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 The Exchange Society Chapter Four by Deborah Ford

Chapter 4

 

 

Julian struggles to keep up as Andre guides the giggling Vanessa deeper into the building.

His eyes are fixed on the gorgeous sway of his wife’s twin orbs in her tight dress. If only he could take off the chastity cage and wank. Just to clear his head. How the hell could he let the lout Andre manhandle his wife like that?

What was he thinking?

What is galling is that Andre keeps whispering into the ear of Julian’s wife. Whatever he is saying makes her laugh with her hand over her mouth, as if he is telling her dirty jokes.

His erotic stimulation is worsened by being aware how his heels are way too high for anything but getting his legs admired. Totally impractical. And his maid’s dress swooping about his body as he wiggles along is delightful.

Her short dress swirls back and forth over her lovely legs as she walks. Oh, how Julian wishes he could ask his wife for sex. Sometimes she will say yes. But here she is in the arms of the mouthy bully Julian knew too well in school.

Shock!

Vanessa stops dead with, “Oh my God!”

In the opposite direction is the extraordinary sight of a sissy in a bunny outfit, bells attached to his floppy ears, his waist and shoes, tingling behind a man and woman in earnest discussion.

The male wears a neat suit as many of the guys here do. The woman is in a short dress and boots, and her mouth is pulled down, as if she is cross.

The poor, huge eyed sissy has problems! A short chain secures his ankles together. His hands disappear around his back, no doubt bound, and he is heavily gagged! His inflated pink lips surround some shaft forced between them by a heavy strap.

His collar reads, Missy Gigglepants. Below that it states, Owner Miss Jenny.

Vanessa leans close to the serious looking woman, “Oh, just super wow! I love your sissy!”

The seriousness vanishes. Miss Jenny brightens immediately. “Aw, thank you. Sir, here has been ever so helpful.”

The tall guy shrugs, barely smiling as he acknowledges Andre the way guys do. With as little facial expression as possible.

Laying a hand on the arm of Andre, Vanessa smiles, “And my Sir too. He’s so good with me. And with my sissy, Julie.”

The two sissy eyes lock. Missy Gigglepants’s eyes are so wide between his false eyelashes that he looks horror-stricken.

But he must have agreed to that humiliating outfit. Julian would love to wear it in the privacy of his own home, but never out where anyone could see him. Especially his wife or one of the Bulls. He wonders why Missy Gigglepants was so foolish to agree to it.

Miss Jenny stares up in awe at her real man. “Aren’t these guys just something else?”

Giggling, Vanessa says, “I wouldn’t know yet. But who knows,” she smiles at Andre, “perhaps I’ll find out.”

Andre gives her a sweet smile, but the moment she looks away, he laughs open-mouthed, but silently at Julian. Mocking him.

Miss Jenny runs her hand down the waist of her sissy, to his tights. “It was Sir’s idea to put Missy here into the bunny outfit and bondage. The sissy cuck kept asking when we were going to leave. I mean, can you imagine? I told Sir. I mean, after all, my husband is the one who dragged me here!”

Vanessa takes in the amazing outfit. “It is super, duper. Like wow!”

Jenny laughs, “And I bet your sissy would love to try it on too!”

Julian shakes his head quickly, knowing he dares not speak.

“See you later,” Jenny says. “Sir thinks Missy needs a spanking in the main hall. Won’t that look amazing in front of everyone?” She laughs. “And dressed like a silly bunny with the bells attached everywhere!”

The Bull with Jenny raises his hand, and for the first time, Julian can see the thin, blue leash. A sharp tug and the ringing of bells indicate the poor sissy is wiggling down the corridor in his bunny outfit.

The two poor sissies share eye contact until another jerk on his leash means that Missy Gigglepants has to look ahead as he continues his dreadful journey.

One final gasp from Julian. He sees Missy’s hands are locked in formidable handcuffs!

Vanessa stands right in front of Andre, so close, they are almost touching. “You know, when Julian,” she giggles, “I mean Julie, first said about coming here, you know, with you masculine guys and the hubbies in maid’s uniforms, I said no! I mean, I really didn’t want to come. But it is amazing, isn’t it.”

