.
The over-excited burglar pulls his cock out and strokes it uncontrollably, only an inch away from the terrified man’s face.
Felicity watches in delight as her husband’s proud features are coated with thick ribbons of creamy spunk.
His head is held in place as his face is sprayed completely.
Great gobs of pearly semen drip from his face as he pants, trying to catch his breath after being nearly choked unconscious.
Audrey stares down at him laughing at what a filthy swine he now is.
Maurice feels utterly broken inside, his arse and jaw throbbing sorely from his fucking.
The burglars laugh at how Maurice coughs and splutters, soaked to the bone with their semen.
He bursts into tears knowing his pride has been irretrievably soiled, every last shred of his manhood fucked out of him.
He can hear them chuckling at what a slimy cunt he looks like, making him cry harder.
Through his tears, he looks at his wife who is grinning beatifically down at him.
He collapses onto the bed completely covered in cum, a chorus of laughter washing over him, ringing relentlessly in his ears.
“More for you to clean up!” Felicity says nodding to the burglars dripping cocks. "Oh my hubby has soiled your cock," she adds referring to the cock which was so recently firmly embedded in her husband's arse.
Feeling as if he’s sunk to the bottom of some deep dark pit of shame, he pushes himself up obligated to follow whatever his wife orders.
“Lick it clean,” she demands.
The burglar is in hysterics. He’s a common man, someone who would clean Maurice’s shoes in his previous life as a high powered businessman.
He tries to swallow the hard lump of disgust stuck in his throat. The women’s shrill laughter rings in his ears.
The fat cock is coated in drying trails of sperm and the last gooey dregs are still seeping out of the man’s piss slit.
He raises his open mouth towards it feeling like he’s going to retch, the ripe scent of his own moist arsehole rising off from the burglar’s sore pink cock and filling his nostrils. His hand trembles like he’s physically unable to let himself sink any lower. But the females are watching closely in anticipation.
Despite the long evening of sexual humiliation that Maurice has endured, he is still fighting against every second of the shameful acts he’s being made by his wife to perform. His body resists servicing these dirty men but his wife’s iron will pushes him far beyond what he thought himself physically capable of. He’s fallen so abysmally, looked down and laughed at by everyone, and he understands there can be no relief without his wife’s permission.
With his wife watching steadily on, he pries his trembling jaw open to receive the burglar’s cock that was firmly embedded in his arse.
He can hear his wife and her sister laughing at him as he sucks the bitter tasting male organ.
He’s mindful every second of how sorry he must look splayed out on the bed naked desperately sucking cock.
He sucks on the end tasting the last dregs of sperm still seeping out of the cock and he makes himself swallow it.
The burglar angrily pumps his cock into Maurice’s mouth making sure he sucks it completely clean.
Maurice chokes and gags, his throat closing up against the persistent invasion.
The women find this so amusing they are having fits of laughter while calling out: “Suck it swine. Lick that cock clean!”
The burglars laugh as well. How incredibly low this proud businessman has fallen since they first met him! What a sorry excuse for a man!
Maurice breaks down in tears, his heart sinking in shame and his mouth full of grime. “He’s rather sweaty from all the exertion as well,” Felicity notices. “Clean the backside too.”
The burglar presents his arse and Maurice tries to face it, but he keeps his eyes screwed up tightly shut. Every part of his body is resisting.
The burglar bends over and Maurice’s tongue slides in between the warm musty-scented crack of his arse.
“Lick it,” Felicity demands. Maurice runs his tongue up the man’s crevice tasting the sweat which has accumulated there.
“Man, that feels good,” he says leaning back to plant his arse in Maurice’s face.
He painfully makes himself taste the moist hidden area of the man’s body.
As he breathes in he can smell the overwhelming manly scent that is emitted from the man’s arsehole.
His mouth and nose are squashed against the large fleshy arse cheeks.
Thinking he’s not licking deep enough, Audrey sits up and pushes Maurice’s face into the man’s arse.
Felicity insists he really get in there, grabbing him by the hair and shoving her husband’s proud features into the man’s rear.
Maurice is utterly traumatized feeling his face being firmly planted into the man’s arse, his tongue sliding against the smooth pink area of his hole.
The burglar pushes his arse back so that Maurice is fucking his hole with his tongue.
“Go on, turn around,” Felicity encourages the other burglar. “You need to be cleaned as well.”
Maurice obediently begins to turn around, but the burglar stops him. “Wait man, that feels fucking good!”
“Isn't it a glorious feeling?” Felicity says as Maurice sinks his tongue back into the man’s tight anus.
“Get your tongue deep in his hole. Show him real pleasure,” she firmly orders. Maurice digs his tongue in deep feeling the hot tight area give way.
He turns around horrified to see the other man already poised and ready to receive his anal servicing.
He plants his face between the other burglar’s cheeks and obediently begins licking up the deep crevice.
“Look at how much he’s learned already about cleaning arseholes,” Felicity laughs. “He really is a filthy pervert!”
The burglar pushes his bum back, ramming it against the horrified man’s face.
“Sink your tongue in deeper,” the women demand, enlivened and slightly tipsy from the alcohol and powerful sexual high of watching Maurice service the men.
Spurred on by their chanting “Deeper! Deeper!” Maurice sticks his tongue all the way out and slides it up the man’s crack.
The women sip their wine mesmerized by the sight.
His tongue works painfully around the man’s moist hole, tasting every fold of the tight skin.
Maurice’s mouth feels worn and his jaw aches painfully. Every muscle in his body is trembling from the physical and emotional strain.
The burglar reaches around and pushes his face firmly into his arse to keep him working and give him a bigger sexual high.
Once the burglar has extracted all the pleasure he wants from him, he stands up and sighs in relief.
Maurice lays low, his face flushed in horror at what he just did.
The taste of the men’s warm holes remains in his mouth. His head is pounding with shame. He just ate out two men’s arseholes! It feels like this fact is permanently stamped on his forehead.
Audrey hands one of the burglars some wine since he looks parched.
“Man, I’ve drunk too much,” he laughs and downs the drink anyway.
“I really need a piss.”
He turns to leave, but Felicity stops him. “Why go to the toilet?”
“My husband is right here,” she says with a smile rising up on her face again.
Maurice can’t believe his ears. This is too much! Before he can holler out his protest, the burglars roughly pull him up.
They yank the exhausted sore man up from the bed.
There’s no way he could endure this final mark of shame! He desperately tries to resist, but the men strong-arm him down onto the floor.
The women giggle excitedly and Felicity sternly orders, “Kneel Maurice!”
He looks up at the men towering over him, staring down upon him with disgust and anger.
“Raise your face up!” Felicity commands.
Maurice does as he’s told though he feels at his absolute breaking point. The burglars point their dicks over him and suddenly a hot warm stream floods out onto Maurice’s naked body.
He feels the piss gush over his sensitive exposed skin, running down his body.
The burglar aims his cock at Maurice’s features so piss splashes over his nose and lips. Though he tries to keep them tightly shut, the warm liquid runs into his mouth as well as coating his entire bare body.
The acrid scent of the men’s piss fills his nostrils. It’s as if his entire body is being permanently soaked through and stained with the men’s hot urine.
Felicity watches gleefully aware of how this must be mentally crushing him completely.
The urine floods over his body. He wants to shout out in pain, but doesn’t dare open his mouth to the stream of piss running over his features and up his nose.
The men’s urine has seeped into his mouth. He can taste the bitter liquid and desperately wants to spit it out.
“Swallow,” Felicity demands.
He makes himself swallow the urine that has seeped into his mouth though it feels like acid running down his throat.
It churns in his stomach. He can feel it in every inch of his body. He soaked through with the men’s filthy piss
He chokes and gags knowing he’s been permanently shamed.
An awareness of what a filthy foul swine he is thunders in his minds.
He sinks forward traumatized and violated beyond belief.
The men’s warm urine all over him quickly goes cold, stinging his skin.
He’s been fouled so thoroughly he gags and heaves, feeling as if he’s choking.
Maurice once felt like he was on top of the world and that nothing could defeat him. Now he’s sunk to the lowest state possible. He’s nothing more than a dirty smear on the bottom of his wife’s shoe.
He collapses in despair feeling like a small wretched beast whose only purpose in life is to feed his perverted desires controlled by his immaculate goddess-like wife. This is the way he must live for the rest of his life.
Maurice’s nudity has taken on a whole new meaning now that his wife has demanded that he sexually serve her two male guests. Every inch of his bare body feels violated and used. It’s as if the whole world can see how he’s been marked as a pervert, nothing more than a cum-receptacle, a piece of rubbish to be used and tossed aside. The macho identity he’s spent years constructing has been destroyed in one short evening.
Felicity has ordered him to tidy the house now that they’ve had their fun and games with him.
After everyone has had their pleasure, having had the most intense orgasms of their lives, Maurice’s cock is still locked up and his balls full.
Felicity and her sister relax with a cup of tea watching his every move.
Maurice can feel them watching him moving about the room naked. They will never look at him the same after having watched him be used by those two men so thoroughly.
Felicity has never seen anything so hot in her life as watching two hard men giving it to her helpless naked hubby. She’s determined to do this more often.
Maurice fluffs a pillow and tries to hold back his tears. Their looks are searing his skin, letting him know he’s not the man he’s pretended to be.
The women tut and shake their heads as if evaluating just how low he has sunk.
Maurice’s overwhelming urge to get off clouds his mind, making him work to the bone for his wife in the hope of receiving some form of release.
Felicity doesn’t have the slightest concern about that now as his only purpose is to please her.
His arse and throat are sore from an extreme amount of use, yet his cock is still painfully contained in the chastity device.
Maurice continues with his work far too ashamed to look at them.
“I had such a wonderful evening. Really, you shouldn’t go away empty handed.”
Felicity gestures towards the expensive widescreen television and ipod inviting the burglars to take them.
