My Wife's Cuckold Slave Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

My Wife's Cuckold Slave Ch. 05

This is the fifth chapter in the series where I describe how I started getting sucked into the world of Financial Domination (find) before eventually ending up as my wife's cuckold.

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I got to work, feeling absolutely exhausted. Raven, my on-line domme, had told me to sleep on the bathroom floor last night. Louise had been out again with friends from work, and didn't come home until late. I had left her a note saying tat I wasn't feeling well, and would sleep in the spare room. It would also be a good excuse if she found me in the bathroom in the middle of the night. I had heard her come home in the small hours, and she had gone straight to bed in our room, so I hadn't been disturbed, lying shivering naked on the cold tile floor. I had gone back to my bed in the spare room at about 6 am, but had had hardly any sleep all night.

I didn't see Louise in the morning - she was still asleep when I left for work, and I didn't want to disturb her. I sent Raven her morning tribute for a couple of tea, and then carried on working through the morning. Just before lunch, I received a message from her.

"I hope your balls are still tied up with cord. Go and take a photo and send it to me now!"

I hurried to the staff toilet, and took a quick photo in one of the cubicles, before sending it to her. I didn't have to wait long for a reply.

"I'm sure your dick is getting smaller - or perhaps its ...

... just that I keep seeing bigger ones!"

This was followed by a string of laughing emojis, before she continued.

"Your lunch assignment is simple. Get the plainest sandwich you can, and take it to the toilet. Piss in the bowl, and then without flushing, dip it in before eating. Before you finish eating, clean the toilet bowl with the remains of the sandwich before finishing it. I want you to leave it clean for the next person."

"While you are doing that, I want to go out to lunch, so send me something to cover it before you start eating. I also want pictures and video of you eating."

The canteen always had some plain cheese sandwiches, so I bought one of them, before finding a closed cubicle in the toilets. I set the camera up so that it was recording the toilet, before reliving myself into it. With the camera still recording, I dunked the bread into the yellow water, and tried to ignore the salty taste as I swallowed the piss-soaked mush. As she had told me, I wiped the toilet bowl with the last bit of the sandwich, before swallowing it.

I was forcing myself not to gag and be sick as I tasted the combination of the soggy bread, cheese and my own piss. I thought of R aven in a fancy restaurant, dining at my expense, and no doubt sharing the video with her friends, as they laughed at me. Perhaps I was starting to get to the end of this particular adventure, I really didn't think I could carry on like this much longer.

Back at my desk in the afternoon, my phone ...