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Harnessed! By THRONE
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By THRONE
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**DEVIN DICKIE NOTE**
All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real. The acts in the following written work are only consensual sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.
Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you know is being bullied, please alert the authorities.
Harnessed!
By THRONE
HARNESSED by Throne
Dick Noman came strutting into the living room. The little guy was his usual huffy self. Because of his short stature and pudgy build, along with his chubby-cheeked face, anger made him look like a petulant child. His wife Jewel was the same height, with long blond hair and a figure that made men stare, especially at her oversized boobs.
He struck a pose, with hands on hips, and stuck out his weak chin. "Here's the way it's going to be. My week of vacation starts tomorrow morning and I don't want it screwed up. Tomorrow night I'm going to Ray's house to watch the game. After that, I have the trip I planned for us, to Vegas. We'll have a nice hotel room, so you won't have to tag along after me while I'm gambling. Understood?"
"Of course, dear. After all, you've told me about it often enough."
"Don't give me any of your sarcasm." He crossed his arms over his chest, just above his soft belly.
She glanced surreptitiously at her watch before saying, "Did you want some bedroom time before all that starts?"
He thought for a moment. "Yeah. That would be good. Pump a load into you and let off some pressure." He pulled back his shoulders, laboring under the delusion that it made him appear manly.
Jewel told him, "Why don't you get out of your clothes and I'll be with you real soon?"
"Damned right." He turned away and didn't see her smirking at his tubby bottom, which she knew he was sensitive about.
Then she heard a car pull up out front. She consulted her watch again. Ivory was right on schedule. Going to the door a moment later, Jewel opened it. Coming up the front walk was a Black woman of astounding proportions. She was over six feet tall, built wide, with extraordinary curves. Her huge bust, wide hips, heavy thighs, and large calves would have been enough. But as she passed through the front door, Jewel got an eyeful of her broad, super-thick booty. The stretchy slacks she wore vanished into the space between her buttocks, showing how very deep that valley was. Her hair was natural and pulled back into an afro-puff. Triangular earrings dangled on either side of her head, hanging almost to her shoulders. Knee-high boots added to her image of power and authority. The wife quietly closed the door. Ivory had a big suitcase, which she set out of the way. Secret smiles flashed between the two women. Jewel went to the bedroom door, with the chocolate-skinned Amazon right behind her.
"Honey," Jewel called to Dick. "Are you all ready for me? Wearing your birthday suit?"
"For crap's sake," he groused. "Don't be stupid. It's not like I want to screw with my clothes on."
"I just wanted to be sure you were stark raving naked."
With that, Jewel flung open the door and strode in, with Ivory, like an enormous shadow, trailing her. Dick's eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. There he stood by the bed, with his unfit physique on display, along with his limited growth of body hair. Worst of all for him was that his genitals were exposed. Ivory got a quick look at his tiny penis and baby balls before he clapped his hands over them. He spun around, giving her an eyeful of his plump rump. The Black woman laughed. Dick's clothes were on the foot of the bed. He leaned over to grab for them, making his ass even more prominent. In a flash, Ivory was on him. She moved so fast for such a big person. A second later she had his arm pulled behind him and was tugging it painfully.
"Come on now, little man," she chided. "You don't want to get dressed. Not with two fine women in the room with you. No, no."
"Let go of me, you big ape," he squealed. When she didn't, he cried out, "Jewel, make this madwoman let go of me. Do it, or you'll be in big trouble."
Jewel pointed out, "Right now, you're the one who's in trouble, sweetie. If I were you, I'd listen to Ivory and obey her."
"I'm not going to..." That was all he got to say before a yank on his arm made him bleat pathetically.
Ivory eased up the pressure. "Dick Noman is the wrong name for you. It should be No Dick Man. You mind if I call you something like that?"
"You can't come in here and..." Again, he was silenced by a stab of shoulder pain.
"I sure can," Ivory contradicted. "Your pretty wife invited me. The deal is that she's tired of your bad attitude. My job is to turn that around. It sounded like you were going to need some special treatments, so I brought my collection of goodies to use on you."
He settled down. This was serious. He switched from aggression to negotiation. "Listen. Whatever she's paying you, I can double it. All right?"
"I might consider that, if I was in it for the money. But this is more like a hobby for me. Doing my part to make the world a better place, and all that good shit."
Dick lost his temper. He blurted out, "You Black bitch. Let me go right now or I'll have you in jail so fast it'll make your nappy head spin."
