The Roberts

The sun crept through the plantation shutters, casting a warm glow across my face as I slowly awoke in our luxurious king sized bed. I stretched out my naked body, my breasts jiggling from the movement. I glanced over at Greg, sleeping peacefully beside me, his little clit peeking out from the slutty maid uniform he wore, the lacy material barely covering his tiny caged penis.

I got up and put on my silk robe, padding down the stairs to the kitchen. I grabbed my coffee mug and started brewing our morning pot. Greg stumbled in a moment later, rubbing his eyes.

"Morning honey," I said brightly, pouring myself a mug.

He nodded, taking a sip. "Morning, babe. What's on the agenda today?"

"Well, the new couple is coming over at noon for a play date. And then tonight, I have three clients lined up for online sessions." I checked my phone. "Looks like Todd and Misty are also coming over around 8 to use the dungeon."

Greg gulped, his eyes darting to his caged little dick straining against the lacy panties. "You want me to get everything set up in the dungeon?"

I nodded. "Yes, and make sure to plug yourself in. I don't want any accidents this time."

He shuddered at the memory of the last time he'd had an accident in the dungeon while I was deepthroating my client's massive cock. "Of course, Mistress," he said quietly, bowing his head.

I smirked, feeling my pussy clench at his submissive words. I loved being a dominatrix, and having a cuckold husband was the perfect setup. He got to watch me with other men, servicing their huge dicks, and I got paid handsomely. It was a win-win.

The doorbell rang at noon. I smoothed my tight dress over my curvy hips and strappy heels before answering it. The new couple, a sexy woman in her 30s and her handsome husband, stood on the porch.

"Hello, I'm Lucy, but you can call me Mistress Roberts," I purred, opening the door wider. "You must be Tiffany and Brad. Come on in."

They followed me inside, eyes wide as they took in the opulent decor and furnishings. I led them to the living room where Greg stood, dressed in a tidy maid's uniform, his little cage peeking out obscenely.

"This is my husband, Greg. He'll be your server today," I announced. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

Tiffany giggled, staring at Greg's tiny bulge. "No, we're fine, thank you. So, Mistress, we've heard you give the best lesbian shows in town. Mind if we get started?"

I smiled wickedly. "Of course, my dear. Let's go to the playroom."

I led them upstairs, Greg scurrying along behind us. In the bedroom, I had the dungeon all set up - St. Andrews Cross, floggers, paddles, and a stunning selection of dildos.

"Undress for me," I ordered Tiffany, my voice firm. She obeyed eagerly, revealing her curvy body and perky tits. I reached for her and pulled her into a searing kiss, my tongue plundering her mouth. She moaned and pressed against me, her hands roaming my body.

Brad watched, stroking his hard cock, which tented his khaki shorts obscenely. I could see Greg watching too from the corner, his tiny bulge straining against the lacy material of his panties.

I turned Tiffany around and bent her over the bed, spreading her ass cheeks. I reached for the biggest dildo and rubbed it against her dripping folds before plunging it deep inside her. She cried out in pleasure, pushing back against me.

I began to fuck her hard and fast, the dildo pistoning in and out of her tight pussy. Brad whimpered, fisting his cock faster. I could see a wet spot forming on the front of Greg's panties, and I smirked. Pathetic little cuck.

I made Tiffany cum hard on the dildo, her body shaking with pleasure. Then I had her return the favor, fucking me with the toy as Brad watched, stroking himself furiously. I came with a loud cry, my body trembling with ecstasy.

After we were done, I got dressed and had Greg clean up the toys and freshen everyone's drinks. As they prepared to leave, Tiffany turned to me with a purr.

"Mistress, that was incredible. We'll definitely be back. And I'd love a private session sometime with you alone."

I winked. "I'd like that, my dear. Have Greg send you my schedule."

Once they left, I turned to my husband, crossing my arms. "Strip," I ordered.

He obeyed immediately, revealing his chubby body and caged little dick. I reached out and cupped his bulge, squeezing until he whimpered.

"Get in position," I said, fetching the strap-on from the drawer.

He lowered himself to his hands and knees, presenting his ass to me. I strapped myself up and slapped his ass, leaving a red handprint on his pale skin.

I lined myself up and pushed into him, watching his face contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure as I stretched his tight hole open. I began to fuck him hard, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

He moaned and whimpered, his little dick straining against the cage as I used him like the fucktoy he was. I could see the wet spot on his panties growing as he leaked pre-cum.

