From david@tweedst.demon.co.uk Thu May 29 07:48:58 1997
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From: David <david@tweedst.demon.co.uk>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: My Ashtray Slave (Part 1 Reposted) F/M/m Humil
Date: 29 May 97 16:48:58 +0500
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    You may be interested to read of the relationship that I have with my wimp
of a
husband who answers to the name of Faggot. Faggot is 48 years old whilst I am
26.
I do exactly as I please in our relationship and he does exactly as he is
told, immedi-
ately and without question.  Some may call me a real bitch but our lifestyle
suits us
both.  I knew Faggot was a masochist before we married so I just give him what
he
really wants, in spades!  I have now developed his servitude to such an extent
that
he now waits hand and foot on both me and my boyfriend Dave.



   Dave is a really gorgeous stud who is 22, and also happens to be an
arrogant, su-
percilious bully. He freely admits to torturing younger boys at his public
school and is
delighted to be able to carry this on with Faggot!  Having a submissive and
obedient
scivvy to obey his slightest whim is right up his street and he takes great
delight in
humiliating and tormenting Faggot, as well as giving me a lovely shafting with
his
lovely big silky-smooth cock, which he really knows how to use!



   On weekends when Dave is staying it often amuses us to see who will be the
first
to reduce Faggot to a state of tearful frustration, and humiliation. As well
as the con-
stant ridicule and degradation Faggot can also expect to receive a good doze
of the
cane across his bare arse or hands which frequently reduces him to a
blubbering
wreck, especially if we are in the mood to lay the strokes on good and hard. 
Even
the mere threat of six laid on hard  from Dave leaves Faggot practically
frantic in his
efforts to find ways to  demonstrate his servility and obedience towards his
Master.



   Last weekend Dave stayed over and on the Friday evening Faggot helped me to

get dressed for him. After my bath Faggot was ordered to help me on with a
lacy
suspender belt, silk stockings and garter belt. I should add that if I feel
even the
slightest brush of Faggot's grubby paws against me he automatically gets three

strokes of the cane across the offending hand. This, of course, makes his task
even
harder with his fingers numb and bloated from my cane!



   Next came a tight, knee length skirt (no knickers!) which showed off every
contour
of my bare backside, and also the outline of my suspenders.. Then he had to
button
up my satin blouse. Again there was no touching allowed. It amused me to watch
his
hands trembling as he struggled with the buttons..  As soon as he had done
them up
I casually undid them all and ordered him to button up my blouse all over
again.



  Sweat was pouring down Faggots face as he fearfully concentrated on avoiding

even the slightest touch of my tits through the satin. Dave likes to see me
dressed in
satin so Faggot had an expensive time buying me new blouses and dresses in
silk
and satin. Finally, came a pair of my gleaming patent leather stilettos. To
make sure
these had been licked clean to my satisfaction I ordered Faggot to kneel and
spread
his legs wide apart. I placed the toe of my shoe directly under his balls and
straining
cock which I expected to see reflected in the gleaming leather.



   I decided that the shine wasn't quite to my liking so I gave the command,
"Snout
down and arse up!".  A dozen  strokes of the cane laid on hard across his
upturned
rump had the little worm sobbing and squirming and very anxious to get his
tongue
over my shoes to escape further punishment.



  When Dave arrived Faggot greeted his Master by crawling towards him on his
belly
with his hands behind his back and respectfully kissing  the toe of each shoe.
We
insist on this little ceremony to instil in Faggot exactly who his boss is. 
He then spent
the evening waiting on us dressed in a French maids uniform complete with
frothy
petticoats, a frilly apron and a neat little cap.  His duties  consisted of
serving the
meal,  pouring the wine, serving coffee, lighting our cigarettes and being at
our beck
and call at all times.



   As Faggot hadn't eaten at all during the day we decided that we would amuse
our-
selves by making him eat our cold leftovers - after we had scraped them into
an ash-
tray full of our ash and butt ends! Dave ordered him to bend over the table
with his
hands behind his back while I placed the ashtray directly under his nose. 
Dave
grasped his hair and forced his silly face into the mess, keeping his head
there until
Faggot had swallowed the leftovers and licked the ashtray spotlessly clean. 
Not very
appetising for Faggot but tremendous fun for us seeing the little wankers
mouth
caked with ash!



