his Decent into Slavery 13

Chapter 13

The room was very quiet. My head was totally immobilized due to the collar earlier applied. I could still smell Margaret’s scent on my penis. She was a very forward woman.
I hung there and sleep enveloped me as I was so tired. Even standing like this, it was possible to sleep. I drifted off into a world where Sarah the slave was dining with me. The food was sensational and her legs were wrapped around mine under the table. Then we danced, but it was a stage where everyone was watching us. She took her top off and wanted me to suck her breasts. The dream was so confusing. I suddenly woke to the door opening and two slave girls walking in.

They had a leather head restraint of sorts, a clear plastic funnel with a bendy tube on it, a bottle and plastic tube. Neither wore any clothes apart from Rebecca’s “R” that hung from a collar around their necks. They both hesitated for a moment when they saw her brand on my groin, then walked towards me. The leather harness was placed over my head and secured. The plastic funnel was pushed into my mouth and then bent thru 90 degrees so that the funnel faced upward waiting for fluid to be poured into it. Then one of the slaves applied gel to my now relaxed cock head and slid the small tube into my bladder thru my penis. It was secured with tape and a collection bottle positioned on the floor for my urine to pour out of it’s own accord. And it certainly did after the feed from Margaret’s breasts.

Nothing was said and they left the room leaving me in a submissive position again.

I slept again, but grappled with the funnel tube pushed hard into my mouth.

The door opened again after a few hours and there was my wife looking a little bit bold having had a few wines. Her nipples were nearly poking out over the top of her low cut gown. She made an amazing figure of a woman. Any man would look over his shoulder if she was on his arm in case a Donald Trump tried to steel her.

“You missed a wonderful dinner darling” she slightly slurred. “You were the talk of the table. I think a few women want your sperm, especially now you’ve had your implant. You know, Margaret needs to be your PR person. She didn’t stop talking about your length or how well you breast fed from her.”

Rebecca had a glass of wine in her hand that I thought was going to flow everywhere as her hand gyrated as she talked. Maybe there was some jealousy in her eyes as she spoke. A bit stupid as here I was tethered at the end of her bed, married to her, a large “R” in my groin and her portrait on my back. What more did she require?

“Margaret might need babies from you, and Whip said the same. I never want babies” she slurred. “They hurt too much when they come out and then they want you all the time.”

The wine now was overspilling her glass and red stains were forming on her carpet. I didn’t think she was like this as she seemed so in control of herself. I hung there with the tubes and funnel attached listening to her.

“You know, you’re different to what I expected. I thought it was easy to share you. Why can’t you be a bastard like most men? Look at you hanging there. Why aren’t you fighting me.”

With that she slipped out of her dress and sat against the headboard of her bed, knees pulled up and wide apart showing all her womanhood to me.

“Do you like being married to me David?”

I spoke despite the tube in my mouth.

“Of course mistress, I do like our marriage” even though it was like this and I never experienced sex with her.

“Are my breasts better than your ex girlfriends.” she said bringing her hand to one of them and lifting it up.

“Yes mistress, they are stunning and so is your vagina.”

“Then why do I want to share you?” She began to cry.

I hung there and thought how will I ever understand a woman. She has me like this and yet she still appears jealous of other women.

“God you balls are big, you know you have to make many other women pregnant so I can keep this place going, don’t you?”

That was interesting as I didn’t realize it was like that. She lay there playing with herself and then helped herself to another glass of red wine.

“I’ve got to pee” she said.

She grabbed the bottle next to her bed and let go. It was a torrent. The wine was catching up with her. Now she walked up to me and poured the bottle into my funnel. I swallowed as fast as I could and soon learned using my tongue I could halt the flow until I could swallow more.

“You will always drink my piss until you die.” she said.

Then she stumbled back to her bed.

“You know, I’m like this because I’m always in control of my feelings. I don’t respect men. They see my body as a sex object, not who I am for my mind. I bought you and married you to take control of a man. I wanted to mark you so desperately. You now wear my initial and have the biggest balls in the world. Don’t you hate me for all this?” she bleated out.

“No mistress, I love you” I gurgled out as I tried to stop the flow of her urine to speak.

“You know, it’s not so much Sienna and Margaret wanting babies to you, I can understand that as they are both mature and at their age that’s natural, but it’s young Sarah who you were with that’s fallen in love with you. She’s my baby girl!!
Why was that?”

“I don’t know mistress, it was an approved mating by you to happen soon.” I replied

“Sorry David, I’ve had too much to drink … not like me. I’m going to say this now while my mind is open and not self controlled by me. I want a child to you too. I know I said never, but you are different to most bastard men. I am seeing what Sienna said to me, but what I have over everyone one is, I own you.”

She then spread herself very wide and wiped her vagina with her finger and licked it. Then she crawled under her blankets and turned the light off.

“You’ll keep an eye on me overnight won’t you sweetheart” she said and with that collapsed into a deep sleep.

My night continued, naked at the foot of my wife’s bed. I slept a while until she woke and peed into her bottle. Next it went into my funnel. She went back to bed like everything was normal. I drank her pee but found no effect of any wine in it.

The morning light began as I heard birds chirping to bring in a new day. I’d been hanging now for nearly 10 hours and my hunger started again. Rebecca was soundly sleeping when Margaret walked into the room. She removed my head gear and placed her nipple at my mouth. I sucked like a young calf as I was so hungry. 20 minutes later she swapped breasts and I continued feeding. When she was finished she crawled into bed with Rebecca. I watched her head under the sheets move down to between her legs where it stayed. Rebecca then moaned and seemed to hump under the linen.

“Shit, shit, shittttt. I”m coming, Jesus, oh God.” she yelled.

“Good morning lover” Margaret greeted her.

“What was that for?’ Rebecca asked startled.

“That’s for last nights dinner and for saying yes to me having a baby with David”

“Oh shit, my head. Did I say that, um, yeah I did, yeah good, yeah ok Margaret.”

Where was her mind last night I thought. All those things she asked and said to me.
Probably all bullshit. Hey, men are bastards as she said. Check out a woman. She can break your heart so easily I thought.