She Needs to be Dominated - Part 5

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Luke had masturbated without permission. He'd done so because he'd been denied an orgasm for two weeks and he hadn't been able to hold out any longer. He'd jerked off while his wife was with her dom.

Shelby had discovered his disobedience within minutes of returning home from her evening with Clay. Luke tried his best to hide the fact that he'd cum, but she discerned the difference in his expected level of arousal and interrogated him as to whether he'd surrendered to his desire and jerked off. He admitted it after just a few questions. He was embarrassed that he'd been so weak.

Shelby informed her dom of Luke's disobedience. He expected a punishment would be forthcoming - the last time he'd disobeyed an instruction he'd been forbidden from seeing his wife naked for quite some time - but he heard nothing as the week went by. The lack of information was more distressing than he'd expected.

Then, on Friday morning, Shelby informed him that she would be staying the weekend at Clay's. She'd be doing to his place directly from work and she wouldn't be coming home until late on Monday evening. She further informed Luke that he would not hear from her all weekend long. Not one text or call. Not one photo sent.

Shelby added that Luke would be expected to remain chaste all weekend long, that he was not allowed to touch his cock in an even remotely sexual manner, that he would instead tend to a long list of chores that she'd come up with to busy himself so he didn't lose control and jerk off without permission.

She gave him a kiss on the cheek, took the suitcase she'd packed, loaded it into her car, and left. Luke knew she'd come back, but he felt terrible as Shelby drove away. It was a little like they were embarking on a trial separation and that he'd driven her deeper into the arms of Clay, who'd come to inhabit a sizable role in Shelby's life. He was, after all, the primary provider of her sexual pleasure and he was exceptionally good at tending to her needs, which made him damn near irresistible to her.

Luke refrained from masturbating over the long weekend. He did every chore on the list Shelby had left him. He did some extras, too, like planting new flowers in the front of the house to spruce up the curb appeal. He put in a few weekend hours at his job - not a requirement, but his boss would appreciate it - mostly to keep his mind off of considering what his wife and her dom were doing all weekend long.

Shelby returned late on Monday evening, as promised. She looked flawlessly beautiful, like she'd put in a great deal of effort on her hair and makeup. She wore a pair of jeans, three inch strappy heels, and a low cut sweater that showed off her cleavage.

"I missed you so much," Luke said as she stepped into the house. "I can't even describe it."

Shelby smiled, stepped into his arms, and held him close. He ran his hands over the back of the sweater and let his fingers come to rest on her lower back. She leaned back just a little and her lips found his for a kiss. Her tongue moved into his mouth and he savored her taste and the way she moaned so softly. He pulled her closer and his erection pressed into her stomach as the passion of the kiss deepened.

"I missed you too," she whispered.

"How was your weekend?"

Shelby stepped away and gestured towards her suitcase. Luke grabbed it and followed his wife towards the bedroom.

"My weekend was blissful, Luke. It really was. It was like going on a kinky vacation. I spent the entire time in subspace. Even when Clay took me out to dinner on both Friday and Saturday night I was in subspace. He's quite a masterful dom. I'm so grateful that I get to serve him, that I get to tend to his needs, to his pleasure."

Once in the bedroom, Shelby took off her jeans and sweater, though she kept the heels on, which Luke loved.

"Take your clothes off," she said.

Luke undressed as his wife watched. He left his clothes in a pile on the floor and stepped into her arms for another kiss, this one slower and deeper than the first. She took his cock in her hand and stroked him slowly as he throbbed with desire.

"I should thank you," Shelby said.

"For what?"

Her smile was soft and sweet. "For your disobedience. Had you done as you were told and refrained from masturbating, I wouldn't have spent the weekend serving my dom. I wouldn't have gotten to live as his submissive for three whole days. I wouldn't have discovered that spending more time in the thrall of that glorious man is even more pleasurable than a session of just a few hours."

Luke wasn't sure what to say, so he refrained from saying anything.

"Clay sent me home with instructions to suck your cock, Luke," she said. "To deepthroat you, in fact. To swallow your cum. Would you like that?"