She released him. He turned. Dick had only the briefest moment to believe he had succeeded. Then she spun him around and clamped a hand onto the back of his neck. She asked Jewel to lead her to the kitchen. Steering the naked man, she got there and pulled out a chair from the table. Ivory plumped her double-wide ass onto the seat, which it overfilled. She pulled Dick down with
her and dragged him across her wide thighs. He gripped the legs of the chair. Without preamble, she raised one arm and swung forcefully. Her hand smacked his suety upturned buns and he wailed. She did it over and over, while he frantically kicked his legs. Ivory held him in place with her other hand on the small of his back. His overweight bottom went from white to pink to an alarming shade of red. He was in tears, gasping and writhing impotently. When she stopped unexpectedly and rose, he was rolled off her lap and landed on his side, on the bare floor. She straddled him like a colossus. Ivory had on black boots that reached to her knees. They had square toes and chunky heels. One was on either side of his head.
She said, "Boy, you owe me an apology for being such a brat. How about if you start by kissing them boots?"
"What?" He sniffled loudly. "My bottom hurts so bad."
"I didn't ask for a report on your ass," she scolded. "And I'll be happy to swat it some more if you don't follow instructions. So, what's it going to be, No Dick Man? The boot-smooching boogie or the fanny-whacking fandango?"
He checked his wife to see if she showed any sympathy. Her leering expression told him she was not on his side. He stretched his neck to bring his face closer to the nearest boot. Dick puckered up and placed a kiss at ankle level. Ivory told him to get up on all fours, so he could do a better job. Once he was in
position, she had him lavishing attention on her footwear from bottom to top.
She told him, "That's better, No Dick. You do what you're told, like a good boy, and I'll be nice. Don't obey and you'll find out there's worse punishments than spanking. I sure wouldn't want to have to do anything that might hurt your balls, maybe even leave some permanent damage."
That possibility chilled him. On Ivory's next command he started toward the living room, still on all fours. The sight of his fat tail end wagging made Jewel laugh. When they got there, the Black woman ordered him to open her suitcase. What was inside made him recoil. There were all sorts of what he recognized as sex toys, along with instruments of discipline, and objects he couldn't identify, many of them clipped to the bottom of the case and the inside of its lid.
Ivory selected a series of joined straps and handed it to Jewel. "Get naked and fasten the belt part around your middle, girl. Then there's parts that go around the tops of your legs."
Dick watched in puzzlement as his wife stripped and donned the curious harness. Her figure was magnificent. Those bazooms begged to be fondled. Under other circumstances he would have been turned on, ready to jump on her for one of their sex sessions. Those were always quick, with him getting what he wanted but never making an effort to give the same to his wife. Now, in crawling posture, naked, with his tail end blazing, his penis
twitched but that was all. Preoccupied by preparation for his week off, he had neglected to hit the sheets with his wife. Now he was horny, with no expectation of gaining relief any time soon. His unsatisfied state made his balls throb. He sat up on his haunches, to gain at least a bit of height.
Taking something else from the case, Ivory got down on one knee in front of Jewel. Her wide back was toward Dick, so he couldn't see what was happening. When the massive woman stood and stepped aside, the husband got an unwelcome surprise. Jutting out from the harness was a rubber penis, a long thick one that was black.
Jewel giggled. She told her spouse, "Now, there's finally a proper cock in this house. It's a big improvement over that pea pod you've got between your squishy thighs."
"Hey," he protested, but without much oomph behind the word. "I'm not that small."
Both women laughed. Jewel said, "No? Then how come you've never been able to give me an orgasm?"
"I have. You make those funny sounds."
"That's me faking it, out of pity for you and your miniature dork." Ivory agreed, "For sure. She told me you had a junior joystick, but
I never thought it would be that tiny. No girl would ever have to worry about deep-throating it, cause it wouldn't reach her tonsils."
Dick cringed inwardly. He had always been in denial about his penis dimensions. With the truth being so bluntly stated, he couldn't avoid it. Gazing up at the towering home-invader and his naked wife with her faux phallus, he was overcome by mixed feelings. This situation was absolutely terrible. Even so, the presence of two such women was compelling. The Black female wasn't to his taste, yet she projected so much raw sexual energy with those stupendous contours that his body reacted. His wife's bodacious tatas, uncovered and proudly displayed, added to his stimulation. Though he didn't want it to happen, his penis got halfway hard. Ivory teased it with the toe of her boot, which brought it the rest of the way to full attention.
"Look it that," the Black woman exclaimed. "It gets hard but it don't get much bigger. Like some kind of appetizer that won't satisfy anybody's hunger."
