Chapter
Twenty One - Sweet Capitulation
I knew that I was alone when I woke up on
that big bed. Jackson and Elaine were no longer there beside me and clearly the
sexual desire between my Wife and the man she now calls her 'Master' had been
sated. I lay thinking about the night before (I seemed to be doing that a lot
since I had been cuckolded) and the things that I had done, that a week ago, I
would have thought impossible.
I thought about my best friend Alan, who now wished to go by the name of Alana,
and the shock I had felt at discovering that, not only was he bi-sexual, he was
a cross dresser too. Furthermore his Wife Madeleine was having a baby by her
Black Lover Bruno and that Alana had excepted it as normal, having made a joke
at my expense about my powers of deduction (or lack of). Although I had never
thought of myself as an alpha male, it had come as a complete surprise to me
just how delicate and feminine my friend had become.
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had come as a complete surprise to me just how delicate and feminine my friend had become. |
There was no way of denying it, Alana was
very attractive. At the previous evening's party, her Wife Maddie had made me
kneel before her nakedness and apologise to her in the most intimate fashion
for ridiculing her forthcoming polyamouric marriage to Bruno. It had also cut
me to the quick to see the tears in her eyes when I had so gruffly refused to
give her away as a 'cuckold bride' to Bruno. I had also surprised myself just
how readily I had been to take her little penis in my mouth and pleasure her,
as a full expression of my regret.
'Christ! Alana is getting married tomorrow and I am going to give her away.' I
thought in a sudden panic, 'At a place called Mede Manor, on the South
Coast. Where the hell is that. I hope Jackson knows.'
My evolution as a cuckold had also taken a leap forward in the heat of the
loving last night between Jackson (who I now was increasingly thinking of as
'Master'), and my Wife. They had both known exactly what they were doing when
she had straddled my face and presented herself for penetration by her Master
from behind. Very quickly I had understood the duties of a cuckold in such a
circumstance and had used my tongue to good effect on Master's prodigious
testicles and manhood. As night follows day, Master had ejaculated in Elaine,
whereupon his wet sticky cock had fallen out onto my face and within seconds
the round head was nestling in the back of my throat. My first attempt at
resurrecting a previously erupted cock was, as we all agreed, very successful.
In all truth, my manliness, sexuality and even my happiness were under strain
and I was very aware that Elaine and Jackson were manipulating me down a road
of total sexual capitulation. Under such circumstances I should have been
totally conflicted and in deep misery but I was not; I knew that Jackson wanted
me to submit to his ascendancy over me, and my whole body and mind was
screaming for me to do so, but I could not. I needed to know one thing from my
prospective 'Master', and only then would I kneel before him, accept his
mastery over me and Elaine and we would then be his 'Black Owned' couple.
"Come on cj," said Elaine as she swept into the bedroom, "get
out of that bed. I'm going to change the sheets."
I reluctantly crawled of the bed and stood naked, except for my little CB6000s
penis restraint, and helped her open out the folded white linen. In much
practised ease, Elaine and I threw the sheets over the bed and tucked them in.
"Go and freshen up cj," she said while fluffing up the pillows,
"and get that thing off and put it in some sterilizing fluid. You've had
it on since yesterday haven't you?"
"Yes Mistress," I replied, in the respectful way that I had quite
voluntarily recently adopted.
"And put Master's chain on your willy Dear. Just for now though, because
we are going out later."
Ah the chain! The chain made from pieces from Elaine's broken bikini that
Jackson had recovered from the beach and had made into an anklet for her, plus
another chain for me with a small pendant with his initial embossed upon it to
wear on my penis at those times when a restraint or cage was not appropriate.
I felt curiously vulnerable after I had removed my restraint, thus rendering me
fully naked, but once I had showered and dried myself, and then looped the
small chain under my balls and positioned the 'J' pendant over the top of my
small penis I felt a little better. Curiously, I hoped that Master Jackson
would walk into the shower room so I could show him that I accepted his 'claim'
on my manliness but I was to be disappointed.
"Hurry up and get dressed cj," Mistress called from the bedroom,
"Master is making us breakfast. Eggs and bacon! We don't want to let it go
cold." 'He's making breakfast?'
I hurried as directed by my better half, ran down the stairs (such is the pull
of bacon and eggs) and then skidded to a halt in the Kitchen. "I'm
ravenous Mast...", I nearly said, but stopped before I could get 'that
word' out. I must have looked a little red in the face but Jackson said not a
word but just kept flicking oil over the fried eggs with a spatula.