Julian is horrified as Andre runs his hand through Julian’s wife’s lovely blonde hair. That should be something only he is permitted to do.

Andre adopts his awe-shucks voice, “Listen, if there’s some way we can make you ladies happy here, then that’s what we do, I guess.”

She rests her hands, fingers fully spread apart on his shirt, her lips parting.

Andre’s bear paw wraps around the back of her hair and pulls her up on her toes, his mouth smothering hers.

“No!” Oh God! Did Julian really shout that out?

The couple stare around the dumb assed maid.

Vanessa’s eyebrows push together. “Listen! This is your idea. You don’t get to choose!” She gazes up at Andre, shaking her head. “I am so sorry. What must you think of me? That was so rude.”

Andre emits a low, “Hmmmm”, making poor Julian’s knees shake in their stockings.

“I, I, I,” Julian feels his voice rise an octave, “it’s just that, well, I guess …”

With the kindly patience of a Sunday school teacher, Vanessa says, “Shhh. No more. Remember whose name is on your collar!”

“You know,” Andre says, in that relaxed, easy-going manner he adopts with Vanessa, “I know a way we can help your maid stay quiet when she’s supposed to. Might help her.”

Julian’s tummy twists over. What does he mean? He hops on his heels, trying to win Vanessa’s attention, so she’ll ask him to speak. Then he can warn her how nasty Andre can be.

Her eyes explode with admiration. “You are so helpful. I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

Wrapping his arm around the narrow shoulders of the wife, he steers her forward. “I’ll show you. It’s where that other wife got her bunny outfit and bondage stuff from.”

What? Julian feels his skin crawl with fear. “Erm, Miss, I just …”

Vanessa stops with such a jolt that Julian stops talking and brings his fingers up to his newly inflated pink lips.

She turns slowly, her head on one side, her face hard in a way that Julian has never seen before. “Now listen, little maid. Andre here is being super supportive to us since I met him. I’ve not heard you so much as thank him!”

Julian swallows, feeling his Adam’s Apple bounce on the steel collar. “Erm, Sir, well, er …”

Andre raises his eyebrows. All innocence. “Yes. Maid?”

The words burn as he utters them. “Thank you, Sir. Thank you for helping Miss.”

Twisting into Andre’s arms, the wife speaks quickly. “I am so sorry. That isn’t good enough. I know that. It's just that I haven't had any training and ….”

Andre plants a kiss on her lips to stop her. He smiles as friendly as Santa Claus. “Hey. Relax. You both have stuff to learn. It's just that,” he nods towards the cuck maid, “some people take longer to learn. That’s all.”

“You are so damned understanding!” She sniffs.

“And don’t forget,” the Bull continues. “Sissy maids are born dumber than a donkey.”

She laughs and flings her arms about his neck, enabling him to sneer at the maid over her shoulder. “We can’t make her brighter, but we can make her more obedient. How does that sound?”

She leans back and kisses him.

Behind her back, Andre infuriates the helpless cuck with the wanker sign again.

Oh! Julian stamps his high-heeled foot in anger.

Moments later, Andre has led them into a large area that could be a shopping arcade. A hallway, lined with goods on ramped shelves on the opposite walls. People are scattered in groups. Sometimes, hotwives and their beaus, and sometimes wives with their elegant maids.

Pop music echoes unobtrusively around the hall. The shoppers' murmur is generally quiet, with a few giggles and laughs.

Each stall is full of fetishist wares Julian has seen online but never in real life. He is thrilled, wishing he and Lauren could look through the items without Andre pestering them.

They pause before the first stall whose sign reads Leashes. All manner of leads and tethers hang from the top or are curled up on the counter. Everything is neat and clean.

Andre pulls the wide-eyed Vanessa close to the goods. “You’ll need a leash for your sissy. You wouldn’t want her to get lost.”

Vanessa laughs easily. “Really? I don’t know how to use one.”

Andre pulls out a short cobalt blue one from a collection hanging off the wall and clips it to the ring hanging from Julian’s collar.

“Really simple. Like leading around a puppy. You’ll wonder how you got by without it. Now take the handle and give it a sharp tug.”

