Tales From The Natural Order

My Replacement - Part 14

It is ten years since the wonderful life-changing holiday in Crete that transformed me, my Wife Susan's life, and that of my two children Tom and Jenni. Even today I can smell the sea, taste the Karavitakis wine that I imbibed as I had gazed in awe at the moonlit ocean, while listening to Susan and Raoul having wild sex in the suite next door. I had loved everything that had happened and, even now, I relish the memory of all that had converted me from boring husband to feminized cuckold.

... I gazed in awe ...

While the holiday had been an adventure in exploring my sexuality, for Susan it had proved to be a stroke of good fortune to meet and be seduced by Raoul, even though we had agreed months earlier that she could find a ‘bed replacement' for me. However all such escapades must come to an end and the return to England should bring a return to the status quo. But the pre holiday ‘normal’ was gone forever, because Susan's date with Raoul four nights after our return heralded the new ‘normal' in our marriage. She had left me that evening to go to Raoul and spend the night with him at his house in Westerham, leaving me standing in the room alone in my pretty white lingerie. 

I was used to the very idea of my lovely Wife having an intimate relationship with Raoul and we had both bought into the concept that is known as the ‘Natural Order'. It was a way of n concept that for years had grown exponentially among young (or not so young) married couples that the pretty Wife should deserve more than her ‘little' husband could offer in the marriage bed, hence the increasing number of those couples who now live a life of being ‘Owned' by a superior Black Master. It was never talked about in Press or Mainstream Media (MSM) but it was real, increasing and my Wife and I had enthusiastically joined. Susan, of course, had previous experience of being owned (at university) whereas I had embraced our new way in those few days in Crete. 

It had been the moment that Clare (Raoul's brother's Mistress) had informed me that her husband liked to wear similar underwear to her every day that had prompted me to experiment with feminization myself. The very first time that I had donned the same lingerie as Susan, I knew that I had found something that I had missed in my life. Like most men I had developed a persona over the years that just wasn't me; I was not an ‘Alpha Male’ like Raoul or Marcus – I knew I was something else, but couldn't define what it was until the moment I had put on a pair of Susan's panties. And Susan would later confirm that she had waited years for this particular realisation in my mind, and her heart had leapt for joy at my request to wear the same underwear as her. And it would be true to say that our love for each other has become even more so than before Crete.

... something I had missed in my life.

Raoul brought Susan back to our home in Tunbridge Wells on the Thursday afternoon and it was immediately obvious to me that they were now deeply enamoured with each other. I was not surprised at Susan's growing love for the big Black Man she now referred to as ‘Master'; he was strong, big, intelligent, well-hung, and she had just spent the night and much of the morning in bliss with his big dark member powering into her soft warm body. The desire for her Lover was reflected in her eyes that shone with yearning for him to possess her both carnally and emotionally. 

Raoul's demeanour was different from that on our holiday. Gone was the over confident and slightly cynical Black Man who had seduced my Wife in that lovely hotel but in his place was one who had finally realised just what he had taken on. Susan was not one of his auctioned Mistresses that he had purchased for six months or a year and then send her back to her husband with his baby growing inside her, or one of the pretty concubines from the ‘White Mistress Order' who happily provide nights of pleasure for Black Masters at their husband’s financial, and presumably emotional, expense.

...his auctioned Mistresses ...

My lovely Wife had a husband and children she loved, commitments, and a comfortable life. I had told Raoul this one day while we chatted on our sunbeds in Crete but I could see that it was only now that he had finally realised just how lucky he had been to meet and fall in love with this ‘Complete Woman’. He now knew that the Lady who shared his bed was not only a good lay, but a warm and wonderful companion. My big Black friend was in love with my Wife, and I couldn't blame him. 

“You know that I'm not going away,” Raoul said, as Susan had left us alone to go upstairs to change. “Not now, or any time soon!” 

“Master, I have known this since the first time I saw you with Susan,” I replied as I shifted uncomfortably in my seat due to the lace panties I was wearing scratching against my bottom. 

