The Journey of a Submissive Cuckold - Part 9

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You plan a weekend getaway with your wife for the first time since she took up with her lover. Since you're not at home, she's far more comfortable dominating you and you spend your weekend locked in a chastity cage as she takes advantage of your eagerness to serve. Plus, she texts and talks with her lover to tease you.

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It was a Friday night. It was the first day of a weekend getaway with your wife. You'd just gotten back from dinner - where you'd had cocktails, had shared a bottle of wine, and had enjoyed the most exquisite food imaginable - and you were in the plush, insanely comfortable hotel bed.

"Get naked," your wife said as she opened her suitcase. "And put this on."

She tossed a black velvet bag onto the bed. You knew that your chastity cage - the one Annalise had gotten you fitted for - rested inside the bag. Your wife was aware that you wore it sometimes while you were at home, but she'd never interacted with it before. She doesn't dominate you at home, after all. She doesn’t cuckold you at home. She doesn't engage in kink of any kind at home because she's still not comfortable with it invading your real lives in that way. Thankfully, she's flexible enough to let you indulge in dom/sub sessions with Annalise, who fulfills your desires while your wife is off having wild fun with her wealthy lover.

"Really?" you asked.

"Yes. Really. We're going to have fun this weekend."

She grabbed something from her suitcase and walked to the bathroom. You stripped hurriedly and slipped your genitals into the chastity cage. Your excitement made it challenging, but eventually you managed to fit your flaccid shaft in the small metal cage that made it impossible to achieve an erection.

Ten minutes later, your wife emerged from the bathroom in an elegant, expensive-looking bra, panty, garter belt, stockings, and heels set that you'd never seen before.

"Holy shit. You look perfect."

She smiled, turned to the side, and struck a flirty pose before blowing you a kiss. Your wife then sauntered towards you, reached out, and gently cupped your caged cock and balls.

"It's a shame you're all locked up in this little cage," she said softly. "If you were free, you could fuck me."

You instinctively looked around the room in search of the key, though of course it was nowhere in sight.

"How long has it been since I let you have me?" she asked.

"Nearly two months."

She leaned in and kissed your neck. "I've spent four weekends with my lover in that span of time. He's had his way with me so many times I couldn't even count them all. He's had me in this lingerie set I'm wearing. He's had me in countless other lingerie sets, in a few cocktail dresses, and in the nude, of course. He gets to have me wherever, whenever, and however he wants me when I'm with him...and only your tongue has been inside me in the last two months."

Her softly-delivered words were more than enough to make your chastised cock throb in its cage, your flesh poking through the bars as you tried in vain to get hard. Her fingers danced slowly over your balls as she kissed your neck and moaned.

"You're lucky he didn't arrange to have me fly to him this weekend," she said. "I would have gone to him without hesitation. My pussy gets wet at the sound of his voice. I can't resist him. I can't subdue my desire for him. If and when he wants me, I go to him, even if my husband has planned a romantic weekend getaway for the two of us."

"I am lucky," you replied. "In more ways than one."

She stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed before crossing one leg over the other. "Is that right?"

You nodded. "I'm lucky that my wife has fully embraced her desire for another man. I'm lucky that I'm turned on every moment you're with him. I'm lucky that it turns me on when you deny me your pussy because you're saving it for him. I'm lucky that you let me serve Annalise in whatever way she desires. I'm lucky that you're so generous."

"I agree. You're a very lucky man."

Your wife pointed to the floor and you fell to your knees, eliciting a smile from the beautiful woman who'd made so many of your fantasies come true since your fateful trip to Vegas.

"Annalise tells me that you're practicing your cocksucking skills."

Fear gripped you for a moment as you studied your wife's face for some sign of how she felt about the fact that you'd been giving strapon blowjobs to Annalise with some frequency. Clearly your domme had shared that information with your wife - as was her right, of course - but she hadn't told you that she'd done so.

"I...I have," you said.

Your wife leaned forward and you couldn't help but stare at her breasts for a few moments.

"You seem embarrassed," she said. "Do you feel embarrassed?"

"A little."

