OBEYING MY HUSBAND
Chapter 18
I kneel completely naked, completely shaved, completely hairless, with his slave collar around my neck, before my immensely rich Master and husband, Penrose Hugh-Cavendish. He runs his fingers affectionately through my long blond wavy hair as he might his pet dog. As this thought excites me he inserts one and then two fingers into my mouth. I suck on them avidly. With my slight 5'6" build I might be mistaken for being 18 rather than my 24 years. He is older, much taller and has a well-developed body hidden now by his well-cut dark business suit. Is he going to allow me to unzip him, take out his huge cock and suck him off or allow me to drink his wonderful piss? No, I think not. He's going to give me orders for the day that I must obey. I shall be eager to obey
"I have business in New York boy, So I'm lending you for a few weeks to a friend of mine."
This is unexpected and a complete surprise. I'm devastated.
"Oh Sir, please can't I go with you Sir. Please."
He slaps my face.
"You will do as you're told boy. Have you learnt nothing as my wife? I know straight guys who loan out their wives so why shouldn't I? It's hardly different to me allowing friends to use you when we have a party. Don't look so mournful. I think Master Saxon will enjoy using you and I'm pretty sure you will respond with proper enthusiasm to the sort of kinks he indulges in. So look on the bright side and make the most of it. Remember Matt that this is what being an obedient wife involves."
"Yes Sir I do and I will be obedient."
"Good. Now go to the servants entrance and get into the car which will take you to Master Saxon's home."
I kiss Master's feet, back away on hands and knees to his bedroom door, stand up and scoot down the servants stairs to the back door. It's about midday. A guy, younger than me, in a driver's uniform stands waiting with a cane in his hand. He points this to the open boot (trunk) of a Rolls Royce limousine. I run quickly - assisted by a few whacks from the cane - climb into the boot and lie down. The driver slams the boot lid shut and a few moments later the car starts to move. In the darkness I can only guess at the direction. But then, more disconcertingly, I feel a damp something and then what I guess is a tongue snuffling at the crack of my butt. Is there another naked slave in the boot? I stretch out a hand and feel something furry and realise I'm sharing the dark enclosed space with a large dog. I cover my butt with my hands. The licking stops and I begin to simply enjoy the warmth of the animal pressed against my back. After awhile I dose off.
The car suddenly stops and I wake up. So does the dog and it begins to scramble over my naked body. As the boot door opens and I'm blinded for a moment by the glaring sunlight, the dog jumps out. The driver starts lashing me with his cane.
"Come on bitch, get out or I'll beat you black and blue."
I swiftly do as I'm told and stand before the young handsome driver. He simply glares at me and raises his cane. I fall to my knees and kiss his highly polished boots. Even so he gives my upturned ass several sharp cuts with his cane.
"Enough Gavin. I'll take him from here." Another, much sterner male voice.
I turn my head to see another set of knee high black boots close by, but my training tells me not to look up. I transfer my lips to the owner of these boots.
"Are you Matt, Hugh-Cavendish's wife?"
"Yes Master", I reply as I continue to kiss his boots.
I feel him attaching a chain lead to my collar and he starts to drag me forward.
"Stay on your hands and knees Matty and follow me. And you Toby."
I'm dragged forward by the lead and see Toby, the black Labrador dog, trotting along beside me. It's late afternoon and the sun is still shining so although I'm naked, it's not uncomfortable. And, I must admit, I'm sexually excited to be treated like a dog. My prick stiffens up and leaks pre-cum. What sort of weirdo am I? We go along a paved pathway through a garden, up some steps and onto a terrace where I see two young hunky guys sitting and sipping drinks. One wears jeans and a leather jacket, the other a complete black leather outfit.
"Sit dogs." Master Saxon commands.
I copy Toby and sit on my ass with my hands on the pavement in front of me. I'm aware my prick sticks up erect between my thighs. As he sits down, I see Master Saxon for the first time. He's a handsome very attractive dark haired guy in his mid thirties. He and his friends continue sipping their drinks with their eyes concentrated on me. I feel myself blushing as they view my shaved nakedness. Gavin comes out onto the terrace carrying a tray of drinks. He carefully sets down the glasses on the table in front of Master Saxon and his two companions before coming towards me and setting down a dish, marked dog, in front of me. It looks like water. Good, I think, I am dead thirsty after the long drive. He sets another bowl in front of Toby whom immediately starts lapping the water up.
