"I asked you a question, slave," she demanded. "What do you choose? To become a man again or to remain my whimp slave for life."

Larry began to tremble and quiver as tears came into his eyes. Lowering his head he sobbed "I choose to remain you slave, mistress."

"And what are you forcing your mistress to do when she needs a real man to please her?," his wife taunted.

"Oh, mistress, No! Please don't make me answer that question."

Larry's wife reached behind her and picked up a short, stiff riding crop from its hook on the wall. "Yes, answer me slave. What are you forcing your mistress to do?"

"I am forcing her to find another man who will please her," Larry mumbled with his head still lowered.

WHACK! A powerful blow of the crop slashed across Larry's chest, leaving a purplish scarlet line just below his right nipple.

"I want you to beg me to go out and find a real man to fuck me," his wife screamed.

Larry's body shuddered involuntarily and he seemed to falter and hesitate before he could replying.

WHACK! Another deep welt began to grown on the left side of his chest.

"Tell me again slave, and this time I want you to really mean it."

"Please, mistress. Please find a man to satisfy your needs. Please find a man who will fuck you and ensure your feminine desires are fulfilled," Larry cried out.

In a soft, gentle and loving voice. Larry's mistress raised his head and looked deep into his eyes and asked. "Why? Why do I have to find another man to please me? Why can't you please me like I need to be pleased?"

With tears streaming down his cheeks. Larry blubbered that he couldn't please her like a man because he had given up his manhood to become her slave. He told her that he was her slave for life and that the most important thing in his life was that his mistress be completely pleased and satisfied. He told her it was important that her needs and desires never be denied. Be they sexual or other wise.

Larry's mistress smiled broadly. The excitement of once again seeing her slave submit made her want to humiliate him more than ever before.

"Since you are making me seek satisfaction from another man, I think its only fair that you watch him fuck me. Don't you?"

Deliberately leaving the closet door open for her slave to watch, she stepped back into the candle lit room and slipped off her back satin robe. She stood before the bedroom's floor length mirror dressed in only her black, spiked high heels. With her back to her slave she began to assume various poses before the mirror, admiring her gorgeous form, and pretending not to notice the refection of her slave's hungry horny stare.

She casually pick up a bottle of body lotion. Pouring a palm full of the sweet smelling mixture she erotically rubbed it into her firm breast. A long, low moan could be heard in the closet. Turning Larry's mistress gave him a good view of her perfect breast as she reach for and took a sip of white wine from the glass, which was setting on a near by table.

Returning to the mirror she again began to caress her own breasts. Pressing her palms against her titties, she massage them sensuously with slow circular motions. She opened her fingers to allow her nipples to protrude and then tightened her fingers to squeeze the nipples between her fingers.

In the closet, her slave was beside himself with aroused passion and pain as he watched the reflection of his mistress in the candlelight. He longed to caress her firm, full breasts and gently suck her hardened erect nipples into his mouth. He ached to feel the velvet softness of her skin and smell her sweet fragrance. In his pain and humiliation, he told himself that he was not worthy of this love-goddess. In silent awe, he worshipped his mistress.

Larry's wife squirmed with lustful passion in front of the mirror. Her left hand stayed at her left breast while her right worked its way down to her lovely pubic mound. She ran her finger through the silky down that cover her venus mound.

Gently she spread her vagina lips and wet her index finger with her abundant and copious flowing pussy juices. Keeping the top of her pussy lips spread open she hesitantly touched her sensitive clitoris. Her clit was fully erect and she could not suppress the moan that escaped her lips. She wet her finger again and began to make circles around her love button as she began to squeezed her life nipple between the thumb and first finger of her left hand.

Larry watched as her finger glisten with wetness from her dripping pussy juices and her nipples turn red from being pinched and pulled. He watched her eyes drift closed and her hips begin to sway and rotate to the beat of her own internal rhythm. She slipped two fingers into her cunt hole and began to finger herself as she used her thumb to massage her clit.

Her head fell back and her lips began to move as she silently pleaded for orgasmic release from her invisible lover. Then she became very still except for the frantic movements of her finger on her clitoris. A slow, deep growl escaped her mouth. She suddenly went rigid, not moving at all not even breathing. Then she emitted a long, deep sigh and after several moments of blissful rest, she reached for and took a sip of her wine. She did not even look again or speak to her bound tied up slave in the closet.

Silently she walked to her dresser and pull out a black lace garter belt. She hooked it on and adjusted it into position just above her shapely hips. Next she pulled from the drawer a pair of sheer black silk stockings. She kicked off her spiked heels and sensuously pulled a stocking up each leg.

Larry watched worshipfully from the closet. He felt deeply hurt that she was dressing so sexually for the pleasure of another man. Larry remembered his own inability to give up being his wife's slave and the feelings of inadequacy and powerlessness made him feel even less worthy of this beautiful female dressing before his very eyes.

After fastening each stocking on the garters, Larry's wife walked to the closet and brushed past her bound slave. She reached for her favorite and most sexiest and most risque dress.