The following morning, Carol and I packed for our two week honeymoon in
a beautiful tropical island. I was somewhat worried about my chastity
belt setting off the metal detector when I went through airport
security. But Carol, the consummate planner had a solution at hand. She
removed my metal key lock and replaced it with a plastic numbered lock.
The only way to get the lock off would be to break the seal. This would
ensure to Carol that I would be properly chaste until she wanted me
free.
We arrived at the airport, cleared customs, and boarded our plan
without incidence. I was very relieved that I made it through customs
without setting off the metal detector. I would be absolutely mortified
if I had to pull down my pants, my pantyhose, and panties in order to
show the custom’s agent my chastity belt. But I was spared this
indignation. We arrived at our bungalow in a beautiful tropical island
that predominantly spoke French. The luscious green foliage, the
beautiful sea shores and grounds were absolutely the best.
Not having to pack my suitcase, I was a little surprised and relieved
to see a pair of boxer-type swim trunks for me to wear. I had shirts,
panties, sandals and two pair of bikini bottoms. As we started to get
ready to go to the beach I removed my male clothing and started to put
on my swim trunks. I commented to Carol that I was a little worried
that my French tipped pedicure would be seen in my sandals, but Carol
insisted that no one would be the wiser. As I was pulling up my trunks,
Carol stopped me and told me that I must always wear a bikini under my
trunks. I was lucky and very grateful for the next thing she did was to
remove my chastity belt. I thought this was a little redundant, but
when I pulled up the bikini I had to push my penis down. This
effectively smoothed out the front. I then pulled on my trunks thus
removing all signs of a bulge in my trunks.
The first time I got out of the water from swimming, it became apparent
that I lacked any type of bulge in the front. But I should have known
that the bikini and swim trunk combination was more diabolical than
innocent. After several days laying in the sun, swimming, diving, and
water skiing, I noticed that I don’t have a normal tan line at the
bottom of my swim trunks. Instead I had a bikini tan line. I found out
from Carol that my swim trunks were made of a special material that
allowed UV light to pass through it. But my bikini was made of normal
material thus stopping it. At night when we were in our bungalow I
would wear a shorty nightie and it was abundantly clear that I had a
perfect alabaster “V” surrounded by my tan across my bum cheeks.
On the fourth day of our visit to the tropical island, I saw Carol
flirting with another vacationer. We both saw him get out of the pool
not 10 feet from us and what was striking was the tall-tail and
unmistakable bulge underneath his swim trunks. Carol thought it would
be nice if she could get a picture of the two of us all wet standing
next to each other. That is until I saw the picture on our blog a few
weeks later with the caption of “who would you pick?” Circled in the
picture was his bulge and where mine should be.
Later that night, I got to do something that I seldom get to do, and aw
was the feeling so good. With Carol in the dominant position on top of
me, I felt her slide up and down my penis. Whispering in my ear
statements such as “baby, doesn’t this feel so good” and “I bet your
little penis wants more of this.” Our bungalow had wooden slates for
windows around the bedroom area. Looking up at her, Carol’s attention
was adrift and looking out toward the moonlit night. Just then she
started to ask questions.
“Baby, what are you?” she asked.
“A cuckold.” I responded
“Louder baby,” I insisted
“A cuckold.” I responded louder
“Why are you a cuckold?”
“Because I have a small penis,” I responded
“What do I need?”
“Big cock.”
“Louder.”
“You need a big cock lover.” I intoned
“Cucky, if a bull approached you, you would tell me.”
“Yes.”
“If he gave you a note with his room number and a time, you would
deliver it to me.”
“Oh yes, I would obey.”
“Oooh, yes Cucky; you are obedient.”
Looking down at me, Carol asked one more time what she needed as I had
the most intense orgasm in the last year that I can remember. Wave
after wave of pleasure rocked my body as she rode my cock to
flaccidness.
As I came down from my post-orgasmic rush, Carol instructed me to go
and get cleaned up. I got up from the bed, my mauve nightgown falling
to just below my cheeks. I thought I heard a gasp outside the bungalow,
but just then Carol interjected that I need to hurry back to lick her
clean.
