Becoming a Cuckold

Becoming a Cuckold, Ch 2 – Post Wedding Shakedown

 

My mother, Lynn, was married. She’d tied the knot a second time, to a man who seemed better than my cheating father, despite him fucking my wife a couple times in the last couple days. To be totally fair, I’d had sex with a fair amount of other women lately and my wife was currently engaged in a conversation with two of the groomsmen, Sven, Björn’s brother, and Peter, a Norwegian Navy buddy, to fuck her in our hotel room later. I’d promised I’d be there to watch, and she said she might have other tasks for me, no doubt licking their cum from her twat. She was flirting outrageously, and had been ever since the dancing started.

So why was I sitting here nursing a flute of champagne instead of screaming my fool head off telling those two large male specimens to back off and leave my wife alone before I beat them within an inch of their lives. Not that it was likely I could. Despite knowing a martial art, they were both large men and I’m sure Norway taught their sailors self defense. I could maybe take one, but not both. Sven had six inches and seventy pounds on me and Peter was almost as large. Two would be damn tough. My fear of losing wasn’t the reason I was sitting there, quasi calmly. I’d have stepped in if Marnie was subject to unwanted attentions. The point is, they weren’t unwanted and I had her collar around my neck, promising just last night to serve her like the good boy I was. I also had a pair of her panties on. I was imagining one or both of their cocks pounding into her and sitting down so my damn erection wouldn’t be so obvious.

My day had started off on an odd note. My wife, Marnie, had popped my anal cherry in the Crew’s Mess on the American Entrepreneur by fucking my ass with a strapless vibrator she could plug into her pussy, while Joshua Greenbriar’s wife, Miranda, the Honorable US Representative from North Carolina, captured the cum I’d released when I orgasmed in her extremely kissable lips. Have I said yet how my life has taken some strange turns to left of center?

I’d found out a couple days ago I was a submissive and my wife was a switch, at the moment my Dominant because I was more submissive than she was, although she was submissive leaning herself. I just wasn’t the man to Dominate her. It had been hard getting the news she’d planned to cuckold me this trip. My mother, now Lynn Amundsen, had talked to me for over an hour along with her fiancé, Björn, and her two slaves, Manuel and Sherry, telling me what was going on. She asked me what I wanted to do. The choices were to divorce Marnie, or confront her and hope it could be nipped in the bud, or accepting it.

“Son, I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but that survey you took for Beth indicates you’re a submissive. It’s been accurate in predicting behavioral patterns of the people who take it. It accurately said Björn and I are Dominant, Manuel, Sherry and Yasmine are submissive, as well as the other people on this ship who are in Dominant and submissive relationships. Marnie wears the pants in your family, though you might wish they were on your legs instead.

“It doesn’t mean you’re weak, Richard. It doesn’t mean you’re effeminate or gay or anything like that. Manuel is submissive, though not as much as you and he was a Navy Corpsman, a combat medic, who served in Afghanistan and Syria. I met another man who was an Army Ranger, and heard of police officers who are. It’s just your nature.

“If you want to divorce her, I’ll support you, because I love you and would do anything I could for you, but it’s possible you’ll end up with someone else like her. I don’t think it has anything to do with how you were raised or your relationship with your father or me. It’s just the way you were born. It’s no reflection on you. You’re a good, kind man I’m proud to call my son. To be honest, I think you may be happier if you realize now what you are and accept your life. All the other submissives on this ship are very happy in their role.”

“You mean let Marnie make a cuckold out of me?”

“That’s likely what would happen, if not now, then soon. It may not even mean she doesn’t love you, but as a switch who tends toward submissive herself, she may not be getting what she needs from you. Not your fault, any more than your red hair and green eyes are your fault. Tell me the truth, how close are you to agreeing to enter the strip contest tonight and letting her serve as one of the prizes?”

I’d been fighting it, but Marnie was wearing me down. She hadn’t accepted it when I told her I didn’t want to do it. At some point, it was likely I’d finally say okay, just as I had to letting Beth give us both oral sex after her survey. I hadn’t wanted to do it, thinking it was wrong for a married couple to have sex outside their marriage. Not that I’d regretted it afterward. It had been the best blow job I’d ever had. Truth was, Marnie had always had me wrapped around her little finger. I pretty much caved if she wanted something bad enough.

“Pretty close,” I admitted. Despite the rock in the pit of my stomach when I said it, I realized I was close to giving in again, that I’d been close to letting some other man fuck her and it would have been with my permission.

“I’d like to make a suggestion to you, and I hope you’ll give it some consideration.”

“What?” I was grasping at straws. I did love Marnie despite this horrible revelation. I found it hard to imagine a life without her.

“Become her submissive. Don’t keep acting as if yours is an equal relationship as Björn’s and mine will be or as Manuel and Sherry’s will be when they wed. Let her take control of you and your marriage and surrender to the role you’ll be happiest in. This means accepting you’ll eventually be a cuckold, as hard as that might be to hear.

“But, often times, a femdom relationship such as you will have, can go to some extremes. She could start making you into a woman, making you wear make-up, women’s clothes, undergoing hormone treatments to feminize you, all the while she’s fucking the men who give her what she feels she needs and isn’t getting from you. You’re not feminine at all and never have been, but you could end up that way. She could have children with the other men she has sex with and make you raise them. I’m not saying that would happen, but it could.

“Beth thinks you’re one of the most submissive men she’s tested. I don’t believe one of those femdom slaves is you, despite your nature and I think that would hurt you more than being merely submissive would. But as I said, she tends toward submissive herself. I’m a Dominant. I can turn her into my submissive. As my submissive, I could leash the worst impulses she might have as your Dominant. I could prevent any feminization or making you raise another man’s child. By taking my collar, I would limit what she does to you.”

“If she becomes your submissive, can’t you keep her from doing anything?”

“It doesn’t work that way. Her submission is voluntary. If it doesn’t meet her needs, she can give up her submission to me and we’re back to where you started. Her needs are for a Dominant male to take control of her. She will seek for this and eventually find it. If you don’t give her a large portion of what she needs, my Dominance will end and either you divorce her or find yourself surrendering to her anyway and ending up in some way I can’t control. I say, give her most of what she wants and let me control the worst of her impulses.”

“How would you go about this?”

