Punishment Of A Cuckold Slave…

May the 23rd 2003 Standing in the centre of the large dungeon the slave is suspended by wrist cuffs to the suspension device suspended from the ceiling… The room is large but as there is just one powerful flood light illuminating the slave from above the rest of the room is filled with complete darkness giving a claustrophobic atmosphere… The slave is in his late forties and his nakedness displays a lack of tone… What must have been a good body once was now a little loose… A little flabby… The obvious signs of a male who had spent too many years behind a desk and not enough time in the gym… Heat from the floodlight above the slave's head was already causing the slave to sweat… Little rivulets of perspiration ran slowly down from his forehead, his neck and over his chest… The sinews of the slave's arms could be clearly seen, as they were pulled up hard above his head… The twenty-four inch spreader bar secured to the ankle cuffs around his legs meant that he was forced to balance on just the balls of his feet… Gritting his teeth with immense concentration as he tried desperately to stop the gentle sway of his body from side to side as the balls of his feet fought to grip the highly polished wooden floor properly… As the door opened and Mrs Smith, Lady Imogen and myself walked into the room the slaves head turned towards us forcing his entire body to twist a little towards us as he do so… The chain pulling his arms mercilessly above his head scraped loudly and it was quite amusing to watch him try to control his movement with just the balls of his feet slipping helplessly upon the highly polished floor… A cruel smile crept across my glossy red lips… I saw that it was the slave's eyes that moved towards us at first… Almost an involuntary movement… But as soon as he saw that all three of us were just wearing VERY sheer black silk seamed stockings, six-strap black lace suspender belts, spike heeled black patent court shoes and bras the slaves head almost jerked around to see better… Personally I enjoy dressing like this for proper punishment sessions… VERY high quality black stockings and no panties… So that the slaves eyes are constantly drawn to certain private areas that DEMAND permission to avoid further pain… All three of us perfectly trimmed and shaved smooth… Lady Imogen's bra, a handmade little black quarter cup creation… Designed to force her ample breasts out before her quite beautifully… Mrs Smith… Her classically designed black deep-plunge bra forcing her full round breasts into a sumptuous cleavage and allowing just the perfect amount of bounce and sway with the slightest possible movement… The little "V" shaped cutouts in the front of the sheer black lace allowing her simply ENORMOUS nipples to protrude out and on full display… Large round areolas and with the nipple standing out fully erect just over an inch long and tapered to the most perfect points… My own bra… One of my favourite little black half-cup riding bras… A perfect platform to display my jutting cleavage and again allowing a FULL view of my fully erect nipples… Just a hint of deep red lipstick at the base of my right nipple giving a hint of how we had teased each other in preparation as we got ourselves ready a few minutes earlier… The slaves eyes were now open wide… He looked quite comical as his face contorted with discomfort… Yet desire to feast his eyes upon us at ANY cost… Quite pathetic… Standing directly in front of the slave now I place my hands upon my hips and ask coldly: "Do you know why you are here slave?" The slave blew out between his pursed lips lightly so as to blow away a drip of perspiration running down over his nose… His eyes darted from side to side as he replied: "I wanted to take a greater role in my wife's hobbies…" Mrs Smith stepped forwards menacingly and slapped the slave around the face with such force that he cried out as the loud slap rang around the room… The balls of his feet struggling to grip the highly polished wooden floor once more as his head jerked around to the side… Just as the perfect imprint of her hand started to appear deep red on the side of the slave's cheek Mrs Smith shouted: "Who the HELL do you think you are addressing???" The slave remained silent… His lip trembled a little and as he gasped to catch his breath from the shock she continued in a cut glass voice: "Just so that you FULLY understand… The idea… The thought… The ACTUAL MOMENT of inflicting pain upon a useless… WORTHLESS little piece of dirt like you gives us a GREAT DEAL of excitement… Excitement that we mean to enjoy… So IF you want to avoid the full ferocity of our excitement you WILL show us the respect that we demand and you WILL address us in the correct manner!" The slaves eyes darted between us nervously…A cruel smile crept across Lady Imogen's lips now as she asked in a haughty voice: "You are married to Mrs Finch?" The slave quickly replied: "Yes… Yes Mistress… I mean… Yes Madame…" We all laughed cruelly as I asked: "Yes… Madame?" The slave's lip was still trembling as I continued in a quiet yet menacing voice: "Yes… MADAM will do today…" The slave nodded his head nervously but before allowing him to reply further I continued: "Let me guess… You have an 