“But it's now time to think about you cuckold.” 

“Me Master?” 

“Susan has arranged for the kids to stay with their Grandmother on Friday night so I can spend the night here,” he said as Susan re-entered the room. 

“In our marriage bed?” I asked – already knowing what the answer would be. 

“Of course, silly,” Susan chirped up as she sat down on Raoul's lap. 

“Okay!” I replied – but I had a question. “And will I be attending your night in our bed?” 

Raoul smiled at this and responded with the words that completed my transition to sissy cuckold, “What you did for Marcus and Clare, you can do for us. How does that sound cuckold?” 

“Perfect Master.” 

The kids had been despatched to Susan's parents by late afternoon on the Friday. So it was with a sensation of building excitement at seven o'clock that evening saw Susan and I sat together on our bed pulling matching black ‘hold-up' stockings and panties up our legs after warm showers and reapplication of the razor to our private parts. 

As we sat together in a companionable silence in our bedroom we both understood that we were opening up new and untested waters for the future of our marriage. Neither of us wanted to speak and break the sensual mood that hung in the air between us; this was because we both understood that we were preparing for two different activities. Susan was preparing to be her Master's pleasure Mistress for the night and me, as her husband, was readying myself for a night of sexual enslavement to add that erotic frisson to my own Wife's sexual abandonment to Raoul. 

We were both calm and ready for the night ahead, but the silence was broken by Susan when she turned to me and said, “take the chain off Dear and hook it onto your little cage.” 

“Yes Mistress,” I replied as I pulled the waist band of my panties down and unclipped the figure of eight chain from where the small loop was located alongside the scrotum ring of my penis cage; which was then followed by the large (slave) loop from around my waist. This glittering length of delicate links served a dual purpose of being a daily reminder of my enslavement and cuckolding and, when the situation allowed, a chain to attach to my cage that could be used to demonstrate my total submissive nature. It had been a gift from Clare that I treasured for what it represented. It took little time to finish my preparations so I waited with baited breath for what was to happen next. And it was Susan who took command of her slave. 

“Cuckold,” she said, with a firmness in her voice that I had rarely experienced before that night, “our Master will be here in a minute and tonight is especially for your progression. In the future you will be expected to serve us drinks and maybe a light meal before we retire upstairs to bed, but for this evening I want you to stay here and wait for us to join you here in the bedroom.” 

“I understand,” I said, conscious that the success of the evening was now my responsibility. “And I won't let you down. I've been looking forward to tonight Mistress.” 

“Me too,” she replied, as she slipped a tiny black dress over her head and left the room, but not without a mischievous conspiratorial grin at me as she shut the door. 

Susan had not told me that I could move, so I stood obediently in the room in silent submissive anticipation of the night ahead. My chain was now secured onto my penis cage and I had the loose end in my hand, ready to give it to whoever wanted to lead me around the bedroom by tugging on my private parts.

... ready to give it to whoever wanted to lead me ...

I heard Susan's excited squeal first as Raoul opened our front door with his key and swept up his Mistress into his arms. The general murmur of chatter, most of which I could just about discern, followed as the two Lover’s discussed the night ahead and, I guessed, me. Gradually, the conversation grew louder as my Wife and our Master climbed the stairs. 

“We're in here,” Susan said as the bedroom door swung open to reveal the loving couple who immediately both looked critically in my direction. “And our cuckold is ready,” she continued after a brief inspection of my appearance. 

“Well turned out again I see,” Master commented as he eyed my hold up stockings, panties tucked underneath my cage, and chain that I held out in front of me. 

Susan took a hold of the chain before I could reply and with just a moderate tug, had me tottering across the floor to stand before Master. It had been a warm summer's day so he had come to our house in just chino shorts, silk shirt, and brown leather loafers – no socks; and I couldn't help wondering if his lightness of dressing was deliberate. I didn't need to speculate on how little she had on underneath her little dress however – I already knew she was nearly naked, Master, of course, discovered this pleasant fact the very moment that she pulled the black material quickly over head again to stand next to me. We were two semi nude gentle loving spirits to be enjoyed in any way he would choose, and the smile on his face told me he knew it. 

