“That’s a good whore. Fuck, that was hot! If I wasn’t so tired, you’d be eating me out again before bed.”
Nathan let out an exhausted laugh. As fun as that sounded, he was glad it was time for sleep.
They got under the covers, easing their sapped, soiled and relaxed bodies. Laura scooted up behind him and wrapped an arm around Nate’s side. She pressed her warm curves into his back, ass and legs, assuming the position of big spoon once again. The pleased Domina reached up and stroked his hair gently as they settled in for the night.
“You know it’s not just the sex, right? It’s more than that. We’re communicating again. You’re responding to my wants and needs. And most of all, you’re allowing yourself to be vulnerable. That’s what was missing before.”
“I know, my love. I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner.”
“Shhhhhh… It’s alright. You’re doing so well. And now that you’re trusting me to guide this relationship, everything is going to be so much better.”
Nathan felt her hand glide across his chest and her hips press against his ass warmly. He blushed and smiled before falling into the most restful sleep of his life.
* * * * *
12:14 PM
WIFEY (She Who Must Be Obeyed)
Hey. You on break?
Yeah, I was just about to get some lunch. How’s your day, beautiful?
Pretty good, handsome. Tired as fuck of meetings, but that’s to be expected. Anyway, in regards to tonight, there’s been a change of plans.
Oh?
I know we just dropped therapy and now our Tuesdays are open for the first time in months, but I scheduled us for a new kind of counseling.
What kind, exactly?
BDSM counseling. Officially, it’s called “lifestyle training.” We have our first session tonight.
Oh! lol… Should I be worried?
No, you should be excited.
I am very excited, my Queen.
Have you been a good boy? You haven’t touched yourself? No cumming since Friday night?
No ma’am. I’ve been good.
You must be awfully horny then?
As horny as I was on Friday. Maybe more.
Good. I was thinking of giving you permission to jerk off until you cum in the men’s room. Perhaps ordering you to do so. But now that we have plans, I think I’ll keep you frustrated until then.
That’s just mean.
Awww, so sad! See you tonight, slut. We’ll grab a bite out before your new training begins. 🙂
Yes, Ma’am. Love you, wife.
Love you so much, husband.
* * * * *
“He should be below you at all times. Especially when you play, but I recommend extending it beyond play time. Any time you’re alone together is a good rule.”
“It’s nice being the one who towers over him, for a change. I must admit, I’m enjoying this.”
Nathan’s knees and ass were raw as he looked up at two beauties sitting on the sofa above him. One was his wife, dressed much more provocatively than usual. She was decked out in a luxurious red latex bustier with matching thigh highs and arm gloves. It was an outfit she’d purchased in secret for tonight’s session. She looked amazing in it. Nate hoped it would be a staple in the bedroom.
The other woman, Mistress Sevara, was their new counselor. Not really, of course. Sex therapist? Throwing away all pretense, she was clearly a Dominatrix. Nathan wondered if Laura had typed out the word counseling with a straight face earlier. It was an interesting type of counseling that saw someone stripped naked, shackled and worked over with paddles and floggers.
Since arriving at Sevara’s lair, they’d gone over some basic BDSM safety, most of which Nate and Laura already knew. Nathan had been outfitted with a collar, wrist cuffs, thigh cuffs and ankle cuffs; all made of thick, premium leather. Mistress Sevara gave him his first enema, a lesson that would come in handy for a couple who regularly enjoyed anal play.
After that, they enjoyed ordering him around on hands and knees for a while before moving to the dungeon. Mistress Sevara had demonstrated many techniques with paddle, switch and whip. Laura was a quick learner, but that did nothing to dull the throbbing ache in Nate’s ass.
Now they were taking a break in the parlor. Nathan was periodically ordered to lick and kiss their boots in between fetching whatever Mistress Sevara wanted. The Femdom duo chatted away. The pro Domme asked Laura questions and imparted all kinds of tips and suggestions. It was obvious she relished encouraging couples to enter and intensify female-led relationships.
Nate felt like he was seeing double. It was almost comical how alike they were, in appearance if not demeanor. Mistress Sevara was also a full-figured blonde. She was a bit older and had more meat on her bones, but her cushion was in all the right places. She looked fantastic for her age. The haughty hostess wore a shiny, black leather corset over her pink lingerie. Her pink arm gloves shined with bubblegum gloss. Her outfit was a feast for the senses.
“Have you picked out a personal collar for him yet?”
“No, but I’m going to soon. He’s already agreed to wear one.”
“I would hope so. How about a chastity cage? You mentioned enjoying the orgasm denial, so why not go all the way?”
“Are those safe?”
