Wednesday, August 27, 2008

I want to buy other femdom blogs and sites

I am no longer content to be so casual about what I do on here. I want to make my advocation my occupation. I want to find an existing commercial site with a proven track record of income generation and buy it. All serious offers will be considered.

Please do not reach out to me to inquire casually about my interest in moving forward. I want only tangible offers with a price attached. Also, I have no interest in revenue sharing, etc. I want a price to buy your site or blog in a single, upfront transation. Be prepared to provide documentation regarding web hits, memberships (if applicable) and income.

Monday, August 18, 2008

I have not forgotten about my little blog...

While I have been absent, I have not been idle. I have been, to my delight, able to maintain a certain intensity in the routine of my life. While cuckolding is not a day in and day out part of my life with my husband, loving female authority certainly is. My husband and I are experimenting with sensory deprivation and hypnosis to attempt to reach new levels of intimacy in this dynamic. With such a willing subject, I believe I am so far effective, but really, how do I know for certain. He is so compliant without any of the ritual and drama of these new experiments.

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Many More Posts to Come

I want to clear up some confusion. The last post was not my final installment at all; it was the final installment of the story I was posting.

You will not be rid of me that easily.

Friday, March 28, 2008

Final Installment

I allowed to have a headstart on my final installment as a special favor to a friend... but I'm finishing the story here. Hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have.


That night I slept with my wife. I spooned up behind her, and she kissed me lovingly before we both drifted off to sleep. I had to go out of town the next day, and it was several days before I returned. My calls to her went unanswered, but she emailed me to let me know that all was well and that preparations were underway to make some changes to our living arrangements, and that I would see them all when I returned.

What I saw when I returned was nothing I should not have expected. Our bed had been removed, and replaced with a new one. The new one appeared to be just a normal king-sized bed, but in actuality, it was a mattress that sat on top of a steel cage. The door of the cage was to be locked with a small, plastic numbered tie… as was my chastity device. I could break and remove the tie in the event of an emergency, but of course Kay would know it.

The guest room had also been changed. A lock had been placed on the closet door, and a mirror of one-way glass had been placed on the door’s front. A hole had been cut out of the top back of the door so that if I was hidden in the closet I would have a perfect view of anything that happened on the bed. I also noticed that about half of my clothes had been moved into this closet. Presumably, I would be spending a good deal of time in the guest room.

An unfinished room in the basement had been converted into a home dungeon. Kay explained that Suzanne and Ryan had ordered everything from an online supplier (using my credit card of course), and that there were still some items which had not yet arrived. Kay seemed very proud of this room, and showed me a selection of strap-on dildos that had been ordered. She then handed me not one, but two disposable enema kits, and order me upstairs to give myself a very thorough cleaning.

“I’m really looking forward to this,” said Kay. “I think this will really make us closer.” I ran upstairs and skimmed through the instructions. I used both enemas and satisfied myself that they had done a very thorough job of prepping me for my wife. I left my clothes upstairs, and came back downstairs naked to find that Kay had readied herself as well. She stood in a head to toe leather outfit, sexy beyond belief. She had a strap-on pointing directly towards me which served as a magnificent and undeniable symbol of her new power. “Come here and kneel in front of me,” she commanded.

“I have to admit,” she said. “It did surprise me that you were so willing to suck Ryan’s cock. You are such a homophobe, never even wanted to watch ‘Will and Grace’ because you thought it was such a blight on the culture. Then I find out you are sucking his cock like that… it really surprised me.” The truth was that it had surprised me as well. “Why don’t you show me how you suck his cock?”

I licked the length of the dildo before settling down on the head of the cock. I put my hands on her ass, and she allowed them to remain there. Then she began testing my skills by thrusting hard to push the dildo against the back of my throat. I proved myself by taking her strokes and avoiding the gag reflex that had been conditioned out of me by so much practice.

“That’s enough, dear. Stand up.” She walked me over to a leather table that had been purchased for the room. I was laid on my back and she climbed on top of the table, pushing herself between my legs. “How do you like wearing this thing?” she asked referring to my chastity device.

“It keeps my focused,” I replied.

“Apparently it does,” she responded. She pushed my legs up to my chest, and I grabbed them to hold myself exposed for her. She handed me a bottle of lubrication and told me that this would be my job as she didn’t want to get her hands dirty. I first lubed myself, and then put a generous amount on the dildo. I closed the bottle and dropped it to the floor.

I felt the cold tip of the dildo press against my tight asshole. I closed my eyes as I knew that the initial penetration would hurt as it always did. She slowly buried the shaft inside my body, and then leaned in to lay her weight on top of me. My eyes still closed, I felt her lips touch mine, and I felt the familiar warmth of her breath. Her hair fell against my face. “I love you so much,” she whispered.

I lay perfectly still. My own breathing was fractured by the rhythm that she was still looking to find. My wife was making love to me. There was no anger in her strokes, only passion. I wrapped my legs around her. Her mouth pushed down hard against my own and I know she felt me as I shook because her hand found its way up to stroke my hair, and she closed my eyes again with gentle kisses. My own hands had been clutching the side of the table, but they moved first to her shoulders and then to play wistfully with her hair.

She pulled herself up to straddle my chest. She undid the strap-on quickly and revealed her waiting pussy to my mouth. She nearly smothered me as I struggled to both breathe and satisfy her at the same time. Then, as quickly as it had begun, she dismounted me and climbed off the table. “What’s wrong, where are you going?” I asked.

“I have to go,” she said. “Ryan needs me to come over. Make sure my dry cleaning gets picked up.”


