The Journey of a Submissive Cuckold - Part 8

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Your wife spends a lot of time talking with her lover, but you're not permitted to participate. Instead, when you need your fix, you're given permission to visit Annalise, the young domme that has taken to satisfying your need to submit while your wife indulges in her desire for her wealthy, sexually superior lover.

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"Show me your pussy."

The words stopped you in the hallway outside your bedroom door. You recognized the voice, of course. It was your wife's lover. You'd heard that voice a great deal in the two weeks since she'd returned from her long weekend in New York.

"You make me so wet," your wife said.

You inched closer to the door - which was open a crack, as had become customary - and held your breath as you listened with arousal roiling between your legs.

"I can see," he replied. "Use three fingers."

You listened as your wife fingered herself at his instruction. She wasn't just wet. She was soaked, at least based on the sound of it.

"I miss you," she said between moans. "I miss the way you fuck me. I miss your cock."

"I miss you too. I miss your tight, wet pussy. I miss fucking you however I please. I miss cumming inside you."

You yearned to step into the room and watch your wife masturbate. You yearned to crawl between her legs and lick her pussy as she had phone sex with her lover. You yearned to participate, but she wasn't comfortable with that. Not at home. She couldn't bring herself to do anything more than let you listen outside the bedroom door.

"Taste yourself," he instructed.

You closed your eyes and imagined your wife sucking her fingers clean. You heard her moan while doing it. You marveled at the woman she'd become, as she'd never done that sort of thing for you. She'd changed over the course of that weekend in New York, though. He'd unlocked something in her. He'd unleashed a part of her sexuality that had lain dormant but now came out to play whenever she talked with him.

Your only regret was that you remained at arm's length, that she had no interest in bringing cuckolding or domination into your home. Despite that, though, you got healthy doses of arousal by listening to her talk with him, by going down on her while you knew she was thinking of him, by being denied the pleasure of fucking her whenever you desired, for she now limited the frequency of your sexual encounters. She hadn't come out and said exactly why, but you found that omission oddly appealing, mostly because you were certain that he fucked her better and that she found some pleasure in largely saving her pussy for him.

"I've sent you a toy," he said.

"Really?"

"It's a vibrator that I have control of. You'll wear it when I instruct and I decide when it turns on and how fast it vibrates your clit. We'll mostly use it for this kind of thing, though from time to time I'll make you wear it out. I have to admit that I like the idea of you having an orgasm of my choosing while you’re out to dinner with your husband."

Your wife moaned and you imagined sitting across from her at a restaurant while she gripped the edge of the table and tried her best not to show that her clit was being vibrated wildly by a remote-controlled sex toy.

"I've booked your flight, too," he said. "You'll be flying out on a Thursday night in two weeks."

"Thursday?" she asked.

"I want you one day longer. I need you one day longer. I need to spend as much time as possible inside you, enjoying you, satisfying you, satisfying myself."

"I wish I was with you right now."

You reached between your legs but stopped short of masturbating. Your wife had been clear that she didn't want you satisfying yourself when you listened to her and her lover.

"Can I cum?" she asked.

"Yes, you may cum."

Her moans drifted from the bedroom. You leaned against the wall and listened. You imagined her eyes closed, her back arched, her fingers dancing over her clit as she thought of her lover's cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She climaxed and you waited a few moments and walked away, leaving your wife to her intimate time with her lover.

"I wish I was there to make you cum," she said as you stepped away.

"How would you do so?" he asked.

She was quiet for a few moments. "I'd suck your cock."

Your legs wobbled. Your wife wasn't a woman that talked like that. Not to you, at least. She clearly was that kind of woman with him, though, and in that moment jealousy swirled through your body. You propelled yourself down the hallway and out of earshot. You pulled your phone from your pocket and texted Annalise, the nascent domme your wife allowed you to spend time with.

"She just had phone sex with him again. It's the fourth time this week. I haven't cum once in that time. I feel like I'm going out of my mind."

"If only you could fuck her as well as he does," Annalise replied. "Then you'd have been in the bedroom with your cock inside her instead of being banished to the hallway so you don't disturb her."

You knew that was how she'd respond. You were counting on it. She was coming into her own as a domme and she'd discovered that she found pleasure in humiliating you, just as you found pleasure in being humiliated.