The wife accepts it uncertainly. After a giggle at her maid, she gives a sharp jerk.

Feeling his neck pull forward, Julian topples, then clip-clops forward a few steps.

“See?” Andre laughs. “You are a natural.”

“Oh! That is amazing.”

She moves away from her maid and gives another sharp pull. Her maid races to join her. Walking backwards, she can see her maid wiggling after her.

“Oh wow! This is so funny!”

Andre nods. “You are a truly dominant hotwife. You’ve impressed me. Now we’ll just go for a fixed one for now. But if you feel you need one of the retractable ones, then let us know.”

“Can I have a different colour?” She asks him.

At the end of the lead and feeling helpless, Julian wants to say, ‘shouldn’t you ask me?’

But he obviously doesn’t.

Vanessa settles on a thin pink one with elegant decorations around the edges.

“The six foot one is better than the three foot,” Andre points out “You can always coil it around your hand if it feels too long.”

As Andre busies himself paying for the leash with the card machine, Julian knows he must speak up. Say something now, else Andre will dominate all their decisions.

As he opens his mouth to speak, a sweet voice says, “Oh, you are new!”

She is short and cute, in a summery flowery dress that ends just above her knees. At the end of her black leash is a tall, thin maid with sad, defeated eyes who stares at Julian.

What is startling is that, like the Mistress they met in the corridor with the bunny maid, the hot wife is wearing a silvery collar.

Vanessa clicks into her girly chat mode. “Yes. First day. I’m Vanessa. This is Julie my maid.”

“I’m Camila. This is Penelope Pantywaist, my maid.”

The maid looks down at the floor, cheeks reddening.

Camila is in full gossip mode. “It’s great when you are collared by your Bull and have your maid officially named.”

Vanessa taps her fingernail on the steel choker and squeals, “Oh, that is such a wonderful collar!”

Camila tries not to smile too smugly. “It matches everything. Once I agreed to be collared, Master tells me I have to keep it on always. Even in bed.”

“All the women here seem to have collars except me.” Vanessa pouts.

Looking at Andre as he taps in the code to the cash machine, Camila whispers, “Well, he sure as hell looks like a keeper!”

Shaking her head and maintaining the low tone, Vanessa says, “Oh, I’m such a noob. I don’t know anything.”

Julian wants to blurt out, ‘I am here, you know!’

“Listen,” Vanessa drops her voice lower, “How come the cuck maids have such funny names?”

Camile laughs. “Oh, that’s the men! You know what real guys are like! Anything to reduce the cucks status in the eyes of their wives.” She tugs her leash, bringing poor Penelope Pantywaist next to them. “Isn't that right, Penelope Pantywaist?”

The maid’s eyes stay on the floor. “Yes, Mistress.”

She whispers to Vanessa, “Once the men collar you, they always collar the maid too. So then they rename the sissy cucks.” She giggles. “Complete bastards, eh?” She tugs the lead and wiggles off. “Anyway, we have to meet our Master in the south gardens. See you both soon.”

Andre returns with the pink leash. He lifts up Julian’s chin with his finger and thumb and clips it onto the ring hanging from the collar.

Casually, he hands the leash handle to Vanessa.

She keeps her hands down, before her. “Oh, why don’t you lead him around?”

The ugliest grin Julian has ever seen glows on Andre’s face. “Well, the sissies find it humiliating if they are led around by a real man.”

A disappointed Vanessa nods and is about to take the leash handle when Andre grips Julian’s chin - tightly this time.

“Hey, cuteness. Your Mistress wants me to handle you for a bit. You don’t mind, do you?”

Julian tries to say ‘no’, but his mouth is squeezed so tight he can only make a noise. “Nnnnrgh”

Andre puts his arm around the hotwife, “Isn’t she an angel, agreeing to that? She is going to be full of shame being led around by a real man on her first day. And she’s doing it for you. How about that!”

A giggling Vanessa kisses her hot-cheeked Hubbie on his nose. “Oh, you are so sweet!”

She dips her shoulder under Andre’s protective arm and then kisses his cheek. “And you are just so understanding. We feel so safe with you.”

