When we returned home, we had a big late lunch because Mistress informed me that we might want only a light dinner and then a late snack. I spent the afternoon preparing as best I could for an unknown special night. This meant hair removal, nails, wig, makeup, enemas, buttplug, lotions, powders, perfumes, the whole works. When I finished, she laid out the clothes and jewelry I would be wearing. My eyes were drawn immediately to a brand new pair of lace panties for me. By the time I was done, the only thing that was original me was my wedding ring. I had no idea how symbolic that would be. Mistress also prepared herself and she seemed just as anxious as me. She dressed in her sexiest little red dress, but I don’t recall seeing her don anything underneath it except for her sexiest black thigh-hugger stockings. She also set the video camera on the tripod.Around eight o’clock, there was a knock on the door and per our custom, I stepped away while she answered it. We really didn’t want a neighbor asking about the strange ugly woman in the sexy outfit that nobody ever saw arriving or departing. I heard Mistress say, “Hello Thomas. I recognize you from your picture. Come in.” I almost had a panic attack when I realized that a strange man would be part of our evening. This was an integral part of my forbidden fantasy! I just didn’t know if I could take that much humiliation. I took several deep breaths and did my best to calm down. Then I entered the room when Mistress called to me. “Thomas, this is Michelle. She will be serving us tonight.” Then to me she said, “Show our guest a proper welcome, Michelle.” as she started the video recording.I wanted to run but I moved on the force of my commitment to Mistress Hannah. Somehow I managed to find my voice as I curtsied to a tall muscular handsome black man.”Good evening Sir. Thank you for coming and for allowing me the pleasure of serving you tonight.” He didn’t seem the least bit surprised at my my male voice and I was sure he was expecting to meet me when he came that night.Mistress showed Thomas to a chair in the living room and then said, “Before we get to the main event, Thomas, I want to show you why Michelle is my servant.”To my surprise, she turned to me and asked me, “What are you?” Although I had often answered her in private, this was the first time she had asked me in front of another person. It was particularly humiliating to admit this in front of a black man. I’m not sure why that is. I try to believe I’m not a bigot, but large black men are intimidating to me and with their reputation for having big cocks, I felt immediately inferior.”I am pathetic.”Mistress followed with the second question, “What aren’t you?””I am not useless.””I want you to show Thomas why you are a slave. Remove your dress.I was wearing my pink serving maid’s outfit. My white thigh-high stockings didn’t go quite as high as my short skirt and the straps from the red garter belt were plainly visible. I removed the dress laid it on a chair. I was not wearing my kaçak iddaa false chest or a bra, so my perky manboobs were now on display with their gold chain dangling between my nipple rings. This was the first time that a man had seen my enlarged breasts and I’m sure I was blushing a deep red.”Now drop your panties.”I lowered my panties to my knees and of course, my hard cock was pointing straight out. “This is why Michelle is pathetic,” Mistress explained to Thomas. “This cock is barely bigger than my clitoris and even though we added almost 60% to its length, its still too small to fuck with and she still has very little control over it. The bandage is covering a special tattoo that she just got this morning.”Then to me she said, “Now, turn around Michelle.” I shuffled around to face away from Thomas. I had learned how to display myself at Mistress’s command to the many women and couples we had met while mingling at the theatre club, so I presented my ass by spreading my legs slightly, bending over so my fingertips touched my kneecaps and arching my back down so that my balls came into the view of a person seated behind me. This revealed my plugged asshole and the gold net bag that my balls dangled into. It also revealed the colorful body art that Mistress Amy had given me.”We couldn’t fit a plug half that size in when I assumed ownership over this ass. Now Michelle, put your clothes back on and serve Thomas a drink while I finish dressing for the evening.” She took the camera off the tripod and went into the bedroom with it.I dressed and served Thomas a glass of red wine and then stood somewhat awkwardly, not knowing whether I should also have a drink or maybe sit and converse. The period of awkwardness was mercifully shortened when Mistress stepped out of the bedroom and handed the running video camera to me. Aside from her abundant jewelry, she was wearing nothing but her sexiest black thigh-hugger stockings and her sexiest come-fuck-me pumps. It was clear from the swell of her clit that she was already aroused as she stepped up to me and gave me a quick peck on the lips and told me to do my best with the camera.No! I thought. This isn’t my fantasy at all. I thought I would be required to surrender to a man, but Mistress having sex with another man was not my secret fantasy! I raised the camera to her face, hoping she would not say the next words.She looked straight into the camera and said, “Thomas is a real man and tonight, I’m going to find out what it’s like to be well and truly fucked by a real man.”I tried to hide my distress, but failed. “Oh, look Thomas, he doesn’t like it. My little sissyboy has been having the kind of sex he likes with other women and he’s even stuck his dinky dick up my ass, but he doesn’t want me to have the kind of sex I like sex with you.” She looked right into the camera with anger and also maybe a little fear in her eyes and said, “That’s just too bad, slave. You committed to this and we will both be doing what I have planned for tonight. Later kaçak bahis we will have a little talk about this, but for now, you will