I think that would be a very good idea.

 

“You know it would. But would it change your mind?”

“I guess it would if your little willy grew another eight inches, you could stay inside me for longer than ten seconds and you could do it more than once in a night. Only then would I think about being a faithful Wife to you.”

“Oh i see! Then i had better help you get ready for your date with him tonight.”

“Yes cucky! I think that would be a very good idea.”

In a cuckold's mind's eye

 

A good cuckold will not hurry home from work if he knows his Wife is entertaining her Lover. It is always better to let Nature take its wonderful course without disturbing its glorious process.

Cuckold Reflections

 

Cuckold Quentin says:

When Jaqueline, my Wife, told me that her new Lover Abebe doesn't have a very large bedroom at the apartment that he shares with two brothers, she asked me if i could fix up something permanent for them both.

"Is it privacy you want?" I asked her.

"Not necessarily," she replied. "All we need is somewhere that we can be comfortable together and my head and shoulders can be supported as he powers his big brown shaft into me."

"No problem!" i responded. And the very next day we went out together to buy a good quality bolster cushion that stretched across the sofa we had in our lounge.

"There!" i exclaimed. "Just what you and Abebe need."

"And you are the best cuckold that ever lived," she said as she led her naked Black Lover by the hand to 'test-drive' the new arrangement.

"That's what we do Mistress," I said - my voice happy with pride in my emasculated status.

 

The Story of Elaine, Jackson, and cuckold james.

 Chapter 25. The Day of the Wedding - Part One

 

Hours later, I could still feel Alana’s soft and intimate tongue on my ‘little man’ despite my cage having been ‘re-secured' moments after ejaculating into her pretty mouth. Not only had the delightful orgasm that she had treated me to rocked my own little world, the thought that it was my best friend Alan who had done so had disorientated me emotionally. And the secret smile on her face as she had left me naked in the Library told me that she knew it. And why was I now thinking of him now as ‘her’?

The evening had ended for me after Master and Mistress had decided that the bedroom upstairs exerted a strong pull on their emotions and desire that could not be denied. Having returned to them from the Library with my little restraint back on my penis, I tried to catch Alan’s eye but she was deeply ensconced in the sanctuary of Bruno and Madeleine's little circle and deliberately did not look my way.

I felt a little disconcerted at Alana's blanking of me but I understood the reason why. While these were strange times for me, they were even stranger for her – him – whatever! Although I had always thought that Alan and I were not the usual beer-swilling football supporters, I had never thought that he had ‘man on man’ sexual tendencies, but on the other hand a week ago I would not have considered fellating my Wife's Black Lover a normal heterosexual activity. I had abandoned my manliness to a life-changing state of sexual emasculation.

That night, Elaine and Jackson's lovemaking had changed from the free-wheeling, rampant and, in many ways, selfish pleasure-seeking ‘f*ck at all costs’ athletics, to a gentle love-making. She had held his eyes with a warm gaze as she had had laid back on the bed to open her long legs and smile in welcome as his dark fleshy pole had entered her. Her sigh of joy at his penetration echoed his own gasp of delight as he felt her warm vagina engulf his rock hard manhood. A manhood, it musty be said, that was rock hard due to my attentions with my tongue and gentle fingers.

Little was said between us, my Wife and her Master, knew what they were doing and why. I, the cuckold, knew it too – although the new purpose of their mating had only been announced to me, and all others in that hall that evening. But if I needed any reminding of their mission, the little packet of 'Microgynon 30’ that I had been given was the prompt – not that I needed one.

It had been early morning after their lovemaking had waned and sleep had overcome us. Like the dutiful husband/cuckold that I was, I had slurped and cleaned Elaine’s labia and vagina entrance conscientiously as well as resurrecting Jackson's member at least three times before I lost count. And each time I heard Master roar in triumph as his seed erupted, I was fully aware that this may be the moment when he impregnated my Wife. It should have been a deeply unsettling thought, but for a reason unknown to me - then, it was not; but it would not be until weeks later would I fully understand just what the Natural Order was in reality.

As I had, the previous morning, I arose while the two Lover’s were still asleep, and went to use the bathroom. As I had the previous morning, I looked out of the window across the sea and the beach below and marvel at the colours of the green hills, golden sand, and azure blue sea. It was early for a Sunday morning, but because the weather had remained warm, there were people already on the beach – fully naked and going places. And I was curious to know where.

And I was curious to know where.

I finished my ablutions, crept in to the bedroom and quietly put on a pair of sandals, and short trousers over my restraint – I was decent enough to face the world. I made my way to the bench overlooking the beach where John and I had sat the day before where he had opened my eyes to the realities of being a cuckold and his part of, what did he call it? The Natural Order, that was it! And the mission he and his Wife Jennifer had embarked upon to pair vigorous Black Lovers to unsatisfied Wives.