The couple walk off, and Julian feels the tug hauling him along like a pet. He feels sick with mortification. A man is leading him around while cuddling his wife!

“There’s so much to get for your maid here,” Andre says. “Bondage stuff. Chastity cages. Canes. Paddles. And something your girl can really benefit from.”

A grinning Vanessa looks up at her hunk, “And what’s that?”

Andre waves his arm at the next stall: Gags and Blindfolds.

“You don’t want her naughtily speaking out of turn, do you?”

She takes in the stall, full of gags and blindfolds of all types. “No! Oh my God. They look amazing!”

Julian feels sick.

 

 

Chapter 07: Here

That town was a little different, much smaller, yet somehow it seemed wealthier. Like, there were plenty of upscale establishments, but at the same time, you couldn't see many residential neighborhoods. Perhaps it was a small city built almost entirely for tourists.

James parked the car in the lot of an elegant restaurant, and when Isabella was about to step out, he immediately reached for her hand to help her out.

 

"What a gentleman, thank you." Isabella smiled.

 

"Hey..." I tried to make them realize that this was starting to go too far.

 

"Instead of complaining, you should be learning, peaboy." This time Isabella was more direct and aggressive than usual.

 

Then she kept walking, clinging to James's arm like some silly lovestruck teenager.

"Let's stop arguing and get inside," James said in a commanding tone, also more assertive than his already dominant usual demeanor.

 

The restaurant was a spectacle of opulent design, vaulted ceilings dripping with crystal chandeliers that cast warm, golden light across polished mahogany floors. The walls were lined with deep burgundy velvet panels and gilded mirrors that seemed to stretch the space into infinity. Each table was draped in crisp white linen, set with silver that caught the light like scattered jewels. Soft jazz drifted from hidden speakers, and the air carried notes of expensive perfume, aged wine, and something else, something electric, charged with unspoken promises.

 

A waitress approached our table, her movements fluid and practiced. She wore the establishment's "themed uniform" uniform: a modified French maid outfit in black satin with a dangerously short skirt that barely grazed her upper thighs, a corset cinched tight enough to sculpt her waist dramatically, white lace trim that drew the eye to her décolletage, and fishnet stockings that ended in stiletto heels. Her dark hair was pinned up elegantly, and her makeup was flawless—red lips, smoky eyes that held a knowing glint.

 

"Oh, Mister James?" The waitress seemed to know him.

 

"Hi Annie, how are you?"

 

"Amazing, it's been a while since you've shown your face around here."

 

"Yeah, I've been busy, traveling less."

 

"And these are?"

 

"I'm Isabella, I adore your thematic little outfit." Isabella's tone carried that subtle edge-an observation that was also a power play.

 

"Thank you, Ma'am, as Mr. James already said, my name is Annie. Is this your first time here?"

 

"Yes," Isabella replied. "James is showing us around town."

 

"You'll love it, this is where many dreams become reality, it's always an intense experience." She said that last part looking directly at me, which left me confused.

 

"Charming," Isabella answered with her usual elegance.

 

"This way, please, let me show you to a table."

 

As we walked toward our seats, I could observe the clientele's standard there were many beautiful women, clearly from a higher social class, and plenty of handsome men as well., the kind of men Isabella had once described as "alpha.". It actually hurt me that day, because I felt that alpha standard was so far from me.

 

In fact, that day she also mentioned a standard called "beta," and it hurt even more when I realized it had everything to do with me.

 

These men and women were impeccably dressed-the women in designer dresses that flowed like liquid silk, diamonds catching the light at their throats and wrists, their posture radiating effortless entitlement. The men wore tailored suits that cost more than my monthly salary, watches that gleamed with understated prestige, their shoulders broad and their gazes sharp with the confidence of conquerors. They emanated power and wealth.

 

But you could see some... hmm... betas seated as well. These had nervous hands, eyes that darted rather than commanded. There were some women in rather indecent outfits too, ranging from maids to bunny girls. These second-tier men and women all wore collars around their necks. They appeared to be made of metal, with some kind of device attached to them. I was almost afraid to imagine what those did.

I was sure I had spotted chastity cages on some of those supposed women, visible due to the short skirt length, which left me even more confused.

