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   This story is a part of a trilogy (One Week for Stefan Berg, A Perfect
Husband and Another Woman) which is about the young man Stefan, who is
forced into slavery by his cousin and his friends.  If you are underaged or
offended by the following, please don't read further.
   BDSM Bondage Discipline Humiliation Slavery Scat Wet Chastity Diapers
Infantilism Spanking Smothering Body Modification Blackmail Transgender
Forced sex And many more lovely fetishes and stuff!
   If you love it, enjoy!
   I, Mariette Sadine, own this story with its copyright (c).  Please don't
copy or publish it anywhere else without my permission.
   If you love or hate my stories, please email me at
mariettesadine@gmail.com and tell me what you think.  Or if you have
anything else to say.  I love to get emails but without sexual suggestions
if it is not ideas to more stories of course...
   If you want to be kind to me, send some similar stories to me or
pictures and illustrations showing the things inside my stories.
   Love you!
   Mariette
  
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   Chapter 10
   The night before the trip, which would be somewhere I didn't know of, I
slept very little.  Partly because I was in pain after the dildo but also
due to my horniness.  My penis was about to blow up inside its plastic
prison, which it didn't.  She had orgasmed twice.  I none, even though she
had ridden me.  It was hugely frustrating and humiliating to lie on my back
as my wife rode me but I could feel nothing at all.  She did enjoy it and
that was obviously the most important thing.  What I felt didn't matter
when she apparently wanted to use me as the moment suited her best and that
best satisfied her desires.  And so it would be according to her, which
made me extremely depressed.  Would I ever get an orgasm?  Or should she
just milk my balls so it would not overflow?
        One hour's sleep, it was enough, but against all expectation, I
found something positive in the night.  When morning came, and the first
rays of the sun shone in through the panoramic window in my wife's bedroom,
my diaper was dry.  Nina would certainly be happy!
        "Nina," I whispered, and laid my hand on my wife's shoulder.  She
slept with her face turned away from me, but woke up and looked at me. 
     "What?" She muttered, staring at me.       "Nina, my diaper is dry," I
said cheerfully, but was met by a blow on the cheek and I whined. 
     "Why did you hit me?" I asked and got a bang on the other cheek from
the back of her hand.       "How should you address your wife?" She hissed,
sitting up in bed.  Then I remembered.       "Excuse me, Mrs.  My diaper is
dry," I said, trying to avoid a sob of pain.  She looked at me. 
     "That's good.  Then maybe you don't need to have the diaper in the
evening when we arrive at the hotel," she said, got out of bed and went
into the bathroom.  So much for the joy, I thought, and remained stable.  I
heard her flushing the toilet and she came out and looked at me.       "Get
up.  You need to take a shower and do it quickly," she said, and seemed
uninterested in that I didn't pee in the diaper at night.  I dared not say
anything but hurried out of bed and off to her bathroom, but a strong arm,
put an end to that trip.       "You shower in the other bathroom.  This is
mine and will remain so.  Do you understand?  And don't lock the door," she
said.       "Yes, Mrs.," I answered, and walked out of her bedroom and
walked through the passage to the second bathroom.       In the shower I
let the tears flow.  On my finger was a wedding ring, a thin gold ring
which I had received the day before.  But more than that I didn't know of
our marriage.  What did she say?  Why was she so surly and angry when we
would be going away on our honeymoon?       Soon Nina came into the
bathroom.  She smiled and seemed to be in a better mood.       "Step out of
the shower and show your back to me," she said and I did.  When I looked
into the shower she took my hands and forced them behind my back.  Where I
felt something metallic that was fastened around both my wrists and then it
clicked.       "Turn around," she said, as I did.  She had put on a pair of
handcuffs.  I pulled a bit of them and looked inquiringly at Nina. 
     "Be quiet and it won't hurt," she said and I shut my mouth.       Nina
took out a key and bent down in front of me to insert the key into the
chastity belt padlock.  After a while I was free and happy, but I could not
access my own penis.  It rose in pure happiness, but to no avail.  Nina
pushed me into the shower, grabbed the shower hose and turned on the cold
water.  I screamed but she ignored my cries when she flushed the water
around my sex and got both the scrotum and penis to shrink to something
that most resembled old tomatoes.  Or over ripe plums.       "Stand still
and don't move," she simply said.   When I was cooled, she took my shower
cream and massaged it in between my legs and cleaned, then she flushed with
water and I screamed and shivered with cold.