I didn’t see Kay until the next morning. She came back in at 10:00 a.m. with her hair and clothes a mess. I was sitting at the kitchen table doing a conference call with my staff. She took a pen from my hands and wrote “Get off the phone” on the notebook from which I was working. I excused myself, and ended the call promptly.

“Honey, that was my staff call.”

“Kneel,” she said, ignoring my comment. I quickly obeyed. “Don’t fucking talk back to me, understand?”

“Yes, sorry.”

She leaned lifted her skirt and leaned in over the kitchen table. “Ryan has a message for you. Pull down my panties.” I lifted her skirt and helped her step out of her panties. They were soaked.

“What did he say,” I asked.

“Well, it wasn’t so much a verbal message….” She spread her legs only slightly and I saw that semen was dripping out of her asshole. I took my cue and stuck my tongue into her ass. “We’re going out to dinner with Clay and Mindy tonight,” Kay said very matter of factly. She was referring to our neighbors down the street with whom we had been friends for years. I stopped what I was doing only long enough to acknowledge her. When she was resolved that I had cleaned her to her satisfaction, she stepped away from me and back into my panties. “Dinner should be fun.”


Dinner was fun, and it represented a refreshing return to normalcy. Kay acted as if nothing had changed in our marriage, and we remained the very conservative couple that we both thought we were only a brief time before. However, when we got home, things reverted back to the new state of affairs. Ryan and Suzanne had come into the house while we were away, and had made themselves at home in front of our television. They were finishing off an expensive bottle of wine that I had been saving for a special occasion. Kay turned and kissed me. “Honey, I had a great time tonight,” she began. “I love you, but I need you to remember that you are my cuckold now. Go upstairs and get yourself ready, then put yourself in the cage under my bed.”

“Run, cuck,” said Ryan from the other room. “Do what she says.”

I ran upstairs, lit candles in the room, and pulled back the sheets on the bed before putting myself into the cage. My cock was in a great deal of discomfort as it struggled to grow inside the CB 3000 that kept in locked up. I lay quietly inside the cage waiting for them to come upstairs, but it took so long that I fell asleep before they ever did. I had no idea how late it was when I was awakened by the moans of my wife and the bed above me rocking violently.

“I’m not sure which she likes better, Suzanne,” I heard Ryan’s voice say, “your pussy or my cock.”

“I’m sure she loves them both,” answered Suzanne. “Don’t you, slut?”

“Yes…. ohhhh, yes…. I love them both.”

The events above me went on for another thirty minutes. They finally dissolved into whispered pillow talk, all of which was lost to even my best efforts to make out what they were saying. One thing was for certain, I was being ignored. I was the cuckold now. When it pleased them to involve me, I was involved. When they were indifferent, I was lost to them.

I was let out of the cage in the morning to make them coffee. Ryan and Suzanne took theirs in to go cups, and rushed out of the house only barely acknowledging me. I walked upstairs and handed a cup to Kay who was still in bed, awake and sitting up waiting for me. “Did you enjoy last night?” she asked.

“Yes, thank you.”

“Good. Tonight should be even better. Jack is coming over. I plan on having him fuck me in the guest room so that you can watch from the closet.”

“Honey,” desperation overcame me, “please don’t do that. This is going too far, please don’t do this with Jack.”

Kay put up her hand to interrupt me. “Honey, who wanted this?”

“Well, I answered, I’m not really sure, but even if it was me, I think it is spinning out of control. I never imagined it would go this far.”

“Ryan had told me that there would be a period of adjustment for you, so I understand your reluctance. Actually, I expect it.” She patted the bed. “Kneel.” She took a tiny pair of scissors out of the drawer next to the bed and cut the plastic lock on my chastity device. She took the device off of me, setting it on the table beside the bed. She motioned for me to join her up on top of the covers, and I laid down parallel next to her, both of our naked bodies touching each other. She put her arms around my neck and kissed the side of my mouth. My cock began to get hard and press against her leg. She took it in her hand and held it firmly.

My mouth found her breasts, and she stroked the back of my hair. I sucked on her nipples. I moved to kiss the soft flesh of her stomach. I felt her push me to go down on her, and I was happy to take her cue. Ryan had marked his territory, and I could still barely taste the presence of his seed still lingering in her body. Just the same, her own musk overpowered his scent, and I worshipped her lovingly.

“Would you like to make love to your wife?” she asked.

“Oh, yes. I would like that very much.” I started to pull myself into position, kneeling between her legs and guiding my cock towards her pussy.

“Then hand me the phone, quickly. We’ll have to ask Ryan for permission.”

“Huh, oh… ok,” I handed her the phone. “Wait, stop! This is crazy!”

“Shhhhh,” she said as she started dialing the number.

“Sir, my husband wants to know if it is ok to make love to his wife. I think under the circumstances it might make sense, but you had told me to call you first.”

“Give me the phone,” I shouted.

She pulled the phone away as I tried to grab it. “These are the ‘circumstances’ I was referring to,” she said with an angry glare in my direction. “Yes, Sir, I understand. Would you like to tell him or me?” She handed the phone to me.

“Listen here, Ryan… this is getting out of control,” I started. I went into an angry monologue while he just listened patiently.

“Are you through?” he asked.

“Yes, I suppose so.”

“Good. I will not argue with you about this right now. I will come over there later this afternoon and we will spend some time together on this topic, but I will absolutely not have this discussion on the telephone with you. Understood?”

“Yes,” I answered. His hypnotic power over me was coming back. It was his cool demeanor, the warmth in his voice.

