Austin and Riley Part 15







From Corbin’s perspective it was like having two submissive, but wary girls in the bedroom.

The wife Riley, hanging onto his every instruction with wide eyed eagerness. The dumb, sissy, cuck hanging to his every instruction but as much from fear of the consequences than an eagerness to obey.

Corbin, couldn’t give a shit for the reason for compliance, he just didn’t want to be challenged by either of his toys. Being challenged was a time consuming irritation that delayed his fun.

He dropped his sports bag near the door and pulled back his shoulders to adopt his relaxed, commanding presence.

“Get your dress off, slut,” he said quietly to Riley.

She giggled and grew short breathed as she turned her back on her hubby maid.

Like all good sissy maids, he instinctively knew what she wanted and pulled down the zipper of her silver dress, surprised at how tight it held together her clingy garment.

Her dress slid down her body over her bare legs revealing her white bra and panties. She blushed, looking up at her Bull for approval.

Corbin said, “Hot as ever slut.”

She giggled self consciously, putting her hands over the front of her tiny tight panties.

“Now you maid,” Corbin said, with more force, “Get that maid’s dress off. Right now.”

After his punishment earlier, Austin didn’t hesitate for a second. He immediately unbuttoned the front of the genuine hotel maid’s dress, until it fell loose about him.

He pulled it down, feeling his cheeks heat up as his body-hugging, black corset came into view. Self-consciously, he tugged down the uniform dress over his hips so his pink panties with the embarrassing ruffles popped into view.

Corbin laughed, “Don’t you look a sight, maid.”

Austin hung his head, as his wife, leaned across and kissed her hubby on his cheek for support.

“I think you look wonderful.”

She rubbed her palm up the ribboned corset back and they exchanged two red faced smiles of mutual understanding.

“Ok, maid. You’re going to be unlocked and permitted to have sex with your Mistress.”

Austin took in a deep breath and found himself replying, “Thank you, Sir.”

Then he wished he hadn’t said anything. Why should he have to thank this bully for being allowed to make love to his own wife?

“But first maid, you’re going to see how a real man shags the brains out of your Mistress. Take off my jacket.”

Again, the instruction was issued quietly. Calmly, as if expecting nothing other than compliance.

Clip clopping across the floor in his heels, Austin stood behind the Bull and pulled his smooth, designer jacket from his shoulders and down his shirt sleeved arms.

Somehow Corbin looked even tougher with his muscles and square shoulders outlining the crisp white shirt.

“Hang up my jacket in the wardrobe. If there is so much as a crease in it, then you’ll be sorry.”

Swallowing hard Austin carefully carried out his instructions. No maid ever took more time over hanging a jacket on a hanger than Austin at that moment.

In what felt like an excruciatingly long time, but was only about five minutes, Austin removed each item of clothing from the Bull that he was instructed to do so.

Finally, a confident Corbin stood, in just his dark blue boxers, his hairy chest, arms and legs showing firm muscles. But what caught Austin’s attention was the extraordinary thick, bulge snaking down the insides of his boxers. It was brutally big, yet only semi erect.

“Good girl,” Corbin sneered. “Now watch and learn, so that when it’s your turn you can screw your Mistress properly. Maybe not like a man, but like an eager little boy.”

Laughing, Riley playfully slapped her lover’s sexy bare chest, “Aw, stop it. You are so cruel!”

“Lie on the bed slut. Spread those slutty thighs for the man in your life.”

Austin saw his wife’s demeanour change. Her laughter fell away into a sleepy, wide eyed expression.

She robotically stepped backwards and sat on the bed, before pulling back the quilt and lying down. Her gorgeous bare legs shifted a few inches apart.

Austin felt his dick fill his chastity cage. For fuck’s sake he wanted her. He needed to shag his wife. Why the hell did he have these subby, cuck fantasies when he possessed such a gorgeous, sexy wife? He became light headed with need. He would never share her again.

Corbin slapped the outside of Riley’s thighs with the back of his hand.

“Wider, slut!”

She complied, her legs spreading as if on a spring. Her blonde hair cascading across the pillow, her hooded eyes fixed on this masculine, brutish presence towering over her.

Corbin pulled down his boxers, stepping out of them as both husband and wife drank in the sight before them with a chorused gasp.

His cock was now semi erect yet must already be seven inches. It was so fat it would be difficult to grip it.

Corbin pulled a little on it, and instantly it powered up to eight inches of thick cock sticking threateningly out before him, like a weapon.

Riley arched her back, and shook her head, with a long animal groan.

“Please. Oh please.”

Austin had never seen his wife so wanton. Normally she viewed lesbian porn online to get into the mood to make love with him. Yet here she was, desperately alive and in need of the cock that was, by now, pointing arrogantly at the ceiling.