"Hey cj," he said as he lifted two eggs out of the pan then onto my
plate - closely followed by two rashers of bacon, "I guess that you must
be hungry after last night."
I said nothing in reply because I was a little embarrassed to be sitting in the
same room as a man whose dark member had last night nestled in the back of my
throat in those moments after he had eased it out of my Wife's vagina.
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those moments after he had eased it out of my Wife's vagina. |
I ate my breakfast in silence as Jackson
and Elaine chatted intimately like the two Lovers that they were (and still are
to this day), but I was acutely aware that they were glancing at me
meaningfully as they talked. Both, I know, were a little concerned about my
silence and it wasn't before long that Jackson turned to me with a worried look
on his face.
"Is something eating at you cj? If there is I think that we should talk
about it now and get it off your chest." he said in a kindly voice.
"There is!" I replied, "But it's not what you might think."
As one, Jackson and Elaine replied, "What is it?"
"It's not what Alana and I did last night," I said - referring to my
fellatio of her little penis (his or hers - take your choice), "or the
next step that we took on my journey last night."
Both understood completely my reference to pleasuring Jackson's manhood, but
they still retained that 'what the hell is he talking about' look on their
faces. "Then what is it cj?" asked a now uneasy Elaine.
"I'm happy to take this cuckold thing as far as I can, and I will call you
Master when I am ready." I replied to the pair of transfixed faces before
me, "But I cannot do what Alana allows Bruno to do to her - him. In fact
she said that she please him," I made a couple of air quotation marks,
"in every way."
"Are you alluding to anal sex?" It was Elaine who asked the question,
which took me by surprise as I was expecting Master Jackson to intervene.
Elaine and I both looked at Jackson in expectation, but nothing was
forthcoming.
"Master?" asked Elaine.
The silence continued for approximately ten seconds further; then he spoke.
"Why would you think that of me cj?"
Had I insulted him? I didn't know; but I dearly wanted an answer from him and I
was prepared to wait.
"There is something quite beautiful about the process of love don't you
think James?" he asked, to which I answered with a frantic nodding to his
rhetorical question.
"Take whatever combination of sex the couple may be; man and woman, man
and man, or woman and woman," he continued. "They meet, discover that
they like each other, are attracted to each other and then desire each other.
And then they decide to have sex together and have a relationship that is
physical, emotional and sometimes even spiritual. The whole process is a
beautiful thing - is it not?"
"Yes of course but I ......."
"Well that is exactly how I see our loving relationship cj - a joyful
connection between all three of us." he continued as his words rocked my
emotions by their clarity and heartfelt passion, "So why do you think that
I would want to introduce the smell of shit into this wonderful loving journey
that we have embarked upon?"
I was stunned at the crudity of his words, mainly because I had never heard him swear, but
also at the uncompromising severity of his response. Elaine too, sat open
mouthed looking at him, trying to judge his mood which was one of clear
annoyance at my artless question.
"I don't .... Master," I replied, my voice shaking in emotion while
forgetting that I had just called him 'Master' again, "but some do ...
don't they?"
"Unfortunately they do cj, you're right! But I will never do that with you
or any other person you care to think of."
Elaine, for all her composure, looked relieved at this revelation. 'Had
she had this on her mind too?'
Looking across my now finished breakfast I looked at Master Jackson and I
understood his moods well enough by then to know that when he was about to be
mischievous; he gets an amused look in his eyes and a little lift at the corner
of his mouth. "Besides," he said, "I am a law abiding citizen so
I could never drive the wrong way up a 'one way street'."
Elaine and I, both of us now heavily relieved that the serious mood had
disappeared from the room, laughed uproariously at this little aside from the
man who we were both now growing very attached to.
The laughing subsided and a more relaxed atmosphere entered the room; but
Master Jackson wasn't finished. "Was there anything else on your mind cj?
Because now is the time to bring it all out I think."
"No!" I replied, still in wonder at his unusual reply, "But all
that I ask is that you treat us both kindly. What I said to you in this very
kitchen two days ago still stands."
"Excellent cj!" he replied, "Now we have a busy day ahead of us.
We are going to spend tonight at Mede Manor with my friend John and his Wife
Jennifer. They are having one of their little parties tonight and I am hoping
to introduce you both as my 'couple'."
Elaine gave a little yell of delight but I was still in the dark.