obey me.”Her words hit me like thrown stones, punishing me for my selfishness. I knew she must have felt some jealosy while fulfilling my fantasies for submissive sex with a redhead, an Asian and even a short full-figured blonde with tattoos. Of course she would want to experience a good fuck from a well-hung man at least once in her life and I was a pig for wanting to deny her that.I watched through the viewscreen as Thomas rose from his chair to meet her. She stepped in front of him and slowly and gracefully turned a full circle so he could admire her naked body. She really has a great figure and she looked especially lovely. I moved to her left side where I could get the best profile shot as she completed her turn. She knelt on the floor in front of him, placed a hand on his belt buckle and asked, “May I?”He replied with, “Certainly, it will be my pleasure.” She opened his belt and unzipped his pants. His cock was already starting to grow as she slowly pulled down his his slacks to reveal black silk boxer shorts. I had visions of this obviously superior man taking her from me, but I had my orders, so I zoomed in with the camera and that’s when I noticed she was wearing her wedding ring set. Somehow that comforted me. Even though this was nothing like the fantasy I dared not write, seeing the rings reassured me that she was as committed to us as she was expecting me to be. Considering what I had done with her friends, the jealousy I was feeling was something I knew she had already felt. But I was always afraid of losing her to a real man and I was definitely more anxious than I had ever been about that.When she pulled his boxers low enough, his long cock suddenly sprang up and bumped her chin, startling her. She giggled and backed up to put the large head into her mouth. She looked directly into the camera lens and then directly up at Thomas as she swirled her tongue around his cockhead. She began to lick along the shaft and then suck and stroke his cock as it continued to grow. It was clear that she was having some difficulty with its large size, so she asked him to sit back down in the chair and then she turned to me and said, “Give the camera to Thomas and help me with this real mancock.”I didn’t dare to disobey her, so I handed the camera over and knelt beside her, waiting for her to explain what “help” meant. “Lick it,” she said.I really didn’t want to get another guy hard for her and I hesitated, but she just chuckled a little. “It’s just a cock. It won’t bite you. Now, lick it.” I had never imagined being required to watch her with another man and I had underestimated her ability to humiliate me. My traitorous cock was hard enough to poke through walls!I leaned over and ran my tongue along the side of the shaft and I would swear I could feel his pulse through my tongue. “That’s it,” she cooed as she licked along the opposite side. She gripped illegal bahis the long shaft with her left hand and aimed the large head at my mouth. “Now lick the tip and then down and along the rim. Very good.” I knew that her wedding rings were now being recorded with her hand feeding this big cock into my face.”Now, take the whole head into your mouth and suck it. Verrrrry goood… Put your hand up here and stroke it gently… Oh, it’s getting so big. You could stack both hands on it and there would still be more than you can fit in your mouth. That’s right, stroke it with both hands and suck it. Thomas obviously likes the way you suck cock. I knew you would be good at it.” She left me to the task as he carressed one of her breasts. I looked up at the camera and saw that he was looking right at me. Mistress was also and she was smiling as I sucked his cock up for her.She started to remove his shirt and then she gave a little gasp. I glanced up to see him gently sucking one of her beautiful breasts and then the other. I paused only briefly in my attention to his cock as we helped Thomas remove his shirt, pants and boxers. She straddled his lap on the chair and ordered me to feel her pussy and make sure it was good and wet. I slid a finger into her slit and she was very very wet. I smeared some of her honey around on her pink pussy lips. “Now spread my pussy lips and guide that big cock into my cunt.”Any man who would follow that order – any man who would participate so actively at his wifes’s command in the penetration of her pussy by a superior man’s cock – is a pussy-whipped cuckold. There’s just no other way to look at it. I knew then that I would not be able to stop her from fucking any man she wanted any time she wanted. I also knew that I would accept that, as long as she would still be my Mistress. I spread her wet pink pussy lips while she squatted down on his huge cockhead, which I positioned with my left hand for her. I knew that my wedding ring was now recorded with my hand guiding that massive cock into her waiting pussy.”Unghh, unghh, UNGHHH! It’s so big! I’ve never felt so full before!”I held his cock as she slowly slipped it further and further into her tight pussy until eventually, there was no room for my hand any more. He was gently licking and tugging her nipples with his tongue and lips as he handed the camera to me. She soon had his whole cock stuffed up into her and she began to slowly slide up and down on it. Even through the small viewscreen of the camera, it was quite obvious that her large clit was fully erect and was rubbing his belly at the bottom of each stroke.”Ohhhhhhhhh, this is really a special experience,” she sighed. The sight of her with all of that cock in her combined with the feeling of the lace panties on the tip of my straining cock was more than I could endure. I started to come and Mistess looked over just in time to notice a glob drip onto the carpet.”Oh, look Thomas my little sissy-boy is coming. It looks like he enjoys seeing me being fucked by a real man after all. Lift up your skirt, Michelle and show us your pretty panties.”I pulled up my skirt with one hand and my cum was oozing all over the front of them.”Now show the camera,” she ordered.