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Doorman

I had finally achieved what I had always worked towards all my life,
a lifestyle and living situation most men would envy and dream of
but few could ever attain. In my early thirties, I was in my
physical and intellectual prime and, with my position as a senior
attorney at a prestigious law firm was quite well-off financially.
My wife is beautiful enough to be considered a trophy wife, except
for the fact that she has brains and money in abundance as well. You
see, Sandra comes from a family that owns an upscale chain of
national stores, and so has always been wealthy enough to afford the
finest of whatever she's desired. This included an education at the
finest schools, where her natural intelligence enabled her to rise
to the top even there. I was in awe of Sandra when we first met at a
social function, and flattered when she seemed to show interest in
conversation with me. When we began dating and eventually married, I
felt like the luckiest man alive!

So, as I said, I truly felt on top of the world as Sandra and I
settled into a luxurious two-bedroom duplex apartment in a doorman
building in an upscale part of the city. But there is a reason why
I've spoken of my situation in the past tense, and Sandra's in the
present tense. You see, my reality has changed drastically in the
past year. Come to think of it, Sandra's has as well, but the
differences in our respective changes have been like night and day,
and it has all been orchestrated and determined by Sandra!

It all began a year ago. Our building had just gotten a new doorman,
and from the little contact I'd had with him my opinion was he
wouldn't last long. I was surprised by Sandra's reaction when I
shared these feelings with her: "Oh really, Mel? That's a shame,
he's a handsome man and with a little self-confidence would be able
to fit in well here I'm sure." Once again I was impressed by
Sandra's sharp perceptions, as I shared her opinion that the new
doorman's chief liability was his obvious insecurities. "Well,
that's not our concern, dear" I remarked, eager to change the topic
to one that would lead to a quenching of the insatiable lustful
desire I felt whenever I was around Sandra in private.

I was surprised and disappointed to hear Sandra's
response: "actually, I think I would like to.", and when I
questioned her meaning was dismayed to learn that transforming the
new doorman into a self-confident and competent man was going to be
her new project!

I knew better than to try and change Sandra's mind about anything,
but when she started involving me in her plans to transform the
doorman into an assertive, self-confident man I tried to
complain. "What's the matter Mel, is your macho status feeling
threatened?" Sandra asked me when I voiced my concerns. I knew I was
being manipulated, yet felt I had no choice but to give in and
cooperate with Sandra's plans. When I followed her orders and told
Jimmy (the doorman) that my wife wanted to see him in our apartment
and that I'd cover for him at the lobby counter, he gushed his
thanks and ran to the elevator. I don't know what my wife said or
did with Jimmy in the couple of hours he was up in our place, but he
was like a different person when he came back down.
Doorman 2

"Hey Mel, that's some wife you got there!" Jimmy said with a broad
smile as he got off the elevator and approached me as I stood behind
his station counter. I was shocked, as he'd always referred to me
respectfully as Mr. Stone prior to this. He'd always looked a little
frightened of me as well, and I have to admit I enjoyed the feelng.
We were both the same height and weight, around six feet and 180
pounds, but I'd always felt bigger as I stood upright whereas Jimmy
was usually slightly crouched and cowering when we spoke. Well, this
was like a new Jimmy in front of me now as he stood up tall and
looked me square in the eye. I'm not naturally aggressive and I
reacted instinctively to Jimmy's new assertiveness with a feeling of
intimidation, as I responded "ye..yes, she sure is, thanks Jimmy". I
said, and was surprised to see Jimmy's smile disappear at hearing my
words. "Jimmy is a k**'s name. My name is James, you got that Mel?"
I was appalled! Here he was using my first name in an informal way,
and demanding I address him more respectfully! But my wife had made
it clear that I was to be respectful towards Jimmy, er, that is,
James, and I knew I'd be in serious trouble if I didn't support his
new confident attitude, so I swallowed my pride and replied "yes,
sure, James it is" and then, in an attempt at humor, I
added "whatever you say, sir!"

Well, James didn't take it as a joke, and his smile returned as he
commented "that's more like it, Melvin. I like the sound of you
calling me Sir, so let's make that the way you address me from now
on. You got that, Melvin?" This was going too far! I was tempted to
verbally put this smart aleck down, but again remembered Sandra's
caution to me that I support James' newfound confidence in any way I
could, so I held my tongue and just nodded. But James wasn't about
to let this test of his power over me go that easily, and he
said "what was that, Melvin, I couldn't hear your response". I took
a deep breath and replied "yes sir, James, it will be my pleasure to
address you as "sir" from now on, sir" and my guts churned inside as
I saw James' grin grow wider before he spoke again: "That's a good
boy, Melvin. Now you just keep up the good work doing my job for me
down here, I'm going back up to your apartment for awhile longer."
This sounded too insane to believe, and I blurted out "hey Jimmy,
er...I mean James, hold on a minute here! I've got important things
to do, and I think you've taken enough of my wife's time today."
But instead of the subdued reaction I expected, James' smile turned
into a sneer as he replied "oh yeah, your wife said she wants to
work with me on my attitude a little longer, but if you want to tell
her you don't like her plans you just go right ahead, Melvin!"

Melvin, he called me Melvin again! Noone had called me Melvin since
I was a c***d, and now this arrogant SOB was flaunting his newfound
dominant attitude in my face and daring me to rebel! And he
obviously knew of my wife's superior status in my mind and that I
would never oppose her, and was taking full advantage. As I watched
James saunter to the elevator to take it back up to my apartment, I
shuddered as I wondered what else he was taking!
Doorman 3

It felt like I was living in a nightmare! As I stood in the lobby of
my building at the doorman's station, I stammered and my face turned
red as the other residents came and left when they questioned why I
was there. "Er..ah..I, I'm just helping out Jimmy, um, I mean James
for a few minutes, he had to do something, heh, heh." In my mind I
was thinking, sure, do something like screw my wife! But there was
nothing I could do, although I was determined to put James in his
proper place when he came back down by letting him know I demanded
contined respectful treatment from him!

The problem was, when James came back downstairs he was accompanied
by my wife! I felt at a loss for words, but that was alright as my
wife was clearly in control of the situation anyway. I saw James
with his cocky grin at her side as she turned to me before they went
out the front door: "Ah, Mel, so good of you to help out and cover
for James. We should be back soon, keep up the good work". It almost
could have been seen as a compliment, a friendly comment, except for
the fact that my wife and James were giggling and snickering as if
they knew some inside joke.

I seethed with anger inside towards that cocky young James, although
I did have to begrudgingly acknowledge that my wife had accomplished
what she'd set out to do. And in record time at that!

The other tenants were at first hesitant to have me hold open the
door for them and carry their packages, but as the day wore on their
attitudes changed and soon it seemed they all became comfortable
treating me as their menial and lackey. "Yo, Mel, grab those
packages from the trunk of my limo. And be gentle with the big one,
it's delicate!" a heavyset man who lives on the floor above us said
to me. "Yes sir, right away" I replied, even as I cursed myself for
my deferential tone. Why had I called him sir? It seemed I was
subconsciously falling into a subservient mindset, and it frightened
me to think how fast things were changing in my life.

It was approaching 6PM, and I knew that James' relief would be
coming them. I looked forward being freed from the burden of serving
as a substitute doorman fill-in for James, and planned to head right
up to our apartment to start on the special dinner I'd promised
Sandra to celebrate our wedding anniversary. Just before six my wife
and James returned, arm in arm, and as they approached where I stood
at the doorman's station I almost felt like an outsider admiring a
loving couple. To my shock, it was James who spoke in a commanding
voice:

"Hey there Melvin, appreciate you covering for me. Your wife is a
truly incredible woman, but then I guess you already know that, eh?"
James remarked, and I cringed as I saw Sandra hug him even more
tightly. When I was told to go upstairs as soon as my relief arrived
so I could start dinner and to make enough for three as James would
be joining us, I blurted out "but Sandra, tonight was to be our
special anniversary dinner and evening celebration, don't you
remember?" I saw James chuckle as Sandra replied "of course I
remember, honey, but now James has cause to celebrate as well. I'm
surprised at you, Melvin, you're acting like a little c***d. Maybe
James is correct in using your c***dhood name, since your mental
maturity seems to have lagged far behind your age". I was terribly
embarassed as I apologized to them both and rushed upstairs as I saw
the evening doorman relief arrive.
Doorman 4

My emotions were in turmoil as I labored away in the kitchen while
James and my wife Sandra relaxed in the den with drinks I had
prepared and served them. My wife was obviously pleased with her
success in transforming James into a confident, even cocky young
man, and though I felt resentment and jealousy my orders were to
support his transformation in any and every way I could.