 

"It's here, please make yourselves comfortable," Annie said gently, looking at James and Isabella. "I'll bring the menus," she continued.

 

"This place is scaring me," I tried to tell Isabella, but she was categorical in shutting me down. "Nonsense. Just look at this place, so beautiful." She said, looking at the luxurious chandelier above our heads.

 

"And look at the waitresses, such cute little outfits. Besides all these beautiful girls, there are some little ones like you too." she told me, looking from the corner of her eye while laughing.

 

"What do you mean?" My question was promptly ignored as Annie arrived with two menus.

She handed one to James and one to Isabella, waiting patiently for them to order. I thought she had forgotten to bring me one, but her expression seemed too confident for someone who had made a mistake.

 

James ordered for himself and me. Looking around, I noticed that when there was a table with a more... assertive man-avoiding the alpha terminology-with a girl or collared beta, the man made all the orders. You could tell the waitresses were already accustomed to this dynamic. As if this were completely natural here.

 

"So, James," Isabella leaned in, her voice dropping to that intimate purr she used when she wanted something, "how long have you been coming to this charming little establishment?"

 

"On and off for years," James replied, his eyes scanning the room with the ease of someone who belonged in spaces like this. "It's one of the few places that understands... discretion."

 

"Discretion for what, exactly?" I asked, unable to stop myself.

 

Isabella's heel found my ankle under the table-not hard enough to injure, but firm enough to remind me of my place. "Peaboy, don't be tedious. We're having a lovely evening."

 

"She's right," James said, not unkindly, but with that finality that brooked no argument. "Enjoy the atmosphere. The food here is exceptional. The... entertainment even more so."

 

"What entertainment?" I pressed.

 

Annie returned at that moment, saving them from answering. "Have you decided, or would you like more time?"

 

"The lady will have the seafood risotto," James said smoothly. "I'll take the ribeye, rare. And the peaboy will have..." he paused, considering me with a gaze that made me feel thoroughly assessed and found wanting, "...the house salad. Simple. Light."

 

"Of course, sir." Annie didn't even look at me for confirmation. "Anything to drink?"

"A bottle of your best Pinot Noir. Two glasses."

"And for the...?" Annie gestured vaguely toward me.

"Water is sufficient," James decided.

"Very good, sir." Annie collected the menus and withdrew with that same fluid grace.

She was my first.
I was not hers, to be clear. But she was mine. It was that experience that possibly ruined me. She was sitting there, gushing about her new man. She was just so gorgeous. Her beautiful caramel skin. That smile that could stop my heart.
When I tried to take a breath, there was only a frog in my throat.
Everyone said it was impossible to be friends with your ex. But I knew that was because they didn’t have the stomach for it like I did.
“Yeah, no, he’s amazing. Like… he’s just got this reall… sorry, do you not want to talk about this?” 
I shook my head and said, “no, please! I mean it. It’s like I told you, I’m just glad to be in your life.”
“Okay,” she said, “Well it’s just that he’s got this real man energy that I feel like I've been missing since… Well, that I haven’t had for a really long time.”
That stung. Her silence spoke volumes. I was the gap in the man energy in her life. Considering how it ended, I’m sure she could never see me fully as a man again.

