Just a few words from Commissar's (Julie's) slave hubby!My marriage started out quite normally. Admittedly my wife Julie "wore the pants" so to speak but she certainly wasn�t a Dominatrix. Our sex life was pretty straightforward and we socialised with a mixture of her friends and mine. My slide into submission was a gradual one. It took Julie a year or so to domesticate me and we were sharing the housework quite evenly. I thought myself a "new age" guy and didn�t mind the chores. I was infatuated with Julie and didn�t quite realise what was happening. It was little things at first. She would often complain about my friends whenever I invited them over and at times was quite rude to them. Before too long the only friends that were visiting us were hers.
After a few years our sex life was becoming less frequent. The turning point was one night at 3AM when Julie tried to wake me to make love. I was exhausted as I had been working late all week and told her I didn�t feel like it. Well for the next few weeks did I cop an earful! Didn�t I fancy her any more? She would ask. Was I becoming impotent? Or was it I was really gay ? The teasing went on and on. Every time I tried to seduce her after that I was rejected. She denied me for over a month before once again trying in the early hours of the morning. This time I wasn�t game to knock her back even though once again I was exhausted. Our sex life became only on her initiation and I would never refuse.
Five years into our marriage and Julie�s career was doing well. She had become National Sales Manager for a retail clothing chain while I still held the same lowly ranked clerical position for an insurance company. Blackmail had become one of her weapons and the threat of her leaving me would always ensure I would give in. First it was the "give-ups", she made me give up smoking, then alcohol, then my cricket team, then any sport on television. She was always reminding me that she was the major breadwinner and how I had to provide more support at home, taking on a bigger share of the domestic duties. I always complied. Before long most of the chores were mine, cooking, washing up, vacuuming, laundry and bathroom. Often I would prepare the evening meal and she wouldn�t come home till late. There was no phone call just a "I was held up tonight and have already eaten" when she walked through the door. If possible I would make a sandwich from the leftovers for the next day at work. Julie�s position was too important for her to bring lunch to work. She felt it wasn�t good for her status so she got to eat at nice cafe�s everyday.
The next turning point was when I was retrenched. How she humiliated me. I was hopeless, useless and a burden on her. Not only was I a pathetic lover but now a total embarrassment to her. We were planning a two week holiday to the Gold Coast but since I would be busy trying to get another job she decided to take her girlfriend Linda with her instead. Linda was a well built lady and very well endowed. She nearly always dressed to show off her ample cleavage. I always felt slightly intimidated by her presence. She would speak to me quite gruffly yet was ever so pleasant to Julie. Linda was also married but never appeared with her husband at our house. He was always left behind. For the next two weeks I went for dozens of interviews without success.
On their return I picked them up from the airport. It was a Friday evening and Julie informed me that Linda would be staying with us for the weekend. They both sat in the back of the car and joked and laughed while reminiscing about their holiday. They totally ignored me. I carried their bags in and was told to unpack Julie�s bag and start the first load of washing. I was then called into the lounge where they were waiting for me.
"Well Bradly how did the job hunting go?" asked Julie
"No luck I�m afraid, it seems no-one wants a middle aged clerk"
"Well if I�m to be supporting you there is going to be a few changes around her" her tone was menacing.
"I�ve been talking to Linda here and we decided that if you hadn�t found a job by the time we get back I would enrol you in her obedience school for cuckolds"
"Her what?" I asked incredulously.
"Her obedience school for cuckolds Bradly, because that�s what you now are, a cuckold!" they both laughed heartily.
"What�s a cuckold?" I asked innocently
"You tell him Linda" said Julie
"A cuckold is a husband whose wife no longer sleeps with him but does sleep with other people. His wife cannot only sleep with other men but she may also have sexual relations with women. You Bradley have experienced both forms of cuckoldry in the last week, hasn�t he Julie?"
"And it was the time of my life!" Julie laughed loudly.
"You mean you had an affair while you were away?" I was almost shouting.
