Husband in Training Pt. 01

Part 1: The Spark of Curiosity

Heather rose at dawn for her usual yoga class. Before slipping out the door, she paused by the bed and brushed a gentle kiss over her husband Arthur's forehead. He stirred slightly but stayed asleep, a soft smile on his lips.

I love you, she thought warmly, tiptoeing out.

Even after years of marriage, those little moments still made her heart flutter.

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At yoga, Heather still felt relatively new -- she didn't know most people in class. But over the past couple of months, she'd begun to find her rhythm. She had become fast friends with Amber, a tall, striking woman with strong, defined legs and the casual grace of someone who spent years playing sports.

Amber's 5'10 frame was muscular and curvy from her college soccer days, and she was one of the best athletes in the class -- confident in every pose, comfortable in every room.

As soon as Heather walked into the studio that morning, Amber waved and patted the mat to her left, smiling wide.

Heather dropped her things and joined her. "You're early."

Amber grinned. "So are you. What's gotten into you?"

"Energy to burn."

Amber gave her a once-over. "Whatever it is, it's working. You're glowing."

Heather flushed slightly but smiled. It wasn't just kindness -- Amber had said things like that before, but lately there was a new edge to her compliments. Heather had been working hard, and it showed. Her hourglass shape had become more defined; muscle hugged her thighs and hips, her waist looked tighter, her arms stronger. She didn't just feel better -- she looked it. Even at a glance.

After class, they walked across the street to their favorite bakery. The two of them had hit it off fast -- shared politics, the same taste in books and wine, and a nearly codependent obsession with their dogs.

Amber's extroverted energy had drawn Heather in easily. She was easy to talk to. And sometimes, when Amber dropped the act and said something honest and intimate, Heather felt that pull even more strongly.

They each grabbed a coffee and a pastry and found their usual spot in the corner.

"You know," Amber said, tearing a corner off her croissant, "whatever you're doing in the gym? It's paying off."

Heather laughed. "Thanks. I've been lifting more. Arthur has noticed."

Amber smirked. "Let me guess. He's locking up again?"

Heather gave a cautious smile. "Yeah. For a few weeks now. I didn't even ask. He started doing it on his own."

Amber raised an eyebrow. "That's not just discipline. That's submission."

Heather shifted in her seat. "It's just part of our thing. You know, teasing, kinky fun. We've always played like that a little. It's not serious."

Amber's eyes sparkled. "No judgment. I think it's hot. And honestly? That means you're already halfway to something I wanted to talk to you about."

Heather tilted her head.

Amber leaned in slightly. "OHeather. So. This might sound wild, but... I've been training my boyfriend, Mike. Not just in bed. Training him, conditioning him. Pavlov-style. Slow, subtle, intentional. And now? He's my cuck."

Heather blinked.

Amber grinned at her. "It didn't happen overnight. I never even told him what I was doing. I just started connecting things he already enjoyed -- small penis humiliation (SPH), chastity, worshipping my ass -- with things I wanted. Bigger cock fantasies. Watching. Worship. I started small: only letting him stroke after he'd sniffed me. Letting him touch himself while I told him about the other men I wanted, the ones with big cocks. And every time I took something away -- his orgasm, his dignity -- I gave him something sweeter: my pleasure. My praise."

"I started to say and do things intentionally that would nudge him in the right direction. I actually bought one of those cock sleeve toys -- you gave me the idea unintentionally. One night when we were getting intimate, I told him I had a surprise for him and took it out. I had him look at it, and hold it, then sat on his face while I gently told him that I wanted to feel full and stretched, and how this is just a fun toy we could use to add a new sensation," Amber recounted.

Heather's mind was racing and her yoga pants were getting even wetter -- this sounded similar to some of the play she and Arthur had already engaged in. She continued sipping her cappuccino while she listened, hoping to slightly disguise her intrigue.

"I sat on his face because he loves it -- I knew if I did that, he could only listen as I explained, and he'd be much more open to what I wanted to do... I know my body makes him weak, so I used it to get what I want," Amber said while letting out a chuckle.

Heather's heart beat faster. "So... he just eventually accepted it?"

