Vicariously...

Vicariously, Lance lives through Derek's pleasures.

That is the way of things.

It was no longer even humiliating, or embarrassing, to see his wife being fucked hard like this in front of him. Lance had made his peace with it long ago. In a way, it was oddly satisfying, and he was at peace not only with Katija, but with himself and with the situation.

"After all, the strong live to fuck, while the weak SUBMIT!" Katija barked at him, whenever Lance had questioned this arrangement. And question it he did, at first. Along with many other things in their marriage as well, but never for long.

And right now, Lance was submitting. He was kneeling at the foot of the bed, naked, with that wretched metal cage around his cock, which was straining inside of it, his balls almost ready to burst from pent up frustration. How many days had it been? Not days, WEEKS. And his need was desperate.

But right now it was Derek that was getting off, not him.

Derek, who she had met one day when she and her friend from the salon had gone out to lunch one day, who she had developed a friendship with, and started hanging out with. First Derek, then Greg, then Tyler. Gym rats, she called them. Basic meatheads who seemed to have nothing else to say except how many reps they did in the gym, how the Buccaneers played last Sunday, or whether the Rays would finally get a half decent roster together and make the playoffs. They'd brag about their pickup trucks, stereos, and beer-chugging exploits, and basketball skills.

Basic drunken frat boys, Lance thought to himself. Not bad guys by any means, but he had nothing in common with them. They weren't into music, art, history, or the outdoors, weren't interested in his wood-working hobby or his fantasy gaming world, weren't interested in anything he was- except, to his dismay- his wife. He didn't even get why she hung out with these guys. They were boring!

Though a part of him did get exactly why she did. He just didn't admit that. Not right away.

He had known to expect trouble the moment he had arrived home that day and found Katija wearing her bikini top, high heels, and that tiny red pleated skirt. That outfit had once driven him crazy with lust, ready to practically split his pants and get at her. Now, it only inspired nervous anxiety. As in, whenever he saw her dressed that way, or in one of her tight leather outfits, he nervously started to wonder what was about to happen to him. What would she do with him? How far would she take him? And would THIS be, finally, the time when I can finally let go and cum in her presence, maybe even inside her? Like the old days? Just us two? Sheesh, she was so goddamn SEXY...

It was not to be though.

"Hi babe!" Lance said, smiling. "Wow, you look AMAZING! So deliciously naughty in that little skirt..."

But as soon as he said this, she clicked her heels, snapped her fingers, pointed at the ground and barked, "Clothes off. On your knees, slave."

Oh, no-, it's going to be like THIS, Lance thought with dismay. He was hoping, just this once... but he kind of knew otherwise.

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Just once, like the time six months ago, when she had been dressed Just like this, and he couldn't get his clothes off fast enough, leaving them strewn across the steps as they had practically run upstairs into the bedroom. His penis, throbbing, rock hard, had seemed ready to explode- but unfortunately, that's what happened, after less than a minute of passionate sex.

Looking back, I guess this was where it had all started. Seemingly so innocent, she needed more than he could give, she was so damn FINE, she DESERVED it...

Lance had dreaded that conversation, knowing exactly where it was going. For Lance loved his wife and wanted nothing more than to see her happy and satisfied. "I love you dearly, but you just aren't equipped to satisfy me anymore. You really aren't as good in bed as I need you to be, and I have needs, too," she had said.

"So.... So you mean, you are, you want to leave? Is that where this is going?"

"No! I mean, I love you. I want us to be together. But I think both we just need, some adjustment. We can still make this work. But, will you do something for me?

"Sure! What do you want me to do?"

"How would you like to get more, 'Adventurous?' I really think that's what has been missing!"

"Okay.... But, adventurous, how? I'll do anything!"

So he had. And as it turned out, that was, sadly, the last time he had been allowed to actually fuck her.

And thus, slowly, over time, the dynamic of their marriage had shifted. As she had threatened, she started seeing men on the side, men she met at the salon where she worked, bodybuilders and athletes mainly. Meanwhile, she gave Lance love, affection and companionship- they were inseparable both at home and in public- but other men took care of her needs. Lance, still madly in love with her, acquiesced to her open marriage idea, but yet did not himself seek other lovers, remaining steadfastly loyal to her.

This pleased her even more.

One day, she had brought home a video from the adult novelty store and said, "Hey babe, maybe we can watch this together!" Lance, already at least two months into forced celibacy, had eagerly agreed.

They had watched porno videos together before, though the last few weeks there had been a subtle change. Lately, they had featured gym-rat type guys with sexual equipment that had put his average length and girth to shame, guys she had openly admired and drooled over as they watched them fuck hard-bodied young hot women- young hot women who had looked much like his wife, he thought, not without some longing. Last week's video had featured a threesome, with one of the guys being effeminate and obviously gay, who watched as another man fucked the woman who had claimed the "Gay guy" as her husband. Then, at the woman's command, the two had engaged in some male-male fellatio while she cheered them on. This part hadn't made sense to Lance. Why would there be a gay guy in the video? Or rather, he was supposed to be gay, right?

But, although they had both gotten off on watching these vids together, it hadn't seemed to put her in the mood to "re-enact" them for real. Not like it did him, anyway. Maybe this time, she will finally let me give it to her again, he thought, after each porno viewing. She had teased him, tormented him with her hot body, had let him orally pleasure her, lick and fondle her- but had thus far, never allowed him to fuck her. And he was by now desperately horny. He didn't ask how she felt. She had dropped hints that she had been cheating on him at this point, little comments about some of the men whose hair she had cut, while he was off working. But never, yet openly admitted it.

So, one night, they had once again cuddled up on the couch to watch what he had expected would be a straight porno video. This time, it would maybe put her in the mood. Or so he hoped.

But it wasn't. To Lance's horror, the video showed guys being tied up, spread eagle against the wall, hands in looped ropes, while an incredibly hot, scantily dressed woman in leather paddled, whipped, spanked and abused them, leaving them whimpering and sore.

"So, do you like this?" Katija asked.

"This is a little weird, hun?" Lance had said.

"Well I don't know. I mean, look, these guys are enjoying it, she's enjoying it, and look at how they listen and obey! She has these men under control. I kind of like that!"

"They don't look like they're enjoying it to me!"

"But look at the guy, the one in the black socks. He was getting hard. You can't tell me he wasn't enjoying it!" She replied.

"Well, maybe, I guess. Would you ever spank me like that?" Lance asked.

"Only if you're naughty." She said, smiling wickedly.

The next week, they rented another video and watched it together. And it was more of the same. Guys with leashes around their neck, leashes around their balls, being led around the room by gorgeous girls in knee high boots and leather outfits. Guys getting paddled, whipped, slapped. And being verbally abused, mocked, and belittled by these hot women- but always eager to follow their every command, no matter how degrading- or suffer the consequences.

This became a regular pattern. The two of them, sitting on the couch, watching increasingly more extreme bondage porn videos. The third one actually featured a man being taken in the rear by a woman wielding a large plastic strap on- after being forced to orally service said appendage. This, being accompanied by more whips, paddles and abuse. At the end, Lance had looked over at Katija, who was almost moaning with pleasure.

He noticed she had dressed just like the woman in the video they had just watched. Knee high boots, tiny leather skirt, leather bra. She looked back at him, smiled at him, and whispered, "Babe? I think you are starting to like this too."

"I dunno..." Lance said.