“This is the hard part. I need to turn her into my submissive slut, and quickly. I need to establish my Dominance and her submission very fast and hard, as we don’t have a lot of time before you go home and my time is limited by my wedding. I will impose my will on her from the beginning. She’ll fuck anyone I want her to, male and female, starting with Björn, Manuel and Sherry, then as many strangers as I can scrounge up. Then she needs Dominant training so she knows how to treat you properly as her sub, because even though she’s the Dominant person in your relationship, she’s treating you like shit because she doesn’t know any better. She’s using sexual blackmail to control you, rarely letting you have sex with her, yet using you every day for oral sex. She has sex with you when she wants something from you or on occasion to prove she loves you, so you’ll give her something else she wants. When I’m finished with her, she’ll surrender her mouth, ass and cunt to you every day.

“That’s what you get out of this change in your relationship. Lots of sex, and when you submit to her, your needs for sex will increase. What she gets is the chance to Dominate you under the rules I set and to get what she needs from other men.

“At the moment, she thinks she’s in control. She needs to realize immediately she’s not in control; I am. As soon as I turn her into my slut slave, I can tell her what the rules are. I’ll give her permission to take you as her submissive under very strict rules. Alexandra will end up being my surrogate as I won’t be around to keep her under my thumb.”

“Alexa?”

“Turns out she’s a Dominant also. She’ll ensure my rules are followed. It will satisfy some of Marnie’s need to be submissive herself, so she may not need sex outside of your marriage as often as she might otherwise want, but she’ll still need some because Alexa isn’t a male and Marnie is primarily heterosexual. In fact, she’s never had sex with a female before if she didn’t lie to Beth.”

“You mean you’ll make Marnie have sex with Alexa?”

“It’s part of how you establish Dominance. There’s one other thing you should realize before you decide what to do.”

“What?”

“If you submit to Marnie and she submits to me, and by extension, Alexa, both of us will also be your Dominant. We won’t make you have sex with us because it’s illegal, but you’ll be made to have sex with others as part of our Dominance. Since Marnie will be fucking other men outside of your marriage, at least monthly, I want you fucking other women outside your marriage. Other than the blow job Beth gave you today, you’ll be undergoing submissive training to make you more pleasing to Marnie. As part of that you’ll be having sex with other women, Joshua’s slaves. Beth will give you cunt licking lessons. If you choose to do this, it’s the most I can promise to you, but I truly do believe you will be happier in the long run. I leave it up to you decide.”

It took about ten minutes for me to decide to surrender my life, but when I did, it felt as if a great weight was lifted off me.

******

Marnie had danced with me, the groom, Carl, the other groomsman and Björn’s nephew, who Alexa seemed interested in, and a couple others from this ship, some of whom she may have fucked already, even Alexa when Alexandra demanded a dance. Alexa made sure they kissed as they danced, taking her dues as surrogate Mistress, but she seemed most interested in Sven and Peter for the sexual tryst she was planning.

I’d danced with others as well, all of Joshua’s slaves, Sherry, the bride, and Lisbet, who seemed like she was Beth’s date for the event, despite being Joshua’s submissive.

As Marnie danced with Sven and Peter, I’d seen their big hands gripping her lush buttocks a few times, giving them a squeeze. She’d kissed their cheeks and whispered to them a few times. I’d seen them glance at me occasionally, probably wondering what was going on and why I wasn’t doing anything about it. I was relatively sure I knew. Marnie told me she was planning to fuck someone else and she wanted me to watch. She said she meant to establish my submission to her much as Mother Mistress had done to her, making her realize she wasn’t in control and her Mistress could make her do whatever she wanted. She’d been turned into a slut for several hours.

She’d made Marnie fuck or suck any man who came up with her whore price; twenty-five cents for a blow job or fifty cents for a fuck. She’d earned $6.25 in her stint as a whore, and that included a quarter tip. It didn’t include the others Mother Mistress made her fuck for free.

I mean, if they were willing, and not confused or put off by fucking another man’s wife, she was planning to have another cock or two throbbing their loads of cum into her pussy while I watched. Sven disappeared for a while while Peter continued to dance with Marnie. She was snuggled deep in his arms as they slow danced, her D cup breasts smashed against his chest. She finally kissed his lips, not content any longer to brush his cheek. I could see her part her lips, letting his tongue invade her mouth. My cock was throbbing.

Sven reappeared and gave Peter a nod and Peter smiled, kissing Marnie again. When the dance ended, he patted her ass and gave her breast a squeeze as he let her go. Marnie came back to our table with a grin on her face.

“It’s all set up, honey.”

“Which one, Mistress? Peter seemed interested.”

“Both of them. I have some wonderful plans. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready for this, Mistress, but I did agree to surrender my will to yours.”

Marnie straddled my legs, tugging her dress up so she could do so. I could feel her bare mound against my rock hard cock. Our mutual Mistress didn’t allow her any underwear down below. She was probably soaking the front of my rented tux with her juices. Only the fact the pants had a zipper kept my cock from being bare as well. Not that I wanted her to stop. She kissed me, the same as she’d kissed Peter, as passionately, as much tongue. I kissed her back.

“It seems you won’t totally mind,” Marnie whispered, “if that poker jabbing at my pussy is any indication.”

“It’s confusing, Mistress,” I admitted. “My head is filled with thoughts of you fucking someone else, and despite the despair and darkness I feel in my heart, my body seems to be betraying me. I feel like I could have a heart attack, my chest feels so constricted. It’s like I have a belt around my chest which won’t let me take a deep breath. Yet, as you can tell, I have an erection, so I’m not sure what I feel.”

“Hopefully, it’s only the newness of it, and your erection will win out before your heart gives out.” She kissed me again, hugging me. She laid her head on my chest. “Hopefully, it will get easier as time passes. I don’t want you to have a heart attack. I want you to enjoy our life together as much as I will.”

I had to wonder. Would I enjoy our life together? Could our marriage possibly last? I was giving it a chance, but I honestly couldn’t say how it would end up.

She saw the confusion on my face and kissed me again. “I haven’t surrendered my mouth, ass or cunt to you today,” Marnie said. “Our Mistress made it very clear I had to do so every day. I want you fuck me with the others. I want to be airtight tonight.”

“What’s airtight, Mistress?” naive me asked.

“A cock in every one of my slave holes at once,” Marnie said.

“So you don’t just want me to watch and clean up the mess afterward, Mistress?”

“That might happen sometime, but I want this new stage of our life to begin with a bang. I want to warn you now, that I want you to suck their cocks tonight, if they’ll let you.”

