The Journey of a Submissive Cuckold - Part 6

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"I just had sex in the backseat of a $200,000 car," your wife texted soon after her flight was supposed to have touched down. "Really good sex, in fact. We're heading to his apartment now. His cum is leaking into my panties. I had an orgasm but I already want another one. I can't help but hope that he'll fuck me again before we go out for dinner."

The message produced angst, of course. Not only had the sex been good but she'd pointed out that he drove a remarkably expensive car, the cost of which would surpass your yearly salary.

There was arousal alongside that angst, though. Of course there was. Your wife was going to spend the weekend cuckolding you with a hugely desirable man. She was going to have lots of sex and take many loads of his cum into her pussy. She was going to come home thoroughly satisfied and your eagerness to be a submissive cuckold would have been the driving force behind her pleasure.

Though you would have enjoyed masturbating to the idea of your wife having sex in another man's car, you'd been forbidden from doing so. It wasn't your wife that was in control of your orgasms that weekend, though. It was Annalise, the young woman from the lingerie store that had enjoyed your eagerness to kiss her feet. She'd arranged to play with you over the weekend, to explore her desire to dominate a man and your wife had agreed to give Annalise control so that she could fully enjoy the delight of dominating a good submissive.

Annalise showed up at your door at 7 p.m. on Friday night. She wore a pair of stylish knee high leather boots, fishnet tights, a black leather skirt, and a red tank top that fit like a glove.

"Wow," you said. "You look so different. So beautiful, too."

She smiled and stepped into the house as you moved aside.

"Can I get you a drink or some food?"

"No. That won't be necessary. We're going out, actually, so gather your keys and wallet. You'll be driving."

"Oh, uh, okay."

You gathered your things, locked up the house, and headed for the car. You made a beeline for the passenger door to open it for Annalise and caught a glimpse of her fishnet-clad thigh as she sat down.

Once behind the wheel you asked, "Where are we going?"

"I'll give you directions."

She could easily have put the address into your phone, but she clearly took pleasure in denying you even a hint of where you were going. Your destination was out of town, though, and far from the beautiful suburban neighborhood you and your wife had chosen when seeking your forever home.

"We're almost there," Annalise said as you drove through a neighborhood you might have described as seedy if you'd been asked your opinion. The buildings were older and most were run down. Some of the people walking the streets struck you as the sort that were intimately familiar with the harder version of life that involved physical altercations, attempted muggings, and aggressive outbursts meant largely to scare off would be predators. In other words, it was not somewhere you'd ever choose to go and you were surprised - stunned, even - that Annalise spent any time in that sort of area.

"Pull into the parking lot on the right," she instructed. "Park anywhere."

You found a space with little effort and in front of you was the back of a nondescript building with no windows and just one door. The concrete wall was decorated with graffiti lacking any coherent artistic vibe.

"Put this on," Annalise said.

You turned and saw a thin leather collar in her hand. Your hands remained on the steering wheel as you stared at the object that you'd always associated with pets.

"I'm sorry...but what is this place? What are we doing tonight?"

She rested the collar on her knee and reached over to take your hand in hers. "We're meeting a friend of mine. She's into the kind of kink play that you seem to be into, that I think I'm into. She does it both personally and professionally and she says that this club is the best place to learn about this lifestyle and have some fun while doing it. I've never been and I imagine the same is true for you."

"Right," you said.

"I'm a little nervous and I bet you are too."

You nodded.

"Sometimes it's good to be nervous, to be scared, even, and to do the things that scare you, so that's what we're going to do. You're going to wear this collar to signal that you're submissive." Annalise reached into her handbag and pulled out a thin leash. "Once we're inside, I'm going to attach this leash to your collar and it's going to signal that you belong to me. Apparently, anyone who wants to play with you will require my permission to do so if I'm holding your leash."

It felt like too much, like you'd jumped into the impossibly deep end of the submissive pool and were guaranteed to drown. "I don't know about this. I'm sorry, I just don't know about this."