Maurice’s head snaps up. These are the items he worked so hard to acquire. They are statements about his accomplishments and affirm how superior he is over other people.
The burglars grin wide, unable to believe their luck!
“While you were getting dressed I had a clear out of my husband’s study,” Felicity tells them.
“Take it all. He can buy me new things.”
The burglars are overjoyed. She reaches under the pillow to retrieve something more.
“Oh and here,” Felicity adds casually.
They are the keys to Maurice’s shiny new BMW. The thing he bought right after finding out he made his millions.
The burglars laugh in excitement. It’s the perfect way to transport all their new loot!
Giving away all of Maurice’s dearest possessions is an enormous thrill for Felicity who always had to labour so hard to maintain and clean them.
“Thank you!” the men say enthusiastically to her. Maurice shrinks on the floor miserably, unnoticed by everyone.
The guys eagerly eye up and collect their expensive spoils.
In no time at all, almost everything Maurice has worked so hard to acquire and fill his house with is removed.
It disgusts him seeing his precious things being taken away, the poor men’s grubby hands all over them.
It feels to Maurice like they are leaving him with nothing that is of essential value to him, nothing that expresses what a powerful man he once was.
“Thanks again!” the men enthusiastically say taking it all.
“Really it’s nothing,” she says waving goodbye.
Felicity thinks that she must invite around more male guests like this, a hoard of fit young men that can serve her and sexually mollest her husband for her pleasure.
Maurice fights back the tears staring up at them from his lowly position on the floor. These men he once spat upon have taken away everything that is most dear to him.
Their arms are overflowing with expensive equipment. They don't even glance back at the naked man left cringing on the floor struggling to clean the place.
Audrey laughs and waves enthusiastically, “Bye boys!”
Maurice can hear the men walking away laughing heartily at his expense. He can hear them get into his BMW and speed off down the road leaving him with virtually nothing.
“Look at you!” Felicity tuts staring down at what a disgrace he is.
He stares up at these powerful women. Nothing has been left of the man he once was. Now he only exists underneath them, his every action performed in service for them.
“Stop snivelling and wasting time!” she scoffs.
“Clean this house from top to bottom.”
His body is wracked with pain after everything that’s been done to him. He feels like he can’t move another inch yet he has nothing but endless toil before him.
After the events of today there is really no going back. He must follow his wife’s bidding for the rest of his life.
“We’re off shopping now!” she declares.
Felicity is going to use his cards to purchase lots of new feminine things for the house and really fit it out to make it her domain.
She is the master and he is the pathetic slave who is left eternally on tender hooks hoping to receive the smallest ounce of pleasure.
She stands up and walks from the room leaving him naked crouched on the floor and horribly alone.
Without her there to command him he really does feel worthless and incomplete. He’s just a ridiculous naked thing of no use to anyone.
He looks up hopefully, hoping for even the smallest glance from his wife to give him satisfaction until she returns.
But she marches out looking tall and graceful, not turning her head in the slightest.
It’s as if she’s barely aware of him anymore, barely worth a thought though he lives naked only to serve her.
They leave without another word. Time to get on with cleaning the entire house.
His limbs are trembling as he collapses into a naked ball on the floor.
His emotions overwhelm him as he relives the events of the day. They flash through his mind and all the laughter directed at him still rings in his ears.
His balls are nearly bursting, but he can’t even stroke his sensitive cock kept under lock and key. The sneering faces of the men and the smiling faces of the women staring down at him are permanently emblazoned in his mind. They will haunt him forever.
Several months have passed. Maurice has continued to serve his wife and her sister completely naked and received no release for his non-stop sexual needs. In every action he performs and with every look he gets from the women he’s reminded of the debauched acts he was made to perform for their pleasure. Now it’s the festive season and Felicity is feeling unusually generous.
Audrey stares at the glass of pale yellow wine. She muses upon how different things once were in this house and what a wonderful year its been. But now is a time for kindness and special treats.
Maurice was out in the dining room polishing the silver when Felicity grabbed him and pulled him into the living room.
He stands attentively waiting for any new instructions from the ladies. He’s always on tenderhooks wondering what they are going to demand of him next.
He bows his head, the cock cage biting into his genitals reminding him of his ever-present shameful desire which must be controlled.
Felicity takes a key which she’s laid out on a table. This is a key he hasn’t seen for months and months.
“Oh,” he says in surprise. He’s so taken aback by the sight of it he’s overcome by excitement.
Felicity fits it into the lock and there’s a small but meaningful click.
The pressure of the device which was binding his genitals so tightly is finally released.
Maurice gasps in astonishment, every nerve-ending in his body expectant and alert.
Felicity gently pulls the chastity device off his sore cock.
She removes the ring which was binding his full balls as well.
His genitals are so incredibly sensitive after his extended period of controlled abstinence.
The ladies clink glasses in celebration. His dick rises almost immediately from the prospect of any pleasure after being denied for so long.
The women smile at each other knowingly. They now rule this house completely and it’s their choice whether they want to allow Maurice pleasure or not.
“It is not long until Christmas,” Felicity says.
“He deserves a treat,” Audrey says approvingly.
Maurice’s cock stiffens. His balls are so painfully full he feels he could ejaculate just at the suggestion of receiving pleasure.
Felicity wants her hubby to look the part. Audrey notices how excited the man has grown already.
He stares into her eyes and sees the desire there. It’s something he’s been wishing for so painfully over the past several months.
Every inch of his exposed body is alert to how near she is to him, the sexual heat radiating off her body.
“Look seductive,” she whispers in his ear, her warm breath brushing against his cheek.
The longing he feels for his wife is so powerful he feels like he could melt in her hands.
She kisses him and runs her hands lightly over his naked body.
He stands obediently letting her enjoy his naked body which has been waiting so long for her.
He’s immensely excited that his heavy uncovered penis is only inches away from her as she kisses his bare skin.
His sexual excitement now comes from his wish to please her with his whole body and the thought that she desires him.
He’s turned on by the way she looks at him, how her eyes linger over every inch of his bare flesh.
He sees how she stares at his cock and balls like a treasure she’s been saving for a long time.
Audrey lifts her camera ready to capture him in his state of mounting excitement.
She runs her hands over his body, taking her time in exploring it.
Audrey snaps picture after picture of the naked man standing fully on show for them.
His dick feels so alive under this intense scrutiny and after being caged for so long.
It doesn’t even enter Maurice’s mind to wonder what Audrey is taking the pictures for. He’s so overwhelmingly grateful that his wife is enjoying his body.
Felicity stares seductively into the camera presenting her husband in all his glory.
Audrey rapidly snaps several pictures in a row.
Felicity is delighted to show off her husband’s thick penis and heavy balls which have been kept under lock and key for so long.
He fully belongs to her, every inch of his body and she can do whatever she likes with him.
She touches his cock and he’s overcome with the need to get off.
She confidently strokes his penis and gropes his balls.
His cock pulses in response, desperate for relief.
His pulse is racing. He wants to savour every second of this blissful attention from his wife.
His head is swimming with how beautiful and feminine Felicity is, how grateful and desirous he is of her attention.
He’s stunned to suddenly be the centre of attention. All of the ladies’ focus is on him!
His cock tingles under Felicity’s touch, his balls ready to explode.
She tugs and strokes it, taking her time playing with the heavy thick muscle.
He feels completely unhinged when she stares up into his eyes, he wants her so badly.
Her warm touch makes every inch of his bare skin incredibly sensitive and overly excited.
The room is completely silent while Felicity greedily strokes Maurice’s cock.
Having his cock freed and stroked so eagerly after being caged up for so long is mind blowing for him.
The sensations in his dick and balls are completely revived. He wants this to go on forever.
It feels like he’s been in naked slavery for years and years. Receiving this small bit of intense pleasure is more valuable to him than all the fucking he did before this new lifestyle started.
Audrey moves around the couple while enjoying the sight, getting the best angles for her pictures.
Felicity sees that he is overcome with the desire to ejaculate. His brains are in his balls now and he’ll do absolutely anything in order to get off.
The women take their time enjoying the visual feast of Maurice’s prominent cock straining for release.
Felicity will never be subservient to him again. She’s discovered that this is how she’s always wanted it, a naked horny man at her beck and call to command and enjoy to her heart’s desire.
Maurice feels such a powerful sense of devotion he’ll never question his wife’s orders. His only purpose in life is to serve and fulfil her needs.
Amidst the merriment of the festive season Felicity and her sister graciously allow Maurice to pleasure himself while they watch. Felicity reveals how much she desires him and enthusiastically gropes her husband’s hard fully exposed body. His cock has been kept under lock and key for so long without any means of release that he’s bursting to ejaculate. This is truly the best present he could ever be given!
Now that he’s been given permission to stroke his cock, Maurice jerks it like a man possessed, basking in the warmth of Felicity and Audrey’s attention.
Audrey snaps picture after picture in quick succession, recording the man who can’t stop himself from shamelessly wanking in front of them.
Felicity proudly poses with the man whose big hard cock is kept strictly under her control.
His balls are painfully full and aching for release.
Maurice remembers every moment of every day that he’s been made to serve his wife and her sister naked. The experience of sexually servicing the two men while the women watched is seared in his consciousness, playing itself over and over again.
He’s utterly devoted to his wife and will do anything she says now.
He has no idea what Audrey is taking the pictures for, but he’s immensely grateful that he’s been allowed to pleasure himself.
Following his wife’s orders has become an ingrained need now. There’s no thought at all. She speaks and he instantly reacts without question.
He lives only to please her and fulfil HER happiness.
Audrey exclaims in delight as she sees him quickly nearing his climax.
His balls tighten up and he moans with the pervading uncontrollable need to ejaculate.
The sperm rushes up through his cock and bursts out in an impressive spray before the women’s eyes.
