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After that it was only sound. I heard her go to the bag again, and then she got on the bed alongside my legs. She pulled my feet together and slipped something over them, which she then slid up my legs to the top of my thighs. She had me lift up off the pillows and she slid the object, which felt like some type of band or strap, past my hips until it was around my waist, holding my cock down so it didn’t catch. Her touch was electric, but was quickly gone as my weight settled back down onto the pillows. Try as I might, I could not imagine what it was she had just put around me, which caused my level of tension and excitement to grow.

I could hear her working, and then she took my left foot and began to slide something over it. It only took me a moment to realize it was a woman’s nylon stocking. This was something totally new between us, and to be honest I didn’t like the thought of it at all.

While I enjoyed being humble before her, the thought of wearing women’s clothing items was abhorrent to me. I tried to pull my foot away and began to wrestle about, and was just about to object vocally when her hand came down on my bare ass in a vicious slap. It stunned me to momentary stillness, and she spoke for the first time since I had lain down on the bed, ‘If you want it to end here, just say so.'

The excitement up to now had been intense for me, and I knew I did not want it to end. But I was also uneasy about this turn of events and where it would lead. After a moment, I relaxed and let my body go slack, forcing my breathing into a regular pattern and willing myself to end all resistance. Maybe it was the tequila, maybe it was something latent within me, but I decided I would do just about anything to see where this evening was going.

After a few minutes, she had a pair of thigh-high nylons on me. It was then obvious that the item placed around my waist had been a garter belt, and this she carefully fastened to the stockings. Her work complete, she got off the bed and was apparently admiring her subject. I could sense her satisfaction. Then she was back at my ankles, and there affixed two more of the leather bands. In short order, my legs were tightly tied to the two remaining corners of the bed, and I lay there naked and exposed, in total darkness, wearing women’s nylons.

The humiliation of the moment had killed my hard-on, and I found myself wondering what my now evil wife had in mind for the evening. I suddenly felt her breath at my ear, and her fingers started stroking the backs of one thigh through the nylons. ‘You have to admit they feel sexy. Silky. Tight. Why do you think women love them so much?’

Her hand continued to stroke my legs through the nylon, occasionally coming high enough to nearly touch my cock. I had to admit the feeling was good, and if I squirmed it was fascinating the way my nylon encased legs seemed to just glide on the sheets. Her fingers rubbing through the nylon was exciting, and I started to respond, and my dick hardened once again.

‘See, I knew you’d like it. A slut like you was bound to.’

During our younger, more active sex life, dirty talk from my wife was a favorite of mine, and being called a slut excited me greatly.

She got up from the bed and I continued to squirm, knowing she was watching. From the sounds, I could tell she was turning on the video, which stopped my movements. For the moment I was enjoying the feel of women’s nylons on my body, but I was certain I didn’t want it on film. I started to object, and when I did she quickly stuffed a rag in my open mouth, filling it to silence. The sudden intrusion was both shocking and uncomfortable, and after a moment I realized that she had most likely just used the underwear I had removed a short while ago to stifle my objections. It was certainly effective, now I could no longer see or speak.

‘When I want to hear the opinions of a slut, I’ll let you know. I want you like this on film, so get used to it. This is only the beginning, and before this night is over anyone who sees this film will no doubt know how big a slut you really are, and how much you love all that happens to you.’

The words froze me, and though I must confess to some definite excitement, it also left me uneasy. Would she really show such a video to others? Was she just trying to scare me to show who was in control? I always thought I was the bold one, with limits she could never find. Perhaps I was wrong? As I thought this over, she turned on the cheap clock radio beside the bed to a country and western station. The sound quality was poor, and I found it odd that she did this. It would be much later when I would realize that it was cover noise.

‘I’ll be back in a little while. Don’t go anywhere my little slut.’

