La Crucifems, Part 9

The next two weeks passed in what had become normal for us now. I stopped taking the pain pills five days after the session, and the other ones after another five. I continued to service my wife orally as usual, both for her sexual needs and her bathroom needs. The occasion of my first erection since my time on the cross was especially reassuring to me. During the times when I was taking the cock-control drug, I was always fearful that my ability to achieve erection had been lost, and that my darling Chrissy would leave me for another man who was better able to serve her needs.

As I recall, it was a Wednesday when my abused cock finally began to stir. The first pain that I had felt in it for several days immediately brought it to life, and it stood up and looked around for the nearest hammer and nails. I hoped that it wouldn't have long to wait.

It was now mid-June, and I was on summer vacation from my teaching job. Chrissy was at work and I was alone in the house. I did what housework I could think of, and then decided to look for a movie worth watching on one of the cable channels.

Again, a very small thing provided a turning point in our life. In this case, it was one of the characters in the movie referring to another as a "shit-eating dog". It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck my head, and I knew at that instant what Gloria meant when she called me "half a toilet slave."

My first thought was that my wife hadn't tried to steer me in that direction because she was somehow disgusted at the thought of me eating her shit. Then I remembered that she had mentioned Gloria's term for me at least twice. Surely she wouldn't have said anything about it if she were truly disgusted and repulsed by the idea. I tried to think of some way I could determine her feelings, while still not making her think that I was beneath contempt.

Chrissy arrived home from work at her usual time, and I met her at the door and took her piss as had become our practice. She was in a hurry to eat dinner then, so didn't continue to sit on my face so I could lick her to orgasm.

As I served the dinner I had prepared for us, she told me about her day at work. To an outside observer, we would have seemed just like any other married couple. Very few people actually knew the quite different lifestyle we followed, and we both did our best to keep it that way.

After dinner, I cleaned the table and placed the dishes in the dishwasher. Chrissy had by that time changed into her "lounging about" clothing, and was sitting on the couch watching the evening news. I sat beside her, and we made the usual comments about the sad state of the world, again just as any "normal" married couple.

She and Gloria had continued their routine of torturing a man every Saturday night in the basement, and my wife was always ready to tell me the details of the previous session. After the news finished, she turned off the TV, and started to recount the things they'd done to the last victim. This always turned me on, and I soon had a raging hard on.

Chrissy squeezed it through my jeans, and said, "Looks like you're hard at it again." We laughed at her joke, and then she asked, "How would you like to come down to the basement again sometime?" That was exactly what I wanted most, and wasted no time in telling her so.

She said, "Gloria has been mentioning an idea she's had for a way for you to help us in a session sometime. Would you like to do that?"

"Do you mean help you torture another man?", I asked.

"Oh, not exactly. We're still not sure of all the details yet, but I just wanted to see how you felt about the idea. How about it?"

I told her that she surely knew that whatever she wanted to do to me, or have me do to someone else, I was hers to command. That was nothing but the literal truth. By that time in our lives, I was completely and utterly in her power, and lived with the constant fear that I would do something to disappoint her.

She said, "Okay. I'll tell Gloria that you're ready and willing, no matter what it involves. As soon as we get everything set up, I'll tell you."

I couldn't help but begin to fantasize about what would be done to me, or what I would be forced to do, once I was back in Gloria's basement. I knew that it didn't matter one single bit, and that I would cooperate in every possible.

Chrissy then stood, yawned, and announced, "I'm tired. Let's go to bed." I also stood up and we walked hand-in-hand to the bedroom.

As usual, I undressed both of us. As I slowly removed her clothing, I caressed and kissed her repeatedly. Soon she was becoming aroused, a state that I'd been in for most of the day. She grabbed my erect cock and led me to the bed. As she straddled my head, she said, "First things first, lover. I need to piss. Thirsty?" In answer, I opened my mouth as wide as possible and readied myself to receive her offering.

"I think maybe that poor little dickie of yours needs some attention too, don't you?" I couldn't have agreed more, but with her crotch pressed tightly to my mouth, I couldn't answer. Without waiting for me to say anything, she rotated her position so that she was facing my genitals. She immediately took a ball in each hand and began squeezing. "Are they still sore, sweetheart", she asked.

Although my nuts had returned to their normal size, they were still sensitive, and her squeezes sent flashes of pain shooting through my body. I groaned in pain, and that just seemed to cause her to increase the pressure. I couldn't believe the pleasure I was feeling from the pain she was giving me. I knew that if she ordered me to, I'd shoot my cum like a water fountain. It had been too long since I'd last climaxed, and the need was overpowering.

Sensing my extreme arousal, as she's always been able to, she said, "Don't you dare cum! If you spurt before I tell you to, you'll be in trouble." I exerted all my willpower to control the urges I was feeling, and finally was able to diminish the arousal to a small extent.

Chrissy then began to release her piss into my open mouth, and I swallowed it greedily. It was almost as if I had become addicted to it, in the way some men become addicted to hard drugs. In my case, the addiction was much more pleasurable, and that pleasure was enjoyed by two people.

As I licked her dry, and then began to concentrate on her sensitive folds, she also squeezed and pinched the head of my cock. At one point, she pinched the flesh on both sides of the hole in the tip and spread it as wide as she could. "God, your little dick is ugly. I don't know how you can stand to have it on you. We'll have to take care of that some day."

She then began to moan, and I know she was fantasizing about removing my cock and balls, and it was arousing her even more. She began rocking on my face, and I knew she was getting close to cumming. I decided that now was the time to see how she would react to what I had been thinking of all day.