Annalise smiled, picked up the collar, and placed it in your hand. "Put it on. Right now. You're mine this weekend. Your wife gave you to me. If you respect her authority, you'll respect mine too and put that collar on so I can take you inside and we can have some fun."

"What kind of fun?"

"I have no idea. That's the thrilling part."

You ran your fingers over the collar. The leather felt soft and the metal ring that the leash would attach to was small and sturdy as you tugged on it. You took a deep breath and attached the collar to your neck, fastening it around back. The fit was snug and it felt soft against your skin.

Annalise reached into her bag and pulled out a small metal lock. "Turn away from me."

You did so and she affixed the lock to the back of the collar, ensuring that you'd wear it until she set you free. You turned back and before you could react she'd attached the leash, as well.

"I know I said I would put it on inside, but I couldn't wait. I like the idea of leading you through the parking lot on a leash. Now get out."

You got out of the car with the leash dangling at your side. Annalise took her handbag and followed. She came around the front of the car and grabbed the leash. She walked ahead and you followed, feeling both submissive and massively self-conscious.

A scowling mountain of a man stood at the door with his arms crossed. He towered over you as you approached and you couldn't bear to meet his gaze.

"Welcome," he said in a far friendlier tone than you'd expected. He opened the door and Annalise led you inside.

You stepped into a small, surprisingly well-lit room with a woman sitting behind a counter.

"Two?" she asked.

Annalise nodded. "And a locker rental, please."

The woman smiled, looked at you, and then turned to a touch screen monitor. "That'll be $250."

Annalise looked at you and for a moment you were dumbfounded. "Oh, right," you said. "Sorry."

You pulled out your credit card and paid the exorbitant fee. Annalise was handed a receipt and the woman behind the counter gestured towards the only other door in the room and Annalise led you through it.

You stepped into what first struck you as a country club locker room, albeit with much darker lighting and pulsing music playing at a low volume. Annalise tugged on your leash and you followed as she made her way to your assigned locker, studied the receipt, and punched in a code.

Four lights above the keypad turned green and Annalise opened the locker. "Strip," she said.

"What?"

She tugged on the leash. "I know this is new for you and you're probably scared, but it's going to be a lot less fun if you question every single then I tell you to do. Do you think you could act like the submissive you purport to be and simply do as you're told? It's not as if you should get to dictate how things unfold, right? That's not how this is supposed to work."

She had a good point, so you stripped and resolved to try and do as you were told without questioning every little thing she said. You suspected that would prove difficult, as merely removing your clothes proved difficult, especially since another couple showed up right as you were unbuttoning your shirt.

"Hi," Annalise said as two young men walked towards their locker.

Both of the young men looked at you and they both glanced at the collar and the leash. Only then did they turn their attention to Annalise. "He looks nervous," one of the young men said.

"It's our first time," she explained. "And his wife actually loaned me to him for the weekend. She's in New York getting fucked by a hedge fund millionaire for the next handful of days and she wants her sub husband to have a good time too."

Both young men looked at you once more. You'd stopped undressing by that point, in no small part because of the discomfort you felt at being watched.

"Do you need help with that?" the dark-haired young man asked as he gestured to your shirt. "Because I'd be happy to help."

"Uh, no, thank you, I'm good."

You resumed stripping as they did the same. Both of them watched as you removed each article of clothing and set it inside the locker.

"Underwear too," Annalise said as you stood there in your boxers.

Your instinct was to question her. You said nothing, though. The two young men standing just a few feet away were now down to their underwear as well.

"Shall we all do it at the same time?" one of them asked.

You laughed and nodded. All at once you lowered your underwear, leaving the three of you naked in the locker room. One of the young men, though, had on a chastity cage. You'd seen them online before. You knew that cuckolds sometimes wore them. You'd entertained fantasies of being made to wear one by your wife, but you'd never mentioned it as you assumed she would have dismissed the idea without giving it a second thought.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

You realized you'd been staring and your face reddened with embarrassment. "Sorry. That was...sorry I was staring."

He smiled. "It's okay."