        "Stand still and be quiet," she said and took different parts of
the chastity belt and went over to the sink.  There she washed them and
then returned to me.  A little lubricant was smeared around the scrotum and
penis and then she put everything back again, but she didn't touch my
genitals more than necessary.       "I think of putting a plastic strip
instead of the lock on the belt.  It is equally effective and must be
clipped, as I do when I deem it necessary.  The advantage is that it
contains no metal parts, and therefore goes through the metal detector
without you having to pull down your pants when we go through the security
checkpoint at the airport," she said, and strapped a white little plastic
band and I was at once trapped.  So we were going flying.  I had not done
that many times in my life and dreams scamper.  Where would we go?  Palms
or snow?       "Thank you, Mrs.  for your thoughtfulness," I said and she
actually smiled a bit, before she got up, unlocked the handcuffs and
disappeared out of the bathroom.
        I finished my shower, shaved and made myself ready.  Then I thought
about what clothes I had and went naked into the bedroom to look for my
wife.  She came from my bedroom with one set of clothes, which consisted of
a pink T-shirt and a pair of regular jeans shorts, albeit with a slightly
feminine cut but it was better than diaper pants and skirt.  I smiled and
accepted them.  Surely we would not go somewhere where it was cold anyway,
I thought and smiled to myself.       "Change into this," she said, staring
at me when I pulled on my underwear, which turned out to be a pair of pink
panties, a pair of white socks, shorts and sweater.       "Prepare
breakfast while I make myself ready," she said, and vanished.  I obeyed and
felt a little better.  Maybe Nina would be nice if I remembered to use the
words she told me to address her from now on.
        An hour later, I had served my wife coffee, sandwiches, scrambled
eggs and juice.  Naturally, I was eating in the kitchen but it really
didn't matter to me.  She sat by herself and enjoyed breakfast at the
dining room table while I enjoyed at least as much to eat normal food, at
the kitchen bench.       The bags were ready at the front door and together
we left the floor.  She carried them, which felt a little degrading,
because it used to be the man who carried the bags but now the rules were
changed.
        Down in the reception area I saw the man who worked the day before
and he looked at us.       "Stefan, go and leave the key card to the
receptionist," Nina said, and continued towards the door while I went to
the man behind the counter.  He smiled at me.       "A determined wife you
have," he said, "are you going on honeymoon?" He asked.       "Yes."
     "Where?" He asked, looking for Nina, who disappeared outside.       "I
have to go now.  Thank you for taking care of the key," I said and ran off
toward the door.  Did not want to entangle myself ino much of a discussion
I didn't know where it would end.       "Bon voyage", I heard the man
behind me shout, and I raised my hand in greeting and hurried after Nina.
     Outside was a limo, which we had been riding in the day before, and
Marianne was waiting with the passenger door open.       "Good morning.  I
hope that last night was to your satisfaction," Marianne said, smiling. 
Nina looked at her when I arrived at the car.       "He was good enough to
satisfy me," she said briefly, and Marianne smiled back as she loaded the
bags in the luggage compartment.       On the way to the airport Nina sat
in the front seat and was talking to Marianne.  A pane of glass between
front and rear seats slid up when we left our neighborhood and did that
meant I could only see but hear neither Nina nor Marianne.  They laughed
and talked.  I myself looked out through the side window and felt like a
prisoner again.  Or as a child.  This time, however diaper free as I
managed to keep myself all night.  It was a victory.  Maybe the chastity
belt had helped me, I thought.
        Nina didn't speak to me neither when we left the car, Marianne
wished us a nice trip or when we walked through the airport.  And it was
not until we arrived at the check-in counter as I came up with the need for
a passport to travel.  My parents had been dealing with my passport in the
past and I had no idea where it could be.  Moreover, I didn't have an ID or
even a wallet with me.  Because aof that Nina took care of it.  I hoped.  A
coldness went through my spine when I realized I was totally dependent on
my wife.  What would I do without money and without any identification
documents if I lost her, so I knocked her uneasily on his back. 
     "Mrs.," I said as we stood in the queue to check-in.  She turned
around and looked down at me.  She had deliberately chosen to have the
heels on her shoes and I got low sneakers.       "Mrs., I have no passport.