I sat in the sun for about an hour, watching the naked couple meet up with some others who were then joined by young and heavily hung Black Men who immediately started to make moves on the Ladies in full view of their husbands. It was a happy scene as each couple headed for the dunes behind, the sea to splash and have fun prior to making love somewhere on the sand or under the tower.

... somewhere on the sand ...

Each cuckold had known exactly what their Wives were there for and sat peacefully chatting together in small groups while keeping an eye on the Ladies and their enjoyment. ‘This is cuckolding on an industrial scale,’ I thought. And my revelation was confirmed seconds later as the sweet voice of Jennifer Smith interrupted my thinking.

“You know James,” she said as she parked her nice round arse on the bench beside me, “there seems to be more and more each year.”

“Husbands like me, you mean?”

“Of course Dear!”

“Where have they come from?” I asked.

“Oh! All over.” she replied. “Many come down from London for the day. Some are locals, and others from – well – all over.”

“And the Black Guys,” I asked as I watched yet another newly arrived young Wife disappear from her husband's view with a particularly ‘hung' young stud.

“Our students,” Jennifer replied with obvious pride, “we let them loose in their last year before  graduation. But didn't you see all this last week?”

“I looked, but didn't see,” was my truthful reply.

Jennifer's nose wrinkled as she smiled sympathetically and replied, “Of course cj. I fully understand.”

After an half-hour in the sun, I was not in the mood to go down to the beach; I would have been out of place in such a happy orgiastic setting anyway. And in my obsession with the ‘goings on' I could feel that I had mild sunburn on my shoulders and neck.

“Walk with me James (not cj?),” Jennifer said, “I want to talk about Alana.”

We stood and turned, but not before we caught the sight of one of the young Wives adjusting and then locking her husband's penis cage.

“Love is a many-splendored thing – don't you think cj?” Jennifer asked, referring to that old film and Andy Williams song.

“Love is a many-splendored thing ..."

“It certainly is Jenny,” I responded thoughtfully, “especially when sacrifices are made.”

“Just to be sure cj,” she said while walking back to the house beside me, “all, or most, of those hubbies down there on that beach are very happy to make them.”

“Why?”

“You ask me that, when your own little willy is under lock and key?” she responded – with a question.

“I'm still trying to understand just what has happened to me.”

She stopped and turned to face me; with the beautiful manor house behind her, she told me something that I should have already realised but had failed to do so. “Just as you have, they have realised that they are failing sexually, and that their Wives deserve the best; so they find solace in the reality of their love of the superior male Lover ...”

“The Black Lover?” I interjected.

“Of course! Naturally! And that is why they – and you – have chosen to wear the cuckold's restraint.” She stopped for a second to look unblinking into my eyes. “And you like wearing yours – just as they do. I'm right aren't I?”

I did like wearing my plastic restraint. It felt comforting and in quiet moments I had looked for different types; in fact I had ordered a small metal cage that I was hoping to trial the following week.

“You are Mistress,” I replied, suddenly realising the reason , or reasons, that I had accepted my cuckolding so easily, “I do like wearing it. I like the physical comfort of it and the emotional significance of it.”

“And that is?”

“My complete subjugation by my lovely Wife and her Master. I have become accustomed to my new life so quickly that the cage has become a welcome emblem of that enslavement,” I replied, smiling and relieved that I had got this statement off my chest to someone, outside of my immediate circle, who would understand my feelings.

Jennifer smiled back at me and raised her arm to put it around my back and manoeuvre me up the steps of the house, but as she touched my skin I yelled in pain. ‘Brilliant! You idiot!’ I thought – you have sunburn. I had sat too long in the sun.

“Oh you silly boy,” Jennifer exclaimed, with a worried frown creasing her pretty forehead. “Let's get some Calamine on your shoulders.”

Josie had heard Jennifer's, albeit concerned, tender, and much deserved, reproach for my stupidity and stood waiting at the top medical room with a bottle of the White fluid in one hand and a swab of cotton wool in the other.

Her broad Yorkshire accent was comforting as she dabbed the cool chalky liquid onto my shoulders and neck. “I thought you were very dignified last night cj,” she said as the pain and itching started to recede, “I only wish that my own hubby had been as gentle and understanding as you.”

“Are you still married?” I asked.

“Legally – yes. But I have my own Master now. This place is my home, and Henry's loving has given me the stability that my teenage daughters and I need.”

“Jenny says that you and Henry ...” I remembered Kevin's words, “... have gone into production.”

Josie laughed aloud. “I was married for fifteen years to a drunken idiot who nearly killed a young couple by drunk driving. So when a man like Henry comes along and wants you as his mate – YOU MATE! Whenever he wants, however he wants, and wherever he wants.”

“Sounds extreme.”

“Not If you love the Natural Order. And I do! All of it! Just like your pretty Missus, Elaine.”

“You know her?” I asked – suddenly curious to know what this no-nonsense Yorkshire Lady knew.

“Not really, except that there are a lot of Wives here who are very jealous.”

“Jealous? Why?”

