Breaking us Both 4: Bi Dominant Training Submissive Hotwife & Cuckold Husband Public Humiliation & Sharing

by Tinto Selvaggio

  The absence of anyone else in the basement once we’re there somehow takes me by surprise.

  “Do you guys remember the last time you were here?” Anthony smiles at us both, as if we share only fond memories of visiting here.

  I look across to where the large dog cage stood and that I briefly shared with another nameless cuckold husband. It’s gone. In its place are two smaller wire cages or crates, almost side by side.

  My flesh shivers. Lily doesn’t seem to know where to look.

  “Claire figured two smaller cages were more practical than one large one. Now at least.” Anthony gestures toward the cages.

  Now?

  “See the bed I had put in?” Anthony’s points beyond the chains hanging from a ceiling beam across towards the far wall. There’s what looks like a leather bench. It reminds me of doctor’s examination table.

  There are other chains and leather harnesses hanging from the walls, none of which I remember from our last visit. On another wall is an array of whips, paddles and riding crops. My insides are aflame. But another voice is demanding: What the fuck are we doing here?

  “Lily; do you remember the female who was secured to the ceiling when you visited previously?” Richmond’s voice is throaty.

  Lily nods, but her eyes are low. She’s holding both hands together in front of her little skirt.

  “Are you happy to try that for us? Suspension by the arms? I think it would be very exciting to see you that way.” His fingers caress one of her glowing cheeks.

  “If that’s what you want Richmond..” her voice is frail, uncertain-sounding. Like she doesn’t really want to do it, but she thinks she might displease him if she says so.

  “I understand your trepidation Lily. But this is an important step in your development. In pleasing me as your Master.” he says firmly.

  Lily’s folds her arms across her large chest in her tight blue blouse. The corner of her mouth seems to twitch.

  “Would you like me to help you out of your blouse Lily?” Richmond positions my wife underneath the beam and the thick, twin chains hanging motionless from it.

  “Richmond I’m not really sure...” I stammer,

  “I don’t believe this is your decision to make is it Vaughn?” Richmond glares at me.

  Lily’s hair falls around her face as she lowers her head and begins unbuttoning her blouse.

  Anthony’s eyes widen as the outline of my wife’s ample breasts in her black lace blouse appear.

  “Vaughn do you remember the other cuckold’s position while his wife was suspended?” Richmond rests his hands on his hips.

  “But Richmond..”

  “Happy to let you wife take the worse of it as usual Vaughn? There’s a name for that kind of behaviour you know,” he shakes his head slowly. His eyes return to my wife as Anthony secures the first of her outstretched arms into the wrist shackle.

  Footsteps on the stairs. Heels.

  “Ah Claire. Looking as gorgeous as ever.” Richmond smiles at the sullen-looking woman with long blueberry-colored hair. “We have a somewhat reluctant husband here. Could you do the honours while we affix his lovely wife?”

  Claire sighs and after Richmond and Anthony peck each of her cheeks she gestures me to follow her to the ‘caitches’.

  “He stays dressed?” she points at me, her brow knitted.

  “No. We’re still waiting for him to be brave enough to strip.” Richmond laughs and close to him my wife lets out a little grunt as the second shackle is locked around her wrist.

  For a second I stand there looking at Lily in her black bra, short skirt and heels with her arms high above her head, her huge tits heaving rapidly in front of the other men.

  What am I doing letting us put ourselves at the mercy of these people?

  But then Richmond’s hands are on Lily’s helpless hips and she’s offering no resistance.

  “Clothes off for me.” Claire’s thin lips tighten. She stands scrutinizing me with her arms folded viciously over her pert bosom.

  Once I start stripping she doesn’t even look at me. She seems more interested in watching Richmond and Anthony easing my restrained wife’s skirt down over her bottom.

  “OK,” I cough to attract Claire’s attention once I’m standing nude on the stone floor.

  “Move hands, let me see it again” Claire gestures impatiently between my legs. I move my hands from over my groin. Claire snorts at my chastity belt.