"Don�t raise your voice at me little man! I did have an affair with a real man, and for the first time since before I met you I got some real satisfaction. I�ve also explored my lesbian side so you will have to accept that as well if you want to stay here. Face it your worthless to me and are a burden unless you can ship up and become a personal slave. I�ve given you a chance with a 4 week course at Linda�s obedience school. If you pass I will keep you if you fail your out of here with absolute nothing!
I was devastated, I adored Julie and couldn�t believe she could do this to me. The smirk on Linda�s face reinforced my humiliation, I was sure it was Linda who influenced my wife in this way.
"How could you Julie, I�ve always been faithful to you" I was fighting to stop the tears and sounded pathetic.
"Well Bradley you can leave if you want or stay and obey. Remember you have no job, no house and no friends, what�s it to be"
I wanted to run away and hide but knew I couldn�t live without her.
"Linda has kindly agreed to start some introductory lessons this weekend and you will be taking her to her property on Sunday night. You will come home on the weekends to catch up on chores and back Sunday night each week. I am going to get ready for tonight and Linda will outline your chores for tonight."
With that she went upstairs. I was left alone with Linda.
"On your knees! Nose to the floor!" Linda immediately barked. I would soon get used to her military like orders.
"Right! The first lesson Bradly is that you are the lowest of the low. To be cuckolded is the ultimate humiliation. You will refer to your Mistress as Mistress Julie. Other ladies as Madam or Ms and other men as Sir. You will call me Madam Linda . Your first job after we leave is to move all your possessions out of your Mistresses room. You may keep any clothes for work purposes but all your other clothes are being given to charity. We have an apron and a maid�s dress which you can wear if visitors are here but for now you will just wear the apron."
She threw the frilly apron on the ground.
"Strip!" came the order. I did so quickly.
"Throw your clothes in one of these bags"
She threw me a new roll of large glad garbage bags. After I put the clothes away and put the apron on I was ordered back on my knees with nose to the ground.
"As a Madame Linda trained cuckold you will do exactly as you are told at all times. Total Obedience is your prime objective. Even the slightest questioning of orders is a punishable offence. You will no longer own anything, the house, the car, the shares, the bank accounts are all to be transferred wholly to your Mistress. From now on you must seek permission to eat, drink and go to the toilet. Your Mistress and I are going out tonight and you are going to get some take away Thai from Newtown for us while we get ready. We will eat then go out and by the time we get back you had better have all your belongings packed up and in the garage and the bathrooms cleaned. If you believe you have done a good enough job you will wait kneeling with your head at the door . Your Mistress said to pay for it on your Visa card before handing it over. Got it!"
"Yes Madam Linda"
It was a 15min walk to the Thai Restaurant, it was so embarrassing dressed in my maids outfit and 6in heels. The staff had a giggle after obviously cracking some sort of joke at me in their own language. I had to wait 25 minutes so I went out and tried to hide in the backstreets. I went back in to get it half an hour later and it took the food home.
On returning I first saw Madame Linda. She had had a shower and was now dressed ready for night-clubbing. She had on a type of bodice, which exposed the neck arms and shoulders, pushing up on her breasts to display an ample cleavage. Her dress just fell short of the knee over black pantyhose hose and 6in heels.
"What took you so long!" was her greeting to me.
"Its a 15 minute walk" I replied .
"Walk! A Madame Linda trained cuckold doesn�t walk when doing errands for his superiors he runs! You will have to be punished for this. Grab the cane for me"
She pointed to the corner, I hadn�t seen it there before tonight and was about to say we haven�t got one. Lucky I hesitated. I quickly grabbed it for her.
"Lift your skirts, 6 of the best!"
I slowly gathered the folds of the dress.
"Faster! Faster!" she yelled.
She gave it as hard as she could in quick succession
It absolutely killed, I screamed at the shock of it all!
"I give a lot more for repeat offences now say thank you!
She caned me again twice as I thanked her for correcting me.
"Serve us in the lounge room in exactly five minutes."