“Because she has bagged one of the biggest most handsome studs here at the Manor,” Josie replied. “No wonder she wants him to grow his seed inside her.”

“As does he,” I added.

“Hell of a thing for you to find out. Standing naked in front of all your friends with your little willy all caged up,” she commented as she handed me my tee shirt and screwed the top back on the bottle of Calamine.

“I'm a cuckold, Josie,” I replied. “And a cuckold accepts.”

“Accepts what cj?”

“The Natural Order of course.”

“So you're ready to see Elaine’s flat little tummy swell, and those pretty breasts of hers fill with milk?”

Her words struck me like a brick. Of course this would happen to my lovely Wife. Jackson would put a tiny replica (or replicas) of himself inside her, of that there was no doubt. And then I thought, ‘or has he done so already. Is that why they were in such a hurry to ‘out me’ as a cuckold? Did it matter that we had made love on Monday night? Was my Wife already carrying another man's child that night? Have I become the ‘complete’ cuckold so soon? Like Alan? Are they going to tell me soon? Would they even bother?’

These questions flashed through my mind in an instant as the nice, but forthright, Yorkshire Lady turned away to place the bottle back in the medicine cabinet. But I had made my choice to submit to my emasculation as many have done before me, so my answer to her was the same. “A cuckold readily accepts, Mistress!”

“A cuckold readily accepts, Mistress!”

“Good boy,” Josie said quietly in my ear as Jennifer walked back into the room.

“And what are you two talking about?” Jennifer asked as she inspected my white chalky shoulders.

“Our friend readily accepts his new life,” Josie replied.

I stood up and moved to leave, but Jennifer stood in my way and said, “Now tell me about you and Alana.”

She swung around and left the room, nevertheless leaving me in no doubt that I was obliged to follow. We walked together down the long corridor where my room was located and stopped. “What do you want to know?” I asked.

“What is she to you, James?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don't answer a question with another question, cuckold,” was her stern response.

Her well proportioned breasts heaved in indignation and her eyes flashed with impatience, so I chose a courageous course of action – and surrendered.

“He – she – used to be my best friend – or still is – I think,” I stuttered.

“You're a gay couple?”

“What? NO!”

She looked surprised, and I must have looked confused, because she then muttered, “Oh I just thought ....” And let her voice trail away.

I needed to explain. “It wasn't until a couple of nights ago that I discovered that my best friend Alan now wants to be called Alana. Until then he  was my best friend – my football mate – my drinking buddy.”

“And how do you feel about that James?”

“I don't know how I feel.”

“Are you attracted to her?”

“Alan? F*ck No! But Alana is ......” I couldn't finish the sentence.

“Pretty?”

That was it! She was pretty. Dressed and made up she looked very feminine; even her little pink penis was pretty.

“Yes!” I responded in a moment of clarity, “I guess I am attracted to her.”

“But not to him?”

“Christ no!”

“Has anything happened between you?”

All of a sudden I felt uneasy. What was the hidden meaning of her question? Did she know what Alana and I had done in the Library less than twelve hours before? I would not know the answer to that question for ten years or more but that morning all I knew was that Jennifer was a very insightful Woman. So I decided to lie.

“No! Why?”

She smiled, but her eyes showed disbelief as she replied, “Okay! We'll leave it at that. We both need to dress.” before leaving me to return to Josie’s small office/reception/medical room.

Elaine was pulling up her french-knickers over her long lovely legs as I entered our room, and just for a second I felt that rush of natural desire, which was almost immediately dispersed by the sudden restriction of the physical restraint on my ‘little man’.

I felt that rush of natural desire, ...

She saw me and looked up. “Oh there you are cj! Maddie needs you to help Alana prepare for the ceremony – so upstairs with you to their room. She has the suit you shall be wearing for the ceremony – you can change there.”

I climbed the old, wide staircase to the upper floor of the mansion and paused just before knocking on the door to Madeleine, Bruno, and Alana's room. I was undecided, and held back instinctively knowing that by the end of that day my life was going to take yet another turn in a certain, but unspecified, direction.

I entered quietly and saw Maddie sat at the dressing table in her tiny knickers making very technical adjustments to her hair and make-up. Her pretty face showed some strain as she struggled to position herself in the chair to obtain a comfortable position that her extended belly and bare breasts were preventing.

“Can I help Mistress?” I asked.

“Oh there you are James,” she said without turning, “come over here and help me.”

“Are you having difficulties?”

“Yes little man. My breasts keep getting in the way, so I want you to come and hold them out of the way while I finish preparing for our ceremony,” was her answer – to which I stood open-mouthed and confused.

“You want me to hold your breasts?”

“That's right. Come on get over here and help me.”

“You're my best friend's Wife,” I muttered as I manoeuvred around behind her. “It's a bit inappropriate isn't it?”

“If you were a man like my Bruno or your Wife's Master then it would be. But you’re a cuckold slave, so it isn't inappropriate – is it!”