As the shock of her words sank in, she opened the door to leave the room. I could tell by the sound she opened it wide, and my heart sank. I hadn’t heard any light switches so I assumed the lights were all still on. The hotel we were in was the type where the rooms opened directly onto the parking lot, and I could remember beyond that was the parking lot of an all-night restaurant. The door creaked as it slowly swung back on the automatic closer, and it seemed forever until I heard it hit the frame and stop.

The closer was not strong enough to pull it all the way to, and I was relieved when I heard her pull it tightly closed. I had literally broken out in a sweat, and realized I was holding my breath. My God, I was tied naked to a hotel bed, blindfolded, gagged with my own underwear, in women’s nylons, with the room door standing open. It was only for a matter of seconds, but it seemed an eternity. I had no way of knowing if anyone had been out there, but my imagination was active and true fear had set in.

She had never acted quite like this before, and if she wanted to humiliate me, she was doing a good job. I sank into the mattress and tried to relax and catch my breath. The thought suddenly occurred to me that she may not have actually left, and I got as still as possible and tried to listen for any noise other than the radio.

But there was no sound at all that I could associate with her presence, and I finally concluded she had truly left the room. Where she went, I had no idea. I tested my bonds, but there was simply no way to escape. So there I was, naked, exposed, and abandoned. The thought of getting caught like this was humiliating beyond anything I had felt before. What if a maid or a maintenance crew happened by, even coming to this room by mistake? The more I worried about it, the more helpless I felt. And then came an interesting realization. The more helpless I felt, the more turned on I became. There was no denying that my hard-on was raging, and I began to squirm about, trying to rub it against the pillows or my leg.

But it was useless, she had me bound too tight to allow the necessary movement. I could feel the cool air of the room on my exposed cock head, and my ass was spread open due to how I was tied, and I was aware of how inviting a position I was in. I squirmed on the bed and worked my ass around, realizing and not caring that the video was surely still on. She was gone quite a while, and the excitement faded and my level of agitation began to increase again. Then suddenly I heard footsteps outside and I froze.

What happened next I only know because of countless hours of watching the video of this night. I heard the key card in the door, and then the door again opened wide. I heard her come in, but was more fixated on the creaking of the door as it slowly closed again, waiting for that welcome click of door against frame. What I could not tell in my blindfolded state, with the radio playing, and with the stealth of their movements, was that two people had come back into the room.

Once again I wondered how exposed I truly was with the door open for those countless seconds. I heard the sound of undressing, but in my worried state was not alert enough to detect multiple people hurriedly removing their clothes. I felt her come near the bed, and then felt her tweak my still hard cock. The contact made me jump, and then her voice was at my ear, ‘I see my little slut enjoyed his time alone.'

She pulled the gag from my mouth. ‘Is the slut having fun yet?’

My jaw ached and my mouth was totally dried out, so I had no voice. Instead I merely shook my head yes.

‘Are you ready for some real fun?’

This time my tongue was wetted, and I croaked out a ’Yes, please.'

In watching the video later, I was keenly aware that had I known I had a naked guy, a stranger, standing over me, with my body so exposed, and with women’s nylons and garters on, as I eagerly agreed to potential abuse by my wife, I would have been devastated beyond words.

Even watching the video later, the humiliation was intense, which, I had to confess, was what partly led to uncontrolled masturbation every time I watched it, with or without my wife. I reveled in it later, but I’m not so sure I could have handled it at the time. But as it was, I had no idea, and behind the safety of the now closed door, I was eager to see where this night with my wife would head.

Her nakedness was confirmed when she knelt down at the foot of the bed, placed a hand on either side of my head, and guided my lips to her nipple. I eagerly went after her breast, sucking as much of it into my mouth as I could. After a minute or two, she switched me to her other breast, which I sucked on with the same fervor. After so many years, I still loved to feel my lips on her breasts.

She pulled away and kissed me on top of my head, then spoke into my ear. ‘Tonight, my little slut, you’re going to help me live out some long time fantasies. Tonight, we’re going to truly test your limits.’

