Submissive Husbands - Cuckold story
The Proposition Ch 3
by Wayne C. Rogers
It was exactly five-thirty when I got home on Friday. The kids were in the living room watching television, and I assumed that Danielle was upstairs, getting ready for her date with Stuart Hamilton tonight.
I told Steve and Elizabeth to see what time the next showing of The Scorpion King started, and they rushed to get the newspaper.
Walking upstairs, I entered the bedroom and saw Danielle standing in front of the mirror on the dresser bureau, brushing her long brown hair. She was wearing the dark-blue corset with matching high-cut panties, black seamed nylons, and black stiletto-heeled shoes. My wife saw me in the mirror and smiled.
“Why don’t you be a sweetheart and hand me the black silk blouse that’s lying on the bed,” she said. “What time is it?”
“It’s 5:40.”
“I’m going to be late.”
I went over to the bed, picked up the blouse that was lying next to a charcoal-gray skirt, and carried it over to her. Danielle took the blouse and slipped it on. She then quickly buttoned up the front of it.
“I need to hurry,” she said. “Bring me the gray skirt.”
I got the piece of clothing and handed it to her. Stepping into the skirt, Danielle pulled it up over her hips while tucking the bottom half of the blouse inside of it, and then zipped up the back. While she did that, I got down on my knees and ran my hands up her nylon-covered legs, delighting in silky texture of them.
“Are you still taking the kids to a movie tonight?” she asked, picking up the black leather belt that was lying on top of the bureau. She wrapped it around her slim waist and fastened the buckle to it.
“Uh-huh.”
“Too bad I can’t go with you.”
I kissed her stomach and then pressed the side of my head against her. She ran the fingers of her hand gently through my hair.”
“Are you okay with this?” Danielle asked in a soft, hesitant tone of voice. “I can cancel out, if you feel uncomfortable.”
“It’s all right,” I said. “I want you to have a good time.”
“Even if it’s with another man?”
“Yes.”
“I do love you, William. I don’t know too many husbands who would let their wives date other men.”
“I want you to be happy, honey.”
Tonight was Danielle’s first date with Stuart. She’d met him at work, and he’d offered her five hundred dollars to go out with him. My wife loved having sex with different men, but she especially had a strong passion for the American dollar. When a handsome man offered her a sizable amount of money for sex, it was difficult for her to turn him down. Since our marriage was based on the concept of female domination and I wanted her to be truly happy, I submitted to whatever she desired. If Danielle wanted to date other men, I went along with it.
Of course, it would also be an outright lie if I said that I didn’t enjoy being cuckolded by my wife.
Both Danielle and I were getting something extremely pleasurable from her illicit affairs. She knew how much they excited me and was always willing to share the intimate details of her sexual encounters. In many ways, this made us perfect for each other. Danielle was an individual who’d always have a hard time being faithful to any one man, and it didn’t matter how handsome or rich he was. She got bored easily and needed the excitement of new relationships. My wife also needed the security of having someone at home who loved her completely and unconditionally. It helped that I was the type of male who wanted my wife to be unfaithful…who got sexually aroused at the thought of another man making long, passionate love to her.
“I need to ask you a question,” she said.
“What is it?” I asked, looking up at her.
“Do you want me to have Stuart wear a condom?’
“No,” I answered.
My wife stared down at me and smiled. “Then you know what I’m going to expect from you when I get home tonight,” she said matter-of-factly.
I nodded my head.
“Maybe I’ll tell Stuart what I intend on having you do. That might excite him. What do you think?”
“It would probably turn him on.”
“I think so, too.”
“It’s time for you to get going,” I said.
“I want you to kiss my feet.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, bending down and kissing her feet like the devoted husband I was.
“I love it when you do that.”
As I stood back up, she grabbed her black leather purse from off the dresser bureau, kissed me on the cheek, and headed out of the bedroom. I followed her down the stairs. She stepped into the living room for a moment to tell the kids that she’d see them in the morning, and then I walked out to the car with her and opened the door on driver’s side. My eyes followed Danielle as she got into the Miata, offering me a nice view of her legs. It was a game we played with each other. She knew that I never got tired of looking up her skirts and dresses.