She reached out and ran her fingers through your hair. "Are you embarrassed at the idea of being a cocksucker? Because it's my understanding that Annalise intends on making you give a real blowjob before long. It's also my understanding that you're quite eager to do so because you know it will arouse her."

You looked away but your wife grabbed your chin and directed your gaze back to her.

"I...I am excited by it," you admitted. "I really like serving her. I really like the way she gets off on dominating me. I really like how excited she gets at the thought of me giving a blowjob for her. I mean, she even gets excited when I suck her strapon, when she calls me dirty names as I do it. It's...I like serving her."

Your wife gently ran her index finger over your lips as she studied your face. You were prepared for your mouth to be penetrated, but instead she pulled her hand away.

Then her lips curled into a beautiful smile. "I love sucking cock," she said. "Or, more accurately, I love sucking my lover's cock. I love, love, love it. It gets me wet. Truly, deeply wet. It makes my whole body tingle with desire. I love being on my knees in front of him. I love how excited he gets when I drop to my knees, when I take him in my mouth, when I look up at him as I pleasure him."

She leans back and runs her fingers over her inner thighs before slipping a hand into her panties and slowly rubbing her pussy.

"Sucking cock is a funny thing. It's fundamentally the same thing from one cock to the next, and yet the pleasure of it depends almost entirely on the man you're blowing, or in your case, on the woman you're sucking cock for."

Annalise is unquestionably aroused at the idea of you giving a blowjob at her instruction. She pictures it when you suck her strapon. She talks about it. She calls you dirty names. She tells you that soon you'll have a real man's cock in your mouth, that you'll suck him off while she masturbates, that you'll take his load in your mouth as your reward for being a good cocksucker. That's why the idea of actually doing it turns you on, so of course your wife is entirely correct in her observation about cocksucking.

"It turns me on that you love sucking his cock," you said. "It turns me on that you pleasure him that way, that you sometimes make him cum in your mouth, that you always swallow his cum when you do."

"I wouldn't dream of spitting out his cum," she replied. "I couldn't imagine disappointing him in that way. Plus, I get turned on when he cums in my mouth. When I feel it spurting on my tongue. When I see the pleasure on his face as he's expelling his seed for me. When I hear those beautiful grunts and groans as he has an orgasm that makes his whole body tremble."

She pulled her panties aside and you stared between her thighs at her swollen pussy lips. They parted slightly, revealing the glistening, warm, wet flesh inside that you craved, that you would likely be denied that weekend.

"I want to fuck you so badly," you said.

She laughed softly. "I know you do and it makes me happy that you're still so eager for me despite the fact that I've given myself to another man so many times since I last let you have me. I like that you were honest when you confessed your fantasies, that you really are turned on by the fact I have spectacular sex with another man, that he makes me cum harder than you do, that I've given him my pussy, that I yearn for his cock and his cum inside me, that I cannot help but give him anything and everything he wants when I'm with him."

You crawled closer and kissed the soft skin of her inner thighs. "I'm endlessly aroused by how enamored you are with him, by how eager you are to satisfy him. More than anything, though, I'm aroused by how deeply he satisfies you. You're finally having the kind of sex you've always deserved."

She gently pushed two fingers into her pussy and you admired the beauty of such a simple act of self pleasure. Your wife fucked herself for a short spell and then pulled her fingers free and held them close to your lips.

"Can I suck them clean?" you asked.

"Yes, you may."

You took her fingers in your mouth. You held her gaze while sucking and swirling your tongue around them. You used the techniques for cocksucking that Annalise had taught you and watched as your wife smiled.

"You really are learning to be a cocksucker," she said. "Your dedication to Annalise is impressive. I can see why she finds such satisfaction in her time with you. You're clearly willing to do just about anything to please her."

"Is that okay?" you asked as your wife pulled her fingers free and gently wiped them on the comforter.

"Of course. It's more than okay, in fact. It's beautiful. I shouldn't be the only one to find satisfaction in this new era of our marriage. I'm not capable of giving you everything you need, but I'm more than capable of giving you permission to serve Annalise, to find pleasure in submitting to her. The truth is, even if I was willing to dominate you at home, I wouldn't be into the expansive approach that Annalise has taken. I simply wouldn't find pleasure in making you suck cock, or priming you for a strapon fucking, or taking you to a sex club like the one you've visited multiple times."

