Knowing that her legs are wide open for her Master's deep penetration. Knowing that her pills are still in the bathroom cabinet. Knowing that she is in her most fertile time of the month, and knowing that his seed will flood into her again and again throughout their long night of mating would make most husbands weep. But not the True Cuckold, because he understands the Natural Order.
Cuckold Niall says:
I have long since understood my Wife Nancy's need for more than I can give her and have stood aside so many times as each of her Lover's have taken her upstairs to our bed. But in the early days of my cuckolding, sometimes it wasn't easy to watch and listen.
Nancy is normally a very confident and quiet sort of lady but it came as a shock to me the first time that I stood by the bed as her latest Master had her again and again. Her pretty face was creased with the pain and ecstasy of his penetration and thrusting; her screams of passion were profound and loud, and her language would have shocked a dockside whore.
But at the end of the night she was still my sweet natured Wife, so I, as her cuckolded husband, finally understood the power of the call of The Natural Order - and long may it be so.
Chapter Twenty Three - Mede Manor - Part Two
"My Mistress tells me that you both
have a present for me Master," I said to Jackson as I entered the shower
where he was washing his dark brown body in order to freshen up for the night
of celebrations ahead.
"Hey cj!" he exclaimed - without answering my implied question
"did she tell you to come and help me get ready for tonight too?"
"Yes Master!" I replied, now feeling more and more at ease with
referring to my Wife's Lover in that way. And why wouldn't I? It was just a few
hours before, back in my own house, that I had declared my total submission to
him and my Wife Elaine, and as proof I had taken his large manhood in my mouth
and pleasured him so to demonstrate that I was the type of cuckold who should
be totally obedient to his Master.
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| ... so
to demonstrate that I was the type of cuckold who should be totally obedient to his Master. |
'Isn't it odd that so much sexual
pleasure can be gained from the heady mixture of nakedness and hot water,' I thought as I stepped in under the rain of warm and cleansing
water. Grabbing a piece of soap from the rack, and without asking I immediately
knelt down before my Master and lathered up the small, slippery and perfumed
bar. Unprompted, I immediately started to wash his feet in what I hoped was a
display of my subservience, making sure that I kept my gaze downwards in
deference to him.
"You are truly getting the idea of all this aren't you cj," said
Master quietly as I lifted myself up and washed his calves and strong thighs as
his member swung just millimetres from my nose.
"I think so too Master," I replied, without pausing in my work,
"and if you would like to turn about I shall wash your back and your
bottom now." He complied with my request and very soon my hands were
rubbing slippery soap all over his back and his hard arse cheeks.
I turned him about again and commenced to do the same to his chest and his hard
'six pack' stomach muscles, making sure that every part of the surface of his
body was clean. Looking down at his manhood and heavy balls, I asked, "Do
you want me to wash you down there Master?"
"Of course cj!" he replied, "but we don't have time for fun and
games. We have a little celebration to attend in just under an hour. Just a
gentle wash will do."
I was neither relieved or disappointed that he only wanted to be cleaned 'down
there' but I still experienced that little frisson of guilt that I, as a
formerly happily married man, was now content to wash the sexual organs of the
man who was now fucking my Wife. That 'little frisson' inevitably transferred
itself to my consciousness at the very moment that my hands closed around his
member and I felt the soft warmth of his flaccid cock; and in consequence my
own 'little chap' started to fill out the black penis restraint that I had kept
on whilst in the shower. 'Am I turning gay?'
Master said very little as I quickly lathered his soft fleshy organ but he did
notice that my little restraint had suddenly assumed a new position on my
groin. "You know that's quite normal for cuckolds," he remarked as I
sprayed water from the shower head onto his groin in order to rinse off the soap.
"What is Master?"
"Most hubbies who have gone down your road of submission have little
erections when intimately serving their Masters," he said nonchalantly,
"but it doesn't mean that they have become gay."'Fuck! He's
reading my mind again. How does he do that?'
"Really Master!" I said with fake nonchalance, because I wanted to
hear more without seeming too eager.
"But I guess that you were thinking that already," he responded,
"you being a bit of a philosopher and everything."
'Fuck!'
"No Master," I lied. "And me a philosopher? I don't think
so!"
Master stepped out of the shower, took a towel from a nearby shelf and started
to dry himself. Looking up from drying his crotch he replied, "Of course
you are cj. Just think about it. Within the space of six days you have gone
from husband to cuckold without any major upsets to any of us. Apart from your
little ladyboyfriend Alana when you told her that you wouldn't give her away at
her cuckold wedding tomorrow."
"Alana is not my Girlfriend, or Boyfriend for that matter," I
responded quickly as I unfastened my restraint with the key that Master had
silently presented to me just seconds before, "He is my best friend."