Jewel supported her comment with, "It sure never satisfied mine. It was bad enough that it never touched bottom inside me, but it didn't even touch the sides."
Ivory howled with laughter. She shed her boots and then all of her clothes. Despite her weight, everything was firm. She put the boots back on and stood with hands on her flaring hips. Stepping close to Dick, she told him he could hug her thigh. There was indecision written all over his face. Jewel smirked at him. He shuffled forward on his knees and wrapped his arms around that
solid upper leg, with its outer layer of softness. Dick embraced it tightly, the side of his face against its warmth. He whimpered from what might have been defeat or else frustrated need.
"Don't you worry none, No Dick," she reassured him. "I got a plan for you to get up close and personal with my body real soon. You're going to get to do more than hug." She chuckled at what she knew but he didn't. After he had clung to her in that submissive way for several more minutes, like a scared boy clinging to his mommy, she made him back away.
Jewel approached him. She aimed the fearsome dildo at his face. "You're such a failure as a real man," she declared, "maybe you'd be better as a sissy. You refuse to eat pussy, so maybe what you prefer is what I've got now." She poked him in the nose with the end of it.
Ivory contributed, "All this has got me thinking, boy. That round boot-tee of yours would attract a lot of dudes. Some gay ones but also straight ones who crave some sissy butt now and then. I know some Black studs who would get in line for a shot at that."
Dick sniveled, "No. I'm not like that. I'm not."
The seed of self-doubt had been planted. Properly nurtured, it would grow into a weed that would strangle his self-confidence. If more of those were introduced, they could cause irreversible damage to his image of himself.
"Time for the next step," Ivory announced. She took another harness from her collection of tricks and treats. It went around
her middle and thighs. There was no space for an artificial cock to be attached. What worried Dick was that there were clips in back, on either side of the twin pillows of her ass and elsewhere. His premonition of trouble was confirmed when she took a smaller but similar item and fitted it over his head. It ran all the way around, above his ears, and had a band that circled his neck. Those two sections were connected by lengths of the same material. Once it was on him his trepidation grew. She patted his hair and snickered at his discomfort.
"Let's get everybody into position," she decided. "Mister No Dick, you need to be back on all fours."
It stung him every time she used that name. Nevertheless, he did as he was told. His ability to resist was at an ebb. After he was there, the two women put themselves in front of him, where he could see them. Ivory had taken a tube of lubricant from her case. She indicated that he should open his mouth.
When he hesitated, she assured him, "Don't worry. This stuff is edible." He unhappily opened wide. She put a generous dollop of it on his tongue. "Your lovely wife is going to kneel in front of you, so you can reach her wang-dang-doodle. The idea is for you to get it in your mouth, so you can lube it up before it goes into your butthole."
He tried to say something, but was afraid of losing what Ivory had applied, so his words came out garbled. Jewel was already putting herself where she needed to be.
The wicked wife advised, "You'd better do a good job, if you don't want me to damage your ass while I'm popping your sissy cherry."
Dick choked a little but kept his lips apart. She inched forward until the first several inches of mock cock were past them. He used his tongue to spread the creamy stuff as well as he could. Having to fellate that pseudo-slammer was degrading. When he was done, Ivory took Jewel's place, except that she was reversed, with her titanic tush almost touching his face. He stared at the dark expanse, with that deep crevice in its middle.
She told him, "Hook that line from the middle of your forehead to the ring at the top of my harness." He did it, which forced his face to touch her ass. "Now pass the lines on the sides to me." After he did it, she snapped them to the rings on the sides of her harness. Now his nose was between her cheeks. "And give me the one in the front of your neck band, the one that splits into two." He could no longer see, so he did that by touch, and she clipped its twin ends to some part of her own harness. Now, his face was buried in her sitter. She made some sort of adjustments, perhaps moving the clips to rings further on, so that he became so deeply wedged in that it was difficult to breath.
Jewel asked him, "How are you doing in there, big shot? Do you want to tell me again about your plans for our vacation week? Or about how you're going to spend tomorrow night with your buds, drinking beer and hooting at football players on the TV? And drooling over cheerleaders? Hmmm? I can't hear you."
He tried to say something but his words were muffled. There was no way he could make himself understood.
Ivory suggested, "Take slow breaths, Mr. No Nuts. If you do, you won't faint. Pace yourself. I'm not setting you free anytime soon. That device that's holding your face in my big fat rear end is called a smother harness. This way, you won't make a lot of noise while Jewel takes your ass with that supersize rubber rammer."
