Part 9: Retribution
I opened the door to Lucy’s bedroom and entered carrying a tray with two cups of steaming, fresh coffee. I placed the tray on the dresser beside Lucy’s bed. She stirred and opened her eyes, she smiled sleepily and pushed herself up into a sitting position. She stretched her arms up and yawned, the sheet fell to her waist and I stared longingly at her perfect breasts. She made no move to cover herself as I handed her a cup from the tray. She sipped the coffee, I crossed to the window and opened the blinds, allowing bright sunlight to flood the room. A groan came from the bed and I saw Barry squinting against the light as he awoke. Lucy leant down and kissed him “good morning sleepy head,” she said.
Barry struggled to sit up, he held out his hand and I dutifully passed him his coffee. He sipped “Ahh , that’s good,” he declared, he placed his cup on the bedside table, then turned to Lucy, he kissed her cheek as his hand cupped her breast. He looked at me and grinned. He knew how much it still hurt me to see him sharing my wife’s bed.
Trying to ignore his mocking smile, I went into the en-suite bathroom and fetched two large fluffy towels and hung them on the rail to warm up. Next I turned on the shower so it would be the correct temperature when Lucy used it. A few seconds later she entered the room naked, she drank the last of her coffee and handed the cup to me. She stepped into the shower, before she slid the door closed Barry joined her. I went back to the bedroom and started to straighten the bed and collect any discarded clothing, all the time trying to block out the squeals and giggles coming from the shower.
I laid out Lucy’s clothes for her, then did the same for Barry. His clothes now filled the wardrobe that once held mine, Lucy had had me bag up most of my possessions to be sent to the local charity shop. I now waited until they emerged from the shower. Lucy was first and I wrapped her in the warm towel. As she stood, I lovingly dried her. She pulled the towel around herself and tucked it together above her breasts. She went to the bedroom to dress as Barry stepped from the shower. He sported an erection and gloried in my humiliation as I was forced to dry him. This was not a new experience for me, but I would never get used to towelling the body of the man who had cuckolded me.
Barry didn’t stay here every night, but when he did he always enjoyed showing the power he had over me.
I had dried his body and was on my knees tending to his legs and feet. As I finished he turned his back to me, I knew what this signified. Each morning Barry would have me serve him in particular ways: I may have to suck his cock, lick his feet or something equally degrading. Today I planted kiss after kiss on his ass, telling him all the time how lucky Lucy was to have a real man at last and how jealous I was of her, how I wished he would fuck me as he did Lucy.
I was finally dismissed when he just walked away to get dressed. I was left on my knees, just one more shameful episode finished. I climbed to my feet and went to prepare breakfast.
Lucy and Barry were joined by Lynn and Amy as I served the four of them, I ate alone in the kitchen. I cleared the dining table and tidied the kitchen, by the time I had finished, Lucy, Barry and Amy had left for work. I then set about my daily chores. Lynn did whatever Lynn does. I saw her occasionally, namely when she decided to torment me. I had long since known that Lynn had a sadistic streak and there weren’t many times when I would be free of bondage or some sort of torment or hindrance while I worked. Today she had pushed a pair of her panties into my mouth, telling me to hold them there until told otherwise. She had also clamped my nipples. This was the sort of routine I had come to know, serving my owners, doing chores and accepting anything they wanted to do to me. I had been a slave now for a month and most days were very much the same. Lucy and her friends enjoyed themselves, they socialised and entertained, they took trips and visited.
I stayed home and served.
I had been out of the house only twice since my slavery began a month ago. Both times I was taken by Lucy to Stephen’s house. The first time was an evening visit. Stephen had company: two couples, all of them in their mid forties. Although they obviously knew of my situation they seemed to be somewhat inhibited, causing the atmosphere to be a little stilted. Stephen tried to make his guests feel more comfortable. Eventually, Constance, the younger of the two women, asked me whether I was a slave to my wife willingly, “Tell her John. Tell her the truth,” Lucy ordered.
I took a few seconds to compose my answer, “I love my wife. I’ll do anything for her, I only want to see her happy. She wants me as her slave and I am happy and willing to be so,” I looked at each person in the room, hoping I had said the correct thing. I knew if I hadn’t, Lucy or Stephen would relish punishing me.
The four guests slowly became less nervous and began giving me commands, treating me like a servant. This was progress for them but not enough for Stephens liking. He surreptitiously whispered something to Lucy, she passed the message on to me and following her command I had an `accident`, spilling wine while serving Constance.
“John, you useless lump, clean it up,” Lucy said harshly. I hurried to fetch a cloth.