“You know I’m not gay, Mistress. Not even bisexual. I’ve never even had the slightest wish to be with another man.”

“I know you’re not, honey. Any more than I’ve had the desire to lick a cunt before I did. Having to do so did instill deep feelings of submission in me. I think it’s important to instill those same feelings in you.”

“You don’t think having to lick their cum out of your pussy is enough, Mistress?”

“I equate that with having to suck the cocks of the seven men that fucked my ass. It was powerfully submissive, but not quite to the extent of having to lick my first cunt. You’ve already licked cum out of my cunt and ass and doesn’t the idea of sucking a cock bother you more than that did?”

“No question, Mistress.”

“Then doing so will make you feel more submissive. It’s possible neither of them will want you sucking their cock. I don’t think either of them is bisexual, so I might have to do a little bargaining. We’ll see.” She kissed me again, rubbing her big tits against my chest. “I do expect you to obey me, and I will punish you if you refuse.”

“I can always use my safe word, Mistress.”

“I know, but I don’t want you to. I’m not expecting you to suck them to orgasm, just get them hard enough to fuck again. If you’re already licking my cum and theirs out of my cunt, it shouldn’t be much different cleaning the same cum off their cocks.”

Oh, goodie. Something else to worry about.

“Richard?”

“I’m thinking about it, Mistress. More like trying not to think about it. If I think about it, I’m not sure I can do it. If I don’t think about it, maybe I can just let it happen when it happens.”

“Good luck with that. I think about cunts a lot now that I’ve licked them. Though I didn’t have a lot of time to think about it before I licked my first. I think Manuel had left a load of cum inside Sherry before I licked it. I thought Mistress was going to whip me when she told me to do it. I realize now it was probably the threat of being whipped and she had no intention of whipping me. She told me she’d whip my cunt so hard it would hurt to pee for a week. I believed her at the time. I won’t threaten to whip your cock, Richard. I just want you to do it for me, to show how submissive you’re willing to be for me.”

Pretty damn submissive, because I was thinking about it. Theoretically, the oral skills Beth had taught us could be applied to cocks too. After Marnie had learned the skills, she gave me the best blow job she’d ever given me, eagerly swallowing my cum. Marnie had never done so before, always spitting it out if any cum got in her mouth after a BJ, saying she detested the taste of cum. She normally pulled off me as I started to squirt, cleaning it up with a towel when I’d unloaded. Apparently, she detested it less now. She’d swallowed lots of cum in the course of her whoring herself out. I wondered how used to swallowing cum I’d get.

Marnie danced a few more times with her chosen men, letting them know she was still eager. They always looked at me after the dance. I know they were judging me. I might have done the same thing to someone else a week ago. Today I was the judged.

Mother Mistress had observed the interplay between the four of us. After all, they were both members of her wedding party.

“Are you okay, son?”

“I guess so.”

“Björn could stop it if you want.”

“I think I could stop it if I wanted. Mistress might be upset if I did, but she knows I’m having a rough go of it. She keeps checking in with me. If it’s going to happen, might as well happen now. I don’t think it will get easier except by getting used to it.”

“Manuel had a problem surrendering when he decided to submit. Sherry was more the catalyst for his submission than he was. He knew she wanted a Dominant and he wanted to keep her from a male Dominant, so they both submitted to me. The first week or two was pretty rough for him. Like you, he was raised to believe in certain things that were in opposition to his submission. He wanted a more equal relationship with Sherry, but she didn’t want an equal relationship. She wanted to surrender to someone, but he couldn’t be the Dominant she wanted. Beth finally convinced him to fully surrender to his role. To ignore his upbringing and the roles society expects us to assume. That if he fully surrendered to me, he’d be happier than he was and enjoy his life more.

“He let go of his ego and surrendered fully. Beth was right. He’s much happier than he was. Sherry didn’t lose love or respect for him because of his submission. They still plan to get married, and I’d say his relationship to her is as strong as ever, except now they both have a relationship with me.”

“He doesn’t suck cock though, does he?”

Mother Mistress looked at the two men Marnie was still flirting with. “No, he doesn’t. On the other hand, he’s not as submissive as you are. For what it’s worth, Sherry didn’t lick pussy until she entered into submission to me. Neither did Marnie. We make sacrifices for the things we want or need. You need to surrender your ego, son.”

“You won’t care if I become a cock sucking cuckold?”

“Richard. I’d love you if you were a gay tweaker. My love is unconditional. As long as you’re an honest, decent human being who doesn’t beat on women, I don’t really care what you are. It won’t kill you. It didn’t kill Marnie when she sucked yours.”

I supposed not. My overlord Mistress smiled at me and patted my cheek.

******

When it was time to leave, Marnie gave the two men our room number and told them we’d be waiting for them. We got in the limousine and the ride back to the hotel was pretty quiet. Beth and her ‘date’, Lisbet, were kissing, necking really. No one seemed to care much. Joshua was watching with a certain amusement, Miranda leaning against him, a smile gracing her face too. To think she’d eaten my cum this morning. A new life; that’s what I’d set myself up for.

We arrived back at The Thief, and Alexandra, Marnie and I got out, saying goodbye to my Mother and new father-in-law. Shortly after we got there, two other cars pulled up, Sven and Peter getting out of one, Carl getting out of the other. Alexandra called Carl and waived. We waited for Sven and Peter to join us at the door and Marnie took both of their hands leading them towards the elevator. I followed after. They didn’t glance at me.

We reached our room and I had to open the door. Marnie drew them into the room and as soon as I locked the door, she was in Sven’s arms, kissing him, loosening his tie, unbuttoning his shirt. She got his shirt off, then moved to Peter, doing the same thing. Both of their cocks were hard, pushing against their pants. They knew what was coming. So was mine. I knew what was coming too.

When Marnie finished Peter’s shirt, she started unbuckling his pants, drawing them down. He was wearing boxers and his cock popped out. She kissed the head and giggled.

“Give me a minute, honey. Don’t lose that thing. I’ve got to unleash Sven’s cock too.”

While Marnie turned back to Sven to work on his pants, Peter glanced at me.

“What exactly is your deal?” Peter asked. He sat on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes and socks, his cock kind of waving around. Marnie had unearthed Sven’s uncut pecker and was sucking it, maintaining his interest.

I glanced down so I didn’t have to look. “We’ve recently had a change in our relationship. Marnie is my Mistress in addition to being my wife. I’ve agreed to let her control our marriage.”

