She Needs to be Dominated - Part 7

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It's the morning after Luke has offered his submission in a bisexual manner for the first time. His wife's dom walks into the kitchen where Luke is busy making coffee. It's just the two of them. Now, Luke will have to show his submission in an even deeper fashion.

Later, we fast forward a few months to Luke and his wife Shelby discussing their future with Clay, her dom, and how they both see things unfolding. Will it get serious, or does Shelby want nothing more than an occasional play partner?

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"Good morning, Luke."

Luke jumped at the sound of Clay's voice and nearly knocked over the French press in the process, catching it at the last moment and spilling just a bit of the coffee on the counter.

He looked over his shoulder to see his wife's dom standing at the edge of the kitchen wearing only a pair of boxer briefs. Luke briefly glanced at the impressive bulge in Clay's underwear and regretted immediately that his impulse had been to do so.

"It's okay if you look," Clay said. "There's nothing wrong with that, especially after last night."

Luke turned back to the French press, set it aside, and wiped the coffee he'd spilled on the counter. He tried not to think too hard about the night before, but the memory of sucking Clay's cock surfaced almost immediately. It was like he could feel Shelby's lips against his neck and hear her encouraging words as Luke took another man's cock in his mouth and pleasured him as an act of submission.

"Turn around, Luke."

He took a deep breath and turned towards his wife's dom. Clay was seated at the kitchen table and stroking himself through his underwear. His bulge had grown and Luke's heart began to pound.

"Did you enjoying sucking my dick last night?"

Luke shook his head. "It's not something that comes naturally to me."

"Being a cocksucker?"

"Yes."

Clay smiled. "It's not supposed to come naturally, Luke. That's the fun of it. That's what turns me on. You don't want to suck dick, which is why it's such a potent act of submission to do so."

Luke watched in horror as Clay lowered his underwear to his ankles, leaving his cock free and his balls resting against the chair.

"Get on your knees and crawl to me," Clay instructed.

Though he was loath to admit it, Luke had offered his submission to Clay on so many occasions that he couldn't begin to count them all. The cocksucking from the night before was the most significant example of his submission, but it had become silly to resist the idea that he was submissive. That didn't stop Luke from feeling uncomfortable at the idea of offering his submission while alone with Clay, though.

"Don't disappoint me, Luke," Clay said. "I gave you an instruction and I expect you to do as you're told."

Luke was surprised by the sudden surge of arousal he felt, so much so that his cock ached a little in the ever present cage that Clay had locked him in. He felt it throughout his body, too, which is why he fell to his knees and crawled towards Clay.

"That's a good boy," the dom said.

Luke felt his face redden from the humiliation of being called a 'good boy' by the man who'd fucked his wife multiple times the night before, and yet the tingle of arousal appeared between his legs.

"You're going to shower my cock and balls in kisses, Luke. You're going to show your submission by doing so. Then, when the coffee's ready you're going to pour two cups. You'll set them both on the table and then return to your knees to suck me off. You'll take my load in your mouth and then spit it into your coffee. It will be all you're permitted to have for breakfast. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Luke replied.

Clay released his cock from his grasp and Luke leaned in and showered the head, shaft, and balls in kisses. He licked a little, too, showing his submission in the manner in which he'd been ordered to do so. His body hummed with humiliation as he did so, but Luke understood that the humiliation was the point. He was supposed to feel it. He was supposed to suffer. He was supposed to embrace the humiliation as a way of showing his submission.

"Your wife is an exquisite woman, Luke," Clay said with a smile. "She's the purest submissive I've ever had the pleasure of working with and it's truly generous of you to set her free to pursue her kink with the kind of man that can give her what she craves."

Luke had tried to dominate his wife, but he didn't possess the qualities of a true dom like Clay and he'd never fully enjoyed trying to give Shelby what she needed.

"Isn't it fascinating that my ability to dominate her properly also means that my cock provides her with far more satisfying orgasms than you've ever been capable of giving her?"

Luke suspected he wasn't supposed to answer the question so he continued to lick and kiss the dom's cock and balls.

"Even if you had a bigger cock or better stamina than I do - neither of which is true, but let's say it was - you still wouldn't be able to make her cum as hard as I do because you can't turn her on the way I do," Clay continued. "And since great orgasms are born in the brain and not in your private parts, I'll always be able to make your wife cum harder than you do. I'll always be the one she thinks about when she craves a truly great orgasm. I'll always be the one she wants to give herself to if she has a choice, and I have a feeling that you're always going to be a good submissive cuck and give her that choice."

Luke wanted to believe that Shelby wouldn't agree with her dom's assessment, that she would say that her husband could make her cum just as hard as Clay could, albeit in a different manner. The problem was, Luke knew it wasn't true. Clay made her cum harder because he satisfied her deepest sexual desires and Luke couldn't possibly replicate that.

"I'm grateful for you," Luke finally said. "For your presence in our lives, in Shelby's life in particular. She deserves to feel the things you can make her feel. She deserves that kind of pleasure."

Clay smiled. "I think, Luke, that you'll find that you're grateful for my presence in your life, too, though I understand if it takes you some time to come around to the idea that you're a submissive, that you need to be dominated, that you're happiest when a stronger, better, superior man has taken control of certain elements of your life and marriage."