"Come on Matty. Cheers. Your welcoming drink boy."
He raises his glass as do his friends and toasts me. I stoop forward and lap at the water, as this is obviously what I'm meant to do, and discover it is almost pure vodka. Wow! This is just what I need and I lap it up just as a pet dog would. Toby finishes drinking, trots over to Master Saxon and places his paw on Master Saxon's knee.
"OK Toby, go and take a piss."
Toby runs to a cherry tree at the edge of the terrace, raises his leg and pisses hard, then sniffs the tree and returns more slowly to the terrace where he lies down.
"Come on Matty. Your turn." I finish lapping up the last of my drink and now, feeling quite uninhibited, crawl on my hand and knees to Master Saxon and place a hand on his knee.
"OK Matty, go take a piss."
On hands and knees I dash to the cherry tree, sniff hard and lick at the remains of Toby's urine then raise my own leg and piss. Master Saxon and his friends applaud my humiliating performance. They clap more as I sniff the tree before returning to the terrace where I lie on my back with my feet and hands raised and my prick sticking out from my shaved crotch.
"Come here boy and let my friends Angus and Russell inspect you."
I crawl forward and kiss both sets of boots. They are both big guys.
"Sniff their crotches boy. Isn't that what a dog would do?"
Pushing in turn between their thighs I sniff and slobber at each crotch in turn. Their male odour is strong and if I had a tail it would be wagging. Russell pulls at my collar and I jump up onto his lap. I lie there, his hands all over me as I wriggle my naked body. He lowers his face and kisses me on the mouth while squeezing my shaved balls and hard prick. His tongue down my throat and me sucking hard.
"My turn Russell," says Angus, "hand the puppy over."
I'm thrown, like a pup might be, over onto Angus's knees. He lays me out flat on my back and moves his hands over my naked body. My legs, my inner thighs, my stiff prick and my nipples. He twists these hard as he raises me up and plants his red lips on my lips and his hard tongue pushes into my mouth and I suck and suck. He moves his mouth from my lips to kiss, nibble and then bite on my tits. I scream out in pain, but he ignores me and holding my hands firmly to me sides with one hand he plays with my shaved balls and cock. Even though painful, I'm highly aroused and even more so when he pushes my legs apart and probes my anus with a finger.
"Hey guys, look at this tight little pucker hole all ready for fucking."
He swings me from side to side, pulling my ass cheeks wide, so Master Saxon and Angus can view my cunt. So humiliating and sexually stimulating my stiff prick is leaking pre-cum everywhere.
"Can I be first or will it be Toby?" Angus asks.
"Certainly not," snaps Master Saxon. "He's done enough to satisfy your kinky dog games. He's here to be my wife. Come here boy."
Angus releases me and I crawl to Master Saxon's feet and kiss his boots.
"Stand up boy, legs apart, hands on head."
I assume the sub position while Master Saxon examines my body with his hands and eyes. Kind blue eyes. He turns me around and handles my red and cane marked butt. His fingers search into my ass crack and probe my fuckhole before turning me around to face him again.
"Think you'll make me a beautiful wife while your master is away."
He pulls me to him and kisses me on my forehead.
"Gavin, take my wife up to my room, bathe and dress him."