“Would you like to punish him?” Lucy asked Constance, embarrassed to by singled out, she shook her head no, “it’ll be alright. It was an accident,” she answered.
“Well if you don’t, I’ll have to. He needs to learn that nothing less than perfect is acceptable,” Lucy told her.
“I’ll do it, I’ll punish him. Can I spank him?” Blair piped up. All heads turned to her. She was a small woman: no more than five feet tall, she was also very plain and dowdy looking with a receding chin and frizzy greying hair.
She was flushed and clearly excited at the prospect of administering my punishment.
Lucy smiled and told me to fetch the paddle that she had brought with her.
Within a few minutes I was laying face down over the tiny woman’s knees, my naked ass ready to receive twenty blows from Lucy’s wooden paddle. Lucy instructed Blair as to the most effective way to strike, then with five pairs of eyes watching, she spanked me.
The first couple blows were half hearted, but as Blair’s confidence grew so did the power of her arm. It was not as painful as the spankings I regularly received from Lucy and Lyn, but still the hot burning sensation grew until I was crying out and struggling to hold back my tears.
After the spanking all inhibitions were lost and I spent the remaining three hours as a plaything. The two women seemed to be in competition with one another as to who could humiliate or hurt me more. Even so, their best efforts still fell short of a lot of things I had endured over the past year. The two men weren’t so enthusiastic, they seemed to hold me in contempt and were happy to watch their wives enjoy themselves. I wondered whether they were concerned they might find themselves in my position, now that their spouses had been given a taste of dominating a male.
All in all it seemed that the evening was a success. Both couples left happy, and I suspect, aroused. Though, despite the opportunity available, none of them had forced themselves on me sexually. I guessed there would be some panting and sweating in two particular bedrooms that night.
Lucy was, as always, eager for sex. For the first time I witnessed her sucking Stephen’s cock. She told him she would prefer some privacy but Stephen insisted I stay. He enjoyed humiliating her and wanted me to see him do so. I wanted to cry for her.
She defused her temper by having me travel home in the trunk of her car, then by tying me severely and thrashing me to tears with her belt. She grabbed a dildo from the table in my basement room, “Barry’s not here tonight, I suppose I’ll have to be satisfied with this,” she declared, waving the dildo. She left me hogtied on the bed, in terrible pain and with no hope of release or sleep that night.
Under a week later I was again taken to Stephen’s, this time Lucy didn’t stay, but left me in Stephen’s charge for the two days of the weekend. I must have made an impression on my last visit as Blair and Constance were there, this time without their respective spouses. It wasn’t long before both women were taking full advantage of having a target for their cruel desires. I was beaten on all parts of my body and tied in every bizarre position they could imagine.
It was only inevitable that one of them would want me to satisfy them sexually: around mid afternoon Blair sat on my face, forcing me to lick her ass and pussy as she did her best to crush my balls with her small hands. She did this for around thirty to forty minutes. I thought I would suffocate a couple of times as I brought her to at least three orgasms. When she eventually climbed off me I was in tears, begging her for mercy. My balls ached so badly and felt as large as coconuts.
Constance, after watching Blair satisfy herself, tied a rope around my neck and had me crawl on all fours as she rode on my back, whipping me with every step I took. She too sat on my face until she was completely fulfilled. Both women were extremely cruel. There was no teasing or finesse in their treatment of me. It was just a desire to inflict pain and humiliation. Maybe they hated men or their husbands and wanted to take it out on me? I didn’t know, but I knew I certainly hated them.
Stephen had taken no part in my abuse, he seemed content to observe. But once the ladies had left he had me suck his cock, he made me take my time as he instructed me in all the skills he claimed to have shown Lucy. I did all that he told me and received his sperm with his penis buried deep in the back of my throat.
Once satisfied, he at last allowed me to eat. I ate from a dog bowl on the kitchen floor, he then led me by my rope leash to the garage, where, true to his word he had installed a small cage. It was no more than four feet in any dimension, I curled into a ball to fit inside. Stephen closed and locked the cage, he turned the lights off and I was left alone for the night.
I was startled from sleep by Stephen rattling the dog bowl across the bars of the cage. I blearily opened my eyes to light streaming through the garage window. I crawled from the cage and with the rope still hanging from my neck. I prepared Stephen’s breakfast. I ate from the bowl on the floor, kneeling at his feet. I cleaned the kitchen after Stephen had finished eating, then I was left to sit in the garage to rest as Stephen read the morning papers. I actually felt grateful to him for this small comfort. I stupidly hoped I was going to have an easy day.
Around noon Stephen entered the garage followed closely by Constance. I groaned inwardly. She had an evil grin on her face, I knew I was in for a torrid afternoon.