“Undress your Master!” It was an order from Susan that required immediate action. My fingers no longer trembled nervously, as they initially had in Crete, when I unbuttoned the thin material of his shirt and I was grateful that he just shrugged it off to allow it to float to the floor. Quickly I knelt before the enormous Black Man who had taken over my life and helped him step out of his loafers and then fastened my attention on the zipper and fastener to his shorts. 

I knew that Raoul had a sizeable ‘package' and I had gained a good impression of the size of his manhood the night he had lifted my Wife up and had impaled her on his hardness; it had been dark on the balcony but I had been left in no doubt that he was a ‘big' man. Nevertheless, what flicked upwards and hit me on the chin as his shorts fell to the floor was a shock – it was very, very impressive.

- it was very, very impressive.

Marcus's member had been big and beautifully formed, but it had seemed a benign organ that did not reflect the severe and hard exterior that he presented to the world, even though I had seen the softer side of him and knew better. Raoul on the other hand was a friendly and erudite man who had been blessed with a manhood that appeared to have been chiselled from dark volcanic rock. It’s veins stood out like giant worms that meandered up and down its long flaccid length. It was thick, so damned thick that when I wrapped my little white hand around it, the tips of my fingers just barely touch the tip of my thumb. It was a big ugly beast, but all of that silly frightened emotion vanished the moment I leaned forward to place a tender kiss on the tip of its massive head. 

Susan's gasp as I had planted my lips softly on Master's glans told me that she had not thought through the reality of what I would do when the three of us were together. She had been surprised at seeing her husband become sexually intimate with her Master so readily, but she hadn't seen anything yet. 

She was silent as I went to work on that large, but no longer flaccid, member that was starting to fill and raise up from his muscular thighs to take up an angle away from his legs. It was if the beast was coming out to meet me and was asking for more of my lips, tongue, and gentle stroking soft hands. And being the submissive cuckold I am, I was more than happy to oblige. 

There was no relenting in my efforts to bring Master's manhood to its phallic magnificence. The warmth of his skin was a delight on my tongue as I licked the underside of his cock causing it to rise inevitably upwards. Equally pleasurable was the very action of stretching open my jaws in order to take his organ into my mouth and nestle the large round head in against the soft wet flesh of my tonsils. 

As my tongue sensed the first salty taste of Master's seminal lubricating fluid I faintly heard Susan say, “Oh my God! He's loving this.” 

She was correct. I was enjoying every second of fellating that brute of a dark brown organ that was now standing at forty five degrees from the vertical. The heat of his member on my lips, tongue and throat were giving me such an emotional rush that I was unaware of all that was around me. My focus was entirely on pleasing him and bringing it to its full power and size. 

Like the virile and fit man that he is, he was soon fully erect and ready for the real purpose of the night – to slide his member into Susan's vagina and exercise his carnal rights over my Wife. To merge their bodies into one in the ecstasy of mating while her husband stood in total, albeit willing, capitulation of his manliness and watch silently as she was taken. 

Susan had removed her panties and was lying naked on the bed with her legs apart by the time Master was ready. Her eyes were smoky with desire, her lips were shiny from licking in anticipation of his penetration, and she had planted her feet on the bed to raise the lower part of her body to meet his tumescent rod. Her deep yearning for him was something I realised was a deep hunger that, as her husband, I had failed miserably to fulfil over the ten years of our marriage. 

With one hand Susan reached down to her crotch and, using her fingers, she parted the lips of her labia; and with her other hand she reached out to take a hold of his big dark rod and guide his glans, still shiny from my salivation, directly down to her vaginal entrance. It was a wanton demonstration of just how physical their relationship now was. She was effectively telling him that she is now his to have whenever he wants, that he now ‘owns' her. More than that – she was telling him that he now ‘owns' us. 

