A Deeper Sense of Control - Part 10

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"Don't get dressed," Allison called out as Emmett stepped out of the bathroom.

He smiled - he wasn't entirely sure how Allison knew he'd just finished drying off and was heading for the closet, but she knew - and paused for a few moments before heading for the bed. She hadn't offered any instructions beyond making clear her desire for him to be naked, so Emmett figured he'd lie down and wait for what she had in store.

Allison appeared in the bedroom doorway not long after and stopped with a smile on her face. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a v-neck sweater that did a rather wondrous job of showing off her cleavage. Most notable - for Emmett, at least - was the chain around her neck and the key that rested between her beautiful breasts. That key had the power to release him from chastity and every time he saw it he couldn't help but hope that Allison would slip it in the lock to his cage and set him free.

"You're staring," she said.

"Sorry," Emmett replied. "Sometimes I can't help it."

Allison reached between her breasts and took the small key in her fingers. She held it up and smiled as Emmett once again entertained the idea that his wife would set him free from the bondage that encased his cock and offer him any kind of pleasure.

She let the key rest between her breasts once more and pulled the sweater over her head. It fell to the floor and Allison spun around, unbuttoned her jeans, and slowly worked them over her hips, showing off her milky white ass with a lace thong running down the crack. It all seemed designed to arouse Emmett and the gentle surge of pain in his cage made it obvious Allison was succeeding in her mission.

"You know, the sight of your cock in that cage turns me on," Allison said as she spun around and sauntered towards the bed in her matching bra and panty set.

Emmett looked down at his caged cock - which looked so small - and marveled at the idea that it had the power to arouse his wife. "Really?" he asked.

Allison stopped at the side of the bed and reached down to cup his cock and balls in her hand. She caressed him softly, offering a hint of pleasure and a surprisingly relaxing sensation. "It's what this cage represents," she says. "It's the way it makes me feel powerful, the way it reminds me of your submission and my control over you."

Before he could say a word, Allison lowered her panties and straddled Emmett. She settled the warmth of her pussy against his caged cock and gently rested her hands on his chest.

"It's more than that, though," she continued. "It makes me think of how much it turns me on to humiliate you, and how willing you are to be humiliated for my pleasure. In so many ways, the cage is a reminder that we're a perfect match for each other."

"The humiliation turns me on," Emmett replied. "It always has. I can still remember how much it turned me on the first time it happened."

Allison smiled, pressed her hands into his chest, and slowly moved her pussy back and forth over his locked cock. Emmett felt his caged flesh slip inside his wife - who was unquestionably wet - and he let out a quiet moan at how astoundingly good it felt. "I remember that too. I was in this position, wasn't I?"

Emmett nodded.

"You weren't locked up then, of course. You were inside me, which is probably where you want to be right now," Allison said. "I remember feeling like I couldn't quite get where I wanted to be, sexually speaking. I was turned on, but not quite enough to get me over the top, to make me cum in the way I wanted. I remember feeling a sense of frustration with you, even though it wasn't really your fault. It's not like you'd changed in any significant way, I just wasn't getting what I needed in the moment."

Emmett closed his eyes for a moment as the memory Allison described came back to him. He could see the frustration on her face. He hadn't known what was going on in her head at the time, but it was obvious she wasn't quite getting what she needed.

"Do you remember what I said?" she asked.

Emmett opened his eyes, stared up at his beautiful wife - who was still gently grinding on his locked cock with her increasingly wet pussy - and said, "I think so."

"Tell me," Allison requested.

"You told me that my cock wasn't big enough to satisfy you," Emmett recalled.

Allison smiled. "I did," she said. "And do you remember what you did when I told you that, Emmett?"

Emmett nodded. "I moaned. Loudly, if I recall. I remember how it felt, too. You'd never even hinted that I wasn't big enough to satisfy you, and then you just walloped me with it and before I'd had even a second to think about it I was overwhelmed with this sense of arousal."

"It was the same for me," Allison said. "I had no idea it would turn me on to say something like that to you, and yet it did. I got wetter the moment I said it and saw the look on your face. The sex - the same exact sex we'd been having before I uttered those words - felt better."

Emmett arched his back in the ridiculous hope that he could somehow experience more of the pleasure of his wife's pussy by doing so, but of course he couldn't. He was still locked in chastity, after all.

"That was the beginning of something that changed our lives, Emmett," Allison said. Her breathing was getting heavier and he was fairly certain she was working herself up by rubbing her clit over his crotch while teasing his locked cock. "It's made me happier and far more satisfied. I know sometimes it's been hard for you, but I think you're happier too, aren't you?"

