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“Oh just take it away and bring me a fresh one” Toby sighed inwardly; he dare not let Beth hear and took the drink inside to mix another. As he did he reflected on the fateful night weeks ago that had brought him to this point. Beth had found not only his fab account revealing his adventures with two fuck buddies but his phone with all the text messages between them. She’d read that these women thought his marriage was over in all but name that they lived separate lives and only lived in the same house until it could be sold. The things he said about her were not only hurtful but untrue, she hadn’t let herself go, and she hadn’t gone off sex. She knew all about his visits to swingers clubs, the nights in hotels with one or the other of his fuck buddies when he was away on business, the gifts and all the other deceitful things he’d done. He could see she was deeply hurt when she confronted him and let her cry and shout thinking that as was usually the way, his charm and good looks would win her over and that if he said he was sorry and laid low for a while it would all blow over. They would then resume their comfortable life.
The following day he ordered a huge bouquet to be delivered and took a large box of chocolates home with him. Beth just looked at him and told him she’d taken the flowers to the nearby care home and he could do the same with the chocolates.
“What will it take babe?” he said with a sad expression putting his arm around her. She shrugged him off.
“I don’t know, just leave me alone. Oh and I’ve moved your stuff into the spare room”
Toby was beginning to realise that this was going to take a lot more to sort than he thought. Two days later he received a text at work
:meet me at the park at 1 pm tomorrow:
:can we make it 1:30 I have a meeting:
:I either meet you at 1pm or my solicitor:
I’ll go along with it he thought, just to get things back to normal.
He strolled into the park at 2 minutes past, she wasn’t there.
:where are you?:
:I said 1pm:
:its only 2 minutes past:
No reply
He text her all afternoon. Nothing.
That evening she came out of her room.
“1 pm tomorrow, last chance”
“I’ll be there. I promise”
She threw him a look that would have frozen water and turned her back.
He was there and waiting at 12:45, she arrived promptly, sat next to him and began to speak
“You hurt me deeply, you betrayed my trust you lied about me and to me, you lied to two other women and God only knows how many others and you put my health at risk. You have a choice, we can stay together under my terms or we can divorce.”
“What are your terms?”
“There’s only one thing you need to know. From now on you do as I say. Accept or decline. Let me have your answer by 1pm tomorrow I have a solicitor’s appointment at 1:30”
“I can’t agree without knowing what I’m agreeing to”
“I didn’t agree to you hawking yourself around swingers clubs, lying to me, to the women you were fucking on a regular basis and telling them that our marriage was over and I’d let myself go but you still did it!” she spat the words out.
He mulled it over all night, he didn’t want to lose their comfortable lifestyle and he did love Beth, he just craved excitement he was a red blooded male after all. He was confident she’d be angry for about a month, he’d probably have to let her see his phone and stuff like that. He’d take her away somewhere nice in a few weeks and it would soon be over.
On the dot of one he texted
“I agree”
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When he arrived home from work there was a pair of pink, very frilly knickers on his bed and a pair of black hold ups. This, he thought wasn’t at all what he was expecting he couldn’t wait to see Beth in them and wondered if one of her terms was more sex. When he came out of the shower he found his drawers and wardrobes empty
“Babe! Where are my clothes” he shouted down the stairs
“On the bed”
“There’s only a pair of your knickers” he laughed, his boxers must be in her room
“They’re yours”
He stormed downstairs wrapped in a towel
“You’re trying to make a fool out of me!”
She turned slowly and calmly to face him
“My turn” and returned her gaze to her lap top “come down when you’re ready”
He was furious, how dare she but once he’d calmed a bit thought that if she wanted to humiliate him a bit to get her own back then he’d do it, get it over with and move on. He pulled the pink knickers on, tucking his cock into the small v of fabric and stretching the frills over his hairy arse. Feeling humiliated and idiotic he went downstairs, she didn’t look up from her lap top, he coughed, still she didn’t turn, for five long minutes he stood in the ridiculous outfit. When eventually she turned round the scorn on her face was obvious. Thank God his mates in the pub couldn’t see him, thank God his two fuck buddies couldn’t either, he hoped to pick up where he left off with them once this was all over.
Beth took several photos before he could protest.
“I’ll send you one of these which you will set as the wallpaper on your phone, then you will send it to the two women you lied to with an explanation which I will dictate.
