Village Life Pt. 02

I wake to the familiar sounds of a basic human need, raw sex. Soft knocking noise mixes with short quiet pants and the occasional high pitched female squeal. The noises are gaining pace. I open my eyes to see both my beautiful companions locked together in the throes of pleasure, nearing its climax.

"D-didn't..m-mean to.. aaahhh!...wake you... ohhhh! FUUUUCK!!" A sarcastic apology from my wife makes Rachael smile, as she slams her cock into the exposed asshole she holds in place with her hands. My wife is bent over the small table of the flat, which is rocking slightly with every thrust and tapping the wall.

Rachael stops thrusting and looks at me before pulling her prick free of the tight sphincter gripping it and walks over to me. Her cock stands skyward with a slight bend causing it to point straight at her face, the head bulging. Her sex drive is off the scale.

Her panties are pulled out of my mouth and I take a full breath. She strokes her member and points it at me, one hand on my head to steady her lean forwards. It takes seconds before her stokes increase and she shoots rivers of creamy warm spunk over my smooth hairless chest and stomach.

"Cum slut, fucking clean that up."

My wife kneels next to me on the bed and begins to slowly lick my chest. Her touch is lovely and my cock is again filling its cage as she moves all over cleaning every drop. She rubs her clit at a frantic pace. I pull on my cuffs and my whole body tenses

"Mmmmmm! Ahhh! Oh shit!" She orgasms as she gets the last drop.

Rachael joins her on the bed, sitting behind her and wrapping her arms over her shoulders to cup her breasts. She toys with her nipples as my wifes head drops back onto Rachel's shoulder.

"Good Morning our little fuck toy", Rachael beams. "Hope you slept well, we all have a busy day today. A chance to make a shit ton of money, maybe our chance to improve our housing situation."

'Our' situation. I'm not sure what fucked up little family this is becoming. I have millions of confusing feelings rattling around inside me. Don't get me wrong I love my wife and she is my only wife and always will be. But I have a fondness for Rachael I can't explain yet. Obviously with this sub/ dom lifestyle lines get very blurred. I can see a bond between her and my wife too that seems to be more than raw sex, maybe it's the situation. Or maybe something else?

My wife looks at her. "How do you mean? I'm not sure I'm ready to make that leap."

"What do you think I am? Look I know we play our games and push the boundaries of normal, but I've been in a place where I was forced to do things way past my limits of enjoyment. I wouldn't do that to either of you. I've been passed around as property my whole life and for now we just have each other to look after. Word of my 'talents' seems to have gotten around to the upper class folks on the edge of the village. One of the girls I see around here says those rich folk are kinky as fuck and pay very well."

I exchange worried glances with my wife before we turn back to Rachael.

"Oh don't look like that. I don't see either of your sexy asses bringing in money like this, fucking normal waitress jobs suck. Look, I'll be doing the hard work. you guys will be there as window dressing. You won't have to get involved!"

She takes off to the bathroom and slams the door.

"We have to go", I say to my wife. "You know, since my attempt at infidelity I've always been honest with you. This lifestyle breaks down all walls so I've nothing I need to hide from you. I don't know how to say but..."

"I know", she cuts me off. "You care about her. I do too, but I'm not sure what my feelings are. I'm your wife and I will love you with all my heart forever. Sex makes it hard to know if its friendship, or love or both."

"I can't put it into words. I don't know what we call this, but you are my only wife for the rest of our lives. I don't know what she means to me, but we can't let her go to some rich sex party alone."

"Agreed, I love you sweet. I'll go and tell her, why dont you fix some breakfast. " We kiss, a long passionate kiss that sets butterflies in my stomach and twitches in my locked penis. She stands and heads to the bathroom, I hear sobs from Rachael as the door closes.

When they emerge they are both smiling, although Rachael now sports running makeup from her tears. They sit at the table both totally naked while I serve coffee and toast, almost naked apart from an apron covering my cage and the 4 inch red court shoes I slipped on. I like the way my ass looks in heels, and with my flat chest I like to look as feminine as possible. My light brown hair is at least starting to pass my shoulders now, which I like.