“Have a good time,” I said.
“I intend to.”
I watched my wife back out of the driveway and then turn the car in the direction of Romeo’s Restaurant
When I walked back into the house, the children cornered me and said that the next showing of The Scorpion King started at 7:15. We rushed to turn off the television, lock up the house, and get to my SUV. The movie theater was less than ten minutes away. I knew we could make it there in time.
We actually made it with a few minutes to spare.
That gave us time to buy soft drinks and popcorn before entering the dark arena of make-believe and imagination. The movie turned out to be a fun action flick with mild violence and just a hint of sex in it. About halfway through it, Steve leaned over and whispered to me that he now had a crush on Kelly Hu, the actress playing Cassandra.
I understood exactly how he felt.
After the movie was over, we drove over to a nearby Dairy Queen and got a couple of banana splits and a fudge sundae. It was almost ten-thirty by the time we finally got home. We watched a little bit of TV and then called it a night, heading to our respective bedrooms.
Entering the master bedroom, I closed the door quietly behind me. I undressed, took a shower, and then climbed into bed with a book to read. I knew it would be impossible for me to sleep. I hoped that reading would take my mind off of Danielle. The book in my hand was the newest horror novel by Douglas Clegg, and I suspected that it might just do the trick.
But, I was wrong.
All I could think about was my wife in the arms of another man. My imagination was vivid enough that I could picture her lying on a bed with the gray skirt bunched up around her hips, her black panties lying on the floor, and Stuart (I had no idea what he looked like) positioned between her legs, driving his hard cock deeply into her pussy, bringing her to several intense orgasms. I could even imagine her moans of pleasure as she urged him repeatedly to cum inside of her…to filled her with his seed. I wondered if she would really tell him about what I liked to do. It would probably excite him to such a degree that he’d make love to her three or four times, ejaculating at the end of each round, wanting to make sure that I’d know how well she had been fucked. It was the ultimate humiliation for a submissive husband. It was also my way of showing Danielle how much I loved her, not to mention how much I enjoyed her affairs. Every time I performed oral sex on my wife after she’d made love to another man, it reinforced her desire to continue cuckolding me.
I reached underneath the sheet and felt my own hard erection. There was a large amount of pre-semen fluid dripping from the head of it, and I wanted desperately to masturbate. That, however, was forbidden. I served my wife as a true submissive, and one of her rules was that I never masturbate without her explicit permission. To do so would result in a whipping that would literally have me begging for mercy within minutes.
No, I had to try to get my mind off of her and her new lover.
I picked up the Douglas Clegg novel and read for over an hour.
When I finally put the book down and looked at the clock on the nightstand, I saw that it was almost one o’clock in the morning. I couldn’t help but wonder what was taking Danielle so long.
It was after one-thirty when she finally got home. I heard the car pull into the driveway and then the car door close. I got out of bed, put on a bathrobe, and went downstairs to meet her. Danielle was closing the front door as I quickly came down the stairs, anxious like a little boy who’s dying to open his presents on Christmas morning. I saw that her hair was messed up and that her lipstick was smudged due to either excessive kissing, or maybe oral sex.
“You look as though you had a rough night,” I said.
Danielle moved into my arms and kissed me. I then held onto her for a couple of minutes as she laid her head against my chest.
“I’m glad to be home,” she whispered.
“Did he hurt you?” I asked, feeling a sudden need to get my Smith & Wesson .44 Magnum revolver and go hunting for the asshole.
“I’m not sure I can talk about it, William.”
“Why not?”
My wife stepped away from me. “Something happened to me tonight that’s confusing and a little frightening,” she said. “I’m not sure if I can explain it, or if I should even tell you about it. I don’t want to lose you.”
“How could you lose me? I’m not going anywhere. I love you too much to ever consider the idea of leaving.”
“Do you really mean that?” she asked hesitantly.
“Yes.”
“You would continue to stay with me and be my slave, no matter how terrible the situation was?”