Sitting across the open beach bar was Carol’s new beau. As I approached
the bar for some drink refills, he called me over to his table.
“Hi.” he said.
“Hello.”
“Is that your lovely wife over there?” He queried. We both glanced to
her and I saw her smile to us.
“Yes Carol and I are on our honeymoon. A weekend and half left in
paradise.” I responded
“Really.”
“Yes, we both like it here a lot. It’s so peaceful and romantic. You?”
I asked
“I am here on vacation for another 2 weeks myself.”
“Well, I have get some drinks for Carol.” I remarked
“One more thing before you leave” he said.
“Sure”
“What are you”? He asked
“Um” I looked at him visibly embarrassed at that question.
“Newly wed” I responded
“No, you are more than that. Answer my question” he insisted
“I’m a cuckold” I responded
“Yes. Now, take this note back to Carol” He instructed
As I started to walk towards Carol to deliver the note, Brian stopped
me.
“Cucky, don’t forget the drinks. I’ll have a scotch on the rocks.”
I went to the bar and ordered the three drinks, delivering one to Brian
as I left. As I set his drink down he had one last instruction for me
before delivering our drinks. It was a very simple set of instructions,
one that I was used to. But I couldn’t figure out why he would choose
that request. Obeying him, I set out to deliver the drinks and note to
Carol who was not 30 feet away.
As I approached Carol, I could tell that she was very happy and had a
mischievous grin on her face. I handed her the note and her drink.
“That was a very nice touch you walking over here on the balls of your
feet. Not once did your heels touch the sand”
“Yes, Carol. Brian instructed me not to let my heels touch the sand”
“And you followed his instructions quite well.”
“Oh what a pity.” she responded as she read his note. “I guess we’ll
have to go to the back up plan. Cucky, do you have your room key?” she
asked.
Handing her the room key, Carol wrote on the back of the room key card
our bungalow number and the words “Full access”. Instructing me to
deliver the message to her new lover Brian, I walked on the balls of my
feet in the sand back to Brain. As I was walking past two women who
were sun tanning on lawn chairs, I overheard one say “He looks like the
bull to me” and the other “I would do the same if my husband had no
package.” Embarrassed, I continued toward Brain to deliver the room
card. Smiling, he took it, stood up and walked over to Carol for a
brief chitchat. However, it was clear that she would not join him in a
mid-day romp as she indicated to him that the daytime was our time
together. Although after 9 p.m. at night, he was more than welcome to
join her for some evening fun. At that was it in totality. It made me
feel a lot better that during the day we would be spending our time
together diving, water skiing, shopping, dining and doing fun things
around the island.
Go to School
A week after returning from our honeymoon in the tropics and returning
to a “normal” work schedule around the house, Carol and I had a talk.
Carol felt it was time for me to go to school. She wanted me to learn
the finer things serving such as how to give pedicures, and other
tasks. Carol told me that the class was two weeks long between 8 and 5
and would begin the next day. I finished my chores, changed into a
nightgown and joined Carol in bed. The following morning, at 6 a.m. I
awoke and began to prepare for the day. I fixed Carol her coffee and
attended to her. While I was taking a bath, Carol prepared my clothes
in the bedroom. After shaving my legs and drying off, I went to Carol
in the bedroom. I was lucky that she told me that I wouldn’t need my
chastity belt for the next two weeks as I wouldn’t have enough time
between classes to be naughty. Sitting me down at the vanity clad only
in a pair of white panties, Carol began to work on my hair. What I
found interesting was that she put my dark brown, shoulder length hair
into two pigtails using little balls on elastic. After putting on my
makeup, Carol brought a garment bag and showed me my new school attire
for the next two weeks. In it was a school girl uniform with a very
very short pleated skirt, white blouse, white knee-high socks, black
schoolgirl shoes and white panties.