"So let's go and pack an overnight back, put on some nice things to wear
and freshen up before we go." suggested Master (as this was how I was now
thinking of him), "And cj! You can run the shower for us."
"Yes Master!" I replied without any hesitation.
As we climbed back up the stairs with Elaine leading, he turned to me and
asked, "So have you changed your mind about how to address me?"
"Yes Master!"
He did not reply but as we were all getting fully undressed to use the shower
he turned to me and said, "So do you recognize me now as your Master?"
"Yes!"
"Why?"
I was about to answer, when Mistress reached down to Master's long manhood and
raised it up to lie alongside my own that was now half erect in response to my
emotional excitement in commiting myself to this superior man.
"Let us tell it like it is," she said as rested them both in her
hand, "this is the main reason and we all know it."
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| "this is the main reason and we all know it." |
His warm cock resting against my own would
have been an anathema to me a week ago but now it felt gentle and comforting,
and the humiliation I knew that I would have felt then, was all gone. I was now
their sex slave, the cuckold, the sexually diminished man and I felt good in
myself because I was part of something that was greater than me. "But that
is not the only reason," I said.
"What are the others cj?" asked my Master.
"I realise now that I am an impotent man," I said as I lowered myself
to my knees before man, "I am impotent sexually, physically and
dynamically. I am a servant, a submissive, the kind of man that is not fit to
have a Wife such as Elaine and should give her up to the superior man. I am the
kind of man who should have a Master."
"Prove it cj," said Master quietly in that warm shower room as he
stood over me with his dark manhood just inches from my nose, "show me
your capitulation and your devotion."
I was dimly aware of Elaine's body behind mine as she lowered herself to kneel
behind me and place her arms around my waist. "Show us cj," she
whispered in my ear as her hand folded over my own 'little man' and squeezed
tightly to prevent any eruption from me spoiling the moment.
"Yes Master!" I replied as my hand reached up and took his hardening
member in my right hand and pressed the warm organ against my face. This was
not the time to rush and I wanted to show him that I was serious, so I turned
my head and pressed my lips onto the side of the warm organ and proceeded to
plant gentle kisses on its upper surface, the underneath and eventually the
warm bulbous head of his symbol of manliness.
My tongue flicked out onto the head and, to the sound of happy sighs from his
throat, I lifted his cock up and then licked the area underneath the glans
where it meets the foreskin. The first drop of seminal fluid from his urethra
appeared like a silver pearl which I sipped delicately off his glans and then
swallowed. My left hand was gently rolling his heavy testicles, ever mindful
that such delicate things should never be touched with a heavy hand. Like the
good slave that I was, I fully understood the honour this real man was
bestowing upon me.
With my licking and gentle manipulation of Master's considerable phallus, it
was of little surprise when I felt his balls tighten under my hand and I knew
that his release was imminent. Mistress too, being somewhat of an expert in
Master's sexual eruptions, knew that it would be soon and so whispered in my
ear, "Master is ready cj. Now put the head in your mouth and go for
it."
Like the compliant little man that I am, I lifted myself up and from my heightened
position I lowered my head down onto that hot and hard organ. Withing
nanoseconds I pushed my tongue hard up against the underside of his rod, making
sure that his frenulum was in permanent contact, and then started the
excitation of his beautiful cock by dancing my head up and down using just my
lips and my tongue. I could not see Master's face but from the low groaning
noise that came from his throat I knew that my attentiveness was paying
dividends.
My neck muscles were beginning to ache when the first spurt hit my larynx and
flooded the back of my throat, and the second quickly followed and filled my
mouth from back teeth to front incisors. I tried as hard as I could to take it
all down my gullet but inevitably some of his semen oozed out of the side of my
mouth and fell onto my chin. Again and again his ejaculate streamed into my
willing open orifice and oozed down my chin, my chest and down the rest of my
body. Once again, just like the night before, my face, mouth and body were
soaked in my Master's seed, and once again I revelled in the very idea and the
feel of being covered in his hot sticky gift - I liked it a lot.
I felt Elaine's hand, still on my own penis, release its grip and as she moved
away from her kneeling position behind me, she whispered in my ear, "Now
you are what you have always wanted to be cj. I have known it since the day we
met. You are a born cuckold slave and you just proved it to us. And that's why
I love you my sweet little darling, and we have such a wonderful future together."
I stayed on my knees, which only seemed appropriate, and waited for Master to
speak.
"I guess that's the main question now settled," he remarked to us
both as he held out his hand and lifted me to my feet, "Now we shall be
free to progress our love. And tonight we shall have an engagement ceremony.
