La Crucifems, Part 8

La Crucifems, Part 8

I was never totally unconscious after we left the room where I had so recently been tortured, even though I had fallen to the floor. My legs and body had simply reached the limit of their endurance, and refused to support me any longer.

At that moment, Bill appeared, pushing what at first glance looked to be a wheelchair. However, this contraption did not have a seat, but instead had a large board about two feet wide and six feet long fastened to the chair at an angle. At the bottom of the board another board had been installed at a right angle to the first, much in the manner of a shelf on a wall.

Bill and the two women lifted me from my sprawled position on the floor and finally were able to place me on the inclined board, with my feet against the "shelf" at the bottom. I realized then that my condition wasn't at all unusual for the victims who had recently been in the nearby room. Since it would be impossible for a man to sit with the crucifixion board attached to his body, an ordinary wheelchair would be of no use, whereas this improvised carrier worked very well.

As Bill pushed me down the hallway and toward the preparation room, I began to picture how the small procession would appear to an outside observer. Here I was, lying on a board and being wheeled along, wearing a board to which my cock and balls were still nailed. My vehicle was being pushed by the husband of a woman who had very recently witnessed my torture, and indeed even helped with it. My wife and her lesbian lover were walking along behind, looking for all the world as if they were taking a walk in the park. The only difference was that my wife was wearing a black leather corset that had cutouts revealing her breasts and vagina. I began to chuckle, then to laugh hysterically as I tried to guess what the observer's thoughts would be.

Chrissy hurried up beside me with a look of concern on her face. "Are you okay", she asked. I was as unable to speak at that moment as I had been when she had driven her fist into my balls about an hour before. I continued to laugh, and she decided that I was all right, and joined in my merriment. "You deserve a good laugh, lover. You were wonderful in there, and I'll make it up to you as soon as I can."

We had reached the door to the preparation room by that time, and Chrissy opened it so that Bill could wheel me through. He brought me as close as possible to the examining table, then he and the women lifted me onto it.

Seeing that I was ready for Joanna's examination, Bill pushed the chair to the door and left. At that moment, Joanna entered and Chrissy walked to meet her. To my utter surprise, they embraced and began to kiss each other passionately. It had never occurred to me that Chrissy was sexually involved with any woman other than Gloria. I looked at Gloria to see her reaction, and she sneered at me, saying, "What's the matter, little man? Does it surprise you that your wife can handle more than two women at once? Chrissy has sexual needs that a pitiful thing like you could never understand, let alone satisfy."

I had no choice but to believe Gloria, as I could see the evidence right before my eyes. Far from being jealous, I was happy that my wife was able to express her sexual side in such an open manner, and knew that it in no way diminished the love she had for me.

The two lovers broke their embrace, and Joanna said, "My dear sweet puss, you were simply magnificent. That performance will earn you an invitation to the New Year's Eve party, or I'm not the President of this club. All the sisters were talking about how turned on they were during the session, and how they couldn't wait to get you two back in there." Chrissy turned to me and simply glowed with delight. I wanted to kiss and hug her more then than I ever had before.

After walking to the side of the examining table, Joanna said, "Well, I guess I'd better get him ready for the next part. The other sisters are anxious to use him."

I couldn't contain my fear that I was to be tortured even more. Surely any further pain would drive me out of my mind. Chrissy reassured me by saying, "Don't worry, sweetie. You won't find the next part at all painful." I was immediately relieved, and placed my faith in the reassurance that my wife had given me.

The doctor then took over, saying that Chrissy and Gloria should stay back and let her work. As they stepped away from the table, Joanna told them that before she could remove the nails, she needed to get rid of that " 'stiffie' the little fellow has down there." She then took a hypodermic syringe from a drawer under the table, and proceeded to fill it from a small bottle, saying, "This will make him completely numb, and should help him enjoy the party in the other room.

She untied the cord holding the crucifixion board in place, then asked Gloria to lift the board so that the anaesthetic could be injected into the skin connecting my genitals to my body. Gloria grasped the board and pulled it sharply upward, much more roughly than necessary. I was sure that she was developing a hatred for me that went beyond jealousy.

Joanna placed the needle underneath the board and guided the point into my stretched flesh. I did not feel the new violation at all, probably due to the numbness from the skin being imprisoned for such a long time. Soon all feeling disappeared from my throbbing cock and balls, and I began to think more clearly.

The doctor then took another syringe from the drawer, but this one was the largest I'd ever seen. I couldn't imagine that she would need to inject that much drug into me. She said casually to the other two that, "If I pulled out those nails now, he'd spray blood to the ceiling."

She then plunged the needle of the syringe into one side of my erection, and began to slowly draw back the plunger. Immediately the barrel of the syringe began to fill with my blood. She filled almost half the thing, then withdrew the needle. That side of my cock was now deflated, while the other side remained at full staff. It was pitiful looking, and I would have felt amusement if the cock weren't my own.

