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So, here I am, sitting ay my wife’s law firm event party of the year. It is always held in a ballroom at a five-star hotel every year. My wife, Victoria, was a lawyer in a law firm. Not necessarily true, she was one of the partners in one of the biggest law firms in our city, if not state. Her firm handles all sorts of clients from corporations to hospitals to multi-millionaires. Yeah, the big time.

“Follow me upstairs.” She said with a smile on her face. I followed her upstairs and into our bedroom. She began pulling out items from the bag. “I need to emasculate you.” At first I wasn’t sure what she meant. Then I began to understand as she pulled out a package of razors, shaving cream, moisturizing lotion and some scissors. “Strip down naked.” She ordered.

In Volume one Jason was delving into his fantasies about being a cuckold husband. He had been reading about the duties of being a cuckold on the internet. Jason is married to a beautiful woman named Victoria, who was a partner in a successful law firm. Jason had been laid off from his teaching job at a college and Victoria was the sole bread winner. Jason's fantasies were soon becoming a reality. He saw his wife dance with a man on the dance floor at their favorite restaurant and he saw him put his hand on her ass and rub it.

Well, I’m not a saint. I do watch porn on the internet and I do check out women whenever I go somewhere. I appreciate the beauty of a woman. Even though there was nothing in particular wrong with my marriage, male hormones often dictate to us men what path we should go. That night, the night I met Julie, I had a few drinks, she was drop-dead gorgeous, she flirted with me, and the opportunity arose. I let my male hormones get the best of me...or worse…depending on how you look at.

Yeah, I'm laying here tied to a bed blindfolded. I bet you are wondering how I got to this point in my life. Well, that's not my wife over there dressed in a black leather dress. That's my wife's best friend. I bet you're thinking I'm having an affair with her. If only it were that easy. Actually I wish it were that easy. Then I could just slowly slip away. But, Kendra, that's my wife's best friend's name, pretty much owns me now.

Thursday night came and I showed up once again at Kendra’s door. She answered. This time she was wearing a full vinyl dress that zipped up in the front with matching thigh high vinyl boots. “Come in.” She said cold and sternly. “Strip naked and put these on.” She handed me a pair of vinyl shorts. “Take off your shoes and socks too.” I stripped down naked as she watched me. I then put on the shorts. They were really tight so there was a slight pain and discomfort. “I’m finished.” “Excellent. Let’s go.” I followed her down to the basement dungeon. “Wait here and I will be back.”