By September, I was nearly insane with desire. In six months, the only hand to touch my cock was my own. I had been reduced to the status of a pathetic, masturbating looser, while my mistress/wife enjoyed my daily oral services, along with the pleasure of Blaise, and a seemingly endless number of other women. Some I serviced blindfolded, never even seeing them as they came and went from sessions of sitting on my face. Still I could console my self with the fact that I had always gotten so much pleasure out of eating pussy, that, with the exception of the belt, I was living my fantasy. I could even imagine some of them might return when I was a free man, and I imagined fucking Blaise, Judith daily, and occasionally having a four way with one of the beautiful creatures they led home to feel my tongue.

Now that I reflect on the slow progress of my total submission, I am sure that Judith and Blaise had planned for me to feel this way from the beginning, drawing me deeper and deeper in, before shattering the illusion that my slavedom could be temporary. That breaking point had come with the evening they finally brought home a guy: Mike, the huge hung stud who she’d taken great pleasure in talking about with Blaise in front of me, on my first night of lock-up.

Blaise, who had worked her way through law school in a small video-production company, took great pains to set up two video cameras, One to the side of the bed, the other, on a dresser looking down from above. To the sides of the bed, she placed bright video lights. “We don’t want to miss a moment of this night,” said Blaise. “ I have a feeling we’re gonna want to see it again and again. But we do have to take precautions for privacy.” Blaise slipped on a small mask, just covering her eyes and nose, red to match her lingere. My Mistress did the same. “I mean, it could be embarrassing if this video got out somehow.” They offered me no mask, and I knew better than to ask. Ordered to kneel at the foot of the bed and not to look away, Blaise pulled my hands behind me, and bound them with leather cuffs, making sure to rub her amazing tits all over my face as she did.

Blaise and Judith shed their robes to reveal matching deep-red lingerie sets, with demi-cup bras, garter belts and hose. Blaise walked around, turning on the lights and cameras, and positioning Judith on the bed, to check the lighting. “God Jude, you look hot. But no one would recognize you, if they haven’t seen you naked. It’s perfect,” she said, hitting record on the two cameras.

“Well, slave, it’s show-time. Don’t go anywhere,” she said with a smile, sashaying out of the room, returning with Mike on her arm, leading him to the edge of the bed where Judith sat smiling. “Look slave,” she said, flushed with excitement at her prize, ”and see what a man with a real cock looks like.” 6’2” Mike towered above her, his chiseled torso bare, wearing only dark sunglasses, and a pair of tight fitting blue-jeans that revealed a massive bulge at eye level. Even I gasped as Judith dropped his pants. Mike’s still flaccid cock was as thick as her wrist, and much longer than mine in full erection. “Look baby, you finally got me into a threesome, “ said Judith with a grin. ”Too bad you’re all locked up.”

Mike looked at me with a mix of pity and contempt, as he wound his fingers through Blaise’s long red tresses, and Mistress’s sexy blonde, pulling the kneeling women’s faces to his prick. It took no convincing. I watched the girls get him up together, with hot tongues and eager hands. As his shaft swelled into a massive tower of man-flesh jutting at least 10 inches from his loins, I felt my own manhood shrinking away. He turned to Blaise, who opened her throat to his massive member, her lovely face stretching to accommodate his unreal girth. My Mistress/Wife knelt behind him pulling his pants to his ankles, and plunging her eager tongue in between the cheeks of his ass. The pleasure made him weak in the knees, and he lay back, ass at the foot of the bed, feet on the floor, his obscenely swollen genitals at eye level.

I watched as they double teamed him, saw him writhing in pleasure, as they gave his huge member a tongue bath, covering every inch with their wet, velvety licks. Their matching lingere and makeup made for an unforgettable picture, one which was being filmed in vivid detail. I felt a shudder of hopelessness and wild desire as I saw their mouths meet in a kiss, the two sets of candy apple red lips engulfing his cock-head, now swollen to the size of a tangerine, tongues swirling to tease him and each other. Just for a moment, my eyes flickered down to the short stainless tube that housed my helpless member, but Judith took notice. It seemed to be the moment she was waiting for.