His mind was in a whirl, he could pass it off as a joke with his mates but Sonia and Julie were different.
Beth was holding a piece of paper, she pointed to a spot in the centre of the room and said
“Kneel”
He had no choice, he knelt. She handed him the paper and said
“Read, slowly and clearly"before pressing the video button on her phone.
His hand trembled but he felt strangely aroused as he read
“I Toby Wilson am very sorry for the pain and hurt I have caused by my pathetic lies. I understand that from now on I am completely under my wife’s control. If for any reason she is displeased with me I will take the consequences without complaint. I acknowledge that I am a pathetic specimen not fit to be called a man”
As he finished he was almost in tears but his cock was bursting out of the pink frilly knickers. Beth looked at it and sneered. She ran her varnished nails over it, put her hand under his chin and lifted it asking sweetly
“Do you know what a ruined orgasm is?”
He didn’t but he had a feeling he was about to find out…
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With a skill that could only be possessed by a partner of many years Beth brought Toby to the brink of orgasm and backed of five, six, seven times. She knew how he liked to be touched and how his body would tense just as he was about to reach his climax. She used this knowledge to great effect and when she was good and ready brought him right to the brink and as she whispered “pathetic” in his ear let go and watched laughing as his helpless cock bobbed up and down in an unsatisfying ejaculation. His shoulders slumped defeated. Beth simply turned on her heel and left the room. |
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The following morning was Saturday. He got up early slipped out of the house and bought fresh croissants, fresh fruit and oranges and champagne for bucks fizz. When he’d prepared it all he set the table in the sunshine on the patio and called Beth down. She emerged looking as beautiful as ever, he poured fresh coffee, placed a glass of bucks fizz in front of her and a warm croissant. She smiled at him and settled down to eat. He began to feel hopeful that last night had been her final humiliation of him and this morning might be a turning point, pulling the chair opposite out he went to sit down.
“What are you doing?”
He was suddenly unsure of himself “Er I'm going to eat breakfast with you”
“You’re not, take what you want and go inside”
He slunk off, crushed.
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Beth leaned back and allowed the sun to warm her face as she sipped her drink and mulled over her relationship with Toby. For the first time in many years she felt relaxed, she wasn’t concerned about where he was or who he was with. She had intended to make him suffer for about a week, bring him to his knees and then slowly bring things back to a new normality, one in which he was more attentive and had less of a wandering eye. However she preferred things as they were now, it gave her great pleasure to see this man so sure of himself, so confident that he could treat her badly and get away with it, so arrogant, cowed by her disdain. This, she decided was something she wanted permanently.
Meanwhile Toby skulked in the kitchen with his breakfast. He felt sulky and resentful but oddly exceptionally aroused with a strange sense of peace. He’d go along with this for a while he decided, at least she seemed to have forgotten her threat to make him message Sonia and Julie
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Beth came into the kitchen carrying her laptop and put it on the worktop in front of him
“Log in to your fab account”
He did as she asked.
“Ok, I’ve changed my mind about sending a photo to your fuck buddies. Upload the video to your profile. Now message them and tell them to look at it”
He cringed, embarrassment and humiliation coursed through him. Tears sprang to his eyes. Yet, again he could feel himself becoming aroused as he did as she asked. She then took the laptop from him and changed his password.
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Looking down at his crotch she laughed unkindly
“Honestly Toby I swear you could get aroused by a rock. Get that pathetic thing out and let me have a look”
He pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees, the directness of her request arousing him further.
“Now sit on that kitchen chair over there and follow my directions, to the letter. Your cock seems to have controlled you for a long time. Now I’m going to control your cock”
Despite himself he grew harder as he shuffled awkwardly to the chair, trousers still at half-mast. Beth looked him up and down before holding his gaze as she slowly slipped her blouse off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. Bending forward slightly she unhooked her bra and allowed her heavy breasts to fall free. Toby inhaled sharply and reached involuntarily for his cock.
“Do not touch yourself unless I allow you to! “she barked
He snatched his hand away shocked.
Still looking directly at him she performed a slow striptease, peeling her remaining clothes off to reveal her smooth body. She ran her hands over her breasts and traced the curves of her waist and hips , taking unhurried steps towards him she leaned forward and blew gently on his now rock solid cock. Cupping his balls in one hand she curled her fingers round his erection and gave it six leisurely strokes up and down. Pre cum formed on the head, she scooped it up on her finger
“Tongue out Toby”
He shook his head
“I said tongue out!”
