Making and breaking of a cuckold - 9 A maid and a cabana boy, a loser

Written by , on 2015-12-18, genre domination

My own wife calling me a loser was unbearable but I had to face facts, she was right. I made the coffees and they appeared shortly after. I served them then knelt before them. They ignored me for a while then Gemma spoke,

"By the way cucky, I've cancelled our housekeeper and yardman. You're going to take over those duties from now on. Now you're my slave, the only activity I'm going to permit you to have outside the home is your work. That gives you plenty of free time to be our maid and cabana boy. Max and I are still trying to figure out what uniform we'll require you to wear but we'll let you know shortly and you can go buy it".

"Yes Mistress Gemma".

Max then spoke, "And your work better be up to standard boy, I expect my house and yard to be immaculate".

HIS house!! Fuck that. Whoops, thoughts like that could only cause me grief so I replied, "Yes Master, I will go out of my way to make sure the place is perfect for when you visit".

"I want you to always have 6 bottles of Dom Perignon in your wine fridge for when I come around; it's my favourite champagne and I like to serve it when I entertain".

Entertain? Not here surely, not in my home. Whoops, there I go again, the Boss did call it HIS house. "Yes Boss, 6 bottles".

"And for your cabana boy outfit, buy a pair of leather underpants and a leather harness; that should amuse the neighbours".

"Please Master ... "

Crunch!! My face exploded again and he dragged me to my feet by my hair then applied that vice-like grip to my balls which were sticking out below the chastity tube. I looked him in the eye, as instructed, and he began to squeeze.

"This isn't a fucking democracy around here peepee. You are my slave, my cuckold, and you'll do whatever I tell you without question". He increased the pressure on my balls until I thought they were at rupturing point. I was on the verge of begging for mercy when he spoke,

"Don't speak cucky, I expressly forbid that. If you cry out, I'll crush your balls for good, exterminate them permanently and make you my eunuch cuckold. Do you want that?"

"No Master".

The pressure intensified even more and he said, "By the way cuckold, don't you ever say No to me again". He gave me one last extra squeeze them pushed me away. I collapsed in agony on the floor and Mistress walked over, placed her foot on my face and spoke,

"You will learn cucky, probably the hard way by the look of it. We aren't compromising in any way with you. It's our way or the highway and we do intend to use pain to mould your behaviour. It's a simple equation, the more you give us of yourself, the more you humble yourself before us, the less you will suffer. Do you understand?"

"Yes Your Highness".

"Interesting Max, he started calling me Your Highness last night. I think it's a subliminal sign of his acceptance of his new status. Do you agree? Cucky, come over here and lick the dirt from the soles of my feet".

"Yes it is Gemma, I've seen it before with these weaklings I've cuckolded. They lose all resistance and start to regard you as their God, their religion. We should encourage it. Cucky, you may now address me as My Lord as well".

"Thank you My Lord, and thank you Your Highness for the privilege of licking the dirt from the soles of your feet".

"Definite progress. OK Gemma, I'm off and I'll see you tomorrow. Will you send cucky out on his own to buy his new outfit or will you go with him".

"Oh I'm going with him Max. I'll want him to model it for me before we buy it, hopefully with a nice young female sales assistant who I can share his secret with".

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