Hello all of my fellow naughty girls and boys.

I'm so sorry that I haven't swritten any blogs in a long time - about our past or what we've been up to. Things were busy and odd during Covid and we're only now fully settling back into our old normal.

Allow me to give you a small taste ...

When we moved into our house ten years ago it came with a very large storage building in the back of the property, a football field away from any nosy neighbors. Big enough to fit two cars, but still a glorified shed - dirt floor and unfinished studs. Hubby immediately fell in love with it. It reminded him of the garage he grew up with and was abused in for all of those years. He desperately wanted to turn it into a sex dungeon so we could recreate all of his adolescent humil;iating experiences - but this time with me there domming him, like it was always meant to be. Hubby likes to tell me that all of his experiences before us were just him gaining practice for me some day.

We didn't do much to fix the shed up. Some ropes from the rafters so he could be strung up, some at very places on the walls so i could tie him into a spreadeagle position whether he was hanging frpm the ceiling or staked down on the ground. We decorated the walls with all kinds of torture devices fom candles to whips to dildos. It was hot in there - dusty, dirty, dank. In summer it was like a sweat box, which hubby loved because he loves to lick my sweat. This is where I tortured him, sometimes left him impaled on a massive vibrating dildo for hours while I went about my day. Where he got his pleasure. Though I'd regularly get off while dominating him in the shed, I preferred to get most of my pleasure in our bedroom - whether that pleasure was from husband worshipping my feet every night, giving me a full-body massage with happy ending weekly or fucking my various lovers in our marriage bed.

Covid changed a lot of things. Now the kids were at home instead of school - all the time - making it impossible to bring my lovers into the house. I couldn't always go to a cheap hotel, which I do love to do, and I don't like getting fucked at my lovers' places so much - both for safety reasons but also because I find it extra arousing to fuck in a bed my husband sleeps in ... to make him lick the wet spot on the sheets while i hurt his balls. We needed a new place for me to be with my lovers ... and the shed was just the place, It just needed some improvements.

So I ordered hubby to make it as sexy and erotic and romantic as a sheik's harem. Hubby built a large elevated bed frame for me - two queen matresses together. Over it we hung urtains and exotic fabrics. He drywalled in the studs and we painted everything. We ran electrical and installed all kinds of mood lighting. He installed a window unit HVAC. And he poured concrete and put down rugs. But we kept one corner rustic for hubby, where he could still wallow in the mud from everyone's pee and endure his abuses.

Once it was ready, I had a constant stream of lovers take me in the shed. I think because it was Covid times, they did not have as many options to fuck other people like they normally would have been doing, since they were all young studs. Normally I'd fuck any of them at max once per week - sometimes once per month. But now each of them wanted me multiple times per week. For about two years I think I was getting fucked at least 5 days per week by a rotating cast of 4+ different guys. And sometimes their friends. And hubby had a front row seat to it all like he never had before. I'd never been fucked this often over such a long period and we had certainly never experienced me cuckolding him at this level. And that's howthings went off the track.

With this much volume of lovers I had no energy for hubby. He wasn't my primary anymore. Although if it worked out, I enjoyed feeding him my fucked pussy in the moment. But if he wasn't there, I started losing interest in his mouth because my lovers make me cum quite well themselves - between their skilled fingers and mouths, their massive cocks hitting all the right places and my toys, hubby became passe. The less I needed him, the less I dommed him, even edged him. I particularly didn't care for making him cum every once in a while in some humiliating way. I was ignoring him and he grew quite ornery for it. Yet I didn't want to do anything. That's when I hit on an idea ... well three ideas actually ... that set us down a very new path.

First, since I wasn't using his cock anymore, I locked him up in a cage. He always wanted this, so at first he was very excited. It didn't take long for the thrill to become painful reality though. Second, I outsourced his domination that I didn't feel like doing anymore to one of my bi friends - one of the few who knew our secret and as a result was always trying to fuck both of us, but I never let him because that was playing too close to home I thought. I no longer cared. I told hubby to obey my friend - lets call him Dom - like he would obey me, and told Dom there were no rules except hubby wasn't ever allowed to cum without my permission. Third, I realized I needed to release some of the pressure on me from my lovers' expectations, because I couldn't handle getting fucked five days per week in my early 50s. So I told each lover that they could have me one day per week and anything else they wanted they were free to use my husband for.

