Message-ID: <11588eli$9805271525@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: cwcobblest@aol.com (Cwcobblest) Subject: Hubby Humiliation Bonanza: "Obscure," part 13 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998052416393300.MAA02752@ladder01.news.aol.com> "Obscure," Part 13 by c.w. cobblestone I used to think freedom was a good thing but these days, I'm not so sure. With Natalie and Luke away on their honeymoon, I really felt out of sorts. I had no one around to tell me what to do, and as the days alone dragged on I found myself missing the discipline. Even one of Luke's teeth-chattering slaps would be better than another hour of forlorn solitude. I guess I've just become accustomed to being a slave. It was bound to happen over time. I'm like a parolee who gets out of jail and immediately commits another crime so he can go back: I'm institutionalized. I've grown to need these chains. It's not an easy thing to reconcile, let me tell you. I'd been lying to myself for years. Natalie wasn't the bad guy in this whole scenerio. I brought it all on myself. Natalie always used to tell me, "if you didn't like the way I treat you, you would've left a long time ago." At the time I never really gave much thought to her words. In my mind, I was putting up with all her abuse in order to save our marriage. But now, I began to see that she was right. Why was I so hell-bent on saving this marriage in the first place? I knew the answer: because I needed the abuse. It felt good to be a martyr. Humiliation is like a drug to me. It tickles my nether world. During my two weeks of solitude, I went through a serious emotional transformation. Somewhere along the line, I finally resolved myself to my station in life. If it was my fate to spend the rest of my days as Natalie and Luke's slave, then I might as well put all my efforts into being the best slave I could be. There was no other way to do it. It was either that or move out and start life over again. As the end of the two weeks approached, I began to get nervous about Natalie and Luke's return. They were due back on Friday afternoon. I don't know how many times I scrubbed the house during those last few days - there wasn't a cobweb to be found anywhere. Every spoon in the kitchen drawer glittered. Every shoe in Natalie and Luke's closet was polished to a spit-shine. I couldn't wait until they got back, so I could demonstrate my new attitude. I would be the best slave ever! I was determined to show my mistress and master that I meant business. Friday was agonizing. Forget butterflies - I had pigeons in my stomach! Natalie and Luke were due to get home sometime around noon, and I must've checked the clock a thousand times that morning, waiting for the little hand and the big hand to converge at the top. But twelve o'clock came and went. So did one o'clock...and two...and three. Maybe they missed a flight or something, I kept thinking. Or maybe...no, I had to put that out of my mind. Still, I turned on the television, in case there was a report of a crash somewhere. Finally, at about ten after four, I heard the Mercedes pulling up in the driveway. I tried to swallow the brick in my throat as I rushed to greet my masters properly, kneeling down about 10 paces from the door and lowering my head submissively. I heard their footsteps on the front porch, then a key was inserted in the lock. The door swung open, and there they were - my owners! Or, at least, my owners' feet - that was all I could see with my head bowed. Natalie was wearing a pair of sneakers, with her teal sweatpants tucked into her white socks. Luke had on a pair of hiking boots and jeans. I wanted to raise my eyes to drink in the rest of my beloved Natalie - and Luke, for that matter - but I dared not. A good slave keeps his eyes lowered, I reminded myself. Natalie spoke first. "Well, hello, Brian, darling!" she sang. After all this time, her sweet voice sounded like a Beethoven symphony! "Aren't you going to ask us how our honeymoon was?" I cleared my throat. "Uh...yes, Natalie, I'm sorry...uh, how was your honeymoon?" Luke answered the question for her. "It was wonderful, Brian," he drawled as he sauntered past me into the living room. He plopped down on the couch and started taking off his boots. "But I must admit - I really missed your personal services, Brian," he said flinging one boot, then another, across the living room floor. "Why, I had to wipe my own ass the entire trip!" Natalie giggled and joined her husband on the sofa. "The bags are out in the car," she said airily. "Bring me an iced tea first, though." "Yes, Natalie," I said, then turned to Luke. "Would you like anything to drink, sir?" I asked humbly. Luke sighed dreamily and leaned back in the couch. "Yep, it's good to have ya back, Brian," he said. "And, since you asked so sweetly...I'd like a nice, coooooooooolllllld beer, slave - and hurry the fuck up! On the double - move your ass!" "Yessir!" I said in a high, squeaky voice as I turned and picked up Luke's discarded boots, then ran out of the room. Behind me, I heard Luke say, "I gotta keep the sorry bastard on his toes! He's been sitting on his fat ass for two weeks - don't want him go get soft on us!" I didn't hear Natalie's reply as I tiptoed as fast as I could down the stairs. I returned with the drinks and for the first time that day I really got a good look at Natalie. She looked utterly gorgeous in her casual sweat-suit! She was reclining on the couch, with her mane of brunette hair cascading on Luke's lap. As I handed my ex-wife her drink I couldn't help it - I fell to my knees and started sobbing. "I'm so