0 comments/ 146731 views/ 28 favorites She Expects That I Obey Her By: wants2bsub As usual, I was home from work before she was. I immediately began straightening up the place and preparing dinner. She expects dinner to be nearly ready, a glass of white wine poured and an immaculately clean house to await her when she arrives home from work. My wife has a very stressful job, making almost three times the money that I do, and she likes to begin unwinding immediately after she gets home. After we eat dinner, I will clean the dishes as she goes into the bedroom to get into more comfortable clothes. She will then take her place on the couch in the den and either reads or watches television as I kneel in front of her and massage her feet. It hasn't always been like this; I haven't always been so completely focused on serving her. I had always wanted to submit to her, but our relationship was so incredibly vanilla that I never had the courage to confess my true feelings to her. It was only when the Around Her Finger movement (based on the premise that men are happiest when wrapped around the finger of the woman they love) started taking off and became a cult phenomena on the internet that I realized that there were many men just like me. We wanted to confess our submissive desires to our wives, but we lacked the courage or the knowledge to know how to go about doing it. What surprised me the most when I finally did confess to my wife was how completely open she was to the idea. I had already started a program of stealth submission where I was doing everything I could to serve her without revealing my motives. I was doing virtually all the housework (including her laundry which I had never done), giving her foot rubs, massages, keeping my hands off the remote control -- you name it. One day she asked me what had come over me and I opened up like a book. I told her everything about my submissive fantasies. She recognized what this lifestyle had to offer both of us and she took to it immediately. She went to the web and learned all she could about how to nurture my submission and embrace her dominance. She made it very clear to me that she expects that I obey her. All of the household chores are now my responsibility. I still work, but she is considering having me leave my job to focus more attention on the home. All the major decisions in the home are now hers to make or delegate as she sees fit. She controls all the finances and gives me only a small allowance. My early evenings are spent relaxing her with foot rubs, massages, pedicures, etc. Late evenings are spent attending to her more intimate pleasures. While my orgasms are now strictly controlled, her orgasms are more frequent than ever. She will typically lie on the bed on her stomach as I massage her shoulders, back, and all the way down to her feet. On her cue, I will slide a pillow beneath her waist so that her ass is lifted off the bed. I will position my face between the cheeks of her ass and draw small circles around her asshole with my tongue. Then I will begin making tiny tongue-thrusts in and out of her rosebud as I begin to massage the flesh of her pussy between my thumb and forefinger. Eventually she rolls on her back and I begin slowly licking her pussy until she comes closer and closer to an orgasm. I then focus all of my attention on her clit to drive her to multiple, intense orgasms. All has been going wonderfully. We both enjoy our new roles in the household and I think we would never be happy going back to the way things were. Very recently, however, she asked me a question for which I was unprepared. She wanted to know what I thought about the idea of her making love to another man. I was dumbstruck. Of course I was aware of cuckolding; I even have to confess to the occasional cuckold fantasy. However, fantasy was where it ended with me. I didn't want to deal with the emotional baggage of watching my wife be fucked by another man. I told her the truth. I told her I wanted nothing to do with it. She looked at me and smiled. She said she would take my opinion into consideration, but ultimately she would decide and she would expect me to obey. That night she afforded me what had by now become a rare opportunity to have intercourse with her. She mounted me and slowly eased my cock into her pussy. She instructed me to lie still while started to slowly thrust her warm pussy up and down along the length of my cock. She leaned forward and put her mouth on mine. She opened her mouth so that the air she exhaled became the air I inhaled. My breathing matched hers. Her hips slowed, but her pussy remained clasped around my cock. She spoke to me in a low, throaty voice. "I would think you would want to see me fuck another man if you thought it would make me happy. I would think you would love to be my little cuckold. It would really take us to a new phase; it would be a great way to prove your devotion to me." I was silent. She clenched her muscles around my cock and again began the steady back and forth motion with her hips. "Of course you would be involved. I would want you to watch as he slides his cock into my pussy. I'm sure that most men couldn't stand that humiliation – to watch another man fuck their wife – but you aren't most men. The more I can do to demonstrate control over you and the more you can do to demonstrate