Joanna plunged the needle into the still-stiff side of my cock, and withdrew its blood in the same manner. My dick was now more pitiful-looking than ever. Since the nail in the head was still in place, my penis was still the same length as before, but was now less than 1/3 its former diameter. Gloria laughed and said that I really was a "pencil dick" now.

Joanna removed a large pair of pliers from the drawer and grasped the nail head with them. After instructing Chrissy and Gloria to hold the crucifixion board, she began to move the nail back and forth, finally loosening it from the board. She then swabbed the pointed end of the nail with alcohol to disinfect it, and withdrew it from the head of my cock. There was very little bleeding of the wound, and she staunched that small amount by immediately squeezing a blob of "sealer" on both the entrance and exit holes.

I heard her say to Chrissy, "I'm glad you remembered to put the cock nail to the side, rather than in the center. I always tell the sisters to never place the nail where it'll penetrate the urethra, unless they plan to cut the thing off anyway. If you ever nail him there, the first time he pisses the wound will get infected and that's an unpleasant thing to treat."

She repeated the removal process on the two nails that had been driven into my balls, and then sealed those wounds also. Her next step was to unfasten the latch holding the two halves of the board in place, and then to open the hinged joint and remove the board from my body.

I stared in disbelief at my mutilated genitals. They were laying on my abdomen now, still at least 1 1/2" away from their normal location. My cock was deflated to the smallest size I'd seen in several years, while my nuts were swollen to the size of tennis balls. I was in despair that my equipment would ever recover to the point that my beautiful wife would ever again want to torture it.

Joanna must have seen the expression on my face and taken pity on me. "Don't be so down in the dumps. You'll be back up and wanting more in a few days. What was done to you here today was less harmful than your second session in Gloria's basement, although it may not seem like it to you now." Her words did reassure me, but not as much as the movement I saw of my genitals back toward my abdomen. The stretched skin was trying to shrink to its former location, and a few minutes later everything was almost back to its normal spot on my body.

The women then helped me to sit up on the table, and I was given a large glass of water to drink. I was starting to feel better, mainly due to the fact that the pain killer injection in my crotch kept me from feeling any of the agonizing pain that had to be there.

I asked if I could put on my clothes, and was met with smiles all around. Joanna said, "No, little man. Part of the enjoyment of our after-session party is to see the victim's wounds and recall just how they were put there. You'll see what I mean shortly. Now let's go back to the other room."

As we walked back to the scene of my recent punishment, I began to once again feel fearful that I would again be tortured, or even worse. The only thing that kept me from turning and running was Chrissy's assurance that I wouldn't find the upcoming part at all painful. I had to trust her, and trust that her love for me would mean she was telling the truth.

When we entered the torture room this time, all the lights were burning brightly. The nine women in the room were all naked, and in various sexual positions with one another. I saw that Marissa was riding the face of one, while suckling the breasts of another. The other women were all engaged in similar activities.

As soon as the women noticed our entrance into the room, they stood and applauded. I could see Chrissy blushing and smiling broadly, and knew she was very pleased by the recognition of her sisters. She turned to me and again mouthed, "I love you." Again, my heart melted with my love for this woman, and I thought of how perfectly matched we were for each other.

My wife took my hand and led me to a narrow bench that was upholstered in black leather. One end of the bench had been constructed in the shape of a head and neck. There were four legs on the bench, and a single handcuff was chained to the bottom of each. I began to understand the function the bench would serve.

Chrissy instructed me to lie down on the bench and place my head over the part that resembled its shape. When I had done so, she used the cuffs to secure my wrists and ankles to the legs. From the rapidity of her breathing and the distended condition of her beautiful nipples, I knew she was aroused, and this in turn led to that familiar "thrill" in my chest and abdomen. I was unable to achieve an erection due to the injection, but knew that lacking the drugs, my cock would have been standing at attention, even with the pain.

Chrissy then said to the women standing around the bench, "Sisters, thank you for what you've done for us today. To show our appreciation, my husband had asked that he be allowed to serve you in finding satisfaction. His only request is that I be the first to enjoy his tongue." There were murmurs of agreement from the other ten women, and she wasted no time straddling the bench and lowering her dripping pussy to my waiting mouth.

Because of the stimulation she had received from torturing me, and the anticipation of what was to come next, she was extremely aroused. Her clitoris was very large and hard as a rock. I had barely had a chance to pay homage to it when she cried out and gripped my head between her thighs. She cried out with the release of tension from her body, and leaned forward gasping for breath. Finally her breathing evened, and she stood up.

"Gloria, as my assistant this evening, you deserve next use of my toy. Enjoy."

Gloria then straddled my face and lowered her cunt to my tongue. Instead of carrying part of her weight on her legs as Chrissy had done, she lifted her feet completely off the floor and ground her crotch into my mouth. I tried to lick her pussy in order to satisfy her quickly, but she wouldn't allow me to make her cum.