He nodded vigorously.

They moved into the bed and Shelby got on top. She kissed his neck and Luke closed his eyes as his wife's soft lips worked their way down his body. He looked down as she engulfed his cock in her mouth and met her gaze. Her fingers encircled his shaft as she offered a blowjob unlike any he'd ever experienced. Her mouth was wet and warm and tight around his cock. Her tongue moved in slow circles around the head and then he pushed into her throat. She barely gagged, too, which he took to mean that she'd been practicing and likely doing so with her dom's cock.

"Oh my fucking god, Shelby...do you suck Clay's cock like this?"

She slowly pulled back until his dick had departed her mouth. Then she smiled, kissed the head, and said, "I do. He makes me suck his dick for half an hour at a time and he punishes me if I make him cum before the thirty minutes is up. He makes me suck toys, too, while he watches or busies himself doing other things around the house. He says a submissive's mouth is her greatest asset and that she must be prepared to offer it for long periods of time to please her dom's cock or the cock of any man her dom shares her with."

"Did he share you?"

Shelby smiled. "He's sharing me with you right now, Luke." She took the head of his dick in her mouth and sucked hard while holding his gaze. "My body no longer belongs to you. It belongs to him. He tells me what to do with it. You should be grateful to him for sharing my mouth with you."

"Did he share you with someone else?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No, but if he chooses to have me service another man, I'll do so without hesitation. I'll offer my mouth or my pussy or my ass. I'm his submissive, Luke, and a good sub serves without question, especially when she trusts her dom implicitly, and Clay has earned my trust."

Luke's cock disappeared into her throat and he knew his orgasm wasn't far behind. He didn't want to be turned on by the idea of Clay sharing his wife with other men, but he couldn't deny what he felt in that moment. His pleasure was heightened. His cock throbbed in her throat. His balls had tightened against his body. His loins tingled. He was exceptionally close to cumming.

"Shelby, I'm close!" he announced.

She pulled back and worked the head with her lips and tongue. He exploded in her mouth, grunting and groaning and writhing in the bed as he gripped the sheets and closed his eyes tight while cum poured into her mouth.

When he finished, Luke opened his eyes and saw his wife approaching him. Her face hovered above his for a few moments before she pressed her lips against his. He opened his mouth because he knew what was expected of him. Shelby fed Luke his load and he took every drop of it. He swallowed because he wasn't about to be disobedient, not after he'd been rewarded with a stunning blowjob.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Shelby asked after feeding him every bit of his load.

"I did," he replied. "Do you think it would be okay if I sent Clay a text to thank him?"

"I think he'd like that very much, Luke."

Luke hopped out of bed, grabbed his phone from his pants pocket, and sent a quick text to thank Clay for the blowjob he'd just enjoyed from his wife. He felt the humiliation of doing so, but he wasn't bothered by it. He'd offered his submission to Clay on several occasions and this was yet another example of doing so.

"You're welcome," Clay replied. "You won't receive another blowjob for quite some time, but you deserved to experience a small fraction of the pleasure your wife's body offered me this weekend."

Luke set his phone on the nightstand and turned towards Shelby, who'd opened her suitcase and seemed to be looking for something.

"Ah, here it is," she said.

Shelby pulled a small black bag from her suitcase and tugged at the string that held it shut. She reached inside and pulled out the pieces of a male chastity device. Luke had never seen one in person, but it was a cock-shaped metal prison so there was no doubt in his mind that it was a device designed to restrict erections.

Without saying a word, Shelby approached, set the pieces on the bed, and grabbed Luke's cock and balls. She pulled him close and affixed the silver ring to the base of his genitals.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Shelby said nothing as she maintained a tight grip on his balls, ensuring he remained still. She then affixed the remaining pieces of the chastity device to his genitals and locked it in place.

"Perfect," she said.

"No, not perfect."

Shelby looked up. "This is the true cost of having masturbated, Luke. I suppose you might be able to get off using a vibrator while you're locked in this device, but I'd be surprised. Instead, you won't be able to get off or even get hard unless Clay gives permission since he has the key."