Reluctantly he complied; she smeared it with his pre cum
“Hold it there” she counted to 10 as she continued to slowly wank his cock before saying “now savour” while laughing at the disgust on his face.
“Please Beth, I need to come” he begged
She continued with her languid stroking.
Again he pleaded with her.
“Ask me nicely”
“Beth, please, I beg you, can I come? I’ll do anything you ask”
Chuckling she increased speed for a few seconds before slowing down once more.
“Nope!” she abruptly withdrew her hand “From now on you only come when I say so. Now stand up”
He stood feeling ridiculous with his throbbing erection and trousers round his knees and looked on in despair as his beautiful, naked wife fastened his cock to his inner thigh with a soft bandage of gauze held in place with tape.
“When you need to pee come to me and I will remove it, wait for you to finish so there’s no sneaky wanking and replace it once you’ve done your business. That should keep you nicely aroused all day”
She walked away laughing.
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Despite changing in to sweat pants Toby spent an uncomfortable afternoon and evening. Every time he moved his cock rubbed against his thigh and Beth calling him from the garden where she lay wearing a tiny red bikini didn’t help quell his arousal. Finally at bedtime she relented and allowed him to remove the gauze. His cock sprang up desperate for release.
“I think” she said “that I’ll let you come now. You may masturbate”
“What, now? In front of you?”
“Well it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve proved yourself to be a wanker in my eyes. Just get on with it.”
Toby felt control slipping away from him as he followed Beth’s instruction. As he approached his climax she stood and held her hand out to catch it, waited until he came down from the high of orgasm and told him to lick it from her outstretched palm. At first he refused but there was something about her insistence that broke through his resistance and he reluctantly lapped his own ejaculate from his wife’s hand. Looking up at her she had never appeared more beautiful to him.
That night he slept better than he had for many months
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The next few days passed quietly. Beth continued to cook for them both as she always had done; Toby stacked the dishwasher afterwards, to an outsider their life hadn’t changed but she kept herself apart from him, physically and emotionally. She served his meals in the kitchen and hers in the dining room, watched tv or listened to music in the study, went out to work in the morning without saying goodbye. Toby missed her, badly. In bed at night he tried masturbating but found no pleasure in it and gave up after a few feeble attempts to get aroused. As he passed her room he would hear her talking on the phone in that low voice she used to use when she phoned him late at night, jealousy planted its small seed in him. |
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Saturday morning dawned sunny and warm Toby prepared breakfast again and didn’t even ask if he could sit with her. Beth spent a long time in the bathroom and emerged at midday looking relaxed and beautiful in a simple wrap dress and heels.
“Toby, I’m going out” she called over her shoulder as she shut the front door.
6pm arrived and he was wondering if he should prepare dinner, where she was and who she was with, should he text her, would she answer if he did? By 7 he began to worry, by 8 he was sick with a combination of jealousy and anxiety. He decided on a non-committal message;
: Beth, just wondering if I should make enough dinner for two:
He pressed send and was surprised since he was sure he’d seen her walk out with it, to hear the sound of her phone coming from her room. Slowly it dawned on him that she had two phones and he had no way of contacting her. Indescribable feeling coursed through him, was he jealous, was he angry, incredibly was he aroused? He began to realise what he’d been in danger of throwing away and that all he really wanted to do was please this woman.
She returned at 11 all French perfume and loose curls.
“Can I get you anything Beth?” he asked
She threw him a look slightly surprised
“Yes, I’ll have a glass of champagne, there’s a bottle in the fridge”
He brought it to her in the living room and placed it on the table next to her
“Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“I’ve been thinking Toby, there are a few things you need to learn how to do. The first is to remove my shoes and carefully massage my feet; I’ll tell you all about the others while you do it”
He went to bring the footstool over to sit on.
“No Toby! On your knees”
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He knelt before her and carefully removed one of her shoes; her feet clad in nylon stockings were small, the arch perfectly formed and the delicate nails painted shell pink. He took the foot in his hands and gently almost reverently circling his thumbs in the arch pushed them up towards the toes and tried with everything he possessed to get it right. He glanced up to see her head rested back as she sipped her champagne and felt her foot relax in his hand. Her dress had fallen open to reveal the top of her stocking and the clasp of her suspender. At one time he knew she would have dressed like that for him.