“Yes, what?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” I answered. I looked down between my legs. My cock, which had lost its stiffness during my tirade, was swelling again. Kay noticed it too. She put her hand on it, and she pulled herself up to put her mouth on my neck and nibble on my ear. She did this as much so she could hear what Ryan was telling me as anything else.

“It’s ok that you have moments of doubt; that is expected. I will not, however, reward you for this behavior. You will not be fucking your wife today. Look at her pussy… do you see that? That pussy belongs to me, understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“For right now, I want you to bury your face in your wife’s ass and beg her for forgiveness. Give the phone back to her.” I handed the phone to Kay. She smiled as she spoke to Ryan and laid herself out on the bed on her stomach. I pushed the cheeks of her ass apart and placed my lips and tongue on her asshole. Kay remained listening on the phone, but then turned her head towards me with a wicked grin.

“Ryan says not to forget your place… cuckold. He wants to hear you begging for forgiveness.”

“Please, Kay, forgive me. I lost my head for a moment, but I know what I am. I am your cuckold, your servant, your submissive husband.”

“And… I will absolutely fuck Jack tonight as you watch everything from the closet. And I will do it because not only do I want to feel his cock pushing inside my body,” she laughed as if sharing an inside joke with Ryan, “but because it is for your own good. It will bring you closer to me.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I muttered.

“Here,” she handed the phone back to me, “Ryan wants to talk to you.”

I lifted my face from my wife’s ass and took the phone. Ryan’s voice was commanding and curt. “I’ll be at your house today at 4:00. Make sure you’ve given yourself no less than three enemas.” The phone hung up.

Before I was allowed to leave the room with Kay, she insisted on helping me back into my chastity device. “If everything goes well, tonight,” she said, “I’ll let you fuck me tonight after Jack leaves. Ok, sweetie?”

“Yes, dear,” I said.

“Good boy. I know you love me, and you know I love you. Nothing that happens tonight will affect that. Now go. I know you’ve got work to do.”

I did have work to do, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on my job with all the distractions in my life. I banged out email all day and went from conference call to conference call. I booked a week’s worth of meetings out of town for the next week, and I shuttered as I thought about what Kay would be doing while I was away. It was 3:00 before I remembered that Ryan had wanted me to triple clean myself with enemas before he was to arrive at four. I went into the bathroom and did exactly what he had asked. I wondered, however, what was coming. He had never been so careful about this before.

When 4:00 came, there was no Ryan. I marked time in fifteen minute increments, and by 4:45, there was still no Ryan. I went back to my email and for a short while, even allowed myself to forget about the evening’s agenda. I was distracted, but then I heard Kay’s car pulling out of the garage. I dialed her cell, but she chose not to answer.

It was 9:30 that night before I heard from anyone. “Get into the guest room closet,” said Kay without any introductory small talk. “Wear nothing but your chastity device.” She hung up before I could respond.

I hurried out of my clothes and got myself into the closet upstairs. I stood silent, listening to myself breathe in the darkness for at least thirty minutes before I heard the first trace of Kay and her guest downstairs. Finally, I heard steps on the stairs, and lights clicked on in the room. This gave me perfect visibility to Kay and Jack from my position behind the one-way glass.

“So Jack,” said Kay as she climbed onto the bed, “How does it make you feel that you’re going to fuck the wife of the man that fired you?”

Jack laughed. “I love it. Your husband was such a prick to me.” Jack was taller than me, younger, and better looking. I had been forced to fire him because he was missing his sales numbers quarter after quarter. It didn’t hurt that I didn’t like the guy. I always had a feeling that he was talking about me behind my back.

“I want you to talk dirty to me while you fuck me, ok?” said Kay. “I want you to talk to me like I’m your little fucking whore and tell me how you love fucking me.”

Jack laughed again as he rushed to get out of his clothes. “Sure, bitch,” he said with a Grin. “Why don’t you start by getting out of those clothes and sucking my cock?” I watched Kay make a little show out of stripping for him. She dropped to her knees, and I watched her deep throat this man that I detested. Kay made certain that the angle at which she positioned herself gave me the perfect view of her devotion to his flesh.

He pulled her up by tugging on her hair, and pushed her back onto the bed. She pushed her legs apart and begged for him to fuck her. His cock pushed inside her without any of the drama that Ryan had provided for me, and he made quick work of bringing her to her first orgasm. “Lift me, hold me,” she screamed.

Jack lifted her up and bounced her upon his hard cock, kissing her passionately as she whimpered with pleasure. At one point, he walked her over to the wall immediately next to my one-way glass. She looked at me over his shoulder and winked. Soon thereafter, he had her on the floor fucking her from behind. Now the verbal assault began as he became less and less inhibited. “Fucking bitch… that’s right… fuck my cock… your fucking husband has a whore for a wife… a whore that loves my cock.”

Kay responded with an intensity of her own. “Yes, yes… fuck me…. yes.”

“I’m going to pull out and cum on your face, bitch.”

“No, please... cum in my pussy. I want to feel you explode inside me, please.”

“Whatever you say, bitch.” Jack’s face tightened and clenched his fists as he let himself climax inside my wife. The two collapsed together on the floor.

“Thank you so much,” said Kay. “You are an incredible lover. Please tell me we can do this again.”

“Absolutely,” said Jack. “I’ll make you my regular bitch, no problem.”

“Mmmmm, thank you,” said Kay. She was sliding her tongue down his stomach. She put his softening cock in her mouth and wiped it clean.