When they've eaten I clear the table and wash up. When everything is clean I pull the plug to let last night's unused cold bath water drain away. I strut towards the bed, my heels clicking on the hard floor untying the apron as I go. I sit at the bottom of the bed, cross my legs in my best ladylike fashion and place my hands on my thighs. Rachael is sitting up against the headboard, my wife cuddling up with her head resting on her stomach.

"So basically the party is at an address at the edge of the village. I'm hired as 'entertainment' which is a bit open ended but you guys will be waiting on the guests. I asked for a £6,000 fee for all night and multiple guests, but rich folk are always big tippers, I mean big. We could come out with upwards of 20 grand here, which will get us out of this place no problem. We'll need to go shopping today for some outfits though."

Now Shopping, I like.

Small villages tend to be expensive places to live, and they have expensive clothes shops to cater for the people with expensive tastes. It's a fresh, cold but sunny day, by mid morning we are strolling down the high street. Rachael and my wife walk side by side with linked arms, I follow closely behind.

They both look beautiful, freshly washed hair flowing behind them, Rachael's ass wiggles in the tight fitting black pencil skirt she matched with a smart looking red blouse. Under her black blazer her D cup breasts threaten to explode out of the blouse. Her bare legs reach down into black strap 6" heels, I still marvel at her stamina in wearing high shoes. She looks dressed for business.

My wife chose a more conservative loose vest top and leggings which disappear inside knee length leather boots. A large woolen scarf wraps around her neck to keep out the cold with the help of her black wet look puffer jacket. The huge fur trim hood dancines at her back, the contrast of the bulky coat stopping at the waist seems to show off her toned bottom, each cheek in full shapely view. Nothing is left to imagination, the design of the leggings follows eachs cheek contour deep into the recess between them. if they were skin coloured, you'd swear she was naked...

Then there's me. I should have known they'd have kinky plans even for a routine shopping trip. Outwardly I appear normal, my 4" black patent court heels below my calfs covered with black tights, disappearing up below my big puffer coat, which is zipped from knee to neck. My washed and styled hair flows in the wind and the light makeup applied by my wife is just perfect for a shopping trip.

As we walk along the street I almost feel normal, apart from the dread of removing my coat to try on outfits.

I follow them into a posh looking boutique, it's larger than it looks from the outside, circular clothes racks dotted around the floor and both side walls full of beautiful clothes. Everything from jeans and casual to evening dresses and underwear.

A smart looking lady spots us and approaches. Maybe mid-forties she cuts an authoritative figure with her black bobbed hair, curvy figure shown off in a smart black suit and white blouse. She leans into Rachael and lightly kisses both her cheeks, before doing the same to my wife. She does not regard me.

"Well I've been expecting you darlings! I'm sure you will find everything you need here. We cater for all tastes and special requirements of course. Please, I'll take your coats. Tea or coffee?"

Rachael and my wife hand over their coats, and the lady looks at me for the first time. I can't bring myself to move. This is a public shop, not a safe private place. Don't get me wrong I've been quite the exhibition before, but around like minded people. Anyone could walk in here!

"Don't embarrass us dear", my wife steps in front of me and takes hold of the zipper, slowly pulling it from my neck downwards. I take my hands out of the pockets to resist, but think better of it and lower them to my sides.

The zip reaches the bottom and comes apart. My wife takes each side of the collar in her hands, and slowly works it off my shoulders, smiling to herself.

As my coat slides off my arms she hands it to the store lady, who gives a little laugh at the sight before her.

The steel collar around my neck has a small loop at the front, from which runs a thin shiny chain straight down my front. It connects to the top of my chastity ring while another chain is clipped to the end of the cage and runs between my legs, between my ass cheeks right up the middle of my back where it connects to the back of the neck collar. Along the chain In the centre of my back (where my arms won't reach) is a ratchet which can be tightened, pulling my trapped cock downwards while forcing the other chain to pull upwards on the ring around my balls, causing much discomfort if it was to be pulled too tight.

Apart from my black holdup stockings and my shoes, this is my only attire. I nervously look around the shop as I slightly shake at my predicament, which is about to get worse...

"Well she's lovely", the shop assistant states. "Perfect. Let's set her up and then you ladies can shop. Oh, my name is Joyce by the way. Come now!"

She totters off to the other side of the shop, Rachael and my wife link an arm each and gently pull me to follow. Thankfully the shop is empty, maybe it's so posh that trade is slow..