Gavin takes my arm and escorts me into the house. He says nothing, but seems to handle me more gently than previously. The house is rather grand. Tastefully furnished. After climbing a winding staircase we enter a very large master bedroom. Gavin guides me to one side into a bathroom. Marble floor and walls gilded taps and fittings. Large bath, walk-in shower, toilet and in one corner what I recognise as enema equipment to which Gavin guides me. He bends me over, lubricates my hole, inserts a nozzle, turns on a tap and I'm filled with warm water. Gavin stands watching me for five minutes as my face contorts in pain with the cramps in my bowel. He smiles, removes the nozzle and leads me to the toilet where I sit and immediately explode. He repeats the process three times until he's satisfied I'm clean. Then he runs a hot foam bath. He motions me into it and proceeds to wash my hair and uses a sponge to rub every part of my body including my asshole. It's all very sexually stimulating. The last humiliation is when he rolls back my foreskin and uses his fingers to clean it. Wow! He helps me out of the bath and rubs me down with a fluffy white towel until my body is dry. Then a hair dryer on my hair. I glimpse myself in a mirror as he guides me back into the bedroom and I see myself looking fantastic. My blond locks curling down my neck. He sits down at the dressing table, bends me over his knee, spreads my butt cheeks, applies some lube to my fuckhole and proceeds to work in and out two fingers and then three.
"Oh, that's fantastic Gavin, Thank you so much."
"It's a favour boy. You'll be pleased I've opened you up a little when Master fucks you. His weapon is big, big, big and he uses it forcefully. I speak from experience."
I'd been thinking Gavin was butch if not a dom.
"Do they fuck you?" "They all do when they're playing their games."
"What sort of games?"
"Well you've already been a dog, but wait till you're a kennel bitch and they get Toby to fuck you. Or they tie you up naked in the woods and let any stud beat and fuck you. Perhaps a crowd of their mates do it too. The same at their leather club. Or the baby game where they put you in a nappy and order you to drop your pants in public. Can be painful, but always humiliating. Sure you'll enjoy it as much as I do Matt."
"I didn't realise Gavin."
"Don't worry. Now stand up and let me get you some pants to wear."
Pants! I'm surprised until Gavin produces a skimpy pair or pink lace silk panties from a draw. He holds them for me to step into. And how very sexy they feel against my naked shaved crotch.
"Now sit down in front of the dressing table while I get you ready," orders Gavin.
I sit more or less naked in front of the mirror. Gavin with great expertise makes up my face. A touch of something to emphasise my eyebrows. Long, false blond eyelashes. Powder on my cheeks. Bright red lipstick. A little rouge to my nipples. He applies red nail polish to my hands and feet and finally a spray of delicious perfume in my crotch, armpits, neck and arms. I feel and probably look like a whore.
"Now your evening dress," says Gavin.
He brings a pink, silk dress from the wardrobe and places it over my head. I expect it to drop to the floor, but it hardly reaches my knees when I stand up. And it's low cut back and front exposing my nipples.
"I know," says Gavin, "short and skimpy. So anyone can touch you up. You're a plaything remember. Sure you'll enjoy that."
"Yes I will Gavin. Suppose I'm a slut."
"No you're not. You're like me, a natural born submissive. Now go downstairs and present yourself to your husband. You don't need shoes. And don't kneel, just curtsey in front of him."
I run downstairs, my dress floating up around my waist. Stopping outside the living room door, I straighten my dress, open the door and walk in. Angus, Russell and my husband are in dinner jackets and black bow ties. Holding my dress out to the sides I perform a deep curtsey. Master Saxon pats the cushion on the sofa next to him and I sit down. He enfolds me into his arms and kisses me. I respond eagerly and one of his hands moves under my dress and a finger presses into my anus through my silk panties. I realise his friends are watching, but this only adds to my sexual arousal as I press my near naked body against my husband's well-muscled body. I'm emboldened and whisper in his ear.
"Please fuck your wife Sir."
"After dinner and in bed my beautiful darling. You can rely on that. For the moment I'm simply going to take your knickers off and spank your little butt until it's red and you cry your eyes out. That's my turn on and I'm sure my friends will enjoy watching."
He swings me around on his lap, rips my silk panties off, raises my dress and proceeds to spank me with his hand until I'm howling, weeping and enjoying every moment of this humiliation. His guests are allowed to fondle my red ass cheeks after dinner before I kiss them goodnight and race upstairs to wait for my husband to arrive and drive his hard, huge appendage into me. Not once, but several times that night and every night until after ten days I was returned to Master Hugh-Cavendish. I can't really say it to anyone, but these were the best ten days of my life so far. Being truly treated as the sort of wife I'd always craved to be.
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