As she rocked forward, I cupped both hands beneath the round globes of her ass and moved her a short distance toward my lower body. As soon as her anus was positioned over my mouth, I removed my hands and let her body settle on my mouth. I immediately began to lick her hole, and then tried to work my tongue into the opening. She gasped, and I was afraid that she was repulsed by what I was attempting to do.

To my extreme pleasure, instead of pulling away from my prying tongue, she pressed her body more tightly against it. Her moans told me she was enjoying my attentions. After realizing that she was becoming even more turned on by what I was doing, I took the next step, and withdrew my tongue from her asshole.

I quickly tightened my lips around her hole, and then began to suck. She rewarded me by moaning again, and gasping, "Oh, God! Yes! Suck it! Suck my asshole!" She began to rock even more quickly on my face, and ground her clit against my chin in order to stimulate it all the more.

As she became more and more aroused, I could feel her hole tense and then began to relax. I continued my sucking, and then realized that something was in my mouth that hadn't been there a few moments before. I ran my tongue over the substance and pushed it against the roof of my mouth. There was no doubt about the nature of the "gift" that she had just given me.

It came to me that there was absolutely no offensive odor connected with what was now in my mouth. I knew that nothing that came from her body could offend me, but was surprised at the complete lack of any kind of smell. At about the same time, I felt a sensation in my mouth of it being coated with the smoothest substance that had ever been in there. It occurred to me that it was much like my idea of what it would feel like to lick silk fabric.

I swallowed what she had given me, then resumed my sucking, hoping for more. She was rocking even faster now, and moaning even louder. I knew she was close to cumming. Suddenly she cried out, "Now! Eat my shit, toilet! Eat it!" At that moment, I felt her asshole open even wider than before, and suddenly my waiting mouth was filled by her shit. I hastily swallowed her turd, and waited for the next one.

At that moment she climaxed violently, and her asshole closed. I knew that my "snack" was finished, and could only hope for more in a little while.

Chrissy collapsed across my body, still gasping for breath. After a few moments, she rolled off me and turned around in bed, laying her head on the pillow beside me. While she was recovering, I hurried to the bathroom and cleaned my face and mouth.

After returning to the bed, I lay down beside her lovely body, which was still breathing heavily. She opened her eyes part way, then said, "Thank you. That was fantastic. I've wanted you to do that for so long."

"Why didn't you tell me? You have to know that I'll do anything you want. All you had to do was tell me you wanted it."

She whispered to me, "I was afraid that you'd be so disgusted that you'd leave me. I couldn't bear the thought of life without you."

I began to sob and gasp for breath, and said, "How could you ever think such a thing. I love you with all my heart. I live to make you happy. Don't ever again not tell me about something I can do to make you even more happy."

She whispered again, "I promise lover. From now on, my smallest wish is your command." She smiled at her little joke, but I knew in my heart of hearts that it was no joke. It was just a statement of fact.

She came slightly more awake, and looked down at my painfully erect cock as it was bobbing around and dripping pre-cum. "I think there's something else that needs some attention, don't you?" I couldn't have agreed more, and was out of my mind with desire when she grabbed the flesh beneath my cock head and began to pinch and pull it. Sensing that I was almost over the edge, she said, "Cum now lover. Do it now! I order you to cum!"

I'm sure my heart stopped as my body jerked with the force of my climax. The cum that had been stored in my balls for so long now found release, and began to spurt from my cock. I felt the gobbets land on my face, then my neck, and then my chest as the force diminished. I was gasping for breath and trying to remain aware of what was going on.

Chrissy looked at the splattered cum on my body and smiled. "I think someone was pretty horny, don't you? It's been a long time, hasn't it lover?" As I tried to remember the last time I had shot my load, I realized that it had been two weeks before my session at Joanna's house, and that had been almost two weeks ago. Had it actually been almost a month?

Chrissy then told me to clean up the mess I'd just made, so that the sheets wouldn't get stained. I didn't know what she meant until she took my hand and wiped a finger through the cum. She then guided my finger to my mouth, saying, "Like that, sweetie." She watched as I wiped up and swallowed my load, smiling all the while.

When I finally finished the last bit that I could find, she said, "You know something? Now Gloria will have to stop calling you 'half-John'." For the life of me I couldn't figure out what she meant, and asked her to explain it.

"Didn't you know that toilets are sometimes called 'Johns'," she asked. I did know that, but hadn't been able to make the connection up until that time. She then smiled again, and said, "You've done something very special for me tonight, lover. I'll have to think of an appropriate way to reward you." Her eyes then closed, and she was soon asleep.

I knew that the only reward I wanted from her was that she express her love for me by torturing my cock and balls in every way she could.

As I lay there waiting for sleep to take me, I thought back to what she had said about me giving her "something very special". Then I recalled something I had forgotten up until then, and that was the "special gift" that was given to the sisterhood by the man who followed my session at Joanna's house.

What could his special gift had been? As I slipped into dreams, I fantasized that he had given the women a castle, and that they had converted each room to a torture chamber devoted to one special type of torment. Chrissy was taking me from room to room and demonstrating the use of the equipment in each. I fell asleep with my cries of pain echoing in my brain.

When I awakened the next morning, Chrissy was already awake and turned toward me, looking at me with a loving expression on her face. She whispered, "Good morning, lover. How about breakfast in bed?"

I had been in the habit of going to the kitchen and getting our breakfast ready while she bathed and dressed in the morning. My first sleepy reaction was that she wanted me to get the meal prepared, and then bring it to her in the bedroom, and I asked if that's what she meant.

"No, sweetie. I was thinking about your breakfast, not mine." She then placed her hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me until I was lying on my back. She then sat up in bed and placed one leg over my head, as she had done for most mornings since I had first begun drinking her piss. When she lowered her pussy to my mouth, I knew that she expected me to open wide and get ready for my first drink of the day.

