From My New Book

Here's a tidbit from one of my new Chastity Cuckold Tales. Do enjoy.

Mistress Constance

He shuddered as the ice chilled his nipples; he felt them going numb and his hands pulled away the ice cubes.

Her reaction was immediate, the slap of her hand on his cheek breaking the silence in the room. “Keep that ice on there!”

“It’s so cold,” he whined, “I can’t feel them.”

She pushed his hands away, her fingers cruelly pinching and twisting the frigid buds. “Well I can feel them.”

He grimaced at her assault.

“And I want them nice and perky for our guest.” She gave them a final vicious pinch and released them. “Ice them down, slut.”

His hands reached for more ice cubes from the bucket and pressed them to his breasts. “Yes, Mistress; I’m sorry Mistress.”

Margaret Claremont glared down at her kneeling husband. At six-foot, six-five in her designer stilettos, she loomed over her five-seven husband. Even so, her elegant footwear only put her eye-to-eye with her strapping lover, Chad. Her mane of auburn hair fell in sensuous waves to her shoulders. The green eyes that glowed warm for Chad were cold for her slave/husband. “Twenty more minutes, and Chad’s daughter will be here for your interview.” Her voice took on a mocking quality as she said interview. “You will address her as Mistress Diana and answer every question—politely and truthfully. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You should be grateful that Chad is allowing you to help Diana with her Master’s thesis and in working her way through college.”

“Of course Mistress; anything to please you and Master Chad.” Thomas looked up to see Master Chad put his arm around Margaret and pull her close. His lips nuzzled her neck, and Margaret closed her eyes and sighed as the Alpha Male’s hand caressed her breast.

Both gazed down at the hapless chastised, cuckold husband. Thomas knelt, sitting back on his haunches on a pink rug, his back against the sofa. He was naked, his thighs spread to reveal the chastity device that imprisoned his cock. His brown and graying hair, growing long so Mistress Margaret could style it, framed a face with average features—and frightened eyes.

“So how many will this be?” Margaret asked.

“This one will be My Daddy Fucks Your Wife – fifteen,” Chad said.

“Goodness,” Margaret’s hand slid down to the bulge at Chad’s groin, “you’ve been quite the busy Bull.”

Chad nibbled her ear, “So many beautiful women with cuckold chastised husbands, it does keep me busy; a veritable labor of love.” He looked at his watch, “We should get ready.”

Thomas watched his wife and Chad turn and walk hand-in-hand from the room.