I’ve been dominated by my wife Kim since before we were married. While we were dating she realized I was weak-willed and would do anything she told me to, and she was happy to take advantage of that. She’s an attractive woman, with a perfectly sculpted, round, protruding bottom, as well as small delicate feet, two attributes which attracted me to her. Within weeks she was controlling my money and making me satisfy her with my mouth a lot more than she allowed me to have intercourse. I then realized that she had a cruel streak but the more inadequate she made me feel, the less confidence I had to leave her.
As if to test my limits, she would commit small indignities. One time she had me strip and kneel on the bed in her apartment, ready to use my lips and tongue on her sex. Then she made a point of telling me to stay exactly where I was and she went into the living room to phone her girlfriend Liz. I had to stay right there, naked and exposed, while they gabbed for nearly an hour. After that she got herself a glass of wine, returned, and took her time undressing. At last she was in position and I began to gently lick her, noticing that she hadn’t bothered to wash down there for awhile, which was another of her ploys to demean me.

A minute later her cell phone rang. It was Liz again and Kim made me keep slowly licking her while she chatted on the headset, even longer this time. I remember that, when the call was finally over, she let me finish her and then got dressed to go shopping with Liz, leaving me unsatisfied. She returned hours later from the mall with three pairs of sandals that she had charged on my credit card. I had to kneel in front of her and keep trying them on her, one after the other, until she had worn all of them several times. Kim had noticed my interest in her feet and never missed a chance to make me touch them, massage them, or apply nail polish.

By the time we got engaged she was leading me around by an invisible leash. Sometimes Liz would visit and Kim would treat me like a houseboy, making me run and fetch. One night Liz brought along her current date, a tall broad-chested Black guy, and made a show of being very attracted to him, touching his thigh as they sat on the couch, and regularly exchanging kisses. Kim couldn’t miss how upset all that was getting me. I was certain I was being compared to the strong capable guy and that I was failing by comparison. When they left, Kim gave him a long close hug. She told me after they were gone how appealing she found him. In case I still missed the point, she led me into the bedroom, made me get naked, and removed he short skirt and high-cut panties. It was as if she was too eager to even finish undressing. I knew by then to get into my usual spot at once and start pleasing her with my lips and tongue. After I gave her three noisy climaxes she said she was too tired for anything else. Kim made a show of sleepily peeling off her tight top, under which she wore no bra. I was panting with frustrated need but she ignored that. Instead, she rolled onto her tummy and told me to rub her feet. That got me hornier than I already was. As she drifted toward sleep she giggled and told me to give her a goodnight kiss… on her bottom. I wasn’t sure if she was serious but, as normal as it had become for me to obey her every word, I moved up far enough to brush my lips over one silky cheek and then the other. Kim purred sexily and told me to do one more, ‘right in the middle’.

I swallowed nervously and put my face against the center of her flawless backside. Not wanting to comply, and with her almost unconscious, I tried to get away with merely touching my lips to her deep cheekage. She surprised me by shoving her sitter up against my face, so that my features were buried between her well upholstered bottom halves and my lips were deep in their valley. Too shocked to withdraw, I planted a firm kiss in the humid musky floor of her rear valley, directly against her intimate pucker.

The next day she made a point of recalling my reluctance and acting angry. Kim was wearing a tiny pleated skirt. Standing in the kitchen, she flipped it up in back to reveal she wore no panties and made me practice kissing her bottom correctly. Very soon I had delivered my first French kiss to her ass. Ten minutes later while I was perfecting my technique to her instructions, she announced that it was time for us to get married.

Our wedding was set for less than a month later. Kim declared that she was busy making arrangements as an excuse for denying me sex. At the same time she said she was stressed because I wasn’t doing anything to help her, and for relief she made me go down on her more than ever. She also announced that my ‘back door’ kisses were soothing, so I had to do that much more, with her tucking a pillow under her hips, often as a prelude to extended pussy eating sessions. And I had to rub her feet at least once a day, which I was getting addicted to.

All of that had me impossibly horny by our wedding day. Liz was the maid of honor and, to my shock, her Black boyfriend was the best man. I hadn’t even been consulted, not that I would have had enough spine to object. But at last it was time for our wedding night and I happily anticipated consummating our marriage. We returned to Kim’s apartment, where we were going to live, and got into bed. My new bride had me undress and, while she was still in her sexy lingerie, began to tease my cock with her hand. She sympathetically told me that she would make the best of me being ‘much smaller than every other guy she had known’ down there. I was stunned. That had never gotten mentioned before. I knew I wasn’t well hung, far from it, but imagined it was acceptable to her.