How will I be able to travel?" I asked, discreetly, and she turned around
with her back to me again without answering.  When it was our turn, she
produced two passports at the check-in counter, and two tickets.       "Mr
and Mrs.  Lager?" The woman said, first looking at Nina, and then at me and
smiled a bit.  We probably looked pretty odd together but that was the way
it was.       "That's right.  Here are the tickets and passports," Nina
said, and sounded dominant, prompting the woman behind the counter to speed
up and soon we were on our way to the security checkpoint.  Nina was in
charge of the passport and tickets and showed them when we went through
without a beep anywhere.  I followed Nina and was quiet because I
remembered that I wasn't allowed to talk to her without permission.  Why
did she not talk to me?  I wondered.  And where would we go?  I had not
seen the tickets and the woman at the counter hadn't said anything. 
Several destinations were on the screens and also with similar departure
times.  It was not until we went into the waiting room at the gate I saw
that it was Kingston and realized that we were going to Jamaica.  Inside, I
felt excitement and joy.  I was going on honeymoon to Jamaica.  Not bad.  I
thought of my parents.  Would they have been happy about this?  That their
son was married to Nina.  Perhaps, if they didn't know how I was treated.
When our plane was called out my wife looked at me.       "Now is the time.
Do as I say, then this trip will be wonderful," she said and pushed me to
the ticket counter, showed our tickets and we got on the plane.
        "Thank you, Mrs.," I said discreetly when we found our seats on the
plane and we left the airport, which disappeared beneath us.  Nina looked
at me and patted me on the cheek.  I sat at the window and Nina in the
middle and on the edge was a well-built, muscular man about Nina's age.  On
the other side of the narrow gangway, sat what appeared to be his wife. 
     "This is our honeymoon.  We will remember it all our lives," Nina
said, and I smiled before she took out a book from the bag.  A book about
feminism.  And she gave me a comic book.  The Phantom.  I haven't read it
in years.  So I felt like a child again, but said nothing.  It would have
been foolhardy to destroy the atmosphere which still crackled.  An
atmosphere of expectation.  So I thanked her discreetly for the comic and
Nina asked me to be quiet and read.  I still felt embarrassed to address my
wife as Mrs., and she grinned a bit when I said it to her.  The man who sat
beside her looked at me.  So Nina could not be silent.       "My name is
Nina.  This is my husband Stefan.  We are on our honeymoon," she said.  The
man who sat reading a newspaper put it down and looked up.       "My name
is Tomas and this ...  she sleeps some, Karin," he said, laughing a bit. 
Nina looked at me and I nodded at the man but said nothing.       They
started talking and Nina told me that we had gotten married and moved to an
apartment in town.  Then she announced the death of my parents but I dared
not say anything about it.  It was a submissive feeling that filled me and
I continued to read the series while the two talked about the weather and
other general things.  It turned out that we would stay at the same hotel
in Jamaica and Nina chirped cheerfully that we could have dinner together.
I could not protest, but it felt a bit as if they were sitting and flirting
with each other, while his wife sat and slept.  So Nina turned to me. 
     "What do you say.  They are nice, aren't they?  " she asked me and I
just nodded.       Then Nina leaned closer to Thomas's ear and whispered
something, and he looked first at her and then at me.       "He gets
along," Nina said, and then they decided that we would meet at night in the
hotel restaurant.
        The woman who traveled with Thomas woke up and Nina and Thomas
didn't talk to each other during the rest of the trip.  I didn't dare ask
my wife what she had talked to him about, but had to accept that we would
hang out with others during our honeymoon.
        A few hours later we landed at the airport and Nina retrieved our
bags.  Thomas and Karin got on the same bus and Nina and he sat next to
each other while I sat by myself on a seat behind and Karin was sitting on
the other side beside her husband.  Why did she do so?  I wanted to sit
next to my wife but it was apparently not acceptable.  Perhaps it was
jealousy that struck me.       The two talked and joked, but I didn't hear
what they said.  I didn't understand why Karin didn't react to her husband
who was flirting with my wife.  Perhaps she was used to it, I thought and
enjoyed instead the different environment that flickered past outside the
bus windows.  We went on a narrow stretch of sea on both sides of us,
before we arrived in town and the hotel.  Everywhere I could see the sea
that stretched out like an eternity on the horizon and I was amazed at the
beauty, while Nina and Thomas giggled and talked.       Once at the hotel
the travelers who would stay at the hotel left the bus.  It turned out to
be me and Nina and Tomas and Karin, but no others.  So it suddenly became
intimate.