Dick let out a stream of panicked words, which also were lost in the depths of Ivory's bounteous booty. His attempts ended with a sorrowful sound from his prison of flesh. He felt his bride's hands on his hips. The muscles in his back tensed up.
Jewel told him, "Relax, Sphincter Boy. This butt-buster will go in easier if you chill. It will still hurt like hell, I figure, but I won't have to work as hard to take your virginity."
He whimpered. Ivory said she thought she felt tears coming from him. Or perhaps, she considered, it was just that he was sweating like a pig.
The Black woman told him, "Show some gratitude for being allowed to worship my beautiful bung. Give it some kisses and make them sincere. Don't forget what I said before about how I might get irritated and take it out on your nuggets. You don't want an angry Black woman venting her emotions on your balls. Trust me on that one."
He made a sound that was very likely an assent. Doing what Ivory expected, he pressed his lips to her pucker. She sighed. After
several kisses she demanded some licking. When he made fresh noises of reluctance, his wife encouraged him by bumping his tightness with the head of her anal invader. That got him to rapidly start licking. Jewel told him she though Ivory would enjoy being rimmed.
"Do you know how to do that?" the wife asked rhetorically. "Just run the tip of your tongue around her rosebud in tight circles."
He moaned but did it. How much more demeaning could this become?
His unasked question was answered when Ivory told him, "You got me all heated up with that taster of yours. That's why you can't stop now. What I need is some deep affection, if you know what I mean."
When he didn't respond, Jewel explained, "She's saying she wants some soul kisses. French kisses. With your tongue inside her. Do it, stupid. Now."
He gagged but complied. There was a long, exhaled sound of satisfaction from Ivory, who followed it with, "He's going at it like he loves it. I think your husband is a total pervert. He just needed us to put him in touch with his inner freak."
Jewel laughed softly. "Kinky and a sissy too. I married a real twisted head case."
"If chubby hubby is that much of a weirdo," the Black woman concluded. "he'll go nuts for it when you plug him with your thick pork-poker."
"Yeah," the woman wearing the strap-on agreed. "His thick ass will be in pansy paradise once I'm buried to the hilt in it." As if to emphasize how well padded his seat was, she dug her fingers into its plushness. With her thumbs, she parted those twin hemispheres. The end of her battering ram touched his clenched entrance. From between Ivory's cushions, he vocally signaled his distress. It was no use. His spouse leaned into her task. The knob of that rump ravisher insisted on entrance. He cried out as she forced it to stretch his ring. Then it was in, to the accompaniment of Dick's smothered wailing. Jewel grinned to herself. She was making up for many months of enduring her husband's toxic masculinity. She sank a second inch into him and then a third, with him protesting nonstop but without being able to make himself understood.
Jewel cooed, "Don't fret, blubber butt. This is for your own good. You need to be educated about your inner self."
"Truth," asserted Ivory. "Got to put you in touch with the sissy inside." She sighed luxuriantly. "Don't let up on that bum-tonguing, No Dick. Let me hear some sounds to make me believe you're loving it. Otherwise, I might have to tighten this smother harness until you really can't breathe."
In fear of being denied oxygen, he redoubled his efforts to keep her happy. He struggled to find the right noises, incomprehensible though they were, to convince her he was relishing his odious task.
Jewel caught him off guard, burying the next two inches of girth inside him. The shock made him jab Ivory's fundament harder with his tongue. He was caught between a dildo and an ass place. It wasn't easy to regulate his breathing while he was being reamed. He fought to balance everything. His wife made a joke about how he was multitasking. When that set off Ivory's laughter, her anus squeezed his tongue.
Dick's wife observed, "Oh, damn. This dildo is getting me all wet."
"That's how it's made," Ivory told her. "Rubs you the right way while you're banging the pansy's sweet spot."
To enhance her selfish pleasure, Jewel established a steady rhythm. She pushed herself the rest of the way in and then settled into long strokes that were gratifying for her but humiliating and painful for Dick. Now his bottom hurt outside and in. His nose was flattened against the floor of Ivory's ass crack. She smelled far from fragrant back there. Sweat and oily secretions smeared his nose and lips and chin. He sensed that his bride was building toward a climax. At least, once that happened, his ordeal might be over. He told himself he could endure until then. Sure enough, she began to pant, though it was tricky for him to hear because the inner sides of the Black woman's buttocks were against his ears. At last, Jewel had her orgasm. It took place during a flurry of
thrusts that made Dick certain he would never forget this consummation. At last, she let out a long breath and slumped over his bare back. She dug her nails into his shoulders. His features were still buried between Ivory's ebony expansions.
