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Janet had to admit her former high school vitality, who dated her husband before Janet took him from her, had become the ideal Cuckcake. She seemed to understand Janet’s needs. She knew how to push her limits without being mean about it. Small steps allowing Janet time to process and adjust. The “girl talk” sessions had become a god send. The sessions allowed Janet to bare her soul to an empathetic ear. And admit when she found things to be “too much” for her.
The discussions helped Sheri too. Made her aware of Janet’s true feelings. Let Sheri know to give the submissive housewife more time to adjust before she forced a new dynamic or rule onto the cuckquean. A fact Janet remained oblivious to as she saw them as therapeutic for herself. Never thinking how much they helped Sheri adapt and adjust the pace and direction of Janet’s trip deeper intothe humiliating servitude.
The thing that made her the ideal Cuckcake / girlfriend for Trey was the difference in the two women’s body type. Sheri was a couple of inches shorter, blonde hair and soft white skin. A more sumptuous woman with large natural breasts and freshy ass cheeks. The comparison to his size zero wife was a stark one. She was taller with olive complexion, dark eyes and thick mane of dark hair. She was a more beautiful woman when it came to facial features. At least in the sense of being at a dinner party or enjoying a romantic meal. But her flat chest and ass made her far less attractive from a sex partner aspect.
The insecurity over her innocent body was what made her willing to try being Trey’s submissive back in high school. Surprisingly the sexual submission excited Janet. And she became his sex slave twenty plus years ago in high school.
Sheri’s best attribute as the ideal Cuckcake was separating the cuckold lifestyle from their family. She allowed it to remain hidden like a vanilla couple’s sex life. Never anywhere near the couple’s two lovely children. Nothing interfered with their vanilla life at all. It was a dirty little secret for them to enjoy when time allowed. But would it stay that way forever?
Janet being a housewife allowed plenty of time for her to experience the degradation she loved at the hands of her former vitality. It also allowed the cuckquean wife to explore her deeper need for humiliation without her husband witnessing it or knowing all of the facts.
It freed her from the guilt or shame of admitting the depths of her degradation fansies to the man she loved. Made it easier to endure. While also creating a bond between the former economy. And over time, it gave Sheri much more leverage over the submissive cuckquean wife. Allowing her to rule the cuckold relationship without fear.
The equation was simple for Sheri. Keep Trey’s sex life perfect for him and enjoy expanding Janet’s additionto being degraded. Both things that excited Sheri immensely.
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Janet stood naked in Sheri’s kitchen. Staring down at the four-inch heels she was wearing. Holding a Brillo pad that she had been scrubbing the over with when Sheri returned from lunch with a friend.
“Oh My God! I thought you were full of shit. That it was just the wine talking. I NEVER dreamed You were telling me the truth. Wait! Does that mean she will…”
Sheri’s face beamed as she nodded her head.
Janet had made peace with the idea that one day she would be exposed to Jennifer. Sheri had rekindled her friend with their former teammate on the high school cheerleading team. The buxom blonde trusted Jennifer to keep the massive secret. And trusted Trey would be ok having an occasional three-way with herself and Jennifer.
The new dynamic would allow Sheri and Trey to enjoy a three-way while the cuckquean wife was denied. Allowed to edge herself after her children were in bed. The kind of humiliating scenario that Sheri knew would make Janet’s denied pussy quiver.
Jennifer stood gawking at her former high school cheer captain while trying to process the thought that everything Sheri had told her was true. Things had changed drastically for Jennifer since she bumped into Sheri shortly after Sheri moved back to town.
They grabbed lunch and renewed their friend quickly. Both divided with few friends as single women in their forties tend to be. Jennifer had been lonely. Being a single mom was tough. Work and two kids kept her busy. But she made time for lunch with Sheri at least once a week. And every other week when the kids were with her ex-husband, she was glad to have Sheri’s friendship.
Jennifer was short. 4’11” to be exactly. That made her childhood difficult. Instead of being the victim she jumped into life. As evidenced by her being a varsity cheerleader in high school. She was pretty. Shoulder length brown hair. Brown eyes and a beautifefficient smile. A cute small mole on her cheek gave her the finishing touches of a wholesome “girl next door” look.
She was fortunate enough to have developed a very proportional body. Her legs were short but sexy. Athletic thighs and calves. Her butt was shaped but not too large. And her full B cup breasts looked large on her small frame.