Audrey eagerly snaps away catching every second of it.
He shakes his cock out, never wanting this immense feeling of pleasure to end.
Knowing that his wife was turned on while watching him masturbate makes this orgasm hotter than any he’s had before.
She grins in satisfaction and is glowing with pride for the studly husband she keeps naked at her command.
Maurice wishes that it could always be like this and he hopes that the supervised orgasm will become a daily routine.
Felicity grins and poses with her hubby while he pumps out the last gooey dribbles of cum from his cock.
The women huddle together on the sofa and look over the pictures Audrey’s snapped. They giggle as they flick through them.
“Oh this image will work perfectly,” Felicity says excitedly of a photo where Maurice is proudly displaying his hard cock.
“Yes, they'll love it,” Audrey enthusiastically agrees.
Maurice has no idea what they mean. “Who are they?”
“The men at Stephan Kodminski's prison of course.”
Maurice bristles at the name of his former business partner. “We're sending this picture with a Christmas card as a promise of what's coming,” Audrey continues explaining.
With his bottom lip trembling as if he’s on the brink of tears he asks in confusion, “What's coming?!”
“Exactly what you deserve,” Audrey says fiercely.
“Yes. We're sending you in the day after as a special Christmas treat.”
He feels a new wave of alarming all-consuming panic throughout his entire body at this news.
“Those poor big brutes in the prison have so much sexual frustration to work out.”
“What?” he exclaims in utter disbelief.
“You will go to the prison and serve the prisoners there in any way they please.”
Maurice looks from one woman to the other hoping that they are joking, but they are deadly serious.
“A loser like you who let his friend and associate go to prison will go down a storm with the angry hairy apes in there,” Audrey says.
He feels a new sense of shame throughout his body as he imagines what it will like to be exposed to dozens of angry prisoners all with a seething sexual rage to get back at rich men like him.
“You may come back very sore and bruised.”
“But that’s to be expected. You will resume your chores immediately.”
“The entire thing will be filmed as part of a new documentary we’ve elected you to star in,” Audrey explains.
“You will be the new prison bitch!”
Maurice stares in horror at his wife. He’ll be used as a prison sex toy for the entire world to see!
The women break down in laughter at the thought of making Maurice’s heart race in fear of what’s to come.
Felicity enjoys the fact that she can think of far more creative ways to sexually humiliate him than he ever found for her. Women are far more clever than men in this respect and will always end up with the upper hand.
Maurice knows that he will be subjected to this naked servitude till the end of his days.
PART 1: Our tale begins in a beautiful exclusive and upscale suburb. All the wealthy residents take great pride in maintaining a well-groomed exterior to their properties. mums parade up and down the streets pushing luxury Silver Cross prams while their suited husbands rush out on their way to work, speeding down the quiet street in their flash BMWs. Although they do everything they can to keep their neighbourhood looking highly respectable, the insides of some of the houses tell a different story...
Maurice kneels on the bathroom floor scrubbing furiously at the toilet.
His head is pounding and he feels emotionally drained.
His body is wracked with pain. With every movement he makes his wounds sting afresh.
His back strains as he leans forward. Every muscle aches.
The humiliation of his ceaseless naked servitude never lessens. Every second ticks by painfully and slowly. His bare skin is an ever constant reminder of his position.
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The metal clamp bites uncomfortably into his cock and balls making sure he is unable to receive any sexual stimulation at all.
He struggles to clean quickly knowing she'll be back soon. He's scrubbed this house from top to bottom, but it's not enough.
His vision blurs and he feels on the brink of exhaustion. He pants as if he's been running a marathon.
He wipes his forehead, feeling like there's no way he can go on any further. His strong muscular body is worn and broken.
Maurice cringes at the sound of clicking heels coming towards him.
He panics at the sight of her. She's back so soon! Before he's been able to finish his chores.
She sighs in frustration looking down upon him.
At one time he felt so big and powerful. Now he feels small and weak, cringing naked before this towering feminine form.
"That bowl is still dirty," she complains inspecting his work.
"Shape up or you know what you'll get!" she says sternly.
Maurice knows all too well what that means and it makes him shake involuntarily.
The marks on his back and arse burn as he sees her staring down at him.
His entire body and soul is now completely devoted to serving this woman in any way she pleases. He's become her slave and when she's displeased he receives punishment.
"The reception room had better be sparkling. I have something special planned for this evening," she says.
The news that she has something planned sends a wave of fear through is body. It could be anything and he doesn't know if he can take anymore.
But always, just as he's about to reach his breaking point, he always finds some hidden reserve of energy to push further, spurred on by her dominant will alone.
She stomps away briskly leaving Maurice crouched on the floor to continue on with his work.
The lists of his chores and responsibilities scroll through his mind on and on. There's no end in sight.
It feels like this is the way it has always been and how it always will be. But Maurice knows that this isn't the case. Things were very different at one time.
Completely exposed he shivers from the cold. His balls feel painfully full as he hasn't been granted any release for ages. There was a time when he wore powerful business suits and got his rocks off two or three times a day. In his dazed and weary state he thinks back to six months ago...
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Dressed sharp, Maurice arrives home walking quickly and with definite purpose.
He has an air of authority about him and a sense of entitlement like he owns any ground he walks upon.
Despite having a secure high powered job and more wealth than he knows what to do with, he has a stormy temper and is always longing for more power and money.
He wants to reign at the top of the world and will do anything to get there.
He believes that to obtain this position he has to treat those people who are under him with contempt and a strong hand - especially his wife.
Timid Felicity is sweeping up the hallway.
She loves this quiet time alone in the house when she can get on with her chores and feel relaxed.
But her pulse immediately quickens hearing Maurice enter the house.
She looks up at him nervously, startled to see him home so soon. He really wasn't meant to be here at this time. There's still so much to do and he doesn't like it when things are out of order.
He storms through the door, not even raising his eyes to meet her.
He slams the door shut and Felicity can already tell by the energy in the room that she has to approach him very carefully.
"Oh... hello...um..." she says flustered.
Maurice blows air out through his nose and barrels past her like a bull.
"Honey is everything...." she begins tentatively.
But he isn't in the mood for words. He goes directly to his study.
Felicity knows something is up. He's been acting so suspiciously lately and she's overheard a number of phone conversations, little details that don't sound right.
He's been even more curt with her than he usually is and he's so angry all the time, his shoulders bunched up tensely.
He slams the door shut behind him.
She knows she should get back to her work and not attempt to pry at all, but she needs to know what's happening.
If he discovers her sneaking around, trying to catch what he's saying on the phone or snooping into his business, he'll be furious.
She thinks she can try to discover something about what's happening if she starts with harmless questions about what he'd like for dinner.
She knocks softly on the door, terrified of how he'll respond, but needing to know if he's alright.
Failing to get any response, she retreats to the kitchen.
She thinks about going into the living room to turn the television on, but it's close to the study and might disturb him. Instead she goes for the radio.
She tunes into BBC news and listens nervously.
There's an update on the weather for the week and a news report about crime levels.
Then the announcer begins talking about a recent business scandal.
"Stephan Kodminski has been arrested in the multimillion dollar Benron probe. His partner Maurice Miller has not been arrested, but is continuing to be questioned."
'Stephan?!' she thinks fearfully. Why he and his wife came over for dinner only two weeks ago! Then Stephan and Maurice retreated to the study to talk over business for ages.
If Stephan is in trouble Maurice must be in some way involved as well. But how deeply?
Felicity refuses to believe Maurice could be involved in anything criminal. Yes, he's a shrewd businessman and has a greedy nature. But he wouldn't do anything to endanger their security and life together. Not her Maurice!
Although, it would explain a few things. She holds herself tightly not know what to do, too frightened to try approaching Maurice again.
PART 2: Six months earlier. Maurice is king of the castle. His timid wife creeps around the house, cleaning and trying to keep out of her husband's way. She wants to be a good wife, but she seems to continuously disappoint Maurice. He's always angry with her and putting her down. Because of this Felicity has very low self confidence and would never dare disobey his orders.
Maurice is leaning back in his chair in his office taking a call from his business partner.
"You are shitting me Stephan! The sale has gone through?!"
His pulse races. All his hard work has led up to this moment. It's finally happening.
"And what's the final figure?"
"Thirty-fucking-million! Fuck me."
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Maurice quickly worked his way up in the company, winning the confidence of his superiors and advancing ahead by leaps and bounds.
"No need to worry. Next week Benron will collapse like a deck of cards, but we have to be fucking clear. We had no knowledge about the infrastructure's collapse. No information. No accountability."<br>
He's not going to let his dim-witted partner fuck this up for him. <br>
"Shred it Stephan. There can be no paper trails."
He hangs up the phone worried that Stephan might somehow fuck this up.
But he's so high on the thought of all that money he doesn't care. He took a massive gamble and won!
It doesn't matter that he's already well off. This is about killing the competition, crushing your opponents and coming out on top. He's overcome with a supreme feeling of macho triumph.
Felicity comes into Maurice's office hoping to give it a clean. <br>
"Hey babe!" he shouts out happily.
She looks away shyly and moves to leave again. She didn't know he was in the office or she wouldn't have entered. He doesn't normally like to be disturbed.
"Come here," he says excitedly.
Looking toward him meekly, she thinks he's in a strangely jubilant mood. This could be more dangerous than when he's angry.
He stands up tall looking at her with a maniacal grin on his face. He doesn't even need to say anything. She knows what he wants.
Slowly she comes forward, nervously straightening her clothes.
Maurice has that hungry animal look in his eyes which she's grown to fear so much.
He roughly pushes her down on her knees.
Her heart is beating like a caged bird violently flapping its wings as he unzips his trousers.
He's hot and ready feeling the blood pumping through his veins in an adrenaline rush.
She looks up at him pleadingly, "Please Maurice..."