"Then why does your little pathetic tiny cock look so stiff right now?" She smiled, imitating the harsh speech of the dominatrix in the video. "You can't hide that tiny little cock from me."

That smile, so seductive, and her looking so irresistible, and added to the fact that he had faithfully not even masturbated in over two weeks; maybe that was what made him utter that fateful response:

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Good boy."

"Mistress?" Lance asked

"Yes slave?"

"May I... May I serve you?"

"You may, slave." And her smile, so seductive, had melted his soul.

"Now, on your knees, and lick my boots."

This is weird, but okay.... whatever you want, he thought. And kneeled down and did just that. Just like the hapless guy had in the video.

Maybe this isn't so weird. Maybe this is, you know, actually it's kind of NICE, he had thought.

It was, perhaps at that moment, that her power over his sexuality had become absolute. After he had spit polished her boots to her satisfaction, she had allowed him to cum, ordering him to masturbate in front of her, while teasing and mocking his "Tiny cock." Not so very long ago, he would have been offended and upset. (Not so very long ago, she would have been riding his cock while wearing those boots, instead of making him grovel in front of her and lick them, he thought.) But watching those videos with her, if this was what she wanted... and his orgasm, kneeling at her feet, had nearly knocked him out. Delicious, satisfying, and powerful. Two weeks of pent up seed from a man in his prime was a lot to clean up.

As he found out.

It was so seamless how they had lapsed into the dynamic that he hasn't even realized how clever she had manipulated him until much later. Until he had first found himself kneeling naked at the foot of her bed watching in sweet agony while her lovers had pleasured her. And wondering to himself how it had come to that.

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Katija of course, didn't need to wonder, as it had been her design from the beginning. Well, maybe that wasn't right. Maybe not entirely her own. She had plenty of input and, well, guidance. It had actually all began one day during a slow time at the salon. She had been gossiping with Kari, another stylist, about men, their love lives, and sex in general. "Girl Talk," basically. Blushing, she had told Kari that, last night, Lance had practically messed himself before he could even penetrate her. "He's cute, handsome, and a good man, and I love him, but sexually, he just isn't quite good enough anymore."

"Well, he used to be, right?" Kari replied. "I mean, you used to brag to us about all the sex you were having."

"Well I know but, I think we over-did it. It's like, I just feel like, I need someone bigger, harder, more extreme. It was like, the honeymoon was like a drug, and once you get addicted, what you started with isn't good enough anymore. You know what I mean? And, and, he's hasn't been, well, performing as well as he used to. Maybe he overdid it, too."

"Yeah. So, it sounds like, you are a sex addict, and he just isn't doing it for you anymore. Have you talked to him about this?"

"Well, yeah, and he listens, but I think, there's only so much he can do." Katija replied.

"Well, listen.... Who's to say you CAN'T have more? I mean, have another man on the side?"

"Well, what are you suggesting? I don't want to cheat on him! I do love him. It's just that, well, It's complicated."

"See, it doesn't have to be complicated. I have a serious boyfriend too, but he knows I cheat on him. It's called an open relationship. We both see other people, but in the end, we both have each other.

Kari was an attractive blonde, someone who easily could have her pick of choice men, so Katija could see her loving the attention. However, she wasn't so sure she would be okay with Lance having other lovers on the side. If nothing else, Katija was rather possessive.

"Well, that's great for you but, I mean, I would be worried that Lance might fall in love with someone else if I gave him free reign. So I'm not so sure that would work with us."

"It will work, if you both want it to. You can make him stay loyal to you. There is a way. But you got to do it right. I have an idea. I know some guys from the gym, they deal with this kind of stuff. And I was watching this video one time, and check it out..."

Katija listened intently as Kari described in detail, exactly how to manipulate Lance into her ideal husband- and, as it turns out, the perfect cuckold.

To celebrate, they had even gone out that night for drinks after work at the Wild Rover Brewing Company, an upscale bar near the north end of the bay. It was a perfect "Girls night out." Before long, two attractive men in muscle shirts walked up to them. Kari had introduced them as her friends Derek and Craig, insisting they were both just "Friends." Kari claimed she had met them at the gym where she worked out. They were some kind of trainers, she had said. Anyway, drinks led to loose talk, which had led to casual flirting, and before long, they both found themselves heading over to Kari's condo for the "After party."

After more drinks, they had retreated to the complex's hot tub. Kari had mentioned that her live-in boyfriend, Jimmy Epperson, was off on a "Business trip" so they had the place to themselves, and Katija had never thought to question this. (Even after he apparently returned early from his "Business trip," and took her out to lunch the very next day.) Derek was making rather random small talk and Katija nodded and replied at the appropriate times. All the while though, she was openly admiring Derek's tanned hairless body and ribbed abs. A perfect male specimen, she thought, though a rather boring conversationalist. But, somehow, the sweet, night air, hot water and drinks all took effect at once and before she realized what she was doing, she reached over, and put her hand on Derek's crotch and scooted over next to him.

"Wow!" She said. "You've got a baseball bat under there!"

"Wanna see it close up?" He asked, as he leaned over and kissed her.

"Sure babe! Hey, let's go inside!" Katija said.

"OhmyGod!" Kari giggled from across the hot tub. "Are you guys are really going to do this?"

"I, uh...." Derek started to reply.

"... YES!" Katija said, cutting Derek off. "Hey can we use your couch?

"There are clean sheets in the bedroom. Go ahead, I don't mind!" Kari said, smirking.

Both of them had their swimsuits off almost before they got into bed. Stark naked, Derek was about as perfect a physical specimen as Katija had ever seen. I mean, it wasn't like Lance was any slouch but this guy- perfect abs, ripped biceps, and that magnificent cock.... now throbbing and erect, it put Lance's average length and girth to shame.

"Go ahead! Suck it!" Derek commanded. Katija was on her knees and doing just that, almost before the words escaped his lips. She wanted to worship, devour and service that magnificent, rock hard appendage so bad, it was like an unquenchable thirst to her. It filled her mouth, and she took him deeper, stroking the base of his shaft as she thirstily tried to swallow as much of it as she could. She was not used to the length and girth of it, but "I could get used to it!" she thought, gleefully.

He shuddered, and pulled back, his erection throbbing and purple. Then, he lifted her, placed her on the bed and took her there, forcefully, animalistically, giving it to her hard and good right there in Kari's apartment. It had NEVER been like this with Lance. Derek was giving it to her harder, pumping her ruthlessly, making her moans turn to screams, violating her hot, tan body until even he could hold it no more. When he came, it was as if a geyser had gone off inside her. She lay there, under him, panting, sweaty, and hard, collapsing into his strong arms.

THIS was what she had been missing. She wondered how she would ever go back to Lance after this. But she loved Lance! And she had just cheated on him. Had she just broken his heart? Thrown it all away for one night of passion? Would he find out? Just a moment ago she had been in the throes of ecstasy but now she felt so confused and guilty...

After a bit, they both heard sounds of love-making in the living room. Kari's shrieks getting louder, and a rhythmic pounding on the thin walls separating the living room from the bedroom. Apparently Kari and Craig had decided they wanted in on the action, too.

But as for her, the sounds seemed to put both her and Derek in the mood once more. Guilt could wait. Katija shifted over, and slid onto Derek's lap as he laid back onto the pillow. She felt his manhood poking and rubbing her butthole and sat up straight. This had been one of her and Lance's favorite positions, she thought. They even used to spoon like this in bed. But she had never been prodded by anyone as large as Derek. She slid forward, gasping and crying out as she felt Derek's stiff manhood stretch her sphincter and push its way in.