“And that includes letting her be with other men?”

“If that’s what she wants. I get things out of it too.”

“What’s that?”

“Fuck her every day whether she wants to or not. Fuck a different woman every month. We’re both submissive to Björn’s wife.”

“Lynn? Your mother?”

“There were reasons. Good ones.”

Marnie stopped sucking Sven’s cock. “If we hadn’t, this wouldn’t be happening tonight, fellas. Which one of you guys would like to help me out of my clothes?”

They both helped Marnie out of her clothes. Mother Mistress let Marnie wear a bra, because her boobs needed the support, but her pussy was bare, and shaven. She’d done it this morning after ass fucking me. It didn’t take them long to have her naked.

“Gentleman, I’m hoping you’d do me a few favors,” Marnie asked, lightly stroking each of their cocks with her hands.

“What favors are those?” Peter asked, totally naked now. Sven still had his pants around his ankles. They both had meatier cocks than mine, though only Sven’s was longer.

“First, I’m a bit submissive myself. Although putting us together in this room is my idea, I want one of you fuckers to take charge tonight. I don’t want to decide what I do or when I do it. I want you to tell me what to do. Second, I want to fuck a lot tonight. I want to suck cocks, get fucked in the ass, get spit roasted and air tight. I want each of you to fuck me three or four times. Since there are two of you and I might need a little help getting you ready for another fucking, I want you to allow Richard to suck your cocks to help me out.”

“We’re not homosexual,” Peter said. “That’s why we’re up here to fuck you.”

“Neither is Richard. He’s never sucked a cock in his life, but I want him to prove to me how much he’s willing to do for me. You don’t have to suck his cock or fuck him. You can fuck me all you want. Since you’re not homosexual, you can imagine how much it would mean if he sucked a cock for me. It won’t just be Richard. I’ll be sucking my share of your cocks, but I’d like him to clean off your cocks after you’ve cum inside me and get you hard enough to fuck me again. Not to orgasm, mind you. I’m not asking him to swallow any of your cum except what he licks off me.”

“You want to do this?” Sven asked me. I guess I wasn’t just a pretty face.

“I don’t want to do it,” I replied. “It’s about the most revolting thing I can think of except for possibly eating vomit or shit. But I know Mistress would like me to do it and I’ll do as she asks. It would please me greatly if you’d both refuse.”

“That’s pretty fucked up, you know,” Peter said.

“I’m told this whole thing about submission, me letting you fuck my wife, gets easier if I let go of my ego and surrender to my Mistress’s will. It’s fucking hard, but that’s what I intend to do. If you decide not to do it, it’s no skin off my nose and perhaps she’ll give me brownie points for agreeing in the first place. In fact, if you grabbed your clothes and walked out of here without fucking her, I’d be relieved as hell.”

“I’d be a little disappointed, gentleman,” Mistress said. “My pussy has been wet since you said yes.”

“I hate to disappoint a woman who asks so politely,” Peter said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Why don’t you start by getting on your hands and knees and sucking my cock. As soon as Sven is naked, he can start fucking you.”

I guess my fate was set. Marnie dropped to her knees to start sucking Peter’s uncircumcised cock. Marnie easily took it all down. I wasn’t surprised after seeing her choke on Joshua’s prick. Sven removed the rest of his clothes and positioned himself behind my wife, sliding in without difficulty, proving how wet she was.

Mistress stopped fucking for a moment. “Honey, I want you to get a little closer so you can see both of these men spit roast your wife.”

Since she was down toward the foot of the bed, I sat near the head and watched the two men stick her fore and aft and tried to keep my hand off my dick, because it would be embarrassing as hell to cum while they fucked her. And fuck her they did. Marnie climaxed three times before first Peter, then Sven, unloaded their balls.

“Honey, why don’t you start with Sven first, while I get Peter cranked up for a second fucking. Since I expect to have my cunt filled again, cleaning me off isn’t a huge priority. Gentlemen, why don’t you all pick a hole and I’ll let Richard have the remaining one. I’m sure he’d like to blow off a little steam too.”

I looked at Sven, his cock just slithering out from Marnie’s pussy. It was thick from their mutual cum. I nearly gagged looking at it.

“May I?” I asked, my voice a rough whisper, barely able to get the words out.

Sven nodded and I knelt in front of him and held his cock near the base, loosely, because I really didn’t want to be touching it, leaned forward with my mouth open and took it inside. I was struck with the pungency, the scent of both a man and a woman, the thick texture of cream coating it. I got an inch or two of it in my mouth and gagged, and not because of my gag reflex.

“Sorry,” I said. “Not used to this yet.”

I swallowed down my bile and tried again. It was no longer hard, having lost its stiffness, just a tube of meat, soft and fleshy, and heavy, heavier than mine. I got the same two inches down, then tried to get a bit more. I closed my eyes, trying not to see his thick, curly pubic hair, or his hairy balls, or his hairy stomach, trying to imagine sucking on anything other than what I was sucking on. Maybe a bratwurst, with a salty, going bad, sour cream or something on it. Just a brat, one I couldn’t chew.

I got four or five inches down, not knowing for sure because I wasn’t looking, my eyes closed, just bobbing up and down with a light suction on it. Limp, I was getting most of it in my mouth, I could feel the pubic hair on my lips. Finally, Sven started to grow again, stiffening and even going the same distance down his stalk, I didn’t feel the hair anymore. I’d also managed to clean off the sexual essences which had coated his cock. When he seemed hard enough to fuck again, I pulled off.

Finally opening my eyes, I looked at his hard, one-eyed, prick and had to rush to the bathroom and throw up, regurgitating the wedding reception food and the alcohol into the toilet. I brushed my teeth and gargled before I went back. No one commented on my sudden exit, too busy with Marnie. Peter was lying on the bed, with Marnie mounted on his me sized prick; Sven was working on getting his new erection in Marnie’s ass.

It took a little prodding, because we didn’t have any lube, so all he had was a little spit for her anus and my saliva on his cock, and he was thick. Marnie was groaning while he inched his way into her back door, with another cock filling the space next door.

“I’m so fucking full,” Marnie said. “Honey, you can’t believe what this feels like. I’m going to cum. Oooohhhh, fuuuuccccckkkk!”

Sven reached rock bottom and Marnie shivered through a monster orgasm. Another one came rapidly soon after.