Her words excited me further, and it didn’t dawn on me until days later that her reference to ‘we’ did not necessarily include me. She stood and pushed her pussy into my face, and my tongue was quickly out and reaching to serve her. It was an awkward position, but I could tongue her clit and her body language suggested I was being effective.

But it didn’t last as she pulled away. Though I was still in total darkness, I could tell from the direction of her movement and the sounds that she was back into her bag. This increased my level of anticipation, and it occurred to me to relax, and pace myself. I tried to focus on the country music still coming from the bedside radio, but even though it was a common song I couldn’t even follow the words. She simply had me too agitated to concentrate.

Suddenly she was back before me. Something cold and hard touched the side of my face and I immediately knew it was a dildo, the bullet type, made of smooth hard plastic, and from the feel of it not overly large. She rubbed it around my face and neck, and then lightly slid the tip across my lips. This was familiar territory, even though it had been many years, and I just held my position and let her tease me with it. She played it around my face some more, then came back to my lips, this time with a bit more pressure. I parted my lips slightly, and came out with the tip of my tongue to rub on the end of the hard plastic.

‘You like that don’t you little slut?’

I nodded yes and opened my mouth, trying to reach for the dildo. But she pulled it back with a giggle, making me reach for it with my tongue. I must have looked ridiculous, flailing my tongue around in the air, and she laughed more.

‘Freeze, slut’

I stopped with my mouth open and my tongue out.

‘That’s it’, she said, as she laid the hard plastic tip across the top of my tongue. She slid it around on my out-stretched tongue, and again I tried to capture it in my mouth. But she was waiting for me to do so, and laughed as she deftly pulled it away. ‘The little slut wants the cock in his mouth pretty bad, doesn’t he?’ The words brought back some of our fun and games from days gone by, and sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. How long had it been since she teased me about putting a cock in my mouth? How many times had we played this game? When I didn’t reply, she asked again, ‘Doesn’t he?’ I nodded, but that wasn’t going to do. ‘Tell me, slut.'

I answered, ‘yes, I do.'

‘Yes you do what, slut?’

‘Yes, I want the cock in my mouth pretty bad.'

‘The slut thinks I would want to see him with a cock in his mouth?’

‘Yes, I think you do. I think you want me to do it.’

‘Hmmm, I suppose if you wanted to prove what a little cock-sucking slut you are, I might be inclined to watch.’

With that, she brought the tip back to my lips, but as I reached for, she again kept it just out of reach. The best I could do was to close my lips on the very tip, or to slide my tongue along the underside. Every time I would tire, she would bring it back to my lips and I’d try again. After several minutes of this, she asked, ‘Am I frustrating my little slut?’

‘Yes’

‘What does the slut want?’

‘I want my mouth filled with your cock.’

‘How bad?’

‘Bad. Please, may I suck on your cock? I really want it.’

‘Want it, slut?’

‘Yes, and I need it. I need to suck it. I need to show you how far I’ll go. Please let me show you.’

‘But I already know, I’ve known for years. Is there anything more that you can prove, slut?’

‘Test me. Tell me what to do. Do anything to your slut. I’ll show you whatever you want to see. I’ll go along with whatever you want to try. Just please let me suck on your cock.’

‘Of course you will, slut. What choice do you have?’ And with that she put the dildo to my lips. She didn’t push it in; she just held it there and let me wrap my lips around it.

Then she let me draw it in until it I had as much as I could take. My cheeks were sunken in as I pulled on it, and I tried to let it touch the back of my throat without gagging. It wasn’t all that large in diameter, but it was hard and smooth and it felt good in my mouth.

I sucked hard on it, trying to show her what a good slut I was.

‘Oh my, the slut does like a mouth full of cock, doesn’t he?’

I nodded as she grabbed the end and started sliding it back out of my mouth. I resisted with as much vacuum as I could generate until it was almost out, and was relieved when she plunged it right back in. She got a steady rhythm going, back and forth into my mouth. My shoulders were aching from being bound so long, and to relieve the pressure I slid back just enough so that my chin was supported on the mattress.