She obviously had been saving all her urine for me during the night, as she filled my waiting mouth time and time again. I had learned to relax my throat so that her stream would run directly to my stomach, so that she didn't have to pause while I swallowed. I don't know how many mouthfuls she gave me, but it would have been a lot. When she was finished, she remained on my mouth as I licked her clean.

Instead of then getting out of bed as she always had before, she looked down at me and asked, "Ready for your breakfast now?"

My brain was still too sleep-fogged to understand what she meant. Then her meaning became crystal clear to me, for she lifted slightly and moved forward on my face. Her delicious pussy was now covering my nose, and her anus was over my mouth. I immediately came wide awake, and opened my mouth in anticipation of the gift she would give me.

She again asked if I was ready, and in answer I began stroking her butt in a gentle downward motion. When I did that on her stomach, she knew that I was ready for her piss, and I hoped that she would know what it meant when I did it on her backside.

She obviously did know the meaning of my signal, for I could feel her opening began to expand outward and downward into my mouth. I almost no time at all, my waiting mouth was filled to capacity, and I began to try to swallow the load before I made a mess in the bed. She sensed my problem, and held up her efforts to empty her bowels.

I couldn't make her turds slide down my throat as her piss did, and had to "chew" and swallow several times before my mouth was again ready for her. Again, I rubbed my hands down her butt, and was rewarded with another mouthful. After I had managed to swallow that, she told me to, "Wipe my ass, please." I applied all my energy to licking her clean.

When I was finished, she got off my face and stood up beside the bed. "Gloria will just piss her pants when I tell her what a wonderful shit eater you are. When she was trying to put you down the other day, she said that Don sometimes acts like he almost enjoys eating her shit, and that sometimes she doesn't even have to put him in the closet to get him to do it. When I tell her how you love doing it, and how quickly you took to it, she'll be green with envy."

My chest tightened with self-pride as Chrissy praised me, and I was glad that I had again given her reason to be proud of me.

She then said, "I'm going to get ready for work now. Why don't you use the other bathroom to get yourself cleaned up, then get my breakfast ready. And it had damn well better be something different from what you ate." She laughed and walked to the adjoining bathroom, and I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom down the hallway.

As I was setting her breakfast on the table, Chrissy walked into the breakfast nook, dressed for work. She was wearing a tan pants suit with a frilly white blouse, looking for all the world like a high school girl heading for cheerleading practice. There was simply no way for me to reconcile this picture with the woman who had been riding my face half an hour earlier, and feeding me "breakfast in bed".

I have long marveled how she has been able to completely separate her two lives, and not let one overlap the other. As far as I know, her work acquaintance with Gloria, which developed into their love affair and my discovery of my masochistic side, is the only example of "border crossing" in her life.

Watching her sitting at the table, eating the bran flakes and toast that I'd set out a few minutes ago, I couldn't help but be impressed by her ability to compartmentalize her two so radically different interests in life. I knew that she loved her work, and also that her position in her company was one of importance. I doubt that she ever had thoughts of putting her co-workers on the cross while she was sitting at her desk at the office. In contrast, I was sure that when I returned to teaching with the start of school in three months, I would not be able to look at Marissa without remembering her riding my tongue to orgasm, and then later lowering her crotch to my mouth and filling it with her piss.

Having finished her meal, Chrissy stood up from the table and gave me instructions on various things that she wanted me to do around the house that day. As she opened the door to leave, she said, "Oh, by the way, honey, Gloria and I are going to need you to help us at a session in a couple of weeks from Saturday night, down in her basement. Remind me to tell you about it when I get home this evening." Having given me one more cause for erotic fantasies, she then left the house.

I took care of my chores in a couple of hours, then spent the rest of the day lounging around and watching TV. I took a nap after lunch, and awoke with a start. I knew that I had been dreaming, but couldn't recall the dream. One look at my engorged cock told me the subject matter, though. The damn thing certainly had a mind of its own, and seemed more and more to be the center of my attentions. Maybe I really would be better off without it, I thought, then smiled as I again drifted off to sleep, this time with fresh fodder for another erotic dream.

My last conscious thought was a memory of Chrissy telling me earlier today that Gloria sometimes had to put Bill in the closet to get him to service her. I felt sorry for him in that he didn't know the joy of servicing a woman that he truly loved. There was no way in the world that Chrissy would ever have to resort to locking me in a dark closet to punish me, as if I were a bad little boy who wouldn't obey his mother.

Chrissy returned at her usual time, and I met her at the door to provide the service that we had both come to expect. She didn't have much to give me from her back hole, because, she said, she'd had to use the toilet at work for that purpose. She then said, "Maybe I should put you under my desk, like Marissa wants to do to you. Then I wouldn't have to waste time walking to the bathroom." We both smiled at the memory of my embarrassment when Marissa had jokingly suggested that she'd make me service her when school resumed in the fall.

I had made a casserole from a new recipe, and served it along with a green salad and wine. Chrissy enjoyed the food, and told me so. She was never slow to compliment me when I had pleased her, and I ate it up like a dog receiving praise from its master.

After cleaning her plate, she said, "That was good, lover. You'll make some man a good wife someday." Again we laughed at her joke. As she left for the living room to watch the evening news, I cleared the table and cleaned up in the kitchen. In a few minutes, I joined her on the couch.

We snuggled as we usually did, and asked each other what we had done that day. As the news ended, she turned off the TV and asked, "Weren't you supposed to remind me of something or other?"

I quickly said, "Yes. You were going to tell me about what you wanted me to do at Gloria's two weeks from tomorrow night."

