LARRY'S LOST MANHOOD

Larry stood awkwardly in his wife's walk-in closet. His wrist and hands were numb. His arms were aching from being stretched cruelly upward through the pulley attach to the ceiling and running down to his handcuffs. His legs were stretched unnaturally far apart and fastened to the closet wall on each side of the small room.

He could hear the click of spiked heels on the hardwood floor just outside the door. Suddenly the door swung open, exploding Larry's darkened world in a blazed of color. Blinking to focus his eyes Larry gazed in worship at this beautiful wife/mistress. This gorgeous creature he had dedicated the rest of his life to serving and pleasing had on a short back satin robe and black spiked high heels.

In awe of this beautiful female Larry momentarily forgot about the dildo buried deep in his ass, the life-like, flesh color, veined replica of a cock that his dominant wife used to remind him of his servitude and inferiority.

"SLAVE"

As his wife spoke that word, Larry trembled instinctively.

Her blond hair shimmered. Her feminine shape silhouetted by the flickering candle light which highlighted her soft skin in the darkened room.

"Are you behaving yourself? You haven't been touching yourself again, have you?" she asked with feigned concern.

Larry tried in vain to speak through his gag, but could only make grabbed, grunting sounds.

"You are showing great disrespect in not answering your mistress and will be punished severely!"

Reaching behind his head she removed the gag saying. "My, my your jaws must be sore from wearing this nasty thing for so long. Does your mouth hurt?"

"Yes mistress, but I love you."

Larry's wife tilted back his head with her left hand then slowly raised her right. SMACK! Swiftly she slapped her defenseless slave across his aching mouth.

"You are such a ungrateful and forgetful slave. When will you every learn to never complain to your mistress. Slaves have no right to complain about anything much less the discipline they deserve."

"I am sorry mistress. Please forgive me."

"I will forgive you, but first you must be punished and punished severely."

"Yes mistress, I deserve to be punished."

Walking out of the closet she picked up a tall wine glass from the bedroom table. The glass was filled to the brim with her own still warn urine. Returning she held the glass to his lips. "You must take this warn drink and savor it."

"Thank you mistress."

"What does my slave want? What does my whimpering little boy/toy want from his mistress?"

"A drink" Larry pleaded.

Dipping the index finger of her right hand into the glass she touch his lips with her dripping finger. She watched with satisfaction as her trembling slave opened his mouth and sucked every drop of urine from her finger.

"What does my little slave want from his mistress?"

"Your piss. I want to drink your piss. I want to swallow ever drop of your precious pee."

A subtle smile crossed her lips. A smile of both victory and contempt for what remained of the man she had married. She felt both aroused and exhilarated at her triumph of humbling a once proud and arrogant male.

"Then you had better beg."

"Please. Please baby. I need it!"

SMACK! His wife slapped him with ferocious strength.

"What did you call me?"

"MISTRESS! Please mistress, I need to drink it so bad!"

"Tell me again what you need to drink, slave." She grinned.

"Your pee. Please let me drink it. Please mistress."

Again she dipped her finger into the glass of urine and touched his lips. This time, however, she did not remove her finger from his mouth after he had sucked it clean. This time she slowly began to finger-fuck his mouth, sliding it in and out.

"I want you to pretend that my finger is a cock and that you are giving me a blow-job. Pretend that I am fucking you in the mouth with my dick." she commanded.

Larry shook uncontrollably but continued to suck and lick his wife's finger.

"What are you sucking." she taunted.

"Your cock mistress." Larry mumbled as she removed her finger from his mouth.

"Good slave. Drink!" she ordered, holding the glass to her slave's lips and began pouring its contents rapidly down his throat.

Gratefully, Larry drank the glass of his wife's urine as fast as she poured it into his mouth. He drank it as if it were a exotic drink or a fine wine. He drank it as if he would never drink again.

As he drank the warn fluid, shivers went through his body. Feelings of submission and passion swept through him. He drank the urine deeply, savoring ever drop, trying vainly to quench is inner thirst for submission and humiliation.

After he had drunk the entire contents of the wine glass, his wife set it down and stepped behind him. With one hand she unbuckled the black leather chastity belt cutting into his waist and let it fall to the floor. The harness was used to restrain his cock and balls and to hold the nine inch dildo deep inside his ass.

Slowly Larry's mistress pulled the large penis shaped phallus from her slave's bottom and walked in front of him with it held contemptuously between her thumb and fore finger.

"Your punishment slave is to clean this rod just like you cleaned my finger."

"I'm not a queer." Larry mumbled.

His wife stroked his freshly shaved chest and legs.

"Your body is so smooth. You wear my panties and my nylon stocking. And you pretended my finger was a cock. You must be queer."

"I am not a queer," Larry said in a pleading voice.

"But if you LOOK like a queer and you ACT like a queer, you must BE a queer. Or are you just afraid to admit that what you really want and need is a real cock, since you can't use yours any more? Wouldn't you like to hold a real cock in your mouth. I could go out and bring home a real man for you."

Silence filled the room. Larry was crushed by his wife's words and deeply humiliated but a feeling of arousal was spreading through his body. The sensation grew as his own penis thickened.

