She Needs to be Dominated - Part 1

"It's been a terrible day at work."

Luke felt his shoulders sink a little as he read the text. He felt the same resistance that had gotten stronger over the previous handful of months. He knew what Shelby was asking for and the idea of giving it to her was suddenly exhausting. Still, she didn't ask all that often and Luke felt bad for denying her, so he resolved to give her what she needed.

"Take a moment to close your eyes and breathe," he texted back. "And as you breathe, imagine yourself on your knees for me. Imagine the feel of your collar around your neck. Imagine the feel of the cuffs on your ankles and wrists. Imagine how good it feels to completely surrender, to give yourself over to me, to sacrifice your body for my pleasure."

A few minutes passed before Shelby replied. "Thank you, sir."

"Are you willing to suffer for me?" he texted.

"Yes, sir," she replied.

"Are you willing to give me your mouth, your pussy, and your ass?"

"Yes, sir," she replied.

"Are you willing to do anything and everything I desire and to do so without hesitation?"

"Yes, sir," she replied.

"I want a picture of your cunt...of the cunt that I own. I want it now. I don't care what you're doing. I want a picture of the cunt that I own."

Three years ago Shelby had confessed her desire to be dominated. They'd talked about it over the course of a few weeks and it had become clear that it was more than a desire, that it was a necessity for her. Being dominated provided a release from stress in a way that nothing else in Shelby's life did, and both her work and family - mostly the declining health of her parents - had spiked her stress, leading to a greater need for that release that only submission could provide.

Luke was not a natural dom, but he was deeply in love with his wife and he wanted to provide her with what she needed, which is why they booked a series of sessions with a dominatrix. She helped Shelby uncover the elements of submission that thrilled her most - for her it was largely that she yearned to offer pleasure to her dom without any consideration for her satisfaction - and the dominatrix offered Luke a crash course in how to play the part of a dom.

They'd practiced it ever since. Sometimes Shelby needed multiple sessions a week. Sometimes she could go a month or more before requesting one. She was always the one to initiate, though. Every once in a while Luke turned her down - mostly when he just couldn't find the energy to inhabit the part of a dom - but he almost always gave his wife what she needed.

Lately, though, he'd found it increasingly difficult to get to the place of arousal needed to truly satisfy Shelby's need to submit. There had been a few occasions where his cock seemed reluctant to participate and it had taken greater effort on Shelby's part to get him hard.

"Your cunt, sir," she texted after a few minutes. She was clearly sitting on the toilet in the office bathroom and her pussy was wet.

"Another picture. This time with three fingers in your cunt."

That picture arrived quickly.

"I want a video of you fingering your cunt and sucking your fingers clean."

A minute later the video arrived. Luke turned the sound up and rubbed his cock as he watched his wife finger her pussy. He was half hard by the time she sucked her fingers clean and said, "Thank you, sir."

"Good girl," Luke texted. "When you get home go straight to the bedroom, strip, and put on your collar and cuffs. Wait on your knees for me."

"Yes, sir," she replied.

Luke got up from his desk - he had the luxury of working from home - and headed for the kink closet, which was just a spare closet that they'd converted into a storage space for the various kink-related items they'd collected over the years.

He pulled out a leather collar and matching cuffs, a paddle. a ring gag, and nipple clamps with a silver chain connecting them. He took it all to the master bedroom and carefully laid out the items on the bed. He also set out a bottle of lube, which usually indicated he intended on having anal sex with Shelby, though sometimes Luke did that as a tease. She didn't like anal sex - though she loved submitting to it - so he would sometimes put the lube out even if he had no intention of fucking her ass.

Once the bedroom was ready for her arrival Luke changed into a t-shirt and jeans. It had become his standard dom outfit. It wasn't anything special, but it didn't need to be. It was simple to take off and the jeans allowed for the appearance of a bulge when he got hard.

