His wife and dominatrix

He could hear the clicking of the high heels coming down the hall. He knew who they were and what they intended. The dildo gag locked in his mouth and the butt plug in his ass were place holders to warm him up for their **** of his with their strap-ons. While he was helpless hanging in the sex swing, he was far from an unwilling participant. He was the one that had inserted the plug and put the gag on. Now he waited for his Dominatrices to return to fuck him senseless with their rubber cocks…

John took a deep breath as the door opened. Jessica and Sarah smiled as they strutted into the former spare bedroom turned sex dungeon. Both women wore matching black latex thigh high stockings, rubber strapon panties, black leather corsets and black rubber opera gloves.

“He looks so helpless and pathetic like that,” Jessica smiled, “Hardly the manly man I married.”

“It’s always the rich manly men that need to have their asses **** by a powerful woman,” Sarah chuckled.

The pair kissed, long and tongue wrestled to make John jealous.

“Aren’t you so glad we met and decided to make you our sex pet?” Sarah called once the pair broke their kiss.

John thought back to that evening…

*

John had married Jessica when they graduated college. He had inherited his father’s stake in a large multinational so he had a nominal job waiting for him and a rather large salary to go with it. He was tall, and handsome, gifted with the naturally lean body of his mother’s side of the family. Jessica was slightly taller than him by a half an inch and looked very much like the brown haired mountain girl she wasn’t exactly. While she was from up state New England, she was the inheritor of a lumber baron’s fortune and not some back woods bumpkin. Lean, with a good sized rack and an hourglass frame, Jessica was a prize even if you didn’t know about her vast bank accounts. John never had a reason to cheat on Jessica, their love life was passionate, but he craved something that he didn’t know how to ask Jessica for and didn’t want to loose her respect by asking.

That was where Sarah, or rather Mistress Sin had come in. To John’s amazement, he found out that there was a pretty red haired Irish dominatrix that had a dungeon right across the street. She was tall, lean and muscular and with her green eyes and freckles she would have been a beauty queen. While John wasn’t thrilled about being beaten to a bloody pulp, she would dress up in leather, latex, boots, and sodomize him with a strap on.

This had gone on for a few years, and it seemed like Jessica was none the wiser. So when John had been taken out to an early birthday dinner with the other major holders in the company he didn’t think anything was wrong when his wife told him over the phone that she had a surprise weighting when he got home. She was waiting in the front hall in a sexy black silk dress and had a smile on her face. She handed him a beer and led him into the family room. She went to put music on while John drank his beer. His head felt fuzzy and he could have sworn he heard the clicking of high heels. He managed a slurred “Wha…” before blacking out as Mistress Sin walked in the room in a latex little black dress.

John awoke around midnight. He was tied up between the two posts at the foot of his four post bed looking at Jessica, his wife, and Mistress Sin, his Dominatrix dressed in matching latex lingerie making out on his wedding bed. His movements got the women’s attention. Jessica introduced John to her lesbian girl friend Sarah. Jessica and Sarah had been roommates freshman year in college and Jessica was the “Silent Partner” in “Mistress Sin’s” Dungeon. All those times Jessica went out for a night out with the girls, she was going to their Dungeon and either pestering a paying client with a show while they were tied up or just had a bit of fun dominating each other. Sarah had in fact helped Jessica pick out her sexy boots and lingerie that really got John horny for her.

John’s head was swimming at that point. But what got his attention was Jessica getting up and telling him that the charades were over. It was time for a new one, on the outside he would be the manly loving husband, but in reality, he was going to be their fetish fuck ****. They would do anything they wanted to him and he would do anything they demanded of him. He was no longer the husband, husband implied some sort of dominance or at least equality… no he was their pet. They sealed the deal by taking turns having a sex sandwich with John fucking one mistress while the other pegged him and then vice versa.

*

John looked up at the two mistresses standing over him with their rubber cocks sticking out. She had their arms around each other.

“He is such a pathetic shit,” Jessica smiled, “I love fucking his ass.”

“At least he is half way good at eating pussy, or else we would have just tossed him out to be a faggot hooker a long time ago...” Sarah giggled.