"Perhaps I could invite you over for cocksucking practice," she said. "It's been too long since your pretty lips were wrapped around my strapon. You still haven't learned to deepthroat me and I can't very well share your mouth with a man if you don't know how to deepthroat, can I?"

Your balls tingled as you thought of being taken back to the club, of being ordered to use your mouth to pleasure a real cock. In the moment that part of your life felt a million miles from what occurred in your house, but that was the point. Your wife was, in fact, remarkably generous in allowing you to play with Annalise, who found pleasure in dominating you while your wife enjoyed the pleasure of having a wealthy, skilled lover on the other side of the country while you sat in the middle as a happy submissive cuckold serving, in different ways, the needs of two women.

"I want to learn how to deepthroat for you, Annalise," you texted. "I'm sorry I haven't learned yet."

"It makes me happy that you're dedicated to it," she replied. "That you want to be a good cocksucker for me, that you eventually want to end up on your knees with a real man's dick in your mouth while your cock throbs in a tight little chastity cage."

A vivid memory of a man strapped to a spanking bench and taking cock in the ass and mouth filled your head. You remembered how fascinated Annalise had been at the sight of it and you wondered if she someday envisioned you in that position, taking cock in the mouth and ass for her pleasure. The idea was terrifying, and yet you could imagine doing it if it would please your domme, if she'd sit and watch while playing with her pussy, if she'd cum hard as you surrendered your sexuality for her happiness.

"See if your wife needs anything," Annalise texted. "A massage. A nice lunch. A drink. That sort of thing. Tend to her needs and make sure you don't try to inject your desires into the process. I'll text her later to see if she'd be willing to let you come to my place for a few hours of submission."

When your wife emerged from the bedroom you offered to make her lunch and she accepted with a smile.

As per usual, you refrained from asking about her conversation. She almost certainly knew you'd listened, but it wasn't to be spoken about, not unless she was actually with him.

After lunch she welcomed your offer of a massage. You started with her feet and worked your way up her body, spending nearly an hour rubbing her from head to toe. Your reward was that she granted Annalise's request to have you over.

Your wife walked you to the door, kissed you slowly and deeply, affirmed her love for you, and then whispered in your ear that your massage had left her so full of desire that she intended on calling her lover again while you were out. It was more of a mention of your cuckolding than she usually granted you and it left you buzzing as you departed the house and drove to Annalise's apartment.

She answered the door dressed in a black satin robe. You stepped inside and she led you to the bedroom where your chastity device was waiting on her bed. You stripped and put it on without question.

"On your knees," she insisted.

You fell to your knees and were instructed to kiss her feet. You did so without hesitation, showering them with affection as you quickly transitioned into a submissive headspace.

"Is it hard to be denied the pleasures of cuckolding that you crave?" she asked after you'd kissed her feet to her satisfaction. "I know you've spoken of wanting to worship her pussy while she talks to her lover. I know you'd even like to watch as she FaceTimes with him and masturbates. I know she denies you all of that and will likely continue to do so. Is that difficult for you?"

"It is," you answered. "It's like my fantasy is just within reach at all times. She talks to him every other day, sometimes multiple days in a row. She almost always masturbates with him, though he doesn't always let her cum. He texts her multiple times a day and I know she's thinking about him all the time. We haven't had much sex since she got back, but I can't help but want to ask her if she's thinking about him while I'm inside her. Hell, I want to ask if she's thinking about him when I go down on her or give her a massage or finger her until she cums."

Annalise smiled and you were certain you saw arousal in her eyes. "And yet she denies you all of that." She extended her foot and rubbed it over your chastised cock. "You like denial, don't you? You were happy when I had you fitted for that cage. When I made you buy that object of denial so that I would have control over your cock when we were together. You liked wearing it last weekend while you sat on your knees and watched Lindsay fuck me with her strapon."

"I did."

Annalise removed her robe, revealing her naked body. Your eyes roamed over her nude form, admiring her breasts, her taut stomach, and her pussy, which already glistened with desire.

She ran her fingers through your hair, grabbed a handful, and stepped behind you. She pulled back on your hair until you were staring straight up at her.

"Perhaps your wife is more dominant than you think," she said. "She clearly has no trouble denying her husband the pleasure he craves. I suppose it could be pure coincidence, but I think we both know that you're endlessly aroused by the fact that your wife fucks her lover - verbally, at least - multiple times a week while denying you the pleasure that you so clearly crave."

