Chastity Cuckold Tales: WSB Club - Audio

Chastity Cuckold Tales: WSB Club - Audio
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Overview

Michelle and her black lover, Antoine, have plans for Michelle’s husband, Simon. A weekend at Antoine’s mother’s estate turns out to be a turning point in Simon’s life. The hapless husband undergoes the initial training to become a WSB. Under the tutelage of senior sissy maids Paulette and Pansy, Simon becomes Simmi and starts his way to becoming a member of the exclusive WSB Club.

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He was naked. She’d made him strip before Master Antoine, she and her lover laughing at his cock enclosed in the pink plastic chastity device. Master had placed thick black cuffs on his wrists and ankles, the locks clicking with a terrifying finality. He’d watched as his wife rolled the orange foam earplugs between her black gloved fingers, another sensory input denied as she slipped them into his ears and they expanded. Master Antoine held forth the leather hood, pulling it over his face as both Master and Wife/Mistress slipped into blackness. A gag probed at his lips and he instinctively opened his mouth, accepting the phallic invader, his tongue running over the life-like veins, tasting the sterile cock. He gasped and felt the intake of air, the gag had holes, it was breathable; his panic subsided.

Leather fingers closed over his balls and he winced, he felt the tug and followed, padding on his bare feet out the door, his wife leading the way. Strong black arms enveloped him and lifted him into the air. He felt the scratchy carpet and the closing of the trunk and the car doors. He was in the trunk of Master Antoine’s Cadillac—destination unknown.

Simon didn’t know how far they’d driven; he was thankful for Master’s Cadillac; it made the ride somewhat smoother. He knew the car well, although it was his first time in the trunk. He often washed and waxed Master’s car while Antoine bedded Michelle, Simon’s wife. As Master and Mistress enjoyed what had been Simon’s marital bed, he slaved over the car, carefully polishing the chrome and vacuuming the inside. His humiliation was abetted by the pink short-shorts and halter top they made him wear.

He slid forward, reaching out to brace himself as the car pulled to a stop. A few moments later he felt fresh air as the trunk opened and the massive hands grabbed him and lifted him out. Fine gravel dug into his hands as he was placed on his hands and knees on the ground. A new set of hands, not those of Mistress and Master he knew so well, placed a stiff leather collar around his neck. He was pulled forward and scurried ahead, the gravel abrading his hands and knees, blindly following—who—where?

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Lenora Dubois rose from her chair and crossed the room. Her tight black pencil skirt and black knee-high boots with their pointed toes and four-inch spike heels did not impede her regal stride. She hugged her son Antoine in greeting and then embraced the beautiful blonde woman with him. Lenora took the delicate blonde’s hands in her own and held them at arm’s length, studying Antoine’s latest conquest. Blonde hair, stunning green eyes, perfect body, yes, this one is quite lovely, perhaps the prettiest one yet. “You must be Michelle; Antoine has told me so much about you.”

“Yes, mother, may I present Michelle Baxter?” Antoine’s basso voice contained a Caribbean lilt that beguiled many women.

“It’s so good to meet you,” Michelle said. “You have a lovely home.”

“Thank you,” Lenora led them to the sofa, “Antoine will give you the grand tour during your stay with us this weekend.” She noted what a stunning couple her son and his new woman made; even in her five-inch designer heels, Michelle was much shorter than the strapping six-five Antoine. His rich dark ebony skin was quite the contrast to the creamy peach tones of the diminutive white woman. Lenora’s eyes narrowed and her lips curled into a contented smile as she imagined Antoine’s giant cock sliding into Michelle’s many willing orifices—while Michelle’s submissive husband looked on.

“I realize you two have a wonderful evening planned,” Lenora said, “and you can meet the rest of the family for cocktails before you leave for your date.”

Michelle smiled, she felt relaxed and at home. Antoine was right, his mother is quite an impressive woman. Her voice held that same mellifluous quality as Antoine’s, but with perhaps more culture and better diction. He did say that she was a lecturer at colleges and universities. She was certainly a physically imposing woman, over six feet tall in the high-heeled boots she wore. Her skirt clung to wide, womanly hips and the cream-colored silk blouse did nothing to hide a pair of large, but proportioned to her frame, breasts. Straight jet-black hair fell to her shoulders and her coffee-brown eyes were alive and inquisitive. Michelle knew immediately where Antoine had inherited his good looks and stature, and undoubtedly his intellect as well.

“Antoine mentioned my husband being inducted into some club?” Michelle looked from Lenora to Antoine, “The WSB…?”

In lieu of an answer, Lenora merely picked up a silver bell, “Coffee?” She gave the bell two quick shakes. She and Antoine relaxed into the sofa.

Michelle sat forward, waiting, watching for…

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