“Yes.”
“You promise?”
“I made that promise when I married you, Danielle.”
“Still, do you promise not to leave me?” she asked with just a touch of desperation in her soft voice.
“Yes, I promise.”
“Do you really want to hear about what happened tonight?”
“I want to do more than that,” I replied, laughing at the obvious.
Danielle moved closer and then kissed me again. “You’re going to have your work cut out for you tonight,” she stated. “Stuart fucked me four times.”
“Four times in one night!” I said in amazement.
“Yes,” she said, nodding her head. “And he ejaculated inside of me each time.”
“Damn!”
“I told Stuart about us and it got him excited,” my wife explained. “It was like he couldn’t get enough of me. I’ve never been fucked the way I was tonight. I must’ve had at a dozen or more orgasms. His cock is so big that I even had an orgasm the moment he entered me.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“What did you say to him that created such as reaction?”
“I told Stuart that you were my slave,” she replied, “and that I was going to make you clean up after him when I got home. He wanted to make sure that you got a good mouthful of his cum.”
I was surprised that Danielle had actually told him about that and felt a little embarrassed that another man now knew my darkest secret.
“Did he make fun of me?” I asked with curiosity.
“No, he didn’t. In fact, Stuart said that it was perfect for the kind of relationship he wanted to have with me.”
“What kind of relationship?”
“You’re probably not going to like it; but, then again, I could be wrong. You might find my relationship with Stuart to be a sexual turn-on. If you don’t let your emotions get in the way, this could be the perfect love triangle for the three of us.”
“Are you in love with this guy already?”
“I’m not sure,” she answered. “The one thing I do know is that I’m addicted to the sexual part of our relationship.”
“What happened tonight?”
“I don’t know, but it was intense.”
“I find it extremely difficult to believe that one night of sex with this guy affected you so strongly.”
“So am I,” she admitted. “I’m still in a daze. I’ve read about experiences like this in novels and magazines, but never thought it would actually happen to me. I’m starting to get horny again just thinking about it.”
“What else did you tell him about our marriage?” I asked.
Danielle smiled mischievously at me. “I explained to Stuart how you willingly gave up all rights as a husband in order to marry me. I told him how you hand over your paychecks to me and then wait on me hand and foot…how you clean house, wash the clothes, do the grocery shopping, take care of the yard, pamper me every chance you get, and babysit with the kids while I go out on dates with other men.” She pressed back up against me and kissed me lightly on the lips. “I told him how when you’re obedient to my desires, I reward you with sexual favors, and when you’re disobedient, I punish you with hard whippings and extreme humiliation.”
“What did he say?”
“Stuart wanted to know all of the juicy details.”
“What else did you tell him?” I asked.
“Everything.”
“You told him everything?” I said in disbelief.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because it turned him on,” she said. “I told him how I’d serviced several men at one time a few weeks ago, and that they’d tied me down to the bed and spent the entire evening fucking me over and over again.”
“That excited him?”
“Yes, it did. Plus, I told him about my secret fantasy.”
“Which one?”
“The fantasy where I’m totally dominated by a man who’s strong enough to make me do exactly as he wishes.”
“You never told me about this fantasy.”
My wife shrugged her shoulders and then started up the staircase. “It’s not something I could talk to you about,” she said. “Our marriage is centered around a Mistress/slave relationship. I could never allow you to dominate me, or it would take away my power over you. That’s something I can’t allow to happen. Besides, this is exactly the way I want our marriage to be.”
“Yet you fantasize about being another man’s slave,” I said, following her up the stairs, my eyes locked on her beautiful legs and perfectly rounded buttocks.
“Yes, William.”
“And is Stuart to be this man?”
“Yes,” she answered.
“I’m not sure I can handle this.”
“I don’t want you to leave me, but I intend on seeing Stuart at least once a week. I’ve agreed to be his slave, and he’ll have the freedom to use me sexually in any way he desires. If you and I are going to continue as man and wife, then you have to accept this addition to our relationship.”
“Was he that great in bed?” I asked as we walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind us.
