Clare Part II
by fionaslut
A New Beginning

Part One was written some time ago and can be found in Miscellaneous Stories
No 16.

Life with Clare changed considerably. Where once we had enjoyed a loving
relationship her attitude towards me became cold and distant we entered a
Mistress/slave relationship that appeared would never be reversed, she was
enjoying a lucrative new career in the City and I was her devoted houseboy to
think of us as husband and wife was almost laughable. My life revolved around
Clare. From the first thing in the morning when I woke and ran her bath and
prepared her clothes and breakfast to the end of the day when I was sent to my
room when she had finished with me; everything I done was for her. I kept the
house in immaculate condition, I changed her bedding daily washed her clothes
daily her underwear I washed by hand. I prepared interesting and delicious
meals for her, but it was all that a good houseboy is expected to do. She
bought home one woman on a regular basis, Janet, one of the coworkers from the
Northampton office Janet was in a similar relationship and she was the person
who introduced Clare to the life style. Janet appeared once a week usually on
a Thursday evening. They would go out for the night and come home about eleven
and my punishment for the weeks misdemeanors would be meted out. I hated
Thursdays some times the punishment wouldn't be physical it was more a mental
thing as they belittled my manhood and started to feminize me I was regularly
reamed with a dildo and one fateful night about two months ago Clare bought
home a male chastity devise, a clear plastic thing that locked my cock away
and prevented an erection, but strangely what I found more disturbing was that
I had to sit to pee. Janet loved it and took great delight in teasing me
causing me enormous discomfort and pain, she reduced me to tears as my cock
swelled but had nowhere to go.

On a number of occasions it had been mentioned that we should get to get
together with Janet and Colin the women liked the idea of taking us to a new
level of obedience, I hated the idea of seeing another man and I'm sure Colin
felt the same. The idea of being Clare's slave was almost tolerable behind
closed doors I didn't want to go public with it, but what I wanted was
irrelevant. But despite all the talk of getting together it never happened and
after a while I thought it never would. Things changed when Clare bought home
another woman. Everything changed when I was introduced to Fiona.

Fiona came down to London from Edinburgh. She was the new manager of Clare's
bank. They met a few times after work and I began to think that Clare was
seeing someone. One evening the phone rang it was Clare informing me that she
was bring her boss home from work and she told me to make something special.

"What should I wear?" I asked, not a stupid question when you consider that my
wardrobe consisted of seven pairs of Clare's discarded knickers and precious
little else.

"What you normally wear. She knows about you and wants to see what a kind of a
slut I'm married to.

We'll be home at about six." And she hung up

They arrived at eight thirty. Fiona was a big woman She stood over six foot in
her bare feet in her heels she stood a couple of inches taller than my six
three, but she was big with it, broad shouldered, big busted, wide hipped, but
not fat. She was not unattractive with cleft chin and vivid green eyes and a
mane of chestnut coloured hair that was thick and lank and fell to her
shoulders. I took her coat and she took me in with one disapproving stare.

"Is this it?" She asked in a broad Scottish accent.

"Fiona meet Lol, my slave. Lol, Mistress Fiona."

I bowed 'Mistress Fiona, welcome to my mistresses home." Fiona was dressed
pretty much the same as Clare in a dark grey suit the hem of her skirt was an
inch or two above her knee and she wore a black satin blouse under her jacket
and she wore black stockings and black patent leather high heels.

I bowed my head as she inspected me.

"He seems a wee bit over dressed for what I have in mind" She chuckled as I
stood before dressed in a tiny pair of light blur lace knickers. She pulled
the front of my knickers down. I was wearing the clear plastic penis
restraint.

"How much does he have?" She asked Clare

Clare shrugged her shoulders "Not much, five, six inches."

" My clit is bigger than that!" Fiona stated with a cold smile. I believed
her.

"How often do you let it out?"

"Once a month if she's good"

"She?"

"I'm thinking of him more and more as a she rather than a he" Clare replied
looking at me with more distain than I can ever remember.

"Have you started to feminize him yet?"

" Janet and I have a bit of fun with him, dressing him up, but no I haven't
really decided what to do there yet"

She ran her hand across my chest and tweaked my nipple.

"You should it really puts them in their place, although I don't doubt that
she already knows her place. Isn't that right?" She asked twisting my nipple
harder.

"Yes Mistress Fiona." I managed

"Hungry?" Asked Clare, breaking the spell.

