Getting ready for bed one evening just after purchasing the handcuffs my wife told me that there was no need for pajamas tonight.  I got into bed and felt her smooth thigh slide over me.

As her hand moved over my chest she settled her head next to my ear and started kissing me.  To me this is a turn on because I knew that things were going to warm up.  Kisses on my ears always cause a tingle to run through my entire body. Her thumb was gently moving from one nipple to the other and it was causing me to hump my buttocks up from the bed.

She pulled my face toward her and gave me the sweetest and longest lasting kiss I could ever remember getting.  With the words right into my ear she said, "Honey get the handcuffs from my underwear drawer."

"Why do you want me in handcuffs, Sweetheart? You don't need these; I always behave."

"Honey, you are like all other men with your male ego and those things down there between your legs might cause you to do something that you will later regret. Now turn around and let's get these in place, nice and snug."

Facing her with my hands securely locked in back of me, I knew that things were coming to a head.  Suddenly I was being kissed hard and long while the erection I had since getting into bed was now about to explode.  This cute wife of mine with her small smooth hand now put my foreskin down as far as it could possibly go and held it there.

"Darling you know how much I love you and I know that you love me too, so I must tell you this before I go any further.  The man who took such good care of me got married.  I met another man that I would like to have for an evening and I have a picture of him. He's  very handsome and I found his ad in that athletic magazine we get.  He charges a fee but furnishes a health certificate and guarantees satisfaction.  He also works as a 'breeding stud' for an additional fee."

I was thinking something like this might be about to happen and here it was waiting for me to submit to once again. I hesitated to answer her plea for permission to cuckold me again and I sensed her preparation to tease and humiliate me.  For the next hour I was tormented both mentally and physically.  With my hands behind me I couldn't prevent my foreskin being forced down to my pelvis while also being kissed very deeply.

 She now turned on the bed lamp and showed me the ad in the magazine that she had answered. It was a small ad which read: 

 "Black Bull on Call."  All requirements provided for and satisfaction guaranteed with no time limit.  Picture will be provided and one will be required of client. Fee $100.

"Here's his picture, sweetheart, don't you think he's handsome?"

"Now, you're going to pay the fee and stay home while he's doing the work on me.  Now act pleasant and be happy for me because you can't compete with a superior male like him.

"Honey haven't you humiliated me enough?  My knees are weak and I feel so submissive I probably couldn't walk if I got up."

"I'm not through yet, sweetheart.  What do you think of me having a big black man between my legs hitting me deep and filling me with his big loads?  And it makes me laugh that you have to pay his fee."

"Now honey, tell me that you love me before I put you in your place." We exchanged our testimonials of deep love and she slapped me across the mouth.  A kiss, then further slaps across the mouth before being released from the handcuffs.

When I was so sure that I had earned some consideration in taking care of her, I was told, "Honey get your nose down there and tongue me so I don't have to get the whip out.  I'm saving my ass for my black bull tomorrow evening."

With that she laughed and caused me more humiliation when she  said "He is much bigger and superior to you and besides, you're paying him to perform."  I'm spending the entire night with him at the Marriott while you thinking of how often he's sticking me.  Keep licking down there, Honey, that's feeling good. 

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One of the great things about slavery is that you ...
written by subslave97, August 26, 2008

One of the great things about slavery is that you really don't have any choice. It's all about Mistress. Once you are locked in chastity, you have given up all control (and hope). It's so much fun for Her. It really is like a game. No matter what you do, if She doesn't want you to have relief - you will never have it (as it should be). Total frustration, teasing, denial, slavery - it's what we are. I enjoy it when She has fun, and i know that no matter what game She wants to play She will win and i will lose and She knows i (and you) will always come back for more

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