“He made me get down on my knees and lick his boots clean.”
“Don’t Danielle—“
“I want you to understand what’s happening here. This can be good for both of us, darling.”
I took a deep breath and then said, “Okay.”
Danielle took her blouse and skirt off as she continued with the story of tonight’s little adventure. “When Stuart was satisfied with how his boots looked, he made me beg for the pleasure of sucking his cock.”
“You’re not the kind of woman who gets down on her knees and begs for the pleasure of sucking a man’s cock. It’s simply not in your nature, plus your personality is too strong. If anyone is going to beg, it’ll be the man.”
“You only know one side of me, William.”
I watched as she walked across the bedroom to hang up her clothes in the closet. My wife had a way of moving that made me salivate with desire. I wanted to throw her down on the bed and take her the way that Stuart had, making her mine, and hearing her beg for me to please her.
“There are times,” she continued, “when I need a real man to take control of me…to make me submit to him in ways I can’t explain to you. I crave the sensation of being totally helpless and at the mercy of someone else.”
“Is that what Stuart did to you?”
“He forced me to suck his cock and then swallow his cum,” Danielle stated as she stepped over to the bed and sat down on the end of it. Crossing her lovely legs, she pointed her index finger at a spot on the floor and then snapped her fingers once. I immediately got down on my knees in front of her. “And after I licked my lips clean of the semen that was on them, he tied me down on his bed, fastening my hands to the headboard with leather wrists cuffs. He then pushed my skirt up around my waist, removed my panties, and entered me with his huge cock.”
“I can’t listen to this,” I said in a hurt tone of voice. “It’s too painful.”
“You will listen to this, William. You’re my slave and you will obey me in whatever way I demand.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You knew how I was before you married me,” my wife continued. “I’ve never lied to you about my sexual desire for other men. You also knew it was possible that I’d fall in love with someone else. It’s always a chance you take when your spouse is sleeping with other people. Be happy that Stuart isn’t looking for another wife, especially one with two children. I’m not going to leave you for him, if that’s what you’re worried about. I am, however, going to fuck him as often as I can. Since you’re my slave, you will find a way of dealing with it. I’m not going to allow you to ruin this for me. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, keeping my head lowered, afraid to look into those dark eyes of hers.
“Think of all the cleaning up you’re going to get to do.”
“Yeah, I can’t wait.”
“Stuart wants to come over and fuck me in front of you so that you’ll know what it’s like when I have a real man between my legs. He then wants to watch you lick his cum up. This will put you in your place as a slave to both of us.”
“I won’t allow you to humiliate me like that.”
“Slaves don’t have a choice,” she said. “Stuart doesn’t think that you’re really submissive. You and I are going to prove him wrong. You’ll do exactly as I tell you when he comes over. If you don’t, I’ll whip you in front of him and then force you to submit to my lover in ways you won’t find enjoyable. Don’t think for a moment that I’m kidding, either. I’m serious about this, William. It’s time you found out what it means to be a real slave to a dominant woman. Besides, it will add a little spice to our marriage in ways you’ve only fantasized about.”
“Just how big is his cock?” I asked.
“He told me it was eight inches long and at least an inch in diameter.”
“Hell, that is big!”
“I’ve never been filled so completely by a man. At first, I didn’t think I’d be able to take all of his cock, but my body gradually stretched to accommodate the size of it. I wasn’t joking when I said that I had my first orgasm the moment he entered me. I couldn’t stop shaking from the intensity of it.”
“So he tied you to the bed and then fucked you,” I said with obvious jealousy.
“Stuart didn’t just fuck me,” she said, giving me a knowing smile. “He caused me to have a mystical experience. I literally couldn’t get enough of his cock. I begged him to keep fucking me and actually had to force myself to come home tonight.”
“You sure know how to make a husband feel loved.”
“I do love you, William. You’re the perfect husband. Every woman should have a husband like you to take care of them.”
“Along with two or three lovers to take care of their sexual needs.”