Quite how that large head of his cock entered Susan's dainty vagina without causing her pain or discomfort I shall never know. As he pushed slowly his glans stopped moving for a tiny moment before popping into her wet and welcoming tunnel. Her brow furrowed for a second just before he entered her, but this was closely followed by a beatific smile and then a long loud groan as his member slid deep into her body. And I knelt by the bed in that warm and private bedroom with my eyes less than three feet away – me - their cuckold – their feminized cuckold – their happy feminized cuckold. 

They set up together a now well practised rhythm of love that consumed them. They were alone in their world of pleasure and passion; just the two of them reading each other’s bodies to become one sensual being joined together in flesh, delightful sensations, and emotional love. Susan was his Woman now and when they both finally came together, the kiss she initiated on his lips told Master, and me, that the seed he had ejaculated into her was not just welcome, but was strongly desired like a true ‘mating female’ would.

... like a true ‘mating female’ would.

It took a very long five minutes for their passion to subside as they clung to each other communicating with breathless confirmation of their love and lust. With Susan's legs wrapped tightly around his back, Master Raoul had no option but to keep his large manhood inside her; not that he was desperate to pull his ugly dark organ out of my Wife. He was happy just where he was – in my house, on my bed, and inside the Woman I love. But all good things must come to an end. 

“Do your thing cuckold,” Raoul growled, as he eased himself carefully off Susan thus enabling his dark member, now semi hard but still swollen, to slide out of her vagina. 

There was no time to lose. I climbed onto the bed and within a second my head was between her thighs and I was lapping at the musty fluid that was oozing from her vaginal entrance. And there seemed to be a never ending supply of Master's semen for me to eagerly scoop up with my industrious tongue and to consume, while Susan cooed and pushed on the back of my head to keep my face in contact with her sticky crotch.

... to keep my face in contact ...

It was Mistress Clare and Master Marcus all over again. I was being used in my submissive position to smooth the path of the successful mating of a pretty Wife and her big Black Master. Due to those happy nights I had spent facilitating their physical loving, I was now an expert in the depraved but delightful activity going on between my own Wife's open thighs. So it was just natural when I managed to free my right hand from underneath Susan's right thigh and reach for Master’s warm flaccid cock, still slick with Susan's own fluids and his seed. 

When I heard the note of mild surprise come from Master as I closed my hand over his manhood, I pulled my hand quickly away, not wanting to presume upon my position as cuckold. But I shouldn't have worried; very quickly Susan's left hand closed down on my wrist and moved my own back on to Master's cock and pressed it gently back onto his dark flesh. Clearly Susan and Clare had similar tastes in their cuckolds and the actions he should take when in her bed with her Master. It was ‘revival’ time! 

I had lapped up all of the seed that I physically could from Susan’s labia and vaginal opening, so it was now time for my Wife's Master. Carefully I eased away from between Susan's legs, positioned myself between Master's, and lowered my sticky face down onto his unlovely thick member. 

I explored his cock and balls with my tongue, fingers, and throat like a whirlwind on speed. I had one thing on my mind, and that was to achieve erection and hardness back into his pillar of manliness. There was not a sense of sexuality in my mind as I went to work on my Wife's Lover; my sole purpose was to get his cock ready to penetrate my Wife again. And within minutes I was succeeding. 

Carefully, I held his engorged hardness in one hand as I urged him to move once again to position himself between Susan’s legs. They both instinctively understood my purpose and moved smoothly, as one, to help me in my mission, thus allowing me to locate the glans of his manhood directly at Susan’s welcoming access. 

He needed nothing more from me. In all truth, my assistance was purely symbolic. It was a statement of my position in the loving trio that gyrated, kissed, stroked, licked, and took pleasure from and gave pleasure to each other on that lovely night; I was the submissive extra. And as the ‘extra' I knew when it was my time to retire from the action. In other words – just to get out of the way. 