"He's my submissive, in case you haven't already guessed," the uncaged young man said before reaching over and cupping the smooth balls and caged cock of his submissive. "The cage keeps him very well-behaved, especially when it's been a few weeks since he's cum. He's downright desperate to do as he's told as he knows that his only chance of a release is if he's a very good boy."

"That's incredible," Annalise said with genuine awe in her voice. "I never would have thought to do something like that."

"Your sub has thought about it," the dominant young man said.

"Is that true?"

You looked at Annalise and nodded. "I've seen them online. Cuckolds sometimes wear them. I've read about the desperation that comes from being caged, the submissive feeling it helps generate. It always sounded intriguing."

The dominant young man smiled and reached into the bag he'd set on the bench before they stripped. His hand emerged holding a cage just like the one his submissive wore. "I'd be happy to let you borrow this one for the night. It's never been worn, actually. I brought it as an extra just in case anything happened with his, but in truth he's never broken out of the cage so I'd be more than happy to let you lock up your subby."

Annalise took the cage from him and held it up. She had a look of genuine wonder on her face as she studied it. "Do you have the key?"

He reached into the bag once more and his hand emerged holding the key. Annalise took it, slipped it into the cage's lock, and opened it up.

"Put it on," she instructed. "Now."

The young men watched as you took the chastity device and placed it on your cock. You felt an instant surge of arousal as a sense of submission washed over you. Annalise locked the cage and just like that your dick was destined to remain soft until she gave you permission to get hard.

Annalise cupped your caged cock and balls and you felt a hint of pain as your shaft attempted to grow. You groaned at the ache but the smile on her face more than made up for any discomfort.

"This is incredible," she said.

"Isn't it?" the dominant young man replied. "I'm Jake, by the way. My sub's name is Dallas."

Annalise handled your introductions and handshakes were offered as you stood there wearing a collar, leash, and cock cage. It was a surreal experience to meet new people under those circumstances, and yet the excitement was undeniable.

"So, pardon the clichéd nature of this question, but do you guys come here often?" Annalise asked.

"Absolutely," Jake replied. "We come often enough that we just bought the yearly membership."

"Membership?"

He nodded. "A onetime fee gets you unlimited access and a permanent locker. It's a great deal if you come just a few times a month, and we come more than that. We like playing in front of other people and we like involving others in our play and this is safe place for all of that."

"If you don't mind me asking, what sort of play are you guys into?" Annalise asked.

"I like making him serve other men," Jake explained as he cupped Dallas's cock and balls once more. "He has no gag reflex and I enjoy watching him surrender his mouth to a man, especially one with a nice big cock that can stretch his pretty lips. Plus, every now and then I like to watch him get fucked by someone else. There's just something so thrilling about the look on his face as someone else uses his tight little ass for their pleasure."

It sounded like a cousin to cuckolding to you, though you suspected that Jake wasn't turned on by the same things you were. He seemed to find pleasure in his ability to control Dallas's holes, to make him serve men as he desired.

"I like fucking straight guys, too," Jake added, "so if you'd like to make your sub take a cock in the ass, I'd be more than happy to offer mine."

Your asshole tightened reflexively at the mention of anal sex and your head whipped towards Annalise. You tried not to look panicked, but you felt it. You wanted to be a good submissive, but you couldn't imagine going so far as to get fucked by a man.

"He's not ready for that," she said. "But if things go well tonight there's a chance he and I might be long term play partners. His wife's not really into the day to day domination of him. She's found her joy in getting to fuck a far superior man, but I don't think she'd find true joy in the sort of fun we're going to have tonight, so perhaps a few months from now he'll be ready to bend over and take it up the ass while I play with my pussy."

Your cock stirred unexpectedly in its cage and you looked down as if it had betrayed you.

"If you need anything once you're inside, don't hesitate to come and find us," Jake said.

"Thank you so much," Annalise replied.

"Oh, and don't be nervous in there. Everyone I've met here is really nice. Some of them are playing the role of someone not so nice and can come off a little scary at first, but everyone in there is here to explore their sexual desires to the fullest, so as long as you're doing the same thing you'll find people more than willing to help."