He laughs haughtily pulling his meat out waving it at her, turned on by the look of fear in her eyes.
He feels like a fucking king now and he wants to prove it by having his bitch attend to his magnificent staff.
He holds his hot pulsing dick out to her while she stares down fearfully.
Eagerly he snatches her arm up and makes her take hold of his dick.
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"Yeah," Maurice grunts feeling the blood rush to his cock.
She strokes his engorged cock frightened what he may do if she refuses.
Maurice grins perversely, stroking his stomach and feeling his cock harden.
He grabs her hair and guides her face toward his cock.
"Oh but..." she stutters helplessly trying to resist.
Maurice stares down at her sternly as if to warn her that if she doesn't follow his orders...
She quickly takes his dick in her mouth.
Immediately she can smell and taste stale piss. He never washes under his foreskin. She wants to gag and take the throbbing thick thing out of her mouth.
But Maurice roughly pushes her head down on it. "Suck it clean!"
He shoves her face on it feeling his face heat up in anger. The more she resists the more he wants to screw her hard. She's his wife and this is her fucking duty!
She moans uncomfortably feeding his excitement even more.
He's a bloody millionaire. He scammed them all!
He slams her face against his crotch. He's the fucking king!
Felicity chokes, trying to stop his hot angry cock from gagging her.
'Eat it you stupid bitch!' he thinks angrily. 'Take every inch of my massive cock!'
He pushes her head down on his cock so she swallows it to the root.
Eagerly he fucks her face feeling incredibly powerful and dominant.
He gains momentum sliding his dick in and out of her tight resistant mouth.
Surely Maurice has fought his way to the top of the world - rich, powerful and master of his woman!
Felicity strains to hold his throbbing thick cock in her mouth, knowing if she pulls off from it he'll be furious.
She's learned from bitter experience it's better simply to submit and hope that things will get better.
Maurice gets an idea and grabs for the phone.
While continuing to thrust in and out of his wife's mouth he speed dials his bank.
"Arthur? Maurice Miller here," he says. "Can you bring up my account?"
"Tell me the balance."
There's a pause while his banker lists the figure. The only sound is the wet smacking of Felicity's mouth going up and down on Maurice's cock.
Felicity is confused about what is going on. He seems consumed with a manic insatiable energy she can't understand.
"Tell me it again," he growls happily.
"Fifteen... fucking... million!" <br>
His dick feels red hot and powerful.
She can't believe her ears. How did he get that much money?
Angrily Maurice says, "Don't stop now bitch. I'm about to cum!"
He stuffs his cock back in her mouth. This timid girl should be grateful for servicing the meat of a big rich man like him!
The doorbell rings. Maurice pulls out of her mouth. "Oh fuck it. Go answer that," he orders.
Felicity stares up at him still in shock looking flustered.
"Christ woman! Can't have visitors seeing you like that. Wake up!"
"Fuck it. I'll get the door," he says shoving his cock back in his trousers. Bloody useless woman.
Felicity bursts into tears. She's so ashamed of herself for letting him treat her like this.
She doesn't know how to stop it, especially since he's so rich now. How could she ever leave him? How can anything ever change?
It was all so different when she and Maurice were first together. At least she thinks it was. He seemed so sweet and gentle. But gradually he turned into this beast, power hungry and ruthless.
She sits on the cold floor feeling so alone, the bitter taste of his leaking cock still on her tongue.
PART 3: Felicity has slowly accepted over the years of their marriage that Maurice is the master of the household and it's her job to obey. Lately his demands have been for more than a tidy house when he returns and a hot meal on the table. He wants sexual gratification immediately no matter what she's doing. But it seems like the harder she tries to satisfy him, the angrier and more demanding he gets.
Felicity falls forward on the floor shuddering, trying to hold back the tears.
She knows this state of virtual slavery can't continue.
If what Maurice said is true, he's immensely rich now. If she tried to leave him he'd make sure she lived out on the street. None of her friends or family would care about her poverty because she voluntarily left a wealthy man. There's no escape.
Maurice grudgingly answers the door, unable to stop thinking about the millions resting in his bank account.
Two men are standing on his door step with friendly smiles on their faces.
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"Good afternoon sir," one of the men says brightly.
"We noticed your hedges need trimming and we offer a gardening service at very reasonable rates."
"We have all the equipment needed with us and...."
Maurice angrily cuts him off, "We don't need any fucking gardening."
The men are startled by his abrupt tone.
"It'll barely cost you anything sir," the second man tries to reassure him.
"Don't you lads know this is a gated community," Maurice says with undisguised loathing.
"You shouldn't be here. Clear off or I'm calling the cops."
The men are taken aback and stare at him blankly.
They are hurt by the demeaning way he's speaking to them like they are nothing more than dirt.
Maurice slams the door shut, but an idea suddenly pops into his head.
"Wait. I think my wife may need some work done in her flower garden," Maurice says, his tone suddenly friendly and softer.
"Hang on here."
"Erm.. Thanks mister," he replies uncertainly.
He shuts the door on the perplexed men.
Maurice gets a nasty grin on his face, ready to prove how he is the king once more.
The guys look at each other uncertainly, but they are in no position to turn down possible work.
Felicity carefully tries to reapply her make-up.
She feels a wrenching anger which she has no way to express. It sits there balled up in the pit of her stomach tearing her up inside.
Maurice comes back to her glowing with excitement and the strength of his position.
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She was hoping whoever was at the door would distract him so he'd leave her alone.
But he's only come back with an even stronger look of hunger in his eyes.
She looks at the floor, knowing intuitively what's coming again.
His blood rushes in his excitement over dominating her. His trembling little girl of a wife wouldn't dare say no to him.
The look of fear and resistance on her face only makes his cock stiffen more.
Felicity wants to get up and leave, tell him to suck his own dick.
But fear keeps her rooted to the floor on her knees.
He once again pulls her head towards his cock and she can't bring herself to stop him.
"Open wide," Maurice saying fiendishly while stroking his stiffening fat cock.
Though it sickens her she does as she's told and takes his engorged penis in her mouth.
Her nostrils fill with the heated musty scent of his pulsing dick.
Her fingers are trembling trying to open her mouth, but her jaw resists.
Maurice impatiently rams it in while thinking what an ungrateful bitch she is.
Loads of women would be honoured to suck a rich man's meat he thinks.
His dick is like a thick burning rod and his balls are full to bursting.
He angrily shoves her head down all the way on his cock nearly making her choke.
Felicity's body locks up in resistance feeling his thick member filling her mouth completely.
She does her best to suck on it in order to please him and give him the relief he needs.
But it's difficult with Maurice violently shoving her face up and down as if she were nothing more than an instrument for his pleasure.
He grins feeling like an all powerful man.
Her lips slide over the silky shaft of his cock.
He reaches for the phone while he continues to selfishly fuck her face.
He dials the police.
"Hello?" he says, doing his best to sound flustered and upset.
"I'd like to report a couple vagrants who are hanging about my property."
Felicity squeezes her eyes shut confused about what's going on, willing this to end.
"I asked them to leave and they are making threats!"
"I want them locked up," he says with sudden authority.
The police are bound to take his side over a couple of tatty vagabonds.
He hangs up the phone and goes back to shoving his wife's head down on his cock.
This is what it's like to have the world at your disposal. He's flushed with power and money.
While he takes the warm wet pleasure from his wife's mouth he thinking about everything he can do with his new money.
Felicity can feel his thrusts become more emphatic as he nears climax.
'New car, new furniture, new designer suits...' he lists of excitedly in his mind.
Hell, he can hire a dozen prostitutes to come here and give him a lesbian show while he uses his wife as a footstool licking at his feet.
He's glowing with triumph imagining himself towering above everyone else, reigning atop of a mountain of money. Just as he pictures himself revving up his new Porsche he shoots a hot wad of semen into his wife's trembling mouth.
PART 4: It's later in the day and Maurice has gone out leaving Felicity under strict instructions to clean the house, get dinner on and have things organised and ready for him when he returns. Her sister Audrey has dropped in to visit with her. While she continues working through her list of chores, Felicity relates to her sister what life with her husband has been like recently.
"That's unbelievable Fliss," Audrey says in shock. "No one should put up with that."
Felicity realises that this is true, but somehow she's grown to believe over time that she deserves this kind of treatment.
A part of her is simply too afraid to stand up to him.
Audrey can't believe her sister has turned into such a meek little kitten. She used to be so vibrant and opinionated, ready to stand up for herself and demand what she wants.
"You've got to leave," Audrey insists and takes another sip of her tea.
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The idea of setting out on her own, abandoning all the comfort and security of this home, not to mention her position in the community, fills her with dread.
"I wouldn't find anyone better," Felicity says solemnly.
Audrey can't understand her stubborn resistance. Surely Felicity must see things will only get worse now that Maurice has made so much money.
She scrubs the dishes, her hands trembling at being confronted with the truth.
"He was the star athlete in our school," she says reminding herself what a prize Maurice is. "Everyone wanted him."
She remembers seeing him out on the playing field, how sexy and handsome he was. She wanted him so badly, wanted that body for her own.
"That was in school!" Audrey says exasperated.
"He may still be fit and young, but he's not that sweet athletic schoolboy anymore."
Audrey sighs and looks her sister in the eyes, pleading with her to see reason.
"I suppose," she admits painfully.
Then she shrugs and says, "Anyway, he's rich now."
"Fat lot of use that is," Audrey reasons.
"Making his wife's life a misery. It's criminal."
Felicity continues methodically scrubbing the dishes feeling tears welling up in her eyes.
"It's not right," Audrey insists, her blood boiling.
"I tell you I can't leave," Felicity mutters, hanging her head low.
Audrey isn't going to stand for this. She should just take her sister and leave now. Once she's out of this house she'll realise she just doesn't need this man any longer.