Joyce deposits the coats behind the counter, then gestures for us to head to the front of the shop. We stop next to a large metal circular base a good meter wide, a single metal pole rising from the center about two feet high. Welded to the pole around 15 centimeters off the base is a horizontal pole almost the length of the base, with a circular shackle at either end.

Although the store is heated I can feel a slight chill coming from the door which stands open about 14 feet away. It's making my nipples stand out.

My beautiful companions make me stand on the base, and lock my ankles into the clasps. It makes me stand with my legs spread wide, but not uncomfortably so. Joyce stoops between my legs and screws something to the top of the pole before rolling her sleeves up.

She squirts something on her hands before rubbing it all over the dildo she has just fixed below me.

I look at my wife. She shrugs her shoulders and stands arms in with Rachael. They turn and Kiss, giving me sly teasing sideways looks and pulling back just enough to show me their tongues writhe together. My cock twitches, I can feel it jump up and down.

Joyce jumps up. "Well! This won't do at all. Can we please fix this??

"Sorry Joyce", Rachael walks behind me and tightens the ratchet 5 steps. The pressure increases on my neck collar as the chains tighten. My cock is pulled pointing downwards while the ring is pulled up, forcing my locked prick to point at the floor again. I wince in discomfort.

"Better?" asks Rachael, my wife is now stooped in front of me.

"Better. Help me with this please dear".

Together they extend the pole and work the dildo upwards into my ass. A bit of force to initially open my hole, and the smooth straight dildo goes in easily. They keep pushing until it's so far inside that my heels lift slightly, then the pole is locked off. I can feel it right up inside me, the tight chains preventing much pleasure from the penetration. I can't actually move much. my legs are locked in place and the height of the dildo means I can't get off it, or bend or twist.

Rachael explains.

"Well we thought it would be nice if we didn't have to bother getting changed to try different outfits. We can relax while you be the mannequin and try on all the outfits! After all, you do like dressing up so much. Can't have you waving that thing at Joyce though. Control yourself or it'll be tightened again."

The first item is a white bra. Joyce has me put an arm through the strap and threads it behind the chain on my front, I feel an uncomfortable tug on my cock as she pulls the rear chain to clip the bra under it. She then uses some fabric to stuff me up to a rough D cup, like Rachael and my wife.

"Can't see what the outfits look like on a flat chest now can we?" Joyce quips as she alters the packing. "Right let's start. Danielle! Hurry up dear!"

I can feel my face flush as an attractive young blonde carries several dresses high in front of her on hangers. She must be early twenties, and can't stop an unprofessional giggle when she sees me. She hangs the garments to the side and hands Joyce the first black A-line dress. Joyce helps her lift it over my head as I lift my arms to go through. Any movement sends rivers of pleasure up my insides increased by the feel of the fabric on my smooth hairless skin. I can feel the light brush on my cage as the dress falls over me and I wiggle on the post.

Joyce fixes the shoulder straps and flattens the dress all around, deliberately brushing against my cock as she goes. I struggle to contain myself as the zip is closed at the side pulling the fabric tight around me.

She steps back to admire her work. "Well ladies? Sophisticated with an air of fun about it don't you think?

"Hmm, maybe", Rachael says. She is sat cross legged on a bench with one hand across her legs, the other elbow resting as her hand props up her head. "I need something... sexier."

Next is a bodycon that barely covers my ass with thin shoulder straps. Every curve of my ass must be on show as I hold it tight partly due to the high heels and partly the long dildo deep inside me preventing any movement. This dress is dismissed as my cage can be clearly seen, which would also be no good for Rachael.

Next a halter neck A-line. The tie behind my neck pulls the dress tight on the bra while the slight flare of the dress hides my cage. Rachael decides it's for her. Several more dresses later and my wife settles on an overbust corset covered by an empire waist flared skirt.

As the corset is tightened around me by the young girl I go from embarrassed to on the edge of sexual explosion as she laces me in. I struggle for breath as my waist is crushed, making me struggle on the dildo. The movements cause me to stretch up, tightened the chains. The tug on my genitals coupled with the feel of the chain rubbing between my ass cheeks starts precum dripping from my cock onto the floor, much to the amusement of the young lady. Rachael and my wife also find it highly amusing, I blush a deeper red as I wriggle.