   I stood in the heat next to the bus and Nina took our bags while Thomas
took his and Karin's luggage and we went into the hotel foyer.  Karin said
nothing to me and I walked next to Nina to the check in desk.  When we got
the key to the room, the receptionist offered us two but Nina said we only
needed one, we went up the stairs to our room and once inside the she
closed the door behind us.  Nina was standing in the middle of the room and
looked at me.       "You have behaved yourself really well today, Stefan
and I hope you do so in the evening at dinner."      "Thank you, Mrs., that
I intend to do," I replied and felt tired after the journey and laid down
on the bed while Nina disappeared into the bathroom.       "What do you
think of Thomas, then?" Nina asked from the bathroom.       "He seems nice,
Mrs.," I replied, feeling tired.       "He is as old as I am and has his
own gym company that he is building up.  Right now he is looking for people
and I think I'm going to consult with him if I could get a job there," she
said and I was suddenly wide awake.  What was she doing, anyway? 
     "What do you mean?  Find out more about it first," I suggested.  Then
she came out of the bedroom and went to the door to the balcony and opened
it.  I could suddenly hear the sounds from the ocean and the traffic in
front of the hotel.  She turned around.  Anger shone in her eyes.  I
realized I said something stupid, and I got that confirmed when she went to
the bed and grabbed my leg and my arm.       "You forgot the Mrs.", she
hissed and pulled me out of bed and threw me up so that I suddenly was
inclined back over her shoulders.  It was terribly painful.       "I am so
sorry, Mrs.," I said when she pressed me down so I bent further over her
and it felt as if my back would break.       "Oh, please, release me,
Mrs.," I prayed and felt the tears that burst out of my eyes.  She then
released my arm and put her hand over my mouth, which meant I could not get
up from her grasp, but was pressed down even more against her body. 
     "What do you think about the view?" She asked and walked over to the
window while I struggled against the pain she inflicted on me.  She held me
so everything was upside down.       "Mmmmffhgghhhhh," I yelled as she
increased the pressure and I looked out over the city and the bay.       "I
don't want to hear your opinions.  I decided to look for a job and I'll do
it," she said while I tried to remove her hand from my mouth so I could
breathe normally, but it was tough.       "Moreover, you say Mrs.," she
said and walked back over to the bed and let me down.  I sobbed and
sniffled when I was free and still had pain in my back.  I could barely
move and began to sweat with fear.       "Please, Mrs., I can barely move
myself," I said and looked at her.       "What a pity then.  Then I will
have to eat dinner with Thomas alone because Karin is in a meeting with a
client tonight," Nina said.  She had done this to me on purpose, I
realized, in order to be alone with Thomas and I stared blankly at her.  I
did not think it would be like this at all on our honeymoon.       "I am
happy to join you, Mrs.," I answered politely and looked at my wife, who
looked down on me.  She just shook her head.       "You rest here tonight,"
she noted and I just wanted to cry.  It was our honeymoon, not hers and
Thomas.  But I didn't dare protest.       "I'll prepare you later," she
said and went back to the bathroom, where she turned on the shower while I
was lying and I had so much pain in my back that I could hardly turn around
in bed.       From the bathroom I heard her singing something.  Then a wave
of sleepiness came over me and to the sound of the waves I fell asleep. 
Just a good start on our honeymoon.
        When I woke up I felt the pain in my back has settled somewhat, but
I was still bruised by my wife's brutal treatment.  Nina was sitting beside
me on the edge of the bed and smiling.  Her hair was wrapped in a towel and
a bathrobe with the hotel's emblem surrounded her body.  She stroked my
head.       "Do you still have back pain?" She asked anxiously.       I
nodded.       "A little, Mrs.," I replied sleepily.       "Get down on the
floor.  Sit down on your knees with your hands behind your back.  I'm
horny," she said then and I just forced myself to slide down from the bed
and sat on my knees in front of Nina, who lay down on her back and spread
her legs.       "Lick me," she said, while she reached for the telephone on
the nightstand.  I looked up at her, but she put one leg behind my neck and
pressed my face against her cunt and held me there while she pressed a few
numbers on the phone.       "Room 546" I heard her say as she held me
against her wet sex.       "Lick," she said again and pressed me harder
against her and I started licking her inside and she moaned slightly, while
someone answered in the other end.       "Hey, Thomas.  What about dinner?