Luke wanted to pull away, to stand up, to argue that Clay was insane, that he would never possess that sort of control. He thought of the night before, though, of the unexpected sensations of pleasure and arousal that had followed his decision to part his lips and take Clay's cock in his mouth. He thought of how close he'd felt to Shelby in that moment as she kissed and caressed him while he fellated another man. He searched his body and mind in that very moment and found more than a little arousal present in every corner as he humiliated himself by showing fealty to the cock that had satisfied his wife countless times since Shelby had first offered her submission to Clay.

"The coffee should be ready now," Clay said. "I'd like a touch of cream and a teaspoon of sugar in mine."

Luke stood, turned, and set about preparing the coffee. He wasn't thinking too hard about it, though, as his mind was occupied with the notion of sucking off his wife's dom. He'd only given a brief blowjob the night before and cleaned Clay's cock a few times after he'd cum inside of Shelby. Giving a blowjob to completion was a different task. It was crossing another boundary. It was terrifying, in a way, and yet Luke was not so gripped by fear that he felt a desire to refuse the instruction. He worried more that complying would lead him further down a path he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to travel.

"Here's your coffee," Luke said as he returned to the table and set down two cups.

Clay took a sip, smiled, and replied, "It's perfect. Now get on your fucking knees and suck me off. Feel free to make it quick. Use your hands, lips, and tongue. Make me cum in your mouth. Suck for your reward, for your sustenance. Suck for the pleasure of taking my seed on your tongue. Suck with the understanding that a submissive craves the pleasure of his dom above all else."

Luke fell to his knees and went about the business of sucking cock. He closed his eyes to make it easier and used his hand in concert with his mouth to provide as much friction as possible.

Clay sipped his coffee, groaned, and at times put a hand on the back of Luke's head as he got his dick sucked.

"Fuck...you're already quite good at this, Luke, and you've barely had any practice. You're going to be a world class cocksucker some day. Trust me on that. I'm going to make sure you get a great deal of practice, as a man like you needs to be useful in as many different ways as possible."

Luke wished he wasn't so turned on. He told himself it was just that he'd gone more than a month without an orgasm, that the cage around his cock had led to a kind of madness where he'd get turned on by having a dick in his mouth. Luke wasn't entirely sure he believed it, though, as the notion of being rewarded with Clay's cum was far more appealing than it should have been. Certainly more appealing than a month of orgasm denial should have made it. Maybe he really was as submissive as Clay and Shelby said he was.

"I'm getting close," Clay said. "Make sure you catch every drop of my load or I will take a belt to your wife's already tender ass and make you watch as I do so."

For just a moment Luke marveled at how effective it was to threaten Shelby with punishment. He knew his wife found pleasure in offering herself for punishment, but that was only because she liked providing arousal for Clay, not because she craved the pain.

As Clay began to cum, Luke sealed his lips tight around the head. He nearly gagged as the semen hit the back of his throat and Luke panicked that he'd lose some of the cum, but he fought off his body's reflexive desire to purge the seed from his mouth and caught every drop of it.

Luke spit the cum into his coffee and looked up at Clay. Imbued with a spirit of submission, he asked, "May I sip my cum-flavored coffee, sir?"

"Yes, you may."

Luke imbibed the cummy coffee. An unpleasant taste lingered on his tongue, but it was the humiliation of looking up at Clay while drinking his cum that proved most difficult to endure. Luke did it, though, and he felt a pleasant tingling between his legs and in the back of his head.

"Thank you, sir, for letting me suck you off and swallow your cum," Luke said, in part because it felt good to say so and in part because he was trying to be a good submissive.

"You're welcome, Luke. Now get busy making breakfast. I'll wake Shelby up when it's close to being finished and I'll be sure to tell her that you sucked me off like a good sub."

"Yes, sir," Luke replied.

He stood, sipped his coffee again, and set it on the counter before turning to the fridge to gather ingredients for breakfast. He knew he'd gone a little further into his submission to Clay and he couldn't help but wonder if he and Shelby had already gone so far that they wouldn't ever be able to return to anything resembling a normal sex life.

The truth was, though, that Luke knew they couldn't go back. Not really. Not if he wanted their marriage to survive. Instead, he'd have to find his place in their new reality, and it seemed increasingly like Luke's place was going to be whatever Clay decided he wanted it to be. The real question was whether or not Luke could handle that.

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"Are we moving too fast?"

Shelby looked up from her phone and, tilted her head, and paused for a moment before saying, "Can you give me some context?"

Luke chuckled. "Right. With Clay, I mean. Are we moving too fast with him? He's staying here one or two nights a week. You're staying at his place one night a week. It just seems like he's becoming a bigger part of our life than I expected this soon."

"This soon?" she asked. "Luke, it's been six months since I first offered him my submission. I'd say we're actually moving at a pretty normal pace, relationship-wise. I mean, if I was dating him we'd absolutely be spending a night or two a week at each other's houses."

"You're not dating him, though."