I made him beg for it, beg to cum, before I finally allowed him to. He shuddered and moaned as his orgasm overtook him, his tiny dick spurting weakly against the lacy material.

As he slumped to the floor, I removed my strap-on and fetched him a towel to clean up. He lay there panting, his face flushed, his maid's uniform askew, revealing his caged little clit.

I stood over him, hands on my hips, my breasts jiggling with the movement. "Clean yourself up and get ready for tonight," I said imperiously. "And if you're good, I might let you watch me suck Todd's big cock later."

He whimpered, his eyes shining with a mix of shame and **** need. I smirked. That was my cuck husband for you - so well trained to be my toy. I loved him like that.

It had been a long day of clients and play dates, and now I was finally winding down with a glass of wine as I filed my nails in the bedroom. I could hear Greg humming as he tidied up downstairs in his maid's uniform, his tiny bulge peeking out obscenely.

I took a sip of wine and leaned back against the pillows. It had been a good day, financially speaking. These clients were so generous, and they loved my services as a dominatrix. And my cuckold husband - what a good boy he was, watching me use him and others for my pleasure.

I thought back to when we first started this lifestyle. It had been my idea, when the kids left for college and I was bored at home. I'd always had a kink for pegging and cuckolding, and Greg, eager to please, had jumped at the chance to be my submissive.

And what a natural he was, watching me suck and fuck other men's big cocks while he was locked away in his cage. He loved being humiliated, loved being my fucktoy. It was perfect.

Of course, it wasn't all fun and games. There were the occasional awkward moments with clients, the risk of our secret lifestyle being discovered by the neighbors or the kids. But we'd been doing this for years now, and we had it down to a science.

I heard the bedroom door open and looked up. Greg stood there, holding a tray with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He was dressed in his maid's uniform, his hair tied back in a neat ponytail. He bowed as he entered the room.

"Your evening wine, Mistress," he said softly, setting the tray on the bed and pouring me a glass.

I took it from him, sipping it slowly. "Very good, Greg. You may thank me properly."

He sank to his knees in front of me, bowing his head. "Thank you, Mistress," he breathed. I could see a tent forming in his panties, his little dick straining against the lacy material.

I smirked, taking another sip of wine. "You may kiss my feet," I purred.

He looked up at me, eyes wide and hungry. "Thank you, Mistress!" he gasped, burying his face between my toes and mouthing at them eagerly.

I let him worship my feet for a while, stroking his hair as he kissed and licked, his tiny bulge leaking pre-cum onto the carpet. Finally, I pulled my feet away.

"That's enough for now," I said, smiling at his whimper of protest. "I need you to run a bath for me. I have a long night ahead of me with Todd and Misty."

"Yes, Mistress," he said immediately, scurrying off to the bathroom.

I let out a contented sigh, settling back against the pillows. I loved this life, loved being a dominatrix with a submissive cuckold husband. It was perfect for us. And to think - it was all to support our lavish lifestyle in this beautiful house in an upscale neighborhood.

Greg came back in a few minutes, bowing. "Your bath is ready, Mistress. Shall I wash your back?"

I smiled wickedly at him. "You know it, ****. Get to it."

He followed me to the bathroom, stripping off his maid's uniform as he went. I could see his little dick peeking out, still locked away in its cage. He would stay that way until I allowed him to cum, which might not be for days.

I slipped into the hot water with a sigh, leaning back as Greg washed my body with gentle hands, massaging my shoulders and breasts. I closed my eyes, letting myself relax in his capable care.

As I soaked, I thought about the night ahead. I was meeting Todd and Misty at the dungeon soon, to hold a sissy training session with them. It promised to be a fun and kinky night.

But first, I had some online clients to attend to. I drained the bath and had Greg help me out, handing me a towel. I dried off and got dressed in a tight leather outfit, my breasts straining against the material.

I headed downstairs, Greg following me meekly. "I'm going to the dungeon," I announced. "Set up the cameras and toys. I have three clients tonight."

"Yes, Mistress," he said, scurrying off.

I adjusted my leather corset and checked my makeup in the mirror. I was a vision of sex and kink - a dominatrix with the goods and the attitude to back it up. And I was ready to give my clients what they paid for.

I headed to the dungeon, Greg on my heels, his maid's uniform swishing. It was going to be a long night of pegging and humiliation. And I couldn't wait to get started.