" she asked while I was licking her.  There was silence for a while and she
giggled.       "No, he has a sore back after the flight so it will be just
you and me," she said and I felt the anger spread in my body, but sat
helplessly down with my hands locked on my back under her legs and could
only continue to lick her while she was talking and giggling with Thomas.
     She began to rub her sex harder against me and rubbed her clitoris
against my face while she talked to him.       "Afterwards, perhaps? 
Looking forward to it.  Wait a minute," Nina groaned and I turned myself to
go away and say I didn't want her to meet him but she pressed her thighs
around my face and kept me in the ruthless grip so everything became
silent. Soon I felt it began to spin when the oxygen deficiency became a
fact.  I tried to get off my hands and yelled in her sex, but no reaction.
Panic spread.  Unable to breathe and my muscles weakened.  So everything
became black.
        A scent of the sea spread in my nose.  Somewhere I heard the roar
of the waves beating against the shore and the pier and down the street
with dense traffic.  I felt sweaty.  Lay in bed and looked up at the
ceiling.  What was it?  What had happened?  I remembered that I had my face
in Nina's cunt and everything turned black.  Outside it had begun to get
dark.  How long had I slept really?  The stretching of the body.  Something
was in my mouth and my throat was dry.  When I tried to move my hand, I
discovered to my horror that it was not possible.  Not the second either.
They seemed to be glued to the body.  The feet also.  My legs felt like
they were stuck together and I could not even get up.  I was just like a
stick in the bed.       "Fmmppffhhhh", I screamed but was tempered by what
was in my mouth.  A Pacifier.  The one I thought I would get rid of when I
was dry the night before we went on this hellish journey.  But how wrong I
was.  It was quiet in the hotel room.  I tried to turn myself around, but
realized I was stuck in whatever it was.  The head was somehow fixed so
that I could not bend it forward so I could not see what it was keeping me
unmovable.  But it was hot.  And sweaty.  What had she done to me?  Why? 
That's when I sensed the smell of a cigarette.  It seemed to come from the
balcony but because I could not turn my head, I could not see. 
     "Nnnmmmgghh", I yelled in the soother again, hoping that Nina was
somewhere nearby.  I heard footsteps and someone came into the room from
the balcony.  Nina appeared above my face and looked down at me. 
     "Good morning, Stefan," she said.  I stared angrily at her and tried
to move but I was motionless.  For some reason I was trapped in a vise. 
     "There is no point trying to get away.  Your legs and thighs are
strapped with a belt.  Your arms restrained against your body so you cannot
get anywhere.  It is for your own safety.  I don't want you to hurt
yourself.  Therefore, you have a diaper and diaper pants.  Under your body
I have fixed a stem to a wash mop I found in the bathroom.  That will help
you to lie still.  It is good for your back so it's straightened out again.
And so I put on your pajamas so you don't freeze," Nina said.       "And
the soother is so cute on you," she chirped.  My wife was wearing a pair of
fishnet pantyhose and a black leather skirt.  On the upper body she had a
white blouse that showed a bit too much of her breasts and I felt hopeless.
Here I was, and could not get anywhere.       "Do you want a cover over
your body?  Are you freezing?" I shook my head and wanted to cry.  She was
on her way out.  The scent of perfume reached the bed in the room.  She
would have a date with Thomas while I had to lie here.
        "Now I'll go and have dinner.  You'll get food when I come back
sometime later," she said, waving at me.       "Good night, Stefan.  And
sleep well and I'll see you later," she chirped, and kissed with her
heavily painted lips at me and disappeared through the hotel room door. 
      "Hlppppfffhgghhh," I shouted desperately, but nobody could hear me.
The traffic noise and deep sounds from the ocean and the waves stopped me.
Tears ran down my cheeks when I realized that I would stay here and have to
wait for my wife coming home after having met Thomas, a man she thought of
applying for a job.  God knows what they would do, more than work
together...       That night I lay and heard how the traffic noise was
reduced and how to cast down the street instead became more and more
vociferous.  Far away, I heard music from a disco and the laughter echoed
between the walls.  I tried to listen to sounds outside of the corridor. 
Sounds of my wife.