I was determined to make Sandra happy in any and all ways, but even
as I acted deferentially and overly respectfully towards James a
part of me felt like I was digging my own grave. Little did I know
the depths to which I was digging!

"Melvin, we need some service out here. On the double!" I heard
James yell, and I lowered the burners as I rushed out to attend my
wife and the "new and improved" James. "Yes sir, miss, how may I
serve you?" I asked, continuing my subservient role which I knew
would please my wife's continuing efforts to raise James' self-
confidence. When I looked into James' eyes, though, I saw an
arrogant, conceited guy who was too full of himself for his own good.

With his arm wrapped around my wife's shoulders and her head nestled
in his chest, James sneered at me and pointed to the pack of
cigarettes on the coffee table in front of the loveseat they
occupied. "we'd like to have a smoke before dinner, but the
cigarettes are all the way over there...snap to it, boy!" he said,
snapping his fingers for added emphasis. My stomach twisted in
painful ****s as I saw my wife's dreamy expression as she looked up
into James' eyes, and my mouth hung open in disbelief as he lowered
his head and their lips met in a passionate kiss!

This had gone too far! I opened my mouth to protest, but as I began
to speak I saw the look of disapproval from my wife and held my
tongue. With a feeling of resignation, I reached over to the pack
of cigarettes and jostled one out for my wife. As she took it her
dazzling smile returned and my heart soared, until she
remarked "thank you, Melvin, that's a good boy." After I had
provided a cigarette to James as well and lit them, my wife pointed
to the ashtray and said "I hope you lowered the burners enough,
you've just become our human ashtray stand. Ha, ha, ha!" I felt my
wife was taking this whole esteem-building project of hers for James
way too far, but never expected his remark: "Yeah, do a good job,
boy, or we'll be using your mouth as our ashtray for the after-
dinner smokes!"

I couldn't believe the situation I was in. As I knelt before my
wife and James while they leisurely smoked, my wife began speaking
to James in her seductive, persuasive voice that I realized she'd
been using to transform him from the insecure, shy person he was
until so recently, to the self-confident young man who looked down
at me contemptuously now. "Yes James, that's it. Remember, you are
superior, you deserve to have others serve you. Yes, even to have
them offer their mouth for your convenience, to use as your
ashtray. Excellent, yes, excellent idea!" With that, my wife's
stern expression returned as she looked right at me, and a chill ran
down my spine as I realized her expectation!
Doorman 5

When I was finally released from my service holding the ashtray for
James and my wife while they relaxed and talked casually, smoking
their before-dinner cigarette, I raced back to the kitchen so I
could finish preparing the dinner. It was to have been an
anniversary celebration just for Sandra and me but, now that she
decided James had cause to celebrate as well, Sandra had ordered me
to make enough for three.

As I came out of the kitchen I was shocked to see my wife seated
across from James at the dining table, holding hands like a happy
couple. What was even more shocking was, there was no third chair at
the table!

"Melvin, come kneel beside us here, we need to have a brief talk
before dinner" my wife said as she pointed to the floor at the side
of the table. Obeying my wife as always, I assumed a position on my
knees alongside the table where she indicated, midway between her
and James. I noticed the smug, self-satisfied expression on James'
face and began to have bad feelings about what was developing. Sure
enough, my instincts were right on target.

"Now, let's cut right to the chase here, Melvin" my wife continued
as her eyes bore into mine as if daring me to protest. I stared back
silently for an instant before my eyes instinctively dropped to her
feet as she continued: "I've discussed our marital problems with
James, and we've...ahem, explored options and solutions." I opened
my mouth to ask about these "problems" but James cut my attempt off
as he said "yeah, I always took you for a wimp, Melvin, but after
hearin' Sandy's sad story of how you pop your cookies so fast she's
gotta settle for you usin' your mouth to get any satisfaction, I
took pity on the poor woman! You jerk, from now on you'll not only
call me sir, you'll address me as Master in private, and do anything
I say in gratitude for me givin' your wife what she can't get from
you!"

I was totally flabbergasted! I knew Sandra was disappointed that I
couldn't hold off on reaching orgasm when we had sex, but I thought
my willingness to use my lips and tongue between her legs made her
happy. Now, it seemed my wife had created in James' macho
transformation the type of lover she was really looking for, and
obviously not finding, in me!

Then James spoke again, and my shame reached new depths: "Now listen
up, wimp. I wanted you outta here, but your wife has convinced me to
take some pity on ya, so this meal will decide your future. If you
can serve us and perform like a good waiter and busboy we will allow
you to keep living here, on a trial basis, as our all-purpose
servant. Any disobedience or complaints, and I mean ANY, and you're
history. And I think you know that Sandra can get along very well
without you, so if I were you I'd think long and hard before you
protest anything your wife or I say. From now on, whatever we say,
goes!"
I was afraid to look at James, afraid he would see my unbridled
anger and resentment! Here was the doorman of our building, a guy my
wife had decided to help out and give some moral support and
suggestions to so he'd lose his inferiority complex and become more
self-confident, and he's gone overboard in the other direction. What
was worse, my wife seemed thrilled by the change! I couldn't believe
Sandra really wanted to be with a guy who was so arrogant and
conceited, and I concluded she was just fascinated by the rapid
change in James' personality brought about by her expert
manipulations. That had to be it, I thought, but I was determined to
play my part in supporting her efforts as I bowed my head and tried
to assume the most humble posture I could as I spoke:

" Thank you, Master James and Miss Sandra, for allowing me the
privilege of serving you both. I will do my best to see to your
every comfort and pleasure!" I saw my wife's face break out in a
wide smile of satisfaction and I basked in the warm feeling of
having pleased her, but my enjoyment was short-lived as I heard a
loud snap and glanced fearfully in James' direction. "over here on
your knees, scum, NOW!" he ordered and I stumbled in fear while I
rushed to kneel before him as he leaned back in his chair.In the
back of my mind I was thinking how much longer the food could go on
cooking before I had to take it off the burners to prepare it for
serving, and I didn't register consciously what James was doing as
he brought one knee up to his chest.

POW! The sole of James' shoe had smashed right into my face, and as
I fell backwards the warm, wet sensation at my nostril told me my
nose was bleeding even before I saw the blood on my fingers. I shook
my head to clear it and hesitantly got back up on my knees. Looking
over at my wife and expecting her support, I held my tongue but was
sure that this time James had gone too far. Their conversation
horrified me: "James, what was that about?" my wife asked, paying no
attention to my injured condition. "Just a little payback, sweets.
This jerk never missed a chance to humiliate me in front of the
other tenants, always talking down to me. Now, thanks to your
guidance, I feel like a new man, and I ain't never gonna let this
turd or anyone else talk down to me again." I saw my wife's face
beam as James mentioned her guidance helping him change, and I felt
like I was on a sinking ship with no liferaft!

It was a lie, of course. I had always been considerate of James in
his role as doorman, and if I ever acted superior to him it was only
because he always used to be so fawning and servile in his attitude
towards me. I realized James was painting me the way he was both to
get my wife on his side and to turn her against me. "Melvin, that's
disgusting! No wonder poor James had such poor self-esteem, with you
putting him down and treating him like an inferior. You should be
ashamed of yourself, I want you to get your face down at James' feet
and kiss them right now while you apologize. If I EVER hear about
you treating another person like you're better than them, we're
finished!"

Looking at my wife Sandra and James sitting there, I sensed my
protests and claims of innocence would fall on deaf ears and just
make things worse for me. Swallowing my pride, I lowered my head and
pressed my lips to the front of James' shoe as I mouthed words of
apology. Suddenly his foot was pulled out from under my lips, and in
the next second I felt it press down heavily on my neck. "Good idea
babe, but I got a better one" James said to my wife, and in the next
moment I felt the pressure of his foot on my neck increase as Sandra
sat on his lap, facing him. I heard the sounds of James and my wife
kissing above me as the cruel pressure from James' shoe pinned my
neck to the floor and forced my face into the carpet. My eyes welled
with tears as I heard the passionate sounds my wife was making as
she was clearly enjoying her sensual embrace with James, and his
sole twisted on my neck and the back of my head as a blatant
demonstration of his superiority over me. And as I smelled a burning
odor, I realized with a sense of horror and resignation the dinner
was ruined!
James and my wife must have smelled the dinner beginning to burn as
well, and suddenly James' foot was removed from my neck and his hand
grabbed my hair as my head was jerked up sharply. "Hey there MELvin,
smells like your precious dinner is burning!" As he released his
grip on my hair I turned to race into the kitchen to try to salvage
the meal, but I took a moment to glance over at my wife. I was
shocked to see her shaking her head with an amused expression at the
way James was treating me, but I could see she was clearly taken by
his arrogant and forceful behavior. I knew Sandra liked men who were
self-confident, but I thought she valued my sensitivity and
tenderness as well. Was her expressed affection towards me just a
ruse to maintain her comfortable living and social situation?