Unsurprisingly, their lovemaking for the second ‘session' was a more relaxed affair. With long unhurried strokes her kept up a rhythm that had Susan mewing with pleasure and gasping for air with each trembling orgasm, so I knelt beside the bed and watched open mouthed at the sight of this Black Man's control over my Wife. And I learned that night just why Raoul, and others like him, are justifiably called Masters. It might have been twenty or thirty minutes before his manhood jerked and jumped inside Susan to spurt yet more of his salty cream inside her, and for me to savour. 

As sure as night follows day, I repeated my cleaning and reviving duties for the Lovers who were far from being finished for the night. Again Raoul positioned himself between Susan's open thighs and, with my help, entered her again to continue with his deep long strokes. And again, still in my black stockings and panties, I knelt submissively by the bed. 

Again he erupted in her and again I served them like a ‘cleaning slave’. The musty taste of semen now seemed to be a permanent fixture in my mouth with my face was sticky from the repeated clearing of Master's essence from Susan's sweet pink pussy. It was demeaning, but I didn't mind; I had made my own decisions and chosen my new life, and these were the moments to treasure. 

In that one night I lost count of the number of times the two Lovers combined their bodies in lust, but finally, Susan curled up in a foetal position on the bed, Raoul pulled her gently to him and they fell into a deep and satisfied sleep. They were as one in their love and I, as their cuckold, switched out the bedside light and went to sleep on the carpeted floor by the bed – Susan’s and my own marriage bed. 

“Come on cuckold! Wakey wakey!” 

It was Master Raoul and he was standing over me, naked. His foot had been nudging my arm for minutes to bring me out of my sleep, but it was his voice that woke me. 

“I have to get away early for business, and I need a shower,” he continued. 

I scrambled to my feet and replied quietly, because Susan was still soundly asleep, “Yes Master.” 

There was no need for me to question just what was required of me. Clare had trained me well in those nights with her and Master Marcus and I understood now just what was required of me in that shower room attached to our bedroom. 

Having shown Master the taps and controls I turned on the water and stepped aside as the big man entered, adjusted the temperature to suit his needs, and stood under the streaming warm water. Quickly, I pulled down my black hold-up stockings, dropped my panties to the floor and stepped naked inside the cubicle that was large enough for two people to wash together (It had been Susan's requirement when we had had the new shower unit installed, and I wondered if she had foreseen this moment). 

“Business on a Saturday?” I asked as I reached for the natural sponge and shower soap. 

“Afraid so!” he replied as I knelt before him and start to wash his feet – with his big ugly brown manhood resting on my shoulder. “I haven't told you what I do, have I.” 

It struck me at that moment as I thought to myself, ‘You are washing your Wife's Lover's feet,’ that I was now completely conquered. If there had been any vestiges of manly pride in me I would not have done such a thing; I had willingly given myself over to complete humiliation and servitude to my Wife and her Master. Everything a real man should be – I was not. So there was only one thing a feminized-cuckold should do. 

I completed the washing of Master's naked body in very quick time. The sweat that had dried on his body from servicing my Wife overnight was washed away and he was now fresh and clean, and ready for the day ahead - almost. 

“So what do you do for a living Master?” I asked as I knelt before him again and took his big dark organ in one hand and his manly balls in another. 

“I am the Chief Executive Officer of the ‘Black Master Organisation'. Have you heard of it?” 

I lifted my head up from where I had been licking the underside of his helmet shaped glans, and replied, “ No Master. And I haven't seen it listed either. At my bank that is.” 

“No you won't,” he replied between little hissing noises of pleasure as I went into serious work with my head bobbing up and down on the now erect ugly monster that filled my mouth with its warm smooth strength. 

“We are very private, but very influential. And our mission statement tells you everything that we are.” 

With the taste of his pre-ejaculate seminal fluid now in my mouth I lifted my head briefly again, and asked, “And what is that Master?” 

“To bring ‘The Natural Order’ to all the Wives whose desires are not met.” 

“Tell me more!” 

“Maybe .... later,” he replied as the pre-ejaculation stress affected his speech. 

