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Husband Reduced To Servant

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and contains both consensual and coerced sexual activity, light                          slapping along with derogatory language. Please skip this story if you are triggered by this                      topic or if this offends you in any way.  

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"My husband, (on the right,) always had a thing for feet, but unfortunately it never interested me (on

 the left) in the slightest. I tried to indulge him with my own feet, but he could tell my heart wasn't in

  it. Finally, I broke down and let him contact a proper foot Master in our area, with the stipulation that

  I'd get to come along and supervise, so things would not go too far, plus I didn't want to feel left out.

On our first visit, the Master made clear that he didn't mind me joining, but that I'd need to lock my cock in a cage while they played, so all our roles were clearly defined. I balked a bit at first, but my husband's pleading excitement won me over; I wanted him to genuinely enjoy this aspect of his sexuality that I hadn't been able to provide.

They had an amazing visit, and while I was relegated to sitting in the corner and watching their fun, I had to admit, simply seeing my husband so happy worshipping this Master's feet, plus this handsome man enjoying my husband's servitude, I couldn't help but be a bit turned on myself. The cage, however, made sure that all I could do was ache and watch until they were done.

When they DID finish, my husband finally came all over this sexy Master's soles and toes. Then the man surprised me by ordering me to come over and lick my husband's cum off his feet. I declined, obviously, and that's when Master's whole demeanor changed.

He told me if I wasn't willing to appreciate my husband's sexual needs the way he deserved, then I was going to stay locked up until I had learned my lesson. He told me we'd be coming back every Saturday for repeat sessions just like this, and my cock wouldn't be unlocked until I had licked fifty of my husband's loads off his feet.

Of course, I objected, and that's when he slapped me across the face and told me he was doubling it to 100 loads. That's when something in my mind suddenly clicked into place. I looked at my husband, happier and more satisfied than he'd been in years, and looked at this powerful man, clearly enjoying the control he was exerting over both of us.

Finally, I looked down at my cock, and saw how incredibly hard it was straining in the cage. Despite his cruelty, something in me was getting off on being treated like this. I muttered a weak 'Yes, Sir!' and a smug smile spread across his face, as he pulled my husband close in, and the two of them began making out. I began to lick my husband's cum off his feet as ordered, while the two of them kissed passionately.

Thus began a year of aching servitude I could never have expected. Every weekend my husband and I would come over, and I would serve the both of them as they enjoyed the kind of amazing sex, I could never have given either of them. I started cleaning his apartment from top to bottom, serving them drinks, and cooking for them as well, which they would eat while I licked all the cum they had shot in glorious orgasms, the likes of which I was never allowed to have. I found myself licking off feet, floors, furniture; wherever it landed, it would be my only food for the night, and it was my job to make sure not a drop was left behind.

Back at home my husband started getting more dominant with me, as well. I soon found myself in charge of all the housekeeping and errands, so he could spend more time relaxing or out socializing with his friends. We tried continuing our vanilla sex life, but after the mind-blowing experiences he was having with Master, he told me he'd prefer to save his libido for the weekly foot sessions, and soon even my husband's cock was off-limits to me, in addition to my own.

As my own sexual frustration kept climbing and climbing, my husband saw my desperation and need for a sexual outlet, and decided he'd put me to beneficial use At Master's advice, he made sure I'd get all the cock I could want by selling my services at a local glory hole. Every night after work, I started spending hours sucking off strangers for a few bucks a load. I'd come home drenched in crusted jizz with a few fistfuls of cash, all of which would be given to Master on Saturdays, in payment for what he called my 'Keyholding Fee'.

After a year of this brutal treatment - Working all day, sucking cock all night, serving Master on Saturdays, and spending Sundays scrambling to catch up on chores and errands before it all began again - Master decided I had gotten too complacent. Despite a diet largely consisting of semen and a year's worth of my own unspent cum creating a constant burning ache in my groin, he still felt I had settled too much into a routine, and he wanted to be sure I was truly suffering for their amusement.

I had licked my husband's cum off his feet 52 times over the last year. 52 times out of the 100 sessions required to finally free my tortured cock, but Master wanted to make it more interesting, and gave me a choice. I could either make things worse for my husband, or for myself. If I put it on my husband, his foot-worship sessions would go down to only once a month. If I chose to make things worse for myself, however, I'd have to agree to the conditions before even hearing what they were.

I considered it only briefly. Not only could I not bring myself to take away so much of my husband's ecstatic sexual indulgences - while I had spent the last year slowly becoming more and more frustrated in my cage, he had slowly reached a sort of sexual nirvana with Master, a plateau of pleasure that made me both insanely jealous but also incredibly proud that I had finally been able to facilitate his needs - but even in my exhausted and cum-drunk state, I recognized that only having sessions once a month meant it would take me four times as long to reach the goal to get this cursed cage off and finally get to cum, like they do. I told him I'd take on the punishments myself.

