It was certainly not what I expected when I married my husband a few years ago. Sure, I was always the more submissive one in bed, with him as much as with partners before him. But, we were madly in love -- and still are! -- and I felt strongly like he respected me, which I know he still does even though he no longer thinks of me as his equal. I don't think of myself as his equal either.
So, what changed? Well, today I am the chaste slave/houseboy of him and his boyfriend. They are the main romantic partnership in out three-person household. They love each other and make love as equals. They also make all the important decisions and bring in the money. I quit my job about a year ago to focus entirely on running the household for them so that they would never have to worry about any domestic chores again.
Do I feel like I'm no longer loved? Not in the slightest. My husband, who I now refer to as Master or Sir Oliver, still loves me just as much as he did when we got married. In fact, he often tells me that he cannot express how deep his love for me is for allowing him to explore his dominant side and his love for others as well. If anything, I love him even more now than before. Master Oliver's boyfriend, Master Felix, loves me too and I love him. However, his true love is of course Master Oliver, not me, but he doesn't make me feel loved any less.
Sir Felix's addition to our household has only increased the love to go around, even if it meant that I had to move to the guest bedroom!
None of this is to say that my transformation from equal, loved, and loving partner to submissive and chaste cuckold and slave/houseboy of my husband and his boyfriend has been easy, or that there were no moments when I wondered whether I could handle those changes. That's why it was a slow transition that took place over the course of years and this account is a much too simplified version of the changes that took me from an equal partner in a regular loving relationship -- though, never quite vanilla as I always liked it a little rough -- to a boy who'll happily eat another man's cum out of his husband's ass before going back to his chores and no longer even thinks about begging them to unlock me -- they'll decide to do so when they think it's right. (Notice that I refer to myself as a boy. I would never think of referring to myself as a man anymore, and neither do my Masters, even though I'm significantly older than Master Felix.)
Before we get to that transformation, I just want to say a few words about my life today. I am part of a polyamorous thruple household. The household consists of my husband, Master Oliver, his boyfriend, Master Felix, and me, boy or slave. Sure, I do have a name but it is not important, as it is never really used. Masters Oliver and Felix make all the decisions and they sleep together in the master bedroom -- who else would sleep in the *master* bedroom, clearly not me! I used to sleep there with Master Oliver but now I sleep in the bare guest bedroom that doubles as the laundry room. Though, as punishment I also sometimes sleep in a cage in the basement.
They have a very active sex life together. Sometimes I'm allowed to watch or assist -- fluff, eat their cum off or out of each other's bodies, etc. Most of the time, however, I am not involved in their sex life. Nevertheless, I do serve as a cock sleeve for both of them. Whenever they just need some quick relief and the other master is not around, they'll fuck my throat or bend me over the kitchen counter for a quick pump 'n dump. Together, they make love; using me is more akin to using a self-cleaning flesh light. Sir Felix, who has more of a sadistic streak than Master Oliver, will also sometimes use me for some of the rougher stuff that he's into and Master Oliver isn't. So, he'll use me when he want to fuck dry, choke me while fucking me, or piss down my throat. He also enjoys whipping, spanking, or otherwise making me suffer to get into the mood for sex before he goes to join Master Oliver in the master bedroom.
It may all sound very rough, degrading, and unfair, but I love it! Of course, the fact that I'm being kept in strict chastity helps me enjoy it. The longer I remain in chastity, the more desperate I am to please them and the more I enjoy the rough stuff, knowing that it bring pleasure to them. They each hold a key but they rarely unlock me except when both of them agree that I deserved it. At first, it was for a few days at a time, then it became weeks, now it is frequently months. Luckily, I have since learned to cum just from getting fucked, especially when Sir Oliver lovingly fucks me, as he still does from occasionally.