“I want his chastity belt removed. I want access to his cock,” she told Stephen. He spread his hands and shrugged in apology, “I’m sorry my dear, Lucy is the key holder, and I have it from her own mouth that his cage is now a permanent fixture. You, of course, have access to the rest of his body, to use in any way you desire. You are limited only by your own imagination,” he explained.
Constance didn’t look happy but must have realised there was little she could do about it. As I have often found, when something happens that somebody doesn’t like, I am an easy target to take the blame. So it was that I spent the afternoon once again being abused by this older woman. Constance left with a plea to Stephen that she be permitted to use me again.
I was left laying on the floor thoroughly beaten and humiliated.
I was on my kneels with Stephen’s penis lodged deep in my throat when the doorbell rang. I lifted my head and he told me to ignore it. I shut out the impatient ringing and resumed my slavish attention to his erection, my only thought at that moment was to please him. I was kept busy sucking for the next ten minutes until Stephen climaxed. At last, he sent me to answer the door.
Lucy was angry to be kept waiting, of course, she too, blamed me, and promised me a stiff punishment when we reached home.
All other times I was kept inside Lucy’s house. I served as her slave and when I wasn’t required I was locked in the basement, oftentimes chained or tied in some way. She had even ordered a cage similar to Stephens for me.
Now, as I worked, sucking air through my nose and Lynn’s panties, I was taken by surprise on this, up to now quite normal day, when Lucy and Amy both returned home from work after only three hours out of the house. Both were crying and clearly distressed. I was naturally interested but kept on working. The affairs of my owners were not my concern.
Even so, I couldn’t stop myself from eavesdropping. What I heard had me nervous and worried.
“Oh God Lynn, it’s terrible. Something’s happened, I don’t know. The firm’s closed. The police took Barry away. Something terrible is going on,” Lucy was saying. She was crying as Lynn held her.
I was scared. I realised I was the only one who knew what had really happened. I had lived for the past month worrying about, and a little regretful of what I had done.
The day I had found Lucy’s computer, I had been angry and didn’t know what I should do, but as I lay chained to my bed that night a plan began to form in my mind. I decided to execute my plan. But once put into action, I became more and more nervous. What if my scheme didn’t work? What if I was discovered? If I was, I knew my life would be unbearable. My plan was aimed on freeing me and keeping Lucy safe, what if she suffered because of me? There was so much that could go wrong. I was starting to feel sick. “why had I done it? Why didn’t I just accept things as they were?” but it was too late now, I was committed to a course of action, an action that I was increasingly doubtful would work.
My plan had obviously taken effect, whether successful or not remained to be seen. But either way it was time, I now had to confront Lucy, to tell her all that I had done. I didn’t know if I had the strength. I had been so beaten, so subjugated, a large part of me really did believe that I was an inferior person.
I saw Lucy disappear up the stairs, I checked the lounge to see Lynn leading a sobbing Amy out to the annex. There was nobody to watch over me, it was now or never.
I followed Lucy, I could hear her crying and talking to herself as I approached her room.
She was sitting on the bed, I walked over and sat beside her. I placed my arm around her shoulders and she let her head rest on my chest “Oh John, what’s happened?” she said. She then suddenly realised who she was speaking to, she sat up quickly and glared at me “what are you doing? Get back to work right now”.
“Its over Lucy. It was me, I did it” I started to explain but she interrupted me, almost shouting, “Who do you think you’re talking to? Get back to work now. I have things to attend to. I’ll deal with you later”.
“No Luce, you have to listen. It’s over, all over,” her hand flashed out, stinging my cheek. She drew back to slap me again, I grabbed her wrist. She struggled but I held firm. She tried to use her other hand but I was too quick. She fought me, warning me “Let me go. What the hell do you think you’re doing? You’ll suffer for this. LET ME THE FUCK GO,” she was screaming now, spittle flying from her mouth. I grabbed her shoulders, pulling her into me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight, “Stop it Luce. Calm down. Its all over, just listen to me, please,” I spoke softly into her ear, gradually she stopped her struggles. She finally collapsed against me and sobbed.
I began to explain what I had done.
She could either decide that she wanted nothing more to do with me or she would accept the new me. But at least she listened as I told my story.
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I thought about my plan long into the night. I had hidden the laptop in the pool house, knowing Lynn never went in there and I could retrieve it before I left to go to work in the morning. It was to my advantage that I was no longer allowed to use the front door. The night seemed longer, probably because I had something to look forward to for the first time in nine months. Nine months of being downtrodden and secretly prepared to become a slave to my own wife and who knows who else.
