An Unusual Punishment

For a week - a long, difficult week - things had been chilly between Rory and his wife Sloane. He'd disappointed her by disregarding one of the simplest rules of their marriage, with that rule being that he would not cum without her permission.

Her anger - as she explained it - stemmed from the fact that it had been the first rule she'd instituted upon agreeing to dominate her husband and to make his sexual fantasies come to life in doing so. Sloane had been clear - on countless occasions - that it was also the most important rule, that it was the rule from which her domination stemmed and that to disregard that rule would be a massive violation of trust.

Rory had disobeyed his wife's rule once...and then several more times. He'd so thoroughly enjoyed masturbating that he surrendered to his selfish desires and stroked himself to a handful of orgasms over the course of a week.

Sloane had discovered his disobedience because his submission had suffered. Robbed of the arousal that usually accompanied being denied an orgasm, he proved himself to be less eager to submit despite it being his stated desire to live in a marriage where his wife had control. He hadn't lost all his submissiveness, of course, but Sloane had noticed a hint of hesitation where there used to be only great desire to do exactly as she wanted.

In the week since Rory had confessed to masturbating, Sloane hadn't spoken to him all that often, and when she spoke to him it was typically to convey necessary information, though some of that arrived via text.

It was a week of agony for Rory. Not once did Sloane dominate him. Not once did she let him serve her in any way despite his repeated efforts to do so. Not once did she cuckold him despite his attempts to arrange a date with one of her bulls.

Rory hadn't masturbated all week. He'd regretted his selfish masturbatory slip-ups all week, too, and had apologized countless times. Sloane listened each time, but she never responded. Instead, she'd simply walk away. It was an effective way of making Rory suffer, as he felt only the purest agony when his wife turned her back on him.

Then, early on Saturday afternoon, Rory receive a text: "Go to the bedroom. Sit in the chair at the foot of the bed."

Rory leapt to his feet and practically ran to the bedroom. He sat in the sturdy, handmade wooden chair that Sloane's father had gifted them for their wedding. It was the chair he sometimes sat in when he was cuckolded in their home.

Rory sat and excitement coursed through his body. Perhaps his punishment was over. Perhaps his wife was going to show that she'd accepted his numerous apologies by cuckolding him.

Sloane emerged from their walk-in closet in pink leggings, a matching sports bra, and sneakers. Rory stared at her lithe, athletic body and his loins stirred as he imagined another man undressing her and fucking her in their marital bed.

He stared with such intent that he failed to notice that Sloane carried four zip ties in her hand. He noticed once they were affixed around his wrists, though. It wasn't the first time Sloane had put him in bondage to cuckold him so Rory knew better than to fight it. He remained still and inhaled the scent of her perfume, which was utterly intoxicating.

When she'd finished binding him to the chair, Sloane walked out of the bedroom without saying a word. Rory listened and he was certain he heard his wife open the front door. A few minutes later he was equally certain that she'd left, that she'd put him in bondage and left.

An hour passed before Sloane returned and when she did, Rory was less convinced that he'd been forgiven. He listened for signs that she was coming to the bedroom to free him from his bondage, but there were none. He heard a glass being removed from a cabinet. He heard the refrigerator open a few times. He heard the TV come on.

Another half hour passed before the doorbell rang. Rory's mind raced with possibilities. Perhaps she was going to have sweaty sex as she cuckolded him with an athletic bull. Perhaps she was going to indulge in cruelty and invite one of her lifestyle friends over to tease Rory as he remained bound to the chair. Perhaps she'd simply ordered delivery and his punishment was going to be to remain in bondage all day as his wife spent her Saturday being perfectly normal.

Rory couldn't quite make out what Sloane was saying, but it sounded like she'd invited someone over. It sounded like a man, though he didn't have an especially deep voice.

It was hard to be certain, but Rory thought he recognized a very specific tone in his wife's voice. The sort of tone she used when dominating him. The tone she used to issue instructions, especially when there was an erotic element to the domination. It baffled him. As far as Rory knew, Sloane had only ever used that tone with him as he'd been the only person she'd ever dominated.

Rory's world shifted a few minutes later. Sloane stepped into the bedroom and a moment later a naked man followed. He was short, skinny, and decidedly nerdy-looking, though handsome. His gaze was fixed on the ground as he took two steps into the room and clasped his hands behind his back. Rory stared, though the man in their bedroom didn't look his way.

