Four Times a Year - Part 3Submitted by: Michael Freemont
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Work was hard for Andrew the next day. For one thing he was very tired from not having slept will the night before because of the spikes in his new penis cage and at work the spikes caused him a lot of pain. Then when he got home he was upset to see Bob's car in front of his house but he realized that he had nothing to say about that. When he walked into the house he saw his wife and her lover in a deep kiss on the couch. Andrew remembered how he used to kiss Carol like that. But no more. Now only Bob.
When they saw him they broke the kiss but they didn't move away from each other but Carol remained on the couch with both her arms around Bob's left arm. "Hi honey," said Carol. Andrew swallowed, He knew what he had to do but hated it that Bob was there. He went over to his wife, dropped to his knees and kissed the side of her ass. Bob laughed. "Shit, I don't believe it." Carol nodded. "He loves me Bob. What don't you believe? Andrew is showing his respect for me, aren't you darling?" "Yes - dear." "How was it today, sweetie?" Andrew didn't want to talk in front of Bob. "It was alright - dear." "Did it hurt a lot?" Andrew swallowed again. "Y-yes dear," "Well, like I told you it will take a month or so for your penis to learn that I want it to say nice and tiny. Show Bob your new cage." He looked at his wife.
Show Bob? Carol was smiling that superior smile he hated and she was still holding on to her lovers' arm. It was those two against him. "I thought you told me you had trained him to be obedient," said Bob to Carol. Carol turned to Bob and gave him a kiss on his lips. "He's just being stubborn - like his penis, But he'll learn." Then to her husband. "Andrew. Take off your pants. NOW!" Andrew was really afraid of his wife and he knew Bob would support her so he did what his wife said - he took off his pants. "Now your underpants Andrew," Carol said with the impatience a mother shows to a child. So Andrew pulled off his underpants in front of his wife and her lover revealing his now tiny penis locked in its spiked cage. There were streaks of blood all over it which Carol had expected based on what she had learned about how the spiked cage works.
"Jesus!" exclaimed Bob when he saw the awful sight. "Isn't it adorable?" asked Carol. It's like the penis of a nine year old. It's perfect for Andrew isn't it?" she asked her lover apparently not at all concerned about the blood. "It's bleeding," said Bob Carol smiled and then gave Bob a passionate kiss on the lips. "That's to be expected. His little penis is very stubborn and just doesn't want to accept the fact that is has to stay tiny. It thinks it's part of a man and not Andrew. But it will learn. Those spikes will teach it.. Okay darling, you can get dressed now. Bob and I are going out for dinner. The kids are sleeping out and Bob is sleeping over. Change the sheets and towels in our room. I left something for you in the fridge." And then smiling, "And try not to think about sexy things," But before Andrew could pull up his pants Bob pointed to Andrew's suffering penis and said with a smile,
"You know Carol, a nine year old boy doesn't have hair like that down there." Carol hugged and then kissed her lover, thrilled that he was getting involved, making her feel less guilty about what she was doing to her husband. "Bob's absolutely right Andrew and I should have realized that. Okay here's what I want you to do. While Bob and I are out to dinner I want you to take a scissor and cut off all your hair down there. When we come back I want to see you looking just like a nine year old down there." And then laughing, Carol and Bob left. Andrew was upset. Why was she doing this? Why did she like to humiliate him in front of her lover? Well he didn't want to fight with her –especially not with her lover there so he did what she wanted. First he changed the sheets for them in his bedroom and then he went into the bathroom and stood over the toilet and cut off all the hairs around his testicles and his locked up tortured penis. This was not something worth arguing about.
"Wow," said Bob to Carol as they drove to the restaurant, "What are you doing to his cock? It's all bloody." Carol smiled and leaned over and kissed her lover. "He doesn't have a cock. You have a cock. He just has a penis. And I'm going to make the difference between you more obvious. I'm going to see to it that it stays that size permanently. And that it can never function again.. I want to be sure our arrangement is permanent.. I want you to feel comfortable that it is and I want him to have to accept that it is. Actually, I'm doing something else too. I'm making sure he won't ever be able to think of himself as a man and that will make him totally submissive to me. I know his penis looks a mess but I learned that it will only be that way for a month or so. Then he'll be conditioned to associate an erection with pain and he won't be able to erect at all. Oh darling, I loved your idea about the hair. Now just follow my lead when we get home. It's going to be important that you're with me for what I'm going to do."