There was no going back. If she was going to cheat, she may as well go all the way. And, so she did.

Katija didn't remember what she had said to Lance when she got home that night. When she had left, she had told him that she wanted a "Girls night out with her friends," and that it would be an opportunity for Lance to kick back with his old drinking buddies he rarely saw anymore. Which he presumably did. She had gotten home before he did, giving her a chance to freshen up, and when he had gotten home, he thankfully had dozed off as soon as he had climbed into bed. Still, she found it hard to look at him the next morning, and if she had seemed to him to be distant, almost in a daze, he had not said anything. Instead, he had talked about playing pool with his buddies and about a jam session on guitar he had had. At her insistence, he had gone out to work in the yard. The grass DID need mowing after all.

The following Monday she had gone to lunch with Kari. There was a quiet bagel shop only a block away, and they enjoyed the walk. She didn't have a hair appointment for a couple hours, and figured she could use the break anyway.

"Wow, Kat! So, you two really hit it off Saturday night! Kari said. "How was it?"

"Well..." Katija replied, blushing, "It was great! But, well, I mean, uh, Derek IS hot, he is a hunk and all but... you know, I just... I don't know what to say. I feel so, GUILTY! I really feel confused. I haven't told Lance yet. I don't even know what to say. I just, I don't think I should do that again. I won't. I can't do this."

"Listen, would it help if Derek and I sat down with you? Seriously. We can talk about.... All of it. I think you might think differently about it. And, I think in the end, we might be able to make Lance not only forgive you, but actually be okay with it."

"Well, okay. I'll explain to him that it was just this one time. He'll understand I think. I just don't even know how to start."

"He will understand, in time. Maybe not right now, but eventually. We'll help guide you. Derek and I have this method all worked out. Speaking of which, how about I call him?"

"Wait, Right NOW? I dunno, you serious?"

"Sure! His work is close by, just over at the gym over on Citrus Park Boulevard. He can meet us here; I mean you said you had a long lunch break, right?

"Well, yeah, alright, fine. Give him a buzz if he's free."

Katija felt conflicted. A part of her did want to see Derek again, that wild secret part of her. But the rest of her, well honestly she almost didn't even really LIKE him that much.

When he had arrived, he had almost barged his way in and sat down at their table next to her.

"Look, about the other night, I'm sorry, but you see, I hope you don't take too much out of what happened. I am married. I guess you knew that, right?" Katija told him, as she blushed.

"It's all good. But there's something I need to tell YOU. Don't trip too hard over this. This isn't about LOVE. You can still be with your husband. I get it, you love him, and he's a good guy. Sounds like a good dude. But he's a cuck. A beta. That's what we call guys like your husband. And that's why there's guys like us!"

"Hey! Lance is a good man! Watch it." she snapped.

"Not saying he isn't. But just listen to us for a sec. Kari and our friends, we've done this before. So check it out."

"Did you really think Craig was MY husband?" Kari interjected. He's not! Jimmy is just like Lance. Sweet, good to me, but compared to Craig, he's a dud in bed! The difference with my husband and yours is, Jimmy accepts it. He knows I cheat. In fact I know this sounds weird right now but, actually, he WANTS me to cheat. And Derek, Craig and I, we know how to make Lance accept it, too. Your husband will get there, too, eventually. We can make it so he is not only okay with you cheating, but make it so he WANTS you to cheat. That's what Craig and Derek are for. Do you think they are purely athletic trainers? They have other functions besides training guys to be bodybuilders. They are actual, well, couples counselors, of a sort anyway. They'll help you guys."

"So you guys want us to be swingers? I guess, if I talk to him about it, he MIGHT go along with it... Will YOU talk with him with me? I don't know how to tell him." She replied. The thought of her being able to dally with Craig AND Derek, guilt free, WAS appealing to her, after all. She could certainly not deny that; especially after the other night.

"It's about mental conditioning. Training a man to accept his beta position. There's three steps. It will be like swinging, except he will stay loyal to you, while YOU, why you get all the action you want!" Derek explained.

"How is that fair?" Katija asked.

Derek replied, "We are counselors and trainers, so we are used to doing this. Kari herself will help you."

Kari added, "You thought I was just a hairdresser. But you might not have realized, I am also a part-time relationship counselor too. Just like they are. So let me counsel you. If we do it right, eventually your husband will be so hard up and smitten with you that he will still derive sexual pleasure just from seeing you get serviced by someone else. And eventually there will come a point where he will even crave seeing you being satisfied by someone else! That's how this works. You'll see?"

"Well if you say so, but HOW? How would that even make sense?"

During that lunch, the two of them had explained, at length. "Kari Shepherd's Course On How to train your husband one-oh-one" she had called it. "Featuring my co-instructor, fitness trainer and sexual therapist Derek Larsson." They had given her the blueprint, the instructions, and Katija, their apt (and increasingly horny) pupil, had been a quick learner.

Two nights later, they had even gone out to celebrate her passing the class. She, Derek AND Craig. Kari had excused herself early though. And as for Lance, well as far as he was concerned, she had a mother-daughter dinner date that night.

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It had started with her giving Lance "The talk."

They had been sitting in bed, under the covers, cuddling and watching TV. They had just had sex, and while he was basking in the after-glow, she was left wanting. Lance, being over-eager, and clearly super turned on by her tan, firm, naked body (As always), had just suffered one of his premature "Accidents," leaving him satisfied, but her, well, not so much.

"Underperforming again... tsk tsk..." she said. "You get a failing grade. Eff minus."

"I'm so sorry, it's just been, it's been a rough day at the office, and maybe..."

"Yeah yeah, listen. Lately, I've noticed that even when you do perform well, it's just not enough anymore. I mean, I gotta admit. We may have overdone it early on. Maybe it's even my fault, I wanted it every hour of every day but now it's like, I just can't feel satisfied anymore. We just, maybe we over-did it, you know. I just can't get off like I used to and it's not your fault, I mean, it's really not, but..."

Lance immediately seemed to sense where she was going, and turned downcast. "I'm not like this, it was just one time, I swear..." he stammered.

"Honey, I love you, but how would you like to get more, "Adventurous?'. I really think that's what has been missing! Maybe we could even lead up to a threesome, even."

She had to do it carefully, lead him on slowly. They had stressed that part of it. A lobster will never jump into a boiling pot but if you turn up the heat little by little... or so they had put it.

Turn up the heat. Let him get used to the idea of her being with someone else. She knew he wouldn't cheat on her, he was too afraid to lose her and he was still absolutely smitten with her. So much the better.

They had started watching the videos together. Kari and the guys had given her a list of them, and a specific sequence in which to watch them. Starting mildly enough, but gradually introducing threesomes, cuckolding... and more and more extreme play. Whips, cuffs and paddles for the guy, and dominance for the woman, submission for the man. The final two videos had even featured the woman, clearly strong and in charge, forcing her hapless cuck to orally service her lovers in front of her. Discipline was key, they had said. And of course, even from the beginning, they had told her how to keep him aroused, keep him horny, tease him, but deny him. Let his arousal turn to more and more extreme things.

Let him not only get used to the idea of being paddled, but let him get used to the idea of ENJOYING it, they had said.