Luke returned to his home office and shut the door. Shelby didn't get to see him until she was dressed to serve. He went back to work until fifteen minutes before her arrival and then did as many push ups as his arms could handle. He was in fairly good shape but Shelby had once confessed that she found it even more pleasurable to submit when his muscles were taut and more visible, as they often were soon after a good workout.

Luke always varied the amount of time he made Shelby wait once she'd dressed for submission. The dominatrix had informed him that a submissive is sometimes thrilled at having to remain on their hands and knees for quite some time, as it's a reminder that their needs are not important, that the needs of their dom are all that matters.

On this particular day he made Shelby wait fifteen minutes before leaving the office. Before doing so he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and told himself to get into character. He was a dom. He was a dom that saw his wife as nothing more than an object to be used for his pleasure during the sessions. He was a dom because that's what Shelby needed, and Luke wanted to make his wife happy.

He could feel that he wasn't quite into it, though. At least not as into it as he needed to be. He couldn't stop, though. He couldn't call it off. He'd agreed, so he stepped out of the office and towards the bedroom.

Shelby looked up for a moment when he stepped into the room and her eyes lit up. She was so eager to serve and for just a moment Luke desperately wished that he was anywhere near as eager to dominate her.

"Greet me," he said.

Shelby bent over and kissed his bare toes, as was the customary way of beginning a session. Her face was down. Her ass was up. She wore nothing but her collar and cuffs. She was in a pure submissive pose in that moment and Luke stared at her ass and admired how round and perfect and soft it looked.

"Look at me."

She sat up and Luke could feel just a hint of wetness on his toes from the kisses.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, sir," she answered.

Luke moved behind his wife and knelt. He ran his fingers down her back and grabbed her ass with both hands. He squeezed hard enough to make her groan and then ran his fingers up her stomach until he'd grasped her breasts.

"Who do your tits belong to?"

"You, sir," she answered.

"Look at me."

Shelby turned her head and Luke kissed her. She opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue. His cock grew in his pants and he applied pressure to her breasts. He squeezed hard because he knew she wanted to feel a touch of pain. More accurately, she wanted to feel like he wanted her to suffer for him, like he got off on her willingness to suffer for him. She'd been explicit about that during their sessions with the dominatrix.

So Luke squeezed her breasts as they kissed. She groaned into his mouth and wriggled a little from the pain. The pleasure he'd felt at the start of the kiss had largely receded and his cock had gone soft.

"Did that hurt?" he asked.

"Yes, sir."

He held one breast in his hand and slapped the other. She closed her eyes and yelped from the pain. He slapped the other breast and she yelped again.

"Good girl," Luke said.

He kissed her again and Shelby moaned into his mouth. She moaned because she liked being called a 'good girl.' She liked that it represented success, that it meant that she'd served him well.

"Stand up," he instructed.

They stood together and Luke turned and grabbed the nipple clamps from the bed. He moved in front of his wife and attached them. He watched her wince in pain and then took the chain between his fingers and gently pulled, causing more pain.

"Play with my cock."

Shelby reached out and stroked him through his jeans as he pulled on the chain, making her wince every time. His cock struggled to get hard despite her gentle, skilled stroking. Luke saw a hint of worry in her eyes. He understood that it was deeply important to Shelby that he actually enjoyed himself. That was the whole point of it, after all. She wanted to serve his pleasure, to suffer for his pleasure, to do everything for his pleasure.

He put the chain in her mouth and smiled. "Hold it there until I give you permission to let go."

Keeping the chain in her mouth would cause a steady stream of gentle pain for her nipples, which was precisely why Luke did it. He then spun Shelby around, grabbed a handful of her hair, and guided her towards the bed.

"Bend over," he instructed.

She bent over and put her hands on the bed. He ran his fingers down her back and slipped two of them into her pussy. She was soaked. He played with his cock while fingering his wife as deeply as possible. He slowly introduced two more fingers and began to stretch her pussy while she moaned with the chain still in her mouth.