Mike was completely erect, slick with their spit, veins glistening. She faced me, crouching above him in reverse cowgirl, and said wickedly, “Watch what a real man does to my cunt, slave. Do you remember, we used to do this, back when you owned a cock.” The next moments are burned into my brain forever. Mike lay on his back, while Blaise knelt between his legs, gripping his thick shaft with both hands to steady it, as Judith lowered her dripping snatch toward his purple cock head. She reached down to spread her labia, and got a couple of licks from Blaise, who then turned to me and said, “Do you think she can take it?”

For a moment I wondered, as I watched her strain to accommodate the girth of his magnificent member. As for Judith, she kept her eyes locked on me, as her labia slowly stretched over the purple dome of his cock head. She rocked slowly on her ankles, rotating her hips slightly, her mouth opened in an “o” of pleasure, breathing like a mother giving birth. All of a sudden, her resistance gave way, and his fat cock head popped into her cunt, followed by six thick inches as Judith sank to her knees. Her pussy was distorted, bulging unnaturally to contain his girth, as she began to ride him, never getting much deeper than half-way down his turgid rod. Her eyes rolled back in a paroxysm of pleasure, as she began to orgasm almost immediately. Blaise stood by, steadying her. and running her hands all over Judith’s writhing body. She bent and sucked Judith’s hard nipples into her mouth, one – then the other, stealing a smoky glance at me, then plunging her tongue in Judith mouth in a passionate kiss. She leaned in, whispering something in Judith’s eat which made her shudder with delight, uttering a barely audible “Yes.”

More kisses. Blaise made a trail down her belly, until her tongue swirled across my mistresses clit. I groaned in desperation.“ Doesn’t this look good to slave?” Blaise growled over Judith’s moans. “Come closer. I want you to see everything.” Between gasps, Judith ordered me to do as Blaise said, and I found myself kneeling between her spread legs, my face six inches from Judith’s distorted cunt. I could smell their mixed musk, and hear the juicy squish of his cock distending her beautiful cunt. I looked up at her huge bouncing tits, and beautiful face, twisted in an ecstasy of pleasure and pain. Blaise knelt behind me, pressing her firm, naked body into mine, tits against my back, and prominent mound grinding into the cleft of my ass. She reached around pinching my nipples and teasing my scrotum with her smooth, lacquered nails, as she rained kisses on my neck and ear. “Doesn’t that look hot?,” she cooed, her hot breath in my ear raising chill bumps all over my body. “Look how beautiful that cock is, so much longer and thicker than you used to be. Don’t you want to help them get off?” I wanted nothing more than for it to be over, so that the throbbing ache in my balls would ease for a while.

“Poor little guy,” she said, fingernails tapping on the side of my prison tube. “You must be dying in there. I bet you can’t even remember what it feels like to touch your own cock, much less penetrate a real woman.” Blaise licked her fingers, and swirled them around my sack, positioning her cunt so I could feel it’s wetness on my cuffed hands.

“Just lean forward, and lick her clit,” said Blaise. When I hesitated, she grabbed my hair shoved me forward. “Tongue out, slave.” I could feel the heat of their coupling, and before long, I was licking my mistresses clit, while she rode to orgasm after orgasm. Sometimes in her wild bucking, my tongue slid over the bump of her clit, onto Mike’s raging shaft. Each time this accident occurred, he moaned approvingly. Blaise continued to tease my balls and ass. “That’s it slave. Help a real man enjoy your mistress.” Finally, as she approached orgasm again, Judith grabbed my hair, and forced my face down to Mike’s huge sack. Revolted I pulled away, but Blaise pushed me back