She looked down at me and smirked, saying, "Let's see how you like it this way, lover boy." She then lowered her feet to the floor and moved slightly forward on my face. Her pussy was now covering my nose while her asshole was over my mouth. She again lifted her feet from the floor. Her weight pressed her body tightly against my face, completely blocking my ability to breathe. I tried to turn my head to find even a small opening to the air that I now needed desperately, but she placed her hands on both sides of it and held it in place. I was sure that her hatred for her was driving her to suffocate me, and I was unable to call out for help.

As I was slipping into blackness, the excitement she was feeling due to my frantic actions made her climax, and her sudden reflex movement allowed me to gulp in air. She rocked back and forth on my face for a few seconds longer, then stood up. "Next time will be even better", she whispered to me.

The other women then took turns examining my wounds and commenting on them, and then riding my tongue to orgasm. By the time the last one had been serviced, my tongue was aching and sore, and my face was covered with pussy juice. Marissa was the last to ride me, and when she finally raised up, said, "As soon as you get back to school, I'm going to put you under my desk so you can eat me whenever I want." The other women laughed at my blushing embarrassment. I wasn't sure if she had meant it as a joke, or if I really would be expected to service her in her office during the next school year.

Chrissy then released me from the cuffs and helped me to stand. She then led me to another small bench, but this time instead of a head-shaped end, it had what looked like the bottom of a shower cabinet mounted to it. There was a drain in the device, looking for all the world just as any normal shower stall.

Chrissy told me to lie down on the bench, and put my head inside the basin. When I had done so, she again secured my wrists and ankles to the legs. As she stood over me, she said, "I hope you're really thirsty. We've been waiting quite awhile for this." I then understood the purpose of the basin and drain, and knew what service I would be performing next.

My wife again straddled my head, but this time instead of lowering her pussy to my mouth, she remained standing. She ordered me to open wide, and keep it that way. She told me that Joanna had a special ring that could be placed inside my mouth to hold it open in case I couldn't do it by myself, and if I so much as closed my "toilet hole" for a second, they'd put in in me.

She then concentrated for a few seconds, and then released her stream of urine towards my mouth. Since she was so far above my waiting mouth, and women are not as good at aiming as we men, much of her flow missed my mouth and splashed instead on the sides of my face, and in my nose and eyes. I quickly shut my eyes to try to ease the stinging, but that only seemed to make it worse. As her stream ended, I swallowed the half mouthful that had found its intended target. She then lowered her cunt to my mouth to be licked clean. After I had done so, she stepped away from me.

As I was afraid of, Gloria was next in line. She stood over my waiting mouth and whispered, "I wish I could drown you in my piss. Maybe someday." She then inserted two fingers in the front of her cunt and stretched it forward. I didn't know why she was doing this until her stream of piss started flowing. By moving her fingers, she could partially direct where her piss struck me. She moved the flow back and forth between my nose and my eyes, alternately trying to drown or blind me. I had never before tasted the urine of another woman, and was surprised at the difference in the taste and smell. My darling Chrissy's urine was simply delicious, and smelled of little else than her wonderful pussy. What I was receiving now was much darker in color, and smelled more as I thought a feedlot would. The taste was bitter, and the burning in my throat when I swallowed it was much greater that ever before.

Finally Gloria had finished with humiliating me, and she stepped away. She was followed by Joanna, and then by the rest of the women. By this time my eyes were almost unable to see anything, due to the burning and itching in them. Since I couldn't rub them with my hands, I was helpless to gain any relief. I could feel the urine in my ears, and out of nowhere came the memory of the same thing happening when I went swimming as a child. Although the effect was the same, the source of the liquid was certainly much different. Only by constantly breathing in through my mouth, and out through my nose was I able to keep from drowning.

Again, Marissa was the last in line. She too straddled my head, but instead of standing there, she lowered her pussy to my open mouth. "Drink up, teacher", she said. "If I like the way you do it, maybe I'll use you for my toilet at school next year." Again I could hear laughter from the other women gathered around us.

It was obvious that Marissa had been saving her piss for a long time, waiting for this moment. She began pissing in my mouth without hesitation, and I couldn't believe how quickly it filled to overflowing. I swallowed as quickly as I could, but it seemed as soon as I had emptied my mouth, she filled it again. I feel sure that she gave me at least six mouthfuls, and I was able to gulp down all of it. When she finally stood up, I was very glad that she was the last. My stomach was aching with the unaccustomed amount of water in it. I was hoping that I wouldn't embarrass Chrissy by vomiting in front of her friends and lovers.

My wife then released me from the bench, saying, "You did it lover. I'm so proud of you that I could just burst." She then handed me a towel that was laying on the floor beside the bench, and I used it to wipe my eyes and face. My hair was completely soaked, and I'm sure that I looked like a dog that had been left out in the rain.