Before I recovered from that announcement, Kim wet her fingertips in her mouth and used them to tease my nipples. She had me stroke my own cock. Her touching my chest was wildly stimulating and I lost control of myself. Without meaning to, I spurted my cum all over my own belly. My cheeks burned with shame. Kim frowned and declared that it looked like our sex life was going to be worse than she had anticipated, and that she was going to do something about it.

While I lay there feeling worthless, she got on the phone to Liz. Half an hour later her friend arrived. With her boyfriend. And his Black buddy, Hank. I had cleaned up by then and was wearing short-sleeved pajamas that Kim had bought for me. I felt silly, dressed like that in front of her guests, but she immediately started issuing orders for me to get drinks and snacks, and I did as I was told, just like when Liz had visited in the past, and had no time to change. They all sat and talked and soon the subject of my marital night premature ejaculation was being unsympathetically discussed. I had to sit there like a fool, between refreshing drinks, and listen to my lack of sexual prowess being treated as a joke.

“What you need,” Liz told her, “is a big cock that doesn’t shoot off as soon as it gets touched a little.”

I was stunned to hear that, but even more so when Liz’s boyfriend spoke.

“Hey,” he said. “Hank here is just the man for the job. We go to the same gym and I’ve seen him in the locker room. He’s a meat monster.”

“Really?” my bride said with undisguised interest. She went and sat next to Hank, who was as tall and well built as the other guy. She brazenly put her hand high up on his thigh. “Sounds like exactly what I need.”

I was too startled to speak. In dumb amazement I watched as Hank gently took her wrist and moved her fingers to his crotch. Kim felt the noticeable bulge in the front of his pants and purred happily.

She kissed him passionately and invited him to the bedroom. OUR bedroom. She told me to get them fresh drinks and meet them there. In a daze, I complied. When I arrived they were already on the mattress, half undressed, their hands all over each other. I set down the drinks and stood there uncertainly.

“Well,” Kim said with acid in her voice. “Get your clothes off, you stupid wimp. I want my new lover to see that little boy dick I’ve had to put up with all these months.”

Feeling sick to my stomach, I got out of my clothes. Both of them laughed openly at me. My lower lip trembled and I felt tears well up in my eyes. Hank sneered at my weakness. My wife finished undressing him and I was distressed to see his huge cock, which she put her small white hand on and pumped up to a thick nine inch erection. I couldn’t keep from glancing down at my unimpressive four skinny inches, which were standing up at the vision of my sexy wife, despite the awful circumstances.

“Look,” she said, pointing at my crotch. “The twerp is excited by us in bed together.”

“Yeah,” said Hank. “His little pee wee is happy for you. But if that tiny thing is all you’re used to, you’ll need some extra wet down there so I can get in nice and easy. Him being so small, I’ll bet you make him lick your box a lot.”

“All the time,” she confirmed.

Hank locked eyes with me. “Get over here, boy, and give that meat locker a good licking. Get it nice wet ’cause I’m going to keep my meat in it for a looong time tonight.”

Thoroughly repulsed but afraid to disobey the powerful Black male, I put myself into my accustomed place and lowered my face to Kim’s mound. It was already quite wet but I lapped and probed while they locked lips and he stroked her bare breasts and lightly tugged her nipples. Finally Hank told me to stop. Kim ordered me to kneel at the foot of the bed. There I was, on our wedding night, about to witness my wife being willingly ravished by a big black stud.

Hank was surprisingly caring as he pressed the oversized head of his cock to her pussy lips and eased in the first three inches. Kim moaned with pleasure and pushed her hips to meet his pressure. He grunted in approval and sank the next third of his shaft into her. She groaned deep in her throat. Seeing that she was able to handle everything he had to give, Hank shoved hard to bury himself in my bride up to his heavy balls. All at once they were having energetic and very vocal sex. I knelt there like a piece of furniture, mute and staring, as he gave her two shaking orgasms before allowing himself to cum.