        I was about to fall asleep when the sounds of Nina's high-heeled
shoes could be heard in the hotel corridor.  But she seemed not to be
alone. The card key was pressed and the door opened.  I could not see who
it was.  Just stared at the ceiling as the laughter and giggles increased
in loudness and Nina's shoes approached.  A smell of cigarettes, perfume
and alcohol was spread in the room.  There was a strange perfume too.  A
man's perfume.       "Hello Stefan," Nina said, and came over to me and
removed the soother.  Her eyes were misty, and she seemed to have been
drinking alcohol.  She bent down and turned me over so she could pull out
the red plastic shaft that sat under my back so I could move.  I looked up
and saw Thomas standing by the door.       "This is what I told you about,"
Nina said, looking at Thomas.  "But the funny thing is that he wants it
this way.  He gets turned on by it," she said and dragged me up in the bed,
so I leaned against the wall.  I saw Thomas wearing a pair of khaki shorts
and a short-sleeved shirt that fit tight over his well-trained arms.  And I
felt very small.       "Tomas and I have had a really nice time.  Did you
also, Stefan?" Nina asked and patted me on the cheek.  I looked at her. 
     "Yes, Mrs.," I whispered.       "Higher," she hissed.       "Yes,
Mrs.," I said higher and Tomas grinned.       "He seems well-mannered in
all cases," he then laughed, and Nina went over to him.  They were about as
tall, Nina slightly shorter, and she put her arms around his neck and
kissed him for a long time.  Their tongues were playing in each other's
mouths.  I stared at her and felt an anger and frustration.  She was
cheating on me, her newly married husband.  In addition, he was cheating on
his wife.  So terrible.  Their hands explored each other's bodies and I
wanted to close my eyes, shut the world out there.  It was not how I wanted
our honeymoon to be.  At the same time I realized that this was what our
relationship would be.  Nina had not said anything that I would have sex
with her.  And it hadn't happened so far.
        When they finally let go of each other Nina whispered something in
Thomas's ear and he looked at me and shook his head.  She came over to me,
as I sat trapped in pajamas and diaper with hands and legs still tied and
motionless.  Yet I had not urinated in it but it would certainly happen if
she didn't let me be free soon.  But I realized she had no plans for it. 
     She pulled up a chair and put it on the floor at the balcony door. 
Then she came toward me and lifted me up from the bed.       "We adults
want the bed to ourselves for a while now," she said, in what sounded like
an extremely horny voice.  She carried me away to the chair and put me down
on it.       "Thomas, can you get the bathrobe belt from the bathroom?,"
she asked, and Thomas disappeared, and soon returned with the pink belt
which he gave to Nina while he looked at me.       "What do you see in
him?" He asked as he looked at me.       "He's a fun playmate," she
replied, and Thomas nodded understanding.       "But not good in bed, I
suppose?"      "No," Nina laughed while she tensed the belt around my chest
and tied me to the chair, "but he will do as a husband and he just gets
better and better," she replied and then she lifted her leather skirt and
pulled off her panties and rolled them up into a ball.       "Now I don't
want to hear anything from you," she said, and pinched my nose so I had to
open my mouth to get air.  She pressed the panties in my mouth.  They were
moist and tasted of her sex.  She held her hand over while she asked Thomas
to pull off his underpants, which he willingly did.  He pulled off his
shorts and then his underpants, which he gave to Nina.       "You should of
course also get to know a little smell and taste of sex so this is a good
thing," she said as she pulled his underwear over my head so that the
crotch ended up over my nose while sitting tightly fastened over my mouth
so I couldn't spit the panties out.  Through the holes for the legs, I
could see everything that happened in front of me.  Terribly humiliating
but I was not in a position to do something about it.       "I hope it's
okay if we have an audience?" Nina asked.       "Not at all.  Then he can
see what a real man's cock looks like," Thomas laughed and showed his big
hard cock in front of me.
        Nina took Thomas's hand and lay down on the bed and began making
out while I was strapped with a diaper on the chair and forced to watch as
my wife was with another man.  Despite the humiliation I felt my dick
trying to swell under the plastic cover and helplessness spread even more
in my body.  It felt like I had not had an orgasm for ages now and the
frustration was immense, yet I could not control it.  It was Nina who
controlled my urges.  And now it seemed she didn't worry too much about
them, where she was and making out with Thomas while her husband was
watching.  The smell of sweat from his scrotum and anus spread in my nose
every time I breathed in and the taste of my wife got stuck in the palate
and flowed down my throat.       "You are so beautiful, so big," Nina
groaned and lay down between his legs and took his cock in her mouth and
started sucking.  Why had she never sucked my dick?  I wondered bitterly as
Thomas leaned back and enjoyed while he controlled her head by moving it up
and down over his cock.  He loosened his hand from his head and she settled
over him so that her gender came over his mouth and he could lick her while
she sucked.  My penis struggled in its plastic prison.       Nina came
fairly quickly and yelled out her orgasm over Thomas's cock while he stayed
a while and prevented himself from getting his release.  When Nina looked
up, she was sweaty in the face and lips sticky from lipstick smudges on his
cock.  She got up from bed and took Thomas in her hand.       "I want
something to drink and a cigarette before we continue," Nina groaned and
pulled Thomas out of bed.
