The Cuckold & The Cuckoldress

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

This is bizarre! I sit in an oversized bathtub, filled with scented water and suds. Johnny sits facing me, chamois cloth in hand. Ms. Marsha Martin... to be called Miss Marsha... sits on a stool supervising. I am to be bathed... like a child.

“You know Andy, people think the role of a dominatrix is to make people... men mostly... do things they don’t want to do. And actually it’s quite the opposite. I offer opportunity... for them to do things that deep within the psyche desires yet which societal norms and customs bring deterrence. This leads to unhappiness... and that’s unhealthy. So I... hmmm... offer counseling.”

With the words, I am chagrined when Johnny’s hands go beneath the suds and slip between my thighs. Envy? Or is there a true need for him to gently lave my scrotum? When a finger further lowers and hooks to find my rectum, I lurch. Being palpated there... by another male... under the exacting eyes of Miss Marsha... brings concern. Bare skin reddened with the heat of the bath, my blushing is veiled. Still Miss Marsha notes my reaction.

“Calm yourself Andy. You and Johnny will be getting to know each other very well. And I want you clean when traipsing about my house... particularly there.”

She is well aware of Johnny’s invading finger, the admonishment coming with a disarming smile... considering the circumstances.

“So let’s talk about your Sundays. Arrive here at 8:00 a.m. You will disrobe for me in the entryway. I know there are windows and I don’t care if the neighbors see you naked. They’re... ah... aware of my... profession. If my husband has not yet departed for golf, you will politely offer greetings and curtsy. You will learn to be subordinate to all alpha males. Johnny will show you how. And when you’re properly acclimated and conditioned to your role as cuckold, my husband may participate in your training. Though that will be a ways off. He’s rather well endowed. Took Johnny many weeks to open for him and not gag.”

The instructions disturb. But worse, Johnny’s soapy finger glides further inward, deftly finding my prostate. He manipulates, smiling like a tempting young girl. Despite the relaxing warmth, I feel twinges, p***s stirring. Still, commanded to sit still, hands remaining on my head, I dare not move.

“Johnny will direct. You’ll bathe together each Sunday, just as you are now, and you’re to be shaven... neck downward. Since you’ll be in locked chastity, Johnny will have the key for release... both for cleaning the device and fellatio training. Other oral skills will come as well. In general you will learn subservience and obedience.”

I am hard and getting harder. A knowing Miss Marsha detects my concern, Johnny’s free hand reaching to tweak my right n****e as his practiced finger works my gland. Finally comes the command I most fear.

“Stand for me please, Andy. Let’s see what Johnny’s playfulness has wrought.”

I slowly arise, shamed in having to expose myself... shamed in being so docile.

“Yes I see the problem, Andy. It’s no wonder your wife seeks the company of men who are better endowed. Well, you’ll be learning to show off for me... a form of consolation... and enjoying it. Deep within, you all do.”