Then the chain fell free. Luke immediately smacked her ass hard to punish her for failing to follow his instructions. Shelby winced and he felt some of the life drain from his cock. He delivered a handful of swats against her ass and then grabbed a handful of her hair, stood her up, and pushed Shelby to her knees.

"Worship it," he said. "No hands."

She leaned in and began to kiss and mouth his cock through his jeans. He watched and smiled as she made him grow. Once he was hard Luke stepped back and removed his pants. He stroked his cock and made Shelby bent over and kiss his feet once more. This time he added an additional instruction to suck on his toes, a humiliating task that she found pleasure in.

"Suck my balls."

Shelby took his balls in her mouth as Luke continued to masturbate. She held his gaze, too, and he was pleased that his cock remained stiff.

"Would you like to suck my cock?"

"Yes, please, sir."

He smiled. "Would it make you feel good to suck my cock?"

"Yes, very much so, sir."

"I'm not sure you deserve to feel good."

Her eyes lit up. She liked it when he denied her pleasure, when he claimed pleasure for himself while doing so.

"I think you deserve to suffer. Open up."

Shelby opened her mouth and Luke grabbed two handfuls of her hair while guiding his cock between his wife's lips. He slowly pushed his hips forward and watched his cock disappear into her mouth. Her eyes bulged and watered and she gagged a little, though she'd developed a fairly masterful control over that reflex in the years they'd been playing dom/sub games.

"That's it," he said. "Take it like a good whore."

She moaned. She liked dirty talk. She liked verbal degradation. Luke wasn't really into it, but it was easy enough to call her names.

"Hold it in your throat," he said as her nose pressed into his pubic hair. Luke marveled at her ability to deepthroat him, though it wasn't anywhere near as pleasurable an experience for him as some guys seemed to think it was. The back of her throat wasn't especially soft and as she gagged and her eyes watered he felt something akin to sympathy for her.

On this particular day, his cock softened as a result, so he pulled out and ordered her to worship it. Shelby went to work. She sucked and stroked and played with his balls. She gave a blowjob purely for his pleasure, but Luke's cock remained semi soft. He felt a touch of panic rise up in him. If he couldn't get hard it would be exceptionally difficult to fully serve her needs.

"Is my mouth not good enough?" she asked.

She was expressing her insecurity while giving him a way of pivoting, so Luke took it. "No, it's not. Not today. Stand up, turn around, and hand me the paddle."

Shelby stood and her eyes lit up with excitement as she turned and plucked the paddle from the bed. She handed it to Luke and he gestured for her to bend over, which she did without question.

He stroked himself and stepped to the side. He rested the paddle against her ass. He pulled it back. He delivered a harsh blow and she cried out in pain. He delivered another, and another, and another.

He rested the paddle on the top of her ass and slipped his fingers inside her. She was soaked. Wetter than she'd been before. Getting spanked turned her on. Unfortunately, spanking her didn't turn Luke on. His cock was softer than when he'd started.

He tossed the paddle on the bed, spun his wife around, and directed her hands to his cock. He kissed her as she stroked him. She took his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it while moaning.

He wasn't getting hard. He was getting softer, in fact. He was doing everything he could to get turned on so he could fuck her doggystyle and spank her, but Luke couldn't get there.

Finally he stepped back, looked down at his mostly flaccid cock, and gave up. "I'm sorry, Shelby. I don't know why, but my cock just won't cooperate today."

She looked heartbroken, but only for a moment. "It's okay. It really is."

Shelby began to take off her collar and cuffs and Luke stepped closer to help her. She took everything back to the kink closet and returned to the bedroom to step into his arms once more.

They shared a soft kiss and she looked up at him and asked, "Would you like to make love to me?"

Luke couldn't help but feel a little bit heartbroken, again for just a moment. The truth was, he wasn't interested. "Not tonight," he said. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. It is. I love you so much, Luke."

"I love you too, Shelby," he replied.

They got dressed and he suggested they go out to dinner. They talked about anything other than the failed session. They went home, had a glass of wine, and watched a movie. They went to bed.

