She Needs to be Dominated - Part 3

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Shelby was - to put it mildly - a mess when she returned from her session with Clay. Her mascara had run down her cheeks. Her hair - which had been in a tight ponytail when she left - was loose and wild, as if she'd slept for 24 hours on it. Her cheeks and chest were red and Luke suspected that if he undressed his wife he'd find further marks left by her dom.

She was happy, though. Glowing, even. She had a bright smile on her face and she moved like she'd just experienced the kind of pleasure that leaves your body completely and utterly relaxed when it's over.

Luke noted Shelby's nipples poking through the thin material of the light blue wrap dress she'd worn for her dom. She'd left with a bra on, but it seemed as though it had been lost somewhere along the way.

"Welcome home," he said before pulling her into a hug.

The scent of Shelby's perfume filled his nose, but it was joined by the scent of sex and a decidedly masculine musk that was almost certainly left on her by Clay, the man who'd spent the past four hours playing with Shelby.

Shelby kissed Luke's neck and he closed his eyes as a shiver of pure pleasure moved down his spine. "I missed you," she whispered.

"I missed you too."

She stepped back and loosened the strap that kept her dress closed. It opened, revealing her taut stomach and pussy. She pulled it open further and Luke stared at her breasts, which were marked from the undoubtedly rough treatment Clay has visited upon them. The dress fell to the floor along with Shelby's purse and Luke stepped towards her.

Shelby held up her hand to stop him. Luke felt a touch of frustration, but he remained still.

"Has he given you permission?" she asked.

Luke shook his head. "I texted to ask, but I haven't heard from him yet."

Clay was Shelby's dom, but he'd taken control of Luke's ability to enjoy his wife's body, as Luke was now required to ask permission to fuck her. He'd done so after Clay informed him that Shelby was on her way home, but he hadn't heard back yet.

Shelby smiled - like she very much enjoyed that Clay hadn't yet given his permission - and approached her husband.

"Keep your hands at your sides," she said softly while unbuttoning his shirt. His undershirt and pants came next. His boxers fell to the floor. She kissed his neck and took his cock in her hand. She stroked him slowly while Luke clenched his fists and held them at his side to prevent himself from touching his wife's naked body without permission.

"I want to touch you," he said.

"I know you do, but there are certain parts of me you're not allowed to touch without Clay's permission."

Luke's cock surged in his wife's hand and he felt a little embarrassed at finding such pleasure in the idea of another man wielding such control over him. "Which parts can I touch?"

"My face," she said.

Luke reached up to caress her face as Shelby looked up at him and slowly stroked his cock.

"My neck."

"Can I kiss your neck?"

Shelby nodded and Luke leaned down to kiss his wife's neck. She moaned softly and used her fingers to spread the precum around the tip of his cock.

"You can touch my back and hips," she said.

His hands moved down her back and he grasped her hips, pulling her close. His cock pressed against her stomach and Luke hoped she might guide him between her legs, but instead Shelby cupped his balls and ran her fingers over the wrinkled flesh.

"You can touch my legs, but you have to stay below my knees."

Luke hadn't agreed to any of the rules Shelby was laying out. He'd simply agreed that Clay would control whether or not Luke got to fuck his wife. It seemed, though, that Shelby's dom wanted more control.

"These weren't the rules I agreed to at dinner last night," Luke said.

Shelby looked up at him and smiled. "I know."

Luke's hands moved towards her ass and she backed away, depriving him of the grasping a handful of her soft, perfect backside.

"What if I don't want to follow these new rules?"

She smiled. "That's not relevant, is it?"

Shelby backed up until she was leaning against the front door. She gently grasped one of her breasts and moved a hand between her legs. She bit her lower lip and met Luke's gaze while masturbating. His body hummed with desire. He wanted his wife. He wanted to kiss her. To pleasure her. To be inside her.

"Why isn't it relevant?" he asked.

"Because you want to follow Clay's rules, Luke, so there's no reason to ask about what might happen if you don't want to follow them. You might not find it easy, but you like that he took more control than you were willing to offer. You like that the man that satisfies your wife's sexual desires is going to restrict your access to my body. You like that he's going to make you earn the right to enjoy my body. You like that he'll never have to earn that right, that my body is his to enjoy when he wants it."