She was sitting at the table. I was acting like a fool. I came out in nothing but a towel and dropped it, enticing her to come fuck. But when she saw me, she only shook her head. I knew something was wrong. As I stood there, towel around my ankles naked, she told me that it would be best if we broke up.
She said things hadn’t been working these past few months and that while I was fun, she needed something else.
“Wait,” I said, my voice cracking.
I couldn’t lose her. I couldn’t lose her from my life. She was the best thing that ever happened to me. She was the first woman to even look at me. 
“Why? Tell me why and I can fix it.”
She gave me a pitying look and said, “it’s not you-”
“That’s bullshit,” I said, “Please, what can I do? I can take it.”
“You’re great” she whispered. She didn’t say it, but there was a silent ‘but…’ she was not speaking out loud.
I sat down, still naked in the chair. I grabbed her hands and said, “Tell me.”
“We’re just not compatible.”
“What do you mean? I feel like when we get together all we ever do is laugh.”
“I mean… sexually. We’re not compatible. I need… more.”
“Go on,” I said, but my voice was trembling.
“I like you, and think you’re a great guy, but your dick is too small for me,” She confessed.
That was tough to hear. It doesn’t feel good to know you’re inadequate in some way. Especially if you can’t control it.
“Oooh, is that all?” I asked.
“You’re not mad?”
I shook my head as I held back tears. “No. I totally get it. You need to find somebody that matches you on that level.”
“Exactly! And it’s like I said, you’re nice. You’re fun, but you know I’m a sexual person. Sex is very important to me.”
“I understand. But, we have fun right? Maybe we’re better off as friends?”
I guess I thought that if I said it first it would come off like a power move. 
“Are you sure?” She asked.
“Yes! I’m not hurt. I promise. Just consider me one of the girls from now on. Kay, bestie?”
She nodded her head enthusiastically and hugged me. Then she said, “You should probably put on clothes, bestie.”

That was a month ago. I felt a dagger in my stomach every time we texted. I was worried about precisely this part. I thought that if I stayed in her life, then she would eventually want to get back with me. But it turns out, me being her bestie was exactly where I belonged with her.
Eventually, she found someone new.
“So you… need a masculine person in your life?”
She said, “Well it’s not like I’m against feminine energy in my life. Obviously, I’ve dated girls and I’ve dated you. But, Frankie, he’s like… such a man. He works out all the time. He’s got these huuuuge arms. And he’s tall. When he hugs me I just feel so small.”
“Right.” 
Just keep smiling. Don’t let her know you’re dying inside. If you let her know, then she stops sharing with you. Just suck it up.
“And… nevermind,” She suddenly grew bashful.
“What?” 
“No, it’s nothing.”
“Come on, Kitty. We’re besties now. You can… dish. I’m totally cool with anything you want to say.”
“Let’s just say… we’re a lot more compatible… if you know what I mean.”
“Ohh, you mean he’s got a bigger…”
I said ‘bigger’ because I was comparing it to mine. I hoped she didn’t catch it.
She leaned over the table so the waitress couldn’t hear and said, “Huge. I thought the guy I was with before you was big. But when I saw him I was like… woah, I need a minute.”
“Aha,” I said, gripping my knees so hard that my knuckles were white.
“Is this too much for you? We can move on.”
“No, go on.”
“Okay,” She said, “Well… Obviously after my last… after us, I couldn’t take his dick right off the bat.”

“Naturally,” I said with a fake smile.
“I needed to go real slow. So I only jacked him off on the first date. But he’s a rich guy. Girls throw themselves at him all the time. I needed to keep him interested. I tried to blow him but I could only get the tip in.”
It took us three dates to make out. It took me a whole month before she let me go down on her. I remember after that, she jacked me off with two fingers.
“I guess he liked that I was gagging though. He said he came quicker than usual. Oh my gosh. He came sooo much. I didn’t even know a guy could nut that much. It filled my mouth and then he still had some left over for my face. Could you believe it?”
I thought she hated cum.
I knew some other girl was texting him. And she was a total whore, so I needed to finally let him in. You remember that website we looked at? Well there was an article on positions for big dicks as well. So I placed a pillow under me and scooted my ass up. I asked him to go real slow…”
Just then the waitress came back. Kitty switched to all smiles, she lifted her mug for a refill. As soon as the waitress left, she leaned back in.
“I was like, ‘go slow, baby. You’re the biggest I ever had.’”
My eye twitched, “No way, haha.”
“And he was like,” her voice went deeper to simulate a man’s voice, ‘Damn, baby. I ain’t ever seen anyone so tight, are you a virgin?’ Anyway I laughed at that.”
I gave a hollow laugh at that too.
“He finally got it in and after like, ten minutes, he was finally able to start stroking. Fuck, and he was so strong too. He just tossed me around wherever he wanted. It was fucking amazing. We had sex, like, four times that night. I mean, can you imagine?”
“I can’t, I really can’t.”
“Ugh, I needed this brunch. Just something social with a friend,” She sipped from her coffee.
“Aww, I’m glad. We needed this too,” I also sipped from my coffee.
“All we’ve been doing is just fucking and sleeping. Fucking and sleeping, over and over. It’s been exhausting.”
I almost choked on my coffee.
“Sorry, is this all too much? I don’t want to be mean. We can stop if that’s what you want.”
I never understood cuckolding. Wanting someone to share this intimate moment with the person you’re closest to.
She continued, “We can talk about your love life if you want! How’s dating going?”
Some cuckolds even enjoying watching their partner getting fucked. It put a pit in my stomach.
“Oh, uh, nothing much on that front. Tell me more about you and this guy.”
But the thing about cuckolds is that, while it’s backwards to me, they’re getting what they want. They were delighted by the experience. 
“Okay, well he loves my ass. I guess that’s one thing you guys have in common. And he wants to try anal but… I’ve never done that and it’s so big. We’re looking into butt plugs right now…”
I wasn’t Kitty’s cuckold. We were not a couple. I wasn’t enjoying this. 
Me? I was less than a cuck.