As expected, Lynn had spent most of the evening punishing and admonishing me, mostly for imagined faults on my behalf. She left me at ten o’clock, chained to my bed in the basement with a gag in my mouth and a throbbing ass and back, courtesy of her crop. She released me the next morning and virtually threw me out of the back door ordering me to work, telling me what a useless waste of space I was and that Lucy deserved so much more. I dutifully agreed with her and promised I would try harder to be worthy of the efforts all of them were making on my behalf.
I discovered that the worst thing about my job was also the best. I was the lowest of the low, even the toilet cleaners were above me. I was a nobody, but the thing about being a complete nobody was that everybody else ignored me. I could go anywhere in the building and be virtually invisible. Whenever I spoke to anybody I was forgotten five seconds later. Another good thing about my job was the fact that apart from Stephen, I was the only person in the company who had access to all the files. I doubted that anybody in the firm would think that I would know one file from the next, but they also didn’t know what power I suddenly had.
It took a great effort. I had to do my job, play the budding slave and complete my duties at home and then find the time to set my scheme in motion. But after a lot of work with the files and with Lucy’s computer logged into the company network I had everything in place just a couple days before Lucy was due to come home.
I had had a few nervy moments: using Lucy’s office, accessing confidential documents and once even using Stephens computer while he was at lunch. I worried about surveillance cameras, but after some investigating I discovered that there was only one camera, it was set up in my room on Lucy’s instructions, and removed the day after my episode with Amy. Now everything was ready. I had a feeling of pride knowing I wasn’t as useless as I had been led to believe, I could still show the best of them how to massage figures and run a campaign. Now I was in a position to set it all off. I had an anonymous email ready, addressed to the relevant authorities, with a few sample documents attached. All I needed to do now was press send and wait for things to take their course.
In the meantime I managed to replace Lucy’s computer and continue my life of drudgery. Lucy arrived home and explained how I was to be her slave. I think I did a convincing job of pretending to be ignorant when she announced her intentions.
As the time passed and nothing appeared to be happening regarding my plans, I became convinced I had failed. I also sank deeper into my role as a slave. I started to accept that it was my destiny, that I was truly meant to spend my life serving others. I also lived in fear, if my plan had failed, it was only a matter of time before somebody discovered the altered accounts and all the other things I had prepared. When that happened I didn’t know what would happen to me and I didn’t want to think about it. I knew there was nothing I could do to change things now, but it didn’t stop me worrying
When Lucy had entered the house to find me on my knees for her, She had ignored me as she greeted Lynn and Amy. I pretended to be surprised at her tan and be crestfallen at her dismissive treatment of me. That weekend turned into a blur of pain and humiliation as the three women intensified my training, I actually became concerned that Lucy had in fact discovered my plan. Partly in hope and partly in fear I acted the complete submissive. But minute by minute and with each new torment I felt myself descending into true slavery. I don’t know how, but I made it through my weekend from hell.
From there I officially became a slave to my wife. I hated everything about it, but increasingly I became convinced that it was meant to be, the fact that I now thought that my escape plan had failed only compounded my belief that I was destined to a life of slavery. I had all but accepted my fate when the balloon went up so to speak. I discovered later, that when Lucy, Barry and Amy had arrived at work, the first thing they noticed was the different security personnel at reception. Two men in gray suits asked their names and checked them on the screen of a desktop computer. Amy was told that the offices were closed until further notice and to go home and somebody would contact her. Lucy and Barry on the other hand, were told to report to the conference room.
Two hours later Lucy arrived home in tears.
Barry was kept there.
Ten months later.
I’m relaxing on a sun bed by the pool. I swallow the last of my beer and raise my glass in the air. Amy shuffles across the patio to me. I watch her, appreciating the way her breasts jiggle and almost overflow from the top of her sexy little maids dress. She takes my glass and I smile at her. She is unable to smile back due to the large rubber ball gag strapped tightly into her mouth. As she turns and walks to the kitchen to get me another beer, I admire her ass, her skirt is so short and tight, the bottom of her ass cheeks are showing. She is also wearing stockings and five inch heels. Her arms are tied loosely at the elbows behind her back and her hands are cuffed in front. She can move her hands, but only a small amount. She also walks in small steps due to the short chain hobbling her ankles.
I wish I could take the credit for her appearance but I can’t.
She obeys my orders as a good maid should, but she does it out of choice and also because her Mistress wishes her to. Amy and Lynn still live in the annex, they are lovers but Amy is virtually owned by Lynn and lives as her slave.