So that was it. I was no longer a man in my Wife's best friend's mind. I was something to be used as she saw fit; and me holding her bare breasts had absolutely no sexual implication at all. And I knew her to be correct in her assumption.

“No Mistress,” I replied, as I wondered what Alana would say if she were to walk in the room at that moment. I stood with those soft warm globes in each hand for approximately three minutes before asking the pretty blond where my best friend was.

“She's in the shower room with Master Bruno”, was her terse reply as a final layer of eye shadow was applied. A minute later she had finished and told me to release my hold.

“You can let my big milk-sacks and go,” she had said. “Now take those things off and join the others in the shower.”

“Yes Mistress!”

“And James?”

“Yes Mistress?”

She turned to me and smiled. “Thanks!”

I entered the shower room after abandoning my clothes on the floor and walked naked towards the shower cubicle. The shapes of the  two figures inside were diffused by the water on the glass screen but I could discern the large dark mahogany coloured body of Bruno standing upright with his hands on his hips and the smaller pink body of Alana kneeling at his feet. I stood and waited patiently for my, now feminized, best friend to say something – but it was the big strong Black Man’s voice that filled the room.

“Hey cj!” Bruno called – his voice loud, above the sound of the spraying water, “get in here and help your little friend out for a while.”

I slid back the glazed door and looked in. It was a spacious area for washing oneself and was clearly designed for two (or three) to freshen themselves or to have fun. Clearly John and Jennifer Smith has thought of everything in their mission to give pretty Wives some very happy memories.

Alana was naked, at Bruno's feet, and dispensing pleasure to her Master whose dark manhood stood out horizontally from his groin. Her slim fingers brushed and swept up and down the thick member as her delicate lips kissed the bulbous round glans in a tender gesture of submission. She was showing her devotion in a very unmistakable way, and I could tell from her demeanour that her attentions were not a chore; she was enjoying what she was doing.

She looked up at my entrance, turned to me and gave me the sweetest of smiles, and then turned back to her Master's big manhood. Gradually it rose from the horizontal to the vertical as Alana worked expertly, increasing his pleasure with each lick, kiss, stroke and deep devouring into her throat.

Groans and sighs emanated from the big Black Stud as Alana worked her magic, until finally he pulled Alana's head down onto his cock and immediately started thrusting the hardened organ into her mouth and tonsils. She was being used like a back-street whore. As an instrument of gratification – a toy for his pleasure, and eventually a vessel within which to deposit his semen.

Bruno roared, grunted, and then roared again as each pulse of his thick member streamed his potent seed into the mouth and throat of the feminized cuckold kneeling before him. Again and again his rod spurted, and repeatedly she took his salty cream down her throat without a drop being spilt on the floor of the shower or down her dainty lips and chin.

Bruno stepped away to enable his softened member to fall out of her mouth and moved alongside me to look down at the still kneeling Alana.

“Alana needs you to help her for the wedding,” he said as he eased past me to reach for a nearby towel.

“Yes Master,” I replied – at which his eyebrows raised in appreciation.

“Are you okay?” I asked Alana, slightly worried that she might be in a high emotional state – or worse.

“Of course!” she replied.

“Do you do that for him often?”

“Yes! Of course! More now that Maddie is getting closer to giving birth,” she replied. “Before, it was just once or twice a week. Now it's every morning.”

“That's heavy,” I exclaimed.

Alana looked puzzled as she said, “Why do you say that James? I like doing that for him. In fact I love it. It's just natural for someone like us to show our affection for our Master’s.”

“Well it looked pretty heavy,” was my double-entendre response, to which she giggled; not like my friend Alan – more like my new ........ Girlfriend???????

She stood, moved under the shower jets, and turned to face me as streams of water coursed down her pink shoulders, arms, body, and little penis.

Penis? It was unrestrained, naked, tiny and floppy, like a tiny pink prawn on top of a small pink sack. It was just as pretty as it had been the other evening, when it had been released into the world.

“Aren't you going to wash me, James?”

“Wash you? Is that what I am here for?” I said.

“To prepare me for the wedding. I need to be clean and pretty - and, as you are giving me away, it's your job to make sure I am ready for the big day ahead.”

Leaning towards her, I grabbed the sponge and bottle of liquid soap from the rack behind Alana's shoulder, suddenly aware that my free hand had brushed the tip of the pink penis that, even now, was reacting to my almost naked presence.

“Sorry!” I exclaimed as I felt Alana suddenly flinch.

She remained silent for a second, and then asked, “Was that on purpose James?”

“No!” I replied honestly. “But, I don't know why you jumped. It's not the first time is it.”

“These things need getting used to.”

She had said just what I had been thinking. In reality, I was standing naked with my best friend, in a shower, with my caged ‘Tiny Tim' less than an inch from his own. And momentarily there was a close moment between us. My (very) unique best friend and I; two Cuckold’s who had chosen to face their unmanning in different ways and were now patiently exploring their new relationship - whatever it was.