Once the skirt is fitted Joyce announces she has some refreshments for us.

"Actually, I love this look. If it's ok I'll display it while we take lunch?"

"Yes that's fine", my wife replies, giving me a wink. They both stand, arms linked again as they watch my torment.

Joyce screws another pole in place behind me, it's taller to allow her to lock my metal neck collar to it. My hands are also cuffed behind my back rendering me totally unable to move except sideways head motions. Of course, the whole thing is on wheels and I'm spun around to be displayed in the window. The young lady adds a pair of sunglasses to my look. Joyce appears in front of me and forces a ballgag into my mouth, tying it tight around the post so now I cant move at all.

"Now we'll take lunch while you show off your wife's choice of outfit. Do not struggle too much, if you tip over it will hurt. Also don't you cum in that dress, we won't have time to clean it before tonight."

She pushes a plug into the wall, and I feel the vibrations start against the walls of my rectum, my mouth hangs open around the gag and I strain in my bonds. The pressure increases on my growing cock. I moan.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!"

"See you soon honey, you look lovely! I can't wait to try that outfit!" my wife fixes the dress and reaches up to cup my balls. "We might check out a few other shops, so you be good now while we're gone."

The three of them walk out of the shop laughing, leaving me displayed for the public of the village. I wonder if this embarrassing situation qualifies as 'too much' but the stimulation in my ass driving my cock wild tells me probably not.

I'm set a few feet back from the window glass so from the outside I probably look like a mannequin anyway, only people coming in for a closer look would notice my squirms and moans. The sunglasses were a nice touch, keeping me from eye contact as people pass by. Plenty of women look me up and down as they stop in their girly groups, or sometimes drag their husbands to stop and pretend they have any interest. Exactly as I would have done before I came to understand a woman's point of view with chastity control.

Every now and then the vibrations surge to my cock and I struggle to hold back an explosive ruined orgasm. I stretch my neck to pull on the chain and force my caged prick down to avoid any mess on my wifes lovely outfit. Occasionally the young girl comes over to smooth out my skirt in a bad attempt to hide her curiosity. On one occasion she lifts the skirt to get a closer look at my cage and even brings herself to run her hand over it slowly, lifting it and touching the padlock in wonder before rubbing my testicles. I guess she's never seen this before. After a couple of minutes she catches herself and runs off.

I lose track of time but eventually I hear my wife and Racheal's voices as they enter the store.

"Well we had a lovely lunch. Joyce has given us some good insider info on the village", says my wife. "I hope you haven't ruined my dress with your mess have you?"

I shake my head as best I can. The relief is immense when Joyce unplugs the dildo and my raging libido calms slightly.

I'm wheeled back further into the store, released and stripped. I miss the feel of the beautiful clothes, and the frustration must be evident in my face as Rachael pulls me in for a big sincere hug. She has bought a pair of sports hot pants for me for the walk home, she knows I hate lube getting on my favorite jacket. I blush again for her thinking of me like that.

My wife holds my coat for me as I slip my arms in and savor the feeling as it wraps around me, the cool padded fabric making my cock twitch as I zip up and tie the belt, feeling the weight of the big fur trimmed hood on my back. The chain hasn't been loosened and rubs inside my ass cheeks a bit.

As she pays Rachael notices the look on my face, and nudges my wife.

"Oh sweet dont worry, we are buying a second set of my outfit. I know you love it when we dress the same", She glasps my hand and gives it a squeeze. I love her so much.

On the walk home they link an arm each to help me along. Over an hour of being strapped to a pole in chastity trying not to cum while a steel dildo vibrates inside your ass doesn't do much for walking. Rachael carries the bags up the stairs while my wife helps me.

"We have a few hours before we have to get ready", Rachael says as she sheds her blouse and bra, letting her breasts bounce free. "Best to have a relax I think."

She sits on the bed and holds up a leg, inviting me to remove her shoes. I kneel before her and slip off one shoe, before running my hand up her leg inside her skirt almost to her soft cock. She grins and gives me the other foot. My wife sits next to her and does the same. I slip off my own boots and shorts, standing before them both in my chain chastity prison. My wife rolls off my stockings before turning to Rachael and they sink into a kiss. Running hands all over each other abruptly pulling off each other's clothes.