Taking Annie
               

                               Chapter 2



The following document is one that you will want to keep for future 
reference. Read it carefully - memorize it - then follow the 
instructions precisely, if you want to stay healthy.


     A Cuckold's Care and Breeding of the Unfaithful Wife


Your wife is now a superior man's possession. You are but a caretaker 
of her soft flesh, serving first me, then her, obeying our every wish 
and whim. She has chosen this because you are a snail of a man, an 
unfit partner for any female. By her word, you will never have sex with 
her again, never feel her silky skin against you, never deposit your 
pathetic squirt of semen inside her. Now all these things will be done 
by other men, men worthy of her voracious appetite to be used as a 
purely sexual being.

You will prepare her each morning, cleansing her of the semen dried to 
a hard crust over her face and body from the night before. Strip and 
enter the shower first, testing the water yourself, making sure the 
temperature is just as she likes it. Summon her when ready. Clean her 
from head to toe, using any soaps and shampoos she desires. This is 
your daily test, the only short period of time you can ever be naked 
next to her. But now your place is that of a eunuch, present only for 
the job at hand. 

It will be difficult at first, running the soap, then your bare hands 
over her warm, slippery flesh. Your little prick may begin to rise as 
your hands slide so easily over her large, full breasts, then between 
her legs, washing the dead sperm from between the inviting lips of her 
sex. But by now she has no use for it, that "little worm of yours", as 
she calls it. When faced with this minor annoyance, she will train you 
to "adjust", to think of her now as only a necessary morning task. She 
will take your testicles in her small hand and apply the required 
pressure to quench any thoughts of sex. Applied liberally, over enough 
time, the intentional pain she inflicts will assure you no longer 
associate the closeness of her naked belly and breasts with any notion 
of sex at all. Only when you are trained not to respond to her will she 
tease you from time to time by giving your tiny dick a quick squeeze. 
The true test is when you no longer respond at all to the sight of her 
body or her skillful touch, and she will delight in the changes she has 
brought about in you.

You will shave her cunt daily. Do it with great care. Cut her and you 
will pay dearly. She will sit on the edge of the tub and watch as you 
work the shaving cream over her cunt-lips and lower belly, then even 
more closely as you slowly drag the razor over her sensitive skin. You 
may notice her smile as you bare her sex for today's lover. It's one of 
the few times she thinks about you at all. Your humiliation excites her 
- your duty, to prepare the pussy that you once so enjoyed for some 
stranger, to make it smooth and clean, so inviting for him, like 
handing it to him on a silver platter. How many men have used her, slid 
their cocks into the prize you prepare every day, all of them so much 
bigger and better than you? She knows. It's why she's smiling.

You will stand by her, naked, ready to do as she tells you, as she 
prepares herself for the day ahead. She has but to ask for anything - 
her comb, her brush, lipstick, mascara - you will become skilled at 
knowing what she needs and when, and will have it ready before she 
asks. Watch closely as she fixes her hair and applies her makeup, 
knowing that each careful step that goes into making her adorable face 
even more adorable is now done for someone else, without a thought of 
whether it would please you or not.

Dress her as she wishes. She shouldn't have to touch the clothes she's 
had you arrange neatly on the her bed. Still naked, you will dress her 
carefully - panties first, then her bra, when she decides to wear them. 
When she doesn't, it's not your business why. Perhaps I've asked her to 
go naked under her dress this day. Or perhaps it's her own decision, to 
impress one of her other lovers. Either way, you know that the soft, 
yielding skin so alive beneath your fingers is no longer yours to 
enjoy. 

You may look at her one last time each day as you lower the dress over 
her shoulders, or button her blouse and raise the zipper at the back of 
her skirt. One last glimpse as her bare skin disappears from your view, 
gone until another man puts his hands on her, fondles those ripe, 
jutting breasts, the silky curves of her belly and hips, the even 
softer skin of her inner thighs. No doubt she's already thinking about 
him before you're finished fastening the clasp of her necklace or 
sliding the gold bracelet over her delicate hand. 

Look carefully into her blue eyes. There lies the truth. See the 
excitement of being taken by her next lover in her dilated pupils, the 
traces of shameless lust as her eyes widen and she gazes off into the 
distance, oblivious to your presence as you prepare her for the world 
of men. The world of men - strong, potent men, who can make your wife 
wet with a mere wink or gesture; rich, powerful men, who can give her 
anything she desires, then still fuck her the way she likes it, long 
and hard. Look into her eyes once more. It's all there.