"Aye, ravenous."

"Bring the dinner through to the dining room." Clare ordered.

I had made a quiche and a green salad anticipating their late arrival. I
served both women and waited on them filling their wine glasses without being
told. They discussed business and I stood to attention in a corner out of
their line of vision. I cleared the table of the empty plates and served a
cheesecake for desert followed by coffee and Baileys. Throughout the entire
meal I wasn't spoken to once. When they had finished they went through to the
lounge and I went into the kitchen a done the dishes. I remained in the
kitchen after I was done and only went through to the lounge when I was called
to top up their glasses.

Just before eleven Claire called me.

"Fiona wants to fuck you. Go upstairs and have a shower and wait for her in
your bed." I have never received an instruction so belittling , so demeaning
in my life,

but" Yes Mistress Clare." Was all I could say, and I went upstairs and
prepared myself for Mistress Fiona.

She must of heard me coming out of the shower because she walked into my room
as I was drying myself. She turned on the light.

"Not shy are you?"

" N- no." I stammered.

"Bit nervous? Never mind little man I'll be gentle with you." She threw the
key to my chastity devise on the bed.

"I'm not sure if I'm gonna need it but it's be nice if it's ready. Know what I
mean? She started to unbutton her blouse as I fumbled with the small padlock
that locked my manhood away. Under her black satin blouse Fiona wore a black
lace bra, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor in a heap around
her feet.

"Hang it up" She ordered. My cock was released from its cage and bounced into
life.

"Clare wasn't really telling the truth you got a wee bit more than six
inches." She chuckled as she unclipped the back of her bra. Fiona had about a
forty two inch bust and when they tumbled out of her bra they hardly drooped,
her large dark nipples were hard and erect.

"Get on the bed." She demanded. I obeyed . She pulled her black satin knickers
over her hips and straddled my waist

"Suck my nipples." And it started. She chased me all over her body. I sucked
her nipples then she ordered me to get down and suck her, she locked her legs
behind my neck and kept me sucking on her clit for an age, the hornier she got
the more aggressive she became. I hadn't been allowed to get off for three
weeks and all of this activity was too much. She impaled herself on my semi
hard cock but she wasn't happy with my performance.

"What the fuck is wrong with you get it up!" She commanded.

"Please Mistress I'm close to coming."

"You dare, you fucking dare come without my permission and I swear you will
regret it. I mean really regret it. D'you understand me wee man?"

But I was useless a few seconds of Fiona riding me and I blew,

"I've come, Mistress Fiona. I'm sorry I'm sorry." I bleated.

She got off of me and sat on my face.

"Lick it out lick every drop of your muck out of me." She screamed. Her hand
reached behind her and she searched for my balls. When she located then her
fingers locked around my testicles and she squeezed. I screeched into her cunt
as I attempted to clean out my mess. She ground my balls together mercilessly.
She ground and gouged and twisted and squeezed. I screamed for forgiveness
underneath her but she wasn't listening .

"Every drop, you slut, every fucking drop."

She got off of the bed but didn't loosen her grip around my balls as she
hauled me off the bed.

"In the bathroom now." She ordered and she dragged me down the hall to the
bathroom by my balls I was in agony. I squealed in agony begging for her to
let go, begging for her to stop.

"In the bath." She ordered I couldn't comply quick enough as she released her
vice like grip of my testicles I lay on my back in the ball tub as Fiona
pissed on me. She stood beside the tub and aimed the stream at the face.

"Open your mouth and don't you dare spill a drop." I tried to obey her but I
couldn't I have never tasted urine and nothing could prepare me for the taste
of Fiona's .

"You stupid fucking man." She cursed as I coughed and spluttered . "Drink it.
Get used to it there plenty more where it came from which was true she had a
big bladder and she seemed to piss on me for ages. Time and again I tried to
swallow it, but couldn't.

"You will, I promise you will be my toilet." She said flatly as the stream of
urine slowed to a trickle. She let the last of it fall on the floor.

"Lick it up." I quickly got out of the bath and licked the small puddle of
piss on the bathroom floor.

"Bit of trouble Fiona?" Clare asked as she stood in the doorway looking down
at her pathetic husband.

"Aye, but nothing I canny handle, Clare. The fucker came inside me." Fiona
said in disgust.