“Then I had better get busy,” was my response as I knelt before her and started to wash her feet. And as I did so, I knew that I was beginning to enjoy my ‘slave routine'.

Alana spread her legs for me to wash her thighs, that were now as soft as a young Woman’s from repetitive wax hair removal, exfoliation, and applications of sweet smelling unguents. She had very pretty legs, did my best friend; and she was about to show me just how much she was ‘getting used to it’.

I was concentrating my attention to her dainty knees when I became aware that she had eased her groin forward slightly, so when I looked up eventually, my face came into contact with her little pencil-dick. Her pretty face had a happy mischievous look to it as she placed her hand behind my head to press the tiny stiff flesh against my own. I knew what she wanted, so there was only one thing a cuckold slave should do in such circumstances, and that was to welcome it’s round purple glans onto my tongue – again!

 

 

I like to remind you

“You like teasing me don’t you Dear.”

“Yes! But you know why don’t you.”

“Not really. i thought you did it for your own pleasure. i guess it’s no more than a tubby caged cuckold should expect.”

“I like to remind you that you are an inferior man from time to time. And to let you see just what my Boyfriend gets to appreciate so very often. But yes, I do get great pleasure from teasing and humiliating you.”

“So do i Dear.”

 

You Know i Love To Serve You

 

“I see by the crumpled bed that he has been here all night.” 

“Mmmm. It was wonderful. I lost count after three I was so turned on.” 

“Do you want me to get down and soothe your pussy? It looks a little red and sore.” 

“Oh yes please. But you need to know that some of his seed is still in there.” 

“No problem. You know i love to serve you after a night with your Lover.” 

“Yes I do, my semen slurping sissy cuckold. I most certainly do.” 

The Wonderful International Language of Cuckoldry

Un petit selfie pour mon mari , il adore avant que je lui raconte tout en détails 

..........….

A little selfie for my husband, he loves it before I tell him all the details….
 

In a cuckold's mind's eye

 

I know she's on a date tonight with a man she's very keen on, but when my Wife told me that she was going to ask him to take her to bed, then I knew I was no longer the man I was - thankfully.

The Beauty of the Natural Order

 

What we see here is the affinity between pretty white Wives, Fiancées, and Girlfriends and the masculinity of the young Black Master. The beauty of the Natural Order is presented to us in the delightful picture of Jodie, Wife of Mr Martin Littleman, and Rosanna, the Fiancée of Mr Jeremy Softrod, with their new Master, Henri Jackson. 

At Black Master plc, we congratulate Jodie and Martin on the news that Jodie is now expecting twins in June of next year. Her dedication to Henri, as his Mistress, has been exemplarary, as has Martin's own disciplined approach to his sexual emasculation. It is noteworthy that Martin has worn a 'Reductor' penis cage for the whole five years that Jodie was Henri's 'Pleasure Mistress', only removing it for hygiene purposes when his Wife was with Henri in their marriage bed - mostly every night if he could find it. 

Now that Jodie is carrying Henri's children inside her, we salute Jeremy Softrod for volunteering his Fiancée, Rosanna, to step in as Mr Jackson's new 'Pleasure Mistress'. Jodie, of course, shall continue in her new capacity as 'Breeding Mistress'. 

Jodie, and Rosanne reflect all that is good in the Natural Order; their devotion to keeping their Master satisfied and pleasured are a credit to the Order. 

Likewise Martin and Jeremy's acceptance of their profound cuckolding has earned them the Black Master plc 'Wittol's Medal of Honour' which they can hang from their own penis restraints by its pink ribbon.

Cuckolds in art and cartoon

 

Cuckolding of husbands has never been a 'new thing'. It is as old as time and will be forever, so I say we should sit back and enjoy our unmanning
......

A cuckold should never be left in any doubt as to who is in charge of their marriage. 

.....

All cuckolds are 'good boys'. That's why we are willingly emasculated and rejoice in our lovely Wives' many affairs.

Our Private Arrangement

 

It’s our little private arrangement between my Wife, her Lover and me. We call it our ‘We don’t mind’ arrangement. i don’t mind that my Wife has a well hung Black Lover. My Wife doesn’t mind if her Lover takes liberties with her (she quite likes it actually). Her Lover doesn’t mind if she is wearing knickers when he arrives for a date with her (he enjoys ripping them from her sweet young body). And finally we all don’t mind that i like to sit in the corner of the room and watch.

i feel different somehow.

 

“Well it was a fantasy at the time, but now you have been with him i feel different somehow.”

“What do you mean? Aren’t you regretting being cheated on by me with your boss, Jim?”

“I should. But i don’t. When you went upstairs with him last night it felt right somehow. And listening to him having you made me feel humiliated.”

“Oh dear! I promise never to humiliate you again. I shall ring him later and tell him that it’s not going to happen again.”