  I’m ordered into one of the dog cages which has what feels like a rubber ground sheet as a base. There’s barely enough room for me to sit up when I hunch my shoulders and draw my knees up to my chin. I guess I could just about curl myself in to a ball and lie down too if I had to.

  Claire crunches the padlock on the cage door before my eyes are drawn back to Lily.

  Arms raised, head down. Blonde hair hanging over her face. Only her black lace bra and panties stand between my wife’s curvy flesh and the other men. She shifts her position a little and her heels scrape over the flooring.

  Anthony is grinning up into her face while Richmond stands behind her unfastening her bra.

  Lily lifts her chin, eyes focused ahead over the top of Anthony’s red hair

  “You take too long!” Claire shouts and then in one movement and with two hands, tears Lily’s sheer black panties off her. Lily shrieks and tries to kick out.

  Claire slaps her face. Hard.

  “No!” I shout.

  “Well you do always say you like it rough young lady,” Richmond strokes my wife’s hair and lets her bra fall from his fingers to the ground.

  She’s naked.

  Richmond’s hand is on Lily’s face, caressing her slapped cheek.

  She hangs there, nude except for her heels. Her newly shaven pussy lips pouting. Claire stoops and removes my wife’s shoes. Lily is left almost on her painted tiptoes. She’s panting, grunting.

  “Come to my house dressed like whore?” Claire picks Lily’s little skirt up from the floor. She leans at my wife and slaps one of her breasts. It jumps violently.

  “No Richmond!” I yell.

  “It’s OK Vaughn,” Lily gasps

  “You look so sexy when you get angry,” Richmond pats Claire’s ass. She laughs and pushes his hand away.

  A buzzing noise startles me.

  “That’ll be the others,” Anthony claps his hands together, “I’ll bring them down”.

  Chapter Nine

  “You think you something fucking special whore?” Claire grips Lily’s chin in a bony hand once Richmond and Anthony have gone up the cellar stairs.

  “Stop it!” I grasp the bars of the cage. I’m ignored.

  “Big titties; so what?” She pinches at one of my wife’s nipples, twisting it until Lily squeals. Claire laughs and slaps Lily’s breast so that it leaps. Then she slaps the other one

  Voices on the stairs. Claire stands back from my wife, arms folded.

  “Here we all are,” Anthony smiles warmly. Behind him a naked man and woman, each with a black collar around their necks. The couple from last time we were here. Both the skinny guy and his chubby, small-chested partner are shaved between the legs. Not how I remember them. Beyond them is Richmond, with some sort of package in his hand.

  “Claire my angel, could you cage this one for us?” Anthony smiles at his wife.

  “Why always me?” Claire sighs. Her eyes narrow at Lily before she grips the naked man by his collar. She drags him towards me.

  “Knees.” Anthony clicks his fingers at the flat-chested woman and she lowers herself to the floor at his feet.

  “What do you think of their new neckwear Richmond?” Anthony pulls at the woman’s collar. “Tags say: ‘Property of Master Anthony and Mistress Claire’.”

  “Interesting,” Richmond nods slowly, “but I might prefer something a little more permanent on a body like this.” His hand traces across one of Lily’s recently slapped breasts. Her rose-colored nipple stiffens.

  “Like a tattoo?” Anthon
y strokes his goatee.

  “Maybe. What would you think Lily?” says Richmond. My wife doesn’t reply; she’s breathing hard.

  Claire orders the skinny guy into the other cage. His eyes meet mine for a split second. We don’t acknowledge each other.

  “May I?” Anthony wiggles an index and second finger at Richmond. Richmond nods once.

  Anthony steps towards my wife.

  “Mmmmm. Smooth, exposed pussy now too.” He leans his head and shoulders in to my wife’s neck, inhales deeply and his hand descends between her legs.

  Lily attempts to force her knees together as Anthony digs his fingers in to her. Her brow furrows as she’s fingered.

  “Please don’t resist Lily. I want to share you,” Richmond’s voice is firm but calm.

  “Sweet,” Anthony is murmuring, extending the length of the word.

  “She had pussy licked by woman?” Claire grips the collar of the kneeling female.