"That's absolutely unforgivable." Clare said shaking her head

"I'm sorry Mistress I'm truly sorry"

'Who the fuck told you to open your stupid fucking mouth?" Asked Clare She was
furious. "I lent you to my new friend and this is how you behave? I'm not sure
what I'm going to do with you."

"Maybe after the party he can stay a couple of weeks with me I think I can
train him to be the perfect slave. Fiona said looking down at the wretch
licking at her feet.

"You want him Fiona, you can have him, this was his last chance." She turned
and walked back down the hall

"Get cleaned up," Fiona ordered I'm not even slightly finished with you.

I had a quick shower and sheepishly returned to the bedroom. Fiona was waiting
for me with a twelve inch strap on dildo bouncing before her.

'Right" She said where were we?"

I awoke with Fiona forcing her dildo up my rectum again.

"Oh please Mistress Fiona not again please." I begged

"Aye a wee dawn buster, just layback and think of the Queen." She mocked as
she drove the head of 'Big Lizzie,' her name for her dildo, into me again. She
had raped me with the massive 'cock' a number of times during the night and
another time didn't make it any easier. I wept silently as she fucked me with
the giant thing. When she finished she climbed off of me and removed the cock
harness.

"Clean it." She ordered and went down to the bathroom for a shower. I got up
and took the thing downstairs and prepared for the morning.

Both women showered and dressed and had breakfast as I pottered around
cleaning up after them. It was mid September and we were enjoying a bit of an
Indian Summer, and Clare wore a light blue dress something I hadn't seen her
wear for work before. She looked extremely attractive and I wanted her more
than ever. It had been a year almost to the day that I had received my
redundancy notice; so much had changed in a year.

"You look gorgeous." I said involuntarily.

"What a shame it's not for you," was Fiona's blunt reply.

I was shattered I couldn't believe my wife was going to see another man. All
the time I had been going through the torture she had never seen another man
at least I had never sensed it. I didn't want to believe it, I couldn't. My
grief was brief as another twist came into play.

"Are you ready?' Asked Fiona.

"Ready?'

"Yes ready, you're coming with me."

"Clare" I appealed

"Go with Fiona. I'll see you on the weekend." And with that she left.

Fiona looked more intimidating than at any other time in the last twelve hours
and I melted before her and I meekly followed her out to her car. I was
dressed in a pair of navy blue satin knickers. The restraint hadn't been
fitted but I knew Fiona had it I wore a collar around my neck and she hooked a
leash to it and led me out into the street. She opened the boot of her car and
told me to get in..

We drove for about half an hour, we were stuck in traffic a couple of times
and traveled at speed for a few minutes eventually we turned onto a dirt road
and finally we stopped. She opened the boot and pulled me out by my hair. She
whipped me with the leash

"Move!" She yelled. I hobbled across the gravel road under a rain of blows,
she ordered me into a small building, a stable, it was dark inside with only
one window. The cobbled floor had recently been hosed it was wet and slick.
Set in the floor was a steel ring. Fiona ordered me to stand over it. She took
a rope from a rack on the wall and threaded one end through the ring and
pulled it up and tied it tightly around my scrotum. She pulled sharply on the
other end of the rope and she pulled me to my knees. I cried out in pain.

"Scream as loud as you like no one can hear you apart from me, and I like what
I'm hearing." She took a whip from a peg on the wall. She took off her coat
and with my ball-line in one hand and the whip in the other she set about
giving a whipping that I would never ever forget. She was an expert with a
whip, she gave me a bit of slack on the ball-line then ripped the whip across
my shoulder , the tail of the whip left an instant angry welt across the top
of my arm. It stung, The second was a bit lower and the whip wrapped around my
stomach producing another vivid red welt the third lash was lower again and
across my front across my abdomen, that one caused me to omit an muted cry.
Number four ripped across my arse and hip thankfully it fell an inch short of
my penis. Number five was across my chest and I let out a less than muted cry.

"That's better, let me hear you." She shouted

Six was across my arse again crossing the previous cut and it broke the skin,
I felt a trickle of blood run down my arse cheek. She started to pull me back
towards her with the ball-line, she tugged on the rope , she caused me to
stumble and I fell to my knees and she dragged me across the cobbled floor by
my balls .