She set her watch and left for the lounge room. I served the food on to two plates grabbed spoons and forks and poured a glass of wine for each. I made it just in time.
As I walked in with the plates I couldn�t help but be struck down by the sight of my wife. She had always dressed professionally very well but this was the most provocative I had ever seen. She had on the sexiest little black dress you had ever seen and gorgeous black stiletto�s I couldn�t help but take a second look.
"Like what you see Bradly ?"
"You look sensational ,dar er I mean Mistress Julie"
"Ha ha, I see we�ve been learning a little, now you can look all you like now Bradly because you are never having intercourse again! And if I ever have the slightest evidence that you wank behind my back it will be a full time chastity belt for you."
I finished serving and was ordered back into the kitchen. After they ate Madame Linda came into the kitchen reminding me of my chores and adding that I had to be awake on their arrival.
By midnight I had completed the chores having had time to double check everything. I waited with my head at the door for a further two hours. Bang ! They had crept up quietly and banged the door against my head. "Get out of the way, you shithead!" Were the first words of My Mistress!
She led in Madame Linda and two other guys. One was a well built blonde guy of about 23 the other a 35 year old guy, with short dark hair who was dressed flamboyantly in a blue satin shirt. As they walked into the living room I was ordered to get the drinks. They ordered flaming sambuca�s which meant getting the special glasses, the coffee beans and then lighting them . My mistress then introduced to me to Sir David and Sir Warren. David had his arm around my wife and was caressing her beautiful behind. I was fuming inside. I handed each their drinks and was ordered back in the kitchen. While I waited I heard much giggling and erotic noises sounding like passionate kissing. My Mistress ordered another round in fresh glasses (to increase my washing up). When I brought the drinks in, my Mistress disentangled herself from Sir David�s grasp, grabbed both their glasses and said they�re adjourning to the bedroom. With that my wife and David went up to my old room.
I was left with Madame Linda and Sir Warren.
"Your wife will be getting some real pleasure now Maid. Ha Ha. She has left you with us to obey. Warren her is gay and a good friend of mine and you are going to make sure he is made welcome. I have promised him your services as long as he let me watch and control you. Get the picture"
I must admit the idea both repulsed and excited me, sure I am aroused by being submissive but only ever to a woman, never another man. The fear made me obey.
"On your knees and give him a head job!" she ordered
Warren pulled out his cock and I got to work. After a while Madame Linda asked him "How is he performing Warren?"
"Only fairly Linda, but I am sure he could improve with some training."
With that I felt a cut on my rump.
"C�mon maid, I promised Warren he would enjoy this, try harder!
Warren, you can give him orders, tell him how you like it."
With that Warren took over. "Nice long stokes with your tongue now, faster faster, more spit, gag for me, lick those balls, a bit slower now.."
The orders kept changing. Every so often Madame Linda would chip in with a cut. I thought Sir Warren was about come when Madame Linda said enough. She moved a chair to the middle of the room and sat on it back the front.
"Kneel behind me and start licking my arse" She threw Sir Warren a tube of KY jelly and told him, "You can fuck him now Warren"
I felt raped and humiliated to the max, I had come to rock bottom losing my gay virginity while licking the arse of a women who had encouraged my wife to take a lover.
Warren lasted only 5 or so minutes and then crashed. I continued to lick arse while Madame Linda masturbated. She would make me lick her finger as the fluids increased. For another hour or so I received a lesson as vibrator boy. I had to learn by having my nipples clamped and tied to a chain connecting together before leading in one chain which was held Madame Linda. A pull on the chain meant I was to push in a slackening off to move out or slow down. She had about 5 orgasms in the hour before nodding off. I undid the clips and tip toed into the laundry were I slept on the floor.
I awoke with Madame Linda standing over me. The clock told me it as 8:30 about four hours sleep.
"Did I tell you to go to bed maid! And take those nipple clamps off?"