Chrissy told me that the women were through with me now, and I could go get cleaned up and go home. She led me from the room to another sustained round of applause, and we returned to the preparation room.

While walking along the hallway, she held my hand and told me how proud she was of me. She said, "Did you notice how the women were trying to piss on your head, rather than in your mouth? That means that they like you. Joanna said that when they get a man here who has to be drugged to get him on the cross, they all sit on his mouth and piss directly into it. She said that some of the men have had beer bellies when they're finally untied from the bench."

As we walked, I could hear the load of piss in my stomach gurgling and sloshing. My stomach was distended from the volume of liquid in it, and Chrissy said that it looked like I'd "put on a little weight lately". She promised to help me get rid of it through vigorous training as soon as I had completely recovered from this session.

We entered the preparation room for the third time that evening. Chrissy said to me, "You can use the bathroom to get yourself cleaned up, and then get dressed. Do you think you're able to drive home by yourself?"

I was surprised by this question, since I had assumed that the meeting of the sisterhood of La Crucifems was over with. She then told me, "Joanna said that there's going to be an extra session tonight. Apparently another man is going to give the sisters a special gift. She won't tell me what it is, so you don't need to start asking. Surely the club doesn't need any more money. I'm sure that Gloria and I make the least amount of anyone here, and you know firsthand that we're not lacking anything. I guess that if he wants to give us something, then it won't hurt to take it."

I assured my wife that I could handle driving home by myself, and she put the car keys in the pocket of my trousers hanging on the wall pegs. She then took two familiar bottles of pills out of the examining table drawer and also put them in a pocket. "As soon as you get home, take these pills. You'll probably need the pain pills for a couple of days, and the "dick shrinkers" for about a week, like before. Don't you dare forget. I don't want blood spraying all over the house every time you get a hard on." We both laughed at her joke.

As I headed for the bathroom, and she left for the extended meeting, she pointed to a button on the wall by the door. "Just push that when you're ready to go. Bill will come and take you back to the front door. I'll bet you were too horny when we came to even remember how to get there by yourself." She was right about that. The whole day that came before my torture session was foggy, being blurred by the extreme arousal and anticipation I was feeling at the time. We said good-bye to each other and she left.

I took a quick bath to wash the women's urine off my head and neck, then dressed and pushed the button to call Bill. He came immediately and said he'd show me the way to the door. As we walked up the hallway, I asked him what sort of "special gift" the sisters would be getting tonight. I could see that he was nervous about answering me, and wouldn't say anything beyond, "Whatever happens during the meetings here is for one of the sisters to tell you. I simply can't do it" I let it go at that, and as he opened the front door for me I thanked him for his help that night and left.

Upon arriving at our home, I went directly to the bathroom to piss. Not only was my bladder full of my own urine, but the women's piss that I had swallowed was also giving me an urgent need to relieve myself. As I stood in front of the toilet getting rid of the excess liquid, I could see the fresh wounds on my cock and balls. Just thinking about tonight's session caused me to once again feel horny, and I knew that I'd better take one of the pink pills right away, so I did that as well as swallowing a pain pill. As I settled into bed, my brain kept looping on the wonderful feeling of lust I experienced when I was tortured, and how much I was hoping that we'd be invited back for the year-end meeting.

I awoke about mid-morning the next day (actually the same day as I had arrived home, since it had been well after midnight when I left Joanna's house) and saw that Chrissy was not in bed with me. I assumed that she was in the guest bedroom as before, doing so to allow me a better rest.

Both my cock and balls were throbbing with pain, as the drug had worn off by now. I went into the bathroom and took another yellow pill and also one of the pink ones. After taking care of my usual morning routine, I walked to the guest bedroom to check on my wife. I quietly opened the door in case she was still asleep, and was surprised to see the bed undisturbed and the room empty. Maybe she was in some other part of the house. A quick check, both indoors and outdoors, told me that I was alone.

I decided to wait until noon before calling Joanna's house to ask if Chrissy were still there. About ten minutes before that time, Gloria's car pulled up outside and my wife got out and came into the house. When she saw me, she immediately came to me. We hugged and kissed, and I could both smell and taste pussy juice on her mouth. That wasn't unusual, given her relationship with Gloria and the other women in La Crucifems.

I asked her how the extra meeting had been, and she hesitated for a long time before saying, "It was really exciting. I don't think I've ever been as turned on I was then. After we took the gift, we had a real sex orgy. I've never in my life eaten so much pussy, or had my own eaten so many times. My tongue and cunt will be sore for a week." We both laughed at this, and then she looked at me with a questioning glance.

"Does it make you jealous that I love to have sex with other women?"

I tried to assure her in every way I could that I was not in the least jealous, since I was sure that her love for me was only increased by her other experiences, and not diminished in the least. She agreed with that, saying, "What I do with them is entirely different than what you and I do. You're good at oral sex, for a man, but nothing can compare to the way that another woman can lick me and make me cum."