A huge thank you to u/jackcaiman88, who saved this story I posted on Tumblr many years ago!! It's tied into the Replaced storyline but works on its own. Also, the Literotica project for all the archives is started - I'll post updates on that soon.

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This is safe for humans, right?" I stammered and fidgeted awkwardly.

"Humans?" The middle aged man looked at me with confusion turning quickly into derision. "Umm…yeah…if, I mean if by accident someone were to touch it while it's live…they would be fine, right?" I fidgeted with my unbelievably stupid skirt, or tutu or whatever you call it. Master Vince thought it was completely hysterical to make me go to the farm supply store wearing a full on ballerina outfit. The matching soft shoe things were actually pretty comfortable, but they in no way made up for the utter absurdity of the rest of the attire.

He put his hand on the short coil of wire, looking me up and down. "You sure you know what you're doing?" He paused for a moment and leaned back when I didn't immediately answer. "Look…it isn't going to cause a human any real harm, but it'll hurt like hell. I suggest you find someone to help you set it up."

I nodded uncomfortably and quickly. "Okay, okay…yes I'll buy it then."

"Okay, whatever you say." He was starting to stare at my stockings more than I was comfortable with. "Tell me, why on Earth you getting such a short length of cable?"

Now that I couldn't tell him. I ignored the question and pulled my wallet out of the little pink purse hanging from my shoulder. One of the customers behind me audibly laughed. I blushed and squirmed and wished to god he could shut up and take my money so I could escape. I walked out of the store with my surprisingly expensive electric fence parts, almost running, with the silly tutu bouncing around ridiculously. I knew I had instantly become a story the employees would talk about and laugh at for years.

I didn't check in with Master or my wife when I got home, deciding just to get to work. I knew better than to change clothes. Master would probably enjoy laughing at me later.

The design was pretty simple, even for a sissy. The wires ran from the battery up the wooden frame and then across the horizontal plank in the middle. The center plank was at least four feet across and several feet off the ground. I straddled the board to check the height. I could easily keep myself clear from it on my tip toes. Master would want it higher. I got off and adjusted both ends to raise it an inch or two. Now when I tested it I had to be on full tiptoes to keep myself clear. All in all it had only taken around half the day. Not as bad as I had anticipated.

I ran up the stairs to try and get caught up on at least the laundry and dishes. They both hated a messy kitchen. I was right about Master enjoying my ridiculous outfit. "So pathetic…" he managed between bouts of laughter. I just curtsied and said "thank you Sir" over and over as he continued ridiculing and laughing. I knew better than to do anything other than be polite and obedient. Finally I was given the dismissive hand motion that meant I could go back to my work, and I politely bowed and escaped to the bedroom to carry a load of laundry. I knew what was coming. I served dinner, poured the wine, cleaned up the dishes, politely asking for a spanking for burning the sweet potatoes (and discovering in the process that stockings do little to minimize the spanking effect by a strong man), and made sure the bedroom was ready for them.