"No Madame Linda"
"You will be punished for that, 24 cuts should do. First however you have some chores, Warren and I want a full breakfast served in 25 minutes of bacon, scrambled eggs, toast and jam, orange juice, fresh fruit salad and coffee. You are not to eat anything! If I catch you o much as licking your fingers you will be punished severely. Now get going!"
I worked feverishly in the kitchen and managed to get it ready in time. Serving was a nerve racking experience. When I knocked on the door with the first plates as I was made to wait another 3 minutes before being summoned. I later received punishments for serving late, even though I would have been on time if they had called me in straight away. Sir Warren complained that his coffee was cold and the eggs weren�t fluffy enough. I had to remake them and Madame Linda ordered me to show Sir Warren that I was sorry by giving him a head job. I was forced to swallow his come. While I was working on Sir Warren Madame Linda went up to see my Mistress and Sir David. I was then ordered to make the same breakfast for them.
After I served them in the bedroom I was ordered to stand with my nose touching the wall and my hands on head and not say a word. All I heard was there eating and then some very boisterous love making. When they had finished my Mistress made me fetch her cigarettes and light it for her and Sir David. As she blew smoke in my face she said, "I have just had the best sex of my life Bradly, er I mean maid. That�s what Madame Linda says I call you now, maid. I have been satisfied by a real man, something you could never do! Now I think you should thank David for pleasing your wife."
"Thank you" I mumbled abjectly
"C�mon say it properly"
"Thank you, Sir David"
"Show some sincerity maid! Tell him why you are grateful"
"Thank you for pleasing my wife, Sir David"
"Add some of your own failings, maid, I want to her you putting yourself down when you thank David"
"I am grateful to you Sir David for pleasing my wife, something I am so pathetic that I could never do"
They were laughing at me together, Sir David enjoying my suffering. I was having to humiliate myself further.
"I want to hear some praise for me, your beloved wife when thanking Sir David."
I had to apologise again.
" I am so grateful to you Sir David, for pleasing my most beautiful and adorable wife for I am so pathetic I could never please her in the way she so richly deserves to be pleased."
I hoped I wasn�t overdoing it a bit.
"Well you can please me now maid by kneeling here and licking me out." She sat on the bed and as my face reached my beloved wife�s vagina I realised it was full of Sir David�s semen. I must have licked for over and hour. Sir David and my wife were chatting away, totally ignoring me. Finally my wife came, my cheeks and tongue muscle were aching. She pushed me away.
"You can go back to Madame Linda now for more chores. You will report to me at 5PM before you go to obedience school"
As I walked out I saw Sir David had become erect again and was about to embrace in another love making session.
Madame Linda then had a full days chores for me. Vacuuming, cleaning kitchen and bathroom, washing not only my Mistresses car (which I had paid for) as well as her company car, I also had to clean Sir Warren�s car and Sir David�s car including interior vacuuming in. I was given 10min break for a bowl of baked beans and some water and toilet. A toilet break in between was allowed but then punished, 6 for a pee and 12 for a poo. I managed to finish at 4 :45 and after copping six for a pee in the morning I managed to hold on to lunch time for a poo. I held out all afternoon for another pee. I was allowed a lot of water and was busting. I had to have a cold shower before peeing and couldn�t help myself and peed in the shower. Madame Linda was supervising my shower and was suspicious, she told me to stand away from the water and confirmed her suspicions.
"How dare you piss in the shower! You filthy maggot and without permission too!"
She slapped me across the face. You will be punished for this when we get to school, now hurry up and into your fresh uniform. I dried myself very quickly and only just made it to the kitchen where I was to wait kneeling with my nose to the floor. After hurrying to make it on time I was kept waiting for 45 minutes. I was called by Madame Linda into the lounge where all 4 of them were there. My Mistress had a strange looking device with a padlock in her hand. I soon learnt that this was a chastity belt which I would wear at school. The device was made of leather and pulled my cock under my backside. The chain ran like a figure 8 around my legs and waist. My ass was exposed and I had to sit to wee.
"If I get a good report when you come home after your first week I might open it and let you wank my sexless husband, hm, hm," she laughed at me.