On the tip of the astonishing cock a golden gleam reflected the bedroom lamps light.

Corbin climbed between Riley’s legs, kicking them further apart and making her moan deeper. Her noises were animal like, arising from deep inside her tummy.

Never before had Austin witnessed any woman reacting like this.  

The hard cock pushed at Riley’s body hugging white panties like a boxer’s fist jabbing an opponent into submission.

She squealed, grabbing at his shoulders, trying to drag him into her.

But he just grinned, a man fully in charge. He pressed into her, and then used his fingers to peel back her panties and press his cock head against her pussy.

The following moments left Ausitn in deep shock. As soon as the head entered his wife, so Riley, the woman he had known so closely for the last four years, orgasmed.

Her back arched, her fingernails became talons on the Bull’s back, as she pressed herself deep onto his much desired cock. Her scream was that of a wounded animal. Her hips pulsated and shook, forcing the bed to almost bounce in the room.

Austin had only ever seen her cum when she used her fingers, even when he was making love to her. She would press her fingers against her clit to make herself cum. But even then her orgasms were quiet, controlled. Nothing like what Austin witnessed.

Right now it was as if she couldn’t stop cumming.

Finally, her body stopped quaking and she wrapped her arms drowsily around her lover’s back, her thighs gripping his hairy legs.

“Fuck me, you bastard,” she mumbled.

He began a slow rhythmic pumping action, and in moments she came again. This time her legs tightening vice like around her lover’s thighs. Her back arched, almost painfully.

Again, the hoarse animalistic noise emanating from deep within her.

Austin felt his confined dick squirt into his panties.

If he was allowed to, he would have sat down. His legs were feeling weak, and shaky.

A short while after this orgasm, Riley opened her eyes just enough to smile at her lover, her pink lips hanging open.

Unbelievable, Austin thought. How many times had she cum? And with such intensity. He had never before seen anything like that, even in online videos.

Corbin’s hips recommenced their pushing, and again, Riley gripped her lover as if trying to capture him, her body responding to his every movement.

“I’m gonna cum deep inside you, bitch,” Corbin said through clenched teeth, as if he were in a fight.

“Yes. Yes. Oh yes.”

And then they both seemed to explode.

Corbin grinding with staggering hostility and Riley reacting with screams and groans.

Corbin came. And then he came. And he continued to cum.

He was like a machine and throughout his performance Riley simply shook her head and shouted and squealed.

Finally, the earthquake subsided, and the couple gently kissed, their forces spent.

A half-awake Riley let herself be cuddled and held by Corbin as she, in a daze, kissed at his face.

Austin was beside himself. He had seen Riley being made love to before by Bulls, but she never reacted as she just had. It was as if she completely lost herself. He found himself rubbing futilely at his imprisoned cock through the silky, ruffled panties. His head lolled back, he was desperate to cum. Totally desperate and the thought of being able to make love to his wife filled his senses with need.

As Corbin rose stiffly from the bed, Austin could see a trail of golden liquid hanging from his still semi erect tool. How could he be so big?

“Ok, maid, your turn. Show me how you can make your Mistress cum.”

“Y-y-yes, Sir,” he squeaked under his breath, unable to speak.

He made to pull down his panties, but Corbin was now on his feet, and totally naked and totally the centre of power in the room.

“Keep your frillies on, maid.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Austin wasn’t able to think. He stared at his wife, still in her white lingerie, her hair matted with sweat, her panties darkened with juices from her love making with her Bull.

“Lie on the bed next to your Mistress, maid,” Corbin said, unzipping his sports bag.

Austin climbed onto the bed, feeling the corset crush his tummy. He worried his heels might catch the sheets and tear them, so laid down carefully.

His wife opened her eyes, and stared blankly at her husband, in his cute blonde hairstyle and light make up. He looked so adorable and harmless especially in the same room as her commanding Bull. The contrast was delightful. She smiled softly before closing her eyes, half a dream away from sleep.

Corbin was far from sleep. He was busily opening up two pairs of heavy duty handcuffs.

“Wrists,” he said without emphasis.

Austin complied as if hypnotised, holding up his arms. Corbin locked one set of cuffs around each wrist.

The Bull tugged one arm of the cuck’s up towards the metal barred bedhead. He clunked the handcuff around one bar and then, kneeling on the bed stretched Austin’s other arm so that it was far from the first one and ratcheted the cuff shut around the nearest bar.

Suddenly, Austin felt alarm. His arms spread wide around his head made him feel totally vulnerable. If he were playing a game with Riley, this would be fun, but with the authoritative Corbin taking control it was decidedly scary. He pulled on the chains and found they had no give in them at all. He was firmly held helpless until released.

But if the cuffs were alarming, they were nothing compared with the contraption Corbin dragged clanking from his sports bag.