With that, Jake and Dallas walked off. Annalise turned to you, cupped your chastised cock and balls, and smiled.

"Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

She took hold of the leash - Dallas hadn't been wearing one, so they clearly weren't necessary for subs - and then led you in the same direction your new friends had gone.

You spotted a big red door beyond the lockers and heard the thumping bass of what sounded like club music on the other side. Your heart pounded as you marveled at how quickly your submission had gone so far beyond watching your wife and her wealthy lover have sex in a Vegas hotel room.

"Let's have some fun," Annalise said as she pushed against the red door and stepped into a dark hallway with you following close behind.

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You met Lindsay - Annalise's friend that had recommended the club - not long after entering the bar area. She looked like the stereotypical vision of a domme - in a good way - in thigh high boots, black latex shorts, and a long sleeve black latex top. Her long hair was pulled into a tight ponytail and her eyes were ringed with dark makeup that enhanced her already intimidating vibe.

Lindsay became your guide, showing you and Annalise the club's various sections. There were three floors, as it turned out, and the higher you went the kinkier things seemed to get. The first floor was largely for softer play - as Lindsay termed it - and you witnessed spanking, boot licking, ass worship, spit play, pissing, and a few other activities, though you did note the occasional administration of oral sex.

The second floor featured private rooms for play built around the pursuit of orgasms, including penetration of all varieties and pleasure administered by mouths, fingers, cocks, and toys.

The third floor was reserved for harder play including painful punishments and penetrations. You didn't visit the third floor as Lindsay explained it was really only for those with more advanced tastes.

Instead, you began your night with a drink at the bar as Lindsay explained that anyone that got too drunk was removed from the club. You did a little dancing - wearing your collar, leash, and cock cage - and at one point found yourself between Lindsay and Annalise as they both ground their bodies on you. It didn't take long to realize that they were doing so to turn you on, to make your cock throb in its cage, to fill your body with the ache that followed the denial of your erection.

After dancing, Lindsay and Annalise got another round of drinks - none for you - and you left the bar to find a play space.

Lindsay led you to a room where a man was facedown on a bench wrapped in leather. He was naked and his wrists and ankles were bound by soft cuffs that kept him place. A woman in boots, tight shorts, and a leather tank top held a paddle in her hand.

"May we watch?" Lindsay asked.

The woman nodded and Lindsay and Annalise sat on the padded bench at the far side of the room. You moved to do the same but were ordered to your knees on the concrete floor. It was uncomfortable, but you understood that the evening was not about your comfort.

You all watched as the man received a painful paddling. You took note of the woman, who seemed to find intense pleasure in bringing the paddle down on his ass with great force. Her eyes lit up each time he groaned in pain. She would hit him once or twice and then walk around him. She lifted his head a handful of times and pressed his face between her legs. He licked her pussy through her shorts, though you couldn't imagine it provided her with much pleasure. Perhaps, though, she was turned on enough that even a small level of pressure was enough to excite her.

"Would you like a turn?" she asked at one point.

"I would," Annalise replied.

She handed you her drink, stood, and took the paddle from the woman. Annalise held it against his ass, pulled back, and brought it down on his vulnerable flesh. You watched her face. You saw it light up with desire. You saw her smile with delight, too.

"Do you ever fuck him?" Lindsay asked as Annalise continued to spank the man bound to the bench.

"I have a strapon at home," the woman answered. "We're working our way up to him getting fucked at the club while people watch. He's not there yet, though. He will be soon, but he's not there yet."

You imagined the man bound to the bench getting fucked in that position. Then you imagined yourself enduring that same experience. You imagined Annalise, Lindsay, and your wife taking turns on you. It was terrifying and thrilling at the same time.

Annalise handed the paddle back to the woman and returned to the bench. "I'm wet," she said to Lindsay. "That was incredible."

"You can have him worship your pussy on the first floor. There are very few hard and fast rules here. Just general suggestions that people are usually more than happy to comply with. We don't want to overwhelm newcomers with the truly freaky stuff on the first floor, but no one's going to object to a paddling or a beautiful woman getting her pussy worshiped by a caged and collared toy on a leash."