“Wow, you really are a slut,” said Jack.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” smiled Kay. “You’d better go now. Jack will be home in an hour.”

Jack stood, dressed himself and stepped out of the room. He gave Kay a polite hug before he left; I suppose to let her know that he considered the dirty talk all role play. In fact, I’m sure it came easy to him.


It was about fifteen minutes later that Kay came back into the room and opened the closet door. Ryan, to my surprise, was standing with her. Kay wore a robe, and Ryan wore only loose-fitting soccer shorts. Ryan motioned for me to follow him, and we all walked together into the master bedroom. Ryan told Kay to have a seat in a chair, and he had me kneel in front of them both. He stepped out of his soccer shorts, and even his non-erect cock was impressive.

“Let me explain something to you, Jay. This is not a game, this is not a temporary situation, and it is not optional. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied meekly.

“How did you like watching your wife fuck Jack?”

I hesitated before answering. “If it pleased her, it pleased me.”

“Good answer. She’s going to be fucking anybody I tell her to fuck, Jay, so get used to it. You are a cuckold… let me hear you say it.”

“I am cuckold,” I said. Kay laughed.

“Why don’t you elaborate, Jay? Ad lib a little bit for us.”

“I am a cuckold. My wife fucks other men while I watch. I submit to her and her lovers.”

“Better, much better. Tell me, cuck, what’s the most humiliating thing that a cuckold can do?”

“Watch his wife fuck another man,” I answered.

“Not even close. Try again.”

“Suck another man’s cum from my wife’s pussy?”

“Closer. Let me give you a clue.” He opened his hand and revealed a small bottle of lube. “You’ve sucked my cock before, cuckie, but I’ve never fucked you. I’d much rather fuck your wife, but I think you need to be reminded of your place. So why don’t you start eating the cum out of your wife’s pussy, while I get behind you and fuck you.”

I moved between Kay’s legs and experienced again the now familiar taste of another man’s conquest. “This is getting me hard just watching your slut wife open her legs,” said Ryan from behind me. I felt him rubbing the head of his cock against my ass crack and his hands pulling my cheeks apart. His fingers spread the cold lube against my asshole, and I felt the head of his cock opening me up to him. “Ah… yes, this is nice. What a tight little ass you have, cuck. Your wife is going to have to spend more time fucking you with that strap-on of hers.”

Kay put her hand on my head; Ryan put his on my waist. There was an electric moment where the reality of who I had become overwhelmed me. Then and there I stopped fighting it. I embraced my submission. I felt whole for the first time since this had started. This wasn’t subspace, this was much more. I was a cuckold… a submissive bitch to my wife and her lover, and this was a majestic thing to be.

Ryan’s deep strokes stopped… he clenched my waist. I felt his cock pulse, and I was warm inside with his gift to me. I thanked him… for everything. I curled up at his feet, and I thanked him.

Fighting him and fighting myself was behind me. This was my new beginning, and I would never look back.

Monday, February 25, 2008

10th Installment

I was brought out of the room, and put into a chastity device before being locked unceremoniously into a steel cage where I spent the rest of the night. Outside, I could hear the three of them fucking, screaming, and ultimately laughing and talking quietly. Kay was not part of their inter-circle,not one of them so to speak, but she was much more privileged in this group than I was. I contemplated my new existence as I drifted off to sleep.

I was awoken fairly early. Ryan had gotten up to pee, and came in to get me up so that I could go out and buy the groceries I would need to prepare them all breakfast. He let me out of the cage, but kept the chastity device on me. “Hurry back, and make sure the bacon isn’t too crisp,” said Ryan.

When I returned from the grocery store, I could hear them up and talking quietly from the bedroom. Soon, the talk evolved into sex, and I could hear soft moans coming from both of the women. Breakfast was nearly ready when I heard my wife call to me. “Jay, come in here. I’ve got something for you.” I scurried into the bedroom and saw Kay positioned in the middle of Ryan and Suzanne. They were all naked and looked unbelievably beautiful together like that.

“Right here, Jay, right between Kay’s legs,” ordered Suzanne. I nestled into position with my head at Kay’s pussy. She held her legs tightly together. “Open your legs up, dear,” she said to Kay. Kay spread her legs and I could see now why I was called into the room. Ryan’s semen was spilling out of my wife.

Without a word being spoken, I put my mouth to her pussy. I felt her hand touch the back of my head and pull me in closer. “Good boy,” she said. “You surprise me, honey. I didn’t know you had this in you.” She purred as Suzanne leaned in to kiss her.

“That’s enough,” said Ryan. “You’ve had your breakfast, now go get ours ready.”

I scurried out of the bedroom and back to the kitchen. There was work to be done.

*** Chapter 5 ***

I was sent home late that morning and was told that Kay would be dropped off at the house by 5:00. I was to have the entire house cleaned from top to bottom and the laundry washed, ironed and put away. My wife, I was informed, had some training of her own to undergo, and that when she returned home, it would be my turn to get an “expectation setting” conversation.

I worked like mad to get the house clean. I was just putting up the last of the laundry when Kay walked in the house shortly after 5:30. “Meet me in the guest room in fifteen minutes. Bring wine and one glass.” She stepped into the master (ironic word) bathroom and shut the door behind her.