“Slave,” said Judith, “voice trembling with lust, “if you want to cum again this year, you’d better lick balls.” I stared for a long moment at the key, bouncing between her gorgeous tits, I felt Blaise’s teasing hands, my desperate, aching cock in it’s prison, unable to erect, or even grow, still dripping precum for an orgasm that wouldn’t be coming any time soon. She whispered in my ear, “Come-on baby. I know you want to get off one more time slave. Just do it,” said Blaise, ”lick balls slave. It’s not gay, since you’re not really a man anymore anyway. You don’t have a cock.” Blaise’s insistent teasing made me very much aware that I did still have a cock, but it felt small and pathetic in comparison to the monster that was ravaging my wife’s gaping snatch. I had signed away my wife and my freedom for a single hand job. Would I surrender the last shred of manhood for the promise of permission to fuck my own fist? Could I possibly survive six more months without an orgasm, when I was already nearly insane with need?

It’s amazing how, you never loose the urge to cum. Stopping cumming is not like quitting smoking. After a while of not smoking, the habit becomes forgotten, the urge fades. But in my belt, I always felt as if my desire continued to build in a never ending cycle. Each time I helped Judith or Blaise, or any one of their friends get off, I felt a more urgent need for relief. Each time Blaise licked or sucked my balls, or rubbed her naked body against mine, a new tidal wave of desire swept through me. This is in fact the secret of sexual slavedom. The need becomes irresistible, and impossible to ignore. It moves from a distraction, to an obsession, until the need to cum, and the willingness to do anything to make that possible consumes the soul. Like a heroin whore, shame goes away, judgment goes away. Once you are in that place, the things you will do make it impossible to ever return to “normal. My lust, like a drug forced me into surrender.

Mikes big, shaved sac glistened with Judith’s juices. I bent forward tentatively, tongue tip barely grazing one of his huge, low hanging orbs. But with my hands cuffed behind me, I had no ability to keep my distance when Blaise again pushed my head forward, burying my nose in his fat sack. This was the first, and I prayed the last time I would ever have to orally pleasure a man. I knew it was not an exercise in trying to turn me gay. It was a calculated plan of humiliation. Before my eyes, my former wife was now brazenly humping a porn star size cock to heights of pleasure my own larger than average cock had never taken her. Her cunt would never be mine again. It was almost like licking her, or one of her friends. Blaise urged me on from behind, bending her body over mine as if she were fucking me doggie style and humping her prominent mound against my asshole, moaning, “Lick balls, lick balls, lick balls.” I could feel the head of her super engorged clit, pushing against my contracting asshole. Her words, “You don’t have a cock…” were ringing in my head.

Suddenly I envisioned the whole scene as if from outside it. My former wife, riding a huge cock to ecstasy in front of my face. Her gorgeous girlfriend “fucking” my ass with her big clit, me, totally submissive to the sexual needs of all three, orally servicing both mistress and her lover, as my belted cock strained hopelessly for release. Suddenly, I knew I would never be a man again to my wife, or to the beautiful Blaise. My dreams of a personal harem dissolved into a future of increasing humiliation and servitude.

In that moment, my need to touch my own manhood, to let it rise to full erection, potent and thick in my hand became maddening. I watched as my wife’s cunt stretched to accommodate Mike’s dick, her fingers frigging her clit in unrestrained ecstasy. She rose all the way until her labia sat on the tip of his purple helmet, then slit slowly down. I could almost feel her pussy engulfing my cock. What I would do for that feeling again! How could I ever recover my manhood after this moment as a slave-slut, my mouth on the ball sac of her huge hung lover?

“Don’t stop now slave,” whispered Blaise in my ear, her cunt grinding excitedly on my ass. “I love the sight of you licking balls. And it’s so exciting that it’s all on tape.” The last shred of resistance burned away. I was truly a slave, truly property of my mistress and her lovers. My only duty was to bring them pleasure. I was no longer a man, but a cockless tongue slave. Deep inside the metal tube, my cock, screaming for attention, but untouchable, began to seem alien, belonging to someone else. “Open your mouth and suck them in.” Mike’s balls were so large I could only take one in my mouth at a time at first. As he neared orgasm, I had to close my teeth lightly behind each huge orb as I tongued them , to keep them from pulling away. “Blaise urged me on with a sexy growl. ”Take them in slave, you’re gonna make me cum.”

