I’m kneeling in front of the front door, hands behind my back looking down at the floor, trying to maintain my posture. I’m wearing nothing on except my pink chastity cage wrapped around my tiny soft penis that hasn’t had a sweet release in two weeks at this point. My wife is upstairs getting herself pampered and ready for our new Master to come over.
We met our Master Matt online through FetLife, and we met in real life over a dinner to talk about what we wanted our relationship to be, as we’ve only agreed upon Master Matt being our bull. We sat across from him in the restaurant and he talked with such dominance that it was clear he was a true strong man. We agreed upon that Master Matt would be in control of our threesome relationship, with my wife only having to loosely obey Master Matt, as much as a housewife really would. Whereas I would have to obey both of them and be used as the lowest on the hierarchy of power, although Master’s word always comes first above all else.
Well that’s how I ended up on the ground waiting for Master Matt to walk in. I hear his car pull into our driveway and I feel the breeze of the outside wind before I can lift my head. Master Matt towers over me as he looks down and grins at the sight of me.
“Good little boy, take my shoes off.” I take his size 14 brown shoes off one by one, placing them to the side. I get a whiff of his intoxicating manly smell coming from the soles.
“Good boy, now take my jacket and meet me in the living room.” He throws his jacket on my head and walks into the living room to take a seat. I quickly hang up his jacket and scramble over to the living room where he’s already sunk into the couch, with his legs manspreading across two seats. He pointed at a spot next to the coffee table.
“Stand there boy, and eyes down.” I stand there looking down, with my hands behind my back.
“Honey, I’m home, come greet me now!” he yells, with emphasis on the now. I hear my wife from upstairs walking down to meet him in the living room.
“Hi honey, welcome home.” She walks past me in a tight fitting dress I bought for her and crawls on him to cuddle up next to him, and gives him a kiss. She’s gorgeous with her long hair with ribbons in them and her properly done makeup.
“Good girl, now let me feel it.” He grabs one of her tits and gives it a nice slap before grabbing onto her ass. He feels her up for a few moments before grabbing her head and starting to makeout with her. I stand there feeling ashamed but also incredibly turned on hearing my wife moan at his touch. This has always been my dream scenario and I feel like I’m being stimulated more than if a vibrator were on the tip of my chaste dick.
He then starts rolling up her tight dress revealing her tight bright pussy, looking a little wet. He moves his hands to rub around the lips before he sticks two fingers in. He starts to finger her tight pussy, getting it wetter than before, until I could see the juices coating his fingers. He takes his fingers out and brings it close to her face.
“Open wide, you should have a taste of yourself.” She opened her mouth before he stuffed his fingers deep inside, making sure she sucks off every drop of juice. He smiles as he takes his fingers out and goes back to making out with her for another few minutes. He then stands up while holding her in his arms, with visible juices leaking down his arm from my wifes pussy.
“Boy, lead me to your bedroom.” I snap out of my state of horniness and start walking towards the stairs with my hands behind my back. We walk up the stairs and down the hallway to our master bedroom, which is quite spacious with a king size bed.
“Good boy, now kneel right here.” He points at the space outside of the room, right to the side of the door next to a table. He sets down my wife and she goes inside the room and comes out with handcuffs.
“Here you go baby.” She hands it over to him and he forcefully takes my arms and puts it around a leg of the table, before locking them up so I can’t even move.
“Now, I am going to fuck your wife and she’s going to take a real mans dick. She’ll be yelling out in pain and pleasure, knowing that she clearly hasn’t had much practice looking at you. And all you can do right now, is listen through the door.” He lets out a laugh before wrapping his arms around your wife and bringing her into the bedroom and closing the door, both of them laughing together at you.
I hear him throw her onto the bed and tearing her clothes off, while stripping himself off as well. Now that I think about it, I still don’t know what his dick even looks like. I can only imagine how big it really is and how big his balls are, how they would overshadow mine to look like mine barely exists. My wife screams out, I think he just pushed it inside of her and I’m imagining how hot it would’ve looked. My wife keeps yelling out in a pattern, assuming that he’s thrusting into her at a fast pace.
I look down and all I can see is my caged dick leaking onto the floor. All I can muster up is some precum while she’s getting fucked, by a bigger man. However at the same time, it’s almost like I’m the one getting pleasure through this. My dick pressed against the walls of the cage and begging to be released.
“Mmmm that’s fucking right bitch! Thank me for this, thank me for fucking you and cucking your pathetic husband, thank me for owning both of you.” he yells, with grunts between every word.
“T-thank you for fucking me daddy! Thank y-you for putting me in my place! And turning my husband into a lucky cucky, he can’t make me feel anything with his tiny dick, unlike you daddy!” I’m almost about to cum just from hearing all this, and it sounds like Master’s about to cum as well. I hear a few loud grunts before both of them calm down and I hear Master collapse on the bed. They make out for a minute before Master slowly gets off the bed and I hear footsteps towards the door.
The door swings open and I see between his muscular legs my wife laying down, gasping for air in pleasure, with the condom he fucked her with laying on her stomach. He took a step out and closed the door and stood in front of me. Even while staring down at the floor, I could see a semi erect cock dangling down in front of me.
“Now that your wife is filled and satisfied for the first time in what I’m sure is a very, very long time. I think it’s time that I throw just a tiny bit of attention your way, not in a fun way of course.” He unchains my hands from behind the table leg before fully picking me. He carries me fully downstairs and throws me on the couch in the living room and then fully crawls on top of me.
“Now that you’re under me, thank me for doing your job better than you ever could. Tell it to me as I stand above you, using your body like a play toy.” He grabs both my wrists and pins them down against the couch above my head. He uses his foot to play with my cage and move my cage in circles.
“Thank you for fucking my wife sir, and taking over our pathetic relationship. I don’t deserve to have a wife that I can fuck, she belongs to you now. Thank you for showing me that sir and thank you for putting me in my place sir.” I say that loud and clear, as I try to resist the pleasure I’m getting from being pinned down.
He smirks as he stands up letting go of my arms. He starts to slap me in the face using his feet before smashing it straight into the center of my face. He holds it over my mouth and nose, blocking any air from going in. I try to breathe but all I can get is the smell of his musk coming from his foot. I feel my face turning hot and red from not breathing before he lifts his foot.
“Good boy, you’ve done a good job today as a little cucky. Now kneel in front of me.” He sits down properly as I kneel right in front of him, between his legs spread wide apart as his huge dick dangles.
“Now kiss it at the tip, and kiss both my feet.” I lean in to kiss the tip, and I get a taste of cum that was fucked into my wife, it tasted salty but still delicious and intoxicating. I then leaned down and kissed both his feet, getting another waft of that smell.
“Good boy, now stay here” He ruffles my hair before standing up and walking back upstairs. After talking to my wife for a few minutes, he walked down and grabbed his coat from the hanger.
“Crawl here boy, put my shoes on” I crawled with speed over and took his shoes and slowly put them on his feet. I then went back to the same kneeling position I was when he first got here.
“Good, now I’ll be back soon for even more” He shut the door as I kneel in submission, waiting for his car to leave before I crawl pathetically upstairs to find my used wife and the cum that my Master left behind.