Fifteen minutes later, I was kneeling in front of the wingback chair in the guest room waiting for my wife to arrive. I wore only the chastity device that I had been wearing since last night. She stepped into the room wearing only a short, white robe. She took a seat in the chair, and extended her hands to take the glass of wine from me. “I guess we didn’t know what we were each capable of becoming,” she said in a whispered voice. She smiled and sipped on the wine. “And I still think we can become so much more. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“First, let me tell you that I now know everything. I know how you responded to Suzanne’s ad for a professional Mistress. I know how you became a whore to both of them while I sat home, feeling lonely and ignored. I know how you set me up to be seduced by Ryan… how you were so willing to have him fuck me.” In truth, I wondered if she did know everything. Did she know, for example, she was on camera when Ryan was fucking her on the massage table? At this point, however, did it really matter?

“I’m sorry,” I muttered.

“Don’t be. It’s all working out perfectly as far as I’m concerned. I like our new arrangement very much. I think you do as well, am I right?”

“Yes, I confess. I do like it. I don’t understand it, but I love it.”

“It’s ok, honey. I’m here to make this dream a reality for you. You will become my perfect, submissive cuckold in every way. You’ll wear that chastity device on your pathetic cock all the time. I’ll expect that you obey me perfectly, and that you do things that you know please me on your own initiative. Ryan will fuck me when it pleases him. You may or may not be involved. He also thinks that I should recruit a small group of lovers other than him. He thinks they should be men that you and I both already know. Any suggestions?”

“No, I’m sorry, I don’t. I....”

Kay interrupted me. “Don’t worry. I have some ideas. For example, I’ve never told you this, but Jack Hanover has been flirting with me for years. He called me after you fired him. He said that while you two would obviously never be friends again, he wanted me to know that if there was ever anything I needed, to please call him. I never called him, but I have masturbated to the thought of being fucked by that man a hundred times. He’s still single; I checked.”

“Honey, he’s still friends with Chuck (my rival at work). He would tell Chuck and everyone at my company would know.”

“Would know what, Jay? Would know that he fucked me, or that not only he fucked me, but that you are also a submissive cuckold… a man that likes to watch his wife be fucked by other men. Which did you mean, Jay?”

“Either would be bad,” I said.

“Well, maybe I’ll just keep you in the closet while Jack fucks me. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if your rival knew he was only fucking me and not the whole truth. But when he leaves… when he goes home… you’ll be out of the closet and then you know what happens. Right, Jay.”

“What’s that?”

Kay leaned back and opened up her robe. She put one leg over the arms of the chair and the other over my shoulder. “Ryan fucked me hard right before I left.” Her pussy exposed, I could see that it was still red and swollen from the sex. It was barely dripping Ryan’s semen. I put my mouth to her crotch and licked hungrily. “There you go. I know you love doing this. You’ll really love doing it when its Jack’s cum, won’t you?”

“Anything for you, dear.”

“And Suzanne, she promised to teach me how to keep you in line. She’s says there are lots of wonderful ways to remind you who’s in charge around here. I’ll be getting some of my own equipment… strap-ons, paddles, cuffs. And you’ll be doing a lot of housework. When you are not at work, and not traveling, you’ll be home, cooking, cleaning, and doing everything you took for granted from me for years. And I may be here… or maybe not. I might be called over by Suzanne or Ryan, so lick them, suck them or fuck them… whatever they want.” I bowed my head in resignation of what awaited me.

“But don’t worry, dear. I really do love. I really do care for you. You know this don’t you?”

“Yes, of course,” I responded.

“My eyes have been opened to what it is that you need. I never appreciated how fundamental submission was to who you are. I knew you had asked me to play “games” with you before... tying you up, that sort of thing. I just never knew that this was just the tip of the iceberg. I never understood how deeply you craved complete submission. Does this all resonate with you?”

“Yes, it does.” I was not telling her what she wanted to hear. This was the truth.

“Tell me. I want to hear it from you.”

“I’ve never been able to escape the fact,” I started to respond, “that I knew I could be closer with you if I were to submit to you. I am so sorry that I went behind your back to tried and fulfill these urges to submit, but they were so strong. I am so sorry I pulled you into this the way I did. I love you so much”

“Don’t worry, baby,” she assured me. “I’ am going to take good care of you. I love you more than ever. This is all for the best.” She pulled me back into her pussy. I started to service her again, but she stopped me. “Don’t kiss it, just be close to me… just breathe.”

I lay against her with tears forming in my eyes. “I love you so much.”

“No more talking, just breathe.”

Femdom Study Group: Initial Results Available

Interesting initial results, but I sense the best is yet to come.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

9th Installment

We met all met at a Latin club where they serve dinner around the perimeter of a large dance floor. This was in an odd part of town, and I bet that we were one of the few couples in the club that were not speaking Spanish that evening. There was certainly nobody there that we knew.

Of course I pretended that I had never met Suzanne, and that I had only briefly met Ryan when I had bought the gift certificate. There was dinner, and then dancing, and a polite request from Ryan to bring Kay onto the dance floor. There was wine, and there were awkward but scripted moments, and soon we were back at Suzanne and Ryan’s home with even more wine.

If I omit details, it is as much because I feel that they are not important as it is that I do not remember them. I do remember thinking that it was clearly scripted on Kay’s part when we were alone for a moment in their living room and she asked me if I minded her dancing with Ryan. “No,” I told her, giving her my own scripted responses, “actually, it really turned me on.”

This comment lit a fire under my wife. She kissed me like we were newlyweds again. When Suzanne and Ryan returned to the room, I got up to use the restroom. When I came back, the three of them were sitting together on the couch giggling like school kids. “So, Jay,” called Ryan when I stepped into the room, “it turned you on when I was dancing with your wife?” Kay slapped at Ryan’s chest teasingly. She looked at me as if to apologize with her eyes. “Why,” he asked. “Why does it possibly turn you on?”