   After the meal Dave changed from his suit to a satin bath robe and we
settled
down to watch a romantic movie with me sitting in his lap with my hand under
the
satin of Daves' robe caressing his erect cock.  We decided to keep Faggot on
ash-
tray duty which meant he was ordered to kneel before us and keep his mouth
wide
open for Dave and I to tap our ash into. Any sign of his mouth closing was
rewarded
with a good hearty slap across the face.  I noticed Faggot became more and
more
excited watching my gentle fingers stroking Daves  powerful erection just
inches
from his face.



  The climax of Faggots humiliation for the evening came when he was ordered
to
kneel on the bathroom floor as Dave slowly undid his satin robe and laid his
large
cock over Faggots face. We both laughed as Dave rinsed the cigarette ash out
of our
slaves mouth by pissing in it!  Most of the piss went straight in Faggot's
mouth but
some landed on the floor and over his uniform andwe left Faggot with orders 
to lick
all of Daves piss off the bathroom floor as we sauntered off to bed. The
uniform
would also need to be hand washed, dried and pressed before Fag End knocked on

my bedroom door to present himself before us again in the morning.  Wooden
floor-
boards and a cold night was all Faggot had to look forward to, whilst I had
satin
sheets, a gorgeous hunk to fuck and a servile maid to torture, but that`s just
the way
the it should be, and the weekend was only just beginning!

Please feel free to Email Dave and I with any ideas on how we can torture
Faggot.
Make them sooo degrading and painful! I would also be grateful for any stories
or
accounts involving cuckolded husbands who have to serve Masters and
Mistresses.

Love, Tiffany


From david@tweedst.demon.co.uk Thu May 29 07:50:46 1997
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From: David <david@tweedst.demon.co.uk>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: My Ashtray Slave (Part 2) F/M/m Humil
Date: 29 May 97 16:50:46 +0500
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My name is Tiffany and my last post "My Ashtray Slave" outlined the
relationship I
have with my slave husband Faggot who serves both me and my boyfriend Dave.
This next story shows the sort of treatment we dish out to Faggot on a regular
basis.
I would be grateful if anyone could mail me any similar accounts or stories of
slaves
serving couples and cuckolded husbands. Or if anyone has any suggestions for
hu-
miliations and punishments to be handed out to Faggot please feel free to
contact
me.



Last Saturday night Dave and I were going out to the theatre and then to
dinner. So
it was a chance to wear a really stunning dress!  I chose a black satin sheath
type
evening dress that was ankle length , and very tight.  It's absolutely
gorgeous and
the whole dress shimmers and ripples as the vibrant satin moves. The split in
it goes
to the top of my thighs and I make sure Dave can see my creamy, milky thighs
above the lacy top of my stockings and my saucy red garter belt. I don't wear
a bra,
mainly because Dave likes me like that, but also so that my nipples can rub
against
the soft sensual satin material.  Black patent stilettos topped off the
outfit.



Dave had got ready before me and he looked fantastic in a brilliant white silk
shirt,
bow tie and dinner jacket.  The smell of his aftershave still lingered in the
bathroom
and just the thought of him and his cock made my pussy drip. Usually my maid
Fag-
got helps me dress but Dave had got bored waiting for me to get ready so he
de-
cided to have a little fun with the scivvy to fill in time.



Faggot is 48, more than twice the age of Dave at 22, but his grovelling
servility to
him has to be seen to be believed and when I had finished getting ready and
gone
downstairs I was to see a practical demonstration of this!



Dave had a naked Faggot standing rigidly at attention with legs wide apart,
hands
clasping his elbows behind his back , chin jutting upwards to the ceiling and
up on
tiptoes. This is what we call "Punishment Position No. 7" and is designed to
be un-
comfortable.  At the snap of our fingers we expect to  have Faggot in this
position
within three seconds. God help him if he isn't.  Three seconds to get into it,
and it can
be anything up to four hours before he's given permission to get out of it! 
If his heels
touch the floor, then he's given 20 strokes of the cane and ordered back into
position
for double the time. The strain on his leg muscles is tremendous and usually
he can
barely walk if we have had him in this position for more than an hour.  Still,
he knows
better than to move even so much as an inch!