        Nina went over to the mini-bar and took out a bottle of white wine,
and Thomas came over to me and stood in front of me, his still hard cock
pointing in front of my face.       "She is beautiful, your wife," he said,
smiling.  "And soon I'll fuck her while you watch," he said and I saw his
cock hardening even more by the words he spoke.  As if he enjoyed and was
excited to stand and humiliate her husband to the woman he would soon be
fucking.       "And you get turned on by this too, huh?  To look?  Nina
told me," he said.  Nina opened the wine bottle and took two glasses and
walked past Thomas out on the balcony.  The muscular man stood and looked
at me for a while and then he looked out onto the balcony.  Suddenly his
big hand was in my face, and he pinched my nose so I could not breathe.  I
panicked and struggled for breath.  When he released after a while I
breathed the air through the nose, and felt even more the smell of his
sweat scrotum and anus, and he laughed before he disappeared out on the
balcony.  I could hear how they kissed and smoked.  The only thing I could
see was the empty bed, which would soon be filled by my wife and Thomas
again.  And he would fill her.       In the meantime they filled each other
with kisses and other things out there on the balcony.       "It will be
wonderfully exciting to work with you," Nina said.       "You bet," Thomas
answered, and they laughed and drank wine and smoked while I twitched in
the chair, but realized I was basically completely immobilized with
everything bound together.  Suddenly, I felt it pushing on the bladder.  I
didn't want to pee.  Not in the diaper, but I had no choice.  When Nina and
Thomas came in from the balcony the pee flowed into the diaper and the two
lovers almost ran over to the bed and threw themselves on top of each
other. Nina squirmed against me.       "Now look how a real man fucks a
woman," Nina said and lay on her stomach while Tomas pitched my wife from
behind.  Outside I heard the traffic began to increase again.  The room
began to slowly become brighter as the sun was getting up and I was getting
hungry.  I saw how big his hard limb penetrated into my wife and together
they enjoyed and filled each other's bodies with satisfaction as I sat with
a wet diaper and had to watch what happened.  When they finally shouted out
their orgasms loud Nina lay on her back and whispered something to Thomas.
He rose up and came over to me.  His body glistened with sweat as he
loosened the bathrobe belt around my body and lifted me up from the chair.
I screamed into her panties, but he only laughed when I was carried away in
his strong arms and laid down on my back in bed.  Nina turned to me and
took off his underpants and pulled the panties from my mouth.       "Sure
it was nice for you too?" She asked me and caressed my face.  I nodded in
response, reluctantly, humiliated, and both she and Thomas laughed. 
     "Good.  But you will not be without satisfaction," she said
cheerfully, and sat up and pulled me across the bed so that I ended up in
her wet sex.  Then she sat down over me and covered my eyes and my nose.  I
breathed with my mouth and suddenly felt how something sticky ran into it.
     "Swallow it all.  Don't close your mouth until I say so," she hissed,
and I had to obey when the warm fluid from Tomas filled my mouth and I
swallowed and was about to vomit, but managed to keep from doing it.  It
was his semen that I had to swallow, mixed with my wife's juices.  When
there was nothing left she let me lay down on the side of the bed again. 
     "Good, huh?  You do get used to the taste.  There will be more of that
to come," Nina said, while Thomas pulled on his clothes.       "You can
keep the underpants as a souvenir," he said to Nina and she laughed, threw
herself out of bed and around his neck and kissed him for a long time. 
Then he was gone and I was alone with Nina.
        "Has there been anything in the diaper?" She said and stuffed a
hand in my diaper.  She nodded.       "When I went to bed, there was
nothing in there," she said and sighed.  I could not explain why.  That was
easy.  If I hadn't been forced to have a diaper, I could have went to the
bathroom but I didn't dare say anything.       She pulled off my pajamas
pants and shirt, and I enjoyed the cool morning air that caressed my sweaty
body and when the diaper was released I almost groaned of freedom. 