“Richard, you need to get in here and feed me your cock,” Mistress said after recovering from the second one. “Take off your clothes, all except for those cute little panties you’re wearing. Make me airtight, honey.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She wanted to humiliate me more. I would have gladly taken off the damn things and thrown them away, but no, Marnie wanted these big, strong men to see him in the transparent ladies briefs she’d made me wear before putting on my wedding clothes.

On the other hand, I’d been hard off and on since she started flirting with Sven and Peter, mostly on, and needed some relief, so didn’t delay overlong in taking off my shirt and pants. My precum had started leaking out when we walked into the hotel making the panties even more transparent so the head of my cock looked like it had sprung out of them. Marnie licked the head through the cloth.

“Oh, baby, give it to me,” Marnie grinned, seeing my hard dick. “Feed it to me.”

I pulled the panties below my ball sack and did as she requested. She sucked the whole thing down. Fuck that felt good. Given my level of excitement, how long I’d been excited, I was desperate to unload, yet would feel like a wimp if I didn’t take at least five minutes to cum. Each time the two men rocked into Marnie, her lips would go all the way down my shaft and tickle my McNuggets.

Straining to hold back, at least until Marnie climaxed again, was so damn difficult. The scene in front of me was so fucking lewd, my wife plugged in all three holes like some porn star, moaning as she was fucked in every orifice. The second she started to cum, I lost it, jets of cum shooting into her mouth, ribbons of the stuff, Mistress hastily gulping down my offering to keep from drowning in the thick gruel. Maybe I lasted two minutes, three if I was being generous.

Mistress waited until my throbbing stopped, then spit my cock out. It was still hard.

“Was my little cuck boy so excited to see his wife fucked by these handsome gentlemen, he forgot to ask for permission to cum?”

Damn! “Yes, Mistress.”

“You’ll need to be punished. We’ll take care of that as soon as these men are finished fucking me.” She emphasized men.

“Yes, Mistress.”

I saw the two men look at each other. Damn!

Of course, they both managed to last about ten minutes longer than I did, making me feel like a premature ejaculating, pimply-faced teenager. My only excuse; they’d cum once already and were both about ten more years further removed from their teens than I was. Sven was first, bellowing like a bull moose, arching his back and freezing balls deep in Marnie’s backside. Marnie was cumming with him, the fifth time she’d cum during their fucking.

“That’s it, Sven. Fill my slutty ass with your cum, lover. It feels so good. I’m cumming again.”

As soon as he stopped pulsing and pulled out, “Be a dear, Richard, and get Sven a nice warm washcloth to clean him with.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I obeyed, running some water until it was warm, soaking a washcloth and bringing it to Sven. I stuck out my hand to give it to him and he just looked at me like I was daft, coughing politely.

“Yes, sir.”

I carefully washed his meaty prick, cleaning the detritus of his anal fucking from his cock. Since some cum was leaking out of Marnie’s ass, I wiped around her still gaping hole, though it was slowly closing, even as I washed her.

Peter was energetically pumping with more room to maneuver now, driving up hard as Marnie ground down, her plump bums jiggling as they collided together. She climaxed a sixth time about thirty seconds before Peter groaned and shot his wad, still jacking into my wife.

“This might be a good time to take a short break,” Mistress said, “hydrate a little, give my little man his spanking for cumming without permission. When you suck Peter, honey, don’t get him hard yet, just clean off our joy juice. I’ll get the drinks. You men want booze or water?”

“The drunk driving laws in Norway are Draconian,” Peter said. “Water’s fine.”

Marnie dismounted, cum running down her legs, pointed to Peter’s pecker and said, “Take care of that.”

I got between his legs. “Are you going to puke again?” Peter asked.

“I’ll try not to, sir.”

He put his arm behind his head and watched me suck the cum from his limp prick. It was thick with both his and Marnie’s juices, so I had to work at not gagging again. I managed to get him presentable looking and Marnie gave me some water.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

Happy to wash down the sludge, I chugged down half the bottle. She pointed to her pussy and told me to clean her up. If anything, it was even thicker, both Sven and Peter having cum in her cunt so far. Fortunately, having shaved herself bald, I didn’t have to lick dried cum from her pubic hair, so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. It still took me five minutes to do a reasonable job and she climaxed again, with more cream dribbling out of her as her pussy contracted.

“Good boy.” She patted my head. “Get The Enforcer, Richard, and let’s take care of your spanking.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I went to the bag of goodies Joshua had provided Mistress and got the wicked little paddle. She patted her lap and told me to drape myself over her legs. My cock was hard and she could feel it on her legs, still snugged into her panties. She peeled them down my legs to my ankles, allowing my prick to spring free.

“I want you to repeat what I say after each smack, Richard.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She smacked me a good one, the first spanking I’d had since yesterday, but already familiar to me.

“I’m a naughty little boy.”

“I’m a naughty little boy,” I whimpered, humiliated.

Whack. “I orgasmed without asking for permission.”

“I orgasmed without asking for permission.”

Thwack. “I didn’t wait until I had permission.”

I repeated it. Slap. “My orgasms belong to my Mistress, not me.”

Repeat. Swat. “If I don’t have permission to cum, I will be punished.”

My ass was burning. I was sure it was red. I repeated. Slap. “My Mistress expects better from her little boy.”

“My Mistress expects better from her little boy.” Tears were leaking from my eyes, as much from the shame as the pain, though the pain was considerable. The Enforcer stung like hell. So was the shame.

Smack. “Good boys do as they’re told.”

“Good boys do as they’re told,” I groaned.

Crack. “Good boys wait for permission to cum.” I repeated.

Wallop. “I will be a good boy from now on.”

“I will be a good boy from now on.”

One more smack. “I will obey my Mistress.”

“I will obey my Mistress.”

Mistress patted my ass. “Very good, Richard. Stand up.”

I stood up, my panties still around my ankles, my erection pointing at her.

“Does my little boy need relief?” Mistress asked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She smiled at me, then started stroking my cock, keeping her eyes on my face. Every so often, she’d suck the tip of my dick to add a little moisture, then stroke some more, jacking me off. It didn’t take her too long.

“Mistress, may I please cum?” I asked.

“Not yet, Richard. You need to exhibit a little more control.”

She sucked the tip again, going halfway down the shaft, adding more moisture for her hand, rubbing the precum over the crown. My cock was twitching. Both of the men were watching with interest.

A minute later, I was begging her. “Please, Mistress. I’m pleading with you. I won’t last. I’m about to pop.”