"Maybe so cj," he replied, "but you don't get here so quickly
and so profoundly without a strong sense of the philosophical. And that is why
your Wife and I think that we are so lucky in having you as our cuckold. You
are special!"
"Special? I don't think so." I replied, not knowing if I had just
been complimented or insulted.
"Oh and another thing cj," he said before I could continue with my
counter argument, "once you have washed yourself and your restraint, put
it back on. John did tell you about the rule for cuckolds here didn't he?"
"Of course Master!"
The room fell silent for a few minutes as we both went about our ablutions only
to be interrupted by the loud voice of my Wife Elaine (Mistress) from the
bedroom of the suite. "While you two men are philosophizing our guests are
starting to arrive."
"Our guests?" I asked Master as I snapped the lock closed on my
little restraint and handed him his key.
"All of your friends cj," he said smiling at me, "and they are
coming here for you. To wish you well as you surrender your Wife to me."
I stopped open mouthed, suddenly concerned at who knew about my new status. My
voice shook as I asked,"What? Surrender? I thought that I had already done
that."
Jackson's (sorry, Master's) laughter at my nervousness continued as we entered
the bedroom where Elaine (sorry, Mistress) was leaning against the door waiting
for us. She looked beautiful and very desirable in the short thin dress (I
think it was a dress but it looked more like a nightie) that was tied up at her
neck. She was clearly naked beneath the dress so I asked the obvious question, "Are
you wearing that for the celebration Mistress? It doesn't leave anything to the
imagination."
She smiled at my question and replied, "No cj! You and I are going to be
dressed alike."
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| "No
cj! You and I are going to be dressed alike." |
"Isn't that a bit feminine for
me?" I asked in an attempt at humour.
"No cj," she replied with a gentle smile on her pretty face,
"that would be pretty tasteless wouldn't it."
I felt better at this answer and looked around the bedroom for our clothes.
"Are we going in fancy dress then?" I asked naively.
"No Dear," Mistress replied as she undid the cord at her neck and
dropped the dress to the floor, "We are both going as we are."
"As we are?" I asked incredulously, "But we are both standing
here in the nude. You said that you had present for me. Is this it? Because as
presents go it leaves a lot to be desired."
Mistress brought her lovely nakedness over to me and put her hands on my
shoulders in a gesture that was designed to calm me and promote a common bond
between us.
"This is not the present silly!" she said as she smiled tenderly at
me, "This is our moment!"
"Moment?"
"When we declare ourselves as Master's."
"Master's what?" I asked, while at the same time enjoying Elaine's
naked nearness.
"His!" She replied, struggling for a suitable, or more defined
description of our situation. "His ........"
"Belongings? Property? Stuff?" I asked, fully aware of my sarcasm.
She ignored my testy question and said, "we go to him naked, without any
inhibitions or pride. We are declaring our total commitment to him and he to
us. We are telling the world that we are now his and that he is ours. Master,
Mistress and cuckold. Besides, you have already made this obligation to us both
and now is the time to make good on that little speech you made this morning.
'I am the kind of man who should have a Master,' you said; now show us that you
mean it."
I responded forcefully to Elaine's little speech, much to her annoyance.
"And I meant it - every word, but to stand naked in front of strangers and
declare that I am less than a man is another matter."
I could see the anger leave her face as she decided to take the argument to the
next level. "They are not strangers James," she replied - using my
real name so I knew that she was serious, "and they know it already."
I felt a cold wind blow through me as I asked the obvious question, "Who's
coming?"
We must have made an odd sight. A naked man and his equally naked Wife arguing
about a celebration of his cuckoldry and her dedication to her Lover. I suppose
that such a situation would come under the heading of 'You Couldn't Make It
Up'; but that is what we did and we both knew that I was beaten and that my
little difficulty was just a token to remind everybody that I am still here.
"Our neighbours, Sheila, Mr Obinga and her husband Jack have just
arrived," answered Mistress, but there were more to come. "Your Boss
Josh, his Wife and her Lover Charles, and ...."
"Wait a minute,"I interjected before she could continue, "are
you telling me that Josh Freeman is a cuckold too and that my work colleague is
her Boyfriend."
"Why do you think Charles lodges with Josh, and commutes all the way out
to Brentwood?" asked a now very smiling and triumphant Elaine
"I thought that it was because they all got on so well together."
"Oh they get on very, very well," she replied.
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| "Oh they get on very, very well,". |
"Who else then," I asked.
Dreading the answer.
"Gwen and Charlie, our other neighbour."
"Do you mean our devout, churchgoing, Friday Night Black Man's Party
Slaver next door chums are coming to this little festival of Wittols?" I
asked.