“Of course Master,” I said, as I redoubled my excitement of his now very hard and tumescent organ. 

I felt his rod jump in my mouth just milliseconds before the first spurt of his semen hit the back of my throat. It was if a dam had burst and warm fluid was erupting into my stretched open mouth, down my chin, and dropping onto my legs and penis cage. After a night spent ejaculating into my warm and very willing Wife I had expected to be drawing just a few remnants of seed from this virile mountain of a Black Man, but I was wrong. In his sleep overnight his strong body had regenerated his manly essence. Stream after stream washed down my throat into my stomach, into my eyes as I pulled my head away to catch my breath, and over my face. 

Gradually his erupting subsided so his member softened and dropped out of my mouth to rest on his thighs. I was exhausted and, with my mouth still full of his jism, I could hardly speak. 

“Marcus did say you were a natural,” he said after we had both regained our composure, “but he missed out telling me that your are an expert. And a very enthusiastic one at that.” 

I was still consuming the last remnants of his baby making cream so I could not answer directly, nevertheless my ‘thumbs up' gesture was a sufficient reply to confirm that I felt pride in his evaluation of my skills and appreciated him saying so. The pat on my head as he exited the shower cubicle told me that he understood my message. 

I washed his seed from my body as he dried himself on my towel, which he then handed to me so that I, now cleansed of his salty lotion, could use after he finished. Back in the bedroom he dressed himself without disturbing Susan, while I slipped on my bathrobe and waited outside the bedroom door for him to finish. After giving my Wife a tender kiss on her forehead Master followed me down the stairs; we said nothing (so as not to wake Susan) until after I had made some coffee and toast. 

“I've asked Susan to bring you and the children over to my place in Westerham this afternoon,” he said as he sipped the coffee I had made for him, “so we can get together, let the kids play in the pool, and discuss our future.” 

“Our future, Master?” 

“Oh yes cuckold. Susan and I have been discussing where this affair is going and we both think that our relationship should be open and acknowledged. And the first thing is to tell Jenni and Tom that their Mother and me are now in a loving relationship. From now I'm their Uncle Raoul. Do you think they will understand?” he said. 

I thought about Jenni and decided that she would like to have an Uncle Raoul, but Tom? He had already asked if the big Black Master in front of me was his ‘Mum's Boyfriend' but I wasn't sure if he would accept the idea of his Mother being Raoul's Girlfriend. I was still thinking about how to handle this situation when Susan entered the kitchen wearing her own silk robe. 

Pouring a cup of coffee for herself she turned to Master and said, “Have you told him?” 

He welcomed her soft warm bottom onto his lap before he replied, “Yes My Love. I'm waiting for him to think over what I have said.” 

“I think that we should tell the kids first,” I said, “ and then your parents ...” 

Susan interrupted. “They already know,” she said. 

“Then I suppose, there is only one more question for me to ask,” I said, as my sweet Wife and her Master looked back at me – perplexed. 

“What is it Dear?” asked Susan, suddenly concerned at the seriousness in my voice. 

“On the first night of our holiday, I asked you if Raoul was my ‘Replacement.” 

“I remember,” Susan responded slowly and thoughtfully, clearly wondering where my enquiry was leading. 

“So just to be clear. Is the man we now refer to as Master, my ‘Permanent Replacement'?” 

Broad happy smiles erupted on both of their faces at my question, but Master remained silent. This was his Mistress's moment, and there were tears of love in her eyes as she look across the kitchen table at me. “Of course he is David.” 

Epilogue: 

As I had thought, Jenni took the news without caring or understanding very much, whereas Tom shrugged disinterestedly and said, “I thought so!” However, a month later, after Master had allowed him to sit in the co-pilot seat of his Citation jet as we jetted off for a weekend in France, Tom was more enthusiastic about ‘Uncle Raoul’. And Brenda, Susan's Mother, was pleased that I had given up my manliness in the cause of her daughter's future happiness and was even nicer to me than before the holiday. 