"No. I'm not going to tell you that. You can just guess what'll happen then, and make up more of your fantasies. What I wanted to remember to do is get you ready. Gloria and I have decided that your being shaved just in front isn't enough, so we want you to be hairless in back too."

I said that I didn't have any problems with that, but thought it would be difficult to shave back there. I had been keeping my pubic hair clean shaven, and was getting pretty good at it. However, I couldn't imagine how I could ever shave the hair around my ass.

She said, "Oh, don't worry about it. I'll do it for you when you need it. It's the least I can do. After all, you provide a nice 'service' to me back there, so I guess I can take the time to shave you. Come on. Let's go get it done before I forget."

She then told me to go get the shave cream and razor, then come back to the kitchen. I thought that was an odd place for her to want to shave me, but decided that it didn't really matter. To tell the truth, by then my thoughts were on the equipment in Gloria's basement, and how it could be used on me to produce pain and increase my arousal to a fever pitch.

When I returned to the kitchen, Chrissy told me to get undressed. As soon as I had done so, she indicated that I should get up on an island counter setting in the middle of the room. Since this particular countertop had an unobstructed view of our back yard, and the alley beyond, I was hesitant to get up there. I was fearful that one of the neighbors would choose that particular moment to walk down the alley, and then glance through our window. It would be more than embarrassing to me to be seen naked on our kitchen counter, with my wife shaving the hair on my ass.

She again patted the countertop with her hand, and stared at me. I overcame my hesitation and positioned myself where she had indicated. "Now get your head on the table, and your ass in the air", she ordered. I assumed that position slowly, again feeling as if everyone in our neighborhood were standing in the alley and watching my lewd display.

After making me spread my legs to their widest opening, she began to cut the hair with a pair of scissors. She then spread the shave cream around my asshole and began to use the safety razor.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass by another man?", she asked. I was astonished by her question, and was at a loss for words. When I didn't answer, she slapped my butt as hard as she could, and ordered, "Answer me! I know that you used to suck off your cousin. Did he ever fuck you too?"

I finally regained my composure enough to answer, barely above a whisper, "Yes". She said, "Tell me about it."

I was really embarrassed to tell her about that episode in my life, and would have simply never again thought about it if I could. Now she had ordered me to tell the story, and I had no choice but to obey.

"It was in the summer. He had been making me suck him off for about a year by then, but had never done it for me. Sometimes he would rub me through my clothes and make me come, but he usually just told me to do it myself."

"We had built a tree house in his back yard, in a really old, tall tree. I didn't know why we had to build it so high off the ground, but he always insisted that he didn't want anyone in the house to be able to see us when we were in it. We built the thing so it was about six feet square, and maybe that high. There were a couple of cutouts for windows, and they had things like shutters that could be hinged up and fastened in place. We even put a door on it. I remember it as a fun project, and we spent lots of time on it."

"As soon as it was finished, we both got in the thing and closed the windows and doors to "See what it was like", as he told me. As soon as the door was closed, he told me to take off my pants. I thought that he was finally going to suck me, as I'd been doing for him for so long. As soon as my pants were off, he also took off his, and I could see that he was already hard."

"He told me to get down on my hands and knees, and so I did. I thought he was going to move his head under me, and put my penis in his mouth. Instead of doing that, he got down on his knees behind me and started trying to put his little dick in my butt. I asked him what he was doing, and he told me to shut up."

"After he'd pushed at my hole for a few seconds, I felt something work its way inside me. It felt like I was taking a "backwards" crap. I'd never had anything enter my body there, and it was an uncomfortable feeling. I asked him to stop, and he again told me to shut up. He was soon about halfway in me, and started to make the little noises that told me he was enjoying it."

"I could feel his stomach hitting against my butt a few seconds later, and knew that his dick was all the way in me. That wasn't very far, though. His cock was about four inches long then, and maybe three-fourths of an inch around."

"After he climaxed, he pulled out and sat down on the floor. He looked at my cock, which was really hard from all the stimulation my crotch had received, and he said that it looked like getting screwed in the butt was a real turn on for me. I was really embarrassed, and said that I was going to tell on him. He said that if I did, he'd cut off my dick and feed it to his dog. He'd always been able to best me in a fight, and I was sure he'd do whatever he said, so I never told anyone up until now."

Chrissy then asked me, "Did he ever do it to you again?"

I didn't want to talk about it any more, but couldn't refuse to answer her question. I said, "Yes. He made me go up in that tree house all summer. Every time we were up there, I had to either suck him or let him fuck me. He never did anything for me."

"Did you like it when he screwed you in the ass?"

"No. I hated it."

"Did you always get a hard on?"

"I couldn't help it. Sometimes he'd reach around my body and play with me. I just couldn't keep from getting hard."

Chrissy then continued, "I'm betting that you really did like it, but just don't want to admit it. Do you ever have fantasies now about being fucked by a grown man?"

I tried to deny ever thinking about such a thing, but she finally made me admit that I had thought about things like that every now and then.

By then, she had finished shaving my ass, and she used a damp cloth to remove the last traces of shave cream. "Okay, lover. You're nice and smooth now. From now on you can do it yourself. It should be easier now that I took care of the long stuff.

She then said, "You're hard as a rock right now. I think that telling me about your cousin screwing you in the butt brought back pleasant memories for you."

I again denied that the experience had been pleasant for me, and she finally said, "Okay. We'll see." I had no idea what she meant by that, but soon forgot about it when she told me I could get down and get dressed.

As we lay in bed that night, Chrissy told me that she had my "midnight snack and drink ready". I knew what she meant, and wasted no time assuming the position that would allow me to accept her gifts. After she had finished filling my mouth several times, she told me to not lick her to orgasm this time, since she wanted to save it for tomorrow night when they had a man in Gloria's basement. She told me to go clean up, and that I had better not play with myself until she told me it was okay to do so.