Even if he'd been inclined to argue, Luke would have had a difficult time doing so convincingly given that he was sporting a painfully stiff erection as he stood naked in front of his wife.

"How do I earn the right to enjoy your body?"

"I'm so glad you asked," Shelby replied. "You can start by coming over here, getting on your knees, and kissing each of my toes. Then, you can kiss your way up my feet. You can kiss my ankles. You can kiss my legs. You can take your time with it, too. You can show me - and show Clay - that you're willing to work for the chance to enjoy your wife's body."

Luke hesitated. The idea of getting on his knees and kissing her feet felt a little embarrassing.

"I could also just leave you here, go to the bedroom, get on a call with Clay, and masturbate exactly as he tells me to while you're denied even a little of the pleasure you crave."

The look on Shelby's face made it seem like she was serious, like she'd walk away and deny him even a shred of pleasure if he refused to follow Clay's rules. So much had changed in the span of just a few short weeks, but it seemed to Luke that the changes were irrevocable.

"He really does give you what you need, doesn't he?"

Shelby nodded and plunged two fingers into her pussy. "I love you, Luke. I love that you tried for so long to give me what I need. I love that you tried to dominate me despite it not being what you want. I love that you tried so hard to learn what I need, but despite your efforts, you don't have it in you. You're not dominant. You're submissive like me."

Luke's knees wobbled a bit as he felt a wave of arousal wash over him. A sense of resistance followed, though. He wasn't submissive. He just wasn't dominant in the way Shelby needed. He could make love to her as often as she desired, but he found little pleasure in subjecting her to the kind of things Clay was clearly good at.

Shelby pushed away from the door, grabbed her purse, and strode past Luke. He turned and saw the marks on her ass and the backs of her thighs where Clay had delivered the sort of pain that his wife seemingly craved.

"Did he spank you?" he asked.

She stopped and looked over her shoulder. "He did. It turns him on that I'm willing to suffer through a spanking for him. Tonight he had me select the implement of punishment. I chose a paddle. His dick was hard as I brought it to him, got on my knees, and presented it to him. He hadn't touched himself. It was my willingness to submit to his punishment that made his dick hard, Luke. It was my willingness to suffer the pain of a spanking that had his cock dripping precum by the time it was over. It was my willingness to take him into my throat and let him use my mouth as he desired that gave Clay his first orgasm of the night."

She was enumerating the differences between him and her dom. She was making it perfectly clear that Clay provided something that Luke couldn't.

Shelby started towards the bedroom again. "Wait," he said. "I'll kiss your feet."

"Follow me."

Luke followed his wife to the bedroom and she set her purse on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees in front of her, fell forward, and planted a kiss on each of her toes. He kissed her feet, doing so softly and slowly as he worked his way towards her ankles.

"Clay would be very happy that you're offering him your submission, Luke," she said.

Luke's cock throbbed, though some part of him hated that he got excited at Shelby's words.

"I can see why he enjoys having me on my knees for him," she added. "There's something exciting about your eagerness to please."

Luke looked up and saw his wife's pussy. Her labia were red and swollen from what he imagined was a vigorous pounding from her dom. She was wet, too. He felt a deep desire to put his tongue inside her, though he knew that desire would be rebuffed.

"Can I taste your pussy?" he asked despite knowing he’d be denied.

"No," she replied with a smile. "You haven't earned that yet. Now keep kissing my legs."

Luke dropped down and showered his wife's feet and legs with kisses. She reached towards her purse and pulled out her phone.

"I'm going to send Clay a text to let him know that you're being good, that you've offered your submission. It will make him very happy."

Luke felt a deep sense of embarrassment, so much so that he considered giving up and backing out of the bedroom. He persisted, though, as there remained a fair amount of excitement coursing through him.

"He says you can earn the right to fuck me," she said. "Would you like that, Luke? Would you like to earn the right to fuck your wife?"