But before she can suggest this, she hears a car pulling up in the drive.
Felicity turns around in disbelief. No it can't be! It's far too early for him to be back!
Her heart has suddenly started beating madly in her chest, so hard that she finds it hard to catch her breath.
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There's so much she hasn't finished yet. The prospect of receiving Maurice's displeasure makes her shake.
Audrey is shocked by how frightened Fliss is. Of her own husband! She never used to be like this. She was once so strong.
Felicity rushes to reapply her lipstick, touch up her make up before Maurice sees her.
Her fingers are trembling and it's difficult to hold the mirror steady.
She rushes from the room to meet Maurice as he comes through the door. He hates having to call for her.
Audrey stands in place amazed to see her sister running around like a maniac.
She shakes her head and takes another sip of tea, waiting for Felicity to come back in with Maurice.
A few minutes pass and Felicity still doesn't come back.
'What on earth is keeping her,' she wonders heading to the hall.
She opens the door and stops in her tracks.
She's so shocked that she can't believe what she's seeing.
How could he make her do something so demeaning, right out in the open!
He's forcing her to fellate him there on the door step where anyone could see!
Felicity sounds like she's choking slightly and is trying to pull back.
Maurice holds her head steady and guides her up and down over his hard enraged cock.
Audrey is too surprised to speak. He's such a beast, demanding her to get on her knees and service him.
"Please close the door," Felicity says thinking of the neighbours who might be passing by.
"I can't bear..." she says in a trembling voice.
Maurice simply laughs.
His thick dick is pulsing hot, excited by his dominance over this woman.
He grabs her head and pushes it back toward his cock.
Everything is spinning out of control for Felicity. She's been completely stripped of any control.
"Let the neighbours fucking watch," he mutters humping her face.
Audrey scowls and shakes her head. She can't help Felicity if she isn't prepared to help herself.
Felicity nearly chokes trying to take his large cock completely into her mouth as he's pushing her to do.
"Swallow my load slut," he growls. "Let the whole fucking world see what a cum-hungry whore you are."
Audrey is at first consumed with sadness seeing her sister reduced to such a humiliating state.
But this quickly turns to anger and rage.
She can't watch this anymore.
Quietly she slips away before Maurice sees her.
Felicity remains on the floor struggling to take his dick though she's aware her sister is just in the next room.
She's stopped resisting, paralyzed by the fear she feels for her husband.
The heady stench of his crotch fills her nostrils and overwhelms her.
She performs her duty mechanically, though inside there's a part of her which is fighting against this and raging at Maurice.
He thinks this is a proof of what a man he is, but Felicity knows better.
He's turned into a sexual animal, grunting and groaning while forcing his pleasure out of her.
Moaning loudly he's about to ejaculate, shoot his load right into his wife's mouth and all over her pretty little frightened face.
"Some day, you piece of shit!" Audrey says aloud.
No man can get away with this. Audrey's rage at her brother in law rises up inside her and she vows to put things right.
PART 5: Twelve months after Felicity found herself on the entrance floor to her own home being made to felate her husband in open view things only got worse. Maurice bought himself flash cars and slept around with dozens of women, not to mention the increasingly degrading things he made his wife do. But one day Maurice got an unexpected call from Felicity's sister Audrey. He tried to brush her off, but she demanded to see him. Something about her assertive tone of voice sent a jolt of fear through Maurice and he knew it would be very unwise to refuse her.
Audrey stares down at Maurice authoritatively waiting for a response to what she's just told him.
Maurice feels a trembling inside hearing Audrey so confidently relate to him the dirty details of the scheme he used to get rich. He despises this feeling of weakness and his instinct is to stamp it out.
Felicity knew that there must have been some explanation like this behind Maurice's recent huge success. She was simply too afraid to ask the right questions to find out what was really going on.
Maurice uses his aggressive male tactic of trying to stare her down, hoping she'll back away and admit she's made a mistake. But Audrey stands firm.
"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," he says firmly.
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"Oh I think you do," Audrey snaps back with unwavering confidence.
He thinks for a moment wondering if there is any way he can deny it, but Audrey has her facts pretty straight. It's like he's been squeezed into a small compact space.
"Even if what you say is true, you have no proof," he says evenly.
"I had a very long, good chat with Mrs. Kodminski."
Maurice feels another wrenching pain in his gut at the name of his partner's wife. <br> "And she showed me some papers which your partner Stephan told her to get rid of," Audrey continues.
"The poor dear was too nervous to destroy them, afraid it would be illegal. So I took them off her hands."
"What?" he says trying to restrain the anger from welling up inside him. He wants to kill his idiotic partner who didn't follow his instructions.
Audrey holds up the briefcase and Maurice's face drops in shock.
"I have them in here as well as copies at my home and in a safe deposit box," Audrey says.
"What papers?" he says pathetically playing dumb.
Audrey holds up the case knowing very well he knows what they are and that he has no way of disproving his guilt against them.
"Would you like to see them?" she offers.
"No! I believe you," he says not wanting to have them brought out into the ugly light. He'd rather forget they existed.
Felicity can see it now. Maurice will be hauled off to prison. She'll either be implicated because she's his wife, even though she had no knowledge of his dirty business dealings, or she'll be impoverished, out on the street.
Maurice knows that anything can be solved by money. This bitch just wants a piece of the pie. <br> "Alright. You've got me. How much do you want for them? Felicity! Get my check book," he barks out his orders.
"Oh no!" she says motioning for Felicity to stay seated. "I don't want money."
"Alright bitch. What is it?" he says impatiently.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing much," Audrey says with apparent innocence.
"Just a few chores done around the house."
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Felicity's eyes snap to her husband. Maurice? Doing chores? The idea is outrageous.
"Right," Maurice says uncertainly. "I guess I have no choice. Whatever you say." <br> He doesn't accept defeat easily, but he knows he has to be strategic about this. He's in no way willing to sacrifice everything he's worked for.
"Good," Audrey says confidently. This is a moment she'll relish for the rest of her life.
It's the present day. Felicity and Audrey are lounging comfortably on the leather sofa leafing through the latest fashion magazines. They've both recently had make-overs and are wearing new outfits out of a closet packed full with new and expensive designer outfits.
They point out a range of outfits they are interested in and a darling pair of suede high-heeled boots.
"Oh darling, I can't decide," Felicity says. "I want that one. And that one. This whole ensemble really."
"Go for it. You deserve it," Audrey encourages her.
Maurice carefully brings in a pot of tea for the ladies to enjoy. A chastity device is clamped to his penis.
The women flip through the pages seemingly unaware that he's entered the room. To top off the degrading state of being naked all day and night and serving these women constantly, their cold unconcern with him makes him feel incredibly low.
"Doesn't this new style look incredibly chic?" Audrey says running her hands enthusiastically over the page of clothing.
"Absolutely," Felicity agrees. "So powerful and professional, yet incredibly feminine."
"That outfit would look especially good with one of those darling thick Dupioni silk ties around the waist." <br> He pours the tea obediently, highly conscious of his total exposure.
They giggle and plan over their purchases. They'll never tire of finding new and exciting things to spend Maurice's money on.
He hands his wife her tea and she takes it without a word or glance at him.
So used to having all the attention, Maurice has grown to crave any sort of recognition the women might bestow on him now.
Audrey glances at him critically as he hands her the tea. Her look is cold and cruelly assessing his appearance.
Her eyes fall to his tightly contained cock and she openly stares.
Maurice feels her considering his nudity and the shameful state his genitals are perpetually kept in. Without the least hesitation, she reaches up and handles the device locked to his dick.
She tests its strength and the way it restricts his cock.
"Is this stronger than the last one?" Audrey enquires.
She tugs and pulls on it harshly making the metal bite into his sensitive genitals. He can't remember the last time he was allowed to orgasm. His balls feel full and tight.
"Yes. Guaranteed that he won't break out of it," Felicity assures her.
"He's been wearing it for two weeks now."
Audrey strokes the metal strapped around his shaft and lifts his genitals up, twisting them around to make sure the device won't give way.
"We tested a few models in the shop before I found one that I liked best."
The women laugh and turn again to their magazine flipping through the pages.
Maurice gets down on his knees continuing with his duties to please and serve the women.
He carefully removes Audrey's shoe, treating her feet with the utmost respect.
Gently he rubs her feminine feet and strokes them lovingly.
Then slowly he lowers his head to her foot mindful of how low and shamefully he's fallen.
He takes her toes into his mouth, sucking and licking them.
Seemingly oblivious to him the women continue to carelessly flip through the pages of clothes.
Servicing the women like this is the only physical contact he's allowed to initiate with the women himself.
He's grown to crave any physical intimacy with the women and get his only sexual pleasure from the brief physical contact he can make with their warm womanly bodies.
He's aware of what a disgusting animal he's become, waiting and hoping for a brief moment of contact with the strong women who now own him completely.
The smell of her feet fills his nostrils as he licks and tastes the underside of her feet.
"Oh I don't know about this one. Rather too many ruffles don't you think?" Audrey says.
"Yes, I really like my clothes to be fringed with fur or nothing at all," Felicity agrees.
Maurice moves on to removing his wife's shoes.
These are feet which he neglected for so many years and never even noticed.
Now with every fibre of his being he feels a longing for his wife's body. But she only allows him to lick the soles of her feet.
He desires her so badly and feels his cock aching as it's constrained in the tight metal device.
He's aware of how low he is in relation to the women now and his proper place is bent naked at their feet, unworthly of a glance or mention.
"Oh you simply must get that one darling!" Audrey gushes.
"Isn't it so elegant," Felicity sighs.
"Look at that price tag," Audrey shakes her head in wonderment.
"Up," Felicity says speaking to Maurice for the first time since he entered the room.
"Get me the card," she orders.
Felicity used to be so meek and timid before. Now she's a strong woman: capable, intelligent and insistent on fulfilling all her desires.
