Making and breaking of a cuckold – 21 The rest room

I returned and poured champagne for them all and they had a few more whilst they chatted away. I knelt discreetly awaiting instructions, then was ordered to massage Empress Christine’s feet as a “show of gratitude” for her paying attention to me.

Empress told me I was definitely in the 10% of “male peasant trash” who only existed to serve and suffer for their superiors. She told me if Sir Max and Mistress Gemma ever tired of having scum like me under their feet she would take over my floggings with pleasure. She was relentless and I had grown to fear her.

Mr Jones spoke, “Where’s the rest room Sheridan? The champagne has gone straight to my bladder”.

“Inside to the right, but you could just pee behind the pool shed if you want. The boys mainly go there”.

Christy spoke, “You know Mark, it’s about time you showed cucky you’re an alpha-male and that he’s inferior to you. Why don’t you drag him with you and use his mouth as your urinal? That would put him in his place”.

That was a horrifying thought and right out of left base. I was pretty sure he would say no cause he hadn’t wanted to be involved so far. I had noticed a change in his behaviour though, emboldened by the alcohol.