     "You need a shower, go and take a shower," she said as she removed all
the tape that held up my arms and legs and I was free.       "Please, Mrs.,
I want something to eat," I said and looked imploringly at her with a
stomach cooing of hunger.       "There will be breakfast in a while.  Take
a shower first," she said and sent me into the bathroom, where I let the
water spray over my upper body and washed as best I could everything except
the chastity belt, which started to smell.  The thing which was unusable
inside while Nina and Thomas had their free and full of total enjoyment.  I
let a few tears run down my cheeks while the water washed them away.
        When I came out of the bathroom Nina was in the bed and smiled. 
Her eyes sparkled and she looked extremely satisfied.       "Thomas is not
married, Stefan, just so you know," she said.  I looked questioningly at
her.       "He brings Karin with him who works at the same company and who
would meet some clients here in Jamaica.  It's just a game," she said and I
didn't understand why it would somehow make me more comfortable.       "I
understand, Mrs.," I said and just stood at the foot of the bed. 
     "Clean and nice again," she said, getting up from bed.       "Did you
wash your mouth as well?" She laughed as she took my hand and pulled me out
onto the balcony.  I tried to struggle against her.  The only thing I was
wearing was the chastity belt.  Otherwise I was naked.       "Come out for
a while," she said without bothering about my silent protest, and she took
me out and sat in a chair and lifted me onto her lap so that I ended up on
her one leg.  Her arm was safe around me and I leaned against my wife. 
     Nina lit a cigarette and held me in her arms while she was smoking and
again I felt like a child.       "Isn't it beautiful here," she said as she
blew out the smoke above my head.       "Yes, Mrs.," I replied and she
giggled.       "What a good husband you've become.  If you behave yourself
now and don't question me, but do as I say, you will have a wonderful
life," she whispered and snapped a bit in my ear and I felt how I grew in
the plastic cover.       She reached her hand around my balls and squeezed
a little and I moaned slightly in frustration, but sat still.  So she
grabbed hold around my chastity belt and pretended it was my dick she
shook. I felt nothing and I felt myself trembling with horniness in the
chastity belt without being able to do something about it.        "So you
got a little horny when I fucked Thomas?  Would you like to see it again? "
she said and released my penis.  What would I do?  Be honest?  Or lie and
nod obediently.  I could not answer.       "Whatever your answer is, it
will happen again.  I want you to accept what happened last night can
happen again," she said, looking serious.  "I will start working for Thomas
and you will not know everything I do with him.  You should be my husband
full time and work at home.  It will be good, or what do you think?" Nina
said.       "It will be fine, Mrs., I will do as you say," I answered and
realized I really wanted to do it to get it as good as possible, without
punishment and humiliation.  I just didn't want the diaper, I thought
silently.  Although she would have an affair with Thomas.  While it felt
humiliating, I realized that I would never get to have real sex with my
wife, except for those times I was privileged to get milked by her. 
      "You are mine, Stefan.  There will be changes to come into your life
and it will be so good, I promise.  If you follow my rules, you can even
have a rather free life, where you can have your own activities.  But never
forget that it is I who has the money and I who decide in the end," she
said and dropped me on the floor.       "Promise me that you won't leave
me, Mrs.," I prayed silently, and she looked at me.      "Never, Stefan, or
else I would not have married you.  You understand that, don't you?  Never
worry about that.  Now I will order some breakfast so you can eat," Nina
said before she put out the cigarette and went in to order food.
        I stood on the balcony for a while and looked out over the bay. 
Comparing the idea of freedom.  What was freedom?  Did the people out there
in the fishing boats and in cars or on the beach and cafes have more
freedom than I had?  What kind of freedom did I want to have?  Was it not
possible to be just as happy to obey Nina and she gave me what I needed? 
So I thought of my parents and discovered that I no longer mourned them. 
Instead I remembered them.  With joy instead of tears.       What Nina had
given me was a nice home, economic safety and thoughtfulness.  Was it not a
form of happiness?  Was sex everything in a relationship?  Maybe not.  It
was perhaps to live without it in the way I imagined.  She had complete
control over me now, I realized.  The money was hers, and the house and all
belongings and I had to live with her on sufferance.  And that would stay
with me if I let her own me.
  
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