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’.