“Oh yes, absolutely! If you buy the right kind and follow the precautions, it’s safe and so fulfilling. I’ll be more than happy to help you with that.”
Nathan winced. Things were moving ahead much faster than he’d anticipated. Still, how could he complain when it was his suggestion to begin with? Besides, whatever bit of silly, egotistical male pride was still screaming in the back of his mind, he couldn’t deny he was turned on.
His penis twitched below. It grew harder the more they talked about him like a slave whose agency and autonomy would soon be nothing but a memory. He may not be a natural sub who reveled in following orders, but he was definitely a bottom and growing more enamored with the Femdom paradigm every day.
“What about outfits? I want to get some new ones for our play, but I’m not sure where to start. Well, other than what I’m wearing.”
“Laura, you should start by deciding what YOU want! Look at you! You’re a Goddess in red rubber!” Mistress Sevara retrieved her crop from the end table and pointed it at Nathan. “He doesn’t deserve that! He has to earn it. The LEAST he can do is wear what you want him to! Whether that’s a leather harness, a gimp suit, a dress or nothing but his collar.”
Laura looked increasingly excited the more Mistress Sevara spoke. “Well, when you put it that way… I guess I’ll be doing some more shopping soon. I take it you can point me in the direction of some good vendors?”
“With pleasure, dear.”
Mistress Sevara set her crop aside and took up her tea, draining the glass smoothly. Laura uncapped her bottled water and downed its remnants, refreshing herself after their first round of Femdom exertions.
“I think it’s time for Nathan’s anal training. Shall we head back to the dungeon for the finale?” the eager Domme suggested.
“Absolutely! I’m ready” Laura agreed.
“Very good. Perhaps we should give this naughty young man his first taste of being spit-roasted while we’re at it? If you’re so inclined.”
“Oh, I’m very inclined!” Laura replied with a grin and a chuckle.
The two Dominas stood and Laura grabbed the leash connected to Nate’s collar. They led him back to the hallway and started down the stairs, chatting as their boots thudded against the floorboards.
“Thank you so much for all of this, Sevara. I think we’ll definitely be booking another session soon, if you’re available.”
“You’ll be happy to know I offer discounts for regular customers. Significant savings for those who schedule bi-weekly sessions or weekly play.”
“Awesome!” Laura’s enthusiasm was evident.
They reached the bottom of the stairs and the trio re-entered Mistress Sevara’s fully equipped dungeon. The smells of leather, rubber, metal and lubricant permeated the cool air, washing over Nathan as he quickly returned to his hands and knees. To his chagrin, he realized he’d done so without even being instructed. He truly was being trained.
“If I may, Mistress Laura?” Sevara reached for the leash.
“Oh, of course!” She handed it over readily.
In private, Laura told him that she didn’t care for the term Mistress, but it seemed she was warning to it quickly under the tutelage of a professional Domme.
Mistress Sevara led Nathan over the cold, stone expanse to an odd device that looked almost like a coffin. “Up here” she said, tapping the sturdy wooden box with her crop. “Line up your wrists with those cuffs and kneel on the end by the hole.”
Nate climbed onto the medieval contraption and positioned himself accordingly. Sevara set her crop aside and quickly undid his existing wrist cuffs before locking him into the ones attached to the device.
“This is a smother box” she explained as she worked. “It’s used for sitting on men’s faces while they’re bound in a confined space. Queening, as it’s often called. Perhaps we’ll enjoy that during your next session.”
“Mmmm… yes please” Laura purred.
“It’s smart of you to do this” Sevara continued as she tossed the old cuffs aside with a metallic clank. “It’s a huge expense, equipping a dungeon. Why buy bondage furniture when you can come use mine?”
“I agree” Laura replied with a nod. “Though, if I’m honest, I’m already dreaming of having my own little dungeon some day.”
“Oh! Going to give me some competition?” the veteran joked.
“No, no! Nothing like that!!!” Laura waved her arms.
The duo laughed and Sevara nodded toward her massive rack of dildos. “C’mon, let’s pick out our toys. What’s the biggest cock this little bitch has taken so far?”
“Seven inches.”
“Pffft, a small fry in my business. Think he’s ready to take it up a notch?”
“Only one way to find out!”
Nathan tried his hardest to get comfortable as the two Dominas laughed and outfitted themselves with strapon harnesses. It was so weird to be face down, ass up, shivering in a bondage dungeon. Even more so to hear them talking about a seven inch dick like it was small. Seven inches was Nathan’s size when fully erect. He’d always been proud of his above average penis. It seemed if his wife and Mistress Sevara had their way, those days would soon be over.
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