“What’s wrong with that? It’s the prerogative of every dominant woman, married or unmarried, to take as many lovers as she desires. I could have married any number of men, but I chose you because I knew we’d be perfect together. I need a husband who’ll treat me as his queen and do as he’s told.”
“You want to have your cake and to eat it to.”
“Absolutely,” Danielle said. “And why shouldn’t I? If every woman was honest with herself, I bet she’d admit to wanting a husband who cleans house, while at the same time having a lover who satisfies her in unimaginable ways. Remember that your fantasy is for me to sleep with other men so that you can clean up after them. I don’t have a problem with that. In fact, it turns me when you do that. The act itself demonstrates your acceptance of my infidelities, as well as your submission to my darkest desires.”
“Wow, do I get a metal?”
‘No, but I’m going allow you the privilege of cleaning up after Stuart; and, believe me, there’s a lot to lick up. I put on a maxi pad after we finished having sex so that I could save as much of his cum as possible for you.”
“I bet Stuart loved that.”
“He did,” my wife said, laughing at the memory. “Stuart believes rather firmly that it’s your job, as my husband and slave, to clean up after him. I happen to agree with him on this particular issue.”
“I can’t wait.” I said sarcastically.
“Neither can I.”
Danielle stood up and removed her panties, sliding them down her legs and then stepping out of them. She threw the black underwear into my face, sat back down on the end of the bed, and spread her legs for me.
“It’s time to get to work,” she said.
I crawled hesitantly between my wife’s legs and saw that there were dried semen stains on the dark top of her stockings and on the inside of her thighs. Stuart must’ve pumped a pint of it into her. I stopped at the junction of her body and stared at the white maxi pad that guarded the opening of her womanhood. I didn’t want to think about the mess that was waiting behind it for me to clean up. For some strange reason that I couldn’t explain, I suddenly found this to be a very humiliating experience.
“I don’t think I can do this,” I said.
“You don’t have a choice. Stuart is going to call me tomorrow to see if you lick it all up. If I tell him no, he’s going to punished me for your disobedience when he comes over on Thursday.”
“You didn’t say anything about him coming over on Thursday.”
Shrugging her shoulders, Danielle said, “He wants to spend the afternoon with me here at our house. Since I need to use some of my vacation time or else lose it, I’ll take the day off. ”
“What about the kids?”
“Don’t be stupid, darling. They’ll be at my parent’s house.”
“I forgot about that.”
“I want you to take Thursday off.”
“Why?”
“I told you,” she said impatiently, “that Stuart wants to fuck me while you watch. He wants you to see the size of his cock and how he controls me with it.”
“What if I don’t want to watch?”
“I’m going to have you tied up on the bedroom floor. I can’t force you to keep your eyes open and to watch what takes place, but you will have to listen to the sounds of our lovemaking. There’s no way you’ll be able to tune out the sounds of him fucking me over and over again. After we’re finished, Stuart is going to untie you and then you’ll have to clean up his mess while he watches. This will be the start of your training as a true slave.”
“Is this what you want?”
“I need to know that you’ll obey whatever command I give. It’s easy when I tell you to do the things that you want to do, but true obedience is demonstrated when the slave does the things he finds repulsive or painful. This will be a test for you.”
“I hate tests.”
“Why don’t you stop talking and take off my maxi pad. It’s time to put that mouth of yours to better use.”
Taking a deep breath, I pulled the soft cotton maxi pad off of Danielle’s body and stared forlornly at the matted hair of her pubis and the silvery, pearl-like semen that was still oozing from the lips of her vagina.
“Beg me for the divine pleasure that you’re about to experience,” she ordered in a steely tone of voice.
Would the humiliation never end?
“Please, Mistress Danielle,” I begged. “Allow me the pleasure of servicing your lovely body with my tongue and mouth.”
“What else?” she demanded.
“Allow me the pleasure of cleaning up after your new lover.”
“I expect every drop of his cum to be licked up,” she warned. “Disobedience will result in a harsh whipping.”
“My screams might wake the kids.”
“Not if I put the maxi pad in your mouth.”
“You have a point,” I said.
“Stop wasting time and get to work. I want my pussy licked.”