I went to the bathroom to do as she had ordered. When I returned to bed, Chrissy was asleep. I lay there for quite awhile reliving my childhood experiences with my cousin, something I had put out of my mind for a long time. I wondered why she seemed to be so interested in my childish experience with homosexuality, but soon put it down to simple curiosity, and fell asleep.

I was already excited about what was to come in another two weeks, and was hard as a rock when I awakened in the morning. Since it was Saturday, we had not set the alarm, and it was about one hour past the time when we usually got up.

As I rolled over to look at my wife, and enjoy the sight of her sleeping peacefully, her eyes fluttered about halfway open. We greeted each other and then hugged. She came more awake after a few minutes, and said to me, "Jesus, I feel like I could piss five gallons this morning. Thirsty?"

In answer, I whispered, "I was hoping for more, but if that's all there is, it'll have to do." She smiled and began to mount my face.

"Just for that little bit of levity, I'm going to make you eat everything I can squeeze out of my asshole. You're going to be sorry big time for making fun of me." We both knew that it would never be a matter of "making" me eat or drink anything she chose to give to me. I had come to crave the taste of her piss and shit, and simply couldn't get enough of either.

Before she had fully settled on my open mouth, her pussy began to issue forth her golden stream. I opened my throat and let it run directly to my stomach, savoring the wonderful taste as it passed over the taste buds in my tongue and mouth. Drinking the hot liquid that she was giving me was my favorite way to start the day, and I was sorry when she finally did the little flex that meant her bladder was empty.

She usually would pause then, to give me time to lick the last precious drops from her velvet folds, but this time she immediately moved forward. I could feel the wetness on my nose and then on my cheeks as the drops I craved were wasted.

I understood her haste. The second her puckered opening was over my waiting mouth, it opened and began to pass the "breakfast of champions" that brought us so much joy lately. My mouth had filled completely, and then started overflowing, before I could swallow the first turd. Chrissy usually would pause to give me a chance to catch up, but today she seemed to want to test my ability to swallow quickly enough to avoid making a mess on the bed.

I began to swallow in quick gulps, without first taking the time to "chew" her gift as I usually did. It seemed to go on and on, and then finally her sphincter closed and she was finished. I licked her asshole to get every remnant that was there, wishing for more. I wanted to lick her to orgasm to reward her for the gifts she had given me, but she wanted to be as horny as possible for that night's session.

She looked at my raging hard on and smiled, saying, "I wonder how long you'll stay hard after we start on you? Gloria bet me two orgasms that when you see what you're going to get, you'll shrink to the size of a six year old kid." I think that both of us knew better, and Chrissy's calm assurance that I would perform as desired was comforting to me.

As we lay there, I marveled at how much we both enjoyed the toilet service I provided for her. It occurred to me to ask about something she had mentioned concerning Gloria and Don. "What did you mean when you said that Gloria sometimes had to put Don in the closet to get him to service her? Does he really need to be locked in a closet to get him to do things for her?"

Chrissy looked at me and smiled. "I think you're thinking of a different kind of closet, my love."

I was confused, and said so. "What other kind of closet is there than the ones where people hang clothes and store stuff?"

She answered, "Toilets used to be called 'water closets'. Does that give you a hint?"

I said that it did, but I just couldn't imagine a fully-grown man being able to fit in any of the toilets I'd seen. We both laughed at the image of Don being stuffed down the drain of Gloria's toilet, and just his head peeking up from the water.

Chrissy said, "The closet that Gloria has is called an 'Ingolstadt closet', or something like that, I'm not sure of the exact name. It's been used for a long time to train men to toilet service. The old ones were large boxes that had a cutout on the top for a toilet seat. A woman would put her husband in the box and lock him in, then she'd sit on the hole in the top and do her thing."

"Gloria said that some of the old ones had straps inside them to hold the man's head in position directly under the hole. Her's is a newer version, and it looks like an adult-size potty chair. About the only thing different is that the plastic pot underneath the seat was replaced by a large-mouth funnel. I'm sure you can imagine how the thing's used."

I could indeed imagine a man being forced to lie on his back, and then have the potty chair placed over his head with the funnel in his mouth. I found the image strangely erotic, even though I would never need such a training device to service my wife.

I asked how Gloria used the thing with Don, and Chrissy said, "One corner of her basement doesn't have any carpet on the floor. It's just bare concrete. Four metal rings were installed in the floor, forming a square about eight feet on each side. She makes him lie down on the floor, then ties him spreadeagle to the rings. After she puts the chair over his head and gets the funnel in his mouth, she sits down and feeds him."

I was even more aroused by Chrissy's description of this, and she could see it. "Does it make you hot to think about being forced to eat someone's piss and shit?", she asked. Since the evidence of my arousal was right in front of her, I couldn't deny it.

"I'd never need such a thing to get me to service you. I love doing it for you. Surely you know that?"

"Yes, I know you feel that way about doing it for me, but what if I wanted you to do it for one of my friends? If I asked you to service Gloria, would you be so eager?"

I admitted that I couldn't imagine doing such a thing for any other woman, and she replied, "There you go then. You can see why some men need the closet in order to behave."

Chrissy then said that she was hungry, and told me to go get breakfast ready. I never paused any more to think about how I had become the one to do all the "housework" type things around the house. It just seemed the natural thing for me to do everything I could to make her life easier.

As I sat out her breakfast, I thought again about how anxious I was to again be taken to the basement and tortured. My cock was hard when Chrissy walked in to the room, and she said, "My God. Don't you ever get soft any more?"