submission to me… the more loved you feel. And I want you to feel loved, because you are loved. I love you so much." I remained silent. "Honey, tell me you want to be cuckolded. Tell me now that this is what you really want." She again slowed the motion of her hips. My cock was completely in control of my thoughts. "Yes, Dear, please make me your cuckold. I want you to be happy. I want you to fuck another man." A wicked smile came across her face. Her loins tightened around my cock, and I exploded inside of her. She quickly slid her hips up along my abdomen and chest so that her pussy was positioned over my face. She lowered herself onto me, and for the first time I tasted my own seed from her body. She giggled as she gently stroked my hair. Things were about to change. She Expects That I Obey Her Ch. 02 The next morning I woke up at 5:00 a.m. so that I could get an early start on her laundry. I had all her clothes washed, dried, ironed and put away and her outfit for the day laid out all before she woke up at 7:30. When she stepped out of the shower, I had her coffee waiting for her. I then began my daily routine of dressing her and getting her ready for the day. I finished her hair and make-up, her blouse was on, and I was now kneeling in front of her about to help her step into her panties. She stood and sipped her coffee and stroked my hair with her long, slender fingers. I held her panties in my hand and looked up at her. "There was something that I was wanting to discuss with you," I said. "Last night, all that talk about cuckolding me… that was just to set the mood? Right? I mean, that's all way beyond anything we ever read about in the Around Her Finger book. I love submitting to you, I love serving you, but I don't know that I'm ready for that. I don't know that I could handle watching you with another man." She continued to sip her coffee and stare straight ahead as if she didn't hear me. Finally, she broke her silence. "Dear, if I wanted to fuck another man, I wouldn't have to ask your permission, I would just do it. But last night, I asked you if you wanted me to cuckold you, and you said yes. Last night you seemed very willing to be my little cuck bitch. You sucked your own cum out of me as if it was giving you life. Why would I possibly release you from that commitment? It's too late. You are my husband, and I love you dearly. No man will ever replace you. However, I value your submission to me. I love being the Alpha-wife and having you as my little, beta-husband. I must know that your submission is complete. This is an excellent way of proving it. I have decided to take a lover. You blessed it, and that is the end of it." "But...," she stopped me. She placed her two hands gently on both sides of my face and guided me to her neatly trimmed mound. "I have already chosen another lover. There is a man I often see at the coffee shop near my office. He has been flirting with me forever. For the last few weeks, we have been meeting pretty regularly to share our mid-morning coffee together. This week we met at a bar after work and shared a few drinks. He told me he wanted to fuck me, and you know what? I wanted to fuck him too. I told him it would have to be on my terms. I told him about our relationship. He wants to be part of making you a cuckold. I walked out in the parking lot with him, and I asked him to show me his cock. I think it's important that if I cuckold you, that my lover's cock be bigger than yours. It was. It was longer and thicker when it was soft than yours is when it's hard. I held it in my hands, and he kissed me. I felt it growing hard. It was enormous. It is really going to humble you." My face remained pressed against her womanhood as she towered above me and spoke. As I inhaled I could barely detect her musk. It was intoxicating. My eyes remained closed as I listened to her words. I saw bright flashed of color explode in my mind as if my endorphins were causing me to hallucinate. My cock was incredibly erect. She was right; she was my Alpha-wife. I would embrace her desires as my own. I would be the best cuckold that I could be. Humility would be my reward. She spoke again. "I want you to think about what you can do to make my first evening with my lover perfect. When I come home tonight I want you to have prepared a list of things that you feel you can do to accommodate this experience." With that, she dismissed me. She finished dressing herself and went to work without another word to me. *** When she returned home that night I had the list typed and neatly folded into a linen envelope. We went through our evening routine as usual, but this time, when I had finished massaging her feet, she commanded me to go get the envelope and open it for her. She sat on the couch naked except for her silk robe. She was sipping on a glass of white wine. I opened up the paper and took a deep breath before I started reading. She looked down to see my cock stiffening. She smiled the same wicked smile as she had last night. She set her wine down on the floor in front of her. She opened her legs and began massaging her pussy. It began to glisten with her excitement. She began to moan and her hips began to gyrate. I wondered if she had stopped listening to me, but I continued to read. When I finished my list she stopped masturbating herself. She draped her arms