"Only a woman could instinctively know just where to lick, how hard to do it, and how long to do it. That doesn't mean that I don't enjoy having you do it. It just means that it's different, and I need it."

I again assured her that I wanted her to utilize every sexual outlet she could, since just knowing that she was hot made me hot. She must have accepted this as the truth, for she again kissed me deeply and told me how much she loved me and how proud she was of me.

I was trying to think of a way to ask about the "special gift" the man had given to the sisters last night, when she said, "You know, I've often thought that a man would be better at giving a blow job than a woman could ever be. Don't you think so?"

I was surprised by this turn of direction, and took a moment to respond. "I wouldn't know about that. I've never did that to another man, or had one do it to me."

She said, "I read once that almost every man in the world has had a homosexual experience at least once in his life. Are you trying to tell me that you're the exception? Surely you did something like that, even if it was when you were a boy."

I blushed as I recalled a time when I was much younger, but was too embarrassed to tell her about it. I should have known that she would be able to read my mind, and she proved it by saying, "All right. You're hiding something. Tell me how many cocks you've sucked." She smiled at this, and I knew that she'd guessed my secret.

"When I was a little boy, my cousin and I were practically brothers. We stayed overnight at each other's houses all the time. One time when I was probably about thirteen years old, and he was twelve or so, his parents brought him to stay overnight with me while both our folks went to a movie."

"We did the normal stuff that boys do, like playing games and horsing around. When we finally crawled into my bed, my parents still weren't home. Instead of going to sleep as we usually did, we talked for awhile. At some point, he reached for my crotch and started to fondle my little dick. That had never happened before, and I was too surprised and embarrassed to ask him why he was doing it. After he'd done it for a few seconds, it felt so good that I didn't want him to stop. I'd been playing with myself for a couple of years by then, so having a hard on wasn't a strange thing. Having it hard under someone else's hands certainly was. All I could do was just lie there.

After he'd played with me for a few minutes, he took one of my hands and put it on his penis. I didn't have any idea what I was supposed to do, so just started doing the same thing to him that he was to me. His dick was smaller than mine by quite a bit, but seemed to be just as hard.

"We fondled each other's cocks for several minutes, and then he pulled down my underwear. Not knowing what else to do, I pulled down his. He told me to turn around in bed and put my head under the covers. I did it, and then he guided his penis to my mouth and told me to suck it. By that time I was pretty turned on, so I took him in my mouth and sucked and tongued his little dick. When he groaned and started to cum, I was startled and tried to move my head away. He must have been waiting for me to do that, because he grabbed my head and held me there. I didn't know what to do with the little gob of jism that he made, so I swallowed it."

"I thought that he'd suck me then, but all he did was rub my cock until I climaxed too. After I was finished, he put on his underwear and I did too. He fell asleep right away, but it took me awhile to come down from my aroused state. I lay there for quite awhile thinking about what we'd just done, and wondering if we'd ever do it again. I didn't need to worry about that, because we kept at it for almost two years, until he had to move because his dad found a new job."

Chrissy smiled at me and said, "That's a beautiful story. You've been making other people feel good for a long time, haven't you? Did he ever let you come in his mouth?"

"No. He was always in charge, it seems like. Whenever he thought we were alone, he'd drop his pants and tell me to suck him off. I always did. He never offered to suck me after that first time, and I didn't know how to get him to do it."

Again my wife smiled, saying, "Apparently for your whole life you've let other people tell what to do when it comes to sex. I'm glad that we hooked up, because I've always needed to be in charge, and you're the perfect match for me." I nodded my head in agreement. I simply couldn't imagine any other woman who could be so perfect for me.

Chrissy then said, "When Gloria and I first met, neither of us had any idea that we were both interested in crucifixion. One time when we had gone out for lunch together, we drove by a church. There was a crucifix mounted on the wall of the building, and we both said at once that we wondered how it would feel to a man to be crucified. One thing led to another, and soon we were talking about other ways to crucify a man. When she casually mentioned that she'd read something once about sexual crucifixion, I almost ran the car off the road."

"She told me later that she could see how I was getting turned on by talking about crucifixion, and knew right then that she'd found a soul mate. She kept leading the conversation back to what she had read, telling me about how the man's cock would be played with until it was as hard as possible, and then how it would be nailed to a wooden post. I almost came in my pants when she talked about that part."

"One thing led to another, and one day when I was at her house to have her look at some business papers, she asked if I'd like to see the book she had on sexual crucifixion. I was so excited that it was all I could do to say that I'd like that. We were sitting on her couch at the time, and she opened a drawer in the coffee table setting in front of us. The book she pulled out was called something like 'Crucifixion Through the Ages', and she opened it to a page that had a drawing of a man's cock and balls nailed to a post. He was just hanging there, with his things stretched about two feet. I knew that it was just a drawing, and not reality, but I caught my breath and moaned."