“A little bit longer, sweetheart. You can do it, I know you can. Give me thirty seconds.”

I was ready to climb the walls. I didn’t know if I had it in me to give her thirty more seconds. I closed my eyes and tried to think about anything but her hand stroking my shaft.

“You can cum now, little man,” Mistress said, and cum shot out of my cock like a cannon, splashing all over her breasts, chest and belly, stream after stream.

“Did that feel good, Richard?” Mistress said, still tugging the last little bit out of my prick.

“Yes, Mistress,” I gasped, my cock incredibly sensitive, still throbbing.

“You need to clean up after yourself, sweetheart. Lick all your cum off me.”

She lay back on the bed and I got to work cleaning my cream off every inch of skin where it had spurted, and it was a lot.

When I got it all, Mistress said, “I’ve done what I wanted to do, but I still want to fuck some more. Do either of you gentlemen have a request?”

“You’ve got gorgeous boobs,” Sven said. “I want to fuck your tits.”

“Mmm, sounds fun. I’ve never done that before. Richard, why don’t you get my body lotion.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I went into the bathroom and got her lotion. She took it when I returned.

“Richard, you need to get Sven hard again.”

I knelt at his feet and started sucking his cock again, feeling him grown in my mouth.

“You looking forward to me fucking your wife’s titties, Richard?”

My mouth was full, so I just nodded. Sven patted my head. When he was hard, I stood up and Mistress directed me to get close and watch. She squirted a large dollop of lotion between her breasts. Sven climbed over her body and laid his large slab of meat between her breasts.

Mistress handed me the lotion. “Squeeze a little more lotion between my breasts every time I ask you to, honey.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy.”

She pushed her big breasts together and Sven started fucking them. About every couple minutes, she’d ask for more lotion and I added some to the tunnel between her tits. Sven kept thrusting between the spongy globes, admiring his girth sliding between her generous cleavage, her nipples hard and puckered. She’d occasionally bend down and lick the head of his cock.

“Fuck my tits, Sven,” Mistress said. “I want you to cum all over them so Richard has more man juice to clean up.”

It took roughly fifteen minutes before Sven groaned and launched a river of jism on Marnie’s chest and tits, some of it even coating her neck.

“Fuck!” Sven groaned. “Fucking perfect,” still pulsing pearls of cum on Marnie’s tits.

“Clean him first, Richard,” Mistress warned, “then lick me clean again.”

Marnie’s hand lotion was cucumber scented, but didn’t taste anything like cucumbers as I sucked Sven’s member to get the lotion and his cum off it. Kind of bitter, actually, and I had to lick more of the stuff off of Mistress’s tits, although hers was mostly cum, the lotion having been worked into her skin.

“What do you want to do, Peter?” Mistress asked.

“I haven’t fucked your ass yet,” he replied.

“Then fuck my ass you shall. Perhaps we’ll use a little lotion for that as we don’t have any lube. Baby, get Peter hard and then coat his cock with lotion, please and thank you.”

Once again, I found myself sucking a prick, getting more used to it every time I did. Sven and Marnie’s little show had done half the work for me, so it only took about a minute of sucking to get him hard enough for him to plow Mistress’s ass. I put some lotion on my hands and rubbed it into his cock, almost imagining myself as masturbating my own dick.

Marnie knelt on the bed and Peter lined up on her pucker and pushed forward.

“Thanks, lover,” Mistress moaned. “Fuck my ass, fill it full of cream. That feels so good. You’ll never believe this, but the first time I’ve ever been ass fucked was a couple nights ago. Seven men in a row, beginning with my husband fucked it that night. I couldn’t believe what I’d been missing. I had to suck all their cocks after they fucked me.”

“Are you going to suck mine?” Peter asked, fucking hard.

“No. Before I did that, I had several enemas to clean out my bowels first. We didn’t have time to do it before the wedding. If we had, Richard would be sucking your cock clean, but I won’t make him do that now. Even I have limits.”

“Not many of them,” Sven said.

“True, but it’s very important to establish my Dominance and his submission as quickly as possible. Since I’m submissive myself, it’s important Richard knows where he stands. It’s why Lynn put me into Dominance, so she’d have control of what happened to her son.”

“What kind of control?” Peter asked.

“That I won’t carry a child that isn’t his. I won’t publicly feminize him. Oh, fuck me, that feels good.”

“Like making him wear panties?” Sven asked.

“Panties go under his clothes. I won’t make him wear a dress, or make-up to turn him into a girl in front of his co-workers or our neighbors. The only ones who will know he wears panties will be the men or women I bring home to fuck me. The only cocks he’ll suck are the ones I make him suck.”

Peter looked like he was getting close. Without being told, I got another washcloth to wash him with. He climaxed, groaning, spurting his spunk deep in my wife’s rectum. When he pulled out, I washed him without a word, then cleaned Marnie again.

“Do you boys think you’re up for one more go?” Mistress asked.

“It might take a little more effort,” Sven said. “Much as I’ve enjoyed this, I’ve still climaxed three times in the last couple hours.”

“That’s okay. Both Richard and I got some lovely oral training. I’m the only one who got to practice on a cock though. I think Richard needs to practice on one too. We’ll let him do you, Peter. I’ll teach him how to deep throat your dick. I had to learn. He should too. Let’s have another little rest, then we’ll get started. More water?”

“Please.” I wanted water too. I got four bottles and passed them out.

Mistress pulled me aside. “This is important, Richard. I want you to do to Peter what I did for you after our training. You should be sucking his balls, playing with his ass, whatever you need to do to get him hard again. Beth told me the secret to deep throating cocks and it was to swallow when they got deep enough you start to gag. Swallowing helps suppress the gag reflex and helps pull the cock deeper into your throat. I’m giving you Peter because he’s got the smaller dick. I’ll take Sven so you don’t need to learn on his big cock. How are you doing so far?”

“Okay, I guess, Mistress.”

“I know it’s been hard for you, honey. I’ve been very proud of you, how hard you’re working to please me. We have this last little bit to get through and then I’ll let you fuck me. Are you with me?”

“Yes, Mistress. I’m with you.”

“Good boy.” She patted my face.

We rejoined the two men and drank our water. I drank all the water to negate the salty taste of all the cum I’d swallowed already.

“Gentlemen, lie down and relax. We were instructed by a woman who every man and woman on Joshua’s ship says is the best cock sucker and cunt licker aboard. All we lack is practice, but I’m fairly confident we can get your erections back. If at all possible, I’d like each of you to cum in my cunt again. I’d like Richard to have lots of gooey cum to eat out of my pussy after you leave.”