They rested, him still on top of her, and then he started again. My wife urged him on, telling him she would never want me to screw her again after this. He made her tell me that, made her promise to never let me have sex again. She was so caught up in being fulfilled that she yelled out that I would never feel my ‘baby sized dick’ inside of her again. Ever! At that I started to weep. She laughed. Hank thrilled her with an additional climax before he shot his second load. I was horrified, when he rolled off her, to see his white cream overflowing her sex.

Hank saw where my attention was focused. “What’s the matter?” he snapped. “Don’t you like to see your wife’s cunt full of a real man’s cum? Don’t you want it all messy like that? Well you can just get back up here and clean it — with your mouth.”

Instead of objecting, my wife seconded him. “That’s perfect,” she enthused. “After having to slurp up that huge mess, my idiot husband won’t even THINK of trying to have sex with me.” She scowled at me. “Do it, jerk. Right now.”

Feeling ill, I got back onto the bed and put my open mouth over her violated pussy. My tongue went to the crack of her ass to capture the slime that had already run down there. I forced myself to swallow and then began to scoop out what filled her inside. It was horrible but I had no choice. The idea that I would never be allowed sex with her had crushed any willpower I might have had hidden away inside me. I was utterly defeated.

Hank became my wife’s full time lover. She delighted in their bedroom time together. They often went out on dates and stayed out past midnight. Both of them treated me with absolutely no respect.

At the same time, Kim still required endless oral attention from me, to her pussy, ass and, more and more, her feet. Without any proper sexual outlet, I quickly became addicted to using my mouth on her however and whenever she demanded. It got me uncontrollably aroused to crouch under the kitchen table and suck her dirty toes while she snacked and talked on the phone to Liz. Or I would have to probe her rump while she laid face down in bed, calling Hank and making plans for their next date.

As if I wasn’t horny enough after all that, Kim found she was stimulated by teasing me and leaving me without any relief. Sometimes we would lay in bed naked, with her hands running up and down my body, while I squirmed and begged but never got to unburden my balls. Liz would come over to share in frustrating me. She especially liked to make me worship her filthy feet until my poor dick was straining and my balls ached.

The females decided that I would start jerking off whenever I wasn’t being watched. To prevent that they went on-line and ordered me a male chastity tube. I was in a state of distress for the two weeks it took before it arrived. When the package came and they put it on me. The small cage contained my penis and locked behind my scrotum. With it on I couldn’t achieve an erection, not even partially, and being teased became maddening. If they simply blew air against my trapped member, they could make me whimper and plead. They showed Hank what they had done and he laughed in my face and made me thank them both profusely for helping me avoid temptation by locking up my ‘useless’ dick.

It has been eight months now since our wedding. I am kept blue-balled and miserable all the time. Except, of course, that since they got me addicted to using my mouth and being teased, I want all that mistreatment just as much as I hate it. I doubt if I could ever regain a normal sexual personality, even if my wife let me try, which I know she never will.

There’s one other humiliation that has been inflicted on me. Hank is a skilled carpenter. With Kim’s blessings he replaced the footboard on ‘our’ bed. What he built is a set of stocks. I have to kneel at the foot while the top half of the device is raised. Then I place my neck and wrists in the grooves cut out of the bottom half. When the top is lowered it closes over the tops of my neck and wrists, holding them in place. Then they lock it. That puts me in the perfect position to watch my wife and her Black Bull lover have athletic sex. She calls it my ‘worm’s eye view’. In fact, she has taken to calling me ‘worm’ most of the time.

Last night I was put into the stocks naked after I came home from work. Kim made a show of getting dressed in an outfit that a hooker might wear to go out with Hank. He prefers her that way and she is more than happy to comply. She let me smell her perfume as it was warmed by the skin of her wrists. Then she laid in bed and let me lick the soles of her feet and suck her toes, something that being in the stocks leaves me perfectly posed for. After that I was left there for hours while she went out to have fun with Hank. Then they returned for sex on the satin sheets I paid for. From my new Point Of View the sight of his ramrod slamming into her and stretching her wide is all I can see. His cum is squeezed out around her swollen pussy lips.

Then the stocks are unlocked and I am released. It’s time once again for me to clean her up with my mouth. My imprisoned dick strains to achieve the erection it cannot reach. My balls throb in agony. They laugh at me and my wife tells her lover how much she loves him. They shared a deep lingering kiss, which only adds to my sexual frustration.

And that is how it will ALWAYS be for me, the helpless cuckold.

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