After just a few weeks, Lance's "Training" had been progressing nicely, when she had brought up the idea of cuffing him and spanking him. Of course, he had not realized that this "Training" was what it was, which was by their design. He just thought she was being playful and fun- and it WAS fun, for both of them! She had, of course, not let him re-enact any of the "Vanilla" sex scenes from the earlier videos with her. But oh boy did he get aroused when they re-enacted the "Spicier" ones! Just as they had said he would. Sure, they had agreed on a safe word, just like in the video, and sure, it was hard on him at first. But, just as Kari and her friends had said, he was eager to please, and to let her subject him to it for her sake.

Tied to rings on the wall, she delighted in spanking his bare bottom, both with a ruler, then a paddle, then with a leather flail, all the while calling him deliciously degrading names as he moaned and whimpered. Just like in the last two videos they had watched recently. And he took it all in stride, never even uttering the safe word.

And Katija had discovered, it WAS fun- far more so for her of course. It gave her a sense of power, control, and sexuality that she had never experienced before, awakening a dark side in her that was both delicious and depraved. The others had NOT told her she would enjoy it this much. They must have known, however....

She kept her friends at the hair salon and the gym appraised of their progress. "He hasn't even asked me for sex during this whole time!" She told them over lunch. "But I can tell he sometimes masturbates when I'm not around. I don't know; should he be doing this?"

"Not without your permission. But remember, your slave must be rewarded for his good behavior." Craig replied. "If he does well, then he should be rewarded, just like he should be punished for fucking up. Only thing is, you get to decide when, and how, to reward him. He doesn't get to decide this."

"Well, yeah but I can't keep an eye on him 24 hours a day."

"You don't have to! We have this..." Kari replied, reaching in her purse. "Actually I'm glad you mentioned that because I had specifically brought this to show you. You'll need one of these."

She pulled out a vaguely phallic looking device that appeared to consist of several stainless steel interlocking rings, with a vaguely penis-shaped head at the end.

"This is a chastity device. You can get these at the Cupid's Boutique where you've been buying all your other "Toys" for him. You'll have to convince him to wear it, but once he does, then he'll eventually wear it all the time. This will prevent him from masturbating or getting a full erection without your permission. This is the one my boyfriend usually wears, but he's now wearing the "back-up" one. For punishment. Because he went out and got drunk with his buddies the other night, without my permission, I had to punish him by making him wear the spiked one!"

"He WEARS this? That looks uncomfortable enough even without spikes! How will I convince him to wear THAT around his junk?"

"Just go to Cupid's Boutique, where you picked up those outfits, and your paddles and boots...."

"I actually made him pay for all those. (She snickered, proudly, as she said this.) But this..."

"Spring it on him like this: Next time you reward him, then that's when you talk to him about wearing it." Kari replied. "He'll be more amenable to it then. And let him get used to wearing it, more gradually over time. You will be the keyholder of course. This way, he only gets let out of his cage when you want to let him cum- and ONLY then. Remember, the longer he goes without cumming, the more, well, easily persuaded, he will be. That's how it is with Jimmy..." she added.

That night, she had let Lance lick her to repeated orgasms. With her training, he had become quite the expert at doing that. Though it satisfied her momentarily, it only seemed to make her crave a good hard fucking from Lance and Craig all the more. But he did well, and as a reward, she had sat on his face and ordered him to lick her butthole. She had lately discovered that, for some reason, he even liked the taste of her back there. Meanwhile she stroked his hard (but modest sized) cock up and down, vigorously, until he had orgasmed, powerfully, over a week's worth of spunk spurting out all over their sheets.

"You just made a big mess, you naughty boy..."

"Are you going to punish me, mistress?" he had asked.

"You've been paying good attention, slave. You are learning well!" She replied. She was really starting to notice, how easily he had slid into his role. It was all working according to plan.

"Thank you. Wow! That was amazing, YOU are amazing, goddess! This has all been so different, but I kind of, you know, like it? So, no punishment then?"

"No. I have something else in mind for you.... After you throw the sheets in the wash and change them, I have something I want you to try on for me. Are you game?"

"Of course!"

"Perfect." She replied.

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The next day, Derek Larsson found himself on the way to work, mentally preparing for the kick-boxing training seminar he would be leading. A bunch of guys who wanted to be mixed martial arts fighters who all had plenty of aggression, but little actual fighting skill. He and his partner Craig Hirshdale were both reasonably well trained though, both of them having attained junior black belt status in Goju-Ryu karate, and they would work with their students on form, balance, and endurance.

It paid the bills, for what it was worth. Not a bad gig, working at the gym. Occasionally, there would be some pretty dang hot girls too.

That's where his "other" job came in. The one that might not pay the bills, but certainly had all of the perks. His and Craig's "couples counseling." They had even brought in a buddy of theirs from the gym, a surrogate sex partner who was also one of their better boxing students. He didn't need too much convincing once he saw the results.

Though they had a repertoire of several clients, Derek had one in particular who recently had become his favorite. A stunningly hot, somewhat petite brunette. Kari's friend from the haircutting place. What was her name again? Something Eastern European, he thought. Stunningly sexy, and a great lay, too. And by now, IF they had done things right, her hapless husband had to know what was going on, and had embraced the inevitable.

He had two more clients to meet up with after his real "paid" job, but then on Wednesday, his favorite would be calling; both she and her friend Kari, for a noon meet-up. A "Car Date," she had said. He had a secluded spot in mind for this, and his AMG Mercedes with tinted windows made the perfect vehicle for it. Wednesdays were slow at the salon, apparently. While Craig was unavailable during that time bloc, he figured he could get Tyler to come down.

That was why there were guys like him. And why business was good...

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Two weeks passed. It was another "Girls night out." By now, she figured Lance was starting to suspect what was going on at these "Girls AND guys nights out", but she never said anything, and he never asked. She almost felt like she didn't need to even hide it anymore. It had been the two couples, her and Kari, switching partners with Derek and sometimes with their friend Tyler, who she had met a couple times. One of Craig, Kari, and Derek's mutual friends, and one of Kari's conquests. And soon to be her conquest as well. Each of them had taken turns with both of them. Oh, how she loved the feeling of these sweaty hunks, filling her, stretching her, the animal joy of being taken, roughly, until she could take no more. But yet, somehow, insatiably still wanting more.

"I should go freshen up. Can I use your shower?" She had asked Derek who had been hosting that night at his condo. She was hot, sweaty, and worked over, and really felt like she needed it, before returning to her husband.

"You don't need it. That's your cuck's job now." Derek replied.

"What?"

"He needs to get used to cleaning up other guys' messes. That's part of what you are training him for. Let him clean you. You told us he likes to perform oral on you, right?

"Yes, he does love doing that. He'll service me at both ends, in fact." Katija said. "... And for what it's worth, he is good at it. Even if he isn't good and anything else," she added.

"Perfect," Kari replied. "So make him then. How long has he been locked up in his chastity cage? You are making him wear it, aren't you?"

"Oh yes, he's gotten used to wearing it full time now. He struggled with it at first but I think he's gotten pretty used to it. And he hasn't had an orgasm since that time I stroked him off two weeks ago."

"That's perfect! You know the saying, a horny man is led by his balls. He'll be so desperate now that he'll do anything. This is the kind of thing that will earn him a reward. It's like, conditioning. He'll even start to think of cum eating as a huge turn on for him, once he equates it with being allowed to 'go potty' himself."