Sloane sat on the bed, snapped her fingers, and said, "Take my shoes off."

The naked man hurried forward, fell to his knees, and untied her sneakers before slipping them off. He set them aside and clasped his hands behind his back once more.

"Sniff and kiss my feet," Sloane instructed.

The naked man leaned forward and did as Sloane had ordered. He did what a submissive would do when instructed by his mistress. He did so without hesitation, too.

"What are you doing, Sloane?" Rory asked. "Who is that? What the fuck is this?"

He was panicking. He struggled against the zip ties, though it would take more strength than he possessed to break them. Why had his wife brought another submissive into their bedroom? Had she been cheating - of a sort - on Rory? How long had she known him?

"That's very good, James," Sloane said. "Now remove my socks and stuff each of them in your mouth. Suck as much of my sweat out of them as you can."

The naked man - whose name was James, apparently - removed Sloane's no show socks and stuffed each of them in his mouth. He sucked hard and likely experienced the unpleasant taste of sweat and grime on his tongue.

"Sloane? What is this?" Rory asked, this time with great urgency in his voice.

"You may suck on my toes, James. You may suck the sweat and dirt off of them. When you're done, you may lick the bottoms of my feet."

The most intense jealousy Rory had ever felt coursed through his body as he watched another man suck on his wife's sweaty toes. It was painful. Genuinely painful. Overwhelmingly so, in fact, and he struggled so hard against the zip ties that pain emanated from his wrists and ankles.

The pain was enough to force Rory to close his eyes and take a deep breath. He could hear James sucking on Sloane's toes, though, and the jealousy rose up once more. Rory kept breathing, though. Slow and deep. Slow and deep. He kept breathing until he felt calm enough to open his eyes and survey the situation in a rational manner.

"It was quite warm outside," Sloane said. "And I ran quite a long distance."

"Did you get sweaty, mistress?"

Rory opened his eyes to see James looking up at Sloane in a genuinely worshipful manner. That was how Rory looked at his wife when he was on his knees in front of her.

"I did, James. I got very, very sweaty. I haven't showered today, either."

"May I help with that, mistress? May I use my tongue to clean up the sweat?"

Rory ached with jealousy.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Sloane asked. "You'd find it a privilege to be able to clean my sweaty ass with your tongue. You’d find it a privilege to be able to lick my asshole until every bit of sweat was gone. You'd give damn near anything to be granted that privilege, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, mistress, I would. I want to serve you in that way. I want to clean you with my tongue. I want to clean your ass. I'm desperate for it."

Sloane stood and turned around. Rory stared at his wife's tight, perfect ass in the leggings. He pulled against the zip ties and again his wrist ached.

"Sloane, you don't have to do this," he said.

Neither Sloane nor James paid him any attention.

"You may lower my leggings and clean my ass, James," she said. "You may take your time, too. You've been a very good boy and you deserve a bit of pleasure, and we both know that licking my sweaty, dirty ass is deeply pleasurable for a man like you."

"Yes, mistress," James said.

He reached up and pulled her leggings down to her knees. Sloane helpfully bent over and rested her hands on the bed. James spread her cheeks and pressed his face between them. He moaned as he put his tongue to work.

Rory groaned. It was agonizing to watch another man lick his wife's asshole. It was the most significant form of agony he'd ever felt. It overwhelmed his senses, reducing him to little more than a puddle of jealousy and annoyance and disappointment, though the last sensation was directed entirely inwards as it had become clear that Sloane was punishing Rory for having selfishly masturbated.

"Sloane, please, you've made your point," Rory said. "Please, stop this."

Sloane turned and looked at Rory for the first time since entering their bedroom with James. "You deserve this, Rory. You deserve to suffer. To genuinely suffer. You broke the one rule I asked you to follow above all others. You must be punished for that. You must suffer for that. You must also understand that in dominating you I discovered a need. A need to dominate a man. A need to be served and worshiped. A need to have a submissive man surrender to my desires. If that man isn't you, I'll find someone else."

While holding her husband's gaze, Sloane reached back and put a hand on James's head. She applied pressure, pulling him deeper between her ass cheeks and smothering him with her sweaty, undoubtedly smelly flesh.

"He's a good submissive," she said. "He did everything I asked of him this week. He fulfilled every task I set out for him. He didn't touch his cock, either, because unlike you he has self control."

