Chapter One

Anger Issues

 

I was naked and kneeling behind my wife in the bathroom while she primped for her night out with her girlfriends when she dropped the first bomb.

"My friend Shirley is coming over tomorrow," she said. "Her husband has been such a dick lately that she needs to take care of some anger issues."

I cringed, but wisely kept my mouth shut. Taking care of anger issues was code speak for Shirley beating the hell out of me. If I complained my wife would only find some way to make it worse. I leaned forward and kissed her ass hoping that she would take pity on me. She laughed.

"I have to say, Arthur, that I love our life since you convinced me to take control of you," my wife said. "I adore the freedom that regulating every moment of your existence gives me. I love not being tied down to worrying about your needs and I especially love going out and doing things while you are confined to the house doing chores and waiting to serve me when I get home. It's just what you wanted, isn't it?"

It wasn't at all like I had imagined when I'd asked her but all that would happen if I disagreed and complained is that she would punish me, so I nodded.

"I have a really special surprise for you," she said, dropping what would turn out to be the second bomb. "Follow me."

I crawled behind her through her bedroom into the walk-in closet where I could see a dog cage in the corner. I looked at her in horror. Sure, I had asked to become her slave and be controlled and punished but I was still her husband and except for when we were alone and playing out my fantasy we were still a loving couple or, at least I thought so.

"Sally, what is this for?" I asked speaking totally out of turn and not addressing her properly.

"Sally?" she snapped. "Is that the proper way to address me?"

"I... I'm sorry, Miss Sally," I stammered. "It just surprised me and..."

"Well, you can be assured that you are going to get a special reminder tomorrow when Shirley gets here," she said coldly.

I hung my head.

"I decided that it was time to take your situation to the next level," she said. "Tonight, I plan to find a hunk to bring home and fuck me and I wanted to make sure that you were safely out of the way while we romped about in the bedroom."

"But, Miss Sally, I thought that we..."

"You thought that we were a loving couple and that his was a game?" she sneered, interrupting me. "Just how long did you think I was going to be willing to go without sex?"

"But..."

"Having you satisfy me with your tongue is nice, but it can't take the place of a hard dick," she said.

"I could..."

"No, you couldn't," she said. "You made it very clear that I was to make sure you were denied and whipped any time your little pee-pee even tried to get hard in that stupid cage you insisted that I make you wear."

"It was supposed to make things more exciting between us," I whined.

"Well, it has," she said. "I'm excited that I'm going to find some handsome guy with a big dick tonight to fuck my brains out while you cower in your cage in the closet and listen. I'm super excited. Now, get your ass in there so I can get out of here."

I crawled into the cage; she locked me in and left.

 

***

 

Hours later I heard her come in. She was clearly drunk and from the racket they were making it was plain that she had someone with her. They were talking in whispers so I couldn't make out what was said, but the other person was obviously male. It didn't take long before I could hear the bed creak and then I was treated to almost an hour of frantic lovemaking. My wife had never been that vocal when we made love and it sickened me to realize that some stranger was giving her more pleasure than I ever had.

Instead of falling asleep when they finished I heard them whispering again. Then, the bed creaked, and I could hear footsteps approaching the closet. I couldn't believe that she was going to expose me to a stranger! I tried to make myself as small as possible in the back corner of the cage.

"See!" I heard her say from the doorway of the closet. "I told you, Matthew, I told you I had him caged up in here while we fucked."

"Matthew?" my mind screamed. "Surely she didn't bring my work mate and best friend home?"

I looked up and my worst fears came true. My friend Matthew stood looking down at me with a shell-shocked look on his face. I blushed in embarrassment and hung my head. My wife dragged him into the closet and right over to the cage.

She opened a small door on the top of the cage and said, "Arthur, I want you to stick your head up through here."

I must have hesitated because she then said, "Now, boy, or I'll get the cattle prod."

The cattle prod was one of the harsher things she used when she wanted to torture me or force me to do things I'd never do if I had free will. I didn't want another experience with the dreadful thing, so I stuck my head up. She stepped into my face. Her pussy was right in front of me.

"I want you to clean me," she said.

"There's no way he'll do that," Matthew blurted.

"Now!" my wife demanded.

I looked. Her cunt hair contained a mass of cum and it was running down both legs. I knew I really didn't have a choice, so I leaned in and began to lick.

"Unbelievable," Matthew said.

"You think so?" my wife laughed. "He is going to do you next."

That shut Matthew up. From the corner of my eye I could see him shaking his head in amazement.

When she was satisfied with my cleaning job she stepped back and pulled him into position.

"I know you don't want me to use the cattle prod," she said, "but I'm going to give you a further incentive. If you do exactly as I ask without any whining or complaining, I'll let you have three minutes with Carlotta."

Carlotta was the cheap blow-up doll that she allowed me to fuck on the rare occasions that she allowed me any relief. As degrading as it was my dick tried to erect thinking of three minutes in plastic heaven. I must have grunted in excitement because she laughed.

"I thought so," she said. "Start with his balls. Real men love to have their balls sucked."

I did as she asked. I tried to blank my mind to what I was doing and think ahead to the wonderful three minutes I was going to have.

She had me work on him for more than twenty minutes before she pulled me away. By then he had gotten hard and was moaning and asking her to please let me finish him off.

"Not this time, baby," she said. "I think I want that beautiful thing in me right now but don't worry, next time I'll have him give you a world class blow job."

I hated the words 'next time' because it implied that her time with him was not just a one-night stand to degrade me. It meant that she planned to see him again.