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| "Do
you mean our devout, churchgoing, Friday Night Black Man's Party Slaver next door chums are coming to this little festival of Wittols?" |
"If you must put it that way, then
yes! But what's a 'Wittol' by the way?" she asked.
"It's an old English name for a cuckold. I thought you knew."
"And that's why the little beach down there is called 'Whittlesea
Bay'," said Master as he fastened his tie, "you don't think that this
is a modern phenomenon do you. Young Wives have been meeting their Lovers on
this beach since the Roman times."
Our little contretemps finished suddenly as we turned to look at our Master,
now dressed immaculately in a black suit and waistcoat. The suit was perfect
for the moment; his red silk tie and highly polished black shoes was a clear
statement of who he was and I knew that when we stepped out before our friends
and others, there would be no doubt in their minds as to who was Master and who
was cuckold.
"I've had a call from Luke," he said while looking at his phone,
"Joanne's waters have broken and they are on their way to St Guys
Hospital. Pity though! I was hoping that my Brother would be here for our
'engagement'."
Elaine went over to him and pressed her body against his as she said, "but
you will have a nephew soon my Love! That should make up for it."
The moment was of pure tenderness as Master kissed my naked Wife on her forehead in reply to her encouraging words and the room fell silent for a moment as we thought of cuckold Terry and his Wife Joanne who was about to give birth to Luke's (her Master) second child.
With reluctance, Master eased himself away from Mistress' tender embrace and said, "time to go. Come over here please cj and hold still."
Intrigued, I stepped forward to stand before him.
From his pocket Master produced a gold 'snake pattern' chain of approximately four feet in length with a loop on one end and a small clip on the other. Like an obedient little dog I lifted my chin and waited patiently for Master to secure the spring clip to the gold collar around my neck. I had been expecting such a moment that would be a manifestation of my surrender to the better man so as the clip snapped closed I did not complain or ask why - I was a cuckold - I already knew the reason why. And my little black restraint suddenly started to feel just a touch tighter.
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| And my
little black restraint suddenly started to feel just a touch tighter. |
I was going to my fate as a cuckolded submissive enslaved husband and, after
having pretended to be a real man for most of my life, I now wanted the world
to know that I am not. I didn't know what embarrassments and humiliations the
evening had before me but I was now ready to face it all and, if necessary,
face it down. I had my Wife with me, equally vulnerable to ridicule, and the
man that I had come to accept as my 'Master'; they, I knew, would support me if
my courage failed and I felt a strong sense of love for them both as we reached
the bottom of the stairs.
Before us stood Jenny, the lady of Mede Manor looking decades younger than her
forty odd years.
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| ...
looking decades younger than her forty odd years. |
Jenny's smile grew wider as she stepped forward and kissed me gently on the
lips as her beautiful full breasts caressed the skin of my chest through the
flimsy 'whatever it was' that she was wearing.
"They said that you were special James," she said as she looked deep into my eyes. I could tell that she was assessing me using her many, many years of experience of Black Masters their Mistresses and their cuckolds, but I didn't mind, because I could see that she was such a lovely person in more ways than one.
"Are you ready?" she asked us, to which we all nodded in
confirmation. "Okay now! John is going give a small speech first and then
I shall take you in through those curtains, "she said pointing to a set of
red drapes nearby."
We continued to stand without talking while we could hear Jenny's husband
welcoming his guests and then say, "Tonight we have a particularly happy
event for us all gathered here. This evening we introduce a newly committed
trio who have found love, companionship and acceptance. Ladies and gentlemen,
please allow me to introduce our beloved friend and graduate from Mede Manor,
Jackson - and his new lady, Elaine and their cuckold james. So please welcome
them into our midst."
After Jenny, I led our way as we stepped through the curtain and out onto a
small, low stage to be greeted by the loud sound of hand clapping. Master
followed me with my chain still in his hand and Elaine quickly followed after
him. I looked nervously out at the audience but surprisingly felt little
embarrassment at my nakedness. They all knew me, who I was and, more
importantly, why I was there.
I scanned the room as the clapping started to fade away and looked for the one
person who mattered most of all, other than Master and Mistress. My eyes
alighted on Madeleine and the now sizeable bump in her tummy, her Master -
Bruno, but I could not see Alan, Maddie's husband, my hitherto best friend who
had found that the path to femininity was his way of handling his cuckolding
and who now wanted to be known as Alana.
I held my hand over my eyes to cut out the light coming onto the stage but
still she wasn't there; then I looked to my right and standing close, away from
Maddie and Bruno, there she was. As pretty as a picture, she was staring at me
with an inscrutable look on her face and she did not look at all happy at my
'coming out'.
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| ... and she did not look at all happy at my 'coming out'. |