Of course he had known all along what I would choose, and put his plan into action immediately. First of all, he wanted to ensure my sexual frustration was always getting worse. With the money I had brought in from servicing strangers, he installed a vibrating biometric ring attachment to my chastity cage. It made sure that for 3-hour sessions, three times a day, my cage would start vibrating and edging me, but would shut off before my muscular contractions got intense enough to provide an actual orgasm.

Not only was I now being edged out of my mind at work, at the glory hole, and even in bed as my frustrations robbed me of sleep; but my diet was being adjusted with medications and aphrodisiacs, to ensure my balls were constantly working overtime, boiling and churning up load after load that would never see the light of day, swelling inside me until I constantly felt like my whole being would burst open at the drop of a hat. My life became an endless haze of unrelenting stimulation and unfulfilled, aching, torturous sexual need.

As if that weren't bad enough, the second part of my punishment was to extend my sentence considerably. In addition to the 48 weeks remaining, I would be required to lick up yet another 250 loads off Master's feet before the cage on my cock would be removed. In my lust-addled state I couldn't even recognize the depths of depravity they had pushed me to, and I simply thanked Master for his control, before licking up yet another load of my husband's cum off his beautiful toes. I didn't even internalize that it would now be nearly six more years before I'd get a chance to actually enjoy my imprisoned sex.

While my life became an inescapable cycle of servitude and suffering for their amusement, I never even noticed that my husband and my Master had grown much closer than the weekly sessions I bore witness to. As I spent my waking time working to the bone and sucking off strangers, they were spending virtually every day together, having the relationship that I was slowly robbed of. They cuddled, kissed, and fucked in ways I had never experienced; they spent all the money I slaved away for on themselves, and they did it all while laughing at what they'd driven me to become.

That was the part they loved most of all. Not only did they have the most satisfying sexual and emotional relationship of their lives, but it was fueled and heightened by their treatment of me - their willing cuck they could use and abuse as they saw fit. They had already decided soon after our initial meeting that they would never actually let me cum again, but more than that they wanted to see, out of a sheer growing sadism, just how sexually miserable one man could become.

I was their pathetic little denial slave driven to the brink of madness, forced to remain there until I couldn't stand it anymore, and then pushed even deeper into the frenzied abyss of sexual hell. My existence became nothing more than a sick experiment in severe frustration and servitude, and I had the rest of my life to find out just how far they would go."

 

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Latin Leche Review

Latin Leche

A production company known for pushing the envelope with it's creative and exciting sex sessions in a variety of themes seem to have missed their mark with their new site, Latin Leche. I would have expected more from the producers of Mormon Boyz, Young Perps and Family Dick. This is similar to Czech Hunter and features a man walking around town on the streets of Buenos Aires looking for guys to have sex with. Introducing himself as a documentary filmmaker. Once he offers them money for their time, they stop and talk with him. As a matter of fact, there as only been one guy who was not interested at all and walk away. The conversation turns sexual very quickly and surprisingly almost all of the guys admit to participating in sexting which opens the door for the next phase of questions. He then inquires if they take the pictures themselves or if other people takes the pictures. As part of the interview he offers to film them jerking off for cash so they can demonstrate their masturbating technique and they accept his offer.  

The videos are totally POV and we never get to see the filmmaker himself except for his above average cock. The guys are usually smooth with slim to athletic bodies and range in age from late teens to mid twenties. While most sport some kind of facial hair, very few of them have hairy chests or legs. Since the filming takes place in Buenos Aires Argentina, most of the guys cocks are uncut and some admit to being gay while others claim to be straight. The initial meet and greet portion is filmed outside, often on the street with passersby walking in and out of the frame.


The meet-and-greet portion of the videos is realistic and not rushed. We get to hear the guys talk a bit about themselves as they answer the Leche's questions. They have a realistic feel with the guys hesitating and mulling over Leche's offer, and all of this adds to the scene's excitement. 
Once they have more privacy, he gets them to suck his fat uncut cock and take it up their butts, all for more money

Most of the videos have English subtitles, but not all of the older videos. Although it is pretty easy to figure out what is going on. The guys all speak Spanish and all of the videos follow the same format which in my opinion starts to get a little boring after a while. The offer will be made and the guys will always accept while either pretending to be not interested.

I think they could improve the site be abandoning the POV only style shooting and less focus on The Leche and more focus on the guys with more camera angles. I'm of the opinion that if you don't or can't show your face in porn, you should not be in the scene at all. You can only watch a faceless dick go into someone's mouth or ass so many times before it gets stale. The name does not tie it down to just one video genre and there are less than a handful of stand out videos in their growing library which is sad because they literally could do what ever they want with the site.

Hopefully they will start to make some changes to the format and start to really offer some realistic scenarios, sexy Latinos filming some hot and horny sessions while cutting back on so many POV shots.

Shower Spy

I decided to spy on him after I turned him down to fuck around downstairs earlier. There were too many people down there and I don't want everyone knowing my business.