'understanding' relationship with your wife? You like to 'play' at home? But now you would like to play for REAL?" The slave nodded once more then replied: "Yes Madam…" Once more I laughed coldly before continuing: "And you asked if you could come along today and 'play' here?" The slave nodded once more… Lady Imogen laughed and said in a mocking tone: "But only the Ladies 'play' here… The slaves are here to serve us and please us as WE enjoy our perverted little pleasures…" As the slave's eyes darted back towards me I added: "Mrs Finch is a VERY good friend of ours and she has asked us if we would be so good as to entertain you ourselves today…" All three of us laughed aloud at this… Then Mrs Smith asked in her cut glass English voice: "Tell me slave… You know that your wife likes to play here?" The slave nodded nervously… "And you are aware that she… Mmmm… Enjoys a very broad range of special little interests?" The slave's eyes darted between us all once more before nodding again nervously… Mrs Smith continued once more: "Ah… So as well as being a personal slave to your Lady wife you are also a cuckold slave to her as well?" The slave's eyes moved down to the floor in front of him as he replied in almost a whisper: "Yes Madam…" Mrs Smith laughed coldly before continuing: "Yes… She likes to practice the pleasures of the whip… And the crop… Many of the stable boys here beg to be allowed to serve her… And of course when there is a sex slave available she likes to 'fuck'…." As Mrs Smith spoke the word 'F U C K' in her cut glass English accent to such beautiful effect the slave's eyes moved back down to the floor in shame once more… Speaking in a cruel mocking voice I asked the slave: "And this excites you slave?" The slave nodded and then replied very quietly: "Yes Madam… I feel that my Lady wife has the right and the need to seek pleasures of the flesh as and when she desires…" Mockingly in a cold voice I asked once more: "BUT… I asked if this excites you slave?" The slave replied: "Yes Madam… This excites me…" Lady Imogen laughed cruelly and added: "I can assure you that your Lady wife takes a GREAT deal of pleasure here slave…" I looked down between the slaves helplessly secured legs and mocked: "And we can all sympathise with her need to look elsewhere for her little pleasures…" Lady Imogen and Mrs Smith laughed aloud at my remark… Then Mrs Smith added: "I am sure that you were thinking that your wife was going to be here with you right now… A nice little private moment as you were shown the pleasures of the stables… Oh dear slave… I think that you are in for a little surprise…" Placing her hand firmly under the slaves chin and then pulling his head around to look at her Lady Imogen spoke with a wicked tone of amusement in her voice: "Your wife has a long standing appointment with one of my special cock slaves today… So I am afraid that she is going to be VERY busy for the next couple of hours…" Her eyes moved slowly up and down the slaves helpless body and all of the time her grip on the slaves chin forced him to watch her… Forced to be aware of her thoughts and feelings as her eyes glided over his complete and utter nakedness… Then she continued: "She is back from her ride now and I am sure that she is in the shower getting ready… I sent one of the younger stable boys into the changing rooms with a towel… She that he can towel her firm body dry…" Lady Imogen's eyes now pierced into the slaves as she continued: "A little reward for pleasing me… The stable boy made a beautiful job of polishing my best riding boots earlier… Such a beautiful DEEP shine… Such an obvious amount of effort put into the task… I have seen how your wife's beautifully toned body excites this particular stable boy so I have allowed him to assist her in the shower as a little reward…" The slaves face reddened a little as I continued: "I wonder if your wife will allow him to dry her firm jutting breasts? Or perhaps she will allow him to kneel before her and dry her perfectly shaved vagina with his tongue?" Mrs Smith laughed and added: "Although I am sure that she will be in too much of a hurry to make use of the sex slave to be playing with the stable boy for too long… Perhaps just long enough to amuse herself with the knowledge that he will be forced to masturbate later to relieve his burning frustration… She will already be licking her lips at the thought of making use of the sex slaves beautifully sculpted cock… So big and so thick… And so PERFECTLY trained to see to a Ladies requirement…" I could see that the slave mind was now churning with the words that had just been spoken to him… Just the slightest of twitches from his miserably shrivelled little cock showed me that Mrs Smiths perfectly describing words were beginning to have an effect… I asked cruelly: "Have you even had the pleasure of watching your beautiful Lady wife enjoying a cock slave before?" The slave nodded his head once then replied nervously: "Yes Madam… Just once Madam…" Then I laughed coldly and continued: "Well… Perhaps one day you will get the ultimate pleasure of witnessing your beautiful Lady wife's little pleasures again… But for now there is more pressing needs… The NEED to inflict quite beautiful pain to your disgusting body!"