back behind her head and kept her legs open. I instinctively buried my face in her warm, wet pussy. I let the paper drop to the ground. "That was very good," she said, "but I have a few modifications. For one, I don't want to go out to dinner; I want the entire evening to transpire in our home. He'll be marking his territory with his presence. Plus, I like the idea of you serving us dinner… waiting on us hand and foot while we ignore you or treat you like a servant. Also, you'll be more involved in our sex than you might imagine. I've already spoke to him about this and he is fine with it." I looked up at her while still eating her pussy. She ran her fingers through my hair. "It's going to happen this Friday night. He'll arrive shortly before 7:00 o'clock, so you'll need to be ready for him." I kept worshipping between her legs. "Also, I think it might be ok for you to fuck me again tonight. You'd like that wouldn't you?" I mumbled an affirmative response. "But first I want you to call him and ask his permission." I stopped what I was doing immediately and looked at her like a deer in headlights. "What?" I exclaimed. "His name is Carter. His number is over by the telephone. He'll be expecting your call." I continued to stare at her in disbelief. "Go," she barked, "call him now!" I walked over to the phone. I saw his number scrawled out on the notepad. I dialed his number and heard it ring several times before he picked up. "Hello, Carter, this is Mark Rutherford, Jenny's husband." "Don't you mean Jenny's cuckold?" "Yes," I answered. "That's yes, Sir to you. What do you want?" "I want to know if it's ok for me to make love to Jenny. She told me that I will have to ask your permission." "Take the phone with you and walk up to a mirror." I walked into our front hallway and looked into the mirror that hung over a small table. I indicated that I had followed his instructions. "Look at yourself. You are fucking pathetic. You little worthless, cum-eating cuckold. Your wife's pussy belongs to me. Why should I let you stick your cock into my property? Your wife is already my bitch, and I'm going to make you my bitch on Friday night. Now tell me again why you called me." "Um, Sir, I wanted to see if it was ok to have sex with my wife." "No, dammit! It is not." He hung up the phone and left me standing in front of the mirror staring at myself in disbelief. I looked over at Jenny and saw that she was laughing at me. She stood up and started walking into the bedroom. "I'll be wearing that blue skirt with the light blue blouse to work tomorrow. I expect it to be ironed and ready before I go to work tomorrow. I still expect you to obey me… cuckold." She Expects That I Obey Her Ch. 03 My wife Jenny arrives home early on Friday night. I had taken the afternoon off and am in the midst of preparing dinner. I am wearing only a pair of boxer shorts and bending forward to place the crown roast of lamb in the oven when she walks in the door. She drops her keys and purse on the kitchen table for me to put away. She stepped towards me and playfully grabs my ass as she leans over me to kiss my cheek. "Hello, Dear. Looks like you have dinner well underway. I'm going to jump into the shower. I'll be needing your help getting ready when you get things under control in the kitchen." With that she headed off to the bathroom in our master suite. She started disrobing and carelessly dropping her clothes onto the floor as she walked away. I finished up in the kitchen and then followed her trail of laundry as it led to the shower door. I picked up every piece of her discarded clothing and placed it either in the dry cleaning pile or the hamper where I would deal with it later. I went into her closet and picked out the outfit that I already knew she wanted to wear for tonight. There were black stockings with a visible seam that ran along the back of the leg. There were garter belts. There was a short black skirt and a white top that dropped in a low V across her chest. She would wear no bra. I also grabbed the new, high-heel shoes with the straps that wrapped around her ankles. I had bought these for her yesterday during my lunch hour. Finally, I took her strand of pearls out of her jewelry box. I draped everything across the bed and stepped into the bathroom as I heard the water turning off in the shower. I hand Jenny a towel and stand waiting for her instructions. She looks down at my boxers and reminds me that this is not the uniform she had prescribed. I go back to the closet and remove the boxers. I then reached into my dresser to pull out a stainless steel and leather cock ring. I fasten it around the base of my cock and balls. This is to be the only thing I wear tonight. I go back into the bathroom and see Jenny sitting on the toilet to urinate. I grab her some squares of toilet paper and stand waiting for her to finish. She looks at me, takes the toilet paper, and throws it on the ground in front of me. "I think we are beyond this." She stands with her legs spread slightly. For the first time ever she has me lick clean the urine that was left on her pussy. "Next time, I'll just piss right in your mouth," she says as she lifts herself away from me and walks to the sink. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" I nodded. It was undeniable that I would like that. I liked everything that she was doing to humiliate me. The rapid acceleration of my submission to her was something that I had started out trying to fight, but I quickly surrendered and was becoming more and more the deeply submissive, obedient husband she demanded. What had happened? What had come over her in just the last month? Only a couple of years ago we had been just a completely vanilla couple. I had always fantasized about submitting to her authority, and finally had the courage to confess my feelings to her. She read the copy of Around Her Finger book that I bought her, and immediately grasped the benefits that a wife-led household had to offer. But that book was so tame. We were now going way beyond anything in that book. She must have stumbled onto other websites that discussed femdom marriages. She must have read about more intense femdom behavior on those sites and now wanted to experiment with this activity in our own relationship. Tonight she would be cuckolding me. In a fit of passion she got me to confess that I wanted to be her cuckold. She brought me to the brink of an orgasm and then held me there until I offered my blessing to let another man fuck her. From the moment I said it I had regretted it, but she wouldn't let me take it back. The truth is that she wants this to happen. She wants this to happen for a number of reasons. To begin with, she wants to establish her authority over me in a way that transcends the domestic servitude and sexual control that we already practice. She wants to feel the white hot light of complete and irrevocable dominance. She wants the power rush of that will come when I willingly submit myself to the indignity, to the abject humiliation of becoming her cuckold. She will know she owns me and that our power exchange is complete. More than just that, she also wants to fuck this man. She has been thinking about this for a long time. My submission to her has made it impossible for me to ravage her like she craves. An alpha-woman needs an alpha male, and I am now undeniably not her equal. When this man's cock enters her, it will satisfy her in a way that I no longer can. With me kneeling before her, I can bring her orgasm after orgasm with my tongue. My cock can enter her, but only with permission. I can't take her, possess her. She needs this and tonight she will get it. Jenny steps out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. She smiles approvingly at my naked vulnerability. She caresses my cock and squeezes my balls gently. She instructs me to kneel to help her into her garter belt, her hose, and her shoes. The doorbell rings before I can finish dressing her and she commands me to go answer it. "Treat him with the respect that he deserves," she commands as I walk out to answer the door. I open the door a crack to make certain that it is Carter. It is, and I open the door all the way. This is the first time I have ever seen him. He is a magnificent man, and I immediately see why Jenny is so attracted to him. He is about 6' 2" with an athletic build. The slim waist on his unpleated khakis and tight-fitting button down shirt suggest a flat stomach with ample muscles. I cannot quite figure out if he is white or very light-skinned black. He seems like he could blend into either race. He has a chiseled face with dark brown eyes that look me over disapprovingly as he steps inside the house. Over his shoulder is a gym bag and in his hand is a small paper bag. He places the gym bag on the floor next to the door and hands the paper bag to me. I open it and see that is a tube of body lube. "That's in case I want to fuck your wife up the ass, cuck. Go put it next to the bed." I do as he instructs. I poke my head into the bathroom while running back to complete his errand. I see that Jenny is almost ready. She is standing in front of the mirror primping. She smiles at me and asks me how she looks. "Wonderful," I reply. "Carter is out there right now," I tell her. "He asked me to put a bottle of lubricant next to the bed." I paused. "In case you want to have anal sex... that's what he said." She smiled at me but said nothing. "You wouldn't let him do that would you? I mean, you never let me do that." She ignores me completely. "Go open us a bottle of wine, cuck. I'll be out in a minute." I walk back to the kitchen and find Carter already looking at our wine bottles. "Open this," he barks. I take the bottle. It is a very nice cab that had been given to us for our last anniversary. I open it and pour two glasses, handing one to him. I set the other on the table to await Jenny. "You ever sucked a cock before?" he asks me. I told him that I had not. "Which do you think would be more humiliating for you... me fucking your wife or you sucking my cock?" I stand silent, not even knowing how to answer that question. He smiles at my silence. "You're into female supremacy right? This all started out you just wanting to adore and submit to your wife... all that 'Around Her Finger' crap, right?" "I never wanted any of this," is my response. "All I wanted was for her to be the head of the household, to let her make the decisions, to let me do the housework, give her massages...." "But you're getting a hell of a lot more than that," interrupts Carter. "Both you and your wife have no idea of what you are getting into tonight. You are both going to be so completely addicted to my