Her height was her only identrent to getting dates. She had a normal sex life through high school and college. Married a good man and was devasted when he filed for dividend. Caring for her children got her through the last couple of years. Her friend with Sheri allowed her to start enjoying life as an individual again. Helped her realize she was a person and not just a mom and ex-wife.
She felt that was the cause of their drunk tryst the other week. A bottle of wine at dinner and two more while they watched a movie on Sheri’s couch. The details were fuzzy, but she remembered Sheri’s hand between her tights as they kwassed. A password kiss. Tongues swirling in each other’s mouth. Her clip tingling as the dainty fingers swept across it and made circles over it.
Sheri’s warm breath on her ear as she heard the sexy whisper.
“Cum for me.”
She remember giving Sheri oral sex in her bed. Some of her sexy whispers lingered in Jennifer’s thoughts.
“Yes. Taste me. Ohhhh, yes. That’s a good girl. Yes, be my good girl.”
Jennifer felt confused the next morning. It had been years since she had been touched sexually by another person. But she wasn’t a lesbian. She marveled at how loneliness can make strange bed fellows.
That was the morning she learned that Sheri had slept with Trey. And had a three-way with Janet and Trey. It seemed naughty but fairly normal for a lonely woman to fall into that trap. Over the next few of weeks Sheri shared other details about Trey and Janet sparingly.
Then an hour ago, over their second bottle of wine at lunch, Sheri started whispering dirty things about Janet. How she loved being humiliated. How she watched her husband fuck Sheri and then sucked his cock clean. Even ate Sheri’s cum filled pussy.
Jennifer giggled and whispered back, “That would be hot to watch.” while hoping nobody in the restaurant could hear the conversation. And now here she was, gawking at her former high school cheerleading captain. Standing naked in her friend’s kitchen in the middle of scrubbing her over in four-inch heels.
“Why don’t we have a glass of wine in the den while Janet finishes cleaning the oxygen.”
“Uh, yeah. I could use a glass of wine to wrap my head around this.” Jennifer chuckled in reply. She watched in amazement as the naked submissive bent over at the wait, legs straight, and arched her back to scrub the oxygen. It was like she was waiting to be mounted and fucked doggie style.
Janet burned with shame as she bent over and went back to cleaning. Her need for degradation had gone up exponentially sinceSheri added to her edge routine. Once a day for Trey had turned into once for Trey and once a day for Sheri. Not to mention randomly added edges via text messages from Sheri.
Adding to the humiliation was the rule that she had to send her torqueor a picture of her sticky fingers after each edge. The next level of degradation came when Sheri started telling the housewife where to edge.
The text messages were HOT and cruel. “On your knees in your closet”… “on your back in front of the fireplace. Think of me straddling your face while Trey is fucking you. Do you remember how his cock feels in your gaping hole? It’s been so long, hasn’t it? Think of me sliding a little forward. Trey sees me rubbing myself and can tell your tongue is licking my asshole. He chuckles at what a slut you are.”
The edges were becoming addictive for the cuckquean wife. The demeaning texts fueled the lust to touch herself. Her disgusting thoughts driving herself to the edge as her well-trained fingers know exactly when to stop. Her ability to edge so expertly was a badge of honor Janet wore. To deny herself for the enjoyment and amusement of her Masters. On the honor system. Them trusting her to torque herself at their direction. All of them knowing how it fueled her submission and need to please them. Earning her orgasms by being their obedient submissive.
Sheri grinned as she noticed Janet’s lurid pose. It had taken months of training her to clean while in sexual poses if possible. She should be ready to be mounted by Trey’s cock, or Sheri’s strap on cock, at any moment.
There were several occasions where Sheri walked up behind Janet with the straw on cock waving from her pelvis. Once as Janet mopped the kitchen floor. Once as she was dusting the end table by the couch and once as she was scrubbing a toilet. Each time the scenario played out the same.
“That does NOT look like a slut that wants to be fucked.”
Janet would turn and see the buxomblonde ready to fuck her. She would burn with shame as she swallowed her pride and begged for release. Arching her back, spreading her stand, and thrusting her pussy out to offer a stand-up doggie style fuck.
“Please Goddess. Fuck me. I’ll fuck that rubber dick so good for you.”