I quickly obeyed my wife and place the tip of my tongue between the folds of wet flesh that covered the opening of her vagina. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me deeper into her body, pressing her cunt tightly against my face, silently urging to do what I did best. I began to lap at her body like an eager little puppy, tasting the semen that Stuart had left. There was still a lot it inside of her, and I almost gagged twice as I swallowed some of it.
“You’d better get use to the taste of my lover’s cum because you’re going to be cleaning up after him on a regular basis.”
There was nothing to say to that.
I slowly lapped at her cunt for nearly twenty minutes, bringing her to three powerful orgasms. When the third one finally subsided, she pushed my head away from her body and told me to go get a couple of towels. I stood up and walked into our bathroom. I grabbed two towels from underneath the sink cabinet and went back into the bedroom. Danielle was standing up beside the bed, waiting patiently for me to return. She snapped her fingers and pointed to a spot on the carpeted floor near her feet.
“Lie down on the floor,” she commanded, “and place the towels under your head.”
I did as ordered.
Danielle straddled my face and lowered her cunt to my mouth. “I don’t think you got all of it,” she stated. “In fact, I think there’s a lot more cum up inside of me that needs to be swallowed. Open your mouth nice and wide.”
I obeyed her without question and waited for what was to come (no pun intended). My wife relaxed her body; and, after a minute or two, a large amount of semen ran out of her and into my mouth. I choked and gagged on the quantity of it, and she laughed with merriment at my discomfort.
“Keep your mouth open,” Danielle ordered. “I’m going to give you something to wash it down with.”
My eyes widened in shock, and she laughed even harder.
“Please don’t,” I moaned in desperation. “This was Stuart’s idea,” she said. “He thought it would be a nice way to finish the evening and to test how submissive you really are.”
“Don’t do it, Danielle,” I begged.
“But I want to, darling. You should feel honored to receive this. There are men who would pay me large sums of money to experience this particular pleasure. I’m giving it to you for free. Now, keep your mouth open and don’t spill a drop.”
I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable. A minute passed by, then another and another. I started to think that it wasn’t going to happen and opened my eyes. That was when the flood of warm water began to rush into my mouth. I swallowed as if my life depended on it. Danielle stared down at me with an expression of pure ecstasy on her face as she pissed her urine into my opened mouth, delighting in the absolute power she had over me. There was so much urine that I couldn’t swallow all of it fast enough. Some of it spilled over onto my face, and I was shamed with embarrassment. When the ultimate humiliation was eventually completed, she smiled down at me with evident approval, stood up and headed into the bathroom
“That was fun,” my wife commented as she walked away.
I was in such shock that I couldn’t move for a couple of minutes. Finally, I rolled over and wiped my face on the top towel. I couldn’t believe what she’d just done, and I couldn’t help but wonder what else was in store for me now that Stuart was in the picture. Danielle seemed serious about treating me as an outright slave. I knew it would get a lot worse before it got better. Picking up the two towels, I stood up and waited for my wife to come out of the bathroom.
When she did, Danielle was naked and ready for bed. I hurried into the bathroom, dumped the towels into the clothes hamper, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and gargled with some mouthwash. It helped at little. I went back out into the bedroom and started to climb into bed with my wife, expecting to be rewarded for what I’d submitted to.
“No,” she stated. “I want you to get a blanket and a pillow. You’re to sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed like a well-trained slave.”
“But I’m your husband!” I said.
“Remember, you gave up all of your rights as a husband when you married me. You’re a slave, and the only purpose of a slave is to obey his Mistress.”
“I thought we were going to make love.”
“Having sex with me is now a thing of the past.”
“What do you mean by that?” I asked with trepidation.
“Stuart told me that I was no longer to have sexual intercourse with you,” she said with amusement. “He doesn’t mind if you clean up after him, but he doesn’t want you fucking his slave. That’s a privilege only he’s permitted to have.”
“I don’t believe this! You mean I can’t have sex with my own wife?”
“I told you that I was going to do whatever he wants.”
“Yes, but—“
“I intend on obeying my Master, and you will obey me.”