He knew she'd phrased it that way on purpose. She was making it perfectly clear that Luke had surrendered a significant amount of control to her dom. After all, how many married men had to ask another man for permission before fucking their wife?

"Yes, I'd like that," he answered.

Shelby pointed to her feet and sent another text as Luke resumed kissing her toes.

"Suck on them," she said.

He took her big toe in his mouth and he sucked. The taste was far from exquisite, and yet he made his way down the line, sucking on each of her toes, eliciting a few moans along the way, each of which filled him with an unexpected kind of pleasure.

"Clay says you can fuck me, but there are conditions. Would you like to know what they are?"

Luke looked up and nodded with his wife's toes in his mouth.

She smiled, set her phone on the nightstand, and reached into her purse. Her fingers emerged holding a used, tied off condom. Luke stared up at what looked like an enormous load of cum and he felt an instant sense of tightness in his chest as he suspected that the conditions attached to him getting to fuck his wife almost certainly involved Clay's cum.

"The conditions are simple. Clay requires that I pour most of his cum onto my toes. You are then to clean it off with your mouth. You are not permitted to swallow, though. Once you've cleaned my toes I will place the used condom on your cock and welcome you into my pussy. You will fuck me with your dick wrapped in a superior man's used condom and you will do so while holding his cum in your mouth."

Luke tried to pull back but Shelby pushed her foot forward, making it perfectly clear that she expected him - or Clay expected him - to keep her toes in his mouth while she explained the requirements of getting to have sex with her.

"You'll have one minute inside me. If you can cum before the minute is up, you get to orgasm. If you don't cum in a minute or less you're required to pull out the moment my phone timer goes off. If you fail to pull out it will be weeks before you're allowed inside me again. Do you understand?"

Luke nodded.

"Any questions?"

"If I don't cum in a minute, do I get an orgasm?"

Shelby shook her head. "No. If you don't cum in a minute you'll have to wait for your orgasm. Oh, and Clay made it perfectly clear that he is in control of your orgasms, not just sex with me. So you're not permitted to masturbate without his permission, either."

Frustration, embarrassment, and arousal mingled in Luke's body as he stared up at his wife. He felt like there was a very real chance he was on the verge of making a colossal mistake by surrendering so much control to a man he'd met on only one occasion, and yet the arousal won out.

"I'd like to fuck you," he said. "And I'm willing to do as Clay desires."

Shelby lifted her feet until the heels rested on the edge of the bed. She untied the used condom, upended it, and slowly poured the surprisingly thick cum onto her toes. The pretty red polish she'd applied that afternoon was quickly coated in the creamy white fluid her dom's cock had produced. A bit of it dripped on the floor, but for the most part it was thick enough to stay right where she put it.

Shelby set the condom on the nightstand and grabbed her phone. She tapped the screen a few times and held it up like she was going to take a picture.

"Are you...are you going to send him a picture?" Luke asked.

"A video, actually."

Another wave of embarrassment washed over Luke as he imagined Clay watching the video. Luke closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the arousal win out again. He leaned forward and parted his lips. He took one of Shelby's toes in his mouth. The taste of cum filled his mouth and he very nearly pulled back to gag.

"Open your eyes and look up at the camera," she said.

Luke did as instructed. He stared up into her phone's lenses while sucking another man's cum off her toes. It was by far the most humiliating thing Luke had ever done, and yet his dick remained hard. In the moment it was difficult to argue that he wasn't submissive.

"Clay's going to love this," Shelby said with a smile. "And for what it's worth, you're making me very happy, Luke. He told me that he'd see me midweek if I managed to convince you to clean his cum off my feet, which means I get to serve him twice next week instead of just once. You have no idea how exciting that is for me."

She was right that Luke didn't entirely understand just how much his wife enjoyed serving her dom. He felt as though he was beginning to grasp the pleasure she experienced while with Clay, though, as Luke was now fully enmeshed in a submissive experience.

"Very good," Shelby said as Luke finished cleaning all ten of her toes. "Stand up."

He stood while Shelby set her phone aside and grabbed the used condom. She slid it over his stiff cock and then reached into her purse and pulled out a rubber band. Luke was confused for a moment, but Shelby doubled up the rubber band and slid down his cock. It was a tight fit, but it ensured that the used condom - which was now far too big for his dick - wouldn't slip off while he fucked her.