Her fingers moved into your mouth and you sucked them as she pressed her hips forward. You felt her body's warmth against the back of your head and closed your eyes while sinking deeper into your submission.

"It's an act of love on her part to send you to me, you know."

You nodded with her fingers still probing your mouth.

"Most women wouldn't do that. Your wife understands you better than you might think, though. She understands herself, too. She knows she can't dominate you the way you need to be dominated, at least not at home. She can't cuckold you the way you need to be cuckolded. She knows that she needs to protect the sanctity of your home - the delicate balance you maintain as husband and wife - but she also knows that it's not fair that she get what she wants while you get nothing, so she lets you listen. She sends you to me. She gives you enough to make you happy, to thrill you."

Annalise pulled her fingers free and rubbed the saliva on your face and chest. As she bent over, you felt her breasts against your head and smiled at the oddly arousing nature of it.

"I will always be grateful to her," you said. "I will always love her for her willingness to participate in my fantasies in a way that works for her. I will adore her for her willingness to indulge in her own fantasies, too, as I know she enjoys having sex with her lover more than she's ever enjoyed having sex with me. I know that he's unlocked a part of her that I couldn't access and I love that she's actually opened up to that part of herself despite the potential dangers of doing so."

Annalise stepped in front of you and guided you closer to her pussy until your nose was pressed against her pubic hair. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply. Your nose filled with the scent of her desire, though you were fairly certain you detected something else, too.

You leaned back and looked up at her. You could feel the mixture of hope and desire that she must have seen on your face.

"Can you smell it?" she asked.

You nodded.

"He was here a little less than an hour ago. He fucked me twice. His condoms are still in the bathroom trash."

In an instant you were awash in desire. Annalise was a beautiful young woman, so of course she was sexually active. You'd never really thought about it, though. She'd fucked someone else, though. She'd fucked him twice. Another man's cock had been in the pussy that was now inches from your face. Your mouth watered at the prospect of getting to taste her.

"He's the best I've ever had," she said. "And it goes without saying that he's far superior than you would be if I deigned to let your cock out of that cage into my pussy, which I will never, ever do."

"Can I taste you? Can I worship your pussy?"

Annalise smiled. "You can, but not yet. You need to suck cock for me first. You need to suck my strapon. You need to try and throat it. You need to choke on it. You need to show me that you're willing to suffer to become a good cocksucker for me. Then, and only then, can you taste my pussy."

"I'll do a good job. I'll suffer for you. I'll choke on your cock. I will. I want to be a good cocksucker for you, Annalise. I do."

Her laugh was soft and sweet. "I know you do."

Her phone buzzed on her nightstand. She picked it up while you stared at her pussy. You inhaled again and caught the scent of sex. Your dick throbbed in its cage.

"I asked your wife if I could make you cum, assuming you were good for me," she said.

"Really?"

She looked down at you and nodded. "In fact, I asked her if I could use my lover's used condom to jerk you off, if I could make you cum in the manner of a cuckold, of the kind of man that can't fuck a woman worth a damn."

You moaned softly from the sheer pleasure of being talked to like that.

"She gave me permission. Your wife is a very generous woman."

"Yes, she is."

"Stay here."

Annalise walked away and into her closet. She emerged wearing the strapon she'd bought a few weeks ago. She took her place in front of you. She guided the cock between your lips and put a hand on the back of your head.

"Get to work, cocksucker."

You moaned around her cock. You sucked it. You reached up to stroke it. You covered it in your saliva and tried your best to work it deeper into your mouth with every thrust. You really did want to be a good cocksucker for her, in large part because it seemed so obvious that the notion of offering your mouth to a man turned her on like little else.

"Do you ever think about me...I'm sorry if I shouldn't be asking this, but do you ever think about me sucking dick for you?"

She grabbed a tight fistful of your hair and guided her cock back into your mouth. "Keep sucking. Don't stop unless I pull away."

You kept sucking. You tried to take it in your throat. You gagged and pulled back before vomiting.