"Let me see," Carol said to her husband when they got home. Andrew looked at her and he saw she was serious. She wanted him to undress again in front of her lover - his former friend. He got undressed and was surprised when Carol slapped him in his face while Bob looked on with a smirk. "Do you call that like a nine year old? Do you just like to piss me off Andrew? Is that how you shave off your hair? Do you think a nine year old looks like that? Can't you do anything right Andrew? I distinctly told you I want you to cut off ALL your hair down there. Didn't I say that Bob?" "I heard her buddy," said Bob ."Now go lay down on your back on the piano bench." Andrew did and Carol left the room.
"You shouldn't piss her off buddy," said Bob. Andrew said nothing. He was so embarrassed. Carol returned a minute later with tweezers in her hand and, smiling at Bob, she went and sat down on her husband's stomach facing his feet. Andrew groaned. She was heavy and she was crushing him. "Shut up you wimp. I'm going to keep sitting on you until I pull out all your hairs down there. This wouldn't be necessary if you learned to obey me and did what I told you to do.." Andrew screamed as Carol pulled out two hairs at a time with the tweezers. It took Carol twenty minutes to pull out all Andrew's pubic hairs and it was pure torture for him - the pain of the tweezers and her weight on his stomach. Finally she was done and got off him. "There," she said. "Now that's how I want it. Do you understand me?" "Y-yes dear," Poor Andrew said, hoping she would stop already. "I'm going to get you a bottle of Nair and I want you to apply it every day. Andrew I don't want to see a single hair down there. Pubic hairs are for men, not for nine year olds Do you understand me?" "Y-yes dear—" "Good. Now Bob and I are going upstairs to bed. I expect you to bring us breakfast in bed in the morning. I'll call you when we're ready. Goodnight.."
Andrew felt awful as he saw his wife and her lover close the door to their bedroom and then he heard them laughing and then he heard nothing. He was up most of the night.
Andrew hated Bob. Bob was starting to spend the night more often - in their bedroom, leaving Andrew to have to sleep in the guestroom. And Bob and Carol began to get more involved socially and they began to go out as a couple with friends that used to be Andrew and Carol's friends leaving Andrew home with the kids to baby sit more and more.
One Saturday afternoon Carol came over to Andrew as he was doing the laundry and said to her husband, "Honey, Bob and I are going out to dinner with Loraine and Ted tonight. They know all about our arrangement and I'm so happy that they've accepted Bob and me as a couple but I want to be sure they understand that you're okay with this so that they don't feel uncomfortable with Bob so they're going to meet us here and I want you to be sure to act "subby" when they come. I want you to be very respectful to Bob. I think it would be nice if you called him 'sir' when you say something to him. Okay/? Oh, and be sure to remember to kiss my ass when we leave." Andrew just swallowed. Things were getting worse and worse. "It's no big deal Andrew. I know it will be a little embarrassing for you but we're not doing it for that reason. We just want Loraine and Ted to be comfortable with Bob and me as a couple." She kissed his cheek. "I know you understand."
Andrew answered the bell and let his former friends in blushing as he did. "Hello Andrew," said Loraine with a smirk. "Is Carol and Bob here?" "Y-yes Loraine. Hello Ted. Come on in." Then Bob and Carol came into the room and greeted their friends. "Andrew, we're going," said Carol. "Be sure you do the dishes and the laundry." "Yeah," said Bob, "And I brought my stuff over for you to wash." Andrew turned red, getting upset. "Andrew!" Carol said in a warning tone. "Y-yes sir," Andrew said meekly. Carol nodded approvingly at her husband. "We won't be home late so wait up for us in case we need anything when we get home. Now come kiss me goodbye." Said Carol as she turned around and bent over. Andrew was so embarrassed but he knew what he had to do so he went over and got down on his knees and kissed his wife's ass through her skirt. Loraine burst out laughing. "I love it! I didn't believe you Carol. Andrew," Loraine said,. "How many days?" Andrew turned beet red as he got to his feet. Did his wife tell everyone about that? He saw Carol looking at him waiting for him to answer and he didn't want to get her mad. "F-forty- one," and this time everyone laughed.