Maurice quickly scrambles out of the room to retrieve his credit card, always obedient to answer his wife's commands immediately.
Felicity feels so much happier now and she radiates power and authority in the graceful way she commands her household.
Maurice offers it to her, but doesn't even get a glance to reward him for his efforts.
Felicity spends so frequently and frivolously that Maurice has had to get several cards to appease her.
Felicity quickly dials the number eager for her new little treat to herself.
Upstairs two strange men are silently climbing into the house through a window. They do their best to keep quiet and tread carefully.
They rifle through the linen closet hoping to discover some hidden valuables.
This house seems packed with only expensive and new things.
Meanwhile, Felicity continues to place her order while Maurice tidies the room.
One of the burglars accidentally brushes against a picture sending it tumbling to the floor with a crash.
They all hear the sound of glass smashing and look up fearfully.
They wonder what it was. There's no cat or other pet in the house which might accidentally knock things over. Perhaps the wind?
The burglars look around fearfully, unsure if anyone is in the house or not.
They look at each other silently deciding to get all the most expensive things as quickly as possible and get out.
Quickly they rummage through the closet plundering boxes and sweeping through jewellery cases.
They knock other things over in their haste to go through things quickly.
This place is like a goldmine!
They eagerly hold things up and gesture to each other.
Diamond encrusted watches, gold and silver designer jewellery.
The men look through it all eagerly. They'll be rich!
They listen carefully. There's the sound of more things being knocked over. There must be intruders of some kind!
The women are startled. Maurice is concerned about his wife's safety. He'd defend her with his life.
The burglars quickly sift through the loot so that they can make their escape.
Maurice grabs a fire poker ready to do whatever he has to in order to defend the women.
"Go see what that was," his wife orders him.
PART 6: Felicity and Audrey were enjoying a pleasant afternoon shopping through their fashion catalogues and being served by the lady of the house's naked husband slave. The sound of burglars breaking into the upstairs bedroom has terrified the women. Maurice is quick to jump to the women's defence despite being fully naked with an embarrassing chastity device attached to his penis.
Maurice bursts into the bedroom brandishing a fire poker. He's shocked by what he sees.
"Hold it right there!" he shouts threateningly.
The burglars are doubly surprised. They've been caught out and by a strange naked man!
Felicity's broken picture and her jewellery are strewn over the floor.
Maurice is consumed by the kind of ferocious anger he used to continuously feel and display to those beneath him.
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He waves the poker at them angrily, ready to gouge their eyes out.
Despite being strong-armed into a state of perpetual house slavery, Maurice is eager to prove that he still rules this household.
He won't have a couple of loser ruffians breaking into his domain and stealing his wife's precious things.
"Shit! I told you there were people home," one burglar says. <br> The other begs, "Please let us go."
"What on earth?!" Felicity exclaims in surprise entering the room with her sister.
The burglars stand completely still, afraid to make a move should the angry naked man stab them in the face.
They stare at the criminals mulling over what they should do with them now that they have them trapped.
The burglars don't care about the loot now. They just want to make their escape.
"Take your masks off. I want to see you," Felicity orders.
They are too frightened to move. This is the first crime they've ever committed and they are terrified of being identified.
Slowly they take off their masks while the three inhabitants stare down angrily at them.
Felicity is unsure how she wants to handle this situation, but she's already contemplating forms of punishment for these brutal scoundrels.
The men look her in the face, pleading for mercy.
She's surprised by how handsome and young the men are. They're a nice bit of rough.
Maurice's eyes dart back and forth between the two men. They look strangely familiar somehow.
Felicity shrewdly observes that these men are more frightened than they themselves are. She has total control of this situation and can do whatever she want to them.
"Now take off the rest of your clothes."
His face drops. Did he hear her right? Take his clothes off?
Maurice has been trained to obey the women's orders instantly. He thrusts out the fire poker enraged that someone wouldn't obey his wife immediately.
The guys recoil in fear. All they want to do is leave. They won't even take anything.
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Audrey finds it very sexy suddenly having two dangerous and strapping young men at their disposal.
Felicity stares into their eyes intensely. She has a new-found confidence which allows her to demand that men give her all she desires.
"Do it now," she says firmly.
The terrified men hesitate wondering what her motives are and how they can get out of this mess.
Maurice is ready to lunge at them with the fire poker if they don't comply.
The burglars quickly whip off their shirts.
They are alarmed and confused about what's going on. What have they got themselves into? Are they going to put a metal clamp on their dicks like this guy?
These women look determined and capable of anything.
With trembling hands the men lower down their trousers and pants.
Maurice hasn't even considered why the women are asking the burglars to do this. All he knows is that their orders must be obeyed.
The men feel this is cruel and unusual treatment being made to strip with a frighteningly sharp fire poker being waved at them.
Without their clothes they feel like they have no defence against the owners of the house and are completely at their mercy.
Maurice keeps right on him and doesn't let him stop. His wife ordered him to take off ALL his clothes.
The second burglar fiddles with his pants, embarrassed to reveal his dick to these strange women.
Felicity is already looking the naked one up and down like a new catalogue purchase she's made.
The second one slowly pulls down his pants. His heart is beating violently in his chest.
He's aware of the dark-haired woman watching his dick flop out, casting an instant judgement over his looks and naked body.
The women look them over, studying their bodies in detail while Maurice looks at their faces thinking very hard about where he's seen them before.
"I know you," he says with certainty.
"Yeah, because of you we got locked up for 8 months!"
Felicity looks carefully at the men. Is there some other scheme he was involved in which landed these men in hot water?
Maurice looks carefully at their faces and slowly it comes back to him. It was the day he found out he'd made his fortune... the day it all started to fall apart.
"When we really didn't do nothin'!" the other burglar complains.
The women see that these men have also suffered because of Maurice's selfishness.
"Just wanted a little work is all," the burglar cries angrily.
'That bastard,' Audrey thinks looking at Maurice.
Their time at jail meant they couldn't get work of any kind after being released. It's led them to embark on a career of petty crime.
"That's terrible!"
Maurice stares back at the women guiltily. How was he supposed to know his small joke would lead the men to this?
Audrey seizes the poker from Maurice's hand so he won't scare these poor men anymore.
Then she delivers a sharp slap to his face.
He still must fight the urge to shout in protest when receiving punishment.
He's frightened about what'll happen now that he's angered the women. Since his enslavement he has learned that it means trouble for him.
Deep down he still believes that women have no right to treat him like this and that he's the superior one. But then he remembers the threat of exposure and a life-long prison sentence that he faces if Audrey hands over the evidence against him.
Felicity shakes her head at her husband. There's no end to the mess this filthy man has made of people's lives.
"You deserve some compensation," she says wanting to undo the damage her husband has done.
The men listen cautiously.
Maurice resents that these men should get anything back. It's their own fault for bothering people in their homes!
"Take whatever you like," she invites them.
"Hubby will buy me replacements and they are insured anyway."
"But why not stay and enjoy yourselves?"
The burglars are still unsure. What does she mean exactly by 'enjoy themselves'?
The women look at them seductively, indicating exactly what they mean.
The guys smile and look at each other. Has their fortune really turned around so quickly?
Felicity looks them over flirtatiously.
Two new big naked men for her to play with.
The men instantly feel turned on. Is this gracious high class lady actually propositioning them?!
Maurice is suspicious of what his wife is up to. Why would she want to keep these men in the house any longer than they need to be?
The guys laugh and smile at the women. It's such a relief that they aren't going to be turned in for committing an act of burglary for the first time.
He's terrified to see a look on his wife's face he hasn't seen in a long time. She's actually turned on by these naked men!
The guys smile and nod, aware that the women are looking over their naked bodies and considering the potential of their long exposed cocks.
Felicity rests her hands on one of their bodies, testing him out. The guys chuckle together suddenly feeling very horny.
He's served his wife faithfully for a long time now. Every minute he's been exposed to her he's wished more than anything that she would forgive him and touch him tenderly like that again. Now she's doing it to complete strangers!
PART 7: In his former life, Maurice would have had these filthy burglars on their knees crying for mercy by now. It excited him and gave the business tycoon a high to stamp down upon the lower classes. But Felicity runs the house now and she has a much more democratic attitude than her now enslaved husband.
"Here's the deal," Felicity says approaching the now naked man and stroking his shoulder. "I'll let you leave with whatever valuables you want..."
"but you must make love to me."
"and you had better be good," she says emphatically.
The burglars are surprised that this beautiful strong woman is being so gracious towards them.
Maurice feels a powerful ache throughout his whole body hearing Felicity's words.
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It feels like he's served her faithfully in the nude for years now. But she never gives him a soft touch or looks in his eyes like she's doing to these utter strangers!
The guys look at each other laughing in manly camaraderie. They thought they were about to be tossed in jail, but they'll be getting off with some hot women instead!
Maurice looks down on the pair of men, loathing them with every fibre of his being.
The women's hands travel sensuously down their naked bodies, nearing their already hardening cocks.
Audrey strokes the nervous man's hair, looking directly into his eyes with her penetrating stare.
He smiles uncertainly, excited by this attractive woman, but knowing that if he doesn't satisfy these women they could easily turn them into the police.
She stands over him, looking over his fully exposed body and stroking his cock.
It hardens and springs up to attention.
The other burglar grows equally excited, breathing in the intoxicating expensive perfume Felicity is wearing.
His cock thickens and rises under her warm delicate hands.
Maurice looks down angrily, his naked body hungering painfully for attention like this from the powerful women.
Felicity rubs the sensitive exposed head of his dick with her thumb, driving the unsuspecting man wild with desire.
The men's hearts are pounding and the blood is rushing to their dicks, caught so unexpectedly in this highly erotic situation.
Felicity has always been curious about what some handsome men she's seen look like naked.