"Gloria asked me it that turned me on, and I said that it did. She then leaned over to me and kissed me on the mouth. Nothing like that had ever happened before. I'd been kissed by relatives and friends lots of times, and by boyfriends, and of course by you, but never by another woman when I was turned on. I lost all control then, and put my arms around her and started kissing her right back."

"She then unbuttoned my blouse and started rubbing my breasts. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to me then, and I just sat there and enjoyed it. When she unfastened my pants, I lifted up so she could remove them. She said, 'Let's go to the bedroom so I can do this right.' I don't even remember walking to her bed, but the next think I knew she had my panties off and her head was between my legs. I climaxed immediately, and then she kept at it until I came again."

"I lay there trying to recover, and she turned around in the bed and kissed me. It was the first time in my life that I'd tasted pussy juice, even my own. When we broke the kiss, she said, 'Now it's your turn, lover'. I had no idea what to do, so she told me that I had a tongue and she had a pussy, and all I had to do was introduce them to one another."

"I moved down and put my head between her spread legs, and took a few licks at her slit, but I simply didn't know if I were doing it right or not. Apparently I wasn't, because she said that she'd show me what to do. She told me to lie on my back, and when I did she straddled my face, facing my feet. She then lay down on top of me and told me to just do to her what she was doing to me. When she began licking and sucking, I did my best to duplicate her actions, and I must have been successful, since she climaxed in just a few minutes."

"You know now that we became lovers after that, and I never passed up an opportunity to get my tongue in her pussy, and hers in mine. It was definitely the best sex I'd ever had, and I don't mean that as a putdown to you. It's just that it takes a woman to please a woman, and Gloria is one of the best at it."

Chrissy said, "Gloria went pretty slowly at first when we talked about nailing. She told me later that she knew she loved me and didn't want to take a chance on scaring me away by saying too much, too soon. We looked at her book several more times, and always had fantastic sex afterwards. I think it was probably about two months later when we had 'used up' all the stories and drawings in there, that she asked me if I'd like to see some 'real stuff'. I said that sounded like a good idea. We were lying on her bed at the time, and she got up and opened a drawer in a dresser in the bedroom. When she came back, she was carrying that bunch of photos that I showed you on the night of your first session in her basement."

"When I looked at those pictures, I thought I'd pass out with lust. All I could think about was wishing that it was you tied spreadeagle to that table, and me who was doing the nailing. Gloria could see that I was very turned on, and decided to go for broke. She asked, 'Like what you see?', and I just nodded my head and kept panting. I managed to ask her where she'd got the photos, and she said, 'From Don's darkroom'. I said, 'Do you mean he took the pictures?' and she said, 'No. He's the one in the pictures. The one with the cock and balls, anyway. The hands are mine.'

"I remember being in a fog as she said that. It meant that all the time we had been lovers, and probably even before, she had been actually doing the things I had only fantasized about. I asked her when the photos had been taken, and she said, 'Oh, probably about two years ago. It's hard for me to keep track of any one crucifixion.' Then she smiled at me. I said, 'Do you mean that you've done that to other men too?'. She smiled again, and told me that she'd done somewhere in the neighborhood of twenty men. Then she asked me, 'Would you like to be in my neighborhood?'

"I didn't hesitate for even a second, but blurted out, 'God, yes. I've wanted nothing more than to crucify a man like that for as long as I can remember.'

"Gloria then asked me when I wanted to do one, and I replied, 'Right now!' "

"She laughed and said that it would take awhile to make the arrangements. It suddenly occurred to me to ask where she had done it, and she said, 'Right here, down in the basement.' I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Again I thought of all the wasted days upstairs in the house, when we could have been in the basement doing the one thing guaranteed to make me as hot as possible."

I looked at my darling Chrissy, now so aroused by thinking of the time when she had learned that she would soon be realizing her dream of many years. Now she would no longer have to lie in bed with me, fantasizing about nailing me to a cross, but would instead be actually doing it in a short time. Her hand was in her pants, and I could see that she was furiously frigging her pussy. I knew that if my drugged cock were able to get hard, she would be torturing it right now.

I asked her, "Was that when you took me to the table in her basement?, and she said, "No, that came two or three months later. By the time I got you down there, I'd already helped Gloria with two crucifixions, and done three more by myself while she watched." I was dumbfounded, and unable to speak. I had wanted very much to be her first victim, but now learned that I was actually her sixth.

She saw my dismay, and quickly said, "It doesn't mean that I love you any less. I wanted to practice before doing you, so that it could be perfect for both of us. It certainly was for me, at least."

I said, "When you crucified me that first time, I was so turned on that I was out of my head. It was perfect in all ways, if not better." She smiled at me, and said, "Thank you, lover. You always know the right thing to say."