I opend my jaws to their widest, and sucked in Mike’s huge balls, my mouth completely full, my nose bumping Judith’s clit on each thrust as she slammed down on his raging shaft. “Boy, I bet you’re jealous. Look at that sweet pussy that used to be yours.” I suddenly realized, Blaise had intentionally put me in the position to make a decision. All I had to do was slam shut my jaws, and I would end Mike’s manhood forever. She had given me the ultimate power over my wife’s lover. Of course, if I did bite down, I would never escape my chastity or worse. But I could live as a man, instead of a slave. A real man would do it, do it just as he was cumming, make him pay for trying to cuckold me. Suddenly, I wanted him to cum his last cum, in my wife’s creamy cunt, to end his sexual career. I swirled my tongue seductively around his sack, and he let out a roar of ecstacy, screaming with Judith and Blaise in a three-way mutual orgasm. But I wasn’t a man that night. And never would be again. I was only a slave to my helpless, unsatisfied urges.

I tried to justify it to myself later. I was just being fair. I couldn’t deprive another man of the pleasures of his sexuality because I had foolishly signed away my own right to cum. But in truth, I knew that even if I destroyed him, I would never again be a man. Judith and Blaise would find another lover, or a dozen, and I would remain to see them all. I let his massive balls plop from my mouth, and watched awesome the scene before me. He was in orgasm, his seed burying deep inside my mistress/wife’s cunt. At the same time, Blaise, began cumming behind me, hips grinding against my ass, while her hands fondled my balls, and the steel tube that imprisoned my tortured member. His cock finally collapsed from Judith’s gaping cunt, and flopped across his thigh like a well fed anaconda. I watched from an inch away, as his meat continued to pulse and jerk, feeling the exquisite sensations I was now denied.

“Wasn’t that nice slave?” Blaise moaned in my ear. “Everybody got off together…” she said, continuing to tease me with her hands, “..oops. Everyone but you slave. Too bad you’ve had your only cum for the month already.” She unclipped the cuffs freeing my hands, and I collapsed to the floor. “Get on the bed slave, I’m not done with you , she cooed. “Jude, can I use him?” Mistress replied by lifting the key from around her neck and hanging it on Blaise. She stood behind Blaise, kissing her neck, and pushing her tits together around the key for me to see.

“You see slave, Blaise is also your mistress from now on. You will obey her as you obey me.” Then she took Mike by his long shaft, like a leash, her hand barely able to surround it’s girth. “Now this is a handful. I think we’ll go in the living room for some more fun.” She planted a lingering kiss on Blaise’s mouth. “When you get ready for a man, come join us.”

Chapter Five: Fucking Mistress Blaise

In a few minutes I was bound spread-eagled on the bed, the leather cuffs on my wrists attached to the headboard, and matching ankle cuffs tied my feet, legs spread to expose my aching blue balls. Blaise started by sitting on my face for a thorough licking of her cunt and asshole. While I always found this amazingly exciting, my helplessness made it extra hot, which of course, is not a good thing, for a man in my position. She took pleasure in squatting to smother me in her sex. With my arms and legs bound, I was helpless, struggling for breath. Finally, after she had cum she leaned forward into a sixty nine, licking my balls as I continued to lap at her gorgeous cunt.

It was a variation of my every day, waiting eternally for my chance to take my cock in hand and spurt.

“My, you’re so excited aren’t you slave? You do like my pussy, don’t you slave?”

“Yes Mistress Blaise,” I answered truthfully.

“Mmmm. Mistress Blaise. I think I’m gonna enjoy that role. I think you deserve a little reward for eating me so good. But you know I can’t let you cum. Still, if I make sure you don’t spurt, you could finally penetrate my sweet little pussy. Would you like that slave? ”

.”Yes please Mistress Blaise.”It was my deepest fantasy, to pump my swollen manhood into the cunt I had been servicing orally nearly every day for the past few months. But I could not imagine holding back for more than an instant inside her sweet pink recesses. She was so tight that I could often feel her twat gripping my tongue as I slid it in and out of her musky wetness. Of course, I should have known there was a trick.