Amy returns with my new beer and I can hear Lynn singing in the house as she does the chores that she was originally hired for. I rehired Lynn and Amy on inflated salaries to run my house. I had no grievance with them as I considered that they were used, like me, by Lucy and Stephen.
I pick up my newspaper from the small table at my side and read the article again, savouring the words. Barry was found guilty yesterday of a total number of eight crimes involving the embezzlement of just about all the funds of Stephens company. Seven years in prison seems fair to me for fucking my wife and trying to condemn me to a life of slavery. I suppose he will probably be out in three. Of course, he would have been dealt with more leniently had he told the authorities what he had done with the money. I almost felt sorry for him.
He must be as confused as anybody as to where the money is. But it so happens that I’m the only one who knows the numbers and passwords to the secret bank accounts that make me a millionaire. I also wonder, with amusement, if he will be able to keep ahead of the Italians when he is released. Their involvement turned out to be a bonus I hadn’t expected.
Claude paid Lucy and I a visit some time ago with three “lawyers” as he called them.
It turned out that an awful lot of the missing money belonged to him. He questioned Lucy and she realised that he wasn’t quite the gentleman she had thought he was. At length she had managed to convince him that she had nothing to do with what had happened and we both felt a huge relief when they left. I must admit that Claude frightened me. Although we were clean in his eyes Claude couldn’t resist letting me know what Lucy had done on the occasions she was with them.
We may have been in the clear with the Italians, but it transpired that Stephen was in way over his head. He may have lost the company and all the money he had invested, but try as I might I could find no way to separate him from his personal fortune. But it turned out that if Claude couldn’t retrieve his money from what was left of the company, he knew ways to persuade Stephen to pay up. I heard through the grapevine that Stephen had had to sell his house and all of his cars to pay Claude and Tony the substantial compensation they demanded for what had happened to their investments.
I suspected that not everything they did was above board. But what the hell, if I couldn’t get him, I was just glad someone else did. I was just happy that the two people I hated most in the world were now suffering.
So all in all I felt good. Life was good. Barry was in prison. Stephen was ruined and Lynn and Amy were serving me. And I had more money than I knew what to do with. I looked at my watch. I realised it was time to serve Lucy her lunch.
So what about Lucy?
I had talked with Lucy and told her what I wanted. I gave her a choice. She could have a divorce, but with the evidence I had of her adultery and what she planned for me, she would end up penniless and homeless. Maybe she could share Stephen’s rented flat I told her spitefully. I also, as a backup, had kept some documents implicating her in Barry’s crime, just in case she tried to inform the authorities of what I had done, Or she could agree to my proposal.
She told me she didn’t want a divorce. She convinced me that she still loved me and would do anything to make amends. I believed her, I had to, I loved her and wanted her to stay. I had her tell me everything she had done. I hadn’t realised, and was genuinely shocked by the extent of her actions. I considered seriously what she had disclosed for some days.
After a lot of thought, I told her I forgave her everything, but, I also told her she had to pay a price for her actions. She cried in relief, she said she would do anything I wanted her to do. I thought back to how I had said those exact words to her. I then told her what was going to happen.
I opened the door to see my wife sitting on the bed in the basement. She smiled warmly at me and stood up. She couldn’t approach me as she was chained by her collar to the wall. She was naked, she had been naked and chained in this room for ten months.
“Barry got seven years,” I told her.
“Poor Barry, his only fault was to fall in love with me,“ she said. I shrugged “he deserves it,” I said as I put her lunch tray down on the table.
“Its now ten months. You only have two more to go,” I informed her.
“It’ll be nice to see daylight again,” she said, sitting down on the bed. She took my hand in both of hers and looked up at me.
That is what we had agreed. She would stay in this basement, that she had prepared for me, and she would be my prisoner for one year. I unzipped my shorts and let them drop to the floor. Lucy looked at my cock and smiled. I dropped to my knees before her.
“Please ma,am may I cum?” I asked her.
Lucy lifted the thin chain from around her neck and used the key attached to release my cock cage.
She spread her knees apart.
“You can cum only after you have licked me,” she said.
I leaned forward and lovingly began to eat her pussy as I stroked my cock. I was careful not to rub too fast. knowing Lucy would want to watch me masturbate to orgasm before she again locked me into the cock cage.
Lucy was forcing her pussy onto my eager mouth. Only two more months left to go, then our lives would return to normal. Or at least as normal as we would ever be. Lucy would again be mistress of the house and I once more her slave, but this time I would be so willingly. After all the secrets and subterfuge to turn me into a slave, she cried as I told her.
“Lucy I love you, if you really want me to be your slave, just ask”.
The end.
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