I didn't have time to ponder these questions as I rushed to try to
save what I could of the food, and as I worked to do this in the
kitchen Sandra suddenly entered, closing the door to the other room
behind her. ""Don't bother trying to salvage the food, we've decided
to order out for Chinese. But Mel," and suddenly her voice got lower
and acquired a seductive tone, "you are doing so well in allowing
James to get in touch with his newfound assertiveness, you've really
been a big help in my efforts to transform him." I didn't know what
to say, I had been determined to let Sandra know that this was going
too far, that I wouldn't put up with this type of treatment any
longer, that if she didn't cut James down to size I would. But now,
with her positive words of support and encouragement, all I could
say was "er, ah, sure, you really did bring about an amazing change
in him" as I continued my now half-hearted efforts to save part of
the food. Sandra's eyes lit up at my acknowledgement of how her
efforts changed James, but her smile left her face as she spoke
again:

"Yes, Mel, I must say even I was surprised how easily James
transformed into a superior, masterful man from his previous
insecure self. Then I learned that he was an successful businessman,
an accomplished horseman, who had fallen on hard times financially
and was forced to accept the menial job of doorman. His self-
confidence was badly shaken, but now with my support and guidance he
has rapidly regained his former bravado. And I do need to be honest
with you, Melvin, in all the time we've been together I've tried
countless times to improve your self-confidence and courage in our
relationship without success." I felt a chill down my spine as I
asked "what are you saying, Sandra? You know I love you very much
and would do anything for you, it's just not in my nature to be
arrogant and conceited." I could see Sandra wanted to go back into
the other room where James was waiting and I felt a need for us to
talk more to clarify the situation, but her words before she left
the room left me speechless: "Melvin, I am going to just tell you
flat out. I am turned on by James, and I plan to make love with him
this evening. In fact, he will be spending the night. You will sleep
in the guest room, and function as our servant for the rest of the
evening and tomorrow morning."

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could say anything my
wife cut me off with her next, ominous statement: "before you speak,
Melvin, think carefully. If you can't handle this I will not force
you, but you will move out by the end of the week. Stay, and you
will do so as slave and servant to both me and James, and/or whoever
else I choose. You have always said your only desire is to please me
and bring me joy. Well, are you willing to walk your talk?"
As Sandra left me in the kitchen, returning to James in the living
room, I took a deep breath and tried to make sense of the situation.
Obviously happy that her efforts to develop self-confidence in James
had succeeded so well, my wife was probably just overwhelmed by
exceeding her own expectations. I didn't mind that she wanted to
celebrate, and could even understand her wanting James as her
partner in the victory "dance". But to make love to him, that was
going to far!

And yet, my wife had sounded so confident and sure of herself as she
announced her plans to bed James, I sensed my attempts to argue
against it would be seen as just jealousy. As Sandra had said, I
truly was only concerned with her pleasure, and if that meant her
consumating a successful transformatin of James from insecure imp to
boastful beau with a night of sinful sex, than so be it!

When I returned to the living room where James and my wife were, I
was shocked to see they were naked! "We've phoned in the food order,
it should be here in fifteen minutes" my wife told me, and I wasn't
surprised that I hadn't been consulted. Then James snapped his
fingers in my direction to get my attention, and pointed to the
floor in front of him before he spoke: "hey boy, your wife says you
give pretty good foot massages. Get down here and beg nicely and
maybe I'll allow you the honor of serving me."

The nerve of this guy! I was outraged that this doorman would have
the audacity to speak to me like this, even if he was being coached
by my wife to build his confidence. But before I could respond, my
wife spoke: "that's it, James, it IS an honor to serve you, you are
superior and belong in a superior position. I can see so clearly the
confident, powerful man that you once were and now are again.I must
say, your recovery has even surpassed my expectations!" I held my
tongue, but it sickened me to see the smug expression on James' face
as he responded to my wife, even as they both ignored me like I was
a piece of furniture: "yeah, I'm sure feelin' my old self-
confidence's back in spades, babe. An' I won't forget your help
getting' me back on track, you can count on that."

I felt incredibly frustrated even as I was at a complete loss for
words. I knew what was expected of me by my wife and I was
determined to play my part to her satisfaction in this unfolding
story. I summoned my best acting skills as I fell to my knees before
James' reclining form and mentally searched for humble words to use.
After all, there was no room for pride if I was to be convincing in
begging James to allow me the priviledge of massaging his feet
before he sexually satisfied my wife!
I figured if I was going to do this, play my part in building up
James' self-confidence, I might as well go all the way. So, as I
looked up at James from my kneeling position on the floor in front
of the loveseat he and my wife relaxed on, I raised my hands and put
my palms together in front of my chest as I spoke: "oh please, sir,
I do recognize and respect your superiority. You deserve to be
pleasured and served as you desire, and I humbly beg to be allowed
the high honor of massaging your feet for your comfort and
convenience. Seeing the conceited smirk on his face, I was surprised
at my own mixed feelings as I noted the pleased expression on my
wife's face as she snuggled closer to James. To be sure, observing
Sandra's happiness incited feelings of euphoria and satisfaction in
me, even if she was in the arms of another man. I truly did desire
her happiness and pleasure at any cost, even if it meant her
affection went to another guy.

My surprise was at how my feelings were changing towards James.
While at first I saw him as an arrogant, conceited bully, I found
myself now looking up at him with genuine admiration. After all, he
was "owning" his superiority with a casual, confident attitude that
I would never have the ability to pull off. Perhaps something Sandra
once said to me was true, what if some people are just destined to
be served and have servants, while others existed most naturally as
slaves?

My inner conversation was interrupted as James placed his foot on my
thighs and snapped his fingers as he pointed down at me: "do a good
job, boy!" I felt myself blush with shame as I saw James tighten his
arm around my wife's shoulders to pull her closer to him, and as
they began to kiss and caress I concentrated on giving the best foot
massage I could to James in order to distract my thinking away from
my wife's obvious enjoyment and arousal caused by James' sensual
techniques.

It wasn't long before my wife and James were making mad, passionate
love right in front of me as I knelt on the floor before them. My
feelings of inferiority deepened as I witnessed James' ability to
maintain his erection while providing long periods of energetic
pussy pounding until finally, in a crescendo of climactic bliss, he
joined with Sandra in an erotic eruption that sent chills down my
spine just from witnessing it.

Finally, as they came back down to earth from their hot sex heaven,
my wife looked at me with a dreamy expression and told me to bring
both damp and dry towels for them. As I rushed to obey, I overheard
their conversation: "oh James, that was so fantastic! What a man you
are, you put this wimp I married to shame!" and his reply: "Glad you
enjoyed it, babe. Yep, and there's plenty more where that came from,
anytime I'm on duty and you'd like a repeat performance. Just send
your wimp downstairs to cover my work station, and this stud will be
at your service!"