The stranger to their home said, "Hey, Jewel. I hope you don't mind if I keep Mr. Sore Ass where he is while you get ready for what comes next, that we talked about."
"No problem," the sated wife told her. "He looks good that way. I don't have to see his dopey face. Even his spongy sitter is better than that. And I know he won't wander off and get himself into trouble. Have fun while I take a shower."
Dick thought he heard his wife leaving the room. His neck hurt from the unnatural position in which it had been for so long. His roasted and ravaged rump begged for an ice bath. He dreaded to think how long that uncomfortable state would last. He also dwelt on how his wife would see him after everything that had just transpired. It would take time to reverse all that, but he was determined to do it. He longed to be in command of her, heedless of her needs, able once more to focus exclusively on his own considerations.
Ivory stated, "I'm going to get up now. Slowly. A guy in that smother harness can sort of come along behind me. I know, because you're not the first chump I've had back there, stuck where you are. My big old ass has lots of fond memories of guys like you who got the Black Bottom treatment."
He groaned. The big woman rose in stages to her full towering height. He found himself on his knees, struggling to keep up when she walked.
She halted. "Take a minute, No Dick Man. Try touching my boots. That's the way. You like that leather, don't you? You want to run your fingers all over Ms. Ivory's sexy boots. You can picture me in your mind, all bare-assed except for them boots. You got your face in my booty and your hands on my boots. Take your time and savor it, sucker. This could be the closest you get to enjoying a woman for a long time. I think you should offer to lick your wife's pussy, if you don't want her to ditch you altogether. Hear what I'm saying? A little tongue-on-twat could let you avoid a lot of fist-punching-your-balls."
There was the threat to his testicles again. The chance of having his manhood disabled. It hit him harder than anything else. The spanking and smothering and shafting could be endured and gotten over in time, he told himself. But ruinous bashing of his balls was something with which he would have to live, perhaps as a — he could barely even form the word in his mind, it was so awful — a eunuch.
At last, he heard Jewel's voice as she reentered the room. Ivory complimented her on how attractive she looked. Why would his wife have gotten dressed up after her shower, Dick asked himself. He finally detected Ivory unfastening the multiple clips that held his head harness to her ass one. He was able to withdrew his face from the crevice and suck in revivifying air. He saw Jewel. She
was sexily attired in a tight sleeveless top that accentuated her bust, and even tighter toreador pants, with eye-catching spiked heels on her petite feet. What was going on?
Ivory inquired of her, "All ready for your date?"
"For sure. Since getting married, I've spent too much bedroom time with dick-deficient Dick. I'm primed for a real man."
"Delroy is as real as they come," Ivory guaranteed. "I can't wait," Jewel enthused.
"The bad dog should be here any time now," Ivory said with certainty.
Dick tried to take in all that. He was still woozy and disoriented from his time in ass-land. Who was this Delroy person they were talking about? If he was due to show up soon, the husband wanted to be dressed. Ivory didn't seem to care a bit that she was still naked except for boots. When the doorbell rang, Jewel told her spouse to answer it.
He whined, "Can I put on a robe or something?"
She corrected, "It's 'may I'. And no, you may not. Get over there and let my new friend in."
With his face between his hands, Dick went to the door. He tried to hide behind it as he swung it inward. Outside was a towering Black man, with broad shoulders and a barrel chest that were
shown off by a close-fitting shirt. It had short sleeves, so his powerful arms were on display. He sneered down at Dick as he entered. The quaking husband closed the door and backed up against it. Delroy went to Jewel, who greeted him with open arms. They embraced and the big man gave her a kiss. It started out gently but built into an open-mouthed tongue-tangle. Her grabbable globes were pressed against the Black man. Those dark hands slid down to squeeze the wife's desirable buttocks. When the kiss ended, she took several deep breathes.
Delroy said to Ivory, "Hey, girl. You back to your old ways? Breaking white boys and turning them into sissies?"
She cackled. "Can't turn them into what they weren't already, down inside. I'm going to be working on this one while you two are out having a good time."
Dick found his voice at last. "Hold on. You can't do that, Jewel. I forbid it." He moved confrontationally close to show how serious he was.
She laughed in his face. Then she slapped it, first open-handed and then backhanded. He staggered away, stunned. Delroy and Ivory were grinning. Dick felt obligated to assert himself. He even forgot for the moment that he was nude and had just been used like a living sex toy. When he raised his hands to Jewel, she brought up her knee and slammed it between his legs. He went over backward, to land on his fat bottom. Curled into a fetal ball, he couldn't stop groaning.