When Carol opened the door to the car, I slid in and noticed that my
panties came into direct contact with the cold seat. My skirt was far
too short to cover my bum. Sitting in the passenger seat and enjoying
the ride to school, I noticed that the building was in the industrial
district of town. We arrived at a very non-descript building where
Carol kissed me on the cheek, handed me my lunch, and wished me a good
day at school. I told her I didn’t think that I needed to go back to
school, that everything that I could learn she could teach me. But she
indicated that school would be fun and that I would learn how do my
nails, give messages, and host of other important skills necessary for
the happiness in our marriage.
I walked into the front door of the building and noticed that I entered
a registration area just like in school. There were about 50 seats in
the room, most taken by men. I walked up to the line that read,
“Housewife training” since the other sign read “Control and Dominance
training.” I walked up to the woman taking the applications and signed
the roster next to my name. Reaching behind her, the admissions
counselor retrieved a box and handed it to me. I opened the box to see
a plastic posture collar, lewd penis shaped pencils and pens, and pink
notebook paper. Instructing me to remove the posture collar, the
administrator instructed me to kneel on the pillow facing away from her
and toward the people sitting in the waiting area. The front of the
collar read “sissy Cuckold” in large pink letters; thus no matter where
I went around campus people would know about my lifestyle. Taking the
posture collar, she secured it around my neck and locked it on with two
built-in locks top and bottom behind my neck. The tight collar around
my neck was designed for long term wear and had little holes around it
so that my bath water would be able to clean my neck without removing
it. Handing me the keys to the posture collar, the administrator
instructed me to fill in the name of the recipient on the envelope. The
return address read, “dead mail” and the postage was 4th class. Then
she remarked that I had better write legibly since 4th class mail has a
habit of being late or lost.
Before rising from my kneeling position, the administrator instructed
me to face her. Turning on my knees to face the administrator I knew
that my profile would be visible for all of the other students to see.
I was a little self-conscience since my schoolgirl uniform skirt was so
short, but I couldn’t pull it down any more due to its total length of
only 15 inches. If I was self-conscious about my skirt, I would be
incredibly embarrassed with what she did next. Fastening a swimmers
nose clip on my nose, I was forced to breath through my mouth. Picking
up a metal measuring stick with a very large dildo attached to it, the
administrator instructed me to open wide. I did and she adjusted the
height of the dildo attached to the stick to measure the distance from
the floor to the insertion point at my mouth and read out loud the
measurement of 32 1/2 inches. Next she instructed me to take a deep
breath, which I did, and then said that I should take as much of the
dildo into my mouth and hold as deeply as I can for as long as I can.
Resetting a large time clock positioned on the table facing for all to
see, she said out loud again
“Ready, get set, go.” She said.
Reading out loud the number of inches that disappeared into my mouth “5
inches, 6 inches, 7 inches, 8 inches, 8.5 inches and holding.” She
counted.
With blushing cheeks I held at 8.5 inches as she read off the time.
“5 seconds, 10 seconds, 15 second, 20 seconds, 25 seconds, 30 seconds”
as she wrote down the final number.
Removing the dildo and the nose clip, the administrator told me to take
a seat in one of the pink chairs and that class would be starting soon.
No sooner than I sat down, another student approached me and started
talking. I found out her name was Lilly and that her master had sent
her to this two week school. She was a GG and was submissive to him but
I suspected she had hidden talents. I told her I was happily married
and that I was a male maid to my wife. Lilly suggested that we pair up
for class work and we could become friends. I would find out latter
that Lilly had a wicked sense of humor that often got me into a lot of
trouble.
Lilly and I talked while the rest of the students reported in for
registration. I noted that there appeared to be a lot of dominant men
in the group. She said that this school prized itself on training for
successful marriage and relationships. I asked her what they would be
learning and she handed me a course guide that she said she “found”.
Along side each of the classes given was the duration of classes. One
set of classes that caught my attention was the “forced blowjobs 101″
and “face fucking 201″. I pointed those out and asked Lilly why they
taught those classes.
Her only response was “I don’t know; why? Would you be interested in
helping?”
“Oh no” I replied.
We carried on some small talk and when Lilly asked me what a cuckold
was. I explained to her that my wife Carol was a size queen and needed
a lover who was better endowed them me. I explained that I was
monogamous with her and that she had lovers who were a lot bigger than
I was. “So you’re small in the package department she asked?” I
responded, “Carol said I was, so I must be.”