authority that I am going to own you both forever. You'll both do things for me that you never imagined you would do. Part of you will hate it, but you won't be able to resist it. I'm telling you what's coming because there's nothing you can do to stop it. She'll be mine by the end of the night, and when I own her, I'll own you." We both look up and see Jenny walking in from the bedroom. She has no idea what we were discussing. They exchange pleasant greetings like they are already old friends and lovers. Carter looks over her shoulder when he embraces her and flashes me a wink. What have we gotten ourselves into? *** I serve them both the incredible dinner that I had prepared. It is a multi-course meal with appetizers, salad, a crown roast of lamb, and crème Brule for desert. They more or less ignore me during dinner, although Jenny does take occasion to point out my shackled cock and note how much smaller it is than Carter's. I fill their glasses with the last of now the second bottle of wine, and they rise from the table to move into the den. As I begin cleaning the dishes, I can see that Jenny has already straddled Carter on the couch, and they are kissing each other passionately. By the time I finish the dishes, Carter is telling Jenny to stand in front of him. He asks her to disrobe slowly so he can savor each new part of her body that she reveals. She removes her blouse and her breasts come into view. They are large and hang down slightly with their own weight. Her nipples are enormous and totally erect. Then she steps out of her shoes and allows her skirt to drop to the floor. She is wearing only hose with garters, so there are no panties. Her pussy is closely trimmed and her hands move immediately to begin caressing herself. He calls for me to come in the room. I stop where I am with the dishes and immediately obey. "You've got him trained well, Jenny." She smiles in response. I stand before him and wait for his next instructions. "I'm going to want you to undress me, cuck." I drop to my knees and remove his shoes. I take off his socks. He pulls his arms away from his waist and I undo his belt. I unsnap and unzip his pants and he stands. I pull the pants down and he steps out of them. He is wearing a loose fitting pair of boxers. "Next the shirt," he commands. I undo the button on his shirt and remove it. I go to hang the shirt on the back of a chair and look over at him. He has an amazing body. He has the most chiseled muscles I have ever seen on any man in person. Jenny is staring at him like she is possessed. "Now, kneel down and pull these boxers off of me, cuck." Again I do as he instructs. I pull down his boxers and see his cock for the first time. I have never seen a cock like this before now. It hangs a full eight inches even though it is soft. It curves gracefully as it descends. It is a perfect, light caramel color with a softer pinkish glow in its mushroom-like head. His pubic hair is closely shaved. He steps out of his boxers and stands with his hands on his hips allowing both Jenny and I to marvel at his physical presence. She drops to her knees beside me and places her hands on either side of his hips, staring at his cock as if hypnotized by it. I stand up and step back. I'm amazed at my own reaction. I've never had a homosexual thought in my life, but now I'm feeling the blood flowing to my own cock, hardening in an unmistakable response to the sight of his body. Jenny presses her cheek against his cock and closes her eyes. His erection begins to take shape. It grows to at least eleven inches long and twice, maybe three times the thickness of my own member. She kisses its head. He grabs her by the hair and points her face towards his own. "Not so fast," he says, "I have some ground rules I want to discuss." The first thing he wants is for me to go and get the gym bag from next to the front door. I bring it to him and he opens it to reveal a small digital video camera and a telescoping tripod. He has me set it up in the corner of the room. "I want to film everything," he says. He looks back down at Jenny. She can barely contain herself. One of her hands is holding his cock and the other is rubbing herself between her legs. "Do you want me to fuck you, Jenny?" he asks. She nods. "Then I want you to submit to me as completely as your husband submits to you. I want to control you not just now, but forever. You'll be my complete slut, my whore, my property. Do you understand this?" She nods again. "Say it," he commands. "Yes, sir. I want to be your slut, not just now but forever. I'll do whatever you tell me. Just please let me suck your cock, please fuck me." "You filming all this, cuck?" I nodded. It was all captured on the camera. "Good, then go ahead. Put my cock in your mouth." With this permission she opened her mouth and let the cock slide in and push against the back of her throat. Carter smiled at me knowing that his prediction was coming true. "And I'm going to make your husband my special little bitch as well. You are both mine after tonight, and I've got big plans for both of you. Come over here, cuck, get down and lick my balls while your wife sucks my cock." I did as commanded. I positioned myself between his legs and let his balls drop into my mouth. The camera was rolling. It was going to be a long night and things would never be the same again.