At least when they finished with their next marathon round of sex they fell asleep. That meant I was stuck in the cage for the rest of the night, but it spared me having to suck his cum from my wife's cunt and lick his balls and dick again.

 

***

 

The next day, as promised, her friend Shirley came over in the afternoon. I was in front of the couch on all fours serving as my wife's footstool when she came in. I was shaking thinking about the beating that I was going to receive.

"Hi, Shirl," my wife said, "looking forward to relieving some of your anger issues?"

"I honestly don't know what I'd do, Sally," Shirley said, "if I didn't have your husband to... help me get rid of my feelings for my husband."

"Why don't you just put your husband over your knee or over the couch or...?" my wife asked.

"I wish I could," Shirley said. "I wish he had the same tendencies that your husband does. It sure would make my life easier."

"What if we could get him in a situation where he has to let you?" my wife asked.

"He'd never agree," Shirley said.

"Do we really need his agreement?" my wife laughed.

"I don't understand," Shirley said.

"How about if we could trick him into a circumstance where he didn't have a choice?" my wife asked.

"I really can't see any way that we could do that," Shirley said.

"Shirley, your husband is a pig," my wife said.

"I won't argue with you there," Shirley said. "It's why I'm so mad all the time."

"I mean he hits on me all the time and if I gave him any encouragement at all he'd be all over me," my wife said.

"So?"

"So, why don't I invite him over? I could make him think he's going to get lucky and when I have him vulnerable we can..." my wife trailed off.

"I like it!" Shirley exclaimed.

 

***

 

Two hours later the stage was set. Shirley's husband, Jerry, thought his wife had gone off to a Tupperware party and that I was out of town. My wife had called him up and asked him to come over to help her relight the pilot light on the hot water heater. I could hear the sexual desire in his voice when he accepted.

He came over right away. She had me in the cage in the closet and her friend, Shirley, was sitting on top of it without any panties on while I licked her pussy. When my wife let him in, even though they were downstairs, we could hear them clearly. He started hitting on her immediately.

"So, your pilot light needs... uh lighting?" he asked.

My wife played right into his crude innuendo.

"Can you handle that, Tony?" she asked.

"I can," he said, "but can you handle the heat?"

I wanted to gag.

"I don't know," my wife purred, "can I?"

"Things can get pretty hot," he said.

"I'm sure," my wife said. "I think I can handle it, but can you?"

"What do I need to do to show you that I can?" he asked.

"Well, why don't you take off your clothes, so they don't get burned," my wife said.

"Huh?"

"Am I moving too fast for you, Tony?" she asked.

"Uh... take off my clothes?" he stammered.

"Yes."

"What about you?" he asked.

"I'd like to see what you got before we go any further," my wife said.

"I got plenty," Tony bragged.

"I hear that a lot," my wife laughed, "but I'm a Missouri girl."

"Huh?"

"You keep saying that," my wife said.

"What's Missouri got to do with us getting it on?" Tony asked.

"It's the 'show me' state, Tony," my wife said disgustedly.

"Oh."

"So?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, uh, okay," Tony said.

We heard the rustle of clothes and then my wife said, "That's it?"

"Huh?"

"Never mind," my wife said, "let's go up to my bedroom."

"Come here, baby, and let me get you into the mood first," Tony said.

"Hold on, big boy," my wife said, "we need to establish some rules here."

"I thought you wanted to get it on," Tony whined.

"I do," my wife responded, "but I want things to proceed at my pace so right now I want you to turn around and put your hands behind you."

"Huh?"

"Do you want to fuck me, Tony?" my wife asked.

"Yes, of course."

"Then turn around and put your hands behind you," my wife said.

He must have done as she asked because almost immediately he complained, "Why did you cuff my hands?"

"I told you. I want things to move at my speed. I want to make sure that you don't take advantage of me," my wife said.

"But I won't be able to... uh... play with your tits and..."

"One more thing," my wife said, interrupting his train of drivel, "we need a collar and a leash to keep you in line."

"Huh?"

"You have kind of a limited vocabulary, don't you?" my wife laughed.

She must have gotten the collar and leash on him because presently we heard them coming up the stairs with him complaining about being dragged along. She pulled him past the bed and over to the closet entrance. The look on his face when he could see his wife sitting on my cage was priceless. He tried to rear back but my wife had a firm grip on the leash. Then he saw me in the cage and a shiver of fear went through him.

"Wh... what's going on?" he stammered.

"The end of you ever bullying me again," Shirley said. "From now on and for the rest of your life you are going to be like Arthur. A slave who does whatever I want, whenever I want and however I want. You will learn to serve and obey me, or I will cut your fucking balls off."

"You fucking bitches are crazy," Tony screamed. "I'll have your asses for this!"

"The only ass that's going to be had is yours, Tony," my wife said. "By the time we are finished training you all you will be like Arthur, a docile obedient servant."

The next few hours were painful to watch. The proud, sure of himself male who had come over thinking he was going to have sex with my wife was gradually reduced to a quivering pitiful begging shell of a man who wanted nothing more than to lick whatever part of his female master's anatomy that they wished. They whipped him, sodomized him, branded him and placed enough shackles and chains on him that he could never escape.

When they were sure he was broken they pushed him into the cage with me and started leaving. Before they got out the door his wife looked back and said, "If I were you, Tony, I'd take advantage of that warm mouth in there with you because while we are out I'm planning on picking up a chastity belt for that thing between your legs and I can guarantee that you will seldom, if ever, have any chance to spurt your filthy seed ever again."

I looked in horror as I saw the wheels turning in his head.