La Crucifems, Part 3

The third part of my story begins approximately six weeks after my sexual crucifixion on the table in Gloria's basement. Not much worth relating happened in the intervening period. My recovery was complete in about three weeks after the session, and my wife and I continued to have sexual relations while looking at the photos and watching the videotape showing me being tortured by her and her lover.

Chrissy was now going to Gloria's house every Saturday evening, and staying overnight. When she would return the next day, and I would ask her what she had done there, she always said that they had taken a man to the basement and "worked him over good". I would ask what had been done to him, and she would say, "You'll find out when it's your turn". She was always quick to tell me that after the session, she and Gloria had made love to each other, and it was "wonderful, much better than with a man."

Far from being jealous, I was turned on by the thought of the two women kissing and caressing, then licking each other's pussy to climax. It certainly didn't reduce the amount of sex I was getting, and in fact made it even better for both of us.

It was about the middle of February, when Chrissy and I were making love and I was extremely turned on that she said, "Have you thought any more about whether you want me to take you to Gloria's basement again?"

In fact, I had thought about little else since the first session. Every time I looked at the photos, or viewed the tape, all I could think about was my desire to again be subjected to torture by the two beautiful women. In answer to her question, I said, "I don't need to think about it at all. I want you to do whatever you want, whenever you want."

She looked deep into my eyes, and replied, "You'd better be sure about it, because once I get started on you, I don't think I'll be able to stop. The things that Gloria and I have been planning for you will be lots worse than last time. Believe me, you don't want to let us start on you if you have any doubts."

"Please, take me down there and hurt me as much as you want. I want you to do it."

"Okay lover, just remember that you made the choice all on your own. Don't think that you'll be able to back out once we have you in the basement." Then she said, "I told Gloria that you'd be ready to go back, and so we've been making plans for the next session. Since you probably won't be able to walk for a few days afterward, let alone even get out of bed, we're going to do it when your school has Spring Break in a couple of weeks. That should give you enough time to recover before you have to go back to the classroom."

I was strangely pleased that Chrissy had been sure enough of me that she and Gloria had already made plans for my next torture session. I had been sure of my return for several days now, and obviously she had too. Now all I had to do was maintain my resolve and not chicken out.

My wife then said to me, "Gloria says that you're not to have an orgasm in the meantime. I agree, since it'll mean that you'll be good and horny when we're working on you. She then reached in the nightstand drawer and drew out a strange-looking leather sheath with a metal ring fastened to it. There was a length of small chain hooked to the ring by two small padlocks. She then took out a leather belt that had another padlock instead of a buckle.

"Know what this is?", she asked. I had to confess that it was entirely new to me. She then told me that it was called a "penis sheath", and functioned as a male chastity belt. She told me to stand beside the bed so she could put it on me. She slipped the sheath over my cock, and placed the belt around my waist, fastening it securely with the padlock. She unfastened the chain from the sheath, but leaving it through the ring. She passed the ends of the chain between my legs and fastened one end to the belt on the right side, and the other end on the left. My cock was now drawn tightly down between my legs. Since I still had an erection, it caused me considerable discomfort.

"There now, that'll keep you from playing with yourself until we get you in the basement."

The next two weeks passed slowly. I'm sure my students noticed my distraction, but none of them said anything about it. Wouldn't it have been strange indeed if any had guessed just why I was acting so strangely?

The last day of school before Spring Break arrived, and I'm sure it was the slowest of my life. All I could think of was going to Gloria's basement that night, and trying to imagine what would be done to me. My state of arousal was extreme by that time, since I hadn't been allowed to cum in over two weeks. I'm sure it was the longest time between orgasms since I was able to get my first hard on.

Finally the dismissal bell rang, and I literally ran for the door. When I got home, Chrissy was not yet home from work, so I nervously passed the time by taking a long hot bath and again watching the videotape of the first session. My fevered imagination was working overtime trying to think of all the things the women would do to me.

When Chrissy arrived home from work, I was waiting for her at the door. She said, "Well, you look anxious to get started. I'll bet that in a couple of hours, if you're still conscious that is, you'll be having second thoughts."

She told me that she needed to pee before we left for Gloria's, and for me to follow her. We walked to the bathroom, and she ordered me to remove her pants and underwear. This was something new, but was strangely exciting to me. I quickly unfastened her pants and slid them down her lovely legs. As she was standing there in front of me, I could see the wet spot on her panties and smell the juices flowing from her pussy. I hurriedly removed her panties.

"See how hot I am just thinking about tonight", she asked. When I was sitting at my desk today, I squeezed my legs together and climaxed just thinking about you being tortured. God, but I want to hurt you bad!"

She then sat down on the toilet and soon I could hear her piss running. When she was finished, she said, "I don't want to waste toilet tissue, since you're here to take its place." She then told me to lie down on the floor, and when I had done so she straddled my face and lowered her wet cunt to my mouth. "Lick it, damn you! And you'd better not miss a single drop either!"

It never occurred to me to allow even one drop of her precious nectar to escape my mouth, and I began to lick and suck her pussy. The large amounts of cunt juice that I was drinking told me that she was indeed turned on, and I was pleased that it was due to my upcoming torture. I knew then that I would never tell her to stop, but would let her do anything she wanted to me.

My wife reached her climax very soon, and ground her pussy into my face harder than she ever had before. As she regained her composure, she said, "You have to be the best husband ever, to let me do the things I do to you. It's almost as though the more I humiliate you or hurt you, the more I love you."

As soon as Chrissy had dressed, she said that it was time to go, and it was too late to back out now. If she had to, she'd kick me in the balls to knock me out, and then drag me all the way to Gloria's basement. It never entered my mind to back out, and I'm sure that at the time I was at least as anxious to go as she was, if not more so. The cock sheath had functioned as intended during the past two weeks, and the cum that was backed up in my balls was about to drive me out of my mind.

We quickly drove to Gloria's house, and I know that both of us had only one thought in mind: to get me down to the basement as soon as possible and begin the torture session.

As we were walking up to the door, it was opened by Gloria. She said, "Well, how did he like his drink? I remember the first one I gave Don caused him to almost throw up."

Chrissy said, "I think he loved it. I thought I'd never get him stopped licking and sucking. Next time I'll just skip the part about pissing first in the toilet, since he seemed to want more of the stuff straight from the source."

Gloria laughed and replied, "Don is that way now, but it took several months to get him to that stage." From their conversation, I could guess at least one thing that the future held in store for me.

My wife then said, "Well, we've waited long enough for tonight. Let's get down there and get started on him. I can't wait to see how long he'll stay hard this time, and how long it takes him to pass out." They both laughed at this, and then Gloria turned and led the way to the door to the basement.

To be continued . . .