I was appalled as I heard James' comment, and I knew my wife
wouldn't hesitate to take him up on the offer. I had explained to
the other tenants who saw me at the doorman's station that it was a
special situation that I was covering James' job for, but if they
saw me down there acting as a doorman again and again they would
soon know somwthing was going on. I felt the situation was
spiralling out of control rapidly, and my worst feelings of distress
concerned the undeniable feelings of arousal I felt!
In the coming weeks my worst fears were realized, as my wife had me go down to the building lobby to summon James repeatedly and fill in for him. Soon the other tenants got used to me working in the doorman role, and as I sensed their respect toward me diminish there was nothing I could do without causing problems that might nterfere with my wife's desires. I knew James was satisfying Sandra sexually and my love and devotion for her was so great that I felt only happiness at the thought of her pleasure and satisfaction. My fears arose, though, as their relationship seemed to deepen.
At first James would wear my suits and fine casual clothes when he and my wife went out, and since we were the same size this worked well. But soon their trips went from casual walks to evenings out for drinks and dinner, movies, broadway plays, and even weekend getaways! Charges started appearing on my credit cards for clothing and other purchases at the finest men's stores, restaurants, etc., and in the few instances when I timidly commented on the status of our relationship Sandra would angrily rebuke me, accusing me of being selfish! Since I never wanted to upset my wife, I always backed down and apologized.
Finally I could stand it no longer, and in our bedroom one evening when I sensed Sandra was in a good mood I ventured expressing my concerns. "Y'know dear, I am so happy you are enjoying the physical pleasures James provides you with, but I don't know if it's necessary for me to continue submitting to him like a servant. You know I am totally devoted to you and want to do anything you say without question, but you seem to have been very sucessful in elevating James' self esteem. He's taken to your guidance and support so well, I think I can return to my natural role as your husband without upsetting his self-confidence."
As Sandra turned to look at me her smile broadened and my heart nearly burst with joy at the sight of her happiness, but my joy froze as she spoke while looking me straight in the eyes: "Mel, thank you for bringing this discussion up, I've been meaning to have a talk with you for awhile now. You must be in heavy denial if you aren't aware of the change in our relationship by now since James has come into the picture. I can see you are deeply devoted to me, but we both know you have never been able to completely satisfy me sexually. Sure, you have a talented tongue and know just how to use it for my erotic arousal, but now that I've experienced James' powerful lovemaking I've realized what I've been missing."
I didn't know what to say, afraid the next words out of my beautiful wife's lips would be that she wanted a divorce. She seemed to read my mind as she continued, "now of course you have a choice, Mel, and James actually tried to convince me to throw you out and get a divorce, but I think you might be useful in the capacity you've evolved, or should I say devolved to, as servant and lackey for both me and James." I was too stunned to speak and just stared at Sandra until she spoke again. "Well, what'll it be Mel, this is a limited time offer, you know!"
As Sandra continued to stare deeply into my eyes after delivering her shocking ultimatum, I was overcome by a flood of conflicting emotions and finally had to turn my eyes away as I replied:
"Oh Sandra, dear, you know I am completely devoted to you and only want to be with you in whatever capacity you'll have me, but why James? Please dear, he frightens me, can't we go back to being the way we've been, just the two of us?" I once again raised my eyes to look into hers, and saw my wife shake her head in a condescending way even as her smile turned into a sneer, as she responded: "I thought your only concern is my pleasure, Melvin? Well, if that's really true, now hear this! I want a man, a real man, and James is more of a man than you'll ever be!"
I felt as if I'd been physically struck by a devastating blow in hearing Sandra's debasing comments, and my shoulders drooped as my whole body sagged. My worst fears were being realized, Sandra was leaving me for another man! But then, even as I heard my wife's derisive laughter as she looked down at my withering form, I clutched at the slim straw of hope that shone in my mind: Sandra had said she still wanted me around!
Sure my new capacity would be as more of a servant and gofer for my wife than husband, but in reality I had already catered to and waited on Sandra during our marriage, so if anything my role would only be a more overt expression of what already existed in our relationship. It would actually be more honest and up-front, I thought, and I truly felt in many respects our new understanding could lead to a deeper, more intimate relationship between us.
Then I thought of James. Talk about mixed feelings, my emotions were truly in a confusing state as I thought of this macho man who had basically stolen my wife and reduced me from doting husband to degraded cuckold! Although my initial reaction to James was one of jealousy and resentment, I had gradually come to an appreciation of his newly regained self-confidence and brash arrogance. I knew I was heterosexual, but being forced to witness James perform sexually with my wife far beyond my capacities both in terms of stamina and technique filled me with a strange sense of admiration and, yes, worship for not only my wife but James as well!

I was so grateful that Sandra didn't want to throw me out that I accepted my new status in our relationship without question or argument. Actually, my new position as servant and slave did make our relations more natural and relaxed when we were alone. When James was around, however, my status seemed to drop even lower to the point where James and even my wife took sadistic pleasure in my pain and discomfort, both physical and psychological.
"Yo, wimp, you call these shoes clean? Get over here, NOW!" James called out from what used to be Sandra and my bedroom (I had been ordered to move to the guest room permenantly to give Sandra privacy, space and accomodations for her lover James). I ran to answer his call, and when I entered the bedroom was surprised to see my wife lying naked on the covers while James stood, buck naked, near the foot of the bed. He was holding one of my football shoes in his hand.
I was genuinely afraid of James, and I hesitated as I walked closer to him. It turned out my fears were well-founded as he suddenly smashed the cleated sole across my face! I reeled backwards and raised my hand to rub my bruised cheek, but the worse pain came from hearing my wife's comment: "that's it lover, wimpy Melvin could use some sole, ha, ha!" I knew I couldn't protest, and my fears rose again that I was allowing my marriage to fall apart by my spineless behavior. But I also knew I really didn't have a choice, I had long ago lost the respect of my wife and now was so hopelessly addicted to her that I only prayed she'd allow me to continue to stay connected to her, even if only in the most debasing capacities.
When I had regained my composure and again stood before James, he raised the shoe in front of my face. I flinched from the remembered pain of him smashing my face with it and he let out a superior chuckle at my obvious fear of him. "You see that around those rear cleats, shit-for-brains? Tell me what it is!" James had ordered me to clean the sports shoes in preparation for his company football game, and to add to my misery he'd ordered me to use my tongue as the cleaning utensil. With only my tongue available, I'd worked on the shoes for hours to get all the crud off them. Obviously, I'd missed some rough spots that didn't come completely clean. I knew this was partly showboating for my wife's sake since the soles would be covered with dirt and crud as soon as James set foot in the ballfield, but because I understood James' motivation and desires in bullying me I also knew what was expected of me: "oh forgive me, master, I am so sorry I missed a speck of dirt on the sole, please allow me to remove it with my tongue and once again demonstrate that I do worship the dirt from the ground you walk on!"
Well, not only did I lick all the remaining dirt from around the cleated soles of James' (formerly my) football shoes, but I was then ordered to scrub my mouth clean so that I could use my tongue to ream out James' asshole! Explaining that it would be a big turn-on to have the former big shot who used to always insult and put him down (a lie) kissing and worshipping his ass, James laid down on the bed next to my wife and ordered me to get busy french-kissing his butt.
Even though I was aware of some feelings of arousal from the blatant conceit and arrogance of this cocky guy, the thought of putting my tongue up his asshole was too much! I was about to protest and try to reason with him when my wife spoke "Oh man, that sounds so hot! I can't believe how creative you are James, that is going to get me off so much!" Now I knew there was no way out, and I crawled up from the foot of the bed until my face was right next to James' ass. Unsure whether it was okay to use my hands to spread his asscheeks, James seemed to read my mind as he spoke up just then: "no hands, chump. Just work your face between my asscheeks, and your tongue better me reamin' my poop-chute pretty quick or that face smash is gonna feel like a love tap compared to the motivation I'll be giving you!"
As I insinuated my face between the cheeks of James' ass as he had commanded, my shame was multiplied as I heard my wife comment "that's it, you incredible guy! He's doing just as you ordered, and I'm sure he's grateful for the honor of cleaning your asshole with his tongue. Aren't you, Melvin?"
Once again, I knew Sandra was still intent on building James' self-esteem & what my wife expected of me, as I pulled back my head to free my mouth so I could respond "yes, Goddess. I am thankful for the privilege of worshipping your superior ass, Master." I caught a quick glance of Sandra's pleased expression before I worked my face back between the sweaty cheeks of James' ass and reached for his asshole with my tongue. My stomach flipped as I suppressed the urge to gag from the foul taste, and I mentally cursed this arrogant bastard who was enjoying the intimate, loving connection with my wife that I so yearned for. Oh, what I wouldn't give to be in his position, side by side in bed with my wife. Truth be told, I would be even more turned on serving her as James was having me serve him. Yes, I always got very aroused when Sandra had me serve her in degrading ways, except with her I never considered activities like eating out her ass as degrading. I saw it as an honor and truly felt she was a living Goddess deserving of worship and adoration.
So, because I knew my servile, subservient behavior towards James pleased my wife, I was able to push past my mental disgust and work on pleasing him with my tongue up his ass. I felt him start to move and knew to support my upper torso with my arms so I could follow his ass with my face, keeping my tongue deeply inserted up his anus. I swirled my tongue around and felt gratified as I heard Sandra say "wow big guy, I've never seen you this big! and my god, you're hard as a rock!" to which I heard James reply "you know I'm hot for you, babe, and havin' your wimp hubby's tongue reamin' out my asshole is like some delicious icing on the cake - although I don't think "delicious" is a word he can relate to right now, ha ha ha!"
I tried to control my emotions to not give them the satisfaction of seeing my reaction, but was overcome with shame and despair as I heard my wife join James in derisive laughter at my degrading position. Feeling my tears well up and overflow to mix with the sweat on James' asscheeks, I cringed inside as I heard him tell my wife. "Ha, he should be crying, you've forced him to accept his inferior status in relation to you. He may have a big-shot job, but he only got it because of his family connections (another lie), and with your regained sense of pride and self-esteem I know it won't be long before you'll be moving onward and upward!
I struggled to maintain my ass-licking as James positioned himself above Sandra, and then my face felt like a punching bag as it was buffeted while James pounded my wife's pussy with his pistoning prick. It seemed like hours passed and I was once again filled with grudging admiration at how long he could sustain his erection without cumming, and his expert skills gyrating and maneuvering his hips and torso to elicit repeated, ecstatic reactions from my wife. Even though I couldn't see anything because my face was buried so deep in James' ass, I could tell from the sounds that my wife was in hedonistic heaven. After what sounded like multiple orgasms, my wife and James finally erupted in a final, earth-shattering climax and fell face-up alngside each other on the bed sheets drenched with their sweat and sexual juices.
I knelt at the bottom of the mattress, the sour taste of James' asshole filling my mouth. I recognized the look on both their faces as that of post-coital bliss, and for awhile noone spoke. Then finally James snapped his fingers lazily in my direction as he said: "Yo Mel, my man, er... I mean my wimp, heh heh, go get some damp towels to wipe us down, and fresh sheets; but first, why don't you get your face back in my ass and kiss my asshole to thank me for allowing you the privilege of bein' part of our love-making." I saw James turn onto his side so he was facing my wife and begin licking her breasts as she lay beside him, and again my wife's words drove a knife of agony deep into my gut: "this is so perfect, James. I have never felt the sexual pleasure I've experienced with you, and it is so fitting that my wimpy husband kiss your ass to thank you for satisfying me as he never could in a million years." I heard James chuckle as he replied "yeah, and every thank you deserves a "your welcome" , and with that he let out a loud and smelly fart right in my face!
I gagged and allowed my face to seperate from James' ass as I heard them both laughing hysterically, but when their laughter subsided James looked down at me and ordered my face back in his ass "to suck up the fumes" so as not to inconvenience them with the foul odor. Beyond the capacity to resist, I moved my face back towards his ass and obediently began taking deep breaths to capture the sour aroma as my tears began flowing once again.
After being ordered by James to eat out his smelly asshole to add to
his stimulation while he made passionate love to my wife, it seemed
Sandra lost all respect for me. I was so confused, didn't she know
that I was only submitting to this conceited bully to please her? I
could see how happy my wife was that James had been transformed,
under her expert guidance, from an insecure, stammering suck-up to
the masterful man he now showed himself to be, and I thought that my
willing cooperation by submitting to his arrogant assertions would
show Sandra how devoted to her I was. Instead, it seemed my willing
acceptance of the abuse heaped on me by James, with her active
encouragement and support, was turning me into a non-entity in her
eyes!

