I looked up to see the clock was sitting at 12 noon and I was astonished that my masters had let me sleep in for such a long period of time. Twelve more hours I thought to myself. I continued to watch the screen as my gorgeous wife was led around the gardens which were in fact very pretty. She walked with the lady of the house and my head master who were both complete knockouts, as was everyone on the premises. I wondered to myself where the camera must be because the picture was clear and it appeared as though someone were right next to them filming them, but I knew that was not the case. I felt relieved a bit as my wife smiled a number of times during the conversation. I was curious as to what thoughts must be going through her head and how worried she must still be.

My wife was led into the mansion, and still the camera maintained its unusual proximity. I was pleased at how my wife looked. She wore a light tan sundress that was sheer enough to slightly see through. I could make out that she was wearing a bra and a pair of g-string panties, as usual. I was surprisingly becoming aroused, even after the horrible things that had taken place. I again thought about this evening and how things would soon be back to normal, I would never tell her all the miserable encounters I suffered through. They continued to walk down a long corridor and suddenly I was yanked from the screen. I again was ordered to kneel, a collar was attached to my neck and they laughed humorous size of my now semi-erect penis as they initiated the walking process.

My walk was short as they led me to a viewing room in which I again could see the two talking and getting comfortable with one another. I now could here their voices and my masters allowed me to sit down in a chair and watch. The head master was explaining to my wife how much I was enjoying the discipline I was learning, "It is truly amazing how much he enjoys being humiliated and degraded, he is a true sex slave and I truly believe this is his calling. I was flabbergasted at what was being told to my wife, but I felt comfortable as she listened skeptically. "If you choose and can stomach the embarrassment, we can watch some of the obedience your husband has been subjected to?" My wife nodded yes seeming a bit unnerved. A million thoughts were running through my head as one of my masters spoke, for your sake your wife gets to see you on film before she sees the real thing, would you rather her be completely shocked this evening. I knew that this evening would be a difficult trial for both my wife and I, seeing me perform as a sexual slave, but I knew we could get through this evening and past this humiliating experience.

I still felt terror as there still had been no mention of men when she spoke of the experiences I had encountered. If you desire to see your husband performing as a sexual slave, I will be happy to accommodate you, I just want you to expect to see your husband in a different light. My wife again nodded yes and I was feeling terrified at the thoughts that would soon be racing through my wife's head. Would she run away, would she cry, would she be disgusted and never want me back again. I felt horrified, I knew that this moment would have to someday be addressed, but I was hoping I could get past it myself before I brought my wife into this nightmare. I kept wishing that time would race and everything would be normal again. The head master again began speaking to my wife, if you desire to watch your husband, I need to ask that you remove all of your clothing and place on our clothing before entering the viewing room. In addition, for medical reasons, we must hook a few wires to your chest. What you will be viewing may be quite a shock to you and our rules are for your own protection.

My wife replied, "This is absurd, but I will be happy to comply. The headmaster motioned my wife to a dressing room and threw a clear white gown over the top of the door. The camera was immediately in the dressing room and we watched as my wife quickly removed her sundress. My wife called out, everything including my bra and underwear, yes everything called out the headmaster. My wife removed her bra and panties and again my cock was standing at full attention. My wife was gorgeous and had a magnificent body. Perky wonderful tits and a tight waist and ass. She quickly began dressing in what appeared to be a tight hospital gown. The gown was see-through and my wife had to stretch the garment while she climbed into it. She exited the dressing room looking dynamite. You could see the brunette curls of her mound through the skin-tight gown. If you believe you can handle this we can skip the wires. My wife nodded in near appreciation and they sat down. The light was dimmed slightly, but we could still get a clear view of both my wife and the headmaster and a few other girls joined them to my wife's astonishment. The two other girls were too dressed in the garments and sat just one seat from my wife as this mini theatre sat only six.

The tape began rolling, and at the top the tape read day one. Immediately, there I was at the first adult shop where my wife had just dropped me off. The film rolled slow as it showed me bending over to accommodate my masters that first day. I bent over and spread my legs and I remembered that thought as my wife viewed me becoming erect. I was calm, because I remember how excited my wife felt that day seeing me dressed up as a girl, so how could she be surprised that I was still hard in that shop.

My wife watched, but did not appear overly surprised. The tape kept rolling and next was the large black man standing in front of me and dick slapping each of my cheeks.

My wife gazed in amazement as the large cock swung from side to side smacking my cheeks. Viewing the footage now was nearly as horrifying as the actual experience and even more so with my wife watching as well. The next footage was shocking to both my wife and I. There I was crawling around under the table and the sound suddenly became clearer. I was begging to serve and please each of the ladies at the breakfast table. The camera angels were magnificent and must have been placed very strategically in anticipation for this event as well as all the events because I was aware of only one time being filmed and it was the previous night in which I watched my asshole being ripped apart by cock after cock after cock. My wife watched still in a trance at what was taking place with her husband.

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