The two men looked at each other and nodded.

“Watch me a little before you get started, Richard. See what I’m doing and try to duplicate it.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Great, more cock sucking, more salty cum. Just what I wanted. Not.

Mistress began her fellatio on Sven, putting into practice all Beth had taught us about providing the greatest pleasure to whoever we were serving. She was kissing and licking around his body, finding his erogenous zones. I recognized when she found some of them. Peter was watching with interest, especially when she went over Sven’s cock and managed to take him all with relatively little trouble. I noticed how she was swallowing as she descended down his shaft, exactly as she’d told me to do.

I started on Peter. The scent of sex on his sex and in his pubic air was strong. I was kissing and nibbling all over his lower body, doing my own search of his body. His balls were hairy and sweaty and had more than a little dried cum on them despite the clean ups I’d done after his previous fuckings. I rolled them around in my mouth, almost gagging again, though not because they were hitting my gag reflex. I even lifted them to lick at his taint. I couldn’t quite grasp the nerve to lick around his asshole, but I was coming damn close. His prick was beginning to show some life, so I started sucking to see if I could get his rod down my throat. As I got closer to my gag reflex, I started swallowing, and I was able to get more of his cock in my mouth than any previous time. I had to grab some air, so I moved up to the crown, swirled my tongue around it and started back down.

“Richard, Sven is hard now so I’m going to start fucking him. Keep working at getting all of Peter’s pecker down your throat. Once you do that, you only need to keep sucking enough to keep him hard enough to fuck me after Sven does.”

I nodded, my mouth once again too full to speak. I kept working on his shaft, working a little closer to the base with each attempt. I finally got all the way down his dick, enough to lick his balls while I was down there. I gasped and pulled off him and watched Sven fuck my wife a little.

Marnie was on her back with her legs folded up nearly to her ears. Sven was splitting her open, driving hard with each thrust and she was loving it. Long, deep strokes of his dick hitting her where I couldn’t go. I didn’t know what felt worse; watching her cum on Sven’s big cock or diving down Peter’s shaft every couple minutes to maintain his interest. They both caused my brain to malfunction. I had half an eye on Sven splitting my wife in two as she climaxed again, idly sucking my way down Peter’s peter.

I was paying too much attention to her and not enough to what I was doing. I missed the warning signs of Peter’s impending explosion. Suddenly, he grabbed my head and smashed it down against his crotch and let loose, hosing my tonsils with what felt like a cup of cum. I gasped and sputtered, unprepared for the viscous onslaught, then started swallowing so I wouldn’t choke.

Peter was moaning and groaning. “Ah, fuck, that’s the best blow job I ever had. Are you sure you’re not a fairy queen?”

I was trying to pull off, but Peter had a good grip on my head as he unloaded every drop of semen in his balls, his cock twitching and flexing in my mouth and down my throat.

“Richard, you were just supposed to keep him hard, not make him cum,” Mistress said.

I still couldn’t speak, Peter’s spear occupying a large chunk of real estate in my mouth and half blocking my air. His pulses started to slow and he let go of my head and I lifted off his cock with a gasp, struggling for air. Saliva and cum were dripping out of my mouth when I got off him.

“I’m sorry, Mistress. I was paying too much attention to you and not enough to what I was doing.”

Of course, that fucker Peter could have warned me he was about to cum.

“Well, that’s an erection wasted. I wanted that cock for myself.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Well, clean him up good,” she said. “Don’t send him home with a messy cock.”

I’d already swallowed most of it. It didn’t take much time to finish the job. I got up and watched Sven finish fucking my wife, depositing another load of sperm in her sopping pussy. I’d lost track of how many times she’d orgasmed, especially once Peter started cumming in my mouth.

Mistress had me clean Sven’s cock when he was finished.

“Gentlemen, I can’t thank you enough for spending the evening with us and giving me some great sex. You guys are real studs. I’m sure I’ll have cum leaking out of my pussy for a couple days no matter how deep Richard digs for it.”

“I’ve got to say this was one of the most bizarre nights I’ve ever spent anywhere,” Sven said. He turned to me. “I hope it works out for you.”

“Me too, sir. Thanks.”

Peter said, “That really was a great blow job. I’ve spent some times in some pretty raw naval ports. Never had a blow job like that one.”

I nodded, not wanting to say anything. I saw them out of our room while Mistress remained on the bed, cum dripping from her pussy.

“Do you want to add to the mess in my cunt before you clean me up with one of those great cunt lickings you learned to do, or add to it after and clean me up again?”

“Add to the mess, Mistress.”

She smiled. “I hoped you’d say that, Richard. I’m a little sore, you’ll be gentle won’t you?”

“As gentle as I need to be,” I said.

Without the other two men in the room, not feeling I needed to compete, I spent the next twenty minutes giving Mistress a long, comfortable screw. Putting my cock in her was like putting it in warm pudding, there was already such a stew of bodily fluids in her. I orgasmed hard, adding my mix to the soup. She climaxed two more times while I fucked her. When my throbbing discharge was over, I slid down her body and gave her the best lick job I could muster. She screamed, stifling her screams in a pillow, then sobbing as I gave her three more almost as good, gathering as much of our joint juices as I could collect, each of her orgasms releasing a little more for me to lap from her folds.

“Come here,” she said, pulling me up her body and kissing me despite the mess of fluids around my mouth. She pulled my head against her breast, hugging me.

“I don’t want to suck cocks, Mistress.”

“I know you don’t, Richard. The fact that you don’t is the reason I’m so proud of you for what you accomplished for me tonight. It shows the worth you place upon our relationship. Because you were so good, I’m planning a treat for you when we get back to the States.”

Thinking it might be more cocks, I hesitated in asking what, but eventually did.

“Do you remember my friend, Cheryl?”

“Yes. She’s one of your closest friends from college, Mistress.”

“Do you think she’s attractive?”

“Very attractive, Mistress.”

“It’s something she doesn’t broadcast around, but she’s a bisexual. She’s hinted more than a few times that she’d like to have sex with me. I never took her up on it because I never thought I’d enjoy having sex with a woman. Now it seems I’ll be having sex with your sister on a regular basis and I have to admit, I’ve enjoyed sex with the other women from the ship. I find myself looking at women now and wondering to myself what they might be like in bed. As a reward for your obedience tonight, Cheryl is the next person I’m going to invite to our marriage bed. In return for having sex with me, she’ll also have to fuck you. Of course, she’ll have to know you’re my sex slave, but she won’t tell anyone. She’s always maintained secrets well.