"I'm sorry," Rory said. "I'm sorry, Sloane!"

She stood and pushed James's head back. Sloane turned around and looked down at her new submissive. She rubbed her pussy as he stared and slipped two fingers inside. She pulled them free and shoved them into his mouth. Sloane dropped to her knees as she fucked James's face gently and deeply.

"You're lucky, James. You've already been permitted to taste my ass and my pussy. That's what happens when you're obedient. You get rewarded. You get to serve your mistress. You get to experience pleasure."

She pulled her fingers free and rubbed them on his cheeks, leaving a thin layer of saliva behind.

"I kept you busy this week, didn't I?" she asked.

"Yes, mistress, you did."

"You enjoyed serving me though, didn't you? You enjoyed publicly humiliating yourself for me. You enjoyed fucking yourself on webcam for me. You enjoyed flogging your ass for me. You enjoyed begging a random stranger to piss on you, didn't you?"

"Yes, mistress."

Rory was stunned that James had put himself through even one of those trials, let alone all of them. He was clearly the sort of man that would go to great lengths to please a mistress, which only enhanced Rory's jealousy. It felt like James had been brought in to act as direct competition to him and that Sloane had chosen well.

"And when my bull arrives, are you going to show you deference, James? Are you going to show him that you understand just how far beneath him you are?"

"Yes, mistress, I will. It's my duty to show my deference to the man that satisfies you. It's my duty to do exactly as you desire, even if it goes against my sexual nature or I find it utterly humiliating."

Sloane laughed. "Trust me, you'll find it humiliating. That's half the fun of it."

"Yes, mistress."

Rory was overcome with jealousy and anger, though the anger was directed at James. How dare he come into Rory's home? How dare he inject himself into their relationship? How dare he think he could replace Rory as Sloane's submissive?

That was all foolish, of course, and Rory quickly dispelled the anger. There was no point in it, and if he was going to feel it then it should all have been directed inwards, for Rory was to blame for his predicament.

The doorbell rang and Sloane smiled. "That should be Angelo. Go and welcome him to my home."

James stood and rushed out of the room. Sloane approached Rory with a smile on her face.

"Please send James home," he pleaded. "Please let me serve you, Sloane. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I broke the rules. I won't do it again. I won't ever do it again. I swear. Please just send James away and let me submit to you again. Please!"

Sloane slapped him across the face. She'd spanked him before, but never slapped him. Rory was stunned into silence.

"No more talking," she said. "You will submit to your punishment. You will submit to the suffering I have designed for you. You will do so or you will find yourself permanently ejected from the role of my submissive. You will find yourself replaced by someone better suited to the role, and if that happens what the fuck use are you to me, Rory? You can't fuck me as well as my bulls do and if you can't submit to me as well as James does, so what use would you be?"

The most intense fear Rory had ever felt gripped him. He wanted to plead his case, to argue that he could serve her, that he was the best to serve her. He'd been instructed to remain quiet, though, so Rory kept his mouth shut.

Angelo - a bull Sloane had been seeing for nearly six months - entered the room with James behind him. The size difference between the two was remarkable as Angelo was taller and considerably more muscular than the skinny submissive Sloane had recruited.

"Where did you find this one?" Angelo asked as he gestured towards James.

Sloane stepped into her bull's arms in the way a woman does when she feels an easy familiarity with him. She looked up at her lover, kissed him softly, and said, "Online. He was quite eager to serve. I offered up several tasks during the week and he completed each without hesitation. I have more tasks for him, though."

"Oh yeah? What kind of tasks?"

Sloane caressed her bull's cock through his jeans. "I was hoping you'd let him be a good cuck. The kind my husband has been in the past."

"The kind that shows his reverence for a superior man by getting on his knees and begging to suck cock?" Angelo asked.

"Yes, that kind."

Rory had done that on numerous occasions. The first few times he'd burned with humiliation. With each successive time he'd found increasing pleasure - of the sort a submissive tends to feel - while sucking the cock of the physically superior man that would fuck his wife.

Sloane and Angelo kissed with great passion as she helped her bull out of his jeans and underwear. James fell to his knees and untied Angelo's shoes, removing them along with his jeans to free his legs.

"He's eager," Angelo noted.

Sloane ran her hands under her bull's t-shirt and over what Rory knew were his abs and impressive pecs. Angelo was a man that put a great deal of effort into working out and his body had always thrilled Sloane.