"Now you do me proud and make my investment a profitable one. Warren is kind enough to drive you to Linda�s school, so at some later stage I have promised you to him for a night with belt on of course. Your dismissed."
The others said there goodbyes and we went outside. I was put in the boot and taken on what seemed like a one hour drive. I had a few bumps from swerving and turning and was glad to get out. We were in a garage. Sir Warren left us there and said to me in his sissy voice, "Now pay attention at those dildo worshipping lessons, I want to be able to report back a major improvement."
"Yes, Sir Warren" I dare not complain.
Madame Linda and I then went up in the lift only one floor. I guessed we were still underground as there was no windows only air vents. I was led past an ornately furnished large living area into a classroom with 6 individual small desks. How unusual it seemed that there were no chairs. I was ordered to strip and wait standing in the corner with my nose to the wall and hands on my head. Over the next three hours 5 other guys had been led in, each given the order to do the same thing. We were spread out evenly around the room and ordered not to talk to each other with a warning that the room was bugged. When the last came in we all waited another hour. Everyone obeyed and kept quiet. Finally Madame Linda walked in and we were ordered to turn and face her standing at attention. With her was a tall black African woman of about 25 years of age. She was well built and looked like she worked out at the gym regularly. She was dressed in a white off the shoulder top which exposed her bare midriff and emphasised her ample cleavage, she wore a short black skirt along with 6in black stiletto�s. Her tight curly hair was cut very short, almost butch like. In short an alluring but imposing sight. Madame Linda began.
"Welcome to my obedience school for cuckolds. This is your evening supervisor, Madame Shasa. Let me warn you that Shasa has a low tolerance for imperfection and likes to hear her cat sing!"
With that Madame Shasa gave a loud crack against the front desk with her cat-o-nine tails. She said, "I love nothing more than to hear my cat sing followed by the sound of leather on flesh! You will have to be very good to avoid it so I advise you listen very carefully scum bags!"
Madame Linda continued.
" For the next four weeks you are totally in my control. While I am away you will obey Madame Shasa or Madame Susan who is you morning supervisor. You will be meeting her at 6am tomorrow. On the weekends you will return to your Mistresses. The reason you are here should be obvious to you all but it is because you have all failed miserably in your husbandly duties to satisfy you wives. They have had to seek their sexual satisfaction elsewhere. Your Mistresses had every right to dump you and rid you from their lives, but no, they have decided to send you to me to see if I can make you of some use to them, if as a menial slave if nothing else. Here you will learn all manner of chores but the most important virtues you are expected to master are obedience, humility and patient suffering. You will learn not only to accept punishment but to be grateful for it as well. You are the lowest of the low, and have no rights at all. There are things that ordinary people take for granted that you have no right to, for example furniture rights. You are never again to use a piece of furniture unless given express permission. You sit and sleep on the floor. You can never use the toilet without permission and we will be encouraging you to go less frequently. Your only drink will be tap water and you eat only and all of what you are given. As you are no longer needed as a man, the first thing we must do is feminise you. Now line up in front of the door and follow me."
We were led to a small room with a bench in the middle. We remained standing in line as one by one Madame Linda with the help of Madame Shasa gave us all a total body shave. Head, face, under-arms, pubic hair, arms, chests and legs. For the body Madame Linda used wax and Madame Shasa took great delight in peeling it off as hard and as fast as she could. We were each given a cold shower afterwards and were led to another room where we given our uniforms. We had to wear ladies knickers, a padded bra, stockings with garters, a white blouse and a school uniform type pinafore. We were given wigs with plats and a straw boater type school hat. We also had to wear white gloves. We were then given female names which were written on stickers that were stuck to our pinafore, I was given the name Barbara. Other name changes were Keith to Karen, Andrew to Annabelle, Steven to Stella and Paul to Paula. Kim remained Kim. It was then I realised why there was no chairs for our desks. When writing we had to kneel before our desks. Madame Shasa pointed out that by kneeling it made us look shorter and more child like. Before us was put our Agenda for week 1:
|5PM - 12||Sunday Feb 1st - Arrive and Intro|
|Daily||Monday - Fri / Feb 2-6|
|6:30-6:45||Breakfast + toilet|
|11-1||Subservience and Worship|
|1-1:15||Lunch and toilet|
|6-8||Learning with lines|
|8-8:15||Dinner and toilet|
|10-12||Tests of Endurance and obedience + frustration|
"You will notice that there are only three toilet breaks and they are to be taken in your breaks for food. The longer you spend eating the less time you have for shits and pees! We do not forbid you going in between those times gut it will cost you 6 cuts before and after for a wee and 12 before and after for a shit.