Then she said, "You probably didn't know that Gloria and I plotted against you for several weeks. She asked me if I ever wanted to do you, and I said that was the one thing that I wanted most. She helped me plan the best way to approach the subject with you, and we finally decided that I would pretend to have some temporary 'female' problem that would keep us from having sex for at least two weeks. Gloria said that any man with two weeks worth of cum in his balls would be thinking with his cock, and not his brain, and you'd probably go along with whatever we had planned for you."

"I think that it was about two weeks before Christmas last year that I told you I was having some discomfort down there, and thought we'd better not fuck for awhile. You were very understanding, and said that'd be fine. By the time your last day of school before Christmas vacation came, I could see that you were getting pretty horny. You kept hugging me, fondling my tits, and putting your hand in my panties trying to get me turned on enough to let you screw me. Little did you know that everything was going according to schedule, and that I'd already put the photos in the drawer in our nightstand."

"Gloria and I had practiced over and over the first sentence that I would have to say: 'Did you know that men are sometimes sexually crucified?' You have no idea how hard it was for me to say those words to you. I was afraid that you'd simply get out of bed and leave me forever. I can't tell you how happy I was when you asked me what I meant by that, and then when I explained that it meant a man's cock and balls were nailed to a post or cross, I was even more happy when I saw your cock get even harder. I knew then that we were both on the same wavelength."

"Do you remember your reaction when I showed you those photos of Don's crucifixion?", she asked. I certainly did remember, and would do so for the rest of my life. Never in my life had I seen, or even read, something that had aroused me to such a fever pitch.

She continued, "By the time you were looking at the third picture, your eyes were glazed over and you were breathing like a steam engine. I knew then that you were completely in my power, and I'd have you stretched out on Gloria's table before much longer. After you'd stared at the last photo for a long time, I asked you if that turned you on as much as it did me. I think that your throat was so dry it wouldn't make a sound, so you just nodded your head. That was when I asked the key question, the one Gloria and I had practiced on so much. Remember what I said?"

I tried to recall my memories of that moment, and all I could find was a hazy recollection of her asking me if I thought we should do what was shown in the photographs. She said, "You mean that all my practice was wasted? Damn! Here we rehearsed that over and over, and now you don't even remember it!" She smiled at me, and I joined in.

"Why don't you refresh my memory, then? Maybe that'll bring it back to me", I said.

"I said, 'Maybe we should do something like that'. Gloria said that I should phrase it so that it would seem to be your choice, and that way you'd be less likely to back out at the crucial moment. By the time I asked you, you were too far gone to do anything other than to croak, 'Yes'."

"I was afraid that you were so turned then that you'd start cumming. Gloria said that after a man cums, he starts wanting to back out, and that I'd have to do whatever I could to prevent that. That's why I hurried things along by asking you to prove you could stay hard with the nails in you, and then suggesting we get dressed and head for Gloria's basement as soon as possible. I figured that driving the car would cool you off enough to keep your balls from exploding."

"I was really afraid that Gloria had blown it when she met us at the door and made some stupid comment about the photos of Don having done the trick. I knew that you had cooled off a little on the drive over, and I thought that maybe her telling you that you'd been set up would cause you to turn around and walk away. You have no idea the thrill I felt when you just followed her down to the basement. I knew that it was just a matter of minutes before you'd be tied down to the table, and then I wasn't going to let you up until you'd had the full treatment. You must have felt the same way, because you broke all speed records getting undressed and climbing on the table."

"Gloria said that she's never done a man who was as anxious for the nails as you were. She still laughs about how you got up there and spread out your legs for the ropes before we had the chance to tell you to do it. And she says that you seemed to be trying extra hard to get your little wee-wee as high as possible up the post so it would be stretched all the more. You don't know how proud it makes me when she tells that story to the other women in the club."

She continued, "Did you know that Gloria bet me you wouldn't be able to keep it up after you felt the first nail? She's told me that several of the men she's had down there lose their erections at that point."

I asked, "What did you wager?"

"One orgasm. She said that if you lost it then, I had to lick her, and if you didn't, then she'd lick me. I took her up on it right away, and then asked if she'd like to bet some more. She said sure, then bet that same amount that you'd lose it after your balls were nailed. I told her to keep going, and she said that you'd for sure have a limp noodle when you started to stretch. I then said that I'd bet you'd still be up after we used the rods on you. I won all the bets, and she had to lick me to four orgasms afterward. I've never let her forget how eager you were to be crucified, and how your dick seemed to grow more after every step. You made me proud that night, and every time since."

Chrissy looked at her watch then, and remarked that we'd been talking for hours, and asked me if I wanted something to eat. I pointedly stared at her crotch, and she smiled. "I was thinking of something a little more filling, lover. Maybe you can live on cunt juice, but I can't. How about if I have a pizza delivered?" I said that would be great, and she picked up the telephone and made the call.