“No my Angel! You’re not getting it. i loved being humiliated this way. The thought of Jim’s big black pole thrusting inside you was wonderful. i’m afraid you have turned your husband into a cuckold, and he loves it.”

“Well in that case, I think I shall still phone him and make another date for tonight.”

“Oh thank you My Love!”

 

In a cuckold's mind's eye

 

It is one thing for a husband to accept that his Wife enjoys the pleasures of a heavily hung Lover, but when they are both believers in the 'Caring is Sharing' lifestyle, then life can get very, very busy indeed.

Cuckold Reflections

 Cuckold Phillip says: 

Jaqui my Wife and i had a long talk just three weeks after we married; the subject of course was my performance in the bedroom. 

"You see, it's like this Jeff," she said as we sat in bed, in discussion, one night after a long day at work, "the things you do for me when we make love are just not working. I need a strong man who takes his time to arouse me, sends me to heaven, and then finishes powerfully and hard." 

"So what is wrong with me?" i asked her, feeling thoroughly crestfallen and hurt that i hadn't done the right thing by my Wife. 

"I love you Dear," she said, "but I think that my workmate Tomas could do a better job than you. That's if you are prepared to be my cuckold?" 

It took me a further three weeks of tortuous self appraisal and some cold hard truths before i made my decision - the obvious decision. So these days Jaqui has things done to her that do work, that arouses her slowly, are always powerful, and are very, very hard.

The Story of Elaine, Jackson and cuckold james

 Chapter Twenty Four - Mede Manor - Part Three

 

 

Cuckolded, submissive and enslaved. That is what I was - no longer a real man but someone who was displaying to his friends, work colleagues and neighbours his total subjugation to the large Black Man who eased back on the chain attached to the collar around my neck.

"Step back cj," whispered my Wife, "come and kneel at Master's feet and show them all your just how deep is your commitment."

I knew that this was one more act in the total capitulation of my manliness that had been designed by Wife Elaine, who I now call 'Mistress', and her Lover Jackson who I had now acknowledged as my 'Master'. To all intents and purposes, I was showing the world that I was a willing participant in my emasculation.

The introduction by John, the owner of Mede Manor, had been warm and his description of us three as 'a committed trio who have found love, companionship and acceptance (presumably in reference to me)', had seemed a beautifully perfect description of us. "Now please allow me to introduce Jackson and his new Lady - Elaine. And their cuckold - cuckold james," he had gone on to say.

I didn't quite yet have an opinion on the Mede Manor training that Jackson had received, but his description as a 'beloved friend and graduate' from the Manor had clearly had an affect on his ability to have seduced my Wife, make her his Mistress and then gently, with humour, encouragement and kindness, oblige me to become his cuckold. I had been manipulated I knew, but there had been many moments in the six days that had followed since watching Elaine disappear under the beach Watchtower with him and make happy naked love together, that I could have said No! to my cuckolding and make life difficult for them. But I did not, and I knew the answer why; I wanted it! I wanted all of it; the humiliation - the submission - the enslavement - and I wanted everyone to know that I it was something that I desired. And there was no better way than for me to kneel naked, except for my collar and chain, my ankle chain and the black plastic restraint that secured my penis, at the feet of a superior man and for them to see that I now embraced my new way of life.

... at the feet of a superior man and for them to see 
that I now embraced my new way of life.

 

 This was not a 'Lifestyle' I was embarking upon, but a new life in which I am comfortable for everyone to know that I am the lesser man in Elaine's life. 

"Like this Mistress?" I asked as I lowered myself to my knees at Master's feet.

"That's perfect cj," came Elaine's sweet and gentle voice above me as her soft cool hand made contact with the crown of my head in a gesture of affection.

"Nicely done james," commented Master as his own large hand descended onto my left shoulder in reassurance.

I said nothing, but looked out towards the audience as they clapped and cheered, and tried very hard to pick out faces that I knew.

I saw Jack, my next door neighbour kneeling at the feet of his Wife Sheila and their 'lodger' Mr Obinga. 'At least Jack's got his clothes on. Thank Christ!' I thought to myself, 'His rolls of fat would not be a pretty sight."

My immediate Boss, Josh Freemen stood watching me with a smile playing over his lips with a pregnant woman who I assumed was his Wife, who was leaning back in support against my work colleague Charlie, 'Why was everybody calling Charlie - Charles now?' Charlie worked for me at the trading floor, I was his 'Line Manager'; was it because he was Josh's Wife's Lover? Of course it was! This 'happy go lucky' young Black Man from St Kitts was Josh's Master and he appeared to be a 'graduate' from Mede Manor. 'I must call him Charles from now on,' I thought, 'because if he has put that bun in Josh's Wife's oven, then he must be given the respect that he deserves.'

The other Charlie stood with his pretty Wife Gwen as a couple, smiling at me in the way that friendly neighbours do when invited to a party. That said, I don't think that I would want to go to the White Slave parties they attend every Friday night, although she does seem to make a lot of money for our local church. But who am I to stand in judgement? Each to his own, that's what I say!

