Now that I had been securely placed in a state of cy, my locked cock and balls were placed back inside what was now their black satin suspender-panties prison, and my pleated mini-skirt was pulled back up my nylon-encased legs and re-fastened at the waist for me with loving care by Karen. Then just as my feminised cock and balls had been placed under lock and key, and hidden away under my tight, elasticated panties and short skirt, so now – Master informed me – my arms and legs would also be tied up.
“Tina, tie your husband to that chair,” he commanded sternly. My wife hurried to obey the man who had taken her body and her loyalty from me. When I hesitated slightly Karen pushed down on my shoulders, and I subsided into the chair as I was bid. Tina attached my legs to the legs of the chair with tightly tied nylon stockings, while Karen pulled my arms around behind the chair-back, and locked my wrists into a pair of metal handcuffs supplied by Master. I suppose I could still have struggled off the chair if I’d wanted to, but the most I could then have achieved would have been to fall over and lay helplessly on the floor, so I stayed where I was.
“Watch everything that happens now,” Master told me. “I am going to fuck your wife, and plant my semen in her body. As you watch me fucking her, I want you to think about how you will never be able to fuck your wife – or any other woman – ever again. Understand that what remains of the male part of you is in cy; you are not a real man at all any more. Your little penis is locked away and your manhood with it, though actually you surrendered that to me some time ago. I used your wife to take away your manhood, to destroy you as a male. I forbade you, through Tina, to have sex with your own wife, and you both obeyed me.
“Now I will show you how a real man controls a woman, how he makes her submit to him, and actually enjoy being penetrated by her conqueror.” With that Master summoned Tina to him with a wave of his hand. With one finger he pointed to the floor, and Tina immediately fell to her knees before him. Following his brief, sharply uttered commands, she pulled down the zip on his fly, and gently pulled out his semi-erect and already very large penis from his suit trousers. Soon she was fellating him, her tongue lapping lovingly at the huge male weapon becoming ever firmer from her attentions.
Tina’s mouth is quite small and I couldn’t see how she would manage to suck his cock head into her mouth, but with Master’s assistance she did it, her lips forced apart and mouth distended. I wondered at myself for not feeling outraged at seeing this, but what I actually experienced was reluctant admiration for the man, his admittedly lovely hard cock, and his virile, commanding decisiveness. For my wife I could feel only a slight contempt. ‘You’re just a cocksucker Tina,’ I thought, but then remembered that Master had told me that I was about to become one as well.
After five minutes or so of cock-sucking, Tina was lifted up by Master and literally carried to a position directly in front of me, where she was placed on her back on the floor. Master then had Karen remove his clothes, before leaning over the still-dressed Tina, laying down beside her, and beginning to play with her tits though her blouse and bra. Soon though the blouse was removed, and Master spent some time manipulating my wife’s breasts through her lacy bra. He did this in a cool, almost technical manner, tweaking and pulling her nipples through the material, almost as if he were milking her. I expected him to suckle her, but he didn’t, not yet.
Instead he pulled off Tina’s skirt, leaving her knickers exposed. I noticed she was wearing an expensive-looking bra and briefs set I had not seen before. Then he lay half on top of her, half to one side (so that I could see everything I realised), and placed his rampant knob head against her already damp knickers, between her legs. He proceeded to kiss her mouth whilst making fucking movements against her still-knickered crotch, one hand returning to her breast, rolling Tina’s distending, swelling nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Again and again he pounded his powerful male weapon against my wife’s pantied crotch, sometimes thrusting hard against her as if to pierce and spear her cunt (stopped only by the soon sopping-wet and increasingly flimsy-looking material of her tightly-stretched panties), other times rubbing his entire penile length vertically down her crotch, across her covered but no doubt swollen clitoris, so that the now engorged, gigantic cock-head pressed between the carpeted floor and the crack of her arse cheeks. This alternating pattern of thrusting and rutting against my wife’s willing body continued for some time, as did the kisses and breast-manipulation.