I thought about it for a moment, and realized that my penis was either semi-erect or fully erect any time when I wasn't taking the pink pills. I hadn't realized this before, and Chrissy could see that I was thinking about it.

"I mentioned to Joanna the other day that you seemed to be erect almost all the time, and she told me about a medical condition called 'priapism'. Apparently men who have it have erections all the time. She said that it could be caused by a change in the blood circulation in the crotch. She also told me that you probably don't have it, but are just the 'victim' of your own active mind. Whatever the cause, I'm glad. It makes me think that you still want me, and that's a good feeling."

As I had done so many times before, I assured her that I'd always want her, and couldn't imagine how any other woman in the whole world could be as desirable. It didn't matter to me if she was hugging me as sleep overtook her, or if she was burning my cock with a cigarette, I still loved and needed her, and always would.

She smiled at the images my words had brought up, and she said, "Sounds like you're having some of those fantasies of your's right now."

I told her that when she was near me, I always had sexual thoughts. I simply couldn't help it. That was what made me hard most of the time.

She smiled again and told me, "We're going to do something in the next session with you that will be kind of different. You won't need the 'anti-stiffie' pills afterwards, so I won't have to hold off on helping you with some of those fantasies here at home." I was aroused again at the mention of the next session in Gloria's basement, but when I again tried to ask Chrissy about it, she just told me to be patient. I was finding that very difficult to do.

Our usual practice on Saturdays was to lounge around the house until it was time for me to get my wife ready to leave for her regular weekly session in Gloria's basement. This Saturday morning started out as no different from most others, and after breakfast we sat on the couch and looked for a good movie on TV. Finally giving up on the offerings there, Chrissy turned off the set and said, "Let's talk instead".

I was always happy to do that, since my lovely wife was also quite intelligent and could carry on an interesting conversation on almost all subjects. This time the subject was quite unexpected to me, and I was momentarily stunned when she asked, "What would you think about quitting your teaching job so that you'd be able to spend more time at home?"

I simply had never considered that option up until now and told her so. Then I said, "Don't we need the money I make to get along?"

"Not really. You made more money for us in the second session in the basement than you'll make if you teach for the rest of you life." Noticing the surprised look on my face, she said, "You didn't know that, did you?"

I had to confess that the thought had never crossed my mind. I knew that Gloria had been selling photographs and videotapes of the session, but had no idea that they had brought in so much money.

"I think we told you once that the photos of the first session were selling for quite a bit of money, and we used some of it to buy new equipment for Don. During the second session, the color cameras showed all the blood, and the sound equipment recorded all your screams. We knew that the perverts would pay lots of money for the new stuff, and we were right."

"Don made sets of twenty photos of the session, and they sold like hotcakes for $200. What shocked me was the fact that the tapes sold the same way, even though we charged $500 each for them. Isn't it just amazing how much a pervert will pay to watch you being tortured?"

I had to agree that it certainly was. There wasn't any doubt that I'd be turned on by such things, given the way I'd reacted to the photos of Don being crucified, but the thought of paying that much would never enter my mind. I asked, "How many did you sell?"

Chrissy grinned at me, then said, "Well, at the last accounting they'd bought over 300 sets of photos and over 1,000 of the tapes."

I did a quick calculation, and my mouth dropped. "You have to be joking. That's over half a million dollars! Do you mean that we have that much money now?"

She smiled again. "Don't get so excited, lover. We don't get all the money. The Website takes 10% off the top, and the credit card company takes another 3%. What's left is split evenly between Gloria and I. Even with all that, so far you and I have over $240,000 in the bank. And it's all thanks to those little hunks of meat between your legs."

"I had no idea that was going on. I knew that the things were being sold, but if someone would have asked me how much we'd made, I'd have guessed at most a couple of thousand dollars. Jesus, over a quarter of a million dollars."

"And it's not over yet, lover. The Webmaster ordered some more of the stuff last week, and he told us that the orders were coming faster all the time. He said it's obvious from the film that you really dig being tortured, and the perverts like that. It helps them believe they'd react the same way, when in reality they wouldn't even show up for a session, let alone stay hard for the nails."

She then added, "Now do you see why I asked if you'd like to quit your 'day job'? You don't need to work anymore, and it would give you more time to do the little things around here that I want you to do, like sucking my pussy and asshole." She smiled at this, and I replied, "I'll do that as much as you want right now, whenever and wherever you want it."

"Yes, I know that. Actually, the thing is that if we don't have to worry about you recovering in time to get back to school, we could have more sessions. Joanna thinks that you could be tortured every month, and still be recovered by the time of the next session."

My mouth went dry at the thought of being tortured once a month. I knew that if my worthless cock and balls didn't need so long to heal, Chrissy could do me every night. That thought caused my dick to grow harder.

"Why don't you think about it, sweetheart? I'd love to be able to hurt you once a month, and not have to worry about your being to teach a class the next day. Maybe we could set up the schedule so I could stretch you out when I'm having my period. You know how horny I get then."

I certainly did know that, and knew that she had been much more sexually aggressive during her period than at any other time of the month. The thought of her punishing me when she was even more aroused than usual was very exciting to me.

She said, "Do you remember the first time I made you eat me when I was on the rag? God, that turned me on, and I'm guessing it did you too. Right?"

I was momentarily embarrassed by her question, but admitted that I did remember that time, and that doing that for her then had turned me on.

She said, "I remember we had been out to some sort of dinner party, and both of us had lots more wine than was good for us. When we got home, I was really horny from my period and also because we hadn't had sex for over a week."

"As soon as we went to bed, I started kissing you and playing with your dick. You were hard as a rock in no time at all, and started to kiss and suck my tits. I let you do that for a couple of minutes, then pushed your head toward my crotch. You licked the top of the slit for a few seconds, then started licking my pussy hole. I was getting hotter by the second, knowing what you were licking up with your tongue."