"Melvin, I want you to arrange to take off from work the end of this
week, James needs some help cleaning out the building's basement,
and a few of the tenants asked to have their cars washed and cleaned
out" my wife said one evening. My heart leapt with joy just to hear
Sandra speak to me again, since she hadn't said two words in my
direction since that fateful day when I served her and James in such
a degrading manner while they made love, but I couldn't believe what
she was saying.

"Uh, dear, you know I only want to please you, but it's really too
short notice for me to just take off work later this same week. And
after all, doing all that work you mentioned IS James' job as
doorman!" I said. In hearing my response, my wife's face took on a
startled look as she turned in my direction to face me fully and
stared straight into my eyes. "Listen to me, you loser, we both know
you're not good enough to clean James' shoes, so don't give me
that 'it IS his job' bullshit! You WILL take off work the end of
this week to help James get all of his work done – we've made plans
for a quick getaway trip this weekend to Bermuda and he needs to get
all his stuff done first. I don't care if you get fired, you know as
well as I do that my residual income from my family's trust fund is
more than enough to pay all my expenses."

This was terrifying! There had always been an understanding between
Sandra and me that her family's wealth allowed her to be
independent, but that my considerable income would be used by her as
well. I had no qualms surrendering financial power to my wife or
openly exhibiting my surrender to her superiority, I even suspected
she'd had lovers during the few short years of our marriage, but by
a sort of unspoken agreement it was never discussed. Now, however,
her emasculation of me was reaching new heights, or should I
say 'depths'!

Sandra's next comment almost knocked me off my feet: "anyway Melvin,
I don't think you're really suited for your job anyway. You have
entirely too much power and control in your executive position, and
I know you can't be comfortable with that. This all may work out for
the best, though. You see, James is in discussion with the owners of
the Midtown Stables to become the manager there, and with my support
through "connections" I have with the owner's family he's sure to
get the position. Which will leave the Doorman position open in this
building – a much more suitable job for you!"
Although I was appalled at the thought of becoming the doorman in the
building we lived in, I had to admit it would be a more comfortable fit
as far as job function. While I could handle the administrative
responsibilities, I mever felt comfortable ordering people around or
disciplining my subordinates. The shame would be immense, though, but I
knew better than to try to argue with Sandra about any of her thoughts
or decisions.

I cringed when I thought of James, though. Now he would be coming to the
building as a visitor to see my wife, and I would be in his former
position as Doorman. I just knew he would lord it over me and be sure to
degrade and humiliate me in front of the other tenants, my former peers.

Sure enough, Sandra's expectations came to pass, and I was forced to
swallow my pride as I became the evening shift doorman for our building
when James became the manager of the Midtown Stables. One evening as I
was devotedly massaging Sandra's feet the intercom buzzed, and Sandra
answered it from her wireless unit at her side. It was James, and I felt
pangs of jealousy as I heard her voice become brighter when she heard
who it was. "Yes, James, please do come up. No, I'm just relaxing with a
foot massage from my servant. Ha ha, yes, Measley Melvin, my faithful
lackey!"

Soon James was seated next to my wife and I had refreshed my wife's
drink as I got him a beer in obedience to his casual command, before
continuing her foot massage. "So, does your lackey lickey?" James asked
as he hugged my wife closer to him. Sandra smiled as she replied "yes,
when I allow him the privilege, he actually has a very talented tongue.
The sensations of his lapping my soles and swabbing the spaces between
my toes is delicious!" I did consider it an honor when I was allowed to
worship and tongue-bathe my wife's feet, and hoped speaking of it would
result in her ordering that service once again. Instead, they began to
kiss and caress with a casual intensity while I continued Sandra's foot
massage.

When they finally took a break from their mutually passionate embrace,
James sat back and put his feet up on the coffee table I knelt next to.
"Yo, Meas, be a good wimp and take my shoes off. My feet are killin'
me!" I stifled my temptation to respond with a "yes, sir" and
congratulated myself on that small victory as I began unlacing his shoes
to take them off. James was explaining to my wife how he often had to go
right into the stables to make sure his workers handled the horses
properly, and suddenly he stopped me from removing his first shoe. "Hold
on there, Measley Melvin, you see what's on that sole?" I did see a
ground-in layer of dirt, as well as what smelled like horse manure
collected in small clumps between the heel and the sole, and I knew I
had to repond respectfully. "Yes sir, it looks like dirt." I tried to
resume my unlacing of James shoe, afraid of where the comments were
going, and sure enough James stopped me again. "I said hold on there,
you measly fuck." When I did, James' face broadened into a wide smile as
he ordered me to clean the sole of his shoe spotless, with my tongue!

This was going too far! Even though part of me knew my wife would side
with James, I felt I had to set a boundary at this outrageous command.
There probably was horseshit on the bottom of James' shoe, not to
mention the germs and diseases I would pick up from eating all the other
accumulated filth on his dirty sole. I tried to think of a non-offensive
way to state my objections as I began to speak: "um, excuse me, but I
really don't think it's... WHAM! I was cut off in mid-sentence by James'
foot as he smashed his sole into my face, and I went flying backwards.
Worse than the pain of the kick, though, was the sound of my wife's
laughter and her adoring, supportive comments to James. Tears of
self-pity rolled down my cheeks as I got up on my hands and knees and
crawled back into position at James' feet. I was resigned to performing
the disgusting order, but James added insult to injury with his comment:
"I better feel your measley tongue scrapin' the crap offa my sole in two
seconds, wimp, because if I hafta get up you will know a world of pain
very intimately, you dig?" I dug, and I licked, gagging from the filth I
was licking off James' soles and swallowing.