"I'm so thankful you've let me develop something with Annalise. I really am."

She leaned forward and kissed you softly, offering just a hint of tongue before running her fingers through your hair once more and resting her forehead against yours.

"As long as you remain a good husband - and a good cuckold - I will continue to let you see Annalise when I'm with my lover. I will let her continue to push your boundaries, too, as I suspect you'll both find great pleasure in doing so."

Your wife's hand found the back of your head and she guided your mouth to her pussy. You plunged your tongue inside her, bathing your taste buds in the remarkable heat and sweet taste of her juices. Your lips rubbed against her clit before you adjusted your head and used your tongue to slowly pleasure her throbbing sex organ.

"You're so good with your tongue," she said. "So is my lover, but in truth, he doesn't use it very often. He doesn't need to, though. His cock does incredible things to me and I'll always prefer it over his tongue. Yours, though, is wondrous. You're like an artist painting a masterpiece of pleasure, and of course your cock doesn't really come close to satisfying me in the way his does, so why would I let you use anything but your tongue to pleasure me?"

There was no need to answer the question, nor could you have pulled away to do so, given her tight grip on the back of your head. Instead, you worshiped her pussy while pondering the notion that she might not let you fuck her again, that she might have decided at some point that her lover would be the only man to fuck her, that you would always use your tongue going forward. Despite her unwillingness to openly dominate you at home, there was no question it was a form of domination and one that you resolved to show your appreciation for with more offers of oral sex, as many massages as she'd let you give, and any other form of worship and/or support you could come up with.

"Oh, fuck, you're gonna make me cum," she said, the pleasure obvious on her face. Her eyes closed. She pulled you a little closer, smothering you with her pussy in an enthralling manner.

The orgasm washed over her soon after. Her thighs trembled. She held your head in both hands for a few seconds and then fell onto the bed and spread her arms wide as she moaned. The orgasm washed over her and the post-climax relaxation followed as you watched her chest rise and fall from your place on your knees. You kissed her thighs a few times and she moaned softly and reached down to run her fingers through your hair without saying a word.

"Thank you for letting me make you cum," you said.

"Believe me, it was my pleasure," she replied. "We're not done yet, though. I'm going to have fun with you and give you some of what you crave. We're not at home, after all, so this is going to be a weekend of delightful teasing and gentle domination for you, my love."

"I can't wait."

She sat up on her elbows and smiled down at you. "Put on a robe and go fill the ice bucket while I recover from that climax."

You nodded, stood, and grabbed a robe and slippers from the closet. You found the ice bucket in the bathroom, snagged a room key from the dresser, and headed down the hallway in search of the ice machine.

The task turned out to be a simple one and you returned to find your wife in bed with her phone in her hand.

"I'd like a glass of water," she said. "With ice, of course."

You did as instructed and delivered the glass of ice water to her nightstand. She took a sip, smiled, and turned her attention back to her phone.

"I'm texting with him," she said. "Pull a chair close to the bed. You can give me a foot massage while he and I chat. First, though, take a picture of me so I can send it to him."

Your wife struck a series of inviting poses in her lingerie and you took a picture of each before giving her phone back.

"Stand up," she said.

You stood without question and she snapped a few pictures of your crotch before your hands moved over your chastised genitals.

"Did I say you could cover yourself?" she asked.

Her demanding tone and the harsh look in her eyes was enthralling and you moved your hands to your sides so she could snap a handful more pictures.

"I think he'll enjoy seeing that my husband's cock is locked up and that you'll be denied the pleasure of fucking me on our little vacation. I think he'll very much enjoy that his cock has spoiled my pussy to such an extent that I have no intention of letting you inside me. Now sit and rub my feet."

You sat and took her stocking-clad foot in your hand as she sent her lover pictures and texts. Her fingers moved swiftly over her phone and you couldn't help but wonder what she was telling him. You thought of him seeing the picture of your locked cock and wondered if he would think you were pathetic or if he'd simply be delighted that the woman he fucked so skillfully was now denying her husband the pleasures of sex.