It was a telescopic spreader bar, with two black leather cuffs at either end. Austin could see that the bar could be elongated and held firm by a clip. It could be opened wider or pulled narrower.

“Ankles bitch,” Corbin said.

An alarmed Austin pulled his legs away from the dominant male, feeling his stockings rub on the smooth sheets.

“Erm, Sir. I am not sure …”

Corbin slapped Austin’s thigh, just above his stocking tops, making him squeal. He then gripped one ankle and swiftly wrapped the leather cuff about it. Seconds later he did the same with the second, leaving Austin’s ankles held together, firmly fixed some eight inches apart.

Pulling out the fixing clip, Corbin stretched out the two bars pushing Austin’s stockinged ankles a couple of feet wide, before reinserting the clip.

He grunted as if satisfied, with his actions.

Spread eagled, on his back, Austin felt a cold wave of panic sweep through him.

“Sir, please. I don’t like this.”

Corbin stared blankly at him and nodded, as if he heard the plaintive words from the dumb cuck, but that they simply didn’t matter to him.

A sleepy Riley emitted a soft, “Oh.”

Her eyes were barely open, but she was taking in the bondage of her Hubbie. He was secured by his wrists to the headboard, and his high heeled feet were forced apart.

Inwardly she thought, ‘wow’. It was such a hot sight. Her maid was absolutely helpless. She yawned and woozily pushed herself up trying to stay awake for whatever her inventive Bull had planned.

“So, maid,” Corbin said matter of factly, “you want to shag your slut of a wife?”

Austin hated hearing his wife referred to as a slut by this odious bully, but he desperately needed to cum, so just nodded yes.

“Here’s how it works, maid. You must make her cum just once. Just that one time. You saw how many times I made her cum. So not hard is it? Then you can stay out of your chastity cage all night. How about that?”

Again, Austin didn’t want to upset the Bull, as he so needed to cum so keenly, he nodded as he said, “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

Austin knew that his wife could cum by playing with herself when he was shagging her, so he knew he was in a win-win situation.

As we all know, silly sissy cucks are never in a win-win situation, but right now Austin was only concerned with one matter. Cumming inside his adorable wife, the woman he loved.

“Of course,” Corbin continued, as if thinking through options, “If you fail there will be consequences. Like, I’ll lock you in my chastity cage.”

Even in Austin’s fevered state he was able to reason that it wouldn’t matter whose cage he was locked in if he failed. Besides, Riley always tickled her clit when he made love to her. So she was bound to cum.

Dipping his hand into his neatly hung up jacket pocket, Corbin retrieved the key to Austin’s chastity cage.

Austin groaned at the sight of it. In seconds he would be unlocked!

It took a little longer as Corbin hated the wetness of the plastic cage inside the cuck’s frilly pink panties. But eventually he pulled it off, letting the cuck’s dribbling prick rise free. Corbin pulled the ring from behind the ball sack cruelly off making Austin squeal.


“Is that it?” Corbin laughed at the sight before him.

The husband felt defensive. He always convinced himself he was average in penis size, sissy cucks often do. It’s a self deceit that helps them get through the day.

Feeling defensive, Austin immediately croaked, “Sir, it isn’t erect yet.”

“Glad to hear it!” Corbin continued to chuckle.

An exhausted Riley crawled down the bed, feeling sorry for her silly Hubbie.

“Aw,” she said. “Let’s see what I can do.”

She was going to suck it, but the little dick looked so ineffectual in comparison to the monster cock of Corbin’s that she had been sucking for the last few days. So she simply ran her fingers up and down the damp shaft until it hardened and rose to point apologetically at the ceiling.

“There,” she said.

Corbin thought this was hysterical.

“You had to put up with that before you met me?”

Riley giggled, “Oh stop it. Not many guys are built like you.”

Corbin let his ego expand with the compliment.

“Ok, let’s see some action here,” he said. “Though it will be more like lesbian action, when your maid is so insignificant down there.”

Riley shook her head with a sleepy grin at her lover, “You are awful, you know.”

She clambered over her husband’s bound frame.

Austin’s eyes widened at the sight of his hot wife still in her white lingerie, hovering above him. Oh my God! She was the sexiest woman he had ever known!

When her boobs jiggled in the bra his hips jabbed upwards. He just needed to be inside her. To take her. To own her.

Parting her panties she settled down on her husband’s cock.

Austin was shocked.

“I can’t feel you!”

“Oh silly. Sir has widened me. You saw how big he is. It takes a while to go back to normal.”

Corbin chortled. “Dumb arsed sissy. How you gonna make your Mistress cum if she cannot even feel you?”

With renewed vigour Austin pounded at his wife’s pussy, but she seemed unaware of anything. Gone was her screaming, moaning and gyrating when Corbin took her. She simply appeared tired and dreamy.