“May I move on to the other foot?”
She merely nodded. When he’d finished he lifted each foot in turn and held it to his face before kissing it.
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Beth bent forward and briefly cradled his head with both hands, lifting his face to look into hers. He saw pity and disdain and knew he deserved it.
“Now Toby, remove my stockings, carefully, do not snag or ladder them. From now on you will be responsible for laundering them, ensuring I always have a fresh pair and that any that are imperfect are disposed of. Do you understand?”
He nodded and shuffled forward on his knees, with trembling hands he gently unhooked each suspender and tenderly slid a stocking down each smooth leg before carefully folding them and placing them on the table.
“I will require a weekly manicure and pedicure, you’d better learn how to do that properly. I want my hands and feet to look perfect all the time, it’s your responsibility to notice and ensure they do”
“Yes Beth” was his only reply
“Now!” she said sitting up “I want you to demonstrate how you wash my nylons. Wait here I have a special outfit for you to wear while you do it”
His heart was pounding he had no idea how to wash nylons but the thought uppermost in his mind was what on earth was she going to get him to wear?
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Minutes later he found himself at the sink wearing a garish purple chiffon robe and a collar and lead. He felt and looked ridiculous as Beth laughed and taunted him
“If only your fab friend could see you now!”
“Please Beth no. Don’t send them any more photos, not like this”
“Oh, don’t worry I won’t do that” she tugged on the lead “get on with the washing”
He did the best he could and held them out for inspection.
“They’ll do for a first attempt. I want them dry by the morning hang them on the radiator. Meanwhile I have a little reward for you.” She handed him one of her old worn stockings “You can wank with that wrapped round your cock, make sure you catch all your cum on it”
Lifting the hideous purple outfit he wrapped the stocking round his hand and stroked it up and down his cock, the combination of being humiliated so, Beth holding tight to the lead and the sensation of nylon against his skin served to bring him quickly to climax. Beth held her hand out for the stocking and pulling his head towards her almost lovingly wiped it all round his face.
“Off to bed with you, do not wash, do not remove that robe”
He trudged upstairs head held low and climbing into bed his face sticky with his own cum fell peacefully asleep.
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Weeks passed, he learned how to manicure and pedicure, he discovered the best way to wash and dry nylons, followed Beth’s instruction on how he should dress when he was attending to her needs which now included washing all her lingerie by hand and ensuring that she never ran out of beauty products. During this time he came to know a deep contentment and to understand that he wanted nothing more in his life than to help this woman that he loved more than life itself to live her best life. He also learned that displeasing her brought swift and sometimes painful retribution and that the only sexual release he got was humiliating masturbation in front of her which often ended in either ruined orgasm, with him eating his own cum or going to bed or work with it smeared somewhere on his body. He was happy and he knew Beth was, he often heard her laughing and chatting to friends on the phone, he knew that she had a lover from the tell-tale signs on her lingerie as he laundered it after a night out.
As he brought her fresh drink out that afternoon she gave him his instructions for the evening she would she told him, require a manicure, pedicure and massage with him dressed in the orange sheer baby doll she’d bought for him. He hung his head feeling the now familiar feelings of humiliation and arousal rise up in him.
“8 pm, I don’t want to see you before then”
At 7:00 he began to prepare the equipment needed, set out several different nail polishes for Beth to choose from, carefully selected soft and fluffy towels and massage oils. Then the bit that he hated yet loved, dressed himself in the tasteless outfit Beth insisted on him wearing. His hairy muscular body showed through the sheer fabric the slightly too small knickers that went with the baby doll cut into him and his cock made for a ridiculous sight curled up in orange chiffon. He knew she’d laugh at him and call him pathetic.
Making sure she wasn’t in the living room he laid everything out ready and set a champagne flute ready for the chilled bottle he would open when she was ready then went back upstairs to wait for 8pm.
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He walked into the room on the dot of 8 the sight that met his eyes nearly knocked him sideways. Sitting in the two easy chairs either side of Beth were Sonia and Julie his erstwhile fuckbuddies. He looked from them to Beth and back again. Beth threw her head back and laughed
“You weren’t expecting that were you? You look like a rabbit in the headlights Toby you really do”
The other two women were sniggering and staring.