"It took time -- but, yes. He wanted it. He just didn't know yet. And I didn't need him to know. I just needed him to feel good every time I took him a step deeper -- a step closer."

Amber sat back. "Now he gets off on being locked and teased while I'm out getting filled and stretched. Because I spent months rewiring his brain to make my pleasure the center of his."

Heather stared at her. "That's... insane."

"It's beautiful," Amber beamed. "And it's not a trick. I love him. I just... reshaped the way we love each other, with some training to better suit my needs."

Heather felt her thighs press together under the table. Her mind raced. SPH, chastity, ass worship -- those weren't new. But using them deliberately? As part of something bigger? She was intrigued and she felt herself getting wet.

Amber sipped her coffee. "You've got the perfect setup. You're already playing with chastity and teasing. He's locking up for you. All you have to do now is take what turns him on... and twist it a bit, leading to more of what you want."

"I know how you two play with cock sleeves and you've told me how you absolutely love the feeling of being stretched out... how you crave it even..." Amber offered.

Heather swallowed. "I don't know if I could keep that kind of secret."

Amber shrugged. "You don't have to keep a secret. Just don't name it. You don't have to say the word cuck. Just... use his kinks to steer him there. Turn his own arousal into your tool. And of course, neither of you have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"And if Arthur already thinks it's a hot fantasy, there are things you can do to nudge him toward wanting that fantasy to become reality," Amber said, grinning mischievously and letting her words hang in the air before continuing.

A slow smile tugged at Heather's lips.

Amber leaned in. "Start today. Don't let him cum. Tease him about your desire for a bigger cock. Use his kinks to build the association. And the longer he's denied, the more he'll need you and the more he'll feel compelled to do what pleases you. Once he needs you badly enough..."

Amber gave her a knowing look.

Heather's heart thundered. She didn't respond. She didn't have to.

"He's already halfway trained. You just haven't finished the job yet," Amber said, smirking.

"Hmmm I love that... I might just have to take your advice" Heather replied with a grin and a chuckle.

With a wink, Amber replied as she got up to head out, "You should! Let me know how it goes."

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The door clicked behind Heather as she stepped into the quiet house. The sun had barely risen. After greeting the dogs and letting them outside, she moved through the hallway and into the bedroom, where Arthur stood near the dresser, already up and freshly showered, wearing only a towel around his waist.

"Morning, beautiful," he said, turning to greet her.

Heather smiled and set her keys down.

Then her gaze dropped to the faint bulge under the towel. "Still locked, Art?" she asked casually.

Art nodded. "Yes, since last Thursday."

Heather approached him, slowly circling. "That makes me happy," She cooed. "You've been such a good pet lately, keeping it locked up for me all the time."

She reached out and unwrapped the towel, letting it fall. The cage contained his growing cock, tight and unrelenting. She brushed one of her light-pink fingernails across the bars, watching him twitch.

Art inhaled sharply.

"Would you like to give my ass a few kisses, pet?" Heather purred.

"Yes, Mistress," he responded.

"Good pet. Grab your collar and leash, your wrist and thigh cuffs, and my vibrator."

As he returned with the toys and they fastened his cuffs and collar, she guided him. "Get on your knees," she murmured softly.

Art obeyed instantly and as he faced her, she gave him a deep, teasing kiss, running her fingers and pretty nails over his face and lips.

She turned around and using his leash, guided his face into her legging-clad ass.

"Sniff, pet" she said as she spread her round ass cheeks apart. "I sweat a bit at yoga today, I hope I'm not too smelly."

"Ugh, thank you Mistress," Art blurted out before he took a deep sniff.

"That's it, good pet... sniff again," she gently commanded.

Art leaned in, inhaling deeply. A low groan slipped from his throat as he pressed his nose between her cheeks. He felt submissive, powerless, and compelled to obey her -- he was dropping into subspace.

"You like the way I smell, don't you pet?" Heather asked softly.

"Yes, Mistress," Art whispered.

"Good. You're not just sniffing me, pet. You're taking in everything -- my sweat, my workout, my arousal. It makes you weak and obedient. And that's just how I like you." She said.

She pulled her leggings down slowly -- just enough to reveal the full curve of her ass. The scent of her workout clung to her skin -- faintly musky, warm, intimate. She loved what that scent did to him.