"He loves to serve," she said. "He's exactly what I needed today. A submissive who only cares for my needs, whose only desire is to make me happy."

Rory knew the comment was directed at him and it stung. He felt terrible, in fact, as he'd let his wife down by acting in such a selfish manner. He'd underestimated how much she'd come to love dominating him, too, which unquestionably made his disobedience all the more frustrating - and perhaps even heartbreaking - for Sloane.

"Suck his cock, James," Sloane said. "Suck the big, beautiful dick that's going to fuck your mistress. Suck it and show Angelo and me that you understand your place, that you comprehend that your entire purpose is to tend to my pleasure, to my needs."

James crawled closer and took Angelo's cock in his mouth. He looked up at the bull while sucking. Sloane rewarded him by reaching out to caress James's face and run her fingers through his hair.

"That's it. Show me what a good cocksucker you are. Show me how eager you are to suck dick for me. Show me how little you care for your needs and how badly you want to make your mistress happy."

Rory had never enjoyed sucking cock. It had always been unpleasant to have a dick in his mouth. There had always been a touch of revulsion to it. He was, after all, a straight man. He'd come to find arousal in submitting to the act of sucking cock, though, and in that moment he wanted nothing more than to be on his knees with Angelo's big dick in his mouth and his wife's fingers in his hair. He wanted it so badly that he felt only the purest, most intense kind of pain as he sat in the wooden chair and watched another man take his place in his preferred position in the bedroom.

"Make him choke on it," she said.

Angelo put a hand on the back of James's head and pushed his cock deeper. He pushed it deep enough that James gagged. He didn't pull away, though. He accepted the humiliation and pain. His eyes watered. His throat bulged. It seemed like he might vomit. He didn't pull away, though.

"Fuck his face," Sloane instructed as she played with her pussy. "Fuck his pathetic face."

Angelo did just that. He held James's head in both hands and fucked his face with slow, deep thrusts. He seemed to take pleasure in it, too, as if the destruction of James's manhood brought Angelo an intense kind of pleasure.

"Will you fuck me, baby?"

"Damn right I will," Angelo replied.

Sloane crawled into the bed and spread her legs. She gestured towards James and moved to the edge of the bed. Her fingers found their way into his mouth and remained there as Angelo took his place between her legs.

Rory watched another man fuck his wife. He enjoyed the view - he always did - but he couldn't fully concentrate because he kept turning his attention to James. Rory had been in that position numerous times. He'd sucked her fingers or held her hand or kissed while another man was inside her. He loved the chance to participate in his cuckolding, but now another man was being given that chance and James was clearly making the most of it.

Rory alternated between pleasure and pain as he watched his wife get fucked and watched her offer dominant affection to another submissive. It was, in a way, worse than before, as the pleasure was muted by the agony of witnessing James act as her submissive and receive the benefits of that position.

Sloane's orgasm was potent, as always. Rory worried that it was a better orgasm than she usually had, that James's presence had somehow enhanced her pleasure. He worried deeply the more he thought about it, as Sloane might be more inclined to keep James around if she came harder.

Angelo pulled out and rolled off of Sloane, who turned to her side and inched towards the edge of the bed with her fingers still in James's mouth.

"He made me cum so hard," she said. "Harder than I'm sure you would if I allowed your useless dick inside me, which I will never do. You did your job, though. You were a good submissive and you facilitated an incredible orgasm for your mistress."

She pulled her fingers from his mouth and James said, "Thank you for letting me serve you, mistress."

Sloane kissed him. Rory groaned from the intensity of his jealousy as he watched his wife's tongue move into James's mouth. He wanted to destroy the wooden chair, to break free from it, to beat James with one of the broken pieces. He kept his pain under control, though, pushing it down and holding it there so it wouldn't destroy him.

"You deserve a reward," Sloane said.

"That kiss was reward enough, mistress."

She smiled. "You're sweet. You deserve a better reward, though. I'm going to let you watch from beneath me as Angelo takes my pussy from behind. I'm going to let you lick my clit and make me cum again. I'm going to let you clean his cum from my pussy after he unloads inside me."

"Thank you, mistress."

Rory nearly cried out in protest. He kept his mouth shut, though. He hated that another man was going to enjoy the pleasure he craved. He hated it with a passion. He had to be good, though. He had to obey his wife's order to keep his mouth shut and take his punishment.