Shelby then moved back, spread her legs, and said, "You have one minute to fuck me, Luke."

She grabbed her phone as he crawled forward. He slipped inside her, she tapped her phone's screen and set it on the bed. He saw the seconds ticking down and began to thrust in and out of her.

"That's it," she said. "Fuck me, Luke. Fuck me while you wear Clay's condom. Fuck me while another man's cum bathes your cock. Fuck me while you hold his thick, creamy, salty load in your mouth."

Luke fucked her harder. He glanced at the phone. He had thirty seconds left. For the first time in his life he wanted to cum as quickly as possible.

"I can barely feel your cock, baby," Shelby said. "Clay fucked me so hard tonight. He stretched my pussy with his big dick. He stretched it so good I can barely feel you inside me."

Luke tensed up and came. He glanced at the phone. Fifteen seconds left. He'd gotten there in plenty of time. The pleasure was intense, too. Remarkably intense as the satisfaction of a good climax spread from his loins to the rest of his body.

"You can swallow," Shelby whispered.

Luke swallowed the cum in his mouth and a wave of humiliation followed as he came down from his orgasm and felt every bit of what he'd submitted to. He'd eaten another man's cum. He'd worn another man's condom to fuck his wife. He'd surrendered to everything Clay asked of him and he probably didn't have to, though it seemed possible that Clay was determined to seize as much control as he could.

"Kiss me," Shelby said.

They shared a long, slow, deep, romantic kiss and Luke's angst over what he'd done disappeared as his wife's tongue entered his mouth while she grabbed two handfuls of his ass.

"I love you, Luke," she whispered.

"I love you too."

They kissed again as she caressed his face. Again Luke felt a deep sense of connection to his wife.

"Thank you for tonight. Thank you for allowing me to continue seeing and submitting to Clay. Thank you for being willing to offer your submission. You have no idea how much it turns him on that you're willing to submit."

"Really?"

Shelby nodded. "Absolutely. He's a man that craves control. That gets off on it. Getting my husband to surrender control is almost as big a thrill as dominating me. You can expect him to want more of you as time goes by."

Luke wasn't sure he was willing to give more.

"I'm sure you'll at least consider what he wants," she continued. "If for no other reason than to make me happy."

They kissed again and Luke closed his eyes and welcomed her tongue into his mouth.

"Let's get that condom off of you," she said. "Then, if you don't mind, I'd like you to go down on me."

"Of course."

Luke pulled out and Shelby carefully removed the condom from his cock. "Go clean your cock in the bathroom."

He dutifully washed his dick clean and returned to the bedroom to find Shelby naked in the bed with her legs spread. She'd piled their pillows against the headboard and was leaning against them with a smile on her face and the used condom still in her hand.

"I texted Clay to tell him you'd been good, that you'd cum in less than a minute and that you'd held his load in your mouth the entire time. He told me that I could give you another orgasm tonight - this time with my hand - if you were willing to swallow everything that's in this condom."

Luke stared at the used condom that held a mixture of his and Clay's cum.

"I'll pour it on my breasts and you can lick and suck it off of them while fingering me. When you're done, you can move between my legs and eat me out until I have two or three orgasms. Then I'll give you a handjob. How does that sound?"

It sounded insane. Not that long ago it would have sounded like the craziest, nastiest, most unappealing thing Luke had ever heard.

"I'll do it," he said.

The smile on her face was all the reward he needed. She upended the cum onto her breasts and Luke crawled into the bed, settled next to her, and slipped his fingers in her wet pussy as he began to lick his load off of her perfect tits.

"That's a good boy," Shelby whispered as she rested a hand on the back of his head.

A deep - and somewhat unexpected - sense of calm and happiness filled Luke's body. Clay's introduction to their marriage had resulted in swift and rather massive changes, and yet they weren't unwelcome.

Luke harbored fears of what might come in the future, but those fears could be dealt with at another time. In the moment he was focused on pleasing his wife, which was what he cared about more than anything else.