  Judging by the way his legs were trembling I guessed Faggot must have been
in
position for about half an hour. What a contrast to his young master who sat
relaxed
and cool in his chair, exquisitely dressed, one leg crossed over the other,
sipping a
scotch and lazily surveying his sweating, straining slave.



 Dave  picked up a whippy cane, approached Faggot  and casually started to
grind
his designer Italian shoe on Faggots bare toes.



"Ahhh..... uugghh....Ahhhh!" gasped Faggot at the unexpected pain, and sweat
started to pop from his face.



"Sore was that fuckface?" asked Dave, making no effort to remove his shoe and
jab-
bing the point of the cane under Faggots chin, forcing his head even further
back un-
til he was staring directly up at the ceiling.



"Ye-yes... S....Si..... Sir..", Faggot was taking great gulps of air by this
time. Panic
started to rise in him. He knew Dave could be maliciously cruel when he was
bored.



Dave lit a cigarette and blew a stream of smoke straight into Faggots face,
making
him cough and splutter. Again Dave ground his shoe, bringing another hiss of
pain
from his slave.



"I expect you'd like me to give you permission to move?"



"Oh yer..yessss Sir, very much so Sir, please Sir, pleaseeee Master!"



"Beg me then, nice and humbly", goaded Dave.  He removed the cane from under
Faggots chin and inserted the pointed tip straight into Faggots right nostril.
  He used
his forefinger and thumb to twirl the cane further upwards.



"NNggg, Please Master, please let me move Sir! I'll do anything Sir, I'll
drink your
piss and I'll eat your shit, but, pleaseeee Sir, let me move! "



"Like me to give your hands a caning instead scumface?" Dave smiled into the
older
mans face. Pushing the base of the cane with the tip of his forefinger he
forced the
cane even further up his nostril.



"Yer....Yess s.s.s sir, if you would be so kind, yes Sir, please Sir, I would
Sir, ANY-
THING SIR!"



God! Faggot must be have been feeling the strain if he preferred a caning from

Dave! And what a sight he looked! Here was my lawful husband in that
ridiculous po-
sition, naked, sweating like a pig, the cane tip bulging up the inside of his
nose, beg-
ging a young man 26 years younger than himself to cane him.



Dave regarded Faggot with utmost derision and contempt. He took a deep drag
from
his cigarette. Holding his face only three inches from Faggot's he slowly blew
the
smoke into his pathetic features.



"Hear that Tiffany? Your wanker of a husband says it would be kind of me to
thrash
his hands!"



I stood next to Dave and gently caressed his firm bum, and started to lick his
ear.
Meanwhile Faggots eyes pleaded for relief and his body was shaking with the
strain.
I turned my head and purred at Faggot,



"Well shitface, don't you think you should thank Dave for offering to cane
scum like
you?"



"Yes indeed M-Miss! Thank you M-M-Master, it will be an honour and a p-
privelege
for a wanker and sh...sh...shitface like me to be caned by you S...Si...Sir!



I giggled, and went back to licking Dave's ear. I knew this was turning Dave
on, and I
knew he would cane Faggot harder when he was horny. This was going to be fun
to
watch!



Dave smirked and blew yet another stream of smoke into Faggots face.



"Tongue!", ordered Dave.



Immediately Faggot opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue as far as it

would go. Dave stubbed out his cigarette on the soft wet flesh, covered it
with ash,
and then flicked his butt into Faggot's open mouth.



"Right, punishment time! Hold out your paws fuckface, you're getting three
across
each trotter." said Dave.



As Faggot held out both hands, I circled him and taunted him by letting the
cool satin
ofmy dress brush against his legs. I let him smell my perfume and feel my warm

scented breath as I spoke softly into his ear,



 "You're going to count and thank your Master after each and every stroke
fuckface,
and if you lose count  or your heels touch the floor, he'll start again from
the begin-
ning. Clear fuckface?"



Yer....Yesss M-M-Miss, and th...th...thank you Miss", replied a trembling
Faggott. Still
holding his head backwards and heels off the floor, he held out both hands
palm up-
wards.



Whhhhheeeetttt......ccrrraaaccckkk !!!



Dave brought  the whippy cane down from above his head and the sound of it
ech-
oed round the room as it left a bright red weal straight across Faggots palm.
Faggot
let out a high pitched scream and staggered a few paces, desperately trying to
keep
his balance.