She got up from where we'd been seated all afternoon, and said that she was going to go change into something more comfortable while we were waiting for the delivery. I stayed to listen for the doorbell.

Just as the bell rang, Chrissy walked back into the room. She was dressed in a pair of very short shorts and a very narrow halter top. About the only things the halter covered were her nipples, and I knew that if her pubic hair weren't shaved it would be sticking out of the shorts. She was the hottest-looking babe I'd ever seen, and I told her so before opening the door.

She came to the door with me, and by the look on the delivery boy's face, he shared my feelings. I was puffed up with pride that she was my wife, and all he could do was fantasize about having her in bed.

As soon as the delivery boy had left, we sat at the table to have our meal. I asked her if she had noticed the kid ogling her body, and she said it was hard to miss. Then she asked, "Did it make you jealous to know that he wanted to fuck me?" I said that no man could be blamed for that, as I had those same desires 24 hours a day. She said, "No, really. Would it tear you up to know that another man had been in my pussy?"

I thought long and hard before answering. "Yes, I'd be jealous, but it certainly wouldn't lessen the love I feel for you. If you thought you needed another man, then that would be your decision to make, all on your own." I paused before continuuing, "Have you had sex with another man?" My heart stopped as I waited for her answer.

"No, I haven't. I've been tempted. Some of the fellows that Gloria and I have had in her basement have had really big cocks, and it's hard to resist climbing on one of them. None of them have appealed to me as men, though. At least, not the way you do." As I had done, she also paused before continuuing. "I'm not saying that it won't happen sometime. Maybe when I come home sometime after I've been down there, you'll find some strange cum in me. Would you still lick and suck my pussy then?"

I felt a thrill in my chest as she said those words, and had trouble swallowing the bite of pizza that I was chewing. I thought to myself, "How would I really feel about a situation like that." I realized that there was a special sense of arousal associated with knowing that she had been fucked by another man, and I finally said, "If you make the choice to let another man have sex with you, then that's all right with me. And yes, I'd still beg you to sit on my face when you came home."

"Gloria told me that you'd say that. She says that lots of men get off on thinking about their wives having sex with other men. I think it's kind of sexy too. Maybe some day soon you'll be able to enjoy a whole new taste when you eat me." I was already looking forward to the experience.

After we had finished our meal, Chrissy stood up from the table. "Well, I need to go pee. Why don't you clean up this mess, and then we can go to bed and watch something on TV.?"

I also stood up, but rather than carrying the remains of our meal to the kitchen, I knelt on the floor in front of her. She said, "You don't have to do that sweetie. I know you're still recovering from the last session, and I'll give you the day off."

As my answer, I looked up to her face and said, "Please". She hesitated for just a moment before saying, "Well, okay. But just if you really want to."

I didn't reply, but instead began to pull down her shorts. I was pleasantly surprised that she wasn't wearing any panties, and I had my first close-up look at her newly-shaven crotch. I could see that the heart shape ended slightly above the beginning of her slit, and all the pubic hair below there had been removed. I was sure that there couldn't possibly be a more beautiful sight in the whole world.

As soon as her shorts were out of the way, I lay on the floor and held my mouth open. She settled into place, and said, "I would have thought that you'd had enough piss to last you for a few days. Did you like drinking it from the other women the other night?"

I tried to answer in the affirmative, and she must have interpreted my mumble as "Yes". "I told Gloria afterward that I was proud of the job you'd done as our toilet slave, and she said that you were only half a toilet slave. After I thought about it, I realized she was right. But it really doesn't matter to me. I'm certainly not going to make you do something that you don't want to in that regard." She then released her flow into my waiting mouth, and I didn't have any more time to think about her meaning.

We were both tired and sleepy after all the activities of the night before, so decided to go to bed early. I drank the little bit of urine she was able to give me, then began to giggle while she was still sitting on my face. "Did I just pass some laughing gas, sweetie?", she asked. When I was finally able to control my laughing fit, I said, "No. I was just wondering how many other men in the world had a supper of pizza and piss?" She joined in my laughter, then lay down beside me and looked seriously into my eyes. "Not nearly enough, my darling, not nearly enough. If all the men in the world were like you, it'd be a better place to live."

I could see her eyes slowly close, and knew that she was exhausted from all the excitement she'd had last night. I got out of bed as quietly as I could and went into the bathroom to take two more pills and clean up.

When I returned to bed, Chrissy was already asleep. I lay there with the light on and gazed adoringly at her beautiful face. I knew again that I was the luckiest man in the world to have her here by my side, and that I would do anything she asked in order to keep her here.

I turned off the light, and settled down to sleep. I couldn't sleep on my side or stomach, since my nuts were still quite swollen, so had to lie on my back. As I drifted off, I thought again about what Gloria meant when she said I was "just half a toilet slave". My last conscious thought was of vowing to be everything I could to my beloved wife, and trying to learn what I would have to do to become a full toilet slave.

To be continued . . .