This was not scripted, but it was my moment nonetheless. “I’ve always had a fantasy of watching Kay with another man,” I said. Kay’s jaw dropped. I stood there silent and exposed.

“What do you mean,” asked Ryan. “You’ve fantasized about watching another man dance with your wife… kiss her… fuck her?” I stood silent and motionless. “Because if Kay is game, I’d be up for it. Kay… would you like to kiss me?”

“Go ahead,” said Suzanne, “It turns me on too.” Kay smiled, but did not move. She looked to me for my response.

“It’s ok, honey. If you want to….” She closed her eyes and moved her parted lips to Ryan’s mouth. There was a moment, a gentle coming together of these two lovers, and then stillness and silence.

“Stand,” commanded Ryan. I watched Kay react to his words. She stood, compelled to obey him. “Undress.” Kay looked back at me, not for approval, but only to gauge my reaction. It was a forced, half smile. It was not that I was upset… I was drifting into sub-space. She lifted her shirt over head, not bothering to undo the buttons. She stepped out of her shoes. She let her skirt fall and stepped out of it as well. She stood, her back to me, wearing black lace panties, garters and sheer stockings. I had not seen her wear garters in ten years.

“Take off the panties, but leave the garters on,” commanded Ryan.

“You want to watch me fuck your wife?” Ryan’s eyes met mine, but Kay’s remained with her back to me.

“Yes,” I answered.

Ryan stood and undid the buttons on his shirt, one by one. He pulled his shoes off, removed his socks, and stood bare-chested in front of Kay. “Kneel down,” he told her. She obeyed and buried her face in his hard stomach, unable to wait to connect with his flesh. “You, kneel also.” He spoke to me as if my submission was a given. It was; I knelt.

Kay moved to undo Ryan’s belt, and was soon helping him step out of his pants. Had I not already known what was happening, Kay would have betrayed the ruse as she started to kiss his cock with a practiced familiararity. Suzanne took a position behind me, and started unbuttoning my own shirt. Soon I was naked, all fours on the floor, staring at my wife deep-throating another man. “You love this cock, don’t you, dear?" said Ryan as he stroked her hair. "You’ll do anything I ask of you.”

I hadn’t noticed that Suzanne had left the room, but she stepped back into it dressed only in a vinyl corset and a strap-on. In a latex-gloved hand she held a bottle of lubrication, and in her other hand she held a collar and leash. I lifted my neck to accept my collar, and then I felt her working my asshole with her finger and gloved hand. The dildo on her strap-on was small, much smaller than what I had learned to take over the course of my time with her.

Suzanne was now positioned behind me, barely on the verge of entering me while she tugged on the leash just enough to keep my head up. Ryan took this as his cue. He positioned Kay on all fours facing me, my feminine mirror image. As she had her back to me up until now, this was the first she saw of what I had become for Suzanne, and her eyes opened wide… her surprise dissolving into a wicked smile. In Ryan’s hands appeared a collar and leash of his own. He held it out in front of Kay to see it. "Are you ready for this he asked?" She nodded in affirmative with her eyes still locked on me. She took it from him, fumbling with it as her hands shook while putting it on her own neck.

“Crawl forward,” ordered Suzanne. “Close enough to kiss your wife, but don’t touch her yet.”

Ryan looked at Suzanne and nodded his head. Instantly I felt her vinyl dildo push inside of me. At the same moment, I saw Kay’s mouth widen, her eyes shut, and I saw Ryan’s neck tighten. He was inside of her, fucking my wife like his whore. “Kiss each other,” commanded Ryan. “You belong to us now, the games are all behind us.”

Our leashes were kept tight enough to remind us of our positions as my wife and I kissed each other with a new passion and abandon. I could feel Ryan’s thrusts into Kay like the reverberations of a bass drum, and Suzanne matched them beat for beat with her own strokes into me. “Is this what you want,” I whispered to Kay.

“More than anything,” she answered. It was over.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Eighth Installment

I'd love to finish this story in Elise Sutton's Pre-Dominant newsletter... thoughts?


After I left Ryan and Suzanne, I did not even go back to my office. I went straight to the airport where I would have to catch a flight that would have me out of town for the entire week. On the ride to the airport, I was trying to make sense of what was happening to me. There was no doubt that I was pursuing behavior that gave me a powerful sense of macabre satisfaction, something that filled a need and satisfied a craving that to anyone else would seem completely irrational. It seemed that in pursuing this need I was sacrificing everything that had ever mattered to me in my life.

The only term that came to my mind for this irrational behavior on my part was addiction. Cuckolding was my heroin, my junk, the thing that occupied my thoughts and moved me towards what seemed like a life very different than the comfortable one that I had lived up to now. I was trading it all for the overwhelming sense of indisputable and perfect knowledge that my submission was complete. I would be balled up in a corner, my mind warmed by submission but my soul cold and shaking from what I had sacrificed.

I called Kay that evening, just to check in, realizing that she had no idea that I had witnessed her affair with Ryan. She was a little cold and distant, and indicated that her day was uneventful. I told her I loved her and let her know I was missing her already. There was a pause before she told me she loved me as well. Her tone was very convincing. I thought maybe I could stop everything in its tracks if I just acted quickly to reconnect with her.

Little did I know that even as I was speaking to her, she was in the bathroom readying herself for an evening with Ryan. She met him out at a restaurant frequented by people much younger that ourselves, and in a trendy but out of the way part of town. There was very little risk that they would have run into someone we know… unless of course, it was engineered.

