Soon to be Cuckold Husband

Each evening of the first week followed the same basic pattern. On my knees, I'd meet her at the door with a drink, then serve her a nice dinner. I'd clean up as she enjoyed her dessert. Retiring to the den, she'd relax on the pit group or in the recliner as I served another drink. If I wore briefs, she'd usually strip them off before having me kneel in front of her, my knees spread and hands tied behind my back. Often she'd choose this time to make phone calls to her friends, both male and female. One guy she called frequently was Bob. While chatting with him on a Friday night she unbuttoned her blouse revealing the absence of her bra and pulled her short skirt up to where I could see a glimpse of her pantied twat. She drove me crazy, carressing my thighs, balls and occasionally my cock with her stocking feet.

As with most of the guys, she explained to Bob that we had a special "arrangement" which allowed her to date other men. She asked him to describe his cock, and it must have sounded impressive, judging by the way she "ooohed" as she slipped her hand inside her blouse to tweak her nipple.

She then spent a while explaining to him quite graphically the way she was going to suck his cock before screwing him silly. Meanwhile, her hand moved down to her panties and slipped inside. Quite forgotten, my prick could only throb in the air as I watched the lacy outline of her fingers moving in and out of her cunt. Before long her back arched in an orgasm. I then heard her arrange a date for the following night before hanging up.

Noting my errection, she seemed somewhat amused. Leaning up to lightly grasp my cock, (an act that made my head dizzy with pleasure,) she qipped,"Isn't that just the sweetest little thing, the way you tell me how very much you approve and look foward to my first date. I believe that I may even give you the chance to earn a reward. Would you like that, my soon to be cuckold husband?"

Disciplined by Wife After Poker Party

She had me kneel, then pulled the cord, forcing me to bend slightly. She turned on the TV, telling me to look closely at what I could've had if I'd came upstairs on time.
The scene showed Toni kneeling just inside the bedroom as if waiting for someone to enter. She was wearing the white teddy and stockings, just as I'd asked. The intercom was barely audible in the background. Apparently she was listening for a sign that I was coming upstairs. She turned to the camera, and in a tone of total surrender, whispered, "this is what's waiting for you, you lucky bastard. I'm so hot I'm going crazy waiting for you. But I'm gonna take care of you first, babe. I can't wait till you walk in and see this..." She held hand cuffs behind her to simulate wearing them, then opened her mouth, closed her eyes and tilted her head back. She spent a couple of minutes practicing her begging skills...even to the point of saying she wanted to drink my cum. (Which she had ALWAYS refused!) The intercom caught her attention, and she looked annoyed. Soon her entire attention turned to the guys and I talking downstairs. She seemed to grow angrier by the minute, and eventually she turned off the camera.
Toni now turned the TV off, though I noticed that the camera was again running. She removed her robe seductively, and stood with her satin covered mound just inches from my face. Holding my face out of reach, she rubbed herself slowly, taunting me verbally all the while about how she planned to soon have me begging far worse than she had done, and for a much longer time. I was beginning to understand this wasn't just another of our fun little sessions. She was seriously angry!

Wife Trains Husband in Female Dominance

The next morning, as well as most of our spare time the next few days, was spent on what Tori described as my "domestic training." I was expected to perform every iota of house and yard work as well as a multitude of personal services for her. Amongst the items she expected me to become prtoficient in were bathing her, shaving her legs, dressing and un-dressing her, styling her hair and make-up, cooking and serving all her meals, performing manicures and pedicures, providing rub downs and massages,etc,etc. She told me more jobs would be added after I learned these. In addition she showed me plans for remodling jobs around the house I was to do, specifically the bedroom, the den and the basement. Let's just say it appeared alot of bondage and video gear was to be involved.

She provided a list of rules for me noting more would be forthcoming. Most were basic Female Domination rules, such as how I should never touch her, nor my own cock or balls, except with her permission. Orgasms for me were out of the question unless she deemed I'd earned one. "Control the male orgasm and you control the male," was her motto. My wife also made it a rule that I was to remain undressed at home, spending my time in the nude, a leather thong or a loin cloth, depending on her mood. I thought to protest this but the mention of a maid's uniform as an alternative quickly shut my mouth.

My Wife Dominates Me

The rest of that night was spent satisfying her orally as she explained various plans and ideas she had in mind for the next six months. Though several of her plans sounded like a lot of fun, (such as being lent out to a couple of her girlfriends,) many other ideas struck me as completely outlandish now that they were going to be reality instead of fantasy. Several things were crystal clear before the night ended. Foremost was her conviction that her pleasure, sexual or otherwise, was of paramount importance while concern for my pleaure was to be practically neglected, both on her part and mine. She sensed my mixed reactions toward her ideas and explained in no uncertain terms that she coundn't care less whether anything we tried was a turn-on for me or not. I would perform exactly as she instructed or else experience half a year of no sexual release as well as the possibility of a divorce.

That night she had me fix a pallet on the floor at the foot of the bed and sleep there, my hands bound to the foot board. "Surely you don't expect to sleep in the bed with me," she laughed. "But dont worry, we'll make some kind of arrangements to keep me from having to be alone in bed. Good night, my little subbie hubby."

Cuckold Fantasy to Reality

The next evening found me tied spread eagle to the bed in the guest room. The ball gag muffled my moans as my wife sat next to me teasing my throbbing cock with her fingertips. Suddenly she was interrupted by the doorbell.

"Now you behave yourself and be a good little boy," she giggled, glancing at my cock as she accented the word 'little.' "Who knows, perhaps I'll bring you a treat to eat later tonight. One thing is for sure, soon all your cuckold fantasies will become real. I hope you enjoy living them out as much as me!"

She left the door of the room open a few inches assuring greater torment for me. I listened as she answered the door and proceeded to make small talk with her date for awhile. Before long the talk died down, replaced by the occasional moan of either her or her soon to be lover. Eventually footsteps approached, and I held my breath, afraid they'd enter the room where I lay bound. Indeed, they stopped just outside the door and I heard the smacking sound of wet kisses followed by my wife giggling. "I can't wait to feel your cock in me," she said breathlessly. "It's twice the size of my husbands!"

Teasing Terri

It was two weeks later before Terri initiated another session. While similar to the first, she seemed to exhibit more confidence this time. She took her own sweet time having me please her orally before telling me to lie on my back and grasp the headboard, warning me that if I let go of the headboard, there'd be no pussy for me tonight. As she rubbed her soaked pussy lightly over my turgid prick, she told me how much she was enjoying being in control sexually. Leaning over, she whispered in my ear, "Are you ready for my pussy?" I could barely gasp in the affirmative.

"Mmmm, I don't think I'm quite wet enough yet," she giggled as she slid up my body and planted a thigh on each side of my head Holding one hand on my forehead to prevent me rising, she playfully lowered her pussy just out of reach of my outstretched tongue. Looking up past her lovely breasts I saw a look of bliss come over her face just as I gasped, "Please?" Apparently it was what she'd been waiting for as she quickly lowered her twat to my mouth and moaned a single word, "Lick!"