As he continued I saw that Tina was gradually losing any remaining control. Her thighs and hips seemed to be desperately attempting to engulf her Master’s manly pole, as her fingers scrabbled dementedly at his back, pulling him on to her. Her groans and grunts became steadily more incoherent and animal like. Soon it was clear that she was conscious of nothing other than the powerful, thrusting, masculine force her body desired inside her.
For a good while Master continued to tease and torment her, confirming and enjoying her degraded status as a blind, rutting female animal, desperate to mate at all costs. To my own surprise I found watching this incredibly erotic. I wanted to see her humiliated like this, but I sensed I also wanted to be like her, to experience the same fulfilment she was enjoying. When I looked at Tina, I partially saw myself as a girl getting what a girl pretends to resist, but when she is ready in reality devours with inborn hunger.
Finally, when I was already beginning to wonder whether it would ever happen, and was both hoping and fearing seeing it, Master ripped down Tina’s panties, dragged them off her calves and feet, and pulled her legs wide apart. My wife was now entirely flat on her back, her legs pointing in opposite directions. Master slowly lowered himself on to her, looking first into her eyes and then, as his magnificently swollen cock head, glistening with clear pre-cum, approached her sacred entrance between her thighs, looking into mine.
I was transfixed. If I had been free I still could not have moved. My little, flaccid ‘cockette’ twitched helplessly in its hard plastic tube as I wilted under Master’s gaze and stared down at my skirt. “Look at me,” he commanded me. “Look at my cock as it penetrates your wife. I am opening her now for her sperming. Watch my balls when they contract and ejaculate my load in to your wife, and I fill her cunt with sticky spurts of real man’s cum.”
I watched as ordered. His lovely, massive, veined cock slowly slid into position against her. With little thrusting movements Master’s fucking of my wife began. At first he just gently nudged half of his massive cock head into Tina, then pulled his body slightly upwards so as to rub against my wife’s exposed clitoral hood, before withdrawing again. This he did over and over, until Tina was virtually screaming with lust.
After a while he changed his movements to push a little further into her vulnerable body. Now his whole knob head was, with each thrust, disappearing inside my wife, and while he rested his cock head inside her, he leaned down on her and kissed her mouth, holding her head and stroking her hair. During some of the deepest kisses he would open his eyes and look at me. I felt humiliated and ashamed, and intensely aware of my degraded, unmanly status. Part of me wanted to fight back, to be a man and reclaim this woman as my property, but a larger part of me wanted Tina’s conquest to continue.
Despite the primitive stirrings of male jealously, most of me was massively turned on. My ‘cockette’ was incapable of erection, but this only seemed to intensify my emotional need to abase myself by accepting and watching Master penetrating and sperming my wife. I found myself actually wanting Master to push his perfect cock all the way up Tina, all his magnificent length and thickness.
Soon enough Master fucked her properly. Tina orgasmed unashamedly, her neck and face flushing proudly pink, and her screams changing to satisfied gurglings, confirming her womanly satisfaction, and he hadn’t even fully penetrated her yet!
Tina’s cumming finally seemed to make even Master begin to lose control. He began fucking her hard and fast, thrusting into and up her sopping cunt, holding her shoulders down with his powerful arms as his hips began to pound her faster and faster. In a short while he came into her, forcing himself as deep into her willing body as he possibly could. Short, hard, quick thrusts showed his spunking of her as with male abandon he used her for his satisfaction. Sensing his ejaculations Tina desperately worked herself against him and managed a second orgasm as he finished filling her with his last shots of cum.
Man and woman were complete together. Master and my wife were complete together, and witnessing their cumming somehow confirmed by feminised, passive status. I knew that there was more to come, that Master had not finished with me yet, and that I had even further fall. I felt ready for that fall, and even desired it. If I could not fuck, then let someone one fuck me. That would come I knew. But Master was a patient man, and for one more week nothing further happened.
To be concluded in Part Nine.
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