But before that cj, I have a few nice things for you to wear."
'Engagement ceremony? Nice things to wear? What the fuck? - Don't question
Master. He owns you now James and you have to comply with everything, just like
a Black Owned cuckold should.'
"But first I suggest that we have a quick shower and get ready, "said
Master, "And cj? You take the last shower and stay here until Mistress and
I come back in."
"Yes Master!" I replied, now getting into the swing of total
obedience; so I waited with what was now my customary sticky semen glaze until
the loving couple had finished washing each other and making promises to each
other with their bodies they fully intended to keep. Ideally that should have
been me in the shower with them but I had my orders to wash last, so I stayed
kneeling patiently on the floor as a good cuckold slave should.
As soon as they were finished I handed both a warm soft towel and then stepped
into the spray to wash myself. It took just a few minutes and as I stepped out
of the cubicle I saw that I was alone, which was okay because it gave me room
to dry myself on one of the towels that Mistress and Master had used. It was a
good thing that the weather had stayed warm that morning, because it was ten
minutes before the pair of Lovers re-entered the room and stood before me.
Master was dressed in his usual smart Chino trousers with a G&H casual
shirt, and Elaine was wearing jeans with a pretty blue see-through blouse that
displayed her lovely round breasts beautifully. Looking first across to Master,
Elaine was the first to speak. "You have made a deep commitment to Master
and me cj, so it is only right that you openly wear your bond. Please lower
your head."
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first across to Master, Mistress Elaine was the first to speak. |
I obeyed immediately and Master stepped
forward and spoke. "This chain is from your Mistress's broken bikini and I
have had it made into a neck chain to fit you. It signifies your total
subjugation to me and your Mistress - will you now wear it?"
There was not a moment's thought from me and my response was immediate.
"Yes Master!"
"Good boy!" said the large Black Man as he passed the chain around my
neck and then closed the loop with a small clasp at the rear. "Now lift
your right ankle cj."
I was confused. What would he want with my right ankle? But I lifted my leg
anyway and stood with my heel resting in his hand.
Elaine stepped forward and with a very dextorous fingers fastened a small chain
around my right ankle; it was the same as the one that I had attached to her
own leg just a few days before and, just like my new neck chain, it had been
made from the bikini top that Elaine broke (she says) on the beach the previous
Sunday. "Do you know what this signifies cj?" she asked quietly as
she stepped back to admire her handiwork.
"No Mistress, I don't," I lied. I knew exactly what this represented
but I wanted to hear her say so.
"This is the final touch My Love," she said to me tenderly, "we
are both now owned by Master. We are now his property; to be used as he sees
fit."
'So tell me something I don't know Dear.'
"I understand Mistress," I replied in my best repressed slave voice,
which I noticed raised a slight smile on Master's face.
Then a very odd thing happened. Master knelt down before me and looked straight
at my small soft penis as if examining it. "The small one I think My
Love," he said to Mistress who reached into her nearby handbag and took
out a very shiny object - a very shiny black object.
"You are now a Black Man's cuckold," he said (stating the bleeding
obvious), "so there is to be no more cheap, clear plastic restraints for
you. It is only right that your cage should reflect your Master's bearing and
appearance."
He handed me the hard loop to ease under my balls and then, over my 'little
man', I slipped the penis cover that I hooked onto the retainer at the top.
Swiftly, and without touching my flesh, Master inserted the padlock into the
top of the loop and I was secured in my little black prison. "That looks
just the thing cj. It's the only colour for a Black Man's cuckold to have on
his cage."
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| "It's
the only colour for a Black Man's cuckold to have on his cage." |
"Who keeps the key Master?" I
asked (the obvious question).
"I control your penis now cj," he replied. "One key shall be
kept here for hygiene purposes, and the other will be kept by me. My Lady will
know, and tell me, if you break that rule. You should understand, that only my
manhood will enter your Wife's warm and beautiful body from now on. She
understands it and is happy for that to be her future."
"I understand Master," I replied as if it were the most normal thing
in the world to give up my manliness so readily - so enthusiastically even.
At that moment a horn sounded from outside of the house. "That will be
Terry," said Master, "so get dressed in the things that we have left
for you on the bed cj, and hurry up. We have a two hour drive ahead of
us."