"He likes that you're not getting pussy this weekend," she said with a smile. "I told him that you're probably not getting pussy for a long, long time."

Your cock throbbed in the cage.

"How does that make you feel?" she asked.

"It turns me on."

She stared at you for a few seconds and then looked at her phone. More texts were sent. She smiled as messages came in. She bit her lower lip at one point and then typed out what seemed like a lengthy message.

"I told him that you have a domme and that you serve her while I'm with him. I told him that she's going to see to it that you'll get to suck on a stiff cock long before you get pussy again."

Again your cock throbbed in the cage. In her own way, your wife was humiliating you and it was absolutely triggering your submissive desires in a potent manner.

"That turns me on," you said.

"Yeah? You like that my lover knows that my husband is going to be a cocksucker soon?"

You nodded.

"You know that you being a cocksucker is only going to make me want to deny you my pussy even more, right?"

"Yes," you admitted.

"I'll bet that turns you on, too."

"It does."

After that, she lost herself in texting with him for a while. You rubbed her feet and legs and the presence of stockings made it all the more arousing to please her in that manner.

Then she pulled her feet away, smiled at you, and said, "Get on your back in the bed."

You hustled into the bed and she straddled your crotch, pulled her panties aside, and settled her wet pussy on your caged cock.

"My lover said that you deserve pussy after all," she said. "Just not in the way you want it. He said I should tease you, that I should ride your little locked up dick while he and I have phone sex."

She tapped her phone screen and held it to her ear.

"Hey baby," she said in a soft, seductive tone. "He's inside me."

You reached up to play with her tits and she swatted your hand away.

"Yes, his locked up little dick is inside me. I wish it was your cock, though. I wish you were in this hotel room with me. I wish I was sitting on your big cock right now. I wish every inch of you was inside me. I wish your hands were on my tits. I wish you were telling me how hot I look when I ride your dick."

She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and played with her tits with one hand while riding your cock. She bathed you in her wetness and incredible heat and it felt remarkably good, though it served more as a reminder of what sex could be. It certainly wasn't like fucking her. Not when you couldn't get hard. Not when you felt the painful ache of your attempts at an erection being utterly defeated by the cage that surrounded your cock.

"Mmm, fuck, I miss you, baby. I miss you and I miss your cock. I miss the way you feel inside me. I miss how hard you make me cum. I miss giving you my body and letting you do whatever you please with me!"

You gripped the bed sheets as your loins simultaneously ached and tingled with delight. Your wife rode you faster, no doubt generating friction against her clit and bringing her ever closer to the orgasm she craved.

"Yes...fuck...yes...I'll be your good little slut the next time I see you!"

You'd never heard her talk like that before and you groaned. She didn't talk like that. She didn't cut loose like that. She didn't think of herself like that. She was turned on as she said it, though. Her pussy was soaked. Her chest was flushed red. You could see her rock hard nipples through her bra.

"Yes, you can do anything you want to me!"

She was close. She was going to cum on your cock, just not in the way you wanted.

"Fuck, baby, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

Your wife came on your chastised cock. Her body trembled. She collapsed on top of you and dropped her phone onto the bed. You wrapped your arms around her and kissed her neck like you would have if you'd had real sex.

It took her a bit to recover, but then she sat up, picked up her phone, and held it to her ear once more.

"Sorry. I dropped my phone," she said with a smile.

She climbed off of your cock and sat next to your knees before resting her feet on your chest.

"Yeah? You came? That makes me happy, baby. I promise, I'll make you cum even harder the next time I see you. I'll make you cum so hard, so many times that you won't even be able to get out of bed."

She laughed in pure delight.

"I'm already looking forward to it."

She hung up, pulled her feet from your chest, and crawled closer to cuddle next to you.

"That was an incredible orgasm," she said before kissing your neck. "I expect I'll have a few more of those before the weekend is over. Thank you for planning this, my love. Thank you for everything, in fact. I think I'm as happy as I've ever been."

"Me too," you said. "Truly."

It was the truth, too, though that was partly based on the hope that your wife would be willing to dominate you at home, too. How could she resist, after all, when dominating you meant having orgasms like the one she'd just experienced?

Only time would tell if that particular fantasy would come true.