Now she's buzzing with the powerful feeling she's got from ordering this man to strip naked for her and serve her sexually in the way she wants.
His cock is differently shaped from her husband's.
She enjoys running her hands over the unfamiliar contours of his shaft.
The burglar desires her so badly. She's so confident and in control.
He stares hungrily at her breasts, but instinctively knows he shouldn't touch them without permission.
Felicity's sexual delight over handling these naked men is multiplied by being conscious her enslaved hubby has to watch powerlessly as she enjoys the other men's bodies.
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His cock and balls are imprisoned. It'd driving him mad that he's never granted any sexual release when he wants his wife so badly now.
"You must be very upset about being caught," Felicity sighs sympathetically.
"Oh, but you are trembling," Audrey says. "Why not get a nice little blow job to calm you guys down? It will help warm you up for your new duties."
The guys smile as they have been caught off-guard, but they are more surprised at this powerful sexual desire which has suddenly overcome them.
The thought of receiving a blow job from the beautiful women who run this stately house feels dangerous and exciting.
Audrey strokes his hands knowing how badly he wants to get off.
"Maurice, on your knees," Audrey commands him.
The guys frown uncertainly. They thought the women were going to suck on their meat.
Maurice stops dead in horror. She expects him to blow them?!?
The guys smile cruelly, suddenly liking the idea of screwing the mouth of the prick who turned them into the police.
Having learned to unquestionably follow whatever the women order him to do, Maurice instantly falls to his knees.
Felicity knows that her husband will find this more painfully humiliating than anything she's made him do so far.
Maurice hates these lower class men and the thought of sucking their cocks makes him want to be sick.
He looks pleadingly up at his wife, consumed with fear yet prepared to follow anything she says. "Come along. Help our new guests relax," she says.
The burglars look questionably at each other and give a small shrug. Why not?
Felicity pulls one of the burglars up, encouraging him to stick his hard penis in her husband's mouth.
Maurice stares at the gleaming pink head of his cock and feels the bile rising up in the back of his throat.
Powerfully aroused, Felicity watches on knowing full well that Maurice will now bow down to her every whim without question.
The burglar holds his dick out and slaps it against the man's bare chest.
The other burglar watches on uncertainly, but is excited by the power they have to sexually punish the man who threw them in jail for doing nothing!
Felicity makes her husband open his mouth to receive the hard pulsing cock.
She guides his head up and down over the length of it.
Maurice nearly chokes feeling the salty/tangy taste of the hard dick in his mouth.
His body is wracked in panic as his head goes up and down over it, yet he can do nothing to stop this.
The burglar excitedly fucks his face, thrusting in and out so his dick nearly hits the back of Maurice's throat and makes him gag.
Felicity smiles both pleased and excited by the sight of her husband orally servicing another man.
The burglars cock has grown and is throbbing excitedly invading the wet cavern of the terrified husband's mouth.
"Suck it," Felicity orders. She pushes his head down making him swallow the entire length of the burglar's rod.
The other burglar has been stroking himself while watching and now Audrey encourages him to get up and screw the enslaved man's mouth as well.
He jumps up excited to hammer his meat into this cunt's face.
Maurice is made to receive another cock in his mouth and Audrey guides the burglar along.
Felicity pushes her husband's head up and down over the burglar's dick.
Audrey cups the man's buns and helps him thrust in and out.
The burglar is powerfully aroused asserting his dominance over this man he hates at the insistence of the exotic woman standing so closely behind him.
Despite his willingness to serve, Felicity has to hold his head while making him go up and down over the man's cock.
Shame fills every inch of Maurice's body while he goes down all the way on the man's cock, smelling the warm sweaty scent of another man's muscular body, another man's hot full balls!
Audrey helps him thrust in and out. "Eat that cock you disgusting prick!"
The women push both the men to insert their hard penises into the male slave's mouth at the same time.
The guys fight for room thrusting their cocks into the terrified man's face, slapping his cheeks with their slick aroused cocks.
Maurice panics, but his head is held in place while his mouth is wrenched open to receive both cocks.
He nearly chokes feeling the pulsing live things being thrust in his mouth so insistently. He feels his male pride being smumed into oblivion.
The men angrily fuck his face faster and faster, filling his cheeks and making his stomach churn in disgust.
He tastes the precum seeping heavily from their dicks, coating his tongue and staining his pride permanently.
Felicity pushes his head down, refusing to let him stop when the men are sweating and thrusting with a ferocious intensity.
They are crowded around him, towering over him making him feel like the smallest, weakest creature on the planet. "Suck them you lousy piece of shit!"
His mouth has turned into a gaping receptacle for these big hard men's angry desire.
Big sticky gobs drip from his mouth as it's filled with saliva, sweat and precum.
The men joust for room in his resistant mouth, ramming their dicks in harder and stabbing his face with them.
It revolts him, but he fights to open his mouth to receive them at his wife's command. Her hands remain firmly on his head making him go up and down on the wet pungent cocks.
His entire body wracked with pain, Maurice's screams of horror are silenced by the thick hot members driving their way into his mouth as if they will never ever get enough.
PART 8: The thing which high-flying business man Maurice values above all the property and wealth he's acquired is his pride. His powerful wife has ordered him to get on his knees and take in his mouth the pulsing hard cocks of men he wouldn't even wipe his feet on. The act is a form of ultimate obedience. By servicing other men's cocks he demonstrates that he will follow her orders no matter how degrading HE finds it.
Felicity finally allows the men to step back after shoving their erections in her husband's mouth. Maurice coughs and splutters with great big gobs of saliva dripping from his mouth.
Felicity is astonished at how hot it was to make her husband open wide to receive a pounding from the two men.
Maurice's head is pounding. The taste of the men's cocks is still in his mouth. His body is wracked with shame.
The burglars chuckle, excited that the man they despise is being made to service them.
Maurice can hear them all laughing and looking down upon him as if he's an utterly despicable filthy creature.
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Felicity grabs the now fully erect cocks on either side of her and says to her husband, "Now you will help me get ready for these big stiff cocks."
The men's cocks jump excitedly in her hands anticipating making love to this hot woman. Felicity is thrilled to have two studly men so willingly at her service.
Tears stream down the fallen man's face realizing they will soon be able to experience the sweet pleasure of penetrating his wife which he's been strictly denied.
Felicity climbs up onto the bed, eyeing the naked men up and down in anticipation.
She slowly removes her panties driving the men watching wild.
Their aching cocks throb with the need for release.
Maurice is beckoned up and he quickly jumps to attention.
He hasn't even been allowed the pleasure of orally servicing his wife up until this point.
His cock stiffens at the thought of it, but is strangled by the metal contraption wrapped around his genitals.
He noses between his wife's legs to lick, conscious that he's bent over like a hungry dog.
Felicity presses his head down, rubbing his features in her vagina.
The burglars continue stroking themselves, keeping their cocks up in anticipation.
Felicity eyes them up flirtatiously. She grows more and more aroused. <br> "Mmm... Work me open for these real men's cocks!" she says aloud.
The men find it incredibly arousing standing naked before the woman they desire so much, waiting for her to beckon them.
Maurice licks between her legs gratefully, feeling her vagina moisten and open up.
The burglars openly stroke their massive erections. They are burning up with the need for a hole to empty their balls in.
Audrey watches the scene feeling very aroused herself, excited by both forcing Maurice to submit and the two handsome erect men.
Felicity has established herself as the supreme ruler of this household. All men must submit to her will.
She moans excitedly asserting her power over her husband, pushing his head up and down as he penetrates her with his tongue.
His cock is painfully restricted the entire time.
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Maurice lovingly attends to his wife. He grows more aroused tasting how aroused she is becoming.
The men stroke their hard dicks, their pulse racing seeing how Felicity is staring at them so amorously.
She strokes his constrained genitals with her foot making him even more excited.
As Maurice licks between her legs he feels a hope growing inside him that maybe his beautiful wife will see fit to let him make love to her as well.
She's moaning so excitedly and the juices are flowing freely in her warm crevice.
His head eagerly pumps up and down between her legs.
Audrey becomes moist between her legs simply watching what's happening.
Felicity thinks of all the times her husband made her fellate him, the gruelling pain of feeling so low that her feelings mattered so little over his own need to get off. Now the tables have turned.
She can make her husband use his mouth in any way she desires and not care in the least what he wants.
Maurice never served his wife like this in the previous part of their marriage. He would have thought it beneath him. But now, after months and months of denial, he's over-excited at being able to taste and breathe in his wife's sex.
Just as he feels her starting to reach a feverish pitch of excitement, she pushes his head away.
He's ready to leap naked on top of her, break out of his cock cage and fuck her like mad. But she kicks him away.
He stares longingly at her moist pussy which he's helped to arouse. His entire body is aching painfully to enter her.
Felicity sits up and kicks her naked husband aside.
This is too agonizing for him. "Oh please," he begs feeling as if he's about to burst.
Audrey answers by grabbing his hair and pulling him up off the bed.
He cries out in pain feeling himself dragged away from his beautiful graceful wife.
The burglars gather closer to her, stroking their dicks and waiting for her to instruct them.
It's killing him that these common men should have the supreme pleasure of screwing his wife and not him!
He moans in pain as he's aggressively dragged from his own bed chamber.
The burglars feel like they've entered a wild fantasy - the lady of the house inviting the ruffian gardeners in for some fun.
Felicity sits seductively on the bed, determined to have the time of her life.
It will be all the more exciting for her knowing that her husband is right at this moment pining and hungry, his cock bursting in his restrictive prison.
Felicity motions the men to come closer and they both oblige, stroking their hard cocks and getting off on the fact she finds them so visually appealing.
There's nothing out in the palatial house's cold, dark back garden except the sounds of crickets chirping.
Audrey drags the naked, miserable man along with her.
She makes him get down on his hands and knees. He's trembling all over and has no idea what's going to happen to him.