Annalise gathered your leash in her hand and pulled you between her legs. You crawled like a good pet, looked up at her, and asked, "May I worship your pussy?"

She nodded and you pushed her skirt up. She'd smartly worn her panties over the fishnet tights and you pulled them aside and leaned in. You worshiped her slick pussy as you listened to a stranger take a paddling. You listened to her beautiful moans and looked up to see her eyes closed and her lips parted.

"You look so beautiful like that," Lindsay noted. "A new domme discovering the pleasures of being in control, of having your needs met by a willing partner in kink."

Your cock throbbed in its cage. Annalise opened her eyes and turned to her friend. Lindsay leaned a little closer and remained still for a few moments.

"Kiss me," Annalise said.

You watched the two women share a slow, deep kiss while worshiping pussy. You watched their tongues entwine and once again marveled at how quickly you'd gone from dipping your toe into kinky waters with your wife to being in a kink sex club with a beautiful woman you barely knew.

Annalise had an orgasm while those thoughts danced through your head. She pulled hard on the leash - hard enough that it hurt a little - but your dick throbbed in its cage despite the pain. It throbbed because you'd been a good submissive, because you'd served her pussy and given her an orgasm while she made out with her friend.

"Fuck...that was really fucking hot," she said.

"I'm glad," Lindsay replied.

"Do you want him to make you cum?"

Lindsay looked at you and smiled. "No. To be honest, I like to cum while I'm fucking someone with my strapon or while I have a fat cock inside me."

Annalise smiled. "It is nice to get fucked by a fat cock, isn't it?"

They both laughed before Lindsay looked at you and asked, "I take it he's not blessed with anything especially impressive between his legs?"

"No. If he was I'm pretty sure his wife wouldn't be offering herself up as another man's sexual plaything for the weekend. Her lover is wealthy, but money doesn't make your pussy wet. A nice big cock attached to a gorgeous man does, though, and she's going to spend the next few days getting all the dick she can handle while her hubby plays with me."

"Why don't we go upstairs?" Lindsay asked. "He can watch someone get fucked. Me, maybe. He can think about his wife getting pounded in the same way."

You left the woman spanking her husband and went to the second floor. Lindsay noted that if the door to a private room was open that it doubled as an invitation to come inside and watch. She popped her head into a few rooms, most of which had some sort of sexual activity unfolding in them.

You caught a glimpse of a woman taking two men at the same time. You saw a guy sucking dick while a woman knelt behind him and pushed on the back of his head. You saw a man cuffed to a bench getting fucked by a strapon.

Then you saw Jake. He was getting his dick sucked by a man strapped to a bench like on the first floor. You assumed it was Dallas, but you couldn't see his face or his cock. There was a man standing behind him fucking him in the ass. He was moaning quite loudly as he was used from both ends.

"Hey!" Jake said as he recognized you and Annalise. "Does your sub want to taste my cock?"

He pulled out of Dallas's mouth and stroked his impressively long and thick shaft. You stared at it as fear coursed through your body. You weren't sure what you would do if Annalise told you to step into the room and suck it.

"Tempting," she said. "Truly tempting. He's not ready for it, though. Not yet."

Jake smiled and slipped his dick back into Dallas's mouth as relief washed over you.

Lindsay led you further into the second floor and eventually found a room with a bed. It had black latex sheets on it - easier to clean, you imagined - and a woman wearing boots, stockings, and little else was on her back with her legs spread. Between her legs was a tall, muscular, naked man. His cock was inside her. He was fucking her with furious pace. On his knees next to the bed was a hooded man. His hands were cuffed behind his back and his cock was in a chastity cage just like yours.

Lindsay stepped into the room. You and Annalise followed.

"On your knees," Annalise instructed.

You fell to your knees on the opposite side of the bed from the hooded and handcuffed man. The woman in the bed was remarkably beautiful and roughly the same age as your wife. Her energy was focused on the man inside her. She moaned for him and ran her fingers over his well-muscled chest and impressive arms.