"I'm so proud of you darling," said Carol later that night. "You behaved perfectly. We talked about you all through dinner. Loraine couldn't stop laughing at the way you kissed my ass.. She explained our arrangement to Ted – that you're never again going to have intercourse and that you're not allowed to masturbate and how I locked up your penis and how I give you a hand job four times a year. By the way, I'm impressed that you're keeping track of how many days are left. I wasn't sure you remembered how many were left. And tomorrow there will be only forty. Ted just couldn't understand and I explained that you are learning to get as much pleasure from your four times a year hand jobs as Bob gets from having normal sex with me. Then Bob explained how we're training your little penis to stay tiny and how you have to keep yourself shaved down there like a nine year old. Oh I love you like this Andrew.
Oh by the way, Bob loved it when you called him 'sir' so we think you should do that all the time." "Carol - that's ridiculous—" She put her finger to his lips. "Shhhh. Don't spoil it now. We discussed this at dinner and Loraine pointed out that it would help you accept your subordinate position if you were always reminded of it and one way would be for you to have to call Bob and all men 'sir". And she suggested that you call all women 'ma'am' - except me - she agrees that 'dear' is perfect for a dominated husband. It's no big deal Andrew and don't make it one. Loraine is very smart. And it will be good for you. Look sweetheart. It's for your own good. It will help you accept and adjust to your new life."
Carol explained it to her lover. "But he won't ever be able to get sexual relief again. That's what I want. I want him frustrated and anxious all the time. That will keep him nice and submissive to me and I think that will get him to accept this as permanent.."
"He won't be able to divorce you Carol. There'll be no place for him to go if he does. What woman - besides you would want a man - "Bob laughed, "A man – that's a joke - without a cock who can't fuck?. "
"I know Bob," said Carol. "And you should be happy that you will know without any doubt that I won't be able to change my mind about ever having normal sex with him. I'm all yours Bob. I do love him you know– but not like a man. You're my man. He's my wimp. You know darling, I think all women need both - a man and a wimp. I have the most wonderful sex with you and I know you do with me. We share. We look to pleasure each other which I think is so wonderful. With Andrew it's all one way - for me. It's a wonderful feeling to just be able to plop down on the bed, lift my dress, pull off my pantyhose and spread my legs and have him go to work on my pussy or my ass. I don't do a damn thing. I don't even bother to wash up first anymore. And I don't have to worry about how I smell down there and sometimes I must really stink and it must be disgusting for him. And I can even if I fart in his face" Carol laughed. "I watch TV every night with his face between my legs. It's wonderful to have a husband like that. - as long as I have a lover like you." She laughed. "We don't even have to discuss what program to watch. He can't see the TV under the covers with his face between my thighs. And I need him to do all the laundry and keep the house clean. I have him under my complete control And," she laughed, "I need someone to lick my feet every night."
"Bob is going to come with us to your mother's for Thanksgiving." Carol told her husband in mid November as he knelt before her with her left foot in his mouth. Carol had learned to tell her husband things that would bother him when she had one of her feet in his mouth because he knew he wasn't allowed to take her foot out of his mouth and say anything.. "A perfect way for a wife to have a discussion with her henpecked husband," She had laughed about that with Loraine. She saw her husband's cheek turn red but he dutifully kept her foot in his mouth and said nothing. So she continued. "Your mother likes Bob and she too considers him part of our family."
They took Bob's car to Andrew's mother on Thanksgiving. Bob drove with Carol sitting next to him and Andrew sat in the back with Jennifer and Sammy.