Everything seemed fine, but Luke didn't feel fine and he suspected Shelby felt the same way.

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Shelby struggled in the weeks after the failed session. Luke could see it in so many ways. The stress of her life continued to build, but she didn't ask him for another session. He offered a few times, but she told him it wasn't necessary.

He felt terrible. He could see that the stress was getting to her. She wasn't sleeping as well. She wasn't eating as well, either, preferring foods that helped reduce her stress over those that were actually good for her.

Then, six weeks after the failed session, the stress seemed to disappear entirely. Luke was relieved. Happy, even. Perhaps Shelly didn't need to submit to deal with life's stresses.

He brought it up one night as they were walking back to the car after a lovely dinner filled with boisterous conversation and more than a few lusty looks that made Luke think there was a very good chance he was getting laid that night.

"You seem really good," he said as they walked hand-in-hand towards the parking lot. "Really happy. Happier than you've seemed in weeks, actually. Tonight was so much fun."

"Yeah," she answered, though her tone was distinctly downbeat.

They walked in silence for the rest of the distance to the car and Luke opened the passenger door for her. She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and got in and he spotted a genuinely sad look on her face for just a moment before she buckled up.

"Shelby, is everything okay?" he asked after getting behind the wheel.

She looked at him, looked away, and then burst into tears.

At first, Luke was stunned. She'd seemed so happy at dinner and here she was crying. Legitimately crying, too. Tears running down her cheeks. Her body shaking. He reached over to take her hand but she pulled away.

"Please take us home," she said between sobs.

In the absence of a better idea, Luke drove them home. Shelby cried for most of the ten minute journey and he felt his stress levels rising the entire time. He wondered if he'd done something to upset her. He wondered if she'd been faking her happiness that night and was going to confess that she needed him to dominate her or their marriage simply wouldn't work.

Shelby rushed inside as soon as they got home. Luke locked up the car and closed the garage door and found his wife sitting in their bed and cleaning the eye makeup that had run down her cheeks.

"Shelby, please, what's wrong? What happened? What did I do?"

"Nothing," she said so softly he almost didn't hear it.

"Then what's wrong?"

Her face contorted as emotion welled up and she cried again. He sat on the bed and put his arm around her. She leaned into him for a handful of seconds and then stood and walked towards the door. Luke thought she might leave, but she turned around, looked at him, and said, "I cheated on you."

It felt like he'd been run over by a dump truck, like his chest had caved in and deprived him of the ability to breathe. His head spun. He slowly slid off the edge of the bed, pulled his knees up, and tried his best not to completely lose his composure as his body shook.

"What...why...what do you mean?"

Shelby sat in the doorway and her dress rode up, exposing her inner thighs. For some reason Luke noted how soft and smooth they looked before returning to the sense of panic that gripped him.

"I...I met someone online. In a...a fetish group. He was...he'd read my posts...my posts about needing to find a way to submit without having to...to burden my husband. I was trying to find a way to feel that...that thing I need to feel without having to ask you. I was trying to see if I could do it online, via email or text or something. If I could do it anonymously. If I could get what I needed without forcing you to do something you're not into."

Luke couldn't escape the sensation that he'd failed his wife. She needed something and she'd been clear that she needed it and he'd been unable to provide it the last time they tried. He'd struggled in the months leading up to that last time, too, and he was certain he would have failed with increasing frequency as time went by.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"You don't have to be. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one that fucked up. The guy...he was so good at giving me what I needed. It started with emails. He gave me little tasks to do. He had me edge myself at work. He had me hurt myself a little and send him a picture - without my face - as proof. I felt bad doing it, but it gave me that release. It wasn't everything I needed, but it was enough that I didn't lose my mind."

Luke was aware that he should have been furious, but for some reason he found himself fascinated and a little bit intrigued.

"How did it go beyond email?"