The bell rang and we assembled into our respective lines and entered
each of the doors that were appropriate for our classes. We walked into
our class and noticed it was just alike a traditional classroom.
Although it had two different types of seats. One type was for genetic
girls and the other for sissy males. The chair that I sat in was bolted
to floor like all the others but in the male version it had one 4″
diameter hole in the seat where Lilly’s had two.
The first class was poise and deportment. The instructor, a very nice
mid-40’s woman explained all the importance of having proper deportment
around others. Next the instructor pointed out two pink dots on each
side of the chair. When sitting we were instructed to cross our ankles
and put the toe of our foot on the dot. The position of the dot gives
us very feminine lines as it positioned our legs back. The individual
wooden desk slid back and the instructor instructed us to lift the
desktop and retrieve our new books and to place our notebooks and pens
on the top of our desks. Picking up the books and placing them on top
of the desk, I noticed that the instructor’s book of choice left
something to be desired. The first book was a vegetarian cook book,
which I really liked. The second was on the role and etiquette of a
chambermaid. The third book was a little too risqué for me since its
title was “How to give the perfect blow job” and the fourth was the
“joys of anal sex”. We didn’t have a book bag to put our books in which
meant that we would have to use the supplied book lanyard. The
instructor was very adamant about the sequence of books and insisted
that the 12 of us arrange the books where the outside books where the
most lewd of them. After the introduction to the school and
announcements by the instructor, our first class was on how to put on
makeup and beautifying techniques. Lilly and I paired off and we went
into the room that looked like a cosmetology training room.
Sitting in the makeup chair with cucumbers on my eyes and a facial
pack, Lilly when to work on my nails. I was so relaxed as Lilly went to
work on my toes and hands. It seemed like I was in the chair for hours,
a lot longer than when I did Lilly’s nails. After putting on my acrylic
nails, I found out that she painted my nails a bright fire-engine red
color. Each one had a very high gloss to them. But what I found most
disturbing was that on each fingernail was the inlay of a male erection
in gold color. All ten fingers had the image of an erect penis clearly
visible. But that was not the end of my humiliation. Painted on my toes
were the words “COCK” and ‘SUCKR”. At that point I begged Lilly to redo
my nails, as I couldn’t possible walk around with such images painted
on my nails. But at that time, the end of class bell rang and we had to
rush back and get our stuff and leave. Rushing back to the classroom, I
gathered my stuff and rushed outside to meet Carol. Holding my books
across my chest, I entered the hallway, which was packed with all the
other students. When I reached the outside door I looked around and
could not find Carol in the car, so I waited by the door. Lilly said to
have a good night and that she would see me tomorrow. I happened to see
my class instructor and asked her if Lilly could and I could have some
time to remove change my nail color tomorrow. But my instructor said
which firmness that our time was strictly booked and tomorrow we would
be learning how to set dinner tables and in the after noon would be
learning more on how to do hair and makeup and we would be presenting
our assigned 5 page papers on the domestic role of a hand maiden.
Looking down at my toes, which were clearly visible through my sandals,
the instructor remarked how naughty that looked. She went on to
chastise me for picking out the words, images, and colors that brightly
adorned my fingers and toes. I tried to explain to her that I didn’t
but she would not hear anything of the sort and that if I continued to
lie I would be punished. But it was too late; taking out her discipline
ruler, the instructor ordered me to bend over the railing of the steps.
Sliding my panties down and lifting what little skirt I had on, she
began to spank me. 20 hard spankings with the ruler and as luck would
have it, in front of the school for those left around to see. When I
received the last of my spankings, the instructor reminded me not lie
to her again. Just then the beep of the horn sounded as I looked out at
the parking lot and saw Carol waiting for me.