  “No, not yet she hasn’t Claire. Would you like to initiate?” Richmond stands back, his arms crossing over his powerful chest.

  The kneeling woman is dragged across the floor towards my wife.

  “Fiona’s going down on her..” a whisper from the other cage. He’s started to stroke himself.

  Oh my God. Oh my God. My own cock is throbbing.

  “Open legs bitch!” Claire is yelling at my wife.

  Lily is crossing one leg over the other and then back.

  “Easy Lily,” Richmond is stroking my wife’s brow, nuzzling her neck as the other woman kneels at Lily’s pretty feet. Richmond is whispering to my wife. I wish I could hear what he’s saying.

  Next to me, mercifully this time with two cage walls to separate us, my companion is toying with his erection. Even out of the corner of my eye it looks horribly large.

  God I wish I could feel my hand on my own cock. Instead my stiffening shaft pushes desperately against a cage of its own. But there’s something about being locked helpless in this crate, those people enjoying my wife, another cuckold husband restrained alongside me, being denied my wife for so long... I’m almost hysterical with desire. God I need to cum.

  Richmond and Anthony are crouching near my wife’s feet. They each hold one of her ankles away from the other. Claire pushes the kneeling woman into place. Lily looks like she’s holding her breath as the woman’s head reaches up, her face making contact with my wife’s vagina.

  Claire has the other woman by the hair, pulling at her head. The woman’s hands have snaked up and around Lily’s buttocks, pulling her into her face. The woman is moaning, washing and rinsing her face with Lily’s pussy.

  “Oh my, now that is arousing,” Richmond says, “What do you think Vaughn?” he calls across to me.

  Lily’s eyes are closed now, mouth starting to hang open. She’s breathing heavily.

  “You ready for some relief watching this Vaughn?”

  Am I? Oh God how I’m ready.

  Richmond is here at my cage now, key in one hand, something else in the other. He opens the cage door and throws the pink lingerie inside.

  “Lily made sure she brought it,” he grins.

  My ribs are being crushed.

  “I want you wearing that while you’re sucking me off,” Richmond moves to the second cage and begins unlocking it.

  Put that on? In front of Lily and all these people?

  Richmond’s hands are at his belt as he strides back over to where my Lily is having her pussy noisily lapped. The other naked man scampers after Richmond.

  If I was able to think straight none of this would be happening. I look over to Lily. The sound of her starting to orgasm is like some fuzzy background noise. I don’t dwell long over Richmond’s instructions.

  Carefully, I’m pulling the delicate, trembling fabric over my head. The feather-light material grazes my shoulders and the top of my back. It makes my nipples stand to attention as I adjust it over my chest.

  I contort myself and grunt trying to get the panties up my legs and over my ass. My heart is pounding as I adjust the front of the panties around my chastity belt. The elegance of this fragile, sheer garment so at odds with the brutal hardness of the cock cage and padlock between my legs.

  Dressed, I creep from the dog cage and tiptoe barefoot across the cellar. Keep your hand on the padlock. Stop it clacking and drawing attention to yourself. The g-string rides tight up against my ass-hole sending shivers though me as I move.

  I stand a few feet behind Richmond. The guy from the cage is kneeling looking at me. God I must look ludicrous in this with my chastity belt and padlock hanging visibly beneath the panties and heavy between my legs.

  Beyond Richmond Lily is climaxing, eyes screwed shut, hips undulating. She has one long leg raised over the shoulder of the kneeling woman.

  Claire and Anthony watch them both carefully.

  “Come on Vaughn; round here and pleasure me while I’m watching your wife,” Richmond eases his pants to the floor.

  “Sissy boy in girls dress!” Claire squeals and puts her hand over her mouth. She’s laughing, fingering the pink material, wafting the hem upwards around my belly and back with both her hands. My face and ears must be melting.

  Richmond snaps his fingers repeatedly and rapidly at me. His eyes remain on my wife.

  With her orgasm subsiding Lily’s eyes are wide open and staring at me, mouth hanging.

  What the hell will she think of me?