Things were great for me, but for hubby they were a different story. Dom kept hubby abused at levels I couldn't even imagine and I think could only come from the mind of a black bi sadistic dominant. He brutally interrogated hubby to reveal all his must fucked up BDSM fantasies and then he did them. He would even dress hubby up like a woman and make him pretend to be a woman. He had wigs and lingerie. He was shaved hairless and ordered to stay that way. I taught him to do his makeup real slutty and per Dom's request so that it would run down his face from the tears, piss, cum and sweat. Hubby was humiliated in a way I never imagined seeing. And my lovers who were using him appreciated the effort of him pretending to be a girl, since they weren't exactly bi. My hubby had always liked getting it in his ass - whether from my strap ons or the men who had used him over the years. But he had never had cocks like the monsters my well curated lovers had. They stretch my pussy to its limits. His ass was in trouble.

Truth is, I saw a lot of hubby being absolutely wrecked like the sluttiest girl I could ever imagine. No - a real sex slave must endure. He struggled ... for me ... the shame was almost more than he could bear. It was more than I could bear. I stopped seeing him as a real man ... a man I ever wanted to fuck again at least. I avoided watching him get used. With my respect for him gone, I also started losing my committment to him. I met a man - we'll call him Chris - who I fell in lust with ... and then fell in love with. I started spending all my time with him ... rarely spending time with my hubby ... and not participating at all in any form of a shared sex life with him. We went on vacations together. I stayed at his house all the time. We tried to hide it from the kids, but they started noticing something was up. As I focused on Chris my other lovers got less attention and eventually drifted away, not even using hubby anymore. Dom kept using him though. I would hear stories about how Dom would employ him as a free-for-all toy and toilet for everyone at his after-bar sex parties. I would be so disgusted hearing stories about what my husband was doing, that I felt justified in moving in with Chris after only 6 months.  

My god was I in love with Chris. He was everything hubby isn't - at least anymore. There was just one problem - like most men who are real studs, they know their value and a lot of women are trying to get a piece. I soon found myself being cheated on. And with an insane confidence that I both loved and hated, he didn't even try to hide it.  Instead he treated me like he owned me - which again I both loved and hated. I found myself sucking other women's dried cum off his god cock because he told me to - like I used to order hubby to do to my lovers cocks. I found myself in threesomes having to eat pussy, even though I don't like eating pussy. I found myself regularly jealously watching him cum in another woman, even helping him bu sucking his balls and eating his ass while he filled other women with the cum I wanted inside of me - not too far off how I probably made hubby feel. And like how I know I made hubby feel,  found myself settling more and more for eating Chris' cum out of his other lovers - something is better than nothing. Chris started getting rougher and kinkier with me as time went. He frequently choked me as he pounded me and he took my ass more and more often, which was not physically pleasurable because his cock was too large for my ass. But I wanted to be his best lover so badly. I was liking less and less of our sex life, but emotionally i committed deeper. After all, I'd probably thrown away my marriage for this, so I had to be all in. The more I showed him how all in I was for him, the more he treated me like a cheap whore. I guess that was karma. One day after he and an old college fraternity brother had their way with me together and separtely, I had enough. The final straw was when after an hour of being tag teamed and spit-roasted and theyd both cum ... they peed all over me while laughing at me. And if that wasn't enough humiliation, they pushed my head down to the floor to lick up their spilled pee and my spit from my throat being used. And while I licked they ordered me to get myself off while they spanked me, laughed at me and called me filthy names.

I realized in that moment that he had never been in love with me and I was just a fun fuck for him. I started crying. Crying for the shame I felt for getting it wrong, loving without being loved, the humiliating whorish position I was in right now. I cried and licked and furiously rubbed my clit. I came so hard, lying there in a pool of two men's piss balling my eyes out. This broke something in Chris - this wasa bridge too far for even him. I guess he saw me as ruined goods now that he had broken me. He threw me my phone and told me to call my husband to come get me, because we were over.

Sobbing I called hubby. I couldn't fully explain but I didn't need to. Hubby knew I needed help. And even after how I'd treated him, hubby rushed to Chris' house and gathered me up gently. I was too ashamed and filthy to go in my house, so hubby too me to the shed and lovingly laid me on my queening bed. He stroked me, kissed me, apologized for not being there to protect me, even though it was my fault he wasn't there. He told me over nd over how much he loved me. And he just held me close while I quetly cried and whimpered. I remembered again that THIS was real intimacy. This was the reason I had started domming and cuckolding hubby in the first place - because of his unconditional love and acceptance of me.

With that realization, all of the love for him came rushing back. And with that love came back all of the sexual desire. I whispered "will you please clean me and make love to me?"  He excitedly replied that he was quite desperate to clean me, but couldn't fuck me because he was still caged. So i told him where the key was hidden for him to fetch and i unlocked him.

Since then everything has changed. We went back to pseudo-vanilla sex. Those two years packed in a lifetime of kink that we're both still processing and that might very well have purged our BDSM demons. But you never know. I am here again after all