Andrew saw that his mother was very comfortable with all of them there and treated Bob as if he was her son. Then, after dinner, the kids went in the den to watch TV and Andrew's mother asked Carol, "So dear, how's your little project with Andrew going?" Andrew was shocked. Did his wife tell his mother about that too? Carol answered quickly. "Oh Mom it's working great. That spiked cage did it's job. No more pain for Andrew. And he's been so good at shaving down there." Andrew saw his wife look at him smiling. He wished he could just crawl away somewhere. "Oh that's wonderful," said Andrew's mother. "And are you satisfied with the results Carol?" Carol looked at Bob and smiled. "His penis is smaller than Sammy's—" That made all of them laugh – except of course Andrew who turned beet red. "It's a good thing I make him shave," laughed Carol, "or it would get lost in his hair." And again everyone laughed. And when they stopped laughing Carol said, 'But Mom his little penis looks so adorable and cute - and I'm really so glad he doesn't have any more pain. No more attempted erections and no more pain for my baby."
And then it was November 30. Carol handed Andrew the handcuffs and he dutifully cuffed his hands behind his back understanding that this was so that his wife could reattach the cage after she gave him his hand job. Carol smiled. He was so - so pussy whipped. "Let's get that awful cage off." Carol unlocked and removed the cage and smiled when she saw his tiny penis. "Look how cute it looks sweetie. I love it that way Andrew. It's so cute. And you've been such a good boy about shaving down there." Then Carol smiled and took his tiny penis in her fist and - nothing happened.
Andrew looked confused. And Carol smiled - it was what she had expected. "Oh look sweetie, you can't get hard. Your penis has associated not staying small with pain so now it can't get any bigger. Oh I love it tiny like this. What a difference between you and Bob." Carol kept squeezing her husband's tiny penis in her fist but it remained tiny and then, a few minutes later, she and Andrew saw his sperm ooze out of the tip and spill out on the floor. It was just what Carol had expected would happen after she had destroyed the functioning of his penis. No ejaculation like a man, just the oozing, the emission like a nine year old boy having a wet dream would have. She kept squeezing letting all the sperm that had accumulated in the last two months to ooze out.. Andrew looked at his wife, still confused. "W- what h-happened—" Carol smiled. "You came darling. You came without having an ejaculation." He looked like he was going to cry. He was just like a child she thought. "I-I didn't feel anything—""Really? Oh you poor baby. I guess that's because you can't have an ejaculation anymore. I guess an ejaculation is what gives a man his pleasure - . But you have a penis that doesn't function anymore."
Andrew looked like he was going to cry. "Oh Carol -– dear—" "Well, sweetie, I don't think there's anything anyone can do about that now. You have a penis that doesn't function like a penis. Now you really have a penis like a nine year old. The discharge you just had was like a nine year old boy having a wet dream.' Carol laughed. "See sweetie, this might not have been necessary of you'd just accepted the role I wanted for you but you kept asking for intercourse. Oh well. But it worked out well. I love your tiny penis. It's the perfect size for you". Carol laughed and reached for the little cage. "I don't think we need this cage anymore now but I sort of like it on you. And I think you'd miss it so let's lock it on." She did. She saw there were tears in her husband's eyes. Then she went over to the bed and lay on her stomach. "Okay sweetheart, now it's your turn. Come on. Get your face in here."
The next day when Carol got home she saw what she expected - Andrew was crying. He was very depressed and she understood why. He had to have realized he was no longer a man and that he would never again be able to function like a man.. He was depressed - just what Carol expected would be his reaction. Now she had to gently wean him into his new life getting him out of his depression and into acceptance that his condition was permanent. She went over and hugged him and kissed his neck.
"Hi sweetheart." Andrew looked at her with tears in his eyes and she took his hand and pulled him to the couch. "Let's talk. Look sweetheart, I know how you feel. But sweetheart, you're not alone. Clair, the woman that sold me your cage told me that she knows about a dozen couples like us where the wife had to - well - ruin her husband's penis in order to save their marriage. In fact one woman went so far as to have her husband's penis removed. In all these cases the marriages were saved. The husbands became depressed for some period just the way you are now. It's a stage that all of you dominated husbands go through but eventually all these husbands accepted the fact that nothing could be done to bring things back to the way they were and the husbands all learned that they had to accept their status and you will too. These husbands all came to accept that their wives had and needed their lovers and these husbands accepted that they were not men anymore and they accepted being subordinate to their wives and they all sought to try to make their wives happy. And you'll get to that stage too. Here, let me get my foot in your mouth." Carol put her left foot on the hassock and Andrew, without saying anything got off the couch and knelt behind the hassock and took his wife's foot in his mouth.