His wife planted a foot on the side of his neck. "You will never talk back to me again." She applied pressure. "Do you understand?"
He choked out the words, "Yes, dear."
"I'm going out with Delroy. Right now, you're going to thank him for being there to do what my husband can't."
Dick wanted to know, "What do you mean by...?" That was as far as he got before she again leaned her weight on him. He grunted. "Okay. I..." He sobbed.
"Say it," she told him. "Tell Delroy how happy you are that he's going to be with me."
"Thank you, Sir." Dick's voice was strangled. "I'm delighted that you and Jewel will be together." Her foot was still on his neck, so he improvised, "I'm sure you'll show her a better time than I ever could."
Jewel agreed, "That's for damn sure. In more ways than one."
To emphasize her point, she again spread her arms toward the Black visitor. Instead of hugging Jewel, he scooped her up in his long arms and held her, like a groom about to carry his new bride across the threshold. He kissed her hard. From his lowly spot on the floor, Dick had a worm's-eye view of that, and of her shapely
rear end in those clinging slacks. It was too much. He broke down and wept.
Ivory's thick lips showed a disapproving frown. She shook her head, making her earrings sway. "Typical sissy. Give them one push in the right direction and they forget how to be a man. After that, it's all downhill, straight to the primrose panty path." She told the happy couple, "You two go and have fun. Don't bother your heads about this loser. I'll be busy helping him understand who he really is. In fact, I've got something in my case for him to wear."
Delroy lowered Jewel to her feet. She acted reluctant to be let go. The two of them departed, arm in arm, and Dick watched their departure with his cheeks wet from tears.
"It's time," Ivory crowed. "First things first. A sissy like you needs to be put into panties and kept that way."
"What?" He got up onto his knees. "You can't do that to me."
Her stern scowl told him that he was wrong. When she went to the suitcase, he didn't rise or in any way suggest resistance. She came back holding out a pair of panties that were orange and covered with ruffles. He mutely shook his head. She contradicted him by nodding.
"Oh, yes," she said with certainty. "You're going to put these on. They'll look so good on that blubber butt of yours. And your teeny
weenie won't hardly make a bump in the front of them. Stand up, flabby daddy."
He stood there nervously. His testicles ached from being kneed. She handed him the lingerie. He resembled a sad cartoon character as he stepped into them and pulled them up his legs.
Ivory declared, "Perfect. The plump chump in his first pair of panties. Let's see your sissy strut." When he didn't comprehend quickly enough, she clarified impatiently, "Walk around and model them. Take real small steps and swish them girly hips."
Dick hated having to do that, but was beaten down enough by then that he didn't hesitate. Soon she had him holding his arms out to the sides, with his wrists limp and hands dangling. He had to lick his lips and flutter his eyelids. To assist with that last action, she put a set of false eyelashes on him. When she led him to an ornamental mirror in a round frame, that hung inside the front door, he was startled to see how much of a difference the fake lashes made. The reflecting surface was large enough that he could see his chest in it. Ivory stood behind him and reached around. She squeezed both side of his pectoral area to gather and push forward the soft flesh.
"Look at that," she exclaimed. "You got natural man boobs. Haw! Let me get something to show them off better."
What she got was a red corset with black trim. She fitted it around his middle and then began tightening the laces. She didn't stop until his waist was drawn in to something approximating
waspishness. There were half cups that were designed to lift a woman's small breasts. In his case, excess tissue was elevated to resemble modest tits. She slapped him playfully on the rump.
"Let's practice that wiggle-walk, bitch-boy. I can't call you Dick or even No Dick Man any more. How about for a new name you can be..." She furrowed her brow as if in deep thought, even though she and Jewel had come up previously with what to call him. "... Astrid, with the accent on the Ass." She repeated it several times, making it clear that the first syllable would always be exaggeratedly stressed. Dick was going to be reminded of his unmanly posterior every time he was addressed. "Ass-strid."
"May I please..." he tried to ask.
"You may not anything unless you talk like Astrid. Keep your voice high and soft, girl."
He said, "May I please use the toilet?" "You need to go #1 or #2? Or both?" "Uh, just #1."
"Okay. Astrid needs to tinkle. We can do that... in a little while. When we were in the kitchen — you remember that, when I spanked your blubber butt and made you cry — I spotted some dirty dishes in the sink. How about you wash them up to earn your potty privileges?"
"To earn...?" he responded in his new squeaky voice. "Why should I have to do that?"
"Because you don't want me to ban you from the bathroom, and have your wife come home to find you wet your panties."