The way Kari had said that made it sound so emasculating, so babyish, that Katija had giggled loudly.

Then Derek had interjected, "Remember, he's a cuck. Your husband, not your lover. You got to constantly belittle him, remind him that he cannot satisfy you sexually. Put him in his place. It's our job to take care of your needs. He now gets his sexual pleasure by being subservient to you- and us- especially after you've had a real stud take care of your needs. That's the point of all this."

She had to admit though, there had been other changes in Lance lately that she had found overwhelmingly positive. He was far more attentive to her, for one thing. And she had managed to break him of some annoying personal habits- leaving the bathroom a mess and the toilet seat up, for example, and leaving the sink full of dirty dishes. If there was a side benefit to all this, it was that she had molded him into being almost the ideal live-in companion.

Put him in his place, they had told her, and so she had. When she arrived home, she was still wearing that tiny pleated red skirt, that she loved (and that had always seemed to drive Lance to heightened states of arousal) when she strode in to the living room and found Lance watching TV. And she quickly ordered him upstairs into the bedroom, while she changed into her patent leather boots; a "Gift" she had made Lance buy from her from the Cupid's Boutique. (He had eagerly done so, loving the way she had looked in them. Just like the fetish models in the videos, he had said.)

"Cuck! I want your clothes OFF, folded neatly over there." She ordered. "Then, crawl over here, on your knees!" She had barked at him. "Crawl over here!"

Playtime had begun more and more to merge into full-time at the household, and he rarely seemed to question that anymore. The transition had been so seamless even she had been surprised.

"Kneel at me feet."

He obeyed, eagerly. And looked up excitedly when he realized she was dangling the key to that steel contraction that had been preventing him from even touching his cock for so long.

His eyes were pleading, as she teased him, dangling the key just out of his reach.

"Clean my boots with your tongue, and if you do a good job on them, I'll let you unlock yourself."

Lance, blushing, went to work, licking the leather longingly and lovingly. Katija, seeing him pathetically groveling at her feet resisted an urge to spank him then and there, but that would come later. For now, after she was satisfied, she tossed him the key.

"Unlock yourself, slave."

"Thank you! Oh, THANK you!" He fumbled with the key, and that cage, which he had clearly hated, dropped to the floor. His cock suddenly sprang to attention.

It was then, that she got the opening she had hoped for. He had not thanked her properly.

"Thank you WHAT? Thank you MISTRESS!" She screamed. "Against the wall! NOW!"

She grabbed a ruler, and proceeded to dish out a proper dose of whacks, not stopping until his ass cheeks were beet red. His cock, however, still remained at full staff. Then, for good measure, she whacked that as well. He doubled over.

"Now, on your knees. You need to thank me for disciplining you, right?"

"Yes mistress. Thank you for disciplining me. I'm always trying to do better...." He said, in a pathetic, pleading but yet endearing tone that was becoming more and more familiar.

"You ARE learning well. I have a surprise for you. Kneel before me."

"Now, look up my skirt. You know you want to. See that mess?"

His eager beaming face suddenly blanched when he realized what he was seeing. She was, of course, not wearing anything underneath it. She seldom did; panties always get in the way. Though it had somewhat dried, there were still gobs of Derek and Tyler's drying spunk all over her crotch and ass.

"Clean me off! Slave."

"But I'm not... I'm not gay..." he whimpered.

"Neither am I. So get used to it. Just look at you. Look at you, that tiny pathetic cock. Do you think I'll ever let you fuck me with that tiny pathetic cock? I need a real man, and I found a couple of them. So this is how it will be. You clean me off, and if you can make ME orgasm by doing so, I'll let YOU orgasm as a reward for doing so. I can tell, you want to cum so bad, don't you."

"Yes, Mistress."

"... Now, get to work."

She felt his warm tongue eagerly probing her, cleaning up Derek and Tyler's messes while he lovingly caressed and sucked her clit, to her satisfaction, just as she had taught him to do. Eventually, a low, satisfied moan escaped her lips as he sucked her juices out along with her lover's drying seed. His cock meanwhile, was dripping with pre-cum.

"You're not done yet. Clean my ass."

She could hear him gag slightly, before taking a deep breath and probing her drying-jizz covered behind with his tongue. After his initial hesitation, he had eagerly began licking her behind, pushing his tongue up and into her. It felt somehow satisfying to feel him probing her up there, inside her rectum, eagerly sucking her juices.

"Tyler left a big mess for you, didn't he. Maybe that's why he'll be in my bed, while you are down there, on your KNEES! Where you belong, slave!" she snarled.

When she was satisfied, finally, she had let him masturbate in front of her. After two weeks it didn't take long before his whole body seemed to convulse and he let go, having a huge shuddering orgasm there at her feet. He had made a bigger mess than both of her recent lovers put together, and had done so all over the floor... and (to her dismay) all over her clean boots.

He would be punished for that, she thought.

"Aww, you had a widdle booboo? You just went potty all over my boots!" she said, mockingly. Poor widdle baby had a booboo! NOW CLEAN IT UP!" She snarled, suddenly. "Lick it up, you non-potty trained baby!" Lance, seemingly with no choice, had eagerly obeyed.

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It was not long afterwards that the power exchange was complete. From his perspective, she was always pushing Lance's buttons, unlocking deep, inner desires Lance had never known he had. He had been skeptical at first, by turns annoyed, humiliated, and wondering what was even going on with her. But this change in her, oddly, he found that a weird part of him actually enjoyed it, enjoyed the way she had toyed with him, pushed his buttons. He might not get the same satisfaction of raw hard sex anymore, but the weird, kinky pleasures of their new dynamic gave him an indescribable satisfaction, and inner peace.

She was his goddess. He loved her. And somehow this had even brought them closer together than ever before.

And now, he was the slave, naked but on his knees in front of his wife, instead of the other way around. His cock straining in a metal cage, instead of being free and ready to service her. But that was no longer his job.

"Get upstairs, slave. Derek is here, and right now, I have needs. You can go and greet him. And greet him politely. You don't want me to have to spank you again."

It was during times like these that Lance thought back to their honeymoon, those warm nights on the beach. Of how they had made love nearly endlessly. From stolen trysts on the beach, never far from prying eyes in the secluded corner of the hotel, to the time she had gone down on him at the restaurant. And even the time they were thrown out of the public pool and threatened with arrest for "Indecent behavior." He thought, after it was over, that he had spent nearly half of the trip with his penis inside of her in some way. Or so he told himself. She was wild, sexually liberated, adventurous, and to his delight, nearly insatiable.

Only, everything gets old eventually, doesn't it. It didn't take long before Lance realized that Katija's sex drive was even greater than his own, and that after a while, he simply couldn't keep up. In the weeks following that trip of endless passions, she would fuck him dry until he had nothing left to give. There were times, he as embarrassed to say, where he even had to tell her he wasn't in the mood.

"And I thought it was only the women who ever said that," Lance would sadly think to himself. And yet, she was just so FINE! Lance had never met someone as sexy as Katija was- nor as adventurous.

Even worse, were the times when he would "Underperform." Or so she called it. She would never let him forget those times, either.

But they were still young, in love, affectionate, and passionate, sharing laughs, hugs, kisses, and living the life of a married couple. She loved him, he loved her for her humor, her laugh, her intelligence, her spirit... and he loved that she was oh, so, so, so sexy!

The things he loved her for were his own undoing, he realized sadly.