"What? What if there's an emergency?"

"Then we'll get the key from him. Otherwise, he keeps it. He controls your cock. He controls your pleasure. This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't been disobedient, but you were so now our dom controls your dick."

Luke nearly missed the most important part of her last sentence. It took a few seconds for it to register, but he caught it. "I'm sorry, did you say our dom?"

Shelby gripped his caged cock and balls and smiled. "You surrendered to him long ago, Luke. It felt small at the time - you granted one simple request of his - but you surrendered the moment you did that. You’ve since surrendered to every request he's made. I know you tell yourself that you're not his submissive, that you're doing it because you want to make me happy, that you're just going along for the ride because it's fun, but the truth is that Clay made you his submissive that night in the restaurant when you agreed to let him decide if you got to fuck me and then drank your cum at his request. We're both his now, Luke. You can deny it all you want, but it's reality."

Luke looked down at his caged cock. His first instinct was to rebel, to drive over to Clay's, to demand the key, to demand that his wife stop seeing her dom. But, as he stared at genitals - which Shelby still held in her hand - it felt so obvious that every word she'd said was true. It had been a fairly slow process, but he'd absolutely surrendered to Clay over and over again. He'd offered his submission and for the most part he'd found pleasure in it, as strange as that was to consider.

"Let me take a picture for our dom," she said.

Shelby retrieved her phone, cupped Luke's cock and balls once more, and snapped a picture.

"He knew you'd accept your chastity, of course," she said with a smile. "He knew you were his the moment you surrendered in the restaurant. He slow played it because he knows that most men struggle deeply with the idea of submitting to a man, but he dominated you just as easily as he dominates me, Luke."

It was embarrassing to consider, but Luke offered no argument.

"Now that you're caged your submission will accelerate," she said. "At least that's what Clay says. Now that you've fully surrendered, now that you've embraced that your cock belongs to him, that you, in one very important way, belong to him, that you'll embrace your true self without much in the way of argument or resistance."

"My true self?"

She kissed him on the cheek. "Your submissive self, Luke. As it turns out, we're the same. That's why it was so hard for you to dominate me. That's why you didn't enjoy it. You want to be on the receiving end of domination. You want to be put on your knees and made to watch as Clay fucks my holes. You want to be made to service my pussy after he uses it. You want to be made to service his cock before he puts it inside me."

"No, I don't."

She smiled, leaned in, and softly kissed his neck. "Yes, you do," she whispered. "You might not know it yet, but you do, my love. You want that and you'll obey when Clay orders you to fluff his cock before he fucks me. You'll obey when he orders both of us to our knees so he can cum on our faces and make us lick his load off of each other before we share deep, beautiful kisses that taste of his precious seed."

Luke's head was spinning. He didn't want any of that. He didn't agree to any of that.

"Don't worry. Clay says that the longer you remain in chastity, the more submissive you'll feel. After a few weeks you'll be begging to fluff him just so you can indulge in the pleasure of witnessing my orgasms as he dominates me with his dick, as he fucks my mouth and pussy, as he pounds me until I'm begging for the privilege of having an orgasm while he's deep inside me."

Shelby put a hand on the top of his head.

"Now get on your knees and eat my fucking pussy, Luke," she said sharply. "Clay gave me permission to use your mouth as much as I want tonight, and I intend on cumming at least three or four times."

Despite the many misgivings he felt about his current situation, Luke fell to his knees and worshiped his wife's pussy, for there was pleasure in that. He did so as many times as she wanted that night, all while trying his best not to think about everything she'd spoken of with regards to his submission to Clay.

Surely Luke wouldn't be the kind of man that fluffed a cock before it fucked his wife. Surely he wouldn't take a facial and share cum kisses with Shelby. Surely he wasn't as submissive as she insisted he was. Surely he could go a few weeks without an orgasm and resist the urge to fully humiliate himself.

At least he thought that was the case. As it would turn out, Luke was wrong about himself and Clay knew him far better than he imagined possible.