At Sloane's urging, James got up and moved onto his back in the bed. She got on her hands and knees on top of him and for the first time that day she took James's cock in her hand and gave it a few slow strokes, eliciting a moan.

Angelo moved behind Sloane and rubbed his dick over James's face, offering a touch of humiliation. The submissive licked the head of the cock as it passed over his lips and Angelo smiled.

"Fuck me," Sloane said. "Fuck me and cum inside me."

Angelo slid his cock into her pussy and slowly buried himself inside her.

"Suck my balls, cuck," Angelo ordered.

James moaned and took the bull's big balls into his mouth. He sucked while Angelo smiled. Rory felt yet another intense wave of jealousy, though he wasn't entirely sure why. He didn't love sucking balls, after all.

"That's good," Angelo said. "Now lick her clit and I'll fuck her hard."

James went to work on Sloane's clit as Angelo went to work on pounding her pussy from behind. They worked together to make her feel good and Rory sat in the chair, helpless to do anything other than suffer.

His eyes roamed over the scene playing out in his bed. Angelo was fucking her. James was licking her. She was moaning up a storm. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh bounced off the walls and reverberated around Rory's head.

Annoyingly, Sloane saw fit to pleasure James's cock as he served her pussy. She stroked him slowly, even spitting on it a few times to lube him. Rory felt a great deal of jealousy as his wife's hand stroked another sub's dick. So much so that he wanted to close his eyes, so great was the fear of being replaced.

"Fuck, I'm close," Angelo said.

"Get ready to eat his load, James. Get ready to eat his thick, salty, bitter cum out of my cunt. I'm going to sit on your face as soon as he's done cumming!"

Sloane came first. She gripped the bed sheets and her body trembled as she arched her back and let out a long, low moan that indicated a truly intense kind of pleasure coursing through her body.

Angelo unloaded inside her soon after. His moans were guttural. Animalistic, even. They always had been. Sloane had spoken about enjoying how much he grunted and groaned while climaxing, how it always put a smile on her face.

As Angelo finished cumming, Sloane gripped James's cock and began to stroke him with vigor. He moaned and then Angelo pulled out and Sloane sat on her new sub's face.

"Cum while you're eating his load out of me, James. Cum for me and then keep on eating my messy pussy. Do your fucking duty even after I've robbed you of your arousal."

James's body spasmed as he climaxed. His cum spurted into the air and landed on the bed and his legs with a little of it spilling onto Sloane's fingers. He didn't stop eating her pussy, though. His tongue kept going. He licked up another man's load despite his arousal having been extracted.

When Sloane was satisfied, she climbed off of James's face and began to collect his cum with her fingers. James's chest was flushed red and his face sticky with a mixture of cum and pussy juice. He watched as Sloane cleaned up his load and Rory expected that the submissive would soon be eating it.

Instead, though, Sloane turned to her husband. She closed the distance between them, bent over, and said, "Open your mouth."

Rory knew what she was going to do and he kept his mouth shut. For a few seconds, at least. He didn't want to eat James's cum. He hated the idea of eating a submissive's cum. Something about it felt so much worse than eating a bull's cum or his own cum.

Still, Rory surrendered. He offered his submission. He opened his mouth and Sloane fed him James's load. It was awful. Just awful. He swallowed it all, though. He swallowed every drop. The humiliation was overwhelming, but he did it.

"Next time I'm going to make you suck his dick," she whispered. "I'm going to make you suck that submissive little bitch until he cums in your mouth and you're going to do it or you'll no longer be my sub."

The punishment wasn't over. There was going to be a next time. Rory's heart sank. He felt like he might cry. He wasn't sure he could take more of the agony he'd just experienced.

"Yes, mistress," he answered.

Sloane's smile was bright and beautiful before she turned away from him.

"Suck his dick clean, James," she said. "Then you can crawl between my legs and give me another orgasm. Then you can fluff Angelo's cock until he's ready to fuck me again. Your service hasn't ended just because you had an orgasm."

"Yes, mistress," James said.

He got to work sucking Angelo's cock clean as Rory watched and wondered if he'd be sucking James's cock that night or if his punishment was going to extend to next weekend. Or even longer.

Rory would do whatever it took to win his wife's dominant affection back. He had to. He needed to be able to offer his submission again. He needed to be dominated. He needed to feel that intense pleasure. He'd do whatever it took. He'd suffer any punishment she wanted to dole out. He'd do it all happily.