When Suzanne walked into the restaurant, Ryan acted as though it were a complete surprise. “Wow, Suzanne… there’s someone I want you to meet. This is Kay, she and I work out together. Kay, this is Suzanne… my roommate.”

“Roommate,” remarked Kay, raising her eyebrows in surprise.

“Oh, don’t worry… there’s a long way between roommate and girlfriend,” answered Suzanne.

“Who are you meeting here,” asked Ryan.

“Actually… you, Ryan. I left my keys in my briefcase which is sitting in the back of Meg’s car. You had mentioned you had the reservations, so I just swung by to see if I could borrow yours. I’ll be home, and I’ll just leave the door open.”

“That’s no problem,” said Ryan, “But why don’t you join us for at least a glass of wine. I mean, you drove all this way. Kay… is that ok with you?”

“Sure, why not,” said Kay.

Suzanne ended up staying through most of the dinner. Kay played right into their plans as the two women hit it off marvelously. After Suzanne left Ryan and Kay at the restaurant to finish their desert without her, Kay rambled on about how sweet Suzanne was as Ryan continued to refill her wine and continued to pour on the charm. Kay was becoming putty in their hands.

When Kay and Ryan finally got home, Suzanne was already sitting in front of the couch watching TV in very dim light, easily unnoticed. The two lovers opened the front door and pushed their way into the foyer, mouths locked and hands exploring each other with a sense of hurried anticipation. Kay was drunk, and Ryan intentionally kept her back to Suzanne as he lifted her into the den. Then he positioned her down on the couch so that Suzanne was still not in plane sight. Suzanne remained in the shadows, sitting motionless and still… wearing a tight-fitting woman’s t-shirt and panties, drinking white wine.

It appeared that Kay was not aware that Suzanne was in the room. Her eyes were half closed as Ryan managed to get her dress off and lay her down with her back on the couch. He pulled off his own pants and straddled her chest, reaching back behind him to play gently with Kay’s pussy with one hand while positioning his cock in her mouth with the other. Kay was distracted by her hunger to taste and satisfy Ryan. She didn’t notice when the strong hand between her legs was replaced by a softer, gentler hand. And if she even noticed when that hand became a warm mouth, she said nothing.

As Kay’s hips started to gyrate, Ryan and Suzanne knew that they would soon have her. Suzanne let the pace of her tongue become more rapid. Ryan shifted so that one foot was on the floor and one knee was on the couch, his cock remaining in Kay’s mouth the entire time. The result of Ryan’s shifting himself on the couch was that his body no longer blocked Kay’s view of Suzanne. Kay’s eyes opened and fixed on the beautiful blonde woman between her legs. A woman was eating her pussy for the first time in her life. She embraced the moment, and her fingers found their way to the back of Suzanne’s head. She ran them through the fine, straight hair and moaned softly.

With this Ryan pulled his cock out of Kay’s mouth and lifted her up into his arms. Suzanne stood and removed her own shirt and panties. She followed Ryan into their bedroom. He was laying Kay straight out on the bed on her stomach. Suzanne moved around to the front of the bed, propping herself up against some pillows so that her open legs came together to give Kay her first taste of pussy.

Ryan lifted Kay’s hips slightly. He positioned the head of his cock at the precipice of Kay’s warm opening, but waited until he saw her lips touch Suzanne’s pussy before pushing inside of her. Suzanne stroked Kay’s hair as Ryan fucked her with only his own pleasure in mind. This was only the beginning of my wife’s seduction, but as it continued, Kay’s pleasure would become less and less consequential to Ryan and Suzanne. Ironically, their indifference would only serve to heighten Kay’s pleasure.

Despite the distraction of Ryan’s hard, thrusting cock, Kay proved to be very adept at licking Suzanne’s pussy. Suzanne later told me that Kay was a natural, and wasn’t content to just go through the motions. She was ravenous, exploring every corner of Suzanne’s crotch, inhaling deeply as if the aroma intoxicated her as it also did me.

After Ryan released his seed in Kay, he got up and left the room to clean up, leaving the two women to cuddle in each other’s arms and kiss and neck like new lovers often do. Suzanne let her hand find Kay’s pussy, and put her finger inside to drench it in Ryan’s cum. She put it inside my wife’s mouth and she nursed it like a hungry kitten.

“Do you like losing your inhibitions with us?” asked Suzanne.

“Yes,” nodded Kay.

“I seem to sense that you might have a submissive side,” remarked Suzanne.

“Maybe,” responded Kay.

“We’ll see,” said Suzanne as the two drifted off to sleep, still embracing each other.

Suzanne was gone the next morning when Kay woke up, but Ryan had crawled back into bed in the middle of the night. He had made Kay breakfast, and they drank a cup of coffee together making comfortable small talk until Kay left shortly thereafter.

“You’ll be back tonight, right?” asked Ryan. “I mean, you said your husband would be gone all week.”

“If you’ll have me,” smiled Kay.

“Oh, we’ll have you,” replied Ryan with his own smile beaming from ear to ear.


When Kay returned that night, it was Ryan’s turn to have slipped away. Suzanne greeted Kay at the door with a kiss on the cheek and told her that Ryan had gone to buy some wine, but he would be back soon.

“I wish I’d known,” said Kay, flashing two bottles of wine that she had brought.

Suzanne smiled and walked Kay into the kitchen to grab a bottle opener. She handed it to Kay and Kay worked on the cork, pulling it and filling three glasses that Suzanne placed on the counter. She leaned forward and kissed Kay before handing her a glass. Kay was smitten.