The sharp knife of agony that twisted in my gut, however, came from
hearing my wifes ' words as she endorsed and encouraged James'
mistreatment of me. I had long felt a special attraction for my wife's
feet, and had even tongue-cleaned her footwear while she wore it and
considered it a gift and a privilege. But I had no interest in serving
males or their feet in any way, much less imagining this ignorant brute
as my superior! I knew my wife expected this behavior from me, and yet
I felt paradoxically that the more I submitted to them the more I
solidified their connection and severed myself from my wife, my very
reason for being!
I felt nauseous physically from swallowing the crud on the soles of James' shoes , as well as mentally from the conversation between my wife and James that I was a captive audience to. "You look masterful sitting there, James, so confident and cocky in your superior position!" my wife said lovingly as her caressing hands moved into his lap and began lossening James' belt. As I looked up at them past the dirty sole of James' shoe in front of my face, I tried to imagine how he must feel. Complimented and catered to by a sexy, beautiful woman whose husband was reduced to the status of his degraded servant, I envied and resented him even as I grudgingly admired him at the same time.
"Yeah babe, I feel pretty good bein' back on top where I belong. Y'know, I've always had a theory that people are basically born either to be dominant, successful and in control, or submissive and destined to serve. Probably the best, most successful marriages are when these two types meet, and you and measley melvin here are proof that the woman doesn't always have to be the subservient one!" James commented as he kissed the top of my wife's head. I heard my wife moan in agreement and when I glanced up at them was shocked to see her lips stretched around James' erect cock! During our dating and marriage my wife had always refused to perform oral sex on me, even though I had used my mouth to please her sexually countless times.
With a feeling of despair I realized I would have to do everything my wife Sandra, and James as well, ordered me to if I was to have any hope of preserving our marriage. I still believed her interest in James to be a passing fancy, and prayed if I could stay the course Sandra would in time realize it was I who truly loved and adored her. In the meantime, I had finished my disgusting task of licking James' shoe soles clean, had removed them and his socks, and was now using my thumbs and fingers to give a deep, soothing massage to James' smelly bare feet.
"Whew, honey, you must have worked hard today. Your feet are really pungent!" my wife said to James k**dingly, and though I knew he wasn't offended by my wife's comment I felt a small sense of satisfaction to hear her criticism. Even this small good feeling was short-lived, though, as James suddenly snapped his fingers in my direction. "Hey there Mr. measley, hold off on that massage there a minute and look up at the ceiling." I had no idea what he was talking about, but as my tired hands fell to my sides I looked up at the ceiling questioningly. Suddenly two big footsoles covered my face, and I heard my wife laughing. " Take deep breaths down there, melvin, see if you can suck up all that "pungent" aroma for the comfort of me and your wife!" James said as he sat back with his arm around my wife's shoulders.
So I knelt there, my face serving as a footrest for the former doorman of our building, while he sat back arrogantly, Although I could no longer see with his smelly soles covering my face, my ears told me my wife was using her mouth to give him pleasures she'd always denied me. And I knew if I complained or tried to protest in any way it would only further endanger our already precarious marriage. Oh woe is me!
I felt so helpless and frustrated as I sat on the floor in front of the couch my wife and our former doorman turned her macho lover James reclined on. Although my vision was obstructed by his smelly bare soles which covered my upturned face as per his orders, to my shock and shame I could hear from their conversation (and the sound effects!) that my wife Sandra was starting to give James a blowjob!!! My ego sank to new depths as I recalled the many times I'd tried to get my wife to perform oral sex on me, usually after the countless times I'd orally worshipped her pussy and was incredibly aroused. Her reply was always the same, "that's disgusting, Mel. If you really cared about my pleasure you wouldn't even ask me to do something like that!" I never had the nerve to question why it was alright for me to perform oral sex on her (repeatedly!) but the other way around was "disgusting", and I came to accept it. I really did want to please and serve Sandra in any way I could, and if the relationship was less than balanced or equal, I was willing to accept that.
Suddenly I felt the muscles tense in the soles and toes of James feet on my face, and the pressure increased as I felt the orgasmic spasms coursing through James' body transmitted through the soles of his feet pressing down on my face. "Arrgghh, ahh,...eeaargh!.....Oh baby, that was so good!" All of a sudden I was blinded by the light as he removed his feet from my upturned face, and as I blinked and regained my sight saw James with a big grin on his face as he sat back with his legs spread open wide displaying his glistening cock. My heart sank as I saw my wife bent over so that her face was just above his crotch, her hair tousled and a creamy coating over her lips as she looked up at him adoringly. "No problem, you big hunk, it's a pleasure to service a REAL man!" she said, and my emotions overwhelmed me as the tears sprang from my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. My shame was immense and I really didn't want them, James especially, to see me cry, but I just couldn't help myself. I'm not sure what reaction I ex[ected from them, but I certainly didn't dream it would be what it was.
"Aw look, measley melvin is going boo-hoo!" James said in a derogatory tone to my wife, and she moved closer to him as she responded between giggles: "yeah, that about demonstrates the sorry excuse for a man I've had to put up with before you came along, big guy. And I do mean BIG guy!" It was true, the size of James' cock dwarfed mine, but I'd never thought that was a problem for me and Sandra. I was sensitive, caring, considerate, I went along with whatever she wanted in the marriage, and I thought my oral service whenever and for however long she wanted satisfied her sexually. I could see my wife's arousal and how turned on she was, and I suddenly realized Sandra was getting off on the power over me and the degradations and humiliations she was inflicting on me. That had to be it, Sandra wasn't really interested in James with his limited intelligence and crude manners, she was just turned on by the erotic power exchange. Well, I was determined to do whatever I had to do to keep our marriage together. What I couldn't understand, though, was the raging erection between my legs!
James finally left our apartment that evening, but not before Sandra
ordered me to kneel before him and kiss his feet to thank him for
satisfying my wife in ways I wasn't man enough to. I obeyed her command
and tried to be as humble and sincere as I could in doing so, much to
her obvious delight. After James left my suspicions that my wife was
aroused by the power exchange were further confirmed as my wife let me
know that she got turned on watching me submit to and serve James, and
warned me to not only continue but create situations on my own to
demonstrate my subservience to them both if I expected to remain a part
of the household.

Sandra commented she still had the taste of James' spunk mixed in her
saliva, and offered to let me have a taste. Now, I had no desire to
sample James' jism, but the thought of tongue-kissing my wife had me
eagerly agreeing. As Sandra motioned me to follow her, she walked into
the bathroom and filled the small cup used to hold water for rinsing
after brushing her teeth. She took a sip and swirled it around in her
mouth before leaning over me as I knelt next to her. Responding to her
hand signal, I opened my mouth obediently even though I knew what was
coming. Sure enough, my beautiful wife spat a stream of water she'd
sloshed around in her mouth, smiling as she watched me submissively
swallow it.

"Can you taste it, measley mel? Huh? Got a good taste of superior spunk?
Ha, ha, ha!" My face turned red as Sandra purposely shamed me, but my
main goal was to please and amuse her so I softly replied "yes dear, I
can taste your lover's come in your saliva." Suddenly my wife got a
serious look in her eyes as she stared down at me and spoke again: "What
kind of creature are you, melvin? How can you put up with this kind of
treatment from me, and from James as well? I'm telling you right now,
Mel, I'm enjoying this way too much to stop. If you had any sense you'd
have been long gone, 'cause you know it's only gonna get worse. That's
right fool, I am going to use James and other lovers to shame and
degrade you so bad that what's happened up to now will seem like k**
stuff by comparision. So here's your chance, wimp. Pack your stuff and
get out of here, and I won't even screw you on the divorce settlement.
You know I've got more than enough of my own money, and I can take care
of myself just fine."