On the Monday, before I went into work, I made sure that I was registered with the Financial Conduct Authority and ordered a full range of computers, uninterrupted power supplies, and the fastest internet package on the market. When all of that was set up I gave my manager my notice to quit my job at the bank, but not without dropping hints to all of my clients that I was setting up on my own. Happily , seventy percent of them followed me, so within the month I was a fully operating financial advisor for investments. 

After discussing the matter with Master and Mistress, it was decided that the requirement to wear a penis cage when travelling should be abandoned, this was after a particularly embarrassing incident on the train when sitting down, the cage itself made me look like I had an erection. However, to this day, I have never removed my ‘slave chain’, except for hygiene; similarly, now free from routinely commuting by train to London, my cage is also a permanent feature of my manly diminution. 

I had believed Master Raoul when he had said that the Natural Order was a bigger movement than was appreciated, but any last scepticism I had about his claim was washed away at the astounding number of the little ‘Ace of Spades' chain’s on pretty ankles I had seen when in London; even one or two in the bank. Not just on Ladies but men too - presumably fellow cuckolds. This realisation was further compounded when Master Raoul (as CEO) took both Susan and I, as guests, to a Black Master Organisation ‘White Mistress Auction’ evening when the full understanding of just what was meant by the ‘Natural Order' became real as we watched as twenty two cuckolded husbands stood naked, in chains, and silent as their equally naked Wives were sold to rich and powerful Black Masters as Breeding Mistresses for a period of twelve months. (Note: I may write further about that revelatory evening - but later and in addition to this story.) 

It was in the July of that year that Clare contacted Susan to let her know that she was now pregnant with Marcus's baby, and that she was sure that my ploy of preventing her from falling forward when her Master erupted his seed into her was the reason it happened so quickly. Needless to say, that she, Marcus and including her cuckold hubby, Clive, were very appreciative of my efforts in those wonderful sensuous nights in the hotel suite. And they were even more happy with me when Clare gave birth to baby Suzie in the February of the following year. Susan of course was delighted when she was asked to be Godmother to the little brown bundle. 

As Susan and our Master have become even closer, both physically and emotionally, I have learned to accept my new position as that of the diminished husband. But this new way of life is not as unfortunate as it seems; no longer do I have to wake at five thirty in the morning to get on to smelly over-packed trains to London and then, after a ten hour working day, arrive home at eight in the evening. Additionally, I see more of my children and enjoy taking them to, and collecting them, from school. And it was during one of my school ‘collections’ that I became better acquainted with Abigail McIntosh's husband Jack, who told me that their Master had impregnated his Wife. “It was only to be expected,” he had said in confirmation of his emasculation. 

As the years have rolled by, all doubts concerning my total submission to cuckoldry have completely disappeared. It is those nights when the three of us can be together in our bedroom while the kids are away, that confirm to me that I have made the right decision with my life. To see Susan's love for our Master grow incrementally with each penetration of his member into her welcoming body, each thrust of pleasure, and every flooding of her womb with his seed has been a joy for me (and her of course). And as my own little penis – now all but permanently encased in a cage – shrank even further due to lack of sexual use, I took even more satisfaction from routinely honouring and pleasuring Master's manhood. 

Like Clive before me, I became the stay at home husband who looked after the kids while his Wife has a wonderful time with her Lover. Because of this, Susan and Raoul were often jetting away in his Citation to nice warm beaches where they could be alone and free to physically confirm their love for each other – often. And to their credit, they were always happy to send me notification that their desire for each other will never be diminished.

... their desire for each other

will never be diminished.

It is amazing how history repeats itself. Our lives were settled, Tom and Jenni were established at their respective schools, I was happy in my feminized cuckold life, and my Wife was contented and very satisfied as Raoul's Mistress. But one evening, before going to bed, Susan an Master asked me to sit down as they ‘had something to tell me’. 