"He asked for my number. He wanted to be able to get a hold of me anytime. I...I couldn't give him my real number, but I bought a burner phone and gave him that."

It was astoundingly duplicitous of her, and yet Luke felt somewhat appreciative of her ingenuity and of the depth of her need - not desire, but need - to submit.

"He started texting me multiple times a day with tasks and demands. He wanted me to make a video of me edging my pussy at work. He wanted to see a video of me deepthroating a toy, though he let me blur the rest of my face before sending the video. He wanted a video of me fucking my ass with a toy. He ordered me to buy a bigger toy and told me that he expected to see me fucking my ass with it before long."

Shelby was excited. She was confessing her infidelity and she was excited. Luke saw it on her face and in her eyes and he was certain he would have found her pussy wet if he pushed his hand into her panties. Again it seemed to be undeniable proof of her overwhelming need to submit and again he found himself feeling far less angry than he should have.

"He...he would send me videos of him stroking his cock. He would tell me how excited he got when I did as he'd instructed. He would tell me I was a good girl for making his dick so hard and for satisfying him. He would tell me that I'd made him cum so many times, that I'd made him feel so good...and that I could make him feel even better - and serve him even better - if I'd agree to meet him in person."

Her eyes welled up and a few tears escaped.

"So you agreed to meet him?" Luke asked.

Shelby looked away and nodded. "I'm so sorry. I...I shouldn't have done any of it, Luke. I'm so sorry."

"Where did you meet him?"

"At a hotel," she confessed. "A Hyatt. Last weekend. I told you I was going out with my girlfriends on Saturday night, but I met him."

Being lied to stung and Luke felt the pain of it.

"He made me strip as soon as I was in the room. He dominated me for three hours. He...he gave me what I needed. He gave me the full...he gave me exactly what I needed."

She couldn't look at Luke and he could see the shame she felt, though he could also see a wealth of desire mixed in.

More importantly, Luke remained intrigued and strangely free of the sort of anger he knew he was supposed to feel. He was angry that he'd been lied to and that Shelby had cheated on him, but not the kind of angry that ended a marriage. Not the kind of angry that led to a massive fight, even.

It was the sense of relief that Luke felt that surprised him most of all, though. It was relief that his wife had found someone that actually enjoyed tending to her need to submit. It was relief that he wouldn't have to do that anymore.

"Were you planning on seeing him again?"

She nodded. "Next weekend. At the Hyatt again."

"What...what was your favorite thing about submitting to him?"

Shelby studied Luke's face for what felt like ages and asked, "Do you really want to know?"

He nodded.

She looked down at her hands, took a deep breath, and said, "The way he fucked me."

Luke felt a surge of jealousy and a touch of insecurity. There was some anger in there, too. Shelby could have submitted without getting fucked. "How...how did he fuck you?"

"My...my hands were cuffed behind my back. My ass was red and painful from a fairly lengthy spanking that he'd delivered while fingering me. I was on my knees on the bed with my face pressed into the comforter."

Luke saw the arousal on his wife's face. He suspected that she wasn't trying to get turned on but that she couldn't help it. To his surprise, Luke felt a touch of arousal himself.

"He was at the foot of the bed and he made me back up until my ass was hanging off. He grabbed the cuffs and pulled back until my head was off the bed. It hurt, but it made me wet. Then he made me beg for his cock. I didn't...I didn't want to...to cheat on you like that...but I was just so...I was so weak, Luke. I was so weak because I was so turned on, because I needed...I needed him to fuck me. I needed him to use me like that. I needed to feel that release."

"So you begged?"

She looked at him and nodded. "I did."

Luke stared between his wife's legs and felt a strong desire to see her pussy. "Will you pull up your dress and take your panties off for me?" he asked. It wasn't a demand. He wasn't being dominant. It was just a request.

Shelby was clearly surprised by the request, but after a few seconds she pulled up her dress, took her panties off, and spread her legs. Even from a handful of feet away he could see that her pussy was wet and Luke felt multiple waves of arousal wash over him.