... although she does seem to 
make a lot of money for our 
local church.

 

The clapping and cheering finally came to a stop and, in response to a slight tug of the chain to my collar, I stood up at last. But there was more to come.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said John in a loud voice to the crowd, "there is one more happy duty to perform." He looked over at me and beckoned me over to the side of the stage. Turning to the crowd, he continued with his little speech. "Dear friends, this little confirmation party or, as some of us would describe it as an engagement party, is more than just a declaration of these three lovely people in their new relationship - it is more than that. It marks a new stage in the three sided relationship. A new beginning if you will."

From his trousers back pocket John produced an envelope which he held out to me. I looked over at Master and Mistress for some guidance but there was none except a glistening of tears in her eyes and a confident smile on Master's.

"What is it?" I asked John as I turned to face him again.

"Open it cj!"

As I took the envelope from him I could feel that it contained something that was clearly not a letter (or a cheque unfortunately). There was a crackling sound coming from inside as I tore open the flap and when I pulled the contents out with my fingers I could see clearly what it was. I felt the blood rush from my head and the strength leave my legs as I looked down at the insignificant sheet of pills in my left hand. They were Elaine's 'Microgynon 30' - her pills - her contraceptive pills. And I stood stock still in the sudden realisation what it meant. She had said that they had a present for me and this was it. Master and Mistress were going into production, like Bruno and Madeleine, Master's brother Luke and his Mistress Joanne. And I was to be in the same position as Alan (Alana) and Terry.

Terry, in the car on the way down to Mede Manor had remarked that this was when most couples 'get busy' after the engagement declaration. And now it was my turn to feel that deep sense of humiliation from knowing that another man was going to make a baby with his Wife. But why the reaction? I instinctively knew that this would moment would occur sooner or later - but it was still a shock. I felt the eyes of everybody in that room upon me as I fought back the tears of embarrassment; I had to do something and not spoil the moment - Master's, Mistress's and my own.

In a voice that was cracked with emotion I thanked John and walked slowly back to Mistress who stood as if a statue, her face still and worried about what I would do next. Instinctively she moved closer to Master who pulled her naked body tight against his side as a form of protection against what he thought I might have in mind, and the crowd in the room suddenly went very, very quiet. They both looked wary at the naked cuckold who clearly had something on his mind as he approached them. I stood before them and looked expressionless into each of their faces, eye to eye - our noses just inches from each other. Mistress's lips quivered at my stare but Master, I could tell, was like a coiled spring, ready to defend his Woman.

This was the moment that all of those in the room, that night would remember for a very long time and would become a part of Mede Manor folklore. With one final look into My Wife's pretty face I dropped to my knees, wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her on her soft belly button. And in that moment everybody knew that I had accepted that Master would be the natural father of our children and that I had succumbed to what is known as the 'Natural Order'. I had broken down the final barrier to being 'Black Owned' by Master.

... I had accepted that Master 
would be the natural father 
of our children.

 

Jackson, the large handsome and well-hung Black Man who had seduced my Wife Elaine and made her his Mistress now knew that the husband of the Woman who now loved him had demonstrated to everyone that the bigger and better man should mate with her. And as the soft warm flesh quivered to the touch of my lips the whole room erupted in loud cheering and clapping.

As I stood up again I felt a new, almost serene, emotion wash over me. Everything was now resolved; the future was set out in front of me. We would be a loving trio and now become a happy family unit in time.

I looked into Mistress's eyes and could see nothing but happiness there as the rivulets of tears that coursed their way down her cheeks and dripped from her chin made her face shine under the lights.

"For Christ's sake cj," remarked Master over the din coming from others in that large room, "you're something else entirely. Aren't you."

"If you go over and talk to my Boss over there," I replied while pointing to Josh and his Wife and Master, "he will be the first to tell you that I never do anything by half."

"As did your Wife," he replied with a big triumphant smile on his face, "when we decided to bring you in to the fold."

"Like a sheep?" I asked, slightly miffed at being thought as too malleable.

"Wrong comparison. Sorry!"

"What then?"

He abandoned his 'sheep' analogy and continued to say, "Elaine said that you would either fight like hell and make life damn difficult for us, or you would embrace it and accept it all."

"Well you certainly know the answer to that one don't you Master."

"We certainly do cj," he replied as he re-clipped his chain back onto my collar, "we certainly do."

Master removed his black jacket and placed it over Mistress's shoulders which he then buttoned up the front to cover her nakedness. Her tears had stopped and she was now looking directly at Master in a different way altogether; there was a look of hunger in her eyes as she gazed back at him. No longer the amused fun look of 'fuck me like a whore'; they had now taken on a smokey look of desire and want - the look that said 'give me your child'.

Master, to his credit, saw in her this new expression of yearning and recognised it immediately. "Later My Love," he said as he leaned in towards her to kiss her on the cheek, " we have a duty towards our guests. It is our party after all."

