We had the baby a few weeks ago.
I knew it wasn't mine, I hadn't penetrated Liz's body in months when she got pregnant. She didn't know whose it was either.
It's pretty obvious it belongs to Carlos, my boss. It's a girl, a cute little baby girl, with dark hair and dark skin. Not black like a lot of her lovers, but much more Mexican. Carlos. I am so humiliated. My mother saw the baby and immediately knew it wasn't her granddaughter.
On the birth certificate, the baby was given Liz's maiden name, not mine. Liz says the baby is not mine and should not have my name. I am not a decent husband and certainly not the father. But I am expected to care for her, feed her, change her diaper. My "daughter's" name is Marcie.
I may have to quit my job to do everything Liz is demanding. I think the only reason Liz hasn't demanded I stay home is because she likes the extra money. But she demands that I serve her constantly.
At home I serve as a full time maid and cleaning lady. All household chores are for me to do. I cook, clean, dust, everything that is needed around the house.
Oh, and yes, I wear a maid's outfit while I am at home, at least most of the time. It's really quite sexy... if I were a woman. I do feel sort of sexy wearing it. I wish Liz would notice me. I almost... well, I wish the men she fucks would notice me. I would be their bitch if they wanted me.
My cock is kept more or less permanently caged, though sometimes Liz lets it out. Usually this is when she wants to hurt me.
Liz is hurting me more and more. Whenever the baby cries too much, or she finds some fault with my cleaning, or I don't please her in some other way, she will torture me. She calls it punishment, and it is I suppose. I have failed her in some way. But it's really torture.
"The toilet wasn't cleaned this week, it's disgusting! What have you been doing?"
"The baby has needed a lot of attention, and with the dinner party yesterday I haven't had--"
"Excuses!!! You
pathetic worm. I have no idea why I ever married such a pathetic insect. I can't call you a man because you aren't one, really. Are you? Get over here!"
She pulled me over to the bed and tied my wrists up to the bed posts. She yanked my pants down and took a hair brush and began whacking it on my ass.
You have no idea just how painful that can be until you have an angry women hitting you as hard as she can with a hair brush. I was crying in about three or four minutes. Tears, running down my face, I begged for her to stop. When she finally did my ass was burning like it was on fire. It glowed bright red for several hours later, and then bruises took the place of the redness.
I couldn't sit down for two days after that.
But I am wishing she would spank me now, instead of what she is doing.
Liz purchased a cock and ball bracket, a sort of whipping post. It's a device that sits on the top of a post and squeezes shut on my genitals, clamping them in place. It's a very specific type of device designed to hold a man motionless, and it works really well.
The top clamp is screwed into place, holding my balls tightly so I can't get out. And I really can't... it hurts, not terribly, but she screws it down so tightly my balls start to ache pretty quickly.
The device has a platform, which I could normally just walk away with or move around, except I am forced to stand directly on it by ankle straps. These hold my ankles to the post that goes from the platform up to the ball clamps.
The result is really effective. I am trapped, I can't go anywhere.
And Liz can do anything to me she wants.
At first she just used this device to keep me in place, secured, while she whipped my ass. She's been using hair brushes, bamboo canes, and recently got a flogger. I am forced to just stand there, my genitals captured tightly so I can't move, not even a couple of inches. I just have to take it.
But... she's started experimenting. Liz... she's so gorgeous that my cock gets hard whenever she releases me from chastity and places me on the whipping post. I will stand there, balls clamped in place, my cock sticking out hard and throbbing.
Then she begins the torture.
I am crying just remembering the pain. She didn't like the way I changed Marcie's diaper. This combined with the fact I let my panties slip and my caged cock became visible (she wants my genitals covered by my panties so I can be as feminine as possible).
I was forced to stand in the whipping bracket for almost an hour, waiting. It gets very tiring, but... I can't sit down, or relieve the strain on my legs at all. I am stuck standing at attention, and my legs start cramping. It's a horrible torture by itself and she hasn't even gotten started yet.
That's when she came in and lit a cigarette.
Liz smokes every once in a while, not often. I thought she was just going to smoke in front of me and watch me wriggle while my legs cramped.
Instead, she took the lit cigarette and slid the glowing, red hot top along my distended scrotum.
That made me scream. The neighbors heard me, I am absolutely sure. I couldn't help it. That glowing ember, sliding along my most sensitive skin hurt so suddenly, I just let out a scream.
Liz actually smiled when I screamed. She continued to stroke my cock and balls with the red hot cigarette, teasing me with it. Sometimes she touched just the edge, and it simply stung a bit. Other times she really pressed the end down hard, causing my scrotal flesh to sizzle.
When that happened, I would scream again. And beg.
"Please... please... AAAAGHHGHHAAAEEEEE!!!! PLEASE LIZ... I will do better, I will do as you say!!! Never let me genitals be visible in my maids uniform!!! I will !!AAAAEEEEEGGGGGGG!!!!"
When Liz had finally enjoyed torturing me enough she put the cigarette out on my balls, crushing it. She unclamped me and undid the ankle straps.
"Go put some Neosporin on those burns, then get back into your maid's uniform. I am having Carlos over tonight, and I want you to keep the place clean and nice."
"Yes, ma'am," I said, stumbling into the bathroom to treat my poor, burned scrotum.
That night Liz made me perform immaculate cuckold cleaning. I was positioned immediately below where my boss's huge cock entered her pussy, and watched her flesh surround him and cling to his member as it shoved in and out of her.
When he came inside her, he pulled out, his semen dripping from the end of his cock and into my open, waiting mouth. "Oh, god... fuck... fuck, that was good, Liz..." he said as he let the remnants of his cum drain into my mouth.
Liz stayed positioned properly, right over my face, and pushed. I could see her pussy flex slightly as her muscles strained and then suddenly a big glop of Carlos' semen dropped out and right into my mouth.
That's really all I am good for any more, at least in bed. I am a cum dump for Liz's lover's cum. I don't mind any more... I am used to it, I guess.
I need to go change the baby's diaper again, she's crying. Liz will whip me if I don't get right on it. Or worse. I'm afraid of what she might do next.
As long as I get to watch her fuck her men, I guess I am satisfied.