You must first ask permission from whoever is in charge and if you go without permission the punishment is quadrupled. We may say your only drink is water but you can have as much as you like. I would say there is an incentive for moderation!"
I now understood where Madame Linda got her idea for the piss punishments.
"I will be taking you from 9 until 5 for the most important classes of Subservience and Worship in the mornings and Pleasing Guests in the afternoon. Shasa then takes over and puts you to bed. Susan will wake you for mornings and return you to me at 9."
Madame Shasa then walked around and put writing pads and a pen in front of each of you. She said, I am a great believer in learning with lines, you will began by copying the agenda ten times followed by 50, "I am a submissive cuckold who does as she is told" You have got 20 minutes!" She then set an alarm clock. We were all quickly writing as fast as we could. After only a few minutes Madame Shasa started abusing Stella.
"Your writing is pathetic Stella. You are being marked on neatness and let me tell you now this is nowhere near good enough."
She picked up what he had wrote so far and ripped it up. Stella was then ordered to lie across the desk face down holding his pinafore above his backside. He then copped six from the cat. They were good hard flicks and stung like hell. I thought I could see a tear in his eye. I concentrated writing more neatly but when the alarm went off I had only done 47 lines. I knew I was in the shit. Mine was the next paper she picked up.
"This is a little better than Stella�s Barbara but still a fair way from passing and you didn�t finish either, I am afraid it is just not good enough. You will attempt 50 lines in 15 minutes until you pass. You will feel the cat as well."
I was put over the desk and also given a singing six from the cat. I too had a tear in my eye.
Madame Linda left and we continued this constant round of lines and punishments until midnight. Finally we were stripped and had nighties for bed. I wanted to do a piss but wasn�t game to ask. I slept fitfully as the pain in my bladder grew. We were awoken by the sound of Madame Susan ringing a bell. Before I could pee I had to endure a cold shower and shave. Anabelle cracked and peed in the shower . We all got to watch her 48 cuts before finally being allowed to pee. What relief! Paula Kim and I received six each for peeing too long when allowed to pee. It seems whatever happens we are losers.
In Madame Susan we had a 50 year old slightly overweight blonde who had worked in hotels all her life. We had to learn the chores of a 5 star hotel to maintain that standard at all time for my Mistress and any guests. Proper bed making, fresh linen and towels with rooms and bathroom cleaned daily. We also learnt how to be available for room service duties. Her favourite punishment was nipple clamps and a leather strap. We all seemed to receive that over the few hours we were with Madame Susan. We were punished regularly until we got it right.
It was tough going
The morning session with Madame Linda was more formal. Each morning session began with a 10 question and answer quiz. Madame Linda would read the question and answer and we would have to write it. We were given 60 secs to learn. We are then tested on that question. Failure means 5 cuts then we are retasted. If we fail a second time we are punished double ie. 10cuts. We are tested after each punishment with it continuing to double. It is a great incentive for concentration and very effective. The first day we are all punished plenty. I got 6 lots of 5 cuts, 4 lots of 10. 2 of 20 and1 40. The others received similar punishments and it took us over an hour. The next hour or so we had worship training. We were all allocated inflatable ladies. We are made to sit them on our desk and then we begin practising kissing feet, body licking, cunnilingus, breast sucking, everything except mouth. This is out of bounds for a Madame Linda trained cuckold who is unworthy of kissing his Mistresses mouth. The punishments are meted out on the grounds for lack of enthusiasm solely judged by Madame Linda. It was only on the Wednesday that I avoided a caning here. We all copped it most of the time. On the first day I new I wasn�t able to hold my piss until lunch and asked permission to go to the toilet not long after a caning. I copped six beauties across my already striped arse. I was then allowed to wee having to sit down on the toilet. It was a longish wee and before too long I was getting the hurry up from Madame Linda.