In that position, she worked the dildo back and forth in my mouth, and I sucked for all I was worth, to show her what a good slut I was. The first time I watched the video of this, I was literally horrified at how I had acted in front of another guy, but at the time I was into the abuse and loving every second of it.

Then suddenly she pulled the dildo from my mouth.

‘No!’

But it was no use. I lay there panting, wishing she hadn’t stopped so abruptly. But then I felt something new at my lips. It was much larger, and made of a firm rubberized like material that wasn’t totally rigid, but stood out straight nonetheless. I snaked out my tongue along the underside, and found the edge of a mushroom shaped head, confirming my suspicion. It was another dildo, shaped like a real cock.

‘Would you like the real thing, slut?’

‘Yes, please.’

‘Are you sure? This would be like sucking on a real man. And it would be on video.’

It had been years since we had such a dildo in the house, and I realized I wanted it in my mouth bad. More than that, I wanted her to see me suck it, regardless of the video camera she just reminded me of. ‘Yes, I want you to see me sucking on that dick.’

With that she plunged it into my mouth as far as she could. No teasing this time, just straight in. It was much larger and therefore much more difficult to accommodate, and when it hit the back of my throat I was almost overcome by a gag reflex. She held it there, almost cruelly, while I tried to adjust, and behind the velvet eye covers I could feel my eyes tear up from the intensity of the reflex. After a few moments, and with great effort, I was able to relax and accept this monster cock deep in the back of my mouth. It wasn’t entirely comfortable, but I wasn’t going to back down. If this is what she wanted,

I was hers to use.

‘Hold it there and don’t let it move slut.’

With that she let go and stepped away. With my eyes covered, I had no way to know how much of the cock was sticking out of my mouth, but the inside of my mouth was very full, and it was very difficult to swallow. I concentrated on holding the cock as ordered, while she rummaged through her bag once again. Then I felt her on the bed beside me, and a moment later I jumped at the cold shock of liquid landing between my buttocks. It was obviously a lubricant, and it was cold, and she poured it directly on my anus. When I jumped the cock in my mouth slipped out some, and I worked hard at sucking it back into the position she left it.

The coolness of the lubricant served as a reminder of how exposed my ass was. Her fingers slipped into my crack and started rubbing the lube into my asshole. The feeling was fantastic, and intensified when she let her hands drift down and her sharp fingernails slid across my swollen testicles. She was then quickly back at my anus, and without prelude slid a finger well into my ass.

I initially lurched forward at the intrusion, then responded by pushing back as best I could against the exploring finger. I could feel her other knuckles against my ass, and realized her finger was buried as deep as it would go. My breathing became labored, and with my mouth filled to capacity with hard rubber cock, my efforts to breath through my nose became noisy and ragged.

My wife started working her finger in and out, and I moved with her every motion. She paused momentarily, but it was only to line up a second finger, and then I had two thrusting into me. As I said before, I am very susceptible to anal stimulation, and this open abuse of my ass had me in pure heaven. I truly was a slut as I moved against her fingers, all the time sucking brazenly on a mouthful of hard cock.

When she went to three fingers I was almost out of control, and I was trying to get contact against my own cock any way I could. It was no longer possible to breath only though my nose, and I was forced to let the cock in my mouth slip out far enough so that I could breath around it. I laid my head to one side, intentionally facing the camera, and quickly devised a method of letting it slip out far enough to get a breath, then quickly sucking it back in deeply until I needed another. I repeated this process over and over, as the assault on my ass continued.

Sensing that I was reaching a limit, my wife suddenly stopped with all three fingers at their deepest point. She held perfectly still as I tried desperately to catch my breath, with the big rubber cock half in and half out of my mouth so that I could draw air around it. She wiggled her fingers, tickling my prostate, and I groaned loudly as my body suddenly went rigid. This brought a laugh from her, and she pulled her fingers all the way out.

‘You are a hot little slut, but I see you couldn’t follow simple little instructions to hold that cock in your mouth.’