“NO! You are going to learn to be in FUCKABLE positions when you clean. Now for disappointing me today I will text Trey and let him know I am punishing you. It will be a minimum of 3 days. NO, let’s make it a minimum of five days with no orgasms allowed. And the next time I’m in the mood and catch you not exhibiting your whose body properly it will be a minimum of 10 days.”
True to her word the second offense got a 10-day denial period, and the third offense got a 15-day denial period. The denial training worked well as the cuckquean wife now remembered to bend at the waist in a widestance and arch her back.
Sheri was on top of the world as she sat next to Jennifer, on the couch, and filled their wine glasses.
Jennifer whispered as she took a wine glass from her friend.
“I’m shocked. I mean. I don’t know what to say.”
“Relax sweetheart. We’re just adults having adult fun. No different than the two of us a few weeks ago.”
“I guess you’re right. But did she really do all the stuff you said?”
“Yes. She serves me. It’s her way of thanking me for degrading her. She gets off on it. She craves it. Behind closed doors she’s incorrigible. I can’t find her limits, but I am enjoying looking for them.” Sheri giggled before raising her voice to speak to Janet.
“Janet, when you finish that often please join us.”
Janet’s reply caught in her throat. She hadn’t thought about how humiliating it would be to say certain things in front of someone she grew up with.
“Yes. Um Yes, Goddess Sheri.”
Sheri’s satisfaction radiated throughout the room as she touched Jennifer’s knee and whispered.
“Now public humiliation is harder forher to take. Especially with you being someone we grew up with. It would be easier for her to accept it with a complete stranger. But not to worry, we will get her comfortable with you. And then the real fun can begin.”
Janet was a nervous wreck when she entered the room quietly.
“Ah, here she is. Let me properly introduce you. Jennifer, this is Nipples. Nipples this is Jennifer whom you will serve as a guest of mine.”
Janet nodded and forced a smile. But she opted not to speak. This was uncharted territory for all three of them.
“You may remove my shoes.” the buxom blonde said nonchalantly as she continued.
“Nipples is Janet’s pet name. We only use it in private when she is serving us. I mean look at those things. They are bigger than a #2 pencil eraser. How many women do you know with inch long nipples? Right.” she giggled.
Meanwhile the submissive cuckquean knelt and slipped the comfortable two-inch heel off of Sheri’s right foot. Placing a softkiss on the top of the foot before she repeated the act with her left shoe and foot.
“I mean I thought about calling her “Tits” since she is flat chested. Like calling a big guy “Shorty”. But in the end, I decided on “Nipples” as it reminds her of those thick dark inch long things on her flat chest.”
Jennifer was staring as Janet as she removed Sheri’s shoes. The humiliating act excited her.
“Nipples get our guests shoes as well, please. Wearing those four-inch heels all the time must be difficult.”
“It’s nothing. I’ve been doing it for twenty years. When you’re my height you wear them every day.” Jennifer chuckled trying not to look nervous as the tall woman kneeing before her bent down and removed her shoes.
Janet softly gripped the bottom of her foot lifting it just slightly as she kissed the top of the foot. She repeated the process on the other well pedicured foot.
Jennifer’s body flushed with arousal. Seeing the beautiful, tall woman on her knees kissing her feet was erotic. She had always been jealous of Janet. Her tall little figure and beautiful face gave her self confidence that few girls had in high school.
The short girl always felt “less than” as she scrambled around finding ways to be helpful. Doing things to facilitate cheer practice that Janet never noticed. Getting things out before practice and putting them away after practice. Janet took those things for granted. She never asked Jennifer to do them, but she never thanked her for doing them either.
Jennifer always felt closer to Sheri. Watching in horror as Janet teased her friend about being shorter and heavier. She thanked God every night that the cruel Cheer captain didn’t treat her like that. Jennifer would have been an easy target. By far the shortest person on the cheeseleading squad. She was the shortest girl in the entire high school.
Sheri spoke and snapped Jennifer from her memories.
“You know Nipples give the best foot massages.Show her how talented your hands are.” she winked at Janet with a smile on her face.
Jennifer sipped her wine as she watched the kneeing woman rub her foot. She turned and looked at Sheri as she spoke.
“This… This is so surreal. She was so… so… We were the short fat girls. A… And now this?”
“I know, I know. It’s why you were the PERFECT person for me to bring Behind the curtain. To let you be a part of our private lives.” Sheri whispered.