For Katija had demonstrated, over and over, that she was as good with the whip and paddle as she had been at sex. Once upon a time, when Lance had still been allowed the pleasure to share with her. Oh how wild she was, and oh, how he missed that. The satisfaction of lust, the happy release, making her twitch, making her scream...

But that was then. Now, he was forced to live vicariously through the pleasure of her lovers, to see her satisfied in ways that he never could.

When Lance got upstairs, he found that, as she had warned him, Derek was in fact sitting on their bed, shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of pee-stained boxers. Lance greeted him coolly. At first anyway. When he heard his wife's footsteps approaching, then he doubled down his efforts to make him feel like the king of the castle. He certainly didn't want to upset her now. In fact, he wanted to make her proud. She and her lover would both be getting off good and hard tonight. Maybe, finally, she would let him do so as well. Lord knows, it had been so long he couldn't remember. The thought of that possibility made his cock strain extra hard in its tight confinement.

She had made him strip naked, and don a slutty wig and fishnets, while she garishly applied makeup. "For after all," she told him, "A girly man needs to look like a girl, while a real man gets laid." Lance noticed Derek smiling at these words. Lance could sense Derek was both amused, and maybe even somewhat embarrassed for him, but mostly, overall, ragingly horny. He could see his cock, all ten inches of it, fully engorged and sticking out of his shorts.

Finally, when she was satisfied with the way she had made him up, she said, "Slave! Time for your education. Watch how a man satisfies your Mistress! You. Kneel there..." (She pointed to the foot of the bed) "... And watch and learn."

She stood there, wet, ready and waiting, almost innocent in her tiny little skirt, and looked leeringly at Derek, who had dropped his boxers and stood there, stark naked. Lance was practically drooling, admiring her tight, tan curvy body, and the way her tiny outfit clung to those curves, and wanting to just TAKE her more than he ever had, back when he still could. His dick, caged as it was, got as hard as it was allowed to, while he glanced longingly at Derek's free, throbbing boner- which would have put his to shame even if he had been allowed to swell to full size.

With a mere flick of his hand and a snap of his fingers, Derek ordered her onto her knees in front of him. Lance took in the view longingly, eagerly awaiting the show. He wanted so bad to witness Derek to give it to her good and hard, the way he once had. Once upon a time...

She grabbed his huge erect cock and commenced sucking him dry, slurping his huge throbbing boner, taking him deep in her mouth. Just the way she had taught him. She had him practice on that plastic appendage she had bought (Well, that she had made him buy for her) at Cupid's Boutique. Derek sighed with pleasure. Lance almost moaned in sympathy, remembering how that had felt when she used to do him like that.

"Mmmmm....."" Ahhhhhh....." She said, now visibly wet and aroused. He could almost see it dripping down her bare, tan legs. She slurped harder. Finally she pulled back, looked up into his eyes and said, "You ready babe?"

"Yeah..." Derek replied, panting.

He lifted her, placed her on the bed and spread her legs open. Lance caught a glimpse of her bare, glistening pussy beneath her tiny skirt, before Derek's ass and back blocked the view. He had decided to leave her skirt on, raising the pleated hem above her belly, and just take her like that.

Lance realized that it was a small consolation that Katija had relented the day before, and decided not to force him to wear the dreaded spiked cock cage instead of the standard one. He had nearly fainted when she had shown that evil spiked contraption to him. Right now though, the one he was wearing was agony enough. She had warned him that her co-worker's boyfriend was not always so lucky in that regard. He had met Kari. She was a drop dead gorgeous blonde, but not nearly as hot as Katija, in his opinion anyway. She had seemed so sweet, innocent, perky, and, well, blonde... but she would REALLY put her boyfriend through hell in this scenario though, he thought. His own cock, pinched, swollen and confined like this, was giving him agony enough as it was.

But in any case, his pleasure or pain did not matter. There was only hers. Hers... and Derek's.

Derek pulled off her bikini top and began fondling her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples. Then, he started slowly grinding into her, passionately kissing her breasts and face. A loud moan escaped her as Derek's cock forced its way into her tight body. Lance could remember when he had made her moan like that, long ago, his thoughts drifting back to those days of passionate lovemaking in his swinging bachelor pad. As if on cue, Derek started pumping her, first slowly, then harder and with increasing speed. Her moans grew louder. Lance remembered those days of their honeymoon, when he would made her moan like that. He started panting, gasping, remembering those sensations, that pleasure, the warmth and tightness of her body. Living vicariously through Derek, who was now pumping her harder and faster. Her moans turned to screams. "YES! YES! HARDER! LANCE! FUCK ME OOOWWWWW HARDER!! YOUWWWWW! OH MY GOD LAAAANCE!!!!" She screamed, over and over.

Lance realized she had never screamed like that for him. Except.... Now she was. She was screaming his name. He would have cum multiple times already though, and yet Derek, unfatigued and still going, continued fucking his wife.

They switched positions. Her hair was mussed, her skirt hiked clear up to her belly, and her tan body glistened with sweat. As did Derek's, his rock hard abs and hairless chest reminded Lance of himself- of the man he imagined himself to be at any rate- for her.

"Haaaa...." He said, as he lay on his back and she straddled him, his cock impaling her as she faced away from him, her back to his face. As she rode Derek's cock, she stared down at Lance, pathetically cowering there in his drag-queen get-up, his face wearing an expression of lust mixed with longing, and not without some discomfort as she realized how constricted his cock must be.

This last thing though set her through the roof. With Derek's cock deep inside her, probing her seemingly clear though her chest, she uttered the most intense, shrieking orgasm ever, shrieking Lance's name. If only this was him inside of her, she thought, I wouldn't have needed this lunkhead, but no; all the better to tease and torment him while her surrogate stud took care of her. She continued to ride Derek, bouncing up and down on his groin, him lifting her with repeated and fast up-thrusts of his hips. With a long wailing shriek that she knew must have tormented her poor husband, she orgasmed again, uttering a long, passionate wail.

Poor Lance, it was almost more than he could take, seeing her getting plowed by this big stud like this.

Oh, but this made it so much better though! Watching him as she had the fuck of her life unlocked a flood of perverse sexual feelings she could never put a name to. She ground her body deeper onto Derek's six-pack abs, hoping that he wouldn't cum too early and spoil what she had planned.

Lance smiled, watching as his wife had one of the most intense shuddering orgasms ever. He could do this to her, he thought. He could make her moan and scream like that again, if she's let him. Especially right now! After all, he used to... once...

That night in the hotel, by the beach, she had almost came as hard as that, he thought. Who was he kidding, though? Not even close....

And as he remembered, a deep inner satisfaction swept through him. He knew exactly what Derek was feeling, too. Nonetheless, while he lived vicariously through him, he still deeply missed actually feeling it himself.

Finally, after multiple screaming orgasms and what seemed like hours of hard, pounding raw sex, Derek began to groan loudly, seemingly finally ready to let go. But at that moment, she pushed herself off of him, climbed down out of the bed and said, "Wait. Stop for a sec. Stop."

Derek gasped, "Damn, woman! You just gave me blue balls! What's wrong?" His cock was purple and glistening, a magnificent thing of erect beauty just about ready to explode with a mere touch. His balls ached.

Lance was also disappointed. He had actually wanted Derek to shoot his load, too. Simply because, he remembered what that felt like, and suddenly his own sexual needs, long neglected, were overpowering to the point of madness. If only she would let him out of this wretched cage! How the heck did she ever convince him to wear this anyway?