"Sniff again." She commanded -- thinking to herself about Amber's 'training' suggestions earlier. She had already been training him to be addicted to her ass, touching it, kissing it, smelling it, licking it -- she didn't even realize this until now.

Art moaned again, lips brushing against the curve of her ass cheek. She rocked her hips gently, letting her ass grind against his face, knowing it would make him fall even deeper into subspace.

"Would you like to lick my pretty ass, pet?"

"Mhmm... yes please," Art responded, his words muffled by her ass as she was still slowly grinding it on his face.

"Get your tongue out."

He obeyed, and she guided his face closer, his tongue gently running between her cheeks, just below the edge of her damp panties.

Heather closed her eyes.

"Amber told me something today," she said slowly. "About how she only fucks big cocks. Thick ones. The kind that stretch her out and fill her up. And her husband? He kneels, just like you. Worships her. While someone else fills her up."

Art whimpered against her, tongue flicking faster.

"Amber says her husband's cock is small," she added, casually. "But he knows she deserves more."

She reached back and grabbed Art by the hair, pulling him in tighter.

"I want you to fuck my ass with your tongue pet."

"Mhmm.... yes, Mistress, thank you," Art replied weakly, almost unable to think in a deep submissive haze. And Heather knew she was about to make his mind even hazier.

"You want me to have more, don't you, pet?" She said, while backing her ass up onto his tongue -- fucking it like a small cock. "You know I need something that can fill me. Something bigger than you."

Art groaned, helpless, licking frantically.

"I deserve to sit on a nice thick cock that stretches me open... maybe while you're locked up and licking. You'd just sniff and moan and worship me while I'm being properly fucked."

She felt him trembling. "Say it," she commanded.

"I want that for you, Mistress," Art gasped. "You deserve more. You deserve... big cock."

Heather moaned softly, rolling her hips over his face. "Good pet. That's right. Keep your tongue out so I can show you how I'd fuck that nice big cock. You're doing so well."

She felt the heat building fast, sharp and electric. Her body shook with it. The scent of sweat, the hard cock cage, the vibrations of his tongue -- it all tangled into one crashing wave of pleasure.

Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave. She pressed her vibrator down hard against her clit and pushed back on Art's tongue, taking it deeper and moaning openly, shamelessly, as the world dissolved around her.

After a long moment, she stepped away, breathless and radiant.

Art knelt there, dazed, lips wet, cock caged and dripping.

"That was wonderful, pet. But, you don't get to cum right now," she said softly. "I want you to think about this all day. You'll smell me all day. And tonight? If you're lucky... maybe I'll let you sniff me again... and if you're really lucky, I'll unlock your little cock."

Art whimpered, "Ughhh... Yes, Mistress."

"What else, pet?" She said, raising an eyebrow as she gently grabbed his chin and stroked his lips with her fingers and pretty nails.

"Thank you for letting me lick your pretty ass, Mistress," Art said, blushing with pleasureful humiliation.

"Good... and? What else should you thank me for?"

"Keeping my cock locked up," he replied meekly.

"Yes pet, very good. For keeping your little cock where it belongs, locked up for me in its cage." She cooed in response.

As he rose, she kneeled and ran her fingernails over his locked cock, seeing the pre-cum leak out. She took it on her fingers and put them up to Art's mouth.

"Eat your pre-cum, pet," She directed. He obeyed.

With that, she gave his locked cock a kiss, smiled and headed into the shower, still tingling.

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As she brushed her hair after her shower, Heather picked up her phone and opened her messages to text Amber about her morning session with Art.

Heather: Just made him worship my ass while telling him about you getting stretched by big cock. Didn't even let him touch himself. ????

Amber: FUCK that's so hot... seems like you moved on my training idea quickly? ????

Heather: Yes! I love it. He sniffed my ass straight after yoga and I came while his tongue was in my ass. And of course, he didn't get to cum. I think he's starting to associate it. Smell = obedience = arousal.

Amber: Woah -- fast is an understatement here! You're moving lightning speed... and doing it right.

Heather: It was fucking hot. What's next?

She set the phone down and smiled to herself, lips curling with satisfaction. The training had begun.

[To be continued...]