Noticing his growing erection Larry's beautiful mistress reached to the wall and selected a short stiff riding crop. She walked behind her slave and gently stroked the backs of his smooth legs, his inner thighs, and his buttocks with the soft leather tip of the crop. His mistress stroked up and down the crack of his ass.

Larry shuddered uncontrollably. He would do or say anything to please his wife. Maybe she was right. Maybe he did harbor homosexual tendencies. His own penis was erect.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"Now I want my little queer slave to tell his mistress what he is."

WHACK!

"I'm a ..." Larry hesitated then blurted out "I am a queer."

WHACK!

"Say it louder, little slave, I can't hear you!"

"I'm a queer."

WHACK!

"That's better, but still not good enough. Say it louder and in a little girl's voice," his mistress demanded.

In a high pitched feminine voice Larry shouted. "I'M A QUEER."

"And what does my little queer slave want more than anything?"

WHACK! WHACK!

"Cock. Your little queer slave wants cock."

WHACK!

"Tell your mistress again. Tell you mistress each time you feel the sting of the crop. Tell your mistress until there isn't any doubt remaining in your mind what you are and what you need."

WHACK!

"I'm a queer and I need cock."

Larry's mind was reeling. The entire scene was becoming a blur. He no longer felt the rapid blows of the riding crop. His very consciousness was fused with his mistress.

As Larry received his beating and shouted in a high pitched girl's voice that he was a queer, his own large cock was stiff and proudly erect. Drops of precum had formed on the top of his penis slit and were beginning to trickle down his rigid shaft.

SLAM

Larry's mistress abruptly swung the closet door shut saying "That dildo had better be clean when I open this door again. Larry was again engulfed in darkness.

The discipline he had just received was beginning to work on his sexual psyche with calculated effectiveness. As Larry collapsed on the floor he was asking himself. Did he need cock? Did he need a cock to hold, a cock to suck, a cock to caress with his lips and tongue? Did he want and need a warn, real cock? Did he want to be fuck in the ass?

He visualized being fucked in the ass by his lovely mistress. He imagined feeling the initial contact with his anus and the slow, satisfying penetration as his anal muscle succumbed to the unrelenting pressure of the dildo as the massive tool filled his dark, colonic tunnel. The rhythmic movement as his mistress thrust the fake cock in and out of his ass.

In the still quiet of the dark closet, Larry somehow found the dildo and began to lick it clean. As he licked his mind travelled back in time. Back to this first anniversary. Back to when his lovely mistress/wife first taught him to need cock. When she first taught him the worthlessness of his own manhood.

LARRY REMEMBERS

Larry remembered the night of their first anniversary. He had completely satisfied his wife with his skilled tongue. She had climaxed so many time he had lost count. As always, Larry had yet not been allowed an orgasm of his own. His wife's inner-strength was beginning to returning in the after-glow of the sexual release she had just experienced.

This was her favorite time to play with her slave. Her inner-strength was at its peak, and her horny slave's inner-strength was at its lowest. She was relaxed and content while her husband was trembling and weak. His only thought were his desire to make love to her, to put his cock in her pussy and fuck her until he exploded in orgasm.

This was also her favorite time to have long talks with her husband about their marriage. This was the time her husband would confess his most secret inner thoughts and fantasies. It was from these intimate discussions that their mistress/slave relationship had evolved. She loved humiliating and humbling him and making him submit to anything she could dream up. Tonight she was want to see what his limit for submission really was and would he give up his manhood to please her.

Pushing his head from between her thighs she patted the bed beside her. When Larry was lying on his back his mistress mounted her very horny slave. Larry almost swooned with delight he was going to be allowed to climax. She guided his rigid member to cunt. Slowly and deliberately she sank down as his shaft disappeared inch by inch into her hot, wet vagina. As she began to raise and lower herself Larry began to thrust upward in order to meet each push of his wife's.

"Don't move," his mistress commanded

She continued her maddening dance of love. Larry made another slight movement upward trying to keep his cock deep inside her pussy. Reaching down she slapped his face.

"I said, Don't move' and I meant it. Don't move! Do what I say or I'll quit right now!" she warned.

Larry concentrated on lying very still. He needed his climax so bad he was shaking and whimpering. This was the only condition that his wife would ever allow him to orgasm in.

"You may lift your legs and wrap the around my hips, slave," said his wife in a comforting and loving voice.

Eagerly Larry spread and lifted his legs and warped them around his wife's small, soft waist. As she began to move again, it felt to Larry as if she had the cock instead of him and that he had the vagina. This reversal of roles felt natural and right to him. He felt like he was the luckiest man on earth to have a wife that understood his innermost fantasizes and desire. It was only four months ago that he had confess that he sometimes had a secret fantasy to be a woman.

Each slow thrust of his mistress brought Larry closer to his orgasm. Although he had pleasured his wife each night during the past week, he hadn't been allowed to climax. His testicles felt as if they were read to explode with the pressure of a thousand unreleased orgasm. His mistress had planed it that way. She had wanted him prepared for the anniversary of their marriage and his initiation into total slavery. She wanted to transform him completely.

The last week of waiting and wanting no longer matter to Larry. He was now receiving the rewards of his patience and devotion to his wife. Tonight, he knew that, at the time of her choosing he would be allowed to cum.

"What does my slave husband want?" Asked his wife coyly.

"I want to cum."

"How bad does my little slave want to cum?"