"I'm not... You can't..." His chin dropped. He was well and truly defeated. "Yes, Ma'am."
At the sink he had to don a frilly apron. He had bought it for Jewel, as a symbol of her status as the lowly wife. Ivory knotted the long ties behind him and created a big bow. She took a beer from the fridge and opened it, so she could sit at the table and sip while watching him do his domestic chore. The husband knew his buttocks were visible as he worked. He tried not to move too much, because he didn't want them to wiggle. Each time Ivory took a drink, she set the bottle down heavily enough that he heard it, to remind him of her presence. His bladder was beginning to complain. He finished his task and thought he would be allowed to visit the loo. Instead, his taskmistress required him to dry everything by hand and put it all away. When that was done, his unrelieved innards had grown positively painful. She took her time getting him out of the apron. Once they started toward the bathroom, she made him halt.
"Day-am," she said with concern. "Your wussy walk still isn't right. Let's practice. Work those plumpers. Pretend there's some hunky dude walking behind you, and you want him to make a grab for them."
"I'm not..."
As if she hadn't heard him, she went on, "He's tall, dark and handsome. Like that rapper, Two Much."
Why did she have to imply that he would want such a thing to happen? Dick attempted to erase that idea from his mind. Instead, it took hold. Perversely, the effort to deny it gave it strength. At the same time, his bladder refused to be ignored. The combination of the overdone walk Ivory directed him to use, and how he had pressed together his thighs and hunched over slightly, due to his pee postponement, created a ludicrous sight. The Black woman suppressed her laughter and spoke with taut seriousness, as if teaching him to mince and swish were somehow vitally important.
Not until he was on the verge of an embarrassing accident, did she let him go to the toilet. He was appalled that she went in with him. He had to lower his panties primly, like a lady. Sitting on the bowl in that crushing corset was so uncomfortable. Even then, she told him to wait. A few dribbles leaked out. Ivory wagged a finger in his face and scolded him like he was being intentionally difficult.
"How do you expect your wife to respect you, if you can't even keep from pissing yourself? I'm trying to learn you to hold it when you have to."
Dick was close to breaking down and crying. When she let him
urinate, he felt disproportionate gratitude. He was learning another of her lessons, which was to feel dependent. He had to give his dick a few shakes, to shed and lingering drips.
Ivory cautioned, "But be careful, Astrid. If you shake it more than twice, you're playing with it."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Hell," she said. "That beer I had is affecting me. Get off the pot so I can use it. You know it's not healthy to wait," she advised, even though she had just made him wait so long.
After he got up, he offered, "I'll leave and give you some privacy."
"No need. Better for you to stay, in case I need anything. To help you get over being all squeamish, just kneel down in front of me. If you see the magic happen, it won't bother you so much next time."
He did as he was told. Ivory made him lean in until his nose touched porcelain. No, no, no. He was gazing over the rim at her pussy. She let loose and a thick golden stream flowed. Its acrid smell assailed his nose. This was a new and deeper form of humiliation. She stopped the stream and, just as he assumed she was done, let it go again. That happened once more. Ivory stood.
She said, "There's a dew drop down there. Give it a lick, Astrid." It was as if he was being tested. Surely, she couldn't be serious.
But she was. Her physique dominated his field of vision. He exhaled shudderingly, poked out his tongue, and ran it over her urethra, trying not to think about what he was tasting. Dick had passed the test, but in doing it he failed in a different way. He turned his eyes longingly to the sink. It would be so easy to rinse out his mouth, to follow that with a gargle of mouthwash. By then, however, he wasn't going to take any such actions without Ivory's explicit permission.
They moved to the living room. She plumped her monstrous ass on the sofa. He hated that her bare butt was on his furniture. She moved her booted feet apart and announced that he could lie on his back between them. Ivory rested her feet on his chest, just above the corset. Her phone was on the end table. She hit a preset number.
When a connection was made, she said, "Yo, Delroy my man. How goes it?"
He was on speaker, so Dick heard him say, "It goes fine. Me and Jewel just did the deed. She sure needed it done right, after her time with that loser husband."
"Truth. You two going to be back here soon?" "Yeah. In about an hour."
"I'll get the wimp ready. Tell your hot bitch her husband is learning to be a foot rest. See you when you get here."
Dick tried to absorb what he had just heard. His wife had gone to bed with Delroy. Or maybe they had done it in the back of his car, like overheated teenagers. Dick was now a cuckold. She had cheated and he would never be able to forget it. His head spun.