"After you begged, did he fuck you?" he asked.

She nodded. "He did."

Luke stared between her legs and imagined another man's cock inside her. For reasons beyond his comprehension, the imagery wasn't anywhere near as upsetting as it should have been. Instead, it was something close to the opposite of upsetting.

"And the way he fucked you...it was better than...it was good?"

Shelby nodded. "It was...he fucked me like he was overwhelmed with desire, like he was having the kind of sex that satisfied him more than any other, like fucking a woman he'd spent most of the night dominating in all manner of ways was the most satisfying thing he could imagine in that moment. It was hard and fast and deep and rough and intensely...intensely satisfying."

"I don't...when I fuck you during a session, it's not like that, is it?"

She shook her head. "I love you for trying so hard, for putting in so much work to learn how to dominate me, but it's always been obvious it wouldn't be your preferred way of having sex."

"So with him it was...it was better?"

There was a pained look on her face as she nodded. Her eyes welled up again. She cried just a bit. "I'm so sorry."

Luke's heart was pounding. His loins were tingling. He wasn't sure why, but he was reacting in a decidedly strange manner given what his wife had just confessed. He moved to his knees and crawled towards her. She looked surprised, but when his lips found hers Shelby returned the kiss. When his fingers moved into her pussy she moaned. Her hand found his cock not long after and she moaned again, perhaps because she'd discovered his erection.

Luke didn't say a word, but he unzipped his pants and freed his cock. Shelby moved to her back and guided him inside her.

He fucked his wife as they kissed. He fucked her slowly, enjoying every bit of pleasure that moving in and out of her pussy provided. She wrapped her legs around him and moaned into his mouth.

Luke thought of Shelby in the hotel bed. Her hands cuffed. Her ass red. Her face down. He thought of her begging another man for his cock. He thought of her doing so reluctantly but being completely unable to resist because she was so turned on. For some reason, all of it turned him on.

Luke came inside her. He came hard inside his wife. She held him close as his body trembled in a way it hadn't in a long, long time.

Shelby held him long after his orgasm. She kissed his neck and cheeks and told him how much she loved him. He stayed inside her until going soft and then pulled out and watched his cum leak out of her and onto the bedroom floor.

"I...I haven't had an orgasm like that in a long time," he said. "And I'm pretty sure it's possible you've never had an orgasm like the one you experienced with this guy."

She didn't say a word, but Luke could see the truth in what he'd said based on the look on her face.

"Maybe...I mean, this might be crazy, but maybe this is how it should be."

"You mean...you mean me submitting to someone else?"

Luke nodded. "I just...it was so hard for me to enjoy dominating you in recent months." He found himself welling up in the same way his wife had done so many times that night. Shelby rushed over and hugged him tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Luke. I could feel it, but I didn't talk to you about it. I just kept asking you to dominate me. I was so selfish. I'm so sorry."

"You didn't do anything wrong," he said. "You really didn't."

"I did. I really did. It's incredibly nice of you to act like I didn't, but I did, and I'm sorry."

She sat back and Luke studied her face and smiled. He felt love as he stared into her eyes. Deep, almost entirely uncomplicated love.

"I love you, Shelby, and I know it might sound crazy, but I think maybe you should keep that date at the Hyatt. We'll talk about it more, but for now I think that might be the right choice."

"I'd like that," she admitted. "I won't if you decide that it's insane for me to do so, but I'd like that."

Luke wasn't sure if it was insane or the smartest thing they could do as a couple. He knew he loved his wife, though, and he understood - now better than ever - that she needed something that he was incapable of giving her.

It wasn't lost on Luke - though he wasn't entirely willing to grapple with it yet - that he'd had a much better orgasm than usual while thinking about someone else fucking his wife.

For all those reasons - and others he probably hadn't fully explored - Luke wanted Shelby to keep her date at the Hyatt. Time would tell if it proved to be a terrible decision or if it might end up benefiting their marriage.