He looked at her and realized exactly how; it was because Katija was so sexy that she could convince him to wear just about anything, as long as it gave her pleasure. Even a slutty wig, makeup, and fishnets, in front of another guy. Right now, he could even SMELL how sexy she was. That sweaty, hot girl smell.

"What's wrong?" Derek repeated.

In that girlish voice, she replied, "This is for his benefit, too, not just ours! I think we need to let HER (pointing at Lance) finish you off. After all, we ALL want to participate, don't we?"

Lance was blushing red in his garish wig and makeup, and from the way he was doubled over, he experiencing more than a little discomfort in that cage he was wearing. No worries, thought Katija; if he did his job well he'd get his reward soon enough too.

Both of them stood there, sweaty, hot, and panting, Derek stark naked, Katija wearing nothing but that tiny pleated skirt, now stained with streamers of pre-cum.

"Crawl over to us, slave. On your knees!" she ordered.

Lance obeyed.

"Now, FINISH HIM OFF! Do your job!" Katija barked.

"Whhhthat?"

"DID YOU JUST QUESTION ME?!?" Katija grabbed the paddle from the stand.

Lance trembled, seeing her stern expression; perhaps fearing what she would do next, more than what she wanted him to do.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry WHAT?"

"I'm sorry MISTRESS" Lance said softly.

"I don't think you are. You certainly don't sound very eager to obey! Lean forward. Assume the position."

Lance knew what was coming. He had no choice to obey.

She reached over for her paddle. Time to put this submissive little bitch in his place! He should not have questioned her like that in front of her lover. She dare not tolerate any disobedience, it would hurt her reputation, after all.

Walking over to her supine slave, Katija proceeded to deliver multiple loud thwacks to his raised ass. The last two of which made Lance gasp. "S... S..." He whimpered, the safe word on his lips.

No. He would not use the safe word. Not now. He would be strong, for her.

Perhaps he would even earn his reward. Three long weeks it had been..... His dick, even tightly caged, already ready to explode from neglected arousal.

For her...

"What did I ask you to do?" Katija asked.

"F-f-finish... him..."

"Then do it. I know you can. Crawl over to him."

He reluctantly obeyed.

"Grab his dick. There you go!"

"Now, put it in your mouth. There you go. Now show us what a good little cocksucker you are. Suck it! Suck it like a whore. Suck it like you WANT it! Like you CRAVE that cock!" She commanded.

Gingerly, Lance grabbed Derek's dick, now at half-staff, and slowly stroked it.

"I said, Put it in your mouth..."

Okay... here it goes.... Better get this over with.... Lance thought.

He went through the mental exercise she had taught him. This wasn't another man's dick in his mouth. He wasn't even gay! He was her, and Derek was him, and it was he who was being pleasured orally by his wife, and this was his dick in her mouth. Much like he had once been. Long ago, before...

He admired Derek's fully erect manhood. At over ten inches it put him to shame. He had loved seeing this magnificent cock pleasuring his wife, now it was his turn to thank him. So she had explained...

He began sucking it, grabbing it near the base and stroking it as he worked his mouth up and down. Much like she had taught him over the past month, training him with progressively larger plastic strap-ons, in preparation, as she had said, for the real thing.

He had never realized she was serious. And now the real thing was here.

He could taste Derek's dick in his mouth, its rank, sour odor. He could feel it move and twitch and throb in his mouth as he serviced it. For her. This is how SHE used to do it to me, he thought, except of course, Derek was much larger. "Suck HARDER!" Katija commanded, as she stepped in behind him, grabbed his head and shoved it forward, forcing Derek's rock hard manhood further down his throat. "Suck it like it's YOURS! Just pretend you are ME and this is your dick! Do it for ME!" She hissed.

It helped Lance to visualize and taste his wife's fluids on Derek's cock. In a way, he WAS actually sexually servicing her, if only indirectly. He really COULD taste his wife's body on him, her tight, sexy, athletic body twitching on this huge throbbing thing that had just violated her so righteously, so deliciously...

Even in this debased and unnatural setting, a feeling of almost zen-like sexual satisfaction took hold of Lance. He wasn't gay, but... this was different. Wasn't it?

Derek felt the pressure building up in his loins and his body start to tremble. The sight of this person in the slutty wig and fishnets, like a cheap ho, worshiping his dick, well even if it was a dude, he had just fucked his wife properly and hard, so... soon he could contain himself no longer. A sense of animal prowess, of domination and power coursed through his body as he climaxed. He had just given this dude's wife the best fuck of her life, and now he was really gonna show him who was boss...

This was as good as it gets. Move over little dog... big dog is here, he thought to himself.

Lance felt Derek's dick twitch and shudder, and Derek groaned, letting out an explosion of jizz into his mouth and down his throat. As he did so, he pulled back out of Lance's mouth as he continued to spurt, lathering his face with more of his sticky mess.

"Ahhhhhh.... AAAH!!!" Derek exclaimed, in relief.

Grabbing a handful of Lance's hair, he wiped his dick off in it, still dripping jizz.

Lance tried his best to swallow the hot, sticky, salty tasting mess that had filled his mouth and throat. Don't think too hard about it! He told himself. Just swallow it...

A moan escaped Katija's lips as well. Successfully forcing her husband to orally service another man, then seeing him kneeling there, covered with fresh hot jizz, was, if anything, just as big a turn on as Derek's magnificent cock had been earlier.

"Look at you! Tsk tsk..." Katija said, teasingly. "Whoops! He got it all over your face! And even in your hair! Wow! Look at you... My little sticky faced whore..."

"He looks like such a bitch, too, with that slutty wig and makeup, and those slutty little stockings. Made me feel like being sucked off by a real woman!" Derek added.

She smiled, "That was the idea."

"It was OUR idea," Derek reminded her.

Lance tried to wipe the sticky mess off his face, but unfortunately, Katija immediately decided (to his dismay) that this was a BAD idea.

A few minutes later, two of them lay in bed, basking in the afterglow. The third, had been cuffed, spanked again (for the crime of attempting to wipe his face) and ordered to kneel in the corner.

"No more paddles. Next time you disobey me in front of your superiors, you get the whip." Katija said. "Understand?"

"Yes mistress."

Last time she had resorted to the whip, she had left a scar. Lance resolved never to push her that far again. His pain tolerance had increased in the last several months but he still had his limits. And man, Kat was vicious with that whip.

After a while, Katija nudged Derek and said, "Hey babe, let's go take a shower. Freshen us up."

"Okay."

"But first.... SLAVE!" She barked at Lance. "I have a use for you. Go warm up the shower, for all three of us. "

She led him, dragging him by his cock leash, into the bathroom.

"Now, lie down, face down, in the tub while the water warms up, and wait for us."

Derek could hear the water running as Katija, giggling and laughing, led him to the shower. She was her bubbly and flirty self again, the way she was when he had first met her at the salon- seemingly an eternity ago. She slid the sliding door open. It was a spacious shower, much larger than the standard one, and the jet was powerful enough to put out plenty of water pressure. All the better for three people who otherwise would have made it pretty chummy.

Derek stood in the steamy shower, enjoying the warmth and closeness of Katija's hot, hard body, as the warm water cascaded down on both of them. The moment of post-coital satisfaction and bliss was such that he almost ignored the groveling pathetic drag queen at his feet, until Katija gave him an order.