I quickly sucked it back in as far as it would go, and this brought another laugh from her. Without warning, she pushed a dildo into my ass, and I realized it was probably the one in my mouth earlier. It wasn’t as big around as three of her fingers, but it went much deeper and I let out a low moan as it reached into places that hadn’t been touched in years. Once deeply embedded, she left it and moved back up to my head. ‘Let’s see if you can hold that in place a little better.’

I nodded and turned my head down to use the mattress to force the cock in my mouth as deep as I could make it go. Then I turned my blindfolded face back towards her, hoping to get approval.

‘Not bad, slut, but you still disappointed me.’

She let the comment hang, which let me know I needed to try and make it up any way I could. I was desperately turned on, and willing at this point to do anything. Her hands closed around the cock in my mouth and she started to work it in and out. It was huge, and as she plunged it back and forth, and spun it around, I had to work pretty hard to effectively suck it like the little slut she wanted me to be. My mouth was stretched, and now my ass was stretched, and discomfort became pleasure, as I allowed myself to be willingly used.

She pulled the cock out so that only the tip was at my lips, and I eagerly worked my tongue around the helmet. I knew the shape well from my own cock, and it was exciting to explore it with my mouth.

‘The slut likes having a dildo shaped like a real man’s cock, doesn’t he?’

‘Yes, I do.’

‘Now you know how I feel when I have your big cock in my mouth, don’t you slut?’

‘Yes I do, and I envy you’

‘Because I get to suck a real man’s cock?’

I couldn’t believe I was saying this. ‘Yes.’

She worked the cock into my mouth a few times, then brought it back out and watched as

I again eagerly attacked it with my lips and tongue. ‘That I would like to see, my little slut sucking on a real man’s cock.’

I didn’t reply, instead I just kept licking the mushroom head in front of me. Her breathing had changed, and I realized she was getting turned on by the conversation and whatever thoughts it generated in her head. Foolishly, I thought that control of the situation might be shifting a little to my side, and I wondered how to exploit it. At the time I had no idea how wrong I was.

‘Would my slut do that for me?’

It was an open-ended question. We had treaded on these waters many times in our past fantasies together, sometimes plunging all the way in, other times just touching on the fringes and moving off in other directions when the mood wasn’t exactly right. Thinking back to her earlier comment on testing limits, I was pretty certain that tonight she wanted to explore it deeply. For my own part, I was in a totally depraved mood and ready to serve her any way I could. ‘Your slut would love to suck a real man’s cock for you.’

She drew a breath and I could sense her squirm. I had guessed right. ‘My slut would do that for me? You would let me watch, and let me film it?’

‘I would do that for you, but only if you watched. I would suck a man’s cock on film, if the humiliation of doing so is what you want from this little slut. How can I tell you no?

I’ll do whatever you ask.’

‘So you wouldn’t want to do it for yourself. The slut is willing to put on a show, but is not turned on by the idea?’

I did not intentionally imply this, and thought about it for a moment. The feeling of the big rubber cock in my mouth made for a strong memory, and I tried to decide if I was answering truthfully or playing along as I said, ‘The feeling of my tongue on this cock head is intense. I love it. If it was a real one, it could only be better. It would really turn me on to suck a real man’s cock in front of you.’

She let out a low moan of satisfaction as she fed the big rubber cock back into my mouth.

This time she moved it around gently, coming nearly all the way out before going back in, letting me love on it with my lips and tongue right in front of her. The situation was pretty intense. I was tied down spreadeagled on the bed, with my naked ass high and exposed and stuffed full of dildo. I was wearing women’s nylons and garters. I was blindfolded, and my lovely wife was gently feeding me a large, realistic rubber cock. My shoulders and neck ached from my position, and the leather cuffs, though lined with velvet, chafed at my wrists, but I didn’t care. I had slipped into new depths of depravity, and was totally caught up in the imagery my wife was leading me through.

Pulling the cock head back to my lips, she asked, ‘You’d suck a real cock for me, slut?’

‘Yes, I would.’

‘Tell me what you want.’