“Come on dumb maid,” Corbin grinned. “Let’s see you put some effort into it!”

Austin felt a pang of fear as he pushed harder and harder.

Riley smiled, her eyelids barely able to stay open, “Let me help you, maid.”

She pushed her fingers down her panties hunting for her clit.

The slap to her pantied arse shook her awake.

Corbin said, “Naughty, naughty. I want to see your maid in action.” Then he grinned, showing his teeth, like an animal hunting its prey. “And there’s not much action right now!”

Quickly she snatched her hand from her panties feeling aroused at obeying her Sir.

She leaned down and kissed her Hubbie on his nose and winked. Then she stretched forwards lying on top of him, pushing her clit around until she felt his little dick rub against it.

She moaned at the first impact and then moved tighter to it and let out a long groan.

Corbin could see what she was doing, and said, quietly, “You know a lot of your doors aren’t fitted properly.”

Her movements stopped, as she looked around at her lover. “Oh, I know. Hubby isn’t very practical really.”

“Well, I know a guy who can sort that. Check all your kitchen cupboard doors too.”

“Really?” She was now wide awake, “My god, they’ve been crap for years.”

Austin couldn’t believe this. He was working so hard at fucking his own wife and she was more concerned with cupboard doors!

“Mistress!” Austin said, as if in pain.

She glanced down at him as if remembering he was present. “Oh, you should cum now, maid. Be a good maid and just cum.”

But he couldn’t! Without some friction to help him, he just could not ejaculate.

His frustration was exacerbated as he saw his sexy wife rise up off his dick. Once sitting upright, she reached down with her hand to gently rub his hard cock. And he exploded. And exploded. And exploded again.

All those days of pent-up need betraying him. His hips had a dancing life of their own.

He groaned loudly as his final cum spurted out like a fountain.

Corbin grabbed Riley’s sweaty blond hair and kissed her harshly. As he pulled away he grinned in triumph.

“Your maid even cums like a girl.”

Riley found herself laughing and her pussy aching for her cruel lover’s big hard cock.

Corbin’s cock was its enormous self again, pushing out of him like a monstrous animal.

“Clean up your maid’s pussy and pull down her panties,” Corbin said.

Lazily, she went to the ensuite to retrieve a flannel. She ran the tap until the water was hot and soaked the flannel before drying it out, leaving it moist and warm.

She returned to see Corbin opening a small cardboard box.

As she set about cleaning her husband, with his pink ruffled panties pulled clear, she noticed the horror on her husband’s eyes.

He was staring at Corbin. She turned around to see her lover holding up a small metallic contraption. She instantly recognised it as an intricate chastity cage. She noted the circular metal, she understood would go behind the balls, but the actual cage was small and oddly curved that it didn’t look like it could fit over a penis.

Austin started jabbering. “Sir, no please. I’ll put on my old one. I promise.”

Corbin raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. “Will you? I don’t think so. Your days of cheap plastic cages from China are over. This is made of tungsten. The same tungsten they make bullets from.” He moved closer to hold it before the horrified face of the dumb cuck maid. “Once I lock you in this, you are in my wheelhouse. You are mine. You will feel more owned than a puppy being taken for a walk by its master.”


Austin’s hands pulled at his cuffs, but there was little give, and with his ankles prised apart he could attain very little movement.

Tears of fear and apprehension washed from his huge eyes.

Riley bent down and pushed up her husband’s bangs from his forehead with her palm and kissed at the salty tears.

“I want you to be an extra strong, brave maid for me,” she said with a soft soothing tone. “Will you do that, babes? For me?”

Austin’s lips parted into a big, shocked O shape as he shook his head.

“Please. No. No. We must stop this game now. What’s our safe word?”

“Aw, maid,” Riley cooed. “You don’t have one. Isn’t that such a shame?”

Austin frantically pulled at his steel bonds, but they were unyielding.

“Riley, please. Riley! This is too far.”

That look. That look of his wife’s that he has never seen before they met up with Corbin and she became his Mistress. Where the eyes narrow, the lips grow hard and straight. As if her soul is darkening.

Leaning her head to one side, as if to study him, she said, “I hate it when you use my name now. You’ve lost that right. You gave it away. You are mine. You are my maid! I do not want to hear my name on your lips ever again.” She leaned closer, so that Austin could feel the heat from her breath. “You got that?”

In fear he nodded.

Corbin lifted up the limp apology of Austin’s manhood and began the process of pushing the metallic ring over one ball.

“You know,” he said to his slut. “I think once I’ve locked up your maid, we need to teach her about how to address others. Get it sunk into the maid’s little brain.”

Riley’s response was to kiss at her lover’s unshaven face as if she were a hungry cat devouring a meal.

Riley squealed as the tungsten ring pinched over the second ball.

This just couldn’t be happening. Tears stung his eyes.

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