"That�s enough! I am going to start counting extra cuts. 7, 8, 9, 10,11,12,13."
I finally finished but facing 13 cuts instead of 6. They were just as hard the first six and I knew I would be marked for quite while. She had me bawling by the end of it but somehow I still managed to murmur my thank you�s in true submissive style. It was then that Madame Linda allowed all the others a "Free leak" outside under the tree. I couldn�t believe it. She rubbed it in by saying "What a shame Barbara, if only you would have waited another couple of minutes, you could have avoided all that punishment." She laughed cruelly but it was new incentive for better piss control.
Lunch was a bowl of baked beans and a tin of beetroot or asparagus. Always eaten out of bowls on all fours and very rushed as well.
The "Pleasing guests" lessons held in the afternoon . We learnt how to suck cock on Madame Linda�s wide collection of dildo�s. The gagging we were forced to endure was horrendous. With strap on dildo she fucked us all. On the last day she brought in six guys including Sir Warren. "This is your test at the end of each week. You are each to service one superior male who will then report on you, it his decision as to whether you pass or fail the week. They have drawn lots to see what order they get to choose."
She led the first guy in. It was Sir Warren who took his time examining each of us. When he came to me he brushed me away with, "Oh You, been there." It was not until the last guy that I was picked. He was fat and ugly and was smoking a fag. I was taken into a room where I did my best to suck his cock he almost came before buggering me so he didn�t last long thankfully. My thanks were short lived as he made me excite him again, first by ball licking while I played with his cock with my hands. It took a good 15 minutes to arouse him again. All through that time he kept warning me that if I couldn�t get him hard again he would fail me. I tried hard and finally he fucked me again. This time he lasted much longer and was quite brutal in his thrusting. Finally he came. He then lied back on the bed where I fetched him a cigarette. We had learnt this from Madame Linda. Luckily I passed.
The evenings with Madame Shasa were no easier. Her learning with lines was similar to the what Madame Linda taught but we got lines as well as cuts. We were tested on "Madame Shasa Says" lines. They all began with "Madame Shasa says.." And were followed by some rule for cuckolds or other humiliating admission. Here are a selection:
- "Madame Shasa says that all cuckolds must never think good of themselves. We
are dirt unworthy of being trodden by our beloved Mistress and her friends"
- "Madame Shasa says that cuckolds must never have sexual relief without a
severe caning. We must be grateful for ever being allowed to come and accept the
- "Madame Shasa says that I have failed as a man in my duties as a husband and
should be thankful that my Mistress has deemed to keep me as a chaste cuckolded
- "Madame Shasa says that I speak only when spoken to, that I have no worthwhile opinions, that I agree 100% with my Mistress in all things. Obedience is my primary objective."
The final part of each evening was "Tests of endurance, obedience and frustration"
These varied from girl to girl and night to night. Some examples are, standing on one leg for one hour then swapping legs for the other hour, with nipple clamps on. Throughout the ordeal Madame Shasa would come and go even giving a few cuts on the rump. It was very difficult to remain standing on one leg while receiving a caning. On a couple of occasions I was forced to hop to regain balance. This ensued with further cuts as punishment for moving.
She would deliberately tease us through our ordeals sometimes even going topless. We were forced to adore her. She loved to remind us that our Mistresses had the keys to our chastity belts. It was very difficult to be aroused so much yet be denied so forcibly. It made us frustrated little girls.