"I remember that when you found the string of my tampon you pulled away. I was just too God-damned horny by then to let you stop, so I grabbed your head and pushed it back down in my crotch. I think I said something like, 'Lick it, damn you', and then you really went after it. I should have known then that you had a need to be ordered around, but I was young and innocent."

"You were about as turned on as I'd ever seen you, just like I was. As soon as your head reached my pussy, you started licking twice as fast as before. Before I knew it, your mouth was over the hole and you started sucking. I could feel the tampon being pulled out of my cunt, and it just drove me wild. I climaxed really hard then, and you must have thought I was trying to crush your brains out. Remember?"

I replied, "Yes, I do. I was so turned on that I really didn't have much idea what I was doing. When I realized that my head was under the covers and there was a used tampon in my mouth, I couldn't think of anything to do other than eat it. I remember that you took it out of my mouth and told me to take it to the bathroom and get you another one."

"When I got back from the bathroom, you put in the new one, then rolled over to go to sleep. I was so damned horny that I thought I was going to rape you. When I started hugging and rubbing you again, and trying to kiss you, you told me to 'just jack off'. So I did, and it was one of the best ever. I remember lying in the wet spot all night."

Chrissy looked at me fondly, saying, "I remember trying to get you to eat me out whenever I was having my period. It always felt lots better then, and you never seemed to mind. I remember the first time you did it during the daytime, when I could see what you were doing. Remember that one?"

"Yes. I think you were in the kitchen washing dishes at the sink. I was feeling horny, as usual, and came up behind you and started feeling your breasts and trying to get my hand down your pants. I didn't know then that you were having your period."

Chrissy smiled. "I think that I was about as mad at you then as any time before. Here I was feeling awful because it was that time of the month, I was trying to get some housework done, and then you came up to me wanting some loving. God, I was pissed off."

"I think I said something like, 'So you want sex, huh? Well you're going to get some then, lover boy'. I remember turning around and telling you to get down on your knees, and how quickly you did it. I then told you to take off my shorts and panties, and you broke all speed records doing it."

"As soon as my panties were off, I spread my legs as wide as I could and told you to take a good look. I knew that the tampon string would be hanging down, and you'd see it. I knew right away that you had, and when I then told you to lick it, you hesitated. That made me really mad, so I pushed you down on the floor and sat on your face."

I remembered vividly the time that she had done that to me. It had been a special thrill that I'd felt when she mounted me, knowing that I was going to have to eat her during her period. The fact that she was so obviously in charge had me aroused to a fever pitch.

I said, "I think you ordered me to pull the tampon out of your pussy with my mouth. I remember taking the string between my teeth and holding it there. You raised up and the tampon pulled out. You reached down for it, and I thought you'd probably put it in the sink. Instead you told me to open my mouth. I was in a daze by then, and did so automatically. You pushed the thing in my mouth and told me to eat it. I don't even remember doing so, but I must have because it wasn't there anymore."

"When you lowered your pussy to my mouth again, I remember licking and sucking more than ever before. It seemed as if I just couldn't get enough of your juices. I don't know if you came or not, because I was too out of it to think."

She said, "Yes, I climaxed as soon as you started licking, and then as I thought more and more about what it was that you were sucking out of me, I did it again. They were both good, too. You've given me lots of good cums over the years, but of course none will ever compare with the one I had the first time I nailed you."

I thought back to that time, when I was stretched out on the crucifixion table. She had driven the first nail through the head of my cock, then another two through my balls. Gloria had walked up behind Chrissy and pulled a nipple with one hand and frigged her pussy with the other. When Chrissy climaxed, she said that it had been the best ever. I still think back to that time with pride, knowing that my pain and suffering had given my wife the best orgasm of her life.

I was now incredibly turned on and there was a wet spot on the front of my lounging pants where my dick was leaking pre-cum. Chrissy looked at it and asked me if I wanted one more cum before she put the sheath on me in preparation for the session to come. I quickly begged her to allow me to cum, and then pleaded with her to not put the cock sheath on me again, telling her that I could control my climaxes now, and I wouldn't cum until she gave me permission.

"No, lover. You're not getting off that easily. You either wear it, or you don't get to go to the basement. Which will it be?"

Since that was as good as no choice at all, I begged her to please put it on me. She smiled, knowing far in advance what my answer would be when given a selection like that, and said, "Now, do you want to cum first or not?" Again she knew my answer before even asking the question.

She stood up and reached for my hand, pulling me to my feet alongside her. "I want to leave for Gloria's house in about three hours", she told me, and you can help get me ready in the meantime. If you do a really good job, maybe I'll let you have that cum you want so badly."

I told her I'd do anything she asked, as always. She took my hand and we walked to the bathroom. As soon as I saw where we were heading, I became eager to serve her as her toilet slave, and assumed that was what she had in mind. However, as we entered the room, she told me to draw a nice warm bath for her and put some bath salts in it.

When I had done that, she directed me to undress her, and I could skip the "foreplay crap" this time. I tried to control myself while removing her clothing, and was able to restrain my hands which wanted so much to caress and fondle this body that I loved and desired so much.

As she settled into the tub of warm, bubbly water, she told me to wash her, but not get aroused while doing it. I didn't believe it was possible for me to even look at her, let alone touch her, without reaching a fever pitch of arousal, and indeed my body betrayed me.

By the time she stepped out of the water for me to use the towel to dry her, my pants were tented and stained with a wet spot from my pre-cum. She looked at my misbehaving penis and said, "I wish you could learn to control your little wee-wee. You have been very naughty, and mommy is going to punish you quite severely for it."