My cock stirred, despite just cumming. Marnie felt it.

“Seems like you’re interested,” Mistress laughed.

“It’s intriguing, Mistress.”

“That’s not all I have to tell you. I’ve got a lot of plans for you. I’d like to tell you what they are so you can prepare for them.”

“What, Mistress?”

“If I’m going to be a bisexual slut and invite women to our bed, I need you to become a bisexual slut as well. You don’t have to like it, you only have to be as obedient as you were tonight. The second person I’m going to invite to our bed will be a big cocked bisexual. I haven’t found him yet. I’ll be looking. I’d like to find a black man who likes cock on the side. He’ll spend a weekend with us and you’ll need to learn to suck his cock like I do. I want him to fuck your ass. I don’t want to use only strap-ons on you. I want you to take a nice big dick up your back door, then suck it afterward. We’ll give you enemas first. I also want you to fuck man ass, to masturbate each other, sixty-nine, anything you do with a woman, you’ll do with a man.

“Every time someone new comes into our bed, we’ll both be able to fuck them without reservation, man or woman. Perhaps it was good Peter dropped a load in your mouth. I want you to be as comfortable with male cum as you are with female. Do you understand what I’m asking?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Are you going to obey?”

“I’ll do my best, Mistress. I’ll try to get my head around it.”

“That’s number one. Number two, you need to learn to avoid getting excited and becoming erect. I’m going to start putting you in a cock cage every day before you go to work. Mistress told me Manuel didn’t control his erections while wearing a cock cage when he first submitted and had a rather severe medical problem as a result. I noticed you’ve had an erection most of the day including when Sven and Peter were fucking me. It seemed to me that even your humiliation caused you to become erect. While you were sucking their cocks and licking their cum out of my cunt comes to mind. It embarrassed you, but you still got an erection.

“That needs to end. I’ll give you a slightly larger cock cage to start, which might allow a partial erection, but becoming erect will be painful. You need to get control of your cock. As you develop control, your cage will get smaller and smaller until you can’t get even the slightest bit erect. The only time I’ll release you from the cage is when you’re allowed to have sex. The rest of the time you’ll remain caged. Your erections and all sex you have will truly be owned by me.

“That includes when you’re licking me, or any other man or woman in our bed; when you’re watching me have sex with other men or women, watching porn or for any other reason but me or our Mistress giving you permission to have sex.

“You may also expect to wear anal plugs on a frequent basis, including to work. I’ll allow you to remove it if you engage in sports activities or exercise in which you’ll be in a locker room, keeping in mind our Mistress’s order that I not subject you to public humiliation at your job or among our friends or acquaintances. I’m also considering genital piercing and tattoos, both of which will be approved before I undertake them, remaining mindful that you not be given permanent marks without her approval. Thus far, I’ve greatly enjoyed your submission and I wish to explore all facets of it, just as I expect Alexandra in particular, will enjoy all facets of my submission.

“I won’t make you go without underwear as I’m expected to do, but the only underwear you’ll be allowed will be girls panties. You may wear a jockstrap for athletics, but panties the rest of the time under your clothing. Around the house, you’ll be nude unless we have a guest who can’t know about your sex slave status, such as neighbors, co-workers and the like. As part of your submission, I will embarrass and humiliate you as I did tonight in front of others, particularly those I’m having sex with. This won’t be because I don’t love you or care for you, but because I want to increase your feelings of submissiveness and increase my Dominance and control of you.

“Just like tonight, this will be hard. You mentioned Mistress saying it was important to surrender your ego and your will to me to become happier in your submission. That’s what I want you to do. Give up ego and surrender your will to the extent allowed by our slave agreements. Unless you’re out of town on business, I will surrender all three fuck holes every day, though not always to cum in each hole. Sometimes you may only orgasm once, but you’ll have use of all of me before you do. Do you have any questions about my expectations for our relationship from now on?”

The outline Mistress made of my slavery would be difficult. Watching her have sex with other men had been hard, even if it had excited me. Having to pleasure other men or clean up after them had been hard, yet I’d managed to do it, with one minor trip to the porcelain throne to show for it. I didn’t look forward to wearing a cock cage, or wearing women’s panties or butt plugs. It scared hell out of me to be honest. But I somehow knew I could get through it, hard as it may be.

“No questions, Mistress.”

Marnie enfolded me in her arms and we went to sleep, pretty much fucked out.

******

Mistress and I fucked in the morning since we didn’t know if we’d get another chance today. After packing all but our traveling clothes, Mistress made me put on some more of her panties. My cock was close to an erection again, almost popping out of the low waistband.

Mistress thumped it with a finger. “See what I mean about your erections. Your cock cage will be very painful unless you get control of your little man. I highly recommend you thinking about whatever you can to lose that thing.”

It was hard not thinking about her fucking other people, but I did my best. We met Alexa downstairs for breakfast. She was just saying goodbye to Carl. We said goodbye as well.

“You kept him all night, Miss Alexa?”

“Indeed I did and he was a delightful lover. If I lived in Norway, I’d date him. He’s intelligent, handsome, nice and packs a nice dick. How was your evening?”

“Splendid, Miss Alexa. Sven had the biggest cock but they were both excellent lovers. Sven fucked me four times, Peter only three.”

“Why only three?”

“Richard had an accident, Mistress. He was only supposed to be keeping Peter hard, but he wasn’t paying attention.”

“Mouth or hand?”

“Mouth, Miss Alexa.”

Alexandra looked at me. “I almost want to feel sorry for you but a lot of men have cum in my mouth too. It really isn’t that big of a deal.”

“Perhaps if I weren’t heterosexual, I’d agree with you, Mistress.”

“Perhaps you shouldn’t be a submissive slave slut and no one would expect it of you. Marnie will be licking lots of pussy.”

“She reminded me of the same thing, Mistress.”

“There you go. By the way, I have some interesting ideas for our trip home.”

“What would those be, Miss Alexa?” Marnie asked.

“I think we all need to join the Mile High Club. And for you, Marnie, I’m going to insert a plug in your ass before we go through security.”

“Why, Mistress?” I asked.

“Because it will show up on the security scanner and they’ll probably need to pull Marnie aside and strip search her. I think that would be amusing.”