glad you're back, Mistress, I'm so glad you're back!" I blubbered over and over. "I'm sorry...I just missed you so much! I want to be a good slave for you and Luke, Mistress! I really want to prove it to you, and - " SLLLAAAAPPP! My head snapped back as Natalie's palm found its mark. SLLLAAAPPP! Another one caught me off guard, and my the blood rushed to my face. "Quit your fucking whining!" my ex-wife berated me. Natalie craned her neck up at Luke and snorted. "Jesus Christ, you'd think the asshole's never been alone before!" Luke yawned and pointed at the front door. "Brian, shut your sorry trap and go bring in the luggage. And park the car in the garage," he added as I slowly rose from my knees and turned toward the front door. "Yes, sir!" I said sadly. I waited until I was out of sight to rub the spot on my face where Natalie had wife slapped me. * * * It was a magical evening. Luke wasn't joking - he really must've missed my personal services, because he not only allowed me to stay in the bedroom with them while they made love that night, he actually granted me permission to participate! While my master took my ex-wife in the missionary position, I was allowed to suck her toes. I must be dreaming, I thought as I submissively played my tongue back and forth across Natalie's pretty painted toes, just a few feet from her sacred vagina. Luke started out like he always does, slow and gentle. He teased Natalie, pulling his long dick all the way out, then just putting the tip at the edge of her pussy lips. Then, he'd rub his cock lightly on her clit, and Natalie would gasp with pleasure. Then Luke suddenly would plunge his dick into her, which caused her to cry out like a wounded banshee. After awhile Luke's pelvis began to move faster, and Natalie's legs bounced wildly up and down with each thrust. It was impossible to keep her toes in my mouth as her foot jerked back and forth to the rhythm of Luke's hard lovemaking, but I tried my best. One time, after a particularly massive thrust, Natalie's foot slipped of my mouth and she kicked me hard, right in the nose. I saw stars for a few seconds, but I never stopped my abject foot worship. Finally, Luke grabbed Natalie's legs and pinned them up back above her head among the pillows. It was impossible for me to continue sucking her toes now without disturbing their copulation, so I just sat back on my knees and watched in silence as they clutched each other like animals, tensing up for their impending orgasms. Luke didn't miss a stroke as he spat at me over his shoulder, "get over here and squeeze my balls, faggot," he said. "I'm gonna cum!" I rushed over to the foot of the bed and reached for my master's scrotum. I gently kneaded his sack between my fingers, careful not to pull on the sensitive skin as he continued to buck furiously. The cadence of the bedsprings was at a manic pace, and the headboard sounded like a hammer as it banged again and again into the wall. Natalie was screaming now: "Ohhhh....Gooooddddd....fffffuck me...ohhhhhhhhhh...fffffuck...fffuck meeeeeeeeee!" Luke let out an anguished moan as he pulled out his dick and began shooting what looked like a quart of cum, all over Natalie's belly. I could feel his balls contracting in my hand, and I clearly heard the sound of his jet of sperm splashing against Natalie's soft skin. Luke collapsed on top of his wife, and I removed my hand from his balls. The lovers remained entwined like that for a few moments, silently winding down what must've been an incredible orgasm for both of them. Finally, Luke rolled over to his side of the bed. He looked at me and smiled wanely. "Brian, you've got a big, sticky mess to clean up, don't ya?" "Oh, thank you, sir, thank you!" I bubbled, thinking he meant I was going be be allowed to lick up his mess. "Don't get too excited, queer," he immediately said, putting a damper on my pathetic hopes. "I meant go get a towel." Natalie giggled. "Awwwww....Luke is sooooooo mean, isn't he, boo-boo?" she cooed at me. "Well, forget Luke, that nasty ol' meanie - you can crawl over here and clean me up if you want to, Brian!" I looked hestitantly at Luke. I was in a quandry: obeying Natalie's order would mean disobeying his. "Uh...is it all right with you, sir?" I asked nervously. "Why are you askin' me asshole - what did Nattie say?" he barked back. "Go ahead, Brian - lick my cum out of her belly button if you want to. I don't give a fuck!" "Thank you, sir," I said, then turned toward the reclining Natalie. "Thank you, Mistress." Natalie smiled. "What's with the 'Mistress' bit?" she asked. "You never called me that before." I looked deep into Natalie's eyes, trying to convey my sincerity. "Well...while I was here alone, I thought a lot about my life, Natalie, and I really want to be a good slave for you and...Luke," I said. "I want to be the best slave in the world for you!" "Well, that's nice, Brian," she said dismissively. "You can start by shutting the fuck up and cleaning my HUSBAND'S cum off my tummy." She emphasised the word 'husband,' for no other reason, I surmised, than to be mean. "Then when you're finished, clean up the room and turn off the light. I'm tired and I want to go to sleep." "And when you're done with that," Luke piped in as I began softly licking up the puddle of semen from my ex-wife's stomach, "bring your faggot ass over here by me," he said. "It's been two weeks, and I need a nice, soft buttlick while I go to sleep." I spent the rest of the night with my nose buried in Luke's ass crack, listening to the soft breathing of my master and mistress. 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