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Black Mailed Into Slavery
Chapter Two
Standing before my wife and her friends I felt totally humiliated as my wife told them how she only married me because I could give her a comfortable life, and that the only satisfaction she has gotten since we were married was from my tongue and her own hand.
On the TV I was trying to get my full two inches to stand up straight, but was having a difficult time doing it. Hannah suddenly blurted out, “This is boring me.” and with that she stopped the DVD player. I felt relieved, but would soon find that this would be short-lived. Hannah told me to go to the bedroom and return wearing what she had laid out on the bed for me. In a very stern voice she told me to be quick about it too. I walked with my head hung low down the hall to our bedroom. Once there I saw what was on the bed and wanted to run. There laid out all nice and pretty was a pink French maid’s outfit, complete with stockings, garter, and ribbons to put in my hair, a feather duster, and heels. I couldn’t believe Hannah was doing this to me. I knew I had no choice though. The threat of her showing that picture to my boss and co-workers was totally unimaginable. I would be completely ruined.
With a slight hesitation I began getting dressed for my cruel wife and her friends. After putting on all the items, I tried to stand up in the heels. I almost fell, and they felt extremely awkward. Just standing was hard, I was afraid to walk. I knew I had to though. Slowly and carefully I began to make my way back to the living room full of women feeling that this was going to really get ugly.
As I clumsily made my way down the hall I heard Hannah say, “Oh look ladies, here comes our little slut now.” With that, I entered the room. My wife told me to get in the middle of the room, and I did as she said. I stood facing my wife and several of her closest friends and co-workers. My wife stood and announced to everyone that this is my first day as her new bitch, and that she wanted to make it a day to remember for a long, long time to come. With that she handed each of the ladies a roll of duct tape and said, “First we need to do something about all this hair.” Each lady started cutting strips of tape about 6-8 inches long from the rolls and stuck one end of them to the coffee table for easy access. Hannah, told me to take my panties off and hand her one of the strips. I did as I was told, still not sure what was going on. My sweet, and previously loving, wife then took the tape and stuck it right across my pubic hair. She told me to hold still and then pressed it firmly into place. All the ladies were watching intently as they knew what was coming next…..suddenly Hannah yanked and held up her tape to show everyone how much of my hair she had just ripped out. She said, “Whoever can rip out the most in one yank gets to have him wash their car for a year.” I was ordered to lie down on the coffee table with my legs spread wide so they could have complete access to my groin. The ladies did not need anymore encouragement; they started covering my tiny little dick with tape and pulling, sometimes slowly and sometimes quickly, all of my hair out. Each time they ripped the tape off, a little piece of my dignity came with it. They were laughing and comparing pieces of tape to see who could get the most hair in one pull. Hannah told them not to forget about my legs, chest, and back as well. Soon I had multiple pieces of tape going at once. The ladies just went crazy, yanking my hair out with glee, and the whole time my wife just sat back and laughed watching me in agony.
After what seemed like an eternity, my body was hairless, except for a hair here and there. Hannah told me that she wanted me to finish removing the rest later myself, except I had to keep using tape and she wanted it to be done thoroughly.
Hannah told me to stand up and as I did I realized how shaky my legs were from the torment I just underwent. My tiny little dickie was in agony and it was bright red. Hannah looked me in the eye and smiled saying, “Now ladies, should we start having some real fun?”
Sorry guys, you will have to wait until chapter three to see what is in store for this pathetic little fuck-toy. Please send suggestions to sissyboymike@yahoo.com.
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