One night Karen had to stand in the bath in a ladies one piece swimming costume and have ice poured in. Madame Shasa put the ice down Kim�s back then moved from the outside of the costume down to around her arse cock and balls. She repeated the dose every half hour. Paula had to ride an exercise bike for the 2 hours and got many a flogging for not going hard enough.
One that was harder than it seems was as simple as having to hold your arms outstretched at shoulder height for two hours. The aching starts sooner than you think!
There were many other "tests of obedience, endurance and frustration.
Finally the first week came to and end. It was late Friday afternoon. Madame Linda sent us on our way an hour apart. We didn�t know where we were, we had no money, were dressed as schoolgirls and had to find our way home. We were sent with the warning we had to be back at our Mistresses by midnight.
It took me an hour to figure out where I was and then realised I was about 25km away. It took me over 6 hours to walk home, I sometimes took detours to avoid being seen. I received cat calls from passing cars at time and was a little frightened in some of the back streets. I took the occasional drink from any taps I passed. I arrived exhausted and looking a total mess. My clothes were torn and dirty my wig was askew and I was sweating profusely. As I finally walked to my front door I noticed a mote on the door. It read, "Cuckolds enter from rear"
I should have realised I was unworthy of the front door. When I reached the backdoor I was greeted by Sir David.
"I�ve got a message for you from your wife."
He walked over to the fridge and took a piece of paper off, that was hanging on a magnet. Sir David read "Chores for Barbara. Cook spaghetti bolognase for David and I, serve in Bedroom. Clean kitchen then get laundry started before reporting to me. Signed Your Mistress."
David then handed me the paper and said, "You better get going .Pause. Barbara!" He laughed in my face as he mocked me.
I was exhausted from the walk and the week at school, I was ready to crash. Admittedly I was starving and hoped I might get some food and that thought helped me to perservere. I had to defrost the mince but readily found the other ingredients. It wasn�t hard but took a while. I was able to clean up the kitchen as well, they were out of plates having let it build up over a week. About 40 minutes later it was ready. I carried the plates upstairs. I knocked.
I heard her voice for the first time.
I quickly placed the plates on the small table and knelt before her. "Can�t you read numbskull, I want the kitchen clean and the laundry started before you report to me, David will keep me entertained some more, so piss off."
She kicked me up the arse as I left. I noticed the key to my chastity belt on a chain around her neck, as she kicked me it swung out from her cleavage. A potent reminder of my inferior position but a glimmer of hope for some relief. I got into the chores.
It was 3AM when I was called in to report to her. Again I knelt before her with my nose to the ground as I had been trained. She began, "Well husband of mine, I hope you have learnt a thing or two over the last week and start to lift your game. I have spoken to Linda about your performance and she has given you a suspended pass. This means you have only just scraped through. You didn�t do enough to pass properly but you have avoided having to repeat week 1. She said your lack of enthusiasm was dissapointing. I needn�t say how dissapointed I am Barbara, and that�s what we�ll all call you now, Barbara. You are training to serve me, your most beloved wife, and I hear you have a lack of enthusiasm. We�re going to have to do something about this won�t we Barbara?"
"Yes Mistress" I agree.
"I was going to let you have a wank but Linda feels you don�t deserve it. Do you agree?"
What was I to say, I would die for some sexual relief yet would I be punished for the wrong answer? I took the risk and said, "No Mistress, I will do much better next week and I at least didn�t have to repeat. I am sure Madame Linda mistook my seriousness for a lack of enthusiasm. I really tried my best." I was pleading "How dare you disagree with a superior person! Surely you learnt that! I can�t believe it! Your not getting a wank till you pass and I am demanding you repeat week one for your insolence, so don�t expect a wank for a long while!"
I was then dragged into the toilet, ordered to lie on my stomach. They then handcuffed me with my arms around the base of the toilet. I was there till they awoke mid morning. They both interrupted myself to do a wee twice each. It was most humiliating.
It took 7 more weeks to complete the course as I failed three more weeks. I am better trained now and have avoided a lot of the more severe punishments.