"Clean us both. With your tongue, slave. Do it now!"

Derek had stood there as the pathetic man-thing did its job, first on him, then on his lover, and of course he could tell he lavished far more attention on his wife, as expected.

Still in post coital stage, Derek suddenly had to pee. Without thinking or even asking, he turned, facing Kat's hapless cuck husband kneeling below him in the steamy shower. Lance's garish makeup mixed with his own dried seed ran down his face as the water dripped on him and made him look ghoulish.

"Here you go." Derek said, and he let his bladder go, and proceeded to piss all over him, drenching his face and hair. Katija shrieked with laughter. Wait, wait... my turn! She said, giggling, and gave Derek a playful shove into the shower handle. She forced her husband to lie face up, straddled his face, and likewise let go a torrent of piss onto him. "Ahhhh... That's better!" She said, grinning and smiling.

"Oh whoops! I just had a little accident..." Katija said.

"He heh, yeah, me too!" Derek added.

"SWALLOW that!" she said, giving Lance a non-too-playful kick in the balls.

Her husband complied, savoring the taste of her wastes in his mouth. She had actually peed in his mouth before, but never in front of another guy like this.

Meanwhile, Katija reached around, and grabbed Derek's hardening penis, now stiffening. She leaned over, stretching, her tight, tanned ass raised in anticipation.

"Slave... She barked.

Derek was impressed. It was like Lance didn't need to be told what to do. She had trained him very well. Thanks in part to him, he thought.

From Lance's vantage point, on his back, he had a front row view of Kat's tight, curvy butt above him, longingly out of reach. The warm shower water rolled off her body in sheets. He longed to caress it with his tongue some more, violate her even in that way, but he would be, once again, relegated to clean-up duty as Derek, now once again fully erect, placed his hands on her hips. His feet were positioned on either side of Lance's prone torso. Lance also had a full view of Derek's baseball-bat cock hovering above him, brushing up against his wife's wet buttocks.

Ever the helpful slave, he even reached up and tried to help guide Derek's stiff member into to his wife's butthole, before Derek angrily slapped his hand away, annoyed by his insolence.

He and Kat used to have shower sex like this, Lance thought, back when they were dating, laughing and gigging as the water danced around them. Just the two of them. Heck, he even remembered the neighbors in the hotel room next door banging on the wall in response to their sounds of passion. Now he could only watch as Derek's huge and superior manhood took his wife from behind, rocking his hips into hers as she moaned loudly. Louder and more passionately than he ever made her, he realized. He watched as Derek violated her the way he used to, as he lay there on the floor of the shower stall, covered in both their fluids, looking up at Derek's dangling balls as the water dripped down onto him. Derek was balls-deep inside her rectum, and he was loving it, she was loving it, and Lance was loving watching, and loving how Katija was satisfied. It wasn't until the hot, steamy water began to cool that Derek finally finished with her and Kat, looking down at her hapless husband enjoying the show, ordered him once again to do his duty.

"Your turn slave. Clean me off!" she ordered him simply.

His tongue, pressed to Katija's violated and bespunked ass, ran lovingly up her ass crack, rimming her then probing her hole, tasting Derek's load and a mix of ass sweat and other less pleasant bodily fluids. It was, nonetheless, the food of the gods for him.

"Now me!" Derek barked. "I want you to taste your wife's ass on my cock. Clean my dick, you ho!"

Lance turned to his wife but she only nodded, and gave his bare ass a hard slap with her hand, hard enough to sting. He was already red and sore from her previous punishment. "No hesitation! I'd do it if I was you." she said then.

Lance complied, until Derek seemed satisfied. Luckily though, Derek didn't shoot another load into his mouth again. Maybe he was finally spent, at least for how.

"Lowest of the low," said Derek, looking down on Lance as he hocked a huge loogie and spat on him.

Katija, giggling, did likewise.

Although he had technically just taken one with his wife and her lover, Lance realized he needed a shower. But it was not to be.

"Not yet. I want you to lie there, covered in our messes, and remember who you are. Tomorrow morning though, you can not only shower, but I might even let you have your reward. You do want that, don't you slave?"

"Yess mistress, oh yes!"

"Well good. You remember our deal, right?"

"Yes."

"What is our deal?"

"You get to have... at least thirty orgasms before I get to have one, mistress."

"And?"

"And even then, only if I earn it, mistress."

"Right. Well, I've had twenty eight. Maybe by tomorrow morning I will have had thirty. You can sleep here in the tub, but me and Derek are going to bed. Good night!"

"Good night mistress!" he said. He fell into a feverish yet fit slumber, lying in the tub. He was openly rooting for Derek to "perform" for him at least two more times, but he drifted off to sleep before he could hear it happen.

The next morning, Lance was freshly showered, and Derek had shuffled off to work at the gym before Lance was even awake. It was as if he had never been there, and Lance and Katija were once again a happy, normal, affectionate married couple. It even felt like the garish fever dream of the previous evening had never happened. Lance was freshly shaven, clean and ready for the day, and Kat was getting ready for her first clients in the morning at the salon. She leaned over and kissed him, longingly and passionately.

"Did I push you too far last night?" She asked.

"No, mistress."

"No, DEAR. You mean. I may be your mistress, and I may push your limits at times, but just so you know, I am also your wife. And I do love you, you know. Never forget that. I really do. You are strong, thoughtful, and wonderful, and I am blessed every day to have a man like you. I just want you to know that."

"Thank you, and you make me feel like the luckiest guy in the world sometimes. Even... last night."

"We don't need to talk too much about last night, okay?" she said, kissing him and rubbing his crotch.

"Oh, that reminds me..." she said then. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a silver key on a chain and held it up to show him.

"I thought you'd never ask!"

"SLAVE!" She said, suddenly switching into the new, now- familiar dynamic, only this time, light hearted and smiling. "On your knees. Time for your reward!"

"Do I get to... Goddess, you are so beautiful! Can I... I mean, may I... can we go upstairs, I really want to, I mean, can I have sex with you?

"You did. Last night. She smiled a wicked smile. And you thanked your surrogate so genuinely too; I was super proud of you! So now... I'm finally going to let you cum. You earned it! Pull down your pants and show me what you got!"

Erotic humiliation had lately become Lance's kink. So when she told him "Oh, it's so LITTLE! No wonder you can't satisfy me anymore!" it had only made him more aroused than ever.

The memory of watching his wife get laid the previous night came flooding back. Now, he could pretend, once again, that he was in his old place. Suddenly in his mind he WAS Derek, giving it to her hard, and wet, making her scream and moan with ecstatic pleasure. Three weeks of pent up frustration came gushing out of him, onto the floor of their tiled bathroom, as she watched. He screamed her name, shuddering intensely as his orgasm ripped through his body, as he imagined himself in Derek's place. In his old place. Vicariously living through her lover's pleasures.

Katija smiled, already wet with excitement as she watched her subservient husband kneel at her feet.

"Awww Tsk.. tsk... did we have a widdle boo-boo? Maybe you need to wear diapers until you are potty trained..." his wife said, in that sexy, hot, mocking voice.

I hate you... he thought. But yet, he loved her. Still. And always would.

"I love you." He said.

"Thank you Mistress!" he added.

"Good boy." And Katija's smile brightened his day, and carried him through the drudgery of another day at the office.

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How many ladies out there will make that call?