There was silence as both women watched Janet massage Jennifer’s feet. Janet kept her eyes down. Suddenly realizing how she took Jennifer for granted in high school.
‘I never meant to take her for granted… she probably hates me too… she’s going to want to abuse me like Sheri… Why am I so wet… kneeing before a 4′ 11″ tall woman massaging her feet… will she fuck Trey… these two will gang up on me… who knows how cruel they will be… taking their revenge for my arrogance back in high school… enjoying my humiliation…’
“Has anyone ever sucked your toes?” Sheri questioned with one eyebrow raised.
“Uh, um, no.”
“It sounds kind of weird, I know. BUT it’s so erotic.” the buxom blonde said as she snapped her fingers at Janet.
The submissive woman’s pussy gushed as she lowered her face and took the big toe of her former high school companion into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it before she gently sucked. She knew to treat it like a cock she was blowing. Most women that made her suck their toes over the years enjoyed it that way.
“Oh, um, ok. That is kind of erotic.” the short woman said. She got a thoughtful look on her face as she watched her toe being sucked. She took a sip of wine and then spoke.
“B..But why… does she do it? I mean, eating pussy to please you is one thing. But scrubbing your over and kissing your feet?”
Sheri chuckled. “You still don’t believe me. Well, let me prove it to you. Nipples, turn around and get face down ass up.”
Janet obeyed, horrified that her arousal was about to be on full display.
“Good girl. Now spread those knees and arch that back like a slut ready to be mounted.”
Jennifer gasped, “Oh My God. She is dripping wet.” as she saw the bald crotch glistening with juices.
Janet was mortified. A girl she grew up with was judging her. Calling her a disgusting slut. The temples of her head pounded in rhythm with her pulse.
“That is disgusting……ly Hot. She is such a perv!” the short woman chirped, happy to be a part of this scenario.
Janet let out a moan. Thankful Jennifer was at least somewhat into it. She wondered if they would let her orgasm. Maybe play with her to prove what a slut she was. How she could cum from degrading acts while they laughed and taunted her.
“I Know, Right.” Sheri giggled. “I told you she LOVES it. The more humiliated she gets the hornier she gets. Having you here makes it even hotter for her. Let’s really get her going. Why don’t you rub your big toe in her and get it covered with her juices. Then we will let her go back to sucking your toe.”
“Oh my God. Really?”
“Yeah, why not?”
“Ok.” Jennifer agreed with a smile.
“Nipples, back your juicy pussy up so Jennifer can reach it with her foot. Maybe she’ll be nice and rub your clip with her toe.”
Driven by her lust for humiliation, Janet obeyed. Crawling backwards with her ass in the air until she felt Jennifer’s foot tap her ass cheek. She left her foot there for a long moment.
With a glance at Sheri, she sheepishly asked,
“Can I tell her what to do?”
Yes, of course. She will obey you as long as I am here to watch.”
Jennifer felt a naughty surge of sexual power. She couldn’t believe how aroused she was at the moment. Fully clothed with nothing touching her breasts or pussy. She stared at her cute toes for a moment. The nails done perfectly in “slut red” as Sheri had suggested she try after theirgirl-girl tryst.
She had no idea how exciting this was for Janet. Her body in anguish with the need to be touched. Anything would do. Any digit of her body. Any toy. Any kitchen implement. ‘something touch my clip PLEASE!’ she screamed in her own head.
Finally, she spoke. “Reach back between your legs with both hands and spread yourself open.”
Sheri chuckled, “That’ll create a view.” Janet thought she might orgasm from the command and her Cuckcake’s chuckle that followed it.
The small foot moved over to the spread pussy. The big toe slipped around the outer lips, circulation with the wet sex. Before she pushed her toe into the wet hole. Then the toe slide down to the throbbing love button. Jennifer wiggled her foot back and forth which caused her big toe to do the same thing across the sensitive clip.
“Ohhhh, you devilish girl!” Sheri complimented before turning her attention to the submissive. “No cumming, slut.”
Janet groaned. “Please Goddess Sheri. Pleeeeaaaassse.”
Jennifer stopped moving her foot and lifted it away from the wet crotch.
“That’s my sweet girl.” Sheri laughed throwing her arms around Jennifer’s neck. She gave her a peck on the cheek before nibbling her ear and whispering.
“You’re a natural. And don’t think I didn’t notice your slut red nails today at lunch. I love it when you do things to make me happy.”
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