Carol was not happy at all with the color and wording choices that I
had made and after dinner I found myself in the punishment corner for 2
hours bobbing my head to the clicks perched on 6 inch heels. I was
cramping badly but not because of the quantity of water in my bum, but
the milk and molasses that Carol used as the formula. That only left me
with a short period of time to write my homework assignment, which I
did just in time to go to bed. Carol forbad me to remove any of my nail
color or decorations for the length of the class and to further
humiliate me I would now be going to school in 4″ open toed pumps for
the remaining week and half. I was mortified and fearful that one of
those dominate well-endowed masters would see and force me to my knees
during break time. Or worse, he wouldn’t be alone.
Lilly was an evil woman. I could not believe what awful prank she
pulled next on me. When it came time to hand in our papers, we had to
pass them down. I handed my paper to Lilly who passed them to the next
person. What I didn’t see was that Lilly exchanged my paper with a
different one. When it came time to read our papers at the end of the
day, the instructor gave me mine with a smirk on her face. On the top
of the paper it read in big red letters “SEE ME”. I took my place at
the podium and read the title of the paper for the whole class to hear,
except I paused for a very long time. This prompted the instructor to
insist that I read the title. I thought to myself, how could this
possible happen? I wrote my paper on the role and responsibilities of a
hand maiden. Instead the title of the paper was “Why sissies love big
cock.” For the next fifteen minutes, I read the paper, which detailed
the lewd behaviors of crotch watching, estimating bulge sizes, and an
argument on my bigger is better. I stepped down from the podium in
abject humiliation. Everyone would know think that I was a cock lover,
which wasn’t true. I love making love with Carol, even if actual
penetration is few and far between. After class, I reported to the
instructor who was very dismayed that I would submit such a paper. She
handed me a progress report card and told me to have Carol sign it and
return it to her the next day.
Carol was very unhappy with me for reading that paper, when I got home
I had to read her the paper while standing in my six inch heels for the
entire evening. I felt so slutty standing in our living room in white
anklet socks and six inch black heels and my school girl uniform. I
could see the wheels clicking in Carol’s head and new it wouldn’t be
too long before she exposed her plans for my predicament.
The next day while preparing to go to school, I was dressing in a red
plaid school girl skirt, white blouse, white anklet socks and red 5″
pumps. My tight white panties with little red bows hugged my bum and
would normally create panty lines if I were wearing shorts or pants. I
begged Carol not to send me to school dressed so seductively as it
would send a wrong message to the males in the school. She asked me
what wrong message could I possibly send to the males after the lewd
book report that I made the previous day. She asked me if it was she
who wrote a book report on bigger is better? Was it her finger nails
painted bright fire engine red with inlaid gold erections? Or was her
toe nails painted with the words “COCK SUKR” for all to see?
When I entered the school, Lilly whisked me off to the ladies room to
show me some new clothes she got last night. She showed me the very
sexy pair of Victoria Secrets’ panties that her master and her bought
the previous night. But then she said she had a surprise for me, I was
cautious but excited that she thought of me. She handed me a pair of
white lace panties that had the back cutout but was framed with lace.
Telling me she wanted me to try them on to see if they fit, I slid my
cotton panties down my legs. Lifting my right leg and perching
precariously on my left foot in my red 5″ pumps, I removed my white
cotton panties. Pulling my new panties up my legs, the snug fit around
my front cradled my penis tightly, but since the panties had no backing
my bum felt completely exposed. Just then the bell rang and Lilly
grabbed her book bag and headed for the door. I yelled out to Lilly
that I couldn’t go to class wearing this type of panties and that I
needed my panties back. All she said was that we would be late for
class and not to bend over and I’d be fine until break.
Running to class, I took my position in front of my seat. As my chair
came into view, I noticed a JPL 5 quart enema bag on the seat. The
nozzle was shaped like a thin penis. The instructor arrived at the
front of the room and told us to take our seats. Lilly sat down in her
chair reached over and held the little nozzle. I tried to protest and
explain to the instructor that something was in my seat but all she
said was to “take your seat now Kevin.” Holding the edge of my desk, I
slowly descended onto the JPL as Lilly held the little penis-shaped
nozzle straight up to ensure that it would find its mark and slip into
me. I tried to keep my weight off the seat by pulling on the desk and
putting my weight onto the balls of my feet. Lilly leaned over and
asked me in a whispered voice if the water was warm enough because she
didn’t want my bum to be sitting on the cold seat wearing my panties. I
looked over at her with an incredulous look and knew that I had been
had again. Just then the instructor told us to take out our pencils for
a test. I thought, just my luck. No matter how little or how much
weight I put on the JPL, the same amount of water was forced into my
bottom at a constant rate.