"One, thankyou Master" Faggot managed to gasp. Again his trembling hands were
held out.



Dave built up the tension by tapping the cane across the very tips of Faggots
fingers
taking his aim.  Faggot knew exactly where Dave was going to lay the next cut
and
started pleading and mewling,



"Please sir, please have mercy, please, pleeeeaase aaaaaggghhhhhh!"



Dave's stroke landed just where he intended, right across the tips of the
fingers.
Dave smiled at me in satisfaction as Faggot literally danced around on his
toes. His
gyrations where now frantic.



"T...,t...,two, th...th...thank you M-M-Master"



"Keep those trotters and toes up!" I warned.



By this time Faggot was in quite a state. His face was covered in sweat ,tears
ran
down his cheeks and his hands and legs were shaking uncontrollably. I think
the
only thing that kept him in position was the fact that he only had one more
stroke to
go on that hand.



Whhhhheeeetttt......ccrrraaaccckkk !!!



The cane swept down hard across exactly the same  spot! Faggots reaction was
in-
credible, he doubled over from the waist then shot bolt upright, all within
the space of
a second! Then he let out a high pitched scream that sounded almost like a
girls!
But, incredibly, he was still on his toes and offering his paw for the cane!



"Th... Th... Three, Thank you S..S...Sir!", Faggot could hardly get the words
out
through his blubbery tears.



I winked at Dave and said "My, my, such a fuss over a little tap to the hand!
Surely
that can't have hurt, can it Faggot?"



"Yer..Y..yesss M..M...M-Miss, yes it did Miss, oh pleaseeee M-M-Miss, no more
Miss, please it hurts!"



 My eyebrows raised in a mock expression of disbelief.



"And I say it didn't. Would you be calling me a liar Faggot?",



"No, no, no Miss! Not at all Miss! Noooo Miss!",  Faggot was terrified of
showing me
the slightest sign of defiance!   Faggot wouldn't dare do such a thing. Then,
of
course, he realised the trap he had fallen into and his face held a look of
utter de-
spair.



I smiled like the cat that got the cream and danced  my fingertips up Dave's
thigh,
playfully squeezing his erect cock. I turned to Faggot and said silkily,



"Good! Then if that didn't hurt  you'd better ask your Master to give them to
you
again, and harder!"



Dave stood smirking and holding the cane in both hands, flexing and bending
its
length almost double into an arc. I nuzzled Dave's neck and stroked his bum,
letting
him know I was hot!  My nipples were erect through the satin material and I
pressed
my tits against Dave's chest. I could feel his manhood jutting and twitching
beneath
the thin material of his trousers.



Faggot had to beg, he had no choice.



"S..S...Sir, P..P...Please S...S...Sir, c-can you p-please give me the strokes
again S-
Sir, but p-please make them h-h-harder Sir."



"My pleasure fuckface, trotters out again!"



By the time Dave had finished with him both hands had swollen to twice their
normal
size and blisters covered the tips of his fingers.

Faggot had begged and pleaded before each stroke, but Dave was relentless. 
The
final total was fifteen strokes, the last six laid on because I judged his
heels to have
touched the floor during his gyrations. They hadn't really,  but I was
enjoying myself
so much

I just wanted to see him get six more!



But now I wanted to fuck! I slithered out my dress and left it in a pool of
satin on the
floor and lowered my pussy lips around Dave's 10 inch monster as he sat in a
chair.
Swiftly I wrapped my legs around him and started to fuck while pushing my
tongue
deep in his mouth.  If ever any of you men hear that size doesn't matter,
DON'T BE-
LIEVE IT!  There is NOTHING like the feeling of a real mans full 10 inch cock
deep in
your pussy!  Faggot was ignored as we fucked and fucked.



Eventually we climaxed and I sat curled up on Dave's lap fully sated and
cradled in
his arms as he ran his fingers over my sheer stockings. I lit a cigarette.
There was
still an hour to go before the theatre. Time for a little fun of my own!  What
could I do
for fun? Let me think, Mmmmmm, oh yes, I know!



 I snapped my fingers.



"Punishment Position No.7".



Within three seconds Faggot was back in position, a look of horror on his
face!

Thats the end for the moment. If anyone wants to hear more please let me know.
 Love,
Tiffany


