Peter Reed had not seen it coming. Sure, he fantasised about such things when masturbating, but in real life he maintained the typical facade of masculine superiority over everything, women in particular... though he came his strongest when stroking at the thought of those women who held the whip hand, and soon, fantasy would blend in with reality.
His wife Lydia, had been typically vanilla in their courting days, as had he, and following their many years of marriage, very little had changed... on the surface, anyhow. Sex with her was conventional; straightforward missionary position after minimal foreplay which didn't venture to oral sex or anything remotely kinky, and it happened less and less, he quite content to masturbate, when she was away, as she was quite often with female friends at what he thought were mundane social gatherings, his indifference at questioning her about those gatherings, suiting her perfectly. His male acquaintances had jibed him about allowing his wife such liberties, and Reed had then told them that he'd put a stop to it... though in reality he did nothing, enjoying masturbating at will whilst she was away.
It was often after her lengthier stays away that those rare sessions of sex would take place, often after she'd chided him about necessary tasks about the house not being done, or the general untidiness, they'd then make up by having sex... though her chiding was noticeably more forceful on each occasion, and seemed to remain a little during sex, having her achieve increasingly satisfying orgasms, Reed assuming her pleasure was down to his prowess with his cock, swelling his already inflated ego... but he was to learn her satisfaction was down to her thoughts on what was to be, not from the efforts of his mediocre cock.
Those chiding sessions were also accompanied by the appearances of her female friends at the house without prior warning, becoming all the more frequent. Though a little irked at this feminine invasion of his domain, he also took a curt pleasure in airing his chauvinism amongst them, belittling them in subtle fashion, though some gave back as good as they were given... and one in particular turned the tables on him to acute effect. Tara Mansfield had become an increasingly prominent feature amongst Lydia's friends, tall, shapely, and magnificently confident, she'd suffer no chauvinism from any male, and Reed quickly found he was no exception, even if it were in his own house. Reed noted the spiteful smile of contentment from Lydia, as his only attempt at some mild ridicule of Tara, was met with an abrupt and stinging rebuke, then studied indifference to him, showing just who was top of the pecking order. As soon as the opportunity came, Reed found himself upstairs, masturbating over the incident, the experience somehow lushly erotic.
Lydia was more than aware of his eagerness to accompany her to clubs and restaurants on those socialising occasions which he'd normally shun, when it was mentioned that Tara would be in attendance... the noose about his neck was gradually being tightened, and he'd soon know the drop through the trap into a world from which he'd never return. Despite his hidden penchant for the attentions of dominant femininity, it still didn't register with him that on those social occasions, the few males in attendance - husband's, partners, or boyfriends - were all somewhat demure, and unresponsive to his male oriented banter. They remained stiff faced and kept themselves to themselves whilst the women indulged, interacting in circles of their choice... getting a strange but unremarked enjoyment out of Reed's isolation, those other males under strict orders to behave themselves, to an extent which Reed could only fantasise about.
It was at such an occasion when his wife was to depart on one of her trips away, this time Tara and some of the other women meeting at his house to collect her, that Lydia looked to Tara and her close selection of intimate friends with a nodding smile. Reed had almost begged her to allow him to attend a function at which Tara and some of the women he found so attractive were to attend, shortly after her return, and Lydia had discussed this with her friends, deciding the time was now right for him to know the truth, to be confronted, and outed, for what they knew he harboured inside... and put to the desired use by his wife, whose confidence had become increasingly supreme among her feminine company. As Reed stood pouting, taking furtive glances at the shapely women preparing to depart, longing to masturbate over them whilst their sights and scents were still fresh in his memory. Lydia clapped her hands, the sound echoing around the room, then summoned him over with a flick of her finger... in a fashion he'd never seen her use before.
The women grinned at his obeying the command of his wife's wagging finger, her smug smile echoed by them and by Tara in particular. Lydia then wasted no time in announcing that his journey to her absolute ownership of him was about to begin.
"Well Peter, you know that function you begged me to be allowed to attend in a week or so?..." He blushed visibly, at her having the women know his desires, though they'd been made well aware of his progress in being drawn in, each smiling wickedly at witnessing a scenario that many of their husbands and partners had been so delightfully subjected to. He stood close and gaped at her, silenced for once.
"...well you'll not be able to attend that, I'm afraid..." Lydia and the women enjoyed his crestfallen look, a hint of the control she'd soon have over him, sweetly delivered before she excited him again.
"... but it's been decided that you'll come with us today." Once again, the women enjoyed his bemused looks, as Tara used a spiked stiletto to toe a small sports bag into view from behind Lydia's large case of clothes and essentials, Reed already developing a keen erection at the sight of her... and his wife's strange air of authority. The dominant Tara added her words, emphasising the decision was mutual amongst the women.
"We've packed your things... we all decided on what you should wear, you won't need much." Her curt smile had his cock bulge, his usual cocksure persona being slowly eaten away by the confidence of the women... and his own submissive fantasies, which were moving toward a reality, consuming his arrogant shield. He at last found his voice, looking to Lydia's smug smile.
"But... but, