Chapter 1
Despite all the humiliation, the cuckolding, the ass reaming, the most perplexing thing about this new era in my life is what I don’t know. I’ve thought about it for hours. All I really know is that Mistress Anne set me up - that much she admits, but only to me. Was it a reaction to my willingness to take the dare, or had she in fact started the whole conversation to lure me into a trap? And what about Joyce’s involvement? Did Mistress Anne set the trap and then bring Joyce in at the last minute, or had Joyce been “in the know” from the start? Or had Joyce even been the mastermind?
Joyce and Mistress Anne absolutely will not talk about it, and in fact have made it very clear that additional questioning on my part will be punished severely. So I come to clean Mistress Anne’ house every other Thursday just like I have for the last five years. I have no idea what Joyce does while I’m here. One time a couple of weeks after John enlarged my ass, when I got in bed on Friday night, there was dried cum all over the sheets on my side of the bed, including the pillow. Joyce said it was silly to clean the sheets - they had just been changed the day before, so I had to sleep in some unknown man’s dried cum for 6 nights. But otherwise, I have absolutely no idea. Since one of my off-weeks is now Joyce’s period, I get to fuck her less often than I used to. And it seems like she is looser than she used to be - but we are all getting older. I try not to think about it too much. Whatever she’s doing, it’s my own dickbrain fault, so I guess I’ll take whatever comes my way.
Despite all the humiliation, the cuckolding, the ass reaming, the most perplexing thing about this new era in my life is what I don’t know. I’ve thought about it for hours. All I really know is that Mistress Anne set me up - that much she admits, but only to me. Was it a reaction to my willingness to take the dare, or had she in fact started the whole conversation to lure me into a trap? And what about Joyce’s involvement? Did Mistress Anne set the trap and then bring Joyce in at the last minute, or had Joyce been “in the know” from the start? Or had Joyce even been the mastermind?
Joyce and Mistress Anne absolutely will not talk about it, and in fact have made it very clear that additional questioning on my part will be punished severely. So I come to clean Mistress Anne’ house every other Thursday just like I have for the last five years. I have no idea what Joyce does while I’m here. One time a couple of weeks after John enlarged my ass, when I got in bed on Friday night, there was dried cum all over the sheets on my side of the bed, including the pillow. Joyce said it was silly to clean the sheets - they had just been changed the day before, so I had to sleep in some unknown man’s dried cum for 6 nights. But otherwise, I have absolutely no idea. Since one of my off-weeks is now Joyce’s period, I get to fuck her less often than I used to. And it seems like she is looser than she used to be - but we are all getting older. I try not to think about it too much. Whatever she’s doing, it’s my own dickbrain fault, so I guess I’ll take whatever comes my way.