"Yes," Emmett admitted. It was odd to feel like he was having sex with his wife without being hard or experiencing the full pleasure of being inside her, but that was unquestionably the experience he was having in the moment.

"It's still true, you know," Allison said. "You're still not enough to satisfy me. Your cock isn't even remotely big enough. You're not skilled enough. You don't last long enough. If I had to give up fucking my playmates, I don't think I could, Emmett. I don't think I could live without being able to bring in a real man to satisfy my needs."

Emmett could see his wife getting lost in their shared fantasy. She was riding him harder and faster and the look of pleasure on her face indicated that she was absolutely moving towards an orgasm.

"You deserve to fuck better men than me," Emmett said. "You deserve to fuck anyone you want, Allison. You deserve to feel truly satisfied, to claim the pleasure you desire in whatever way you desire it. I'm not good enough for you. I'm better off as your cuckold." He wanted to fan the flames of lust that Allison had stoked with a wealth of dirty talk. He wanted to help his wife orgasm - which he was certain she was close to doing - and he was more than willing to denigrate himself in service of her orgasm, especially because Emmett found it so arousing to do so.

Allison sat up, grasped Emmett's chastity key and pulled it over her head. She slid back, slipped the key into the lock, and turned it slowly. She smiled at Emmett, freed him from the confines of the cage, and set the pieces on the bed next to him before taking his soft shaft into her hand and stroking him.

"Fuck," he said as his flesh immediately came to life in his wife's hand.

Allison offered a slow, teasing handjob until Emmett was hard and then released his shaft and looked down at it. "Every single man I've played with since I started fucking other guys has been bigger than you," she said. "They've fucked me better than you. They've fucked me longer than you ever did. They've satisfied me in ways that you never could, Emmett."

He thought she might have released him purely for the pleasure of teasing him, but then Allison scooted forward and took his cock into her slick pussy. She sat down, held still for a handful of seconds, and then leaned forward and put her hands on his chest. She smiled and slowly lifted her hips, bathing his cock in the perfect slickness and heat of her pussy before dropping back down once more and doing it all over again.

"Does my pussy feel good?" she asked.

Emmett nodded and moaned.

Allison smiled. "I can barely feel your small cock, Emmett. My playmates have ruined my pussy for you, I guess. They've made it so that your cock is now completely useless to me. I could cum by grinding my clit into you, I suppose, but I could cum on a pillow like that. What's the point of fucking a man if his cock is so small and so thin that it can't really satisfy you?"

Emmett groaned. "I...I don't know," he answered.

Allison leaned down and kissed his neck. She rode him faster, offering Emmett's stiff cock an even deeper form of pleasure. "There is no point, Emmett," she whispered between kisses. "Your cock doesn't belong inside me. The fact that you're even inside me right now is a miracle, a gift I've given you. It's not going to make me feel good. It's purely for your pleasure. Enjoy it, Emmett, because it won't happen very often. Enjoy your wife's pussy. Enjoy the pussy that your cock can't satisfy. Enjoy the pussy that I'd much rather give to another man right now."

Allison sat up, leaned back, and continued to grind on Emmett's cock. She reached back and her hand found his balls and squeezed them tight as he watched her breasts bounce with the vigorous movements of her hips. Allison smiled and her fingers moved below his balls and teased his taint, rubbing it in small circles while applying gentle pressure.

"Do you want it?" Allison asked.

Emmett knew what she was talking about. He felt his lust surge and his heart flutter at the mention of it. He wasn't sure why, but he wanted it. He nodded. "I do."

Allison slowed her hips, limiting the pleasure for his stiff cock and keeping Emmett in a state of desperate desire. "Then say it," she demanded. "Say what you want."

"I...I want you to finger my ass," he answered.

Allison smiled. "You want me to fuck you, Emmett?" she asked. "Would that make you feel good? Would you enjoy it if I fucked your tight little ass?"

"Yes, please," Emmett begged. He knew Allison was teasing him, that she was purposefully riding him slower so he'd beg to get fucked in the ass. He couldn't help himself, though. He wanted to cum, and he knew she'd make him cum if her fingers were up his ass. Of course she would. "Please, Allison, fuck my ass."

Emmett thought of the vigorous, painful anal pounding he'd taken while his wife watched. He thought of the cock that had taken his ass, that had pushed him into a place of intense submission, that had transformed him into what felt like an entirely different kind of man. It felt like it had freed him to become the man he really was, the sort of man that would beg his wife to fuck his ass and would think nothing of it.

Allison slipped her index finger into Emmett's ass and quickly followed it with her middle finger. She rode his cock with her slick cunt and fingered his ass deeply. Emmett felt a mixture of pleasure and a touch of pain as he took it up the ass and it was exactly what he wanted in that moment. It was more than enough to push him right to the brink of an orgasm.