One last goodbye. Before you leave for work, you will ask to eat her. 
If she accepts, she will find a suitable chair or sofa, spread her 
legs, and wait for you to begin. Raising her dress or skirt, being 
careful not to wrinkle it, you will lower your face between her legs 
and lick the plump outer lips of her pussy, then proceed just as she 
tells you. As you work your tongue farther inside the wet folds of her 
sex, you know her mind is elsewhere, but you continue until she orders 
you to stop, always before she cums. She's saving that for another man, 
most likely one you'll never know. She's shaking and flushed when she 
has you stop - a walking billboard for sex. Her lover will know she's 
ready the second he sees her. You'll leave for work immediately, the 
smell of pussy juice clinging to your face.

The house is hers during the day as you labor at your menial job. Leave 
promptly at 7:00 each morning. Never return before 6:00 each evening. 
Much of her life no longer concerns you, and she deserves the privacy 
to do as she wishes. I need my time alone with her, and many of the men 
she's chosen to satisfy her take great pleasure in doing so in your 
bed. There's much power in taking a man's wife in his own bed, knowing 
how aware her husband is of her actions, yet helpless to prevent them. 
So many will take her there, hear her cries as she orgasms under them, 
then empty the thick, potent fluids that course through their cocks 
into her waiting womb.

Nights and weekends you will be required to provide many services, too 
varied to enumerate here. A few simple rules will prove adequate to 
keep you from harm. 

     I require your wife to be naked at all times in the house.
     Look all you want, but never touch, unless told by me. Never
     look her in the eyes in my presence.

     You will no longer call her by name. Doing so assumes more
     intimacy than she finds comfortable, or I will allow. You 
     will address her as "Mistress", and me as "Sir". Anything 
     else will be punishable by extreme measures I'm sure you well 
     remember.

     Simply put, do what you're told - always. Your status in
     your home is always the lowest possible, even falling
     below guests or strangers should they enter. Obeying 
     immediately should be foremost in your mind at all times. 
     Punishment can range from mild to severe, depending on your
     clumsiness or failure to respond to the request made of you.

Finally, a subject so many husbands find most difficult to accept. When 
I decide to breed your wife, it is of ultimate importance that you play 
your part in the ritual I have established. Your willing participation 
is above all a sign to your wife that you approve, even encourage her 
to take another's seed, indeed, a superior seed, inside her womb, 
welcoming the virile, wriggling invaders to seize her egg, penetrate 
it, and begin the makings of a smarter, better looking child than you 
could ever hope to produce. Helping to impregnate your wife with 
another man's sperm will become your most important duty. 

But often, at first, it is a most difficult duty. Preparing her can be 
bittersweet; the placing of pillows under her to raise her hips off the 
bed; the positioning her legs, stretching them wide and pulling them 
far back over her head, her vagina now a gaping funnel, soon to drain 
it's thriving contents into her womb. You must watch her face with 
encouragement as the head of her lover's cock enters her, and then wait 
patiently for the thick piston of flesh to slowly coax her to the brink 
of her climax. 

The time seems to crawl as he strokes her, time to let the juices of 
her cunt flow, preparing an easy route for billions of waiting sperm, 
time to allow her cervix to grow impatient for its meal, yawning in 
anticipation like a small, hungry mouth. When the time is near, your 
hands are needed elsewhere, to caress her lover's balls, then to stroke 
the base of his pulsing cock at the instant she comes. It is then you 
feel his semen surging through the massive shaft. It is then you stroke 
and pump him, ensuring the forceful and complete delivery of thick man-
juice as it jets deeply into your screaming wife. 

Afterwards, you return to the task of keeping her legs high in the air 
as the sperm race toward their destination. As insurance, her lover 
arouses her a second time, at first kissing her gently, then playing 
with her breasts and nipples until they harden into small, sensitive 
buttons under his fingertips. You look down to see her clitoris 
obscenely swollen and hard just before he takes it between his fingers. 
Rolling and stroking it in ways you could have never managed, he brings 
her to the edge quickly. No need to wait this time. In seconds she 
gasps, her eyes widen, and she moans, long and loud, her hips thrusting 
in the air. 

Inside her, the narrow neck of her cervix spasms, then jerks downward 
repeatedly, dipping into the remaining pool of cum, sucking it eagerly 
inside her womb where her egg awaits a worthy sperm. You hold her legs 
in the air long after her lover departs, knowing that each second makes 
it more likely she carries his child. You'll be the last to know. Weeks 
later you may overhear her as I carry her, naked, to our bed. "I'm 
pregnant," she tells me, in her small, sexy voice. Then and only then 
will you know that you've done well. You've placed another man's child 
in your precious wife's belly, and she's long forgotten you were even 
there.