About five minutes later, Ivory declared, "Time to see what else I got in that trick bag of mine. You're going to love this one, Astrid."
What she took from her collection was like the dildo harness and the smother harness, but larger and more complicated. It turned out that it was meant to be put on Dick. She got him naked and began working. Narrow straps circled various parts of his nude body. As they were clipped to each other by short extensions, if forced him into a slight crouch, with his arms bent at his sides. He couldn't walk but only shuffle. She squatted in front of him. He felt her fitting a ring around his penis, just behind the head, tightly enough that it would stay there. Then she attached something to the ring. The next time he moved, a ting-a-linging sound was produced. A slight weight was swinging from the ring. There was a bell hanging from his dick.
Ivory threw back her head and laughed. "Look at you, Astrid. All bound up and no place to go. Wonder what Jewel is going to do when she sees you. And Delroy."
"No. Please. You can't leave me like this." "Why not?"
"It's shameful. I'm so exposed."
"You sure are. That's part of the fun. Now walk yourself around the house. Maybe the exercise will help you get rid of that bossy attitude, so you'll stop telling me what I can and can't do."
"Ms. Ivory..."
"Or would you rather I hook your balls to that band between your ankles, with a line just the right length to keep pulling down on your nuts?"
"My testicles," he whispered with protective concern.
Dick moved forward with his bell dinging. Ivory gave his bottom a motivating slap. He made a strangled sound and kept going. From room to room, she followed him. The big Black woman had been correct about how his struggles would make him stop and think before speaking. He didn't try once to convince her he needed to rest or that his back and legs were hurting from his unnatural posture. As much as he wanted to have the bell removed, he didn't bring that up either. By the time they were done, he was trembling all over and his rump suffered added soreness from the regular swats she had given it. Ivory positioned him facing the front door.
"Those lovebirds texted me," she said. "They should be here any time now, assuming they don't sneak in some more sex before they finish the drive."
Dick moaned. He was left like that, dreading the return of his wife and the appearance of Delroy. He twitched occasionally, which produced that unwanted ringing. At last, he heard a car pull up out front. He tensed. The front door opened. Jewel entered, looking smugly satisfied. When she saw him, she grinned widely.
"Hello, husband dearest," she said. "That's a good look for you."
Before he could react, Delroy stepped from behind her. He seemed bigger than Dick remembered, as tall as a basketball player and as broad as a football quarterback. The husband reflexively retreated, which wasn't easy in his full-body bondage. The pair in front of him heard his bell. Jewel checked and when she saw what Ivory had done, it sent her into peals of laughter.
After she regained her voice, she told Delroy, "He's got a cute little bell hanging off his cute little pecker. That's too damn funny."
"Hey," Delroy said to Dick. "Be a good bell-boy and make some music for us." When the other didn't do anything, his Black tormentor said, "NOW."
Dick shifted from foot to foot. He wagged his hips. The bell rang nonstop. He inched around in a tight circle. By the time Delroy permitted him to stop, there were pinpoints of perspiration on his forehead.
A sudden inspiration came to Dick. Jewel had agreed to his plans. He had to be freed so he could go and watch the game on TV
tomorrow and then head for Vegas with his wife. Of course. Those arrangements were his ticket to freedom.
He said, "Hey. The guys will be expecting me for that playoff game tomorrow."
Jewel shook her head, with a sad expression that was as exaggerated as it was false. "Sorry. You can call them and give your regrets. In fact, I'll have you phone them individually. You'll say that your wife isn't letting you go, because you didn't do your housework."
"But... but..."
"Would you rather I made the calls, and gave them the real reasons? Maybe with a few photos to back up the facts?"
"No. Not that." He thought desperately. It was time to play his ace in the hole. "The day after tomorrow, we leave for our vacation."
"Plans got changed." "We're not going?" "You're not. I am." "Alone?"
She turned toward Delroy, who took her in his long arms and embraced her tightly. They shared a long passionate kiss. His hands freely pawed her ass.
To Dick she said, "You've been replaced for the vacation. I hope our room has a big bed."
He wanted to know, "Am I being left here by myself?"
Ivory stepped up to him and cupped his chin in her hand. "I'll be with you for the entire week."
Dick's heart fell. "Noooo."
She told Jewel, "Don't you worry about a thing. Ivory is going to take care of your husband's fat rear end. By the time you honeymooners get back, his head will be all turned around. I guarantee. Ms. Hunter always gets the job done, with permanent results."
From between his legs, Dick's bell tinkled sadly. *********
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Brianna Demonet
Is there a part 2? There has to be more!