I didn't need any additional instructions when Master Vince pulled his keys from his pocket and gave them to me. I knew what was expected of me and the contraption he had me build. As soon as I unlocked my little chastity device, my long imprisoned penis sprung to attention. They both laughed. It was easy to forget how tiny it is, and how adorable it can be when it bravely stands tall. The poor thing…the night was not going to end well for it. "Okay sissy…go put on a good show for us." Masters voice was so cruel. I went to turn on the TVs in both the living room and the Master bedroom before going down to the basement. I flipped the little black switch above the battery. What if it didn't work? Why was I so stupid? I would have to at least pretend it was working either way.

Oh, the camera! I would have been in so much trouble. I ran over to the tripod and turned the camera on. Maybe I should run upstairs and make sure it was working… "Good job loser!" Vince bellowed from the living room. I guess it was working. I courtsied to the camera.

The ball gag wasn't fun, but I was used to it. I made the strap nice and tight. Whew…okay, time to do this. I held onto my tiny penis and balls and lifted my leg over the center board of the new contraption. Once both feet were down I could stand on my tiptoes and let go. There was a little over an inch of clearance between the two electric wires and my dangling sissy parts. I very delicately reached up to the cuffs dangling from the overhead ceiling beam. The little metal clinks as I gently latched the cuffs was terrifying, but there was always a natural feeling to being no longer in control. I was helpless.

Master disagreed. I heard his steps descending to my floor. "You can just step over it you stupid cunt."

I mumbled my apologies incoherantly through the gag as he got some rope and connected my feet with a knot around each ankle. He gave my bare ass a resounding smack as he stood, causing me to lose my balance slightly. I bounced on my left foot desperately, but in the process of correcting myself I dropped low enough to feel the effect of the electricity on my sissy nuts. The sudden and searing pain caused me to squeal completely involuntarily. My teeth ground into the plastic of the gag and tears immediately sprung from my eyes. It definitely worked.

Master Vince laughed and smacked my ass again. This time I caught myself, bouncing in pathetic desperation. I didn't try to beg or complain, I just cried and whimpered . He went back up the stairs, satisfied with my predicament.

Eventually I heard the bedroom door distantly. I'm sure it must have been a beautiful night for Master. I still could remember what my wife's soft pussy felt like as I listened to the bed creaking and bouncing, and heard the muffled moans and gasps. I imagined what it would be like to be Master instead of me, fucking pussy with my big cock, putting little losers in their place. But then I was brought back to my very real predicament and reminded rudely that I was and always would be the loser and not the one getting pussy, as my legs would cramp and start to give out. All I could do was cry and bounce and try desperately to keep myself elevated, but as the minutes wore on the inevitable shocks came over and over. Most were to my sissy balls, sending lightning through my core and eliciting new high pitched squeals each time. But I also learned a valuable lesson about how conductive precum is, as a long strand oozed slowly from my little penis onto the live wires.

Pulling myself up by the handcuffs didn't really work, but I kept trying anyway. I gradually fell into a rhythm of bouncing from leg to leg, then pulling up on the cuffs, followed by a slow lowering onto the wires as my quivering legs gave out. Then the sheer mind-searing pain would rock my world, and the dread of another one would breathe new life into my legs and the cycle would start again.

The creaking of the bed upstairs eventually stopped. Master Vince's cum was probably now deep in my bride. I knew they were probably naked, in each other's arms, watching my performance casually and sipping more wine. Or maybe they were completely ignoring me. I started to wonder if they had gone to sleep. I yanked desperately on the cuffs, then lifted a leg to test the knots on my ankles. I cussed into my gag, my aching jaw protesting the action.

This was it. I resigned myself to being left all night. I closed my eyes and softly sobbed, lowering myself very slowly onto the wire, my calves and thighs shaking. But there was no zap. I turned in surprise to see Master standing behind me. In my crying I hadn't heard him come down the stairs or flip off the switch. I repeatedly mumbled thank you's as I was unlocked. I felt bed that he had to get up out of his bed to unlock me. I tried to think of a way to make it easier for him if he wanted me to ride my electric horse again. Mostly though I hoped he hadn't enjoyed it too much and maybe the new contraption could be quietly tucked away in storage. "Tomorrow it needs to be a little higher" Vince said as I started the process of putting my chastity device back on. "Yes Sir" I whimpered.