The 'things' on the bed turned out to be shorts and a tee shirt with just a
pair of sandals to wear on my feet. The tee shirt had a looose hole for the
head to go through so my neck chain was immediately on display, the anklet was
obvious too and both glistened in the sun I walked. 'Am I going to be
put on show somehow - for someone?'
The car was ticking over at the curb outside of the house as Master and
Mistress opened the door to the back seat and climbed in, so I climbed in the front
to find the young man who had delivered a package to the house a few days ago
at the wheel.
"It's Terry isn't it?" I asked the young man as he pulled away and
turned out onto the Prince of Wales Road and then accelerated the powerful
Mercedes down Shooters Hill towards the Rochester Way. "You came to our
house the other day with a package."
"That's correct cj, but you have seen me before," he replied,
"but I wouldn't hold it against you if you had forgotten."
"You just referred to me as cj." I said to the clearly expert young
driver, "Then you know my story. Don't you."
"Of course I do," he replied, "because my Master and Mistress
call me ct."
"You're a cuckold too?"
He smiled but didn't answer. He just put his finger down into his collar and
pulled out a similar chain to my own. "Now can you recall where you have
seen me before?"
It came to me slowly, he had been there with his heavily pregnant Wife on the
beach and had sat with her and their little daughter near to the tower where I
had witnessed my Wife's seduction (as I thought at the time). I remembered the
little girl too; her brown face and curly dark hair were clearly not Terry's
colouring. "You were there weren't you," I exclaimed, "you were
watching me. You were watching me, watching my Wife with Master under the
tower."
"I had been told to look after you cj, if you decided to do anything
stupid," he replied, "but thankfully you didn't. You did what Master
Jackson expected and took it like good cuckolds always do."
"And then you were joined later by another man," I said, "who
was he?"
"I would have thought that was obvious cj," he replied, "he was
my Master. Luke is his name and he is Master Jackson's older brother - and
business partner."
I was lost for words. I had always guessed that the beach episode had been a
set up, but hadn't known exactly how it had been achieved. Now I was getting
clues, and some pieces were falling into place - but not all.
The silence that followed Terry's revelation was broken by Elaine. "How is
Joanne Terry? She must be getting very close now." she asked, "and is
Lucy being the good little girl that she always is. She's such a dear."
"She's very close Mistress," Terry replied, "but my Master is
with her tonight and will take her to Lewisham Hospital if her waters
break."
This was the first time I had ever heard Elaine talk about children in such
warm terms and it shook me. Was my beautiful Wife mellowing in her outlook? I
didn't know the answer to that question, but I wanted to hear more from this
modest, but happy young man.
"Lucy! That's a pretty name," I remarked, "I take it that was
your daughter playing with you on the sand."
"It was the closest name we could get to 'Luke'," he replied,
"she is my daughter within our marriage, but she is Master's child."
It was clear where this conversation was going so, as always, I asked the
obvious one, "And Joanne? I take it that the baby she is carrying is not
yours?"
"The doctors have told us that he will be a little boy cj," he
replied, "and he will be called Luke. After his natural father."
I felt that I should commiserate with Terry but something told me that I should
not, so I sought some kind of clarification on his level of happiness and
contentment. "And how content are you knowing that another man has
impregnated your Wife," I asked boorishly.
He furrowed his brow, which to me looked as though he was searching for a
careful answer. "I am so surprised that you have asked me that question
cj." he said as we sped along the A20 past Swanley, "You have just
relinquished all of your manliness to Master Jackson. You wear the 'cuckold
slave' chain around your neck and your ankle just like me, and you are on your
way to acknowledge, in front of witnesses, your total submission to your Master and
Mistress."
"What?" I exclaimed, "I didn't know that. They said it was an
'engagement party'."
"That is what they all call it down at Mede Manor cj." he answered,
"The engagement party is a declaration by the cuckold husband - you - that
he accepts his total subjugation to his Master and his Mistress."
"Okay!" I replied, "That's a bit odd, but not so bad."
"And the Master and Mistress declare to everybody at the party that
they are now officially 'together'. And are prepared for all of the consequences that being a
committed couple brings."
I suddenly felt as though I was now losing control of the conversation.
"Consequences! What consequences?"
"Lucy and Luke. They are my Master and Mistress's happy consequences cj.
It's customary for the loving couple to 'get busy' after the matter of the
cuckold is settled. And knowing Master Jackson and your lovely Wife the way I
do. They will soon get very busy indeed."
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| "... They will soon get very busy indeed." |
Suddenly, on that warm and sunny day, I felt cold, headachey and a little nauseous.