Previously, I had instinctively felt the change in their relationship; their (our) outrageous sexual exploits had become more considered and thoughtful, their chatter became a loving and peaceful companionship. So it was no surprise when Susan told me to remove my panties and then deftly  hung a small plastic phial containing her birth control pills from my penis cage. 

There it was! My total cuckolding! My Wife was now going to make a new life with her Lover and I, her husband, was expected to play my part in the whole process. It should have been the most degrading moment in my life and my world should have fallen in. I should have cried pitifully at my humiliation, made angry threats, or fell to the floor begging them not to present proof to the whole world of the total capitulation of my manliness. But I said nothing and meekly obeyed Mistress when she told me to go up to our bedroom and prepare our bed for the night ahead. 

“Yes Mistress,” I replied as I meekly climbed the stairs to turn down the bed for our Master and my Wife. 

You may recall that my hands had trembled with suppressed emotion when, in Crete on holiday, I had started to prepare Susan for dates with Raoul. Gradually, during that holiday and in the years since, helping her look attractive for him had become a normal part of my life and I was now doing so without the ‘suppressed emotion I had initially suffered from. But with the phial now swinging gently from my penis cage as I moved as confirmation of my total cuckolding, the trembling returned. 

It was Susan's voice in my ear that calmed me. She could see that I had become anguished at the latest development of my being replaced as her ‘mate'; and it was her gentle cool hand on my shoulder as she said, “I was always going to give our Master a son or daughter David. Surely you knew that?” that all but stopped the shaking. 

She was right. Clare had done so, Abigail had done so, all of those auctioned Mistresses had done so, and countless other Wives had also been willingly impregnated by their dark Lovers despite being married to a white husband. So why had I thought that it wouldn't happen to me? The truth was that I had put it to the back of my mind, but now it was going to happen it had shaken me to the core. And I knew that it was something that I would have to get used to. 

“Undress us cuckold,” Susan said quietly, so as not to startle the quivering mouse of a man kneeling on the floor before her. 

“Yes Mistress,” I replied, unclipping her stocking tops from the red silk suspenders belt she was wearing (as was I), “and I'm sorry for being so weak.” 

“That's alright,” she replied a moment later as she lay on the bed with her long legs open wide waiting for me to finish licking, swallowing, and stroking Master's member to its full size and strength, ”we both understand. Don't we Master!” 

“Indeed we do,” he replied as he pulled my head forward in order to push the hard round glans of his manhood down onto my tonsils. 

That night was the first of many nights we enjoyed together. With my ‘emotions' now under control, I was now the perfect cuckold ‘cleaner reviver' and worked assiduously at ensuring that their mating was always enjoyable and effective. So effective that just two months later Susan presented Master and me with a positive result on the test kit she had kept in the bathroom cabinet. And three months later the result of her love for her Master was there for all to see.

... her love for her Master

was there for all to see.

I have often asked myself why I let this happen to me – to us even. Why in the very first place did I suggest to Susan that she should find a replacement for me? Why did I stand aside as Master seduced her (or did she seduce him?)? Why did I embrace the sticky humiliating gay acts of subjugation in those nights with Clare and Marcus? And why did I welcome those same nights with my own Wife and her Lover? These are all good questions that real man would have the answer to – he wouldn't. 

Brenda, it seems, had chosen well and could foresee that one day I would recognize my inadequacy and that Susan would once again return to the Natural Order. As she was later to tell me, she had seen in me the very traits and characteristics of a cuckold even when I was dating her daughter. Susan had known it too but still developed a love for me despite knowing what our eventual future would be; and still does but in a much more moderated way. As she rightly says, “My capacity for Love has no limits. My children, my parents, and you my sweet gentle cuckold – my rock!” 

“And what of Master?” I asked, “what of your love for him?” 

“It is complete, total, physically passionate, and forever,” she replied. 

“Replacing me?” 

“Your Replacement? Of course!” 

So why am I a cuckold? One could try and psychoanalyse it all and arrive at many different conclusions, and good luck to you. But let me tell you, since that very first moment of understanding I have loved every minute of my journey into the delightful realms of the Natural Order.