I was terrified as I listened to Sandra speak. All I could think of is
that I was in danger of losing the love of y life, my reason for being.
I placed my palms together in front of me as I spoke in pleading tones:
"oh no, Sandra, I don't want to leave you. Please don't make me, I'll do
anything you say, just please let me stay. I'll serve you and your lover
however you want me to, the only thing that matters to me is your
happiness!" I saw a smirk spread across her face as my wife shook her
head and commented "you really are pathetic, you know that?" I sensed it
was a rhetorical question and so I just continued to kneel there as I
looked up at her from my humble position with pleading eyes.
"Chhuuup-ptooey!" I could hear Sandra bring up phlegm before she spit it
right in my upturned face! "Alright loser, it's your funeral" she
commented before she turned her back on me and walked towards the
bedroom. When she snapped her fingers behind her precious ass as a
signal for me to follow, my heart leapt with joy!
I was afraid to risk upsetting Sandra by rising to my feet, so I crawled on my hands and knees as I followed my wife into our bedroom. Even though I hadn't slept in it with her for some time now, I still thought of it as our bedroom, just as I still thought of Sandra as my beloved wife even though she had become more and more abusive and openly dismissive of me. I still felt in my heart that she cared for me, despite her remarks about how James pleased her in ways I never could and that her passion was for him, not me. It was her lust speaking, I was sure, and if I just went along with her desires by playing my part as her submissive husband she would eventually come to her senses and tire of her simple-minded stud.
My penis filled with the arousal I felt as I entered the bedroom and saw my beautiful wife on the bed, reclining with her back against the headboard. She had her cigarettes and an ashtray beside her on one side, and the TV and stereo remotes on the other side. "Up here, melvin, I want your face right here" my wife ordered as she snapped her fingers and pointed to the space between her spread thighs. "Yes dear, of course, darling" I replied as I rushed to get into position as she required. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain as my wife grabbed my hair in her fist and twisted her hand back, forcing my face up so she could look down into my eyes. "Listen here, you measley fuck! I'm not your 'dear', and I'm certainly not your 'darling'. In fact, now that I've had a taste of what a real man is like in bed, I may not even be your wife much longer!" I started to say something, wanting to plead for an opportunity to prove my devotion and love for her, but she cut me off before I could say anything. "Quiet, you jerk! I know you're totally devoted to me, and for you to still feel that after all the ways I've abused and degraded you just lowers my opinion of you even more."
My heart raced as my wife spoke, my only thoughts being how I could preserve my marriage to this living Goddess. To others it might have seemed foolish, but I felt such a strong love and commitment to this powerful woman that my only fear was that she would discard me and I would lose the privilege of serving her. I had never thought of myself as submissive or a masochist, but if that's the kind of guy Sandra wanted me to be I would, gladly! Sandra's grip on my hair losened but I kept my head in position as she spoke again: "Okay, here's the deal, melvin. I never had much respect for you as a man, but since James has entered the picture I've lost what little I did have. Now, I don't know how long James wil be around, but I fully intend to get my sexual satisfaction from a real man so if it's not him, I will find it with someone else. I'm already thinking that Manuel, the building manager, could be a good possibility. Your mission, should you choose to accept it (she said in a mocking imitation of the Mission Impossible TV show), will be to cater to me and my lover of choice in any and every way you can. If you can do this and demonstrate by word and action your total inferiority, and reverence for me and my lover as your complete and absolute superiors, then I may allow you to remain here. But be sure you understand your status, which is lower than the dirt on the soles of my shoes, as well as the dirt on James or anyone else's shoes. Now, since you chose to stay when I offered you the option of leaving, I am assuming you are willing to accept everything I've just said, although I can't understand how even a measley wimp like you could want to remain in such a pitiful situation. But you're still here so you obviously do, and all I can say is, as I've said before, it's your funeral! Oh, and speaking of funerals, I want you to up your life insurance policy to the max while you're still healthy, he he he!"
Still afraid to speak, I simply nodded my head to show Sandra I agreed to all she said. Then she suddenly raised her hand and I saw a dildo secured in a harness contraption. Without a word my wife strapped it to my face so that the dildo protruded from the area where my mouth was. A smaller dildo extended into my mouth, and as Sandra guided my face between her thighs and I saw her vagina penetrated by the protrusion coming out of my lower face, I saw her hand press a button on a small device in her palm and I could feel the vibrations start on the dildo attached to my face, now buried in my wife's pussy. I felt like crying as I realized that I wouldn't even get to taste my wife's precious pussy now, that I was being used essentially as a human sex-toy, but I was happy that at least our marriage was still intact. I resolved to do whatever I had to to preserve our union, and I began gyrating my face to maximize my wife's pleasure as I heard her flick on the TV with the remote and lean back.

Well, I've got to give myself credit, I've adapted to my wife's desires
pretty well if I do say so myself. Since Sandra introduced me to that
face harness with the vibrating dildo attachment, I've become an expert
at pleasing her with it. And I've accepted my place as not only servant
for her but for her lover James' as well, although it's still pretty
painful when he mocks me in my role at his old job as Doorman. It does
get to be almost more than I can bear when they have me prepare their
luggage and carry it down to load in the limo that takes them away on
one of their vacation getaways, but I always keep up front in my mind
that this is what Sandra wants and what gives her pleasure: and that is
my priority, my main goal in life!

"Let's go, measley mel, your hot wife and I are eager to blow this
crowded city and get to those pink sandy beaches on Bermuda. You don't
want to delay us, do you you wimpy little wuss?" James called out to me
from the couch in our living room. My wife was seated in his lap, and
she giggled as she hugged James and added her comment: "you better not
delay us, you loser. And while you're carrying down our bags and doin'
all the other stuff so we can leave on this Bermuda getaway, why don't
you tell James how grateful you are to him for e*****ing your wife and
providing the hot sex and general stud service you are so utterly
incapable of."

I cringed inside even as I had to acknowledge the truth of my wife's
statements. I knew she would want me to be creative in my thanking
James for going away with my wife and giving her physical pleasure, and
the thought that my humble comments turned my wife on spurred me to come
up with inventive statements: "oh yes, thank you so much Master James, I
am truly in your debt for your skills and abilities in satisfying my
wife, pleasing her as she so richly deserves. You have my eternal
gratitude and admiration, Sir!" As I went to pick up their luggage, I
heard them begin to kiss and consoled myself in the thought that my
words had turned my wife on to the point where she was getting maximum
pleasure from her lover. I still hoped Sandra's passions for this type
of degrading exhibition of my inferiority in comparison to her lover
James would cool, and she would again settle into a peaceful routine of
using me for her sexual desires, but since that (and everything else!)
was up to her and at her discretion, I would just have to go along with
her desires until then.

James was becoming more and more abusive and I knew I would get no
sympaty from my wife if I dared to complain, so I was relieved when I
heard he'd started dating the stable owner's daughter and came around
our place less often. But, as my wife had told me, she was not going to
go without sexual satisfaction from a real man again, and to my chagrin
the building janitor, Manuel, became a frequent visitor to our
apartment. "Eh, paco, how's it goin' man?" Manuel said to me happily as
he came though our front door and embraced my wife. I knew he didn't
really expect an answer and I lowered my head in shame as I continued
scrubbing the tiled floor in our hallway. I heard their wet, sloppy
kisses above my head, and suddenly the sole of my wife's shoe covered my
fingers and her weight shifted onto them.

The pain shot through my hand and up through my arm as my wife began to
twist her foot that was stepping on my fingers, as if she was putting
out a cigarette under it. I cried out involuntarily from the pain and
immediately regretted it, afraid I would disturb my wife's mood, but
when I glanced up and saw her smile I realized my suffering and torture
was adding to my wife's pleasure and amusement. Manuel didn't know what
was going on, though, and when he heard my yelp of agony he glanced down
and saw what my wife was doing to me. "Heh, heh, you one mean mamasita,
baby!" he commented as he saw how my wife was crushing my fingers under
her sole.

"Yeah, it turns me on to abuse my "devoted" husband, and to see how much
shit he'll put up with. Go on, try it. You're the better man, show
this loser what you think of him!" my wife said even as she continued to
pin my hand under her shoe by stepping down heavily on my fingers.
Suddenly I felt a heavy blow to my neck and all at once I was flat on
the floor beneath them, Manuel's booted sole pinning me down painfully.
Then the weight seemed to increase even more, and I realized Manuel had
lifted my wife in his arms. "You got it, mama. Now your husband is
where he belongs, under my boot, and I'm gonna carry you to where YOU
belong, under me in your bed!" I heard my wife laugh as Manuel stepped
onto and over me with his full weight and my wife's as he carried her
into our bedroom. Rubbing my bruised neck and fingers, I consoled
myself with the thought that this situation was probably getting my wife
very aroused.
I know I haven't written my feelings down in awhile, but the pain,
shame and downright confusion has got me going in circles! I don't
know how much more of this I can take, and yet my wife Sandra seems
so happy in her sensual escapades I can't bear the thought of being
the person responsible for diminishing her pleasures in any way. I
guess most people would think me foolish and a sucker, since my wife
has openly declared that her joy is only magnified when she sees my
discomfort and pain, but my love for her is so intense that even
this doesn't diminish my commitment to serving her.