"I do," she said. "Think about it, that is. Not all the time. Dominating you is a small part of my life, after all. But I do think about it. I think about our visit to the club. I think about the gay couple we met in the locker room. I think about you getting on your knees in front of the dominant member of that couple and begging for the chance to suck his dick while I watch. I think about you giving head, about you humiliating yourself in that manner and doing so for my pleasure. I think about you taking his load in your mouth or on your face. I think about it and I thoroughly enjoy it, if I'm being honest."

As you sucked Annalise's cock, you wondered what your wife would think if you gave a blowjob, if you took a facial. You knew, though, that she was aware of Annalise's plans for you, that she'd given her blessing. Annalise was right. Your wife was remarkably generous. Most women wouldn't have given their permission for someone else to dominate and corrupt their husband so thoroughly.

Your eyes were watering by the end of the strapon blowjob. Your throat burned, too. Your dick was dripping precum, though, a strong sign that you were enjoying yourself, just like any good submissive cocksucker would.

Annalise stripped out of her harness, sat on the edge of her bed, and spread her legs.

"You've earned your reward," she said. "Come and worship the pussy that another man fucked today. The pussy that you will never, ever fuck because a cuck doesn't deserve to fuck a woman as beautiful as me."

You devoured her pussy. You tasted the sex. You tasted the condom. You tasted her juices. More than anything, though, you felt the pleasure of pushing your tongue into the hole that another man's cock - a superior cock, no doubt - had penetrated no more than an hour ago. You could have stayed between her legs all day, bathing your mind in the thrill of licking a pussy that someone else had fucked.

Eventually, though, Annalise had an orgasm. A loud, beautiful orgasm that left her thighs trembling as she grabbed two fistfuls of your hair.

After finishing, she stood and pulled the key to your cage from her nightstand drawer. "Unlock yourself and jerk off."

You did so as she walked away, giving you a lovely view of her ass while you freed your cock and masturbated. Annalise stepped into the bathroom and quickly returned holding two used condoms.

Your dick was hard as a rock by the time she returned to your side. "Stop stroking."

You did so and she promptly slid one of the used condoms over your cock. It was loose on you - her lover was clearly bigger than you - and his cum was still warm.

"Grip your cock at the base to keep the condom on," she instructed.

You did so and Annalise wrapped her fingers around your latex-wrapped cock and began to stroke you slowly. The pleasure was immediate and overwhelming. The intensity of it spoke to the fact that you hadn't cum in quite some time.

"If you want to cum, you'll have to pour the contents of the other condom into your mouth," Annalise said.

"What?"

"You heard me. Either you drink the other condom's cum or you don't get to have an orgasm."

You stared at the used condom on the nightstand. You reached for it as Annalise stroked your dick, which was bathed in a stranger's load.

"Drink it," she said. "It's not like this will be the only time you eat cum. In fact, there's a very good chance you'll be a cum slut before I'm done with you."

The words thrilled you and your cock swelled up in the condom. The notion of being a cum slut was arousing, but the idea of actually doing it right then and there was hard to wrap your head around.

"Pour the cum into your mouth or this handjob ends right now," she said.

You wanted to cum. You had to. So you upended the used condom into your mouth. Lukewarm cum poured onto your tongue. It was disgusting. Beyond disgusting. Annalise stroked you faster, though, and with a tighter grip. Your pleasure deepened. You moaned with a mouthful of cum.

"Swallow," she said softly. "Swallow and show me that you want to be a cum slut for me. Show me that you want to be a cocksucker and a cum slut, that you'll do as you're told even if it grosses you out. Show me that you're willing to do whatever I desire."

You swallowed. The cum burned going down your throat.

An orgasm washed over you as you drank another man's load. It started in your stomach and for a few moments you existed in a place of the purest pleasure. Then you cried out as the climax spread outwards from your loins. You bent over to rest your hands against her bed and prevent yourself from falling over. Annalise cooed softly at your orgasm, seemingly pleased that she'd provided you with such intense pleasure.

You stood after you'd cum. She kissed you on the cheek.

"You can clean up in the bathroom," she said. "Make sure you don't leave any cum on my countertops, though."

"Thank you for the orgasm."

"You're welcome. When you've finished cleaning up, you can put your chastity cage back on. Then you're giving me a massage."

You'd give her a massage and whatever else she desired. Her domination thrilled you, after all, and she deserved whatever pleasures she craved in exchange for making your submissive fantasies a reality in your wife's behalf.