Lilly whispered that it would take four hours for the bag to completely
empty. The instructor then said that our test would take that long and
was a mid-term on the proper setting of the dinner table, hand maiden
roles and rules. It was in essay format and that once the test began,
there would be no bathroom breaks until lunch time. I happened to
whisper to Lilly that I thought this was unfair and why would she do
such a terrible thing to me. The instructor was not pleased that I was
whispering to Lilly and insisted that there was to be no talking during
the test. Walking up to my desk to hand me my test, the instructor
remarked that she hoped that she wouldn’t have to do this. Stepping
behind me, the instructor reached forward over my shoulder to open my
desktop and to retrieve a locking penis gag. Feeling her warm breasts
on the back of my neck, she whispered into my ear, “Open wide Cucky.”
With the whole class watching me, the instructor positioned the large
penis gag in front of my mouth about three inches away from me. Leaning
forward, I accepted the gag into my mouth, which was so embarrassing
since I in effect sealed my mouth closed. I would have much preferred
her to insert it as opposed to me leaning forward and accepting into my
mouth. Telling the class loudly that there was no talking during the
test, I heard the instructor lock the penis gag onto me with a very
audible click.
I sat on my chair answering the questions on the test about proper
standing position when in the dining room, and the placement for fork
during the four hour test and when to fill a wine glass or remove a
soup bowl. The minutes passed agonizingly slow as the enema seeped into
me. My mouth fully filled by the penis gag as I wiped the little bit of
saliva that escaped my lips. I could tell that Lilly was enjoying my
discomfort. About two and half hours into my test, the cramping began
to take hold of me. At three hours I had all but one quart of water
left in the bag and I continued to answer the questions. Four hours and
the instructor called for us to hand in the test. I was so relieved
that the five quarts of water were about to be released since I was
sure I’d be allowed to use the bathroom very soon.
My tummy was clearly distended as I walked to the front of the
classroom to hand in my test. I was instructed to stand in the corner
until the instructor had time to remove my gag, which would be after
she collected all the tests, and sort them into alphabetical order. I
stood standing in the corner shifting from one foot to another to
relieve the pain and cramping of the enema. But shifting did no good. I
waited patiently for the instructor to perform her duties as I waited.
Finally, she stepped behind me and reminded me that to disobey the
rules would result in punishment. Talking during a test was not allowed
and I hoped that I would have learned my lesson. Then she reminded me
that the paper that I had turned in was most inappropriate and that I
would be punished again. The instructor told me to step in front of her
desk and to put my hands on the center of it. At that point, she asked
Lilly to come up and to hold my hands firmly while sitting in the
instructor’s chair.
The instructor then pinned my skirt up to the bottom of my shirt
revealing my bum for the class to see. She knew that the enema was
cramping me and I bent forward of the desk to relieve the pressure.
This only exposed my bum to the whole class in an inviting way. I was
then told that I would receive five swats of the cane for turning in
such a foul paper. I felt the first hit of the cane as it landed
directly across my bum leaving a red line. Four more lashes of the cane
I had to endure for my indiscretions but the hardest part was holding
in the enema as the lashes descended on my butt. I was in such agony
and could only watch the sadistic smile that Lilly gave me as she
clearly enjoyed my discomfort. After my punishment was over, the
instructor allowed me to run to the ladies room to relieve myself. Run
is an over statement when doing it in five inch pumps. Running to the
ladies room with a penis gag in my mouth and my skirt pinned up to the
bottom of my shirt for all to see was very embarrassing. This was
especially true since the halls were filled with people on their lunch
break.
After my stint in the ladies room which took almost my entire lunch
break, I hurried back to the classroom in time to see Lilly and the
instructor preparing my next set of punishment.
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