As I described in my last post, she has become sexually serviced
regularly by the brawny building janitor Manuel, and now she's
developed what I'm sure is very satisfying physical intimacy with
Tommy, the asian delivery boy from the neighborhood grocer. Although
in his twenties, Tommy has a boyish face and a swimmer's build that
has elicited repeated moans and screams of sexual ecstacy from my
wife in marathon sessions in her (formerly our) bedroom, while
silent tears of despair rolled down my cheeks as I cleaned the
adjoining bathroom.

"Hey mel, get in here you humble little hubby" I heard my wife yell
from the bedroom next door as I was scrubbing out the toilet bowl.
Hanging my head low in shame, I shuffled fearfully into the bedroom,
afraid of what Sandra had in mind. Tommy hadn't seen me when he
came in to the apartment earlier with my wife as I was scrubbing the
tiled floor. Now, when he saw me wearing the apron and maid's cap
Sandra ordered me to wear, he broke out in derisive laughter. "Haw,
haw, haw! Don't he look cute, what do you call him, measley?" I saw
my wife's amusement at my ridicule as she replied "that's right,
measley mel" to which Tommy commented "yeah, measley mel the maid"!

Well, that's how it started. My wife loved the idea of me as a
maid, and the building management was getting fed up with my
incompetence as the Doorman. So, the decision was made (by my wife,
of course) that I would hire out my services full-time as a Maid as
a way of earning money. She got the money, of course, and since she
was independently wealthy I worked at minimum wage for her
boyfriends! I didn't think my shame could get any more severe as I
suffered demeaning comments and orders from ignorant laborers who
were having sex with my wife! As I said, I didn't think my shame
could get any worse, but then I happened to overhear an intimate
conversation my wife had with Tommy during one of his "deliveries"
where he confided that he'd had bi-sexual experiences. I could hear
my wife Sandra's heightened interest at once, followed by a lowering
of their voices, and I had a sinking feeling in my stomach that
despite my depths of shame, even more shameful stuff was yet to come!
I felt like I was in a nightmare, except I was wide awake! I was so
devoted to my wife Sandra that I didn't hesitate to obey when she
arranged for me to work as an apartment cleaner, gofer and all-around
maid for her lovers. The thought of me having any kind of intimate
contact with Sandra was a distant memory from long ago, and even back
then our sex mainly consisted of me performing oral sex on her. But
don't get me wrong, I never minded at all. In fact I enjoyed serving my
wife orally, and was always very devoted and attentive to her
instructions to insure her optimum pleasure.

But now, all of my wife's sexual pleasures were provided by her
assortment of studs, and to deepen her pleasure and my degradation
Sandra made sure all of her handsome hunks were well aware of my servile
status. Hiring me out to clean their apartments and perform as their
maid got them all used to ordering me around and seeing me as their
inferior, but now with Tommy, the delivery "boy" (he's in his early
twenties), confiding his bisexual experiences to my wife, a new and even
more shameful episode in my emasculation was about to ensue.

I had spent the day cleaning Tommy's studio apartment, collecting and
discarding all the trash strewn about and scrubbing the kitchen and
bathroom areas before taking his laundry to be done. Suddenly Tommy
barged in just as I was cleaning a stubborn spot on the bathroom floor
tiles in front of the toilet, and when he saw me Tommy laughed as he
called out "stay right there, you measley wimp!" I cringed as Tommy
walked over to stand right over my kneeling form, and when I looked up
at him my eyes widened as I saw him unzip his fly and whip out his cock.
"Don't get your hopes up, jerk, I just gotta take a leak." Then I saw
the expression on his face change, and Tommy's smile slowly turned into
a sneer.

"Listen up, you pansy, Sandra's given me complete authority over you
while you're working for me, so I think I'm gonna train you for some new
functions. Any protests from you, any complaints to your wife and you
know what's gonna happen?" In a low, fearful voice I responded
"w..wh..what?" I saw the pleasure in Tommy's face as he relished my
fear of him, and I silently wondered how my wife was able to find these
men with their sadistic natures as he replied "what's gonna happen is
I'm gonna kick the shit outa you, then tell your wife you refused to
obey my orders to clean my bathroom 'cause you said it was too degrading
and that I should do it for myself, so I had to beat you up to get you
to do it. Ha, ha, yeah then she'll probably do a number on you too, ha,
ha!" I knew he was right, and my heart sunk as I resigned myself to
obeying Tommy's every comand, but I still wasn't prepared for his next
statement: "wrap your lips around my cock, you lousy loser!"

What a terrible situation I was in! I knew my wife Sandra would believe
Tommy over me and that I had to obey him, but why was he telling me to
take his sizeable, half-erect cock into his mouth? "Hurry up, wimp, I
can't hold it much longer!" Tommy yelled, and with a sickening sense of
realization it dawned on me what my "new training" was: I was to become
Tommy's living urinal!

As I gulped down a seemingly endless flow of Tommy's foul-tasting piss,
thinking things couldn't possibly get any worse, his front door slammed
open and I heard my wife's loud voice from the doorway: "surprise,
Tommy honey, I've arranged for a catered five-course meal to be
delivered so we can have a nice sexy candlelight dinner. If my humble
little hubby is still here tell him to get lost, we've got no further
need for him!" I heard Tommy chuckle above me before he responded "I do
have use for him for JUST a little longer, come see!" Tommy's palm on
the back of my head kept my face buried in his crotch and blocked my
vision, but I knew the moment my wife came over and caught sight of us
as I heard her stifled laughter. "Mmph, oh m'god! I don't believe you
Tommy, you've got my hubby sucking your cock? No wait, look at his
adam's apple bobbing, you've actually got him drinking your piss!?! You
are too much, you young hunk, I love it!
I don't think I can write about my life situation much longer, it's
becoming just too humiliating and painful. As I related in my last
post, my status has gone from highly-paid business executive to doorman,
to errand boy and gofer, to man friday and maid for my wife's lovers!

My wife has stopped allowing me to sleep with her, and has flat-out told
me that she resents all the time we were married when she accepted my
measley sexual performances. Now that she's awakened to the glory of
using real men in her life for her sexual pleasure and satisfaction, she
resents the time she lost putting up with my wimpy attempts at
satisfying her.

"But Sandra, I thought you enjoyed my oral abilities, serving you
sexually" I said pleadingly, remembering with pleasure those countless
nights and mornings when I'd bring her to multiple orgasms. "Grow up,
jerk! Sure, I got off on you tonguing me, but I could get that kind of
pleasure from my vibrator. Now, thanks to the REAL men in my life, I'm
finally tasting what real sexual satisfaction is like."

I shuddered as I considered what my wife was saying. She was getting
her sexual pleasures from our former doorman, our janitor, the delivery
guy, all macho studs who were satisfying her in ways she said I couldn't
come close to. Thinking this meant she wanted a divorce and still madly
in love with Sandra, the painful emotions welled up in me to the point
where I couldn't hold back any longer and I began bawling like a baby.
A disgusted look came over my wife's face and she pushed my sobbing form
to the floor at her feet.

"You disgust me, you loser. Now listen up, you probably think I'm gonna
throw you out and divorce you, but actually I think there may be a way
to preserve our marriage." At hearing this I began babbling my thanks,
only to be silenced by a powerful slap. "Shut up you jerk, I don't
think you'll be so grateful after I explain my terms. We will remain
married on paper, but you will become my slave and servant to whomever I
say. Yeah, the payback will be so sweet for me to see you bust your ass
slaving away for my every comfort and convenience. And not just me, I'm
gonna love watching your life situation go lower and lower as you submit
to my lovers and anyone else I say, ha ha ha! You've already become the
human urinal for my young lover Tommy, the delivery boy you used to look
down on and order around. What a fool you are, and you'd be a complete
asshole to stay and put up with this shit, but you know what? I think
you're so devoted to me that you might even stay!"