  “Jesus Richmond!” Anthony scratches his neck as he watches me lower myself in front of our Master. The lingerie tickles my lower back, its softness and delicacy so improper for what is about to come.

  I glance at Richmond’s dark underpants and the unsightly bulge outlining the shape of his engorged manhood.

  “I’m waiting Vaughn,” Richmond’s voice is guttural. He grips his erection gripped through his shorts –right in front of my face “Serve me.” he says.

  I don’t care what they think of me now. I don’t care what they’re saying. I’m on my knees, in my rightful place on the floor at the feet of this man.

  As Claire pushes at the back of her female slaves head, forcing her face hard between my wife trembling legs I pull Richmond’s shorts under his balls. I shudder with desire and close my mouth around his huge throbbing hardness.

  “Mmmm” his voice is throaty above me as he’s sucked. The chiffon around my body cradles my flesh like tiny, invisible fingertips as I rock back and forth. I draw-in and then extract his iron hard length. I take him as deeply into my mouth and the top of my throat as I can without gagging.

  His hands are in my hair. Pulling. It hurts. But I don’t stop.

  Lily is cumming again. Both legs wrapping around the head of the woman on her knees.

  “Bitch like it,” Claire rams the slave’s face into my wife’s groin. Then she’s yelling at the kneeling man, telling him to keep his hands away from his cock.

  Still I suck. Launching myself forward from the waist, the back of the panties cutting high between my cheeks as I worship Richmond

  His thighs tense against my cheeks. He groans; his cock bloats. My hair gripped tighter. Want to cry out. His hot cum blocks the back of my throat.

  “Swallow it Vaughn, Swallow it all.” He pants, pulling my face tight against his musky groin and gyrating hips.

  “Stay on your knees,” Richmond says when he’s finished and is zipping himself up.

  Claire has pushed the woman from between Lily’s legs and has ordered the other naked man to his feet now. She tugs him by his collar so that he’s standing right in front of me. His vein-covered cock is pressed hard against his belly. His shaven balls look swollen and tight.

  I turn my head from the ugly sight.

  “Vaughn I think your wife has done her bit for relations between you two cuckold couples. Don’t you think your reciprocation is due?”

  “Richmond?” on my knees below them both I cough and a familiar thick, aftertaste rises up my throat.

  “It can’t have bee
n easy for him seeing his wife degraded like that Vaughn. I want you to relieve him.” Richmond says slowly, patiently. He’s nodding towards the man in front of me.

  “Suck him too sissy boy” Claire twists my ear and directs my face towards this stranger’s erection.

  “Richmond...” I’m shaking my head.

  My shackled wife slumps in recovery from her orgasms. She’s watching me.

  What am I protesting about? Unimaginable though it would have seemed all my life up until only weeks ago; I know resistance is worthless. Hollow. Look at me. In enforced chastity and women’s clothing having just sucked off my wife’s lover in front of her. What self respect am I protecting?

  The man’s whole body seems to quiver as I take him in my mouth. He groans out loud.

  “Faster, do it fast, need to cum,” he urges and I have to concentrate not to gag.

  Mercifully quickly he’s bellowing his relief. I expected both more time and fluid. Maybe he’s been jerking a lot in anticipation of being here.

  “Swallow” Richmond’s voice is unyielding. I try to hold my breath as I obey. The meagre deposit follows Richmond’s and slides down my throat.

  What about me? When do I get to cum?

  I don’t know if I’m dazed, or in shock after what I’ve just let myself do, but I’m asking myself the same question over and over after Claire has locked me back in the cage.

  When do I get to cum?

  Lily is free of her shackles now and Richmond is massaging her wrists, helping her dress herself.

  The naked man who just had his cock sucked is back in the next cage.

  Both women are hurried to the foot of the stairs by Claire and Anthony.

  Richmond remains here with us.

  “Sleep tight cuckolds,” his palm pats the top of my cage.

  Chapter Ten

  “How long have you two known your Master?” A whispered question from the darkness makes me jump. The voice from the cage alongside mine is more well-spoken than I expected.

  “Richmond?” I ask. Like he could be talking about anyone else. “5 months,”