“So you had fun last night?” asked Suzanne.

“Absolutely, I feel like I’m letting myself go for the very first time. My husband and I have drifted so far apart that there’s no intimacy anymore. I wish that wasn’t so, but it is. Last night I feel like I made up for lost time.”

“We loved it too. We talked about it all day. Ryan and I think we can have something really special with you, but you just have to trust us.”

“What do you mean?” asked Kay.

“Oh, I’ll explain later. Just tell me about your day. The two women drifted off into small talk and munched on some cheese and crackers that Suzanne put on a plate for them. Soon, however, Suzanne’s cell phone rang and interrupted them.

“It’s Ryan,” she said looking at the caller ID. “No, I haven’t said anything about it yet. Yes, I promise I will. Hurry back.”

“Said anything about what?” asked Kay.

“Well, we have this little fantasy… do you think you’d be up for something a bit kinky?”

“Well,” answered Kay with a smile, “by my standards I’ve already been up to something kinky. What do you have in mind?”

“Ryan and I were thinking,” she bit her lip and cocked her head just a bit, “that it might be fun tonight if you were our little sex slave. We wouldn’t do anything that made you uncomfortable, just a little harmless role playing. What do you think?”

Kay rubbed her finger around the rim of her wine glass. She put the glass to her mouth, closed her eyes, and emptied it before setting it back down on the calendar. “Your wish is my command,” she said with a smile.

“Perfect,” responded Suzanne. She filled Kay’s glass and instructed her to wait in the living room while she grabbed a few ‘things’. She unlocked the door to her chambers and went inside, closing and locking the door behind her. When she stepped out ten minutes later, she was dressed to the nines. From the leather tips of her thigh-high boots, to the top laces of her leather corset, she was in amazing form. In her right hand she held a collar and a leash. As she walked into the living room Kay started to stand. “Sit back down,” ordered Suzanne. She extended her gloved hand to Kay’s mouth, and Kay put her tongue to work licking the tips of Suzanne’s fingers.

Kay was made to strip and kneel in front of Suzanne. “I’m not going to put this collar on you, not yet anyway.” She held the collar in front of Kay. “If you really want to belong to us, you’ll put it on yourself. But we’ll explain all this to you later. Although… I bet right now you’re thinking you want to belong to us, don’t you?” She pulled Kay’s mouth to her waist. “Kiss your Mistress’s pussy.” Kay’s lips touched Suzanne’s body. She closed her eyes and lost herself in her submissive passions.

“Save some of that energy for me, pet.” It was Ryan. He had slipped quietly back into the house from the garage and standing naked beside Suzanne. He leaned down on one knee and kissed Kay softly on the side of her mouth. She tried to make more of the kiss, but that was all he offered. Ryan took a seat on the couch across the room. “Come here, pet.” Kay stood to walk to Ryan. “No, no… crawl.” Kay dropped back to her knees and crawled to her new Master. Ryan spread his legs slightly. “Suck on my cock… that’s a good girl.”

Suzanne was now standing behind Kay. She had pulled on her strap-on, but in her hand she held a very small vibrator. She placed it against Kay’s pussy, and Kay turned to see what was happening. “No, no,” said Ryan. “Eyes on me.”

The combination of her first foray into submission, and the pulsating vibrations that Suzanne was working between her legs was intoxicating Kay. She wanted only to satisfy Ryan, and he was coaching her to fight her gag reflex and to take his cock into the back of her throat. He stopped he as he got close to cumming, and had her lick his balls and place only soft, gentle kisses on the length of his cock. “What do you think your husband would think of this?” asked Ryan.

Kay paused to look up at Ryan. “I think he couldn’t imagine this. He’s very sexually… dull... I guess that’s the word He wouldn’t think I have this in me.”

“Call me ‘Sir’ when you speak to me, ok, Kay. Call me ‘Sir’ and Suzanne “Ma’am”.”

“Yes, Sir,” responded Kay. She went back to kissing Ryan’s balls.

“Many men,” said Suzanne from behind her, “get very turned on by watching their wife act like such a slut. I bet your husband would like to watch you suck Ryan’s cock like you do. Do you know what it’s called when a husband likes to watch his wife get fucked by another man?” Kay shook her head. “It makes him a ‘cuckold’. It makes him a submissive, cuckold. The woman not only ends up fucking whoever she wants, she ends up with a husband that does whatever she tells him to do. Do you think that maybe your husband would want to be a cuckold?”

Kay stopped suddenly and looked at them both very seriously. “Why the interest in my husband all of a sudden?”

“Sir. Refer to me as Sir.”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir. Why the sudden interest in my husband, Sir.”

“Because you cannot wear that collar… you cannot really belong to us as long as we are a secret from him. We don’t want to share you, we want to own you.”

Suzanne, who has been running the vibrator she held against Kay on a very slow speed, suddenly turned it up. Then she positioned the head of her strap-on against the moistening lips of Kay’s pussy. Kay closed her eyes and caught her breath. The pleasure was catching up to her. Suzanne pushed herself inside of Kay and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “You want to belong to us, don’t you?”

“Tell you husband that you’ve arranged to go out to dinner with your new trainer and his girlfriend on Saturday night. We’ll take it from there,” commanded Ryan.

“Yes, Sir.” These were the last words she muttered before abandoning her body to the pure sexual pleasure of sucking Ryan’s cock and being fucked by Suzanne’s strap-on.

Saturday would be here before she knew it.