Those words merely served to drive me wild with desire, as she had known they would. Seeing the effect she had on me, she said, "Not just yet, sweetie. First you have to shave my cunt to get it ready for Gloria. She doesn't like licking stubble, you know."

I thought of how absurd my actions would look to virtually every other man in the world. Here I was bathing my wife to get her ready for her lesbian lover, and very soon I would be shaving her beautiful pussy because her lover wanted it nice and smooth. If I hadn't been so aroused, I would have laughed.

Chrissy sat on the countertop, with her back against the wall and her legs spread, in the same position I had once assumed. I lovingly spread the shave cream over her crotch, then very carefully removed every trace of unwanted pubic hair. I touched up the border of the heart- shaped hair, and then held a mirror for her approval.

After she had inspected my handiwork, she said, "Well, I guess it'll have to do, since I'm in a hurry. You were very sloppy, and not only that, you spent too much time fondling my pussy. Now I'm turned on, and I told you to not do that. You need to be punished, don't you?"

I agreed that I deserved anything she wanted to do to me, and she told me to get rid of my clothes. Since I was wearing only the lounging pants with no underwear, and a tee-shirt, I was quickly naked. As soon as she saw my erection, she said, "Did I tell you to get a hard on?

When I mumbled, "No", she told me again that I was just a naughty little boy, and would be severely punished.

"Now get on the bed", she ordered in her sternest voice. I wasted no time doing so, and was surprised when she walked from the room, saying, "I'm going to get something. That damned thing had better be soft when I get back, or you'll be sorry."

Her warning was the one thing guaranteed to arouse me even further, and there was no way in Hell that my erection would go down, short of cutting it off and shaking the blood out of it. I lay on the bed trying to think of something that would distract me from my upcoming punishment, and maybe cause my traitorous dick to shrink.

Chrissy was gone several minutes, and when she returned she immediately looked at my engorged cock. "You're going to learn a lesson today, young man. When I order you to get rid of your erection, that's exactly what I mean for you to do."

She was holding her hands behind her back as she entered the room, and I was wild with curiosity as to what she had brought to use for my punishment. She ordered me to roll over onto my stomach and close my eyes, and after I had done so, I could hear her approach the bed. My anticipation was at a fever pitch.

I heard her open the drawer of the nightstand, and then a few moments later close it. She then ordered me to lift my head but keep my eyes closed. I could feel her place some sort of cloth around my head, covering my eyes. As she knotted the cloth behind my head, I realized that I was now blindfolded. This was something new. She had always said before that she wanted me to see what was being done to me, because it would make both of us hotter.

As soon as the blindfold had been applied, she ordered me to put both hands behind my back, and then I could feel her tying my wrists together with a rope. "All right scumbag, now roll over on your stomach. The excitement of being treated in this new manner had my cock bouncing up and down as I lay there, unable to either see or move my arms.

"Open your shit-eating mouth," she ordered, and I did so as fast as I could. I could feel her anus settle in place, and I waited for the gift she would give me. Instead of shitting in my mouth as I expected, she then ordered me to lick and tongue her asshole while she punished my "ugly little thingy".

I was in Heaven when I felt her take the shaft of my cock in one hand, and began slapping the head with the other. Every stroke of her loving hand drove me to a higher level of arousal, and I wished that she would use a whip or other instrument of torture on me.

Almost before that thought had been completed, I felt a stinging, burning sensation in my dick head. She seemed to be pressing harder against my tongue, which was by now buried deep inside her. Again the sensation came, and then several more times in quick sensation. She whispered a single word to me then: "Open".

I quickly opened my mouth to its widest dimension, and was immediately rewarded with a warm turd falling into it. I smashed it against the inside of my mouth to savor the sensation of smoothness that I love so well, then swallowed it. Another mouthful followed, then another after that. After I had licked her clean, she raised up, removed the blindfold, and pointed to my cock.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw my dick standing stiffly erect, and jerking back and forth like a clock pendulum. She had pushed six of her sewing needles completely through my cock head, stopping only when they were centered in the flesh. I gasped with the sudden rush of desire the sight produced in me and began humping the air.

Chrissy yelled at me, "Cum now, toilet! Shoot your cum now! Do it!"

My cock needed no further encouragement, and it began to spray my jism into the air. I don't know that I had ever before been able to climax without even being touched, but it did not delay my response then. The spasms went on and on forever, or so it seemed. Finally then came to an end, and I was sure that I had passed out with the intensity of the release.

Chrissy smiled. "That's what is known as cum control, my dearest. I want you to be able to cum when I tell you to, and also to not cum when I tell you not to. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

I could only gasp that it was wonderful, and to thank her over and over.

She said that she hadn't done it for just me, but also to "check up" on something the Joanna had told her. When I asked her what she meant, she reminded me of the times that the doctor had cautioned us to use the pink pills until my wounds were completely healed, or else my blood would spray all over when I got a hard on.

She then told me to set up so she could remove the rope that was holding my wrists together. After she had done that, she took my hand and led me to the bathroom. Once we were in the room, she told me to get in the now-empty tub and lie down.

My cock was slightly deflated from its former distended state, but still more that semi-erect. Chrissy took the shaft in her left hand and grasped one of the needles with her right. She looked at me and asked, "Ready, Mr. Fireman?" I wasn't sure what she meant by calling me that, but soon found out.

As soon as she pulled the needle from my flesh, a thin stream of blood sprayed out of both the entrance and exit points. She quickly removed the other five needles, and then watched in fascination as blood sprayed against the sides of the tub, and even into the air more than a foot above my body.

As the flow came to an end, and my cock lay limp against my stomach, she said, "Jesus Christ. That was really something, wasn't it?"

To be continued . . .