The Bag - the flip side

The Bag - the flip side
So. I expect that you’ve already read my pathetic husband’s version of the last few months. I’ve just read it – and as a result he is curled in the fetal position at my feet crying, maybe through remorse, but mostly because he has just sustained a reasonably brutal beating of his balls and cock, for being a LYING LITTLE SHIT! (He just received 3 more stamps from me on his bruised and unbelievably swollen member).
Some of what he told you is undoubtedly true. He has for the last 9 months spent his life in an environment of ever increasing BDSM with particular focus on CBT. In the last 6 months his cock has been permanently locked into a battery powered penis pump. As a result his cock is now constantly swollen has gained nearly 5cm in length and 3cm in girth. I fitted internal pipework to his cock that allows me to plug it up so that I can ride it whenever I want with no fear of his nasty cum getting anywhere near me. Also, as today, when I want to kick punch and stamp on it – it can’t shrink and shrivel and hide away, it is always nice and hard and swollen. Also as he has learned from experience, if he curls up when I want him exposed, four electrostim pads attached to his back muscles on full power make him arch his back instantly and painfully.
What he didn’t tell you were the reasons why all this started, partly because he is a LYING LITTLE SHIT! (Stamp stamp stamp) and partly because he didn’t know.

My job used to be a senior partner at a firm of accountants. I used to travel up and down the country and abroad, often staying away for weeks at a time. Hard work and an isolated lifestyle, but worth it, I thought as my darling husband always appreciated it so much. He used to buy me flowers and be so romantic. He was so enthusiastic but gentle in bed and I loved him for it. The sex was always a bit disappointing for me, because of his little dick, but I made the effort to enjoy it for him.

As a c***d I grew up on an a****l husbandry farm, my dad had started me on the sperm collection from the age of 17 and all through University. He paid me a rate per mil of sperm I collected so I was quite well off by the time I left Uni. He said that nobody else could milk a stallion’s cock like me. We had an old gym-vaulting bench with a few blankets over it. We would put the females scent at one end, dad would lead the stallions in and they would mount the wooden horse, I would be underneath, as the huge cocks appeared I would lube both my hands up and slide them up and down the considerable length, at the right moment as the cocks got that little bit harder, I would grab a plastic bucket and catch the sperm as it erupted from the engorged cock. By not over stimulating at the point of ejaculation, you could sometimes get three or four good spurts out of a horse.

Of course it took me a while to get the hang of it. To start with I kept getting in a terrible mess, literally dripping from head to foot in long strings of sperm. Daddy would get quite cross at all the waste, and I was very upset. How did I know when the horse was going to cum? After all, it couldn’t tell me.
Then daddy had a brainwave, he said why didn’t I practice on him until I’d got it right. I was so relieved, I scooted under the bench and daddy stood where the horse would. He unzipped his fly und pulled out his cock, it was very floppy, but that didn’t last long when I put both my hands around it, his cock was much smaller than a horses, only 11 inches long and the same diameter as a coke can. As daddy started to get close to Cumming, he would tell me so that I knew when to stop, he explained how a ruined orgasm meant that the cock would probably stay hard for several ejaculations. I used to practice with daddy every day until I perfected it. One day, when I was about 18, I started to notice that I got very hot and tingly between my legs when I was milking daddies cock, I had to touch my erect clit and slide my fingers into my dripping, puffy cunt. Daddy asked why I was only using one hand, so I told him, that I had a terrible itch that I just couldn’t scratch, he suggested that we try and scratch that itch with his cock. I turned around so that my ass was sticking out from under the wooden horse, and daddy slid his hard, ridged, throbbing member right up inside my cunt. He definitely scratched my itch; it felt so good to be so full to bursting as he filled me, stretching my eager hole so tight.

So you can see how disappointing it was to get my husband’s puny 7 inches and his tiny squirts of semen. Even so, things would have carried on in much the same way had he not fucked up.

Early last year I was calling on a newish client with a string of casinos nationwide. Benson the owner was a very charismatic Jamaican man with a real physical presence, six feet eight tall, built like a rugby player, with his head shaved. His dark brown skin shined like he polished it. He wore expensive suits and always had lovely aftershave.
We got on very well and to be honest I had perhaps flirted a little – at least initially when I was trying to get the contract. Anyway he asked if I would join him for a meal that night. We had had business lunches before and I was only going back to an empty hotel room anyway so I agreed. We went to a more private area of the restaurant in the casino and he ordered some wine and our starters. We made small talk and I was genuinely enjoying his company. He asked why, with a body like mine, which quite curvy with generous hips and boobs on long legs, I was working as an accountant, I blushed and thanked him for the compliment, he continued and asked why I hadn’t considered something in the entertainment business. I said that I didn’t really have the right skills, and that I probably earned more than the average entertainer. Then he said that if he made the right offer – would I consider working for him. Well I was quite taken aback, but laughed it off saying that it would have to be quite some offer. He sat back and thought for a minute, then reached into his briefcase, he took out a small sheaf of papers and slid them across the table to me with an expectant smile.
I was puzzled, I began to read and realized that all the paperwork referred to a debt – some £500,000 of gambling debt run up by my husband – I looked up – the shock clear on my face – he gestured for me to read on. There was a court order for the repossession of my house – not yet submitted – with a job offer as Benson’s slave for three years, to write it all off – starting that night!

What could I do – I couldn’t loose everything I had worked for – so I signed.