"'PLEASE! MISTRESS FIONA STOP PLEASE!" I screamed She stood over me her blouse
was unbuttoned almost to her waist revealing her black bra, her legs were wide
apart an evil grin crossed her face as she brought the whip cracking down
across my back again. I screamed as she repeated the dose, I couldn't move ,
but she did allow me a bit of slack I pulled away and slipped on to my back,
she walked around keeping tension on my ball- line and stood above my head . I
looked up and saw her black knickers under her skirt, she brought the whip
down it ripped across my abdomen across my limp penis and down the inside of
my thigh, blood appeared my penis was bleeding as was a cut on my lower
abdomen. I squealed like a stuck pig. I was scared now really scared she
seemed capable of anything, she stood over me and looked like she was going to
deliver the coup de gras.

"No, not yet, they still have a purpose, but believe me I will take your balls
when I'm ready. They are mine as you are mine. Do you understand me?" She
yelled.

"Yes Mistress Fiona." I whimpered.

'Stand up." She ordered, I stumble stiffly to my feet and stood before her.

"Hands." She demanded I offered her my wrists and she snapped hand cuffs
around them, she untied my ball-line and threw the rope over one of the beams
above my head. She tied one end to the chain between the cuffs and pulled me
up on to tip toes and tied the other to the ring in the floor. She then
produced a spreader bar a spread my legs about three feet apart, so I hung
there not touching the ground finally she tied a string around my balls and
tied a bucket to the end of the string the bucket swung freely between my
legs. When Fiona was finished she went and put her coat on.

"I have friend who will be out to see you a few times today she will keep you
well watered and she will also try and treat you for that premature
ejaculation problem you have. I've got to go to work we can't all just hang
around all day, some of us have to earn a living. I'll see you tonight" and
she blew me a kiss and walked across the stable floor out into the spring
morning.

For about an hour I swung in the breeze in the dark musty stable I ached
everywhere everything hurt. But through it all I saw a picture of Clare in
that blue dress seeing someone else. The thought of losing Clare hurt more
than anything.

I heard her before I saw her heels clicking across the concrete floor then
across the cobbles. It was dark in the stable but my eyes had adjusted to the
dim light She was a similar build to Fiona not as tall and not as big but
similar, but something wasn't quite right. She offered me the water and poured
it down my throat. She didn't speak, her hair was long shoulder length and a
straw blonde colour, and it seemed to cover her face. I wanted the water so
badly. I drank a couple of pints before my thirst was slaked.

"Thank you." I mumbled , but she said nothing before she produced one of those
hideous leather helmets and forced it over my head, the eyes were zipped shut
so were the ears the mouth was opened and a straw was pushed into my mouth and
water was readily available. Then she started to look at my cuts and welts,
she paid particular attention to the cut in my penis. She pulled me gently and
soon despite everything I had an erection, the cut was half way down the shaft
and it stung as she pulled me off. I ejaculated a few minutes after she got me
erect, but she didn't stop. I grew limp but she continued to jerk me off, and
slowly I became erect again and slowly she masturbated me to another
ejaculation, but she didn't stop. She jerked me off four times before she
stopped and left me alone.

I hung in the darkness for an eternity and through all the pain I still kept
seeing my Clare with another man. I drank a lot of water which staved off my
hunger pangs I needed to pee so I did into the bucket that hung from my balls.
Later I don't know when it was the mysterious blond returned to jerk me off
again and change my water bottle but she didn't empty the bucket between my
legs that was becoming quite heavy. Again she roughly jerked me to an
erection. I hurt everywhere my cock and balls as much as anything the blonde
jerked me off again but refused to stop I was in so much pain. I screamed so
loud that she zipped the mouth on the mask shut, but she continued to jerk me
off. Again four ejaculations were expected. She drained me and left me again
in the darkness but she pushed the straw back into my mouth before she left.

I hung there for hours. The bucket grew in weight as I pissed and it was now
quite pronounced I don't know what hurt more. I wanted this to end I wanted to
go home.

Fiona returned and removed the helmet.

"Please Mistress Fiona end this please I beg you."

"I haven't even started; this is Wednesday night you aren't going anywhere
until Saturday when you will help with the party and after that Clare wants me
to keep you for a few more days. You could be here for a week at least.

She lowered me so I was standing but me legs buckled and I fell to my knees. I
started to cry again.

"Spare me the tears that won't work with me I expect a lot of tears between
now and next week.

"Have you seen Clare?" I asked

"Of course I have I work with her."

The last time I saw her she was jumping in Steve Dyer's car, I think they have
a dirty night planned."

"Don't please."

She stood over me and laughed.

"You could be with me for a long time."

To be continued