Audrey attaches a leash and locks it so he'll stay in place.
She promptly walks back into the house, leaving him kneeling like a dog and shivering.
The silence is suddenly broken by a feminine groan of excitement coming from the bedroom window.
He tries to crawl back toward the house, but the leash cuts into the muscles of his neck. He strains to see what's happening, but all he can make out is the soft glow of light emanating from his bedroom window.
His dick throbs painfully in the metal constraints as he hears the sound of his wife being pleasured. He stares up feeling so miniscule and useless, like a speck of dirt on his great wife's shoe.
PART 9: Now established as the ruler of the house, Felicity is finally getting to live out her sexual fantasies. The worst thing about this experience for her enslaved husband Maurice is that he doesn't know what exactly is happening in his bedroom. He must remain naked in the backyard staring up at the soft glow of light emanating from the window, listening to the sounds of his wife's moans of pleasure and imagining what's being done to the woman he sorely wants to sleep with.
Maurice pictures her lying on the bed with the naked burglars poised on either side of her so she can fondle and enjoy their bodies.
The burglars cocks are already powerfully stiff because of the job Maurice did servicing them.
He imagines how lustfully his wife stares at their pulsing eager cocks.
The burglars must be revelling in their good fortune, having the time of their lives offering their naked bodies to his wife.
Maurice wishes so badly he could feel his wife excitedly licking the head of his cock.
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Picturing his wife's sexual appetite stirred to such a feverish point makes him want to cum so badly.
She lays comfortably back on their bed in complete control of the men she's chose to sample...
admiring their fully naked masculine bodies...
enjoying the way their cocks pulse excitedly as she licks around the sensitive pink glans...
Maurice's cock is pressing against the tight metal chastity device attached to him. He hears his wife sighing excitedly.
He pictures his wife inviting the men to enter her...
greedily reaching out to handle the other burglar as the first slides his cock inside her...
the sweet smile of satisfaction she has taking a man for her own pleasure...
her body heaving excitedly in response to the naked man poised on top of her...
servicing her in the way she desires and deserves.
Maurice wishes she would look at him with such unrestrained lust.
Felicity has become so sexually confident now and is not afraid to take what she wants.
Instead of remaining the meek, obedient housewife she demands what she wants from the naked men she's invited to play.
She moves her body eagerly up to meet the naked man on top of her, demanding he penetrate her further.
The burglar pants like a lustful beast who can't get enough of serving this magnificent mistress.
As the burglar screws her, her sexual appetite only increases.
Maurice pictures her eagerly sucking the other burglar's cock, overcome by the naked men surrounding her.
Filling her mouth with the taste of the men he helped make erect.
The burglar groans like an animal as his seed explodes into her.
These torturous images crowd his mind as he painfully kneels on the cold ground staring up at the warm light from the inviting bedroom.
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Ever since his enslavement he's been bursting to make love to his wife like this. The thought that a couple of cretins who happen along should have the pleasure instead of him is torturous.
The enthusiastic desire which Felicity now expresses turns him on even more than the power-trip he always got from dominating her.
Maurice would eagerly make love to her like this if she would only allow him.
Felicity is determined to have her own fun.
Her moans reach a feverish pitch as the second burglar achieves orgasm while pumping between her legs.
Crouched on the dirty concrete in anguish, Maurice looks up hopefully seeing the door open.
Audrey reappears and walks around the man as if assessing what a sorry, pathetic sight he makes.
She undoes his collar and drags him back into the house.
The sweaty exhausted trio are sitting around, sharing cigarettes and glasses of wine.
Maurice is roughly pushed back into the bedroom and he can instantly smell the thick stench of sex which hangs in the air.
He eyes his wife up sadly while she laughs looking very satisfied.
She looks at him as if thinking that these men were finally able to give her what he never could. Standing before her naked he feels very small and worthless.
Miserably he begins tidying the room, knowing that his duty now could only be to clean up after the ladies have had their fun.
As he puts a pillow back in place, Felicity leans forward and gives him a hard slap in the face.
"You can clean the house <i>after</i> the guests leave," she says angrily.
"For now, I want you to clean me out."
Felicity opens her legs and Maurice stares down at her vagina which he worked so diligently to excite earlier. It's now been worked open and is dripping with the burglar's semen.
She nods with authority. Yes, she wants him to lick up the men's cum.
Maurice's stomach churns staring at the thick pools of goo around her vagina and thighs.
Felicity pushes his head down while they all laugh maliciously at the task he has to perform for his wife.
His face is rubbed into and coated with the slimy mess that the burglars left.
Not only does he have to listen to his wife being serviced by other men, but his face is rubbed in it!
"I want you to suck out the juice these real studs pumped into me."
The sticky substance coats his tongue and makes him gag.
Felicity is radiant forcing her husband to clean her pussy out, pushing him far beyond his limits and establishing her total dominance.
She pushes his head back down and makes him lick it all until she's clean. Maurice can hear the chorus of laughter all around him, obliterating what was left of his pride.
PART 10: Maurice has always had an overactive sex drive. Now that he's been denied the privilege of bedding his wife and with his cock kept under lock and key, all he can think about is sex. Smelling and tasting his wife's pussy while being made to clean the remnants of the burglars' semen from between her legs drives him crazy. He hopes in vain that by submitting to his wife's every whim he'll be granted some relief for his swollen cum-filled balls.
"Swallow it," Felicity orders. "I don't want you spitting out their sperm."
The thick drops of semen coat the inside of his mouth and he has to fight his revulsion at having to swallow them down.
"Now lick these big manly bulls clean."
Felicity kicks him over onto his back.
He will do whatever she orders though the thought of tasting the wet genitals of these men who screwed his wife disgusts him and makes him want to cry with shame.
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"Lick all the sperm and sweat off from their big cocks and balls."
He obediently lifts his head up to lap at the man's bulging pink sack.
His heart pounds violently in his chest and his throat closes up as he runs his tongue over the hairy dangling globes.
Felicity grasps the back of his head and props him up to keep cleaning the man's genitals with his mouth.
Maurice can feel everyone staring down at him sneering and thinking what a disgusting poor excuse for a man he makes.
The man's sticky cock flops against his face as he struggles to clean the man's balls completely.
Maurice instinctively pulls away, but Felicity guides his head up and down over the man's dick to suck it clean.
The cock slides into his mouth and Maurice can smell his wife on the man's genitals and in his pubic hair!
He hungers fiercely for any sexual contact with his wife and this is all he's being allowed, the traces of her sexual juices left on her new lover's engorged penis.
Performing this shameful act of total obedience is the only sexual gratification he has.
The man's wet thick penis slides in and out of his mouth, nearly choking him. He sucks on it desperately
Everyone is staring down at him, a lowly perverted creature who has been transformed from a high-powered business man to a cum-receptacle.
Maurice's balls are near to bursting and his cock is painfully restrained so he can't grow erect.
"Suck all of this real man's sperm out," Felicity orders him.
The burglar is going erect again under the persistent licking and sucking. Maurice can feel the man's cock jumping up to meet his gaping mouth.
Felicity watches highly aroused with a naughty glint in her eyes.
The next burglar steps up and holds his penis out to be cleaned as well.
Audrey helps him clean the man's cock by pushing Maurice's head towards it and cupping the other man's firm buttocks to make him thrust it into the slave's mouth.
Maurice tastes the fresh sperm coating this man's dick, still seeping out of his piss slit.
"Lick it till he's clean pervert," Audrey says.
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He desperately swallows though the stuff is clotted in his throat, his head pushed down to suck it all off.
His jaw struggles to open wide enough to receive the man's tumescent cock which he thrusts insistently into his mouth.
Audrey laughs cruelly and excitedly forcing Maurice to take it.
Maurice thinks of how this man's penis was so recently thrusting up into his wife and sucks it hungrily.
He's licked and sucked all he can off from the man's dick, but they continue to laugh and shove his head down onto it. They've ganged up and are energetically screwing the pathetic man's mouth as if they can't get enough.
The group share conspiratorial smiles, high from their power over Maurice.
Felicity joins in, grabbing a fistful of Maurice's hair and pushing his head down on his cock further.
The burglar's dick is powerful and stiff, stabbing in and out of the helpless husband's drooling mouth.
Time collapses for Maurice. It feels like he's always been and always will be in this servile position giving sexual gratification under his wife's instruction.
He greedily licks and sucks at the sticky engorged head of the man's cock knowing that everyone thinks he's nothing more than a filthy whore.
"Fucking hell," the straight burglar says in disgust looking down at the hungry slave.
Maurice knows he's sunk lower than he ever has before. He's sucking the ripe cock of a man he despises!
He coughs and splutters, cum caught in his throat and drying in gooey strands all over his enraged face.
Maurice collapses in exhaustion, his body shaking from the emotional and physical strain.
He feels them all looking down on him and how pathetic he must appear, the burglar's semen and his wife's vaginal excretions churning in his stomach.
"I have an idea, since you two stallions are ready to race again..." Felicity says eyeing the men's erections.
"Give us a show," she says feeling very sexually excited.
"Fuck my hubby."
"Roast him like a pig," Audrey adds. <br> The men's dicks throb at the prospect of more action and skewering the man they despise.
The burglars roughly pull Maurice up and flip him over.
Maurice is stunned and terrified, his muscles stiffen up at the idea of being fucked.
The metal once again cuts painfully into his genitals. His heart pounds fiercely in his chest and his skin tingles as if on fire. The men laugh sinisterly manoeuvring him into position to do as the ladies asked.
Maurice feels the walls closing in on him as he's made to lie on his front, dribbles of the men's sperm dripping from his trembling lips. His pride and masculinity is being completely shattered.
An understanding of his existence as a naked sexual slave is taking on its full meaning with this violent act. The ladies sit back comfortably and smile in anticipation.
