It was late and I hurried to the exercise room. I had been drinking heavily the night before and fell back asleep after the maid woke me to deliver a message to be ready by 9 am. I had just a few minutes to shower and assume the position before my wife returned from her morning walk. As I knelt down in the center of the room and placed my elbows on the carpet in front of me, I thought back about how I came to be here.

Never one for hard work, I had always relied on my good looks and attractive body to get by. Not really a gigolo just a “ladies man” who attracted women by the dozens and could pick and choose the one who would provide the best sex and lifestyle. It was not until I met Barbara that I even considered getting married. We had met at a party in Las Vegas. I was with another wealthy lady, but Barbara quickly stole me away. Our courtship was whirl wind, she was rich and though ten years older than I, the most attractive woman I had ever met.

From the beginning, she was in charge. All decisions were hers. If I objected she quickly found ways to quiet my protests through gifts and promises of sex beyond my dreams. We went everywhere together, even an event at the White House for major contributors to the Republican Party. She clearly loved being seen with me on her arm. After signing a prenuptial agreement we were married in an elaborate ceremony on her estate in the Caribbean. It was the party of the year, hundred of her friends and associates flew in for the festivities.

I was not until after the wedding that I began to understand my future role. There was no sex on our wedding night, which I originally attributed to by inebriated condition. Up to this point, Barbara and I had not enjoyed penetrative sexual intercourse. She had insisted that we wait for marriage, yet to hold my interest she would encourage me to masturbate in front of her on a regular basis. She would lie on her bed wearing the most transparent negligee, while I would stand at the end of the bed and perform for her pleasure. That changed the day after the wedding. I was taken to a private hospital to undergo a vasectomy. I was surprised and taken aback by her request. Barbara insisted that considering her age she wanted to take no chances of becoming pregnant and promised me that I would recover quickly from this very simple procedure.

She was right. Within a week I was feeling fine and was looking forward to finally fully enjoying this beautiful woman. It was not to be. Rather than allow me to enter her she still insisted that I masturbate because I might retain some fertile sperm for several weeks after the operation. She flew to New York for a meeting and left me behind to continue to heal. I was emotionally hurt and horny, a very powerful combination. Less than a day after her departure I brought a local girl back to the estate and finally sexually enjoyed myself to the fullest. When Barbara returned she acted as nothing had happened. It was not until after dinner the first night that she brought up the subject of my infidelity. Almost cold about it she explained that what I had done was totally unacceptable. Going into great detail she continued that I was nothing more than a piece of jewelry to her. She needed me to complete her ensemble for public events. I was to be on her arm when needed and that if I had behaved things might have been different. As it was she could not take a chance that I would embarrass her with a scandal or an affair.

I was already feeling drowsy when she said that the wine I had just drunk was drugged. She said I would pass out soon and then I would be fixed so she would not have any further problems with me. I demanded to know what she had planned.

She simply smiled and said, “You will see when you wake up”.

And that’s how I found myself in the position I’m in now. Kneeling and leaning forward with my elbows on the floor, I looked back at my balls. Nice and full, the scrotum devoid of any hair, it was a shame my cock no longer joined them. She had it removed that night after dinner, and warned me that if I ever disobeyed her again, the balls would disappear too. From then on in private she treated me no better than one of her dogs which explains my current predicament. As she came into the room, she announced that they had a wonderful walk this morning and were looking forward to their reward. Within seconds one of her Doberman pinschers began to mount me. With its legs clasp around my hips the dog thrust forward again and again trying to fine my rear opening. Barbara stepped forward to guide the dog’s cock into my butt hole.

Saying, “that’s a good puppy, you enjoy yourself while I tell daddy all about our walk”.