“Well, first, we have to get you ready to penetrate.” she said wickedly. But instead of reaching for the key around her neck, Blaise reached into the bedside table, producing a long length of shiny leather cord. She made the end into a noose which she snugged around the base of my ball sac. She began winding the cord tightly around my ball sac working slowly outward from my body, like the leather wrapping of the hilt of a sword. She continued to work, lengthening the wrapping, stretching my sac out until there was no more loose skin. The result was that the skin covering my balls was a shiny tight bulb, perched on a skinny leather shaft about six inches long. She bent forward, swirling her tongue around by bound nuts, which were already turning purple “ Well, you’re not hung like Mike,” she said, licking her lower lip seductively, “but your cock-head’s just as big.” She drizzled lube over my sac skin, and then heavily on the leather sheath. Ready to see how my pussy feels?”

“Yes Mistress,” I replied, Although the tight leather cords were already putting an end to the sensation in my balls. Blaise straddled me, and placed my aching balls at the opening to her dripping snatch, she began to push. Her slit was so tight I thought my balls would never make it inside; they felt as if they nearly burst before I finally felt them slip into her pussy. Of course by then, they were blue and cold, and I could barely feel them. But Blaise began massaging her big clit as she rode my bound sack like a cock, holding onto the stainless chastity tube like a pommel horn on a saddle. “God, it’s like a cock with a really big head. I bet you wish you could do me with your real cock don’t you?”

I nodded, watching in fascination, as she rode my numb parts. “Oh it feels good slave. Don’t you miss getting off? Poor boy, if you were my slave, I’d never make you wear a chastity belt again.” She reached down, pinching my nipples.

“Never?”

“ You’d never have to.”

“You would set me free?”

“Yes, free from having a helpless, bound up penis.” She rode me, hips circling, hands cupping her incredible breasts, squeezing them so the firm and ample flesh spilled through her fingers. “Do you want Mistress Blaise to set you free?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Free from that helpless, pathetic, bound up little cock?”

“Yes Mistress. Please.”

Blaise didn’t answer anymore, as she shuddered into a tremendous orgasm. The powerful spasms of her pussy felt like they would crush my balls. She leaned forward and kissed me tenderly, raising her hips slowly to let my balls slide from her snatch. “Well slave, how did you like your first experience of my pussy?”

I was speechless with frustration. “Well, at least it was really good for me.” She freed the end of the tight thong, and pulled it straight away from my body, unwinding my sack in one swift motion. As the blood flowed back into my purple sack, I was treated first to nauseating pain, then to burning and itching. Over the next couple of hours, it became clear that the torture to my balls had been more sever than I could understand in their partially numbed state. By the time I was freed, and allowed to sleep it off, my sack was a dark purple bruise, swollen with fluid to the size of a grapefruit. Video and photos were taken, and Mike and Mistress Judith were called in to see the results of Mistress Blaise’s “fucking” me.

“Well I hope your balls live,” said Mistress Judith wryly, ”or I’ll have to control you through blackmail instead of desire. Good thing we taped everything tonight. Go to your room and get some rest my little ball sucker.” As I left, I heard Judith urging Mike to get it up so Blaise could experience a “real dick.” The sound of their fucking and sucking while I lay chastised and helpless in my bed kept me awake another hour. Against my own will, I kept touching my huge ball sack, licking my fingers and teasing it as Blaise had so often done. The tremendous size was so exciting I even stood before the mirror, admiring them, feeling so big down there. But before long I was crying with frustration, even as Blaise was crying out on a continual wave of orgasms from Mikes amazing cock. My next orgasm would be sometime in November. I slept that night dreaming of Blaise, fucking my freed cock, and woke up, my tube dripping precum. Could I live ‘til then?