"Cum in me," she urged him. "Cum in my cunt!"

He smiled. "It's not your cunt. You know that."

She moaned. "No, it's not. I'm sorry. It's yours. It's your cunt. It belongs to you!"

He fucked her harder. He leaned forward and reached out to slap the hooded man across the face.

"You pathetic bitch," he said. "This is what happens when you can't satisfy your wife. You end up on your knees with a fucking hood on your head and a cage around your cock as another man takes her cunt from you. You end up being cucked in the most pathetic way imaginable just so you can learn exactly how pathetic you are."

"Cum in me!" she screamed. "Fuck...please...cum in me!"

You felt hands in your hair. You turned to see Lindsay standing next to you. Her shorts were around her knees and her pussy was inches from your mouth. She pulled your lips to her labia and you went to work.

"Fuck," she said. "This is so fucking hot I couldn't resist."

You ate her pussy as the man fucking the beautiful married woman came inside her. She came the moment he began to grunt and groan and you imagined that she wasn't permitted to orgasm until he'd done so. You smiled at the notion. You thought of your wife on her back, of her lover's cock inside her, of her telling him that he fucked her so much better than you, that her pussy belonged to him now.

"Would he like to clean me?" you heard someone asked.

"Really?" Annalise replied.

"My cuck doesn't deserve the pleasure of cleaning a real man's cum from my pussy. He was a very naughty boy and he masturbated this week without permission. That's why he's hooded and cuffed. If you could see his ass you'd see that it was black and blue from the beating I gave him when we got here. He loves cleaning my pussy, which is precisely why he won't be doing it tonight. It would be even more of a punishment if another cuck was allowed to clean me, so yes, I'd love it if you let yours dine on my messy cunt."

Lindsay stepped back. She hadn't cum, but you suspected she wasn't upset about that given her stated preference for orgasms during penetration.

"If you don't mind," she said, "I'm going to find someone to fuck me."

Annalise nodded and they kissed again - to your amazement - before Lindsay left.

Annalise looked down at you, smiled, and said, "Clean her pussy, cuck. Every drop. To her satisfaction."

You heard the masked man plead, though his words were muffled. His wife was clearly right, though. He didn't like the idea of another man cleaning her pussy.

The woman in the bed shifted her body until her pussy was facing you. Annalise handed her your leash and she pulled you between your legs. Your forearms rested against the latex sheet on the bed as you plunged your tongue into her pussy without giving it a second thought.

It was, in a way, a cuckold's dream and your dick throbbed because of it. It was also hugely humiliating to be eating a stranger's cum from a stranger's pussy. That was the point of the club, though. You were playing with likeminded people. You were exploring your desires with them. You were subjecting yourself to humiliation because that's what turned you on. It did, too. Your dick tried in vain to get hard and you grappled with the intense pain for the entirety of the cum cleaning experience.

The woman in the bed had an orgasm while you were cleaning her. You suspected it was at least in part to further punish her cuckold, who moaned uncomfortably behind his leather hood as his wife climaxed on your tongue.

Once she'd finished she handed your leash back to Annalise and thanked her for the use of your mouth.

"Thank you for letting me clean you," you said before turning to Annalise. "And thank you for loaning me to her. Truly."

She smiled and caressed your face. "You're welcome. Now, let's go find Lindsay and watch her get fucked. Then I think I'm going to beat your ass a little. It looked too fun downstairs. After that I might just have Lindsay fuck me with her strapon. I'm in a very naughty mood tonight, as it turns out, and I think I might be a great deal kinkier than I ever imagined possible."

You followed Annalise out of the room and felt a huge wave of gratitude wash over you. Gratitude for your wife for being willing to explore the notion of cuckolding you and for being willing to let Annalise dominate you in a way your wife wasn't especially interested in doing. Then of course there was gratitude for the younger woman you'd be submitting to all weekend, for it seemed that she'd taken to domination with ease and was prepared to ensure that you both had a hell of a good time over the next few days...and with any luck, for many days in the future.