“You will be attending to us this evening, mani ,pedi and massage. Now off you pop and fetch two more champagne flutes and the bottle”
He walked to the kitchen feeling sick with humiliation that these women who he’d fucked in various hotels up and down the country, shared numerous bottles of champagne with, told outrageous lies to were now witnessing the depths to which he’d sunk. He could hear them laughing
“His hairy arse in those knickers” that was Sonia
“What does he look like, it’s hilarious” from Julie
He carried the champagne back in, poured a glass for each woman and handed it to them. He spent the next two hours being passed from one woman to the other, manicuring, massaging, filling glasses and fetching snacks while they talked over his head, stopping now and again to ridicule him or issue instructions. Finally it was over, or so he thought.
“Now Toby, you can provide us with a little entertainment. Sit yourself on that chair over there” She pointed to a straight backed dining chair
He did as asked .
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“Look at his cock twitch in the orange knickers girls” Beth laughed “did you ever see such a thing!”
The others joined in
“Well we’ve seen it before but never like that”
They continued to sip champagne and talk about him while he sat in the chair head down, they compared notes and he endured comments about his sexual prowess. His ears pricked up when Sonia asked Beth if she’d met anyone from Fab yet and she replied that she had and thoroughly enjoyed the experience
“I need some pictures for my profile, maybe you two could take some for me”
“Oo look!” screamed Julie “he’s got an erection, its poking out of his knickers. He’s actually enjoying this”
“You didn’t say anything about liking this sort of thing Toby, you naughty boy” Joked Sonia
The three women huddled together whispering, Julie and Sonia got up and positioned themselves either side of him kneeling, while Beth sat directly opposite leaning back in her chair. He looked down at them wondering what they had in store for him.
“Look at your wife Toby, look directly at her”
He shook his head,
“I can’t” he whispered
“Why is that Toby, hmm?”
He shook his head
“Answer her Toby” Beth barked
Again he shook his head
“Ok let me answer for you” Sonia said “You’re ashamed of yourself, you’re ashamed of how you treated her, ashamed of being dressed in cheap, tasteless lingerie and getting turned on by it. You’re pathetic. Now, look at your wife”
Slowly he lifted his head and looked directly at his beautiful Beth. She held his gaze, expressionless.
Sonia began to caress his balls through the orange knickers while Julie stroked his cock up and down slowly.
“Have you got something to say to Beth, Toby?” Julie increased her speed
He didn’t answer, she eased off Sonia increased her grip on his balls
“I’m waiting…”
“I’m sorry Beth”
“You can do better than that” Julie spoke softly almost seductively as she wanked him slowly but persistently
“I’m really sorry Beth”
“Beg Toby” Julie and Sonia continued their ministrations
“I’m begging for your forgiveness Beth, please” as his climax drew closer his voice took on a pleading tone “I’ll do anything”
Beth stood and walked towards the three on the floor tilted his face by putting a finger under his chin
“I forgive you but will never forget Toby. I think that will do thank you ladies”
He couldn’t help it a gasp escaped his lips, he was on the verge of orgasm and Sonia and Julie just stopped. All three women laughed at his discomfort and frustration
“You can tidy and wash our glasses up that should cool your ardour, panty boy” Beth said unkindly and turned her back on him
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After the two women had left Beth called Toby into the living room.
“We need to talk Toby, I feel you’ve learned a very hard lesson over the past weeks. Now I don’t know how you feel but I rather enjoy the life we’re living and want it to continue”
He felt a surge of love and gratitude
“Yes I want it to continue too”
“Ok but I need to lay down long term ground rules. We will continue with those already in place but I will be taking a lover, he will sometimes stay here when you will attend to us both and I will sometimes stay with him. You and I will continue to present a united front to the outside world.”
“Yes Beth, nothing would please me more than to attend to you and your lover and for you to spend some time away with him.”
She looked at him with something akin to tenderness
“Well done Toby I knew you’d see sense eventually, now as a reward you may masturbate into those nasty orange knickers, wear them to sleep in and to work on Monday under your trousers”
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Beth and Toby’s life continued in this way. He saw to Beth’s every need, waited up for her when she had a night out, prepared food for her and her lover, lay awake in the next room listening to them making love and took them breakfast in the morning. His only sexual release was as and when Beth demanded he masturbate in a humiliating fashion, he became used to wearing an assortment of cheap and nasty women’s underwear both at home and to work and actively enjoyed it. Life was good for them both |
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