"Cum for me, Emmett," Allison said. "Cum as I fuck your ass and ride your worthless cock."

Emmett had no choice but to do as his wife desired. She fucked the orgasm out of him. It erupted from his cock and into her pussy. She buried her fingers in his asshole as he came and unleashed a devilish smile, as if she found it deeply satisfying to have brought him to yet another kinky, anal-fueled orgasm.

"Your last two orgasms have come while you've been taking it up the ass," Allison noted before slowly pulling her fingers from his asshole. "I've turned you into something of an anal slut, haven't I?"

Emmett couldn't bring himself to answer that, though there was no question he'd cum rather hard during his last two orgasms and that in both cases he'd had something up his ass.

"It won't surprise you to know that you didn't make me cum, Emmett," Allison continued. "I wasn't expecting you to, though. Expecting a cuckold's cock to be able to make you cum is just asking to be disappointed, after all. I do expect you to make me cum with that mouth of yours, though."

Allison didn't give Emmett a chance to express his desire to service her pussy with his mouth. Instead, she lifted her pussy from his cock and dropped it onto his face. Cum flowed onto his tongue as he put it inside her - he was always going to do as she desired - and he swallowed everything that flowed into his mouth while Allison rode his face.

"That's good," she said. "Eat your cum out of me. Clean my messy pussy. Clean up every drop of your seed, Emmett. Clean your mess and make your wife cum."

Emmett did exactly as Allison desired. He feasted on his cum. He licked her clit. He swallowed everything that dripped out of her. He thought he'd bring her to orgasm, too, but Allison had other plans.

She moved her hips forward until her asshole was directly over his mouth and sat down, smothering him in the process. "Eat my asshole," she demanded. "Put your tongue in that tight hole. Show me just how dedicated you are to my pleasure, Emmett. Eat my ass while I masturbate."

Emmett was buried between her beautiful ass cheeks and he felt utterly powerless, which brought him a surprising sense of satisfaction. He licked his wife's asshole as she masturbated her pussy just above his forehead. He licked furiously and every once in a while penetrated her tight hole with his tongue, getting a taste of her insides while Allison moaned while she was using him as little more than a sex toy.

She came without saying a word. Her ass cheeks tightened around his head and then her body vibrated gloriously as her moans filled their bedroom. Emmett licked and tongued her asshole while she climaxed and he felt a sense of pride at having given her such pleasure.

Allison slowly slid down his body, leaving a wet streak behind, and then smiled as she sat across Emmett's thighs. "Thank you for that, Emmett."

"For what?" he asked. "All I did was...well, whatever you wanted me to do."

Allison's smile brightened. "I know. That's what I'm thank you for. You haven't fought my need for more control, for an even kinkier version of our relationship. You've gone along with it. You've given me everything I needed, Emmett. So thank you. That's not something most men would do."

"It's what I need too," Emmett said. "Sometimes that's hard for me to accept, but it's true. It's always been true, from the very first time. The things I feel, the desire, the lust, the passion, whatever you want to call it, it's just so intense when we play like we just did, or when someone else is fucking you and you're looking into my eyes and telling me they're better...that's just incredible."

"I know," she said. "It is for me too. It's like I need to get fucked by someone else and I need to tell you that they're better, to see that look on your face as I say it, to know what you're feeling, to know that you're experiencing that humiliation and the pleasure that comes with it."

"I guess we really are made for each other, Allison," Emmett noted.

She smiled. "I'd kiss you, but your tongue was just in my ass so I think I'll wait until you've brushed your teeth. But, just know that I want to, Emmett. I want to kiss you and tell you that you're right, that we're made for each other. What a wonderful thing that is."

"I know," Emmett replied. "It really is."

"You know, Joshua invited us to a party," Allison said. "A lifestyle party, he called it. He said we'd fit in, that we could play with other guys like him or other couples. I wasn't going to accept his invitation, but maybe it would be fun to bring my cuckold husband to a party like that and fool around with all sorts of playmates while you watched, and maybe used that pretty mouth of yours to fluff and clean up. Maybe I could even arrange for you to get fucked while I watched. Would that be fun, Emmett?"

"It sounds fun," he answered. "Maybe we should go."

"Maybe we will," she replied.

Emmett wasn't sure if she was serious about going, but he couldn't help but think that he'd have fun at that sort of party, especially if Allison was going to take control and direct him for her pleasure, which she seemed increasingly comfortable doing. He might regret saying he'd be willing to go, but that was a chance Emmett was willing to take.