Shelby set her phone aside and pulled her feet up onto the couch and tucked them under her thighs as she faced Luke. "I've never been in a kink-focused relationship before, but I imagine this is a lot what they look like."

Luke stared as he tried to process his thoughts.

"I suppose, though, that it's more like we're both dating him," she added.

"I'm not dating him," Luke shot back.

Shelby crawled across the couch until her body was tucked against his. "Is that right? Because you sure do suck his cock an awful lot for someone that's not dating him."

Luke wanted to pull away, but her lips found his neck. Her tongue danced over his skin and just like that he was awash in arousal. His cock stirred in the cage that had become a permanent accessory since it had first been placed upon him.

"Shelby, please..."

"We're in a relationship with Clay, Luke," she said. "I sort of understand why you're still resistant to the idea, but Clay is not just my dom. He's our dom. We've offered him our submission. He controls us. He controls my body. He controls your body. We do as he desires because it satisfies us. Me more than you, perhaps, but you can't deny that it turns you on to serve Clay."

He took a deep breath. "Where does this end, Shelby? He's here one or two nights a week. Is he going to move in at some point? Are we going to move in with him?"

"How would you feel about that?"

"What? Wait, are you seriously thinking about that?"

"I'm not sure what I'm thinking, to be honest."

"But you've thought about having him move in with us? You've thought about living with your dom?"

"Our dom."

Luke couldn't believe his wife was even entertaining the idea of folding Clay into their lives in such a significant manner. It was insanity.

She took his hand and caressed his forearm. "I want you to be honest with me, Luke. On a day to day basis, would you say that you're happy since Clay became a part of our lives?"

"Yes," he admitted.

"Happier than you were before?"

"I..." he began before swallowing his words. Luke hadn't considered the question until that moment and he was surprised to find that the answer came back as a resounding 'yes.' He just didn't want to admit it.

"Luke?"

"Yes...I'm happier than I was before."

"Despite the fact that your cock is in semi-permanent chastity? Despite the fact that you're now a bona fide cocksucker? Despite the fact that Clay fucks me and cums inside me far more often than you do? Despite the fact that you eat most of his cum out of me?"

Luke didn't have an answer.

"Maybe, Luke, the reason you're happier is that I shouldn't be using the word despite in those questions. Perhaps I should change how I describe it. Perhaps the reason you're happy is because you're a cocksucker, because another man fucks me far more often than you do, because you get to enjoy the pleasure of cleaning his cum out of me, because he's locked your dick in a cage to ensure your submission."

Luke felt a deep sense of embarrassment as he wondered if his wife was right. Was it possible? Could it be that he was just as submissive as her? Was it possible that he'd spent months trying to avoid coming to terms with that reality?

"A submissive finds their greatest pleasuring in serving the needs of their dom," she said softly. "A submissive craves sexual release, but will always choose the release of their dom over their own if it comes to that. I think you find it immensely satisfying when Clay cums in your mouth, Luke. I think you're proud of the fact that you've become a good cocksucker for him. I think that you actually like that he suggested sharing your mouth with a few of his friends. I think you've discovered that you're just as submissive as I am. It's just harder for you to admit it. I understand that, though. Men aren't supposed to be submissive."

Luke closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He hadn't admitted it, but he'd felt a touch of desire when Clay suggested that he was thinking of sharing Luke's mouth. He'd imagined being able to pleasure his dom's friends and especially doing so with Shelby on her knees next to him and the thought had brought him to a place of rather intense arousal.

"The truth is, Luke, I don't know where this is going to end up," Shelby said as she cuddled a little closer. "It could be that Clay wants to keep things as they currently are. It could be that he wants to take things further, that he wants to move in with us, that he wants complete control. I'm not sure how I'd react to that because it's a huge step. I am sure, however, that I'm open to anything, that I trust Clay completely, that I want to be his submissive in every way and that his pleasure and happiness matters deeply to me."

"Me too," Luke admitted. "As hard as it is to say, me too."

She kissed him on the cheek. "I know, sweetie. I've known for months. It's nice to hear you say it, though. And, in case it isn't clear, if we lived with Clay we'd have so many opportunities to serve him, to make his life better, to pursue our pleasure in doing everything we can to make him feel good."

It was a little too much to try and comprehend in the moment, but Luke was ready to consider the idea of opening their lives to a full time arrangement with their dom.

"I'm going to text Clay and see if you can serve my pussy," Shelby said. "I'm so horny and he's away for a few days. If he says yes, you'll give me a full body rub and lots of orgasms with your fingers and tongue. Okay?"

"Nothing would make me happier," he replied.

It was the absolute truth.

"Tell Clay that I'd be willing to do something - or sacrifice something - to earn the right to pleasure you tonight. Maybe I could...shit, maybe I could go to his house and clean while he's gone, or unpack for him when he gets back, or something like that?"

Shelby smiled brightly and kissed him on the cheek again. "See? You're a submissive, Luke. Through and through. You're just like me and you have no idea how happy that makes me."

It was getting harder and harder to argue with the notion that Luke was any less submissive than his wife, so he decided he wasn't going to bother anymore. He was going to embrace his submissive side. He was going to ride the waves of humiliation, degradation, service, and pleasure and see what happened.