The pretty pout of her lips told us both that she was okay with this idea, for a while anyway, and that we should now enjoy the gathering in that room. It was then that the bright lights to the stage were extinguished and the lights came on in the room. I had assumed that we had been in a small room as we had entered but the sound of the clapping and cheering when I had kissed Elaine's tummy had indicated that this was not so. We were in the hall of the Manor and there were approximately one hundred people there, and they were all smiling at us.

Master, Mistress and myself walked out into the midst of handsome black faces, pretty white faces and the faces of husbands, cuckolds, who accompanied them. It was Jenny who walked with us into the room and made the introductions. "This is Denise," she said, introducing a very pretty and very pregnant dark haired girl, "and her Master Damien, who is also a graduate from the Mede Academy." I shook their hands but the strength of Damien's big dark hand nearly broke my fingers, "And of course, their cuckold - David." I shook his hand to.

"Another bites the dust," he said without any sense of bitterness or rancour, "that was me just eight months ago james."

"They call me cj now," I replied, wanting to get off on the right foot.

"cj eh? cuckold james! Is that your name forever?"

"Seems that way cd," I replied smiling back at his wide grin.

"cuckold david!" he said - still smiling, "it definitely has a ring to it. Just like the ring to my cucky-cage."

"it definitely has a ring to it. Just like the ring 
to my cucky-cage."

 

The beautiful Jenny moved us on and through the crowd to meet others. Other Wives, their Black Lovers and their cuckolds; their names and faces became a blur as we exchanged small-talk and shook hands in greeting.

"Saturday nights are always packed here," said Jenny as we made our way back to the stage, "and every three months we have a 'Bring Your cuckold Night."

"Like tonight?" I asked.

"How did you guess?" she asked mischievously.

"Well its not a 'bring a bottle party', is it!" I replied with my best Cockney wit.

"Very droll," Jenny replied as she looked into my eyes, "but can I ask you a question cj?"

"Of course." 

"Who have you been looking for?"

"Sorry?"

"You have been looking around for someone since you came out onto that stage with your Master and Mistress,"

"My friend Alan," I replied, "or I should say Alana."

"Pretty blond girl? Getting married to Bruno tomorrow?"

"Him! Er her, I should say. Do you know where she went?"

"She went outside for some air about half and hour ago cj," said Mistress, who had been listening in to the conversation.

"She didn't look happy," I said to Jenny and Mistress.

Mistress nudged Master and whispered in his ear, whereupon he silently turned towards me and unclipped the gold chain from my collar.

"Go and find her cj." said Mistress, "Whatever is worrying her, put it right. She mustn't be upset, with her big day tomorrow and everything."

I had to find Alana, or Alan my best friend until just a few days ago, because after Mistress she meant more to me than anyone. She had looked decidedly unhappy at my 'coming out' as a cuckold but had then fled from the room, and this had hurt me more than the birth pills or standing naked in front of scores of people. That had defined me as a cuckold, now I had to prove myself as a friend.

I made my way, through the greetings of others to the main front door of the Manor and looked out; apart from some couples kissing and making out under lamp posts there was no one. On bare feet I explored the downstairs, the kitchens, the cellars and every room but one - a small library at the very end of the building. I opened the door and there she was, standing in a white lacy dress.

"You took your time cuckold," remarked Alana.

"You ran away sissy!" I answered not giving any ground.

"You're bloody loving all this aren't you."

"What?"

"All of it. The humiliation, the willy cage, ankle bracelet, being Black Owned. All of it." she answered sadly. "I was expecting some resistance from you. I can't help feeling a little disappointed."

"I'm still your best friend and you're my friend Alan, who is now Alana because of your own sexuality. I haven't turned my back on you have I, so why are you disappointed with me? You didn't seem too disappointed when I knelt before you the other night." was my considered response to what I thought might be a sensitive subject with her.

The sudden colour of Alana's cheeks told me that she knew exactly what I meant and the memory of my tongue and lips on his tiny 'little man' and equally little testicle sack was a particular pleasant memory.

"About that!" she said, producing a small key from a pocket in her dress, "a good deed and all that."

"You don't owe me Alana," I said, suddenly more aware of my nakedness, "it was something I was happy to do after my boorish behavior."

"I have to admit it was some apology," she replied, "now it's my turn."

"... now it's my turn."

 

The material of her dress rustled as she dropped to her knees and within seconds she had the little padlock unfastened and my restraint on the floor by her knees. And my own diminutive penis stood up to attention like the good soldier it is.

"So there you are," she remarked looking directly at my groin, "I have often wondered what you look like."

I tried to reply but her soft, wet warm tongue on the glans of my penis took all of my breath away. 

..........

Deep below the manor house, in a remote room with multiple screens and advanced electronic apparatus, Mr John Smith looked at the screen marked ‘library’ and gasped. ‘I hope this isn’t going to be a problem,’ he thought to himself. ‘And Jen will have to know’.