Benson was delighted, he explained that he would carry forward all the benefits my job now had – there was even a uniform thrown in, that he would extend the contract beyond the three years if I wanted and even pay me a salary to cover my expenses.
He gave me a largish parcel containing some clothes of shiny latex and told me to put them on, right now in front of him. I stripped out of my conservative grey suit and plain underwear while he stood ogling me, walking around me. The parcel contained a black crotch less cat suit with holes to allow my full boobs to poke through; it was skin tight causing my ass cheeks and pussy to stand out.

There were hobble shoes with 8-inch heels, a spreading bar 18inches long clipped between the ankles. He walked behind me and reached around to fix a jaw opener in my mouth, I immediately started to dribble; it spilled down onto my tits. No talking now he explained, not unless I ask you.

“This is your basic uniform and you will wear it at all times unless I tell you otherwise. You will work here from Monday morning at 9.00am until Friday evening until 6.00pm. Understood?” I nodded.

“As this is your first week, we will keep it simple. All you have to do is follow me and stand next to me during the day, you will sleep at the foot of my bed at night, you will do what I ask when I ask without question. If I want to do something to you, you will accept it without question. If you do not follow my orders at any time – I will take your house and all your possessions. Do you understand?”
I nodded.

He walked from the restaurant across the casino to the lifts while I hobbled across behind him. When we got in the lift, he pressed the button for the penthouse – but halfway there he pressed the stop button. He told me to bend forward and hold the rail. The lift was fully mirrored and I watched him walk behind me and drop his trousers – OH MY GOD – he was fully erect, his cock was at least 12 inches long and dark brown and shiny – he spit in his hand and rubbed it on my pussy lips, then he held them apart and just rested his cock head at the entrance to my cunt. It felt like he had slid a large plum up me. Then ever so slowly he began to slide in and out – just half an inch each way, just the first few inches of his cock. As he did it he told me how attractive I was, how he had wanted me from the second he saw me – how he had sought out and bought my idiot husband’s gambling debts.

The sensations as he talked were unbelievable – I was right back in the stable with daddy scratching my itch – I began to feel myself get the familiar heat between my legs, his precum was acting as a lube apart from what my pussy was starting to make – and he gradually slide more and more of his huge cock into my cunt – each thrust stretching it wider and wider, I groaned causing saliva to spill out of my mouth onto my tits, making them slippery as he squeezed and pinched my hard nipples. He kept on and on, just slowly slowly in and out, my cunt was dripping and against my will I started to rise towards orgasm, as I got wetter – he realized and still keeping the pace slow, started to slide more and more of his engorged cock inside me – that lovely full feeling was taking me over the edge, as I watched in the mirror as he slid more and more of his cock in with each thrust. Watching him fuck me made me wanton and my body took over – I hadn’t had this feeling since daddy trained me – hadn’t had a decent fuck in years and I was blame free. I arched my back and started to push back as he thrust into me. As though he realized a dam had broken he suddenly started to thrust deeper and deeper, until I was taking the whole 12 inches, I felt his huge low hung bollocks slapping my thighs as he thrust into me like a brown oiled piston. The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave rolling on and on and on. I cried out incoherently as he continued to thrust into me, making my cunt contract again and again. He then slid his cock out of me altogether causing me to groan at the sudden emptiness. He turned me around and with one huge hand on each of my shoulders pushed me to my knees in front of him. He held a handful of my long hair in one hand, and placed the head of his huge cock in my wide-open mouth. I knew from all my experience with horses that this cock was about to blow - and it did – just like a horse. His hot cum hit the back of my throat and forced its way down, the excess forced its way out of my mouth and poured down onto my boobs, I rubbed it in with my hands. Five, six seven eight huge squirts until he had shot his load and he pulled his slightly softer cock out of my mouth. He looked down at me for a second, then zipped himself back up and restarted the lift.

That night after I had cleaned myself up, he inserted a huge vibrator modeled on his cock right up my cunt and secured it there. The vibrator was programmed to bring me to orgasm gradually every three hours. For the rest of the week he fucked me every day and by Friday I was exhausted.

When I got home it was with mixed emotions. I confronted my idiot husband about his gambling and we cut up his credit cards. He promised never to do anything underhanded ever again, and was fawning around me like a puppy. Even though I had been forced into the situation, I felt so guilty because I had loved the sex with my new black big cocked master. I didn’t tell my husband about the real price I was having to pay – I just said I had got a better job. I suppose I just wanted my life to be as normal as possible at the weekends. That night I even let him fuck me with his worthless little dick to show I had forgiven him – if he noticed how stretched my cunt was, he didn’t say, just climbed on and climbed off once he had cum.

So this was my life until March this year when I discovered my fucking useless husband’s sad little bag of toys. At that point, all the humiliation and degradation I had to suffer during the week, all the teasing and near torture I had endured to preserve our way of life bubbled to the surface – and I flipped. The rest is history as they say.

I have now reached a point where I prefer my life with Benson. He values me hugely as his slave and his accounts are in tiptop condition. I can’t get enough of his huge black bull cock fucking me anywhere he likes – I love showering in his cum – I love the orgasmic bliss I live in when I am at work.

When I am at home I have my own little slave. Apart from his cock and balls, which I intend to enlarge as much as possible, physically and mentally I intend to break him. I saw on the net about sissification. I intend to start this programme with him soon. Cuckolding with Benson also sounds like fun.

So now you’ve heard both sides of the story – what do YOU think should happen?