Carol wanted her foot in her husband's mouth now for a few reasons. First, it felt wonderful for her to have her sweaty feet in his nice warm and wet mouth as he cleaned each of her feet with his tongue. Second, it would keep her husband in an obvious subordinate position while they spoke as he knelt in front of her and third he would not be able to speak, only listen - like a subordinate husband should. "Ahhh, Oh that feels so nice. Anyway, I just want you to know that these other husbands have gone through what you are going through now but they all came out of their depression and have become just what their wives wanted them to become - totally submissive husbands that have learned to make their wives lives very pleasant... I want you to know I love you very much Andrew and I did what I did because I do love you and I want to stay married to you. Now don't get lazy Andrew. Keep moving your tongue around my foot. I want you to clean it for me. That's better. Anyway, I went to see Clair when you started the divorce. I told her that I loved you but that I also loved Bob and that what I wanted was to have Bob as my man and you as my submissive husband. I told her that I didn't want to have sex with you anymore. Clair pointed out that such an arrangement is what many women like me want. And she understood how hard such an arrangement is for husbands." Carol rubbed Andrew's cheek. "I know how hard it was for you darling. I mean, I'm your wife and I told you that you can never have sex with me again and that I would be having sex with your best friend Bob" She saw the look of despair in Andrews face. He was crying again. He looked so foolish with her foot in his mouth and she was getting wet.
" And then Clair explained about these other couples and how they all adjusted and that the important thing was to deny you sexual relief and make you do degrading things - like kissing my ass –" she smiled at Andrew - "and it worked for a while with us. Andrew. Restricting your sexual release to four times a year made you very submissive and docile. And I told Clair that our program of me giving you a hand job four times a year was working fine and that I wouldn't have to ruin your penis like the other wives. And I was very happy. Here, let me change feet—"
Carol pulled her left foot out of her husband's mouth and shoved in her right foot. "Anyway, you disappointed me when you kept asking for things to go back to the way they were. I thought you had accepted this lifestyle and accepted that you would never be permitted sex again but you constantly kept asking me when things were going to go back to the way they were so I called Clair and told her. She suggested I consider having your penis removed but I didn't want to do that to you and we agreed that I would just see to it that your penis wouldn't be able to function. And that would make Bob feel good too, knowing I couldn't change my mind - which he now finally believes. And that's the story sweetie. I'm sorry that I had to do that to you because, except for your always asking for things to go back to the way they were you've been wonderful about everything. I know how hard it must have been for you to have to accept my relationship with Bob but you were so understanding even though I know how it hurt you but when I kept hearing you asking for things to go back I knew that it was necessary to totally unman you"
She took her left foot and used it to rub his face while her right foot remained in his mouth. . "Sweetie, I know it's going to be hard for you to accept that this is all permanent now but in time you will. You'll come to accept that you're not a man anymore and can never be one You're a male and you're my husband but you're not a man. And you'll come to understand that's how I want you. No man would let his wife make him lick her feet clean they way you're doing now would they? And what man would lick out and clean his wife's ass?" Andrew felt ashamed when Carol said that. He was licking her feet because she told him to and he thought it was pleasing her sort of - well sexually but now she said he was cleaning her feet - with his mouth. Ugh!
"Sweetie, in time you'll come to accept that your mouth - and your nose are your sexual tools. Actually sweetheart, your life won't be that different than what it was before. It's been years since I respected you as a man. We're still going to have your four times a year cum days because I found out that it's important for your health that we release your built up sperm but it just won't spurt out anymore and give you pleasure. No more ejaculations. It will just dribble out like a little boy having a wet dream. But sweetie, if you think about it, there's some good in that. You're next cum day is April 30 - that's almost five months away. Wouldn't it be harder for you to have to look forward five months to get a pleasurable hand job? Isn't it better not to have something so pleasurable to have to look forward to?"
Carol smiled as she looked down at her husband, her right foot stuffing his mouth and tears coming out of his eyes. Oh life was wonderful.
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