“What am I supposed to do for release?”
“If you prove to be obedient to my wishes, I’ll permit you to masturbate once or twice a week. Of course, you’ll have to beg me for that privilege, then get down on your knees and do it in front of me.”
“No way! I can’t masturbate with you watching.”
“Then there’ll be no orgasms for you, William.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Come here,” she said.
I sat down on the side of the bed and stared at her.
“Closer, darling. I’m not going to bite you.”
I moved beside her.
Danielle reached for my head and kissed me passionately on the lips. I felt her other hand grip my testicles and squeeze them. I began to get aroused with desire, wanting to take my wife in the same way that Stuart had, spreading her legs and fucking her good and hard, until I emptied my semen deep into her womb.
The grip on my balls grew tighter.
My wife stopped kissing me and grabbed a handful of my hair. She bent my head back at a painful angle and stared into my eyes with an intensity that startled me.
“If I even think you masturbated without my permission,” she warned me, “I’ll take that thick wooden ruler you love so much and beat the back of your hands until you’re unable to even hold your dick when you pee. I’m serious about this. If you think I’m joking, I dare you to test me. You have no idea of the pain I’m capable of inflicting upon you, if provoked. You’d better heed my warning.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“That’s better. Stuart intends to go over the new rules with you on Thursday.”
“I can’t wait.”
Danielle squeezed my balls so hard that tears began to run down the sides of my face. I begged her for mercy, but she ignored me. Instead, she placed her other hand over my mouth to stifle my screams and squeezed even harder, almost causing me to black out from the pain.
When my breathing returned to normal and I opened my eyes, Danielle was staring down at me with an innocent smile upon her beautiful face. “Do we understand each other now?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. Go get a blanket and a pillow out of the closet.”
I nodded my head in understanding, then got off the bed and hobbled over to the closet. My sore testicles were pounding like a dull toothache. I grabbed a spare blanket and pillow from one of the shelves in the closet, then returned to the bed of my Mistress. Glancing at the alarm clock on the dresser bureau, I saw that it was four o’clock in the morning.
“Maybe we can do something together with the kids later today.”
“We’ll see,” she said. “I was thinking that I might go back over to Stuart’s house after lunch for a few hours. Maybe when I get back, we can go get a pizza or something.”
“Sure,” I said, feeling an intense wave of jealousy engulfing me within its powerful grasp.
I rolled out the blanket on the floor and placed the pillow at the head of it. Lying down on the blanket, I pulled the rest of it over me and prepared for sleep. I couldn’t believe how quickly my life had changed in just a matter of hours. True, I’d wanted to marry a dominant woman and have her cuckold me with other men, but I had never in my wildest dreams expected to end up in this type of situation.
It was no longer fun and games.
Danielle was serious about treating me like a slave, and I didn’t know if I’d be able to handle the reality of it. Fantasy and reality are often two very different things. It was going to be even harder with another man taking my place in her bed and encouraging her to humiliate me in ways I never thought she’d be able to do. Of course, if I was able to get my emotions under control, the whole experience might turn out be fun and sexually exciting.
In a few days, I’d get to see Stuart making love to my wife. The thought of it filled me with a mixture of jealousy and sexual excitement. The idea of cleaning up after him while he watched, however, left a lot to be desired. I knew why they were planning to have me do that. It would be a way of establishing everybody’s role in this rather unusual love triangle. Being the cuckolded husband, as well as a slave, would put me at the bottom rung of the ladder. Stuart would want to demonstrate his dominance over my wife, letting me know that she now belonged to him and that he could fuck her whenever he wanted, and that there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. He would also probably try to dominate me in the process, which was something I didn’t want to think about. There were only a couple of things he could do to me that would complete the act of striping away my manhood, and I could only hope that Danielle would draw the line on what forms of humiliation he was allowed to subject me to.
The thought of Thursday made me extremely nervous.
I don’t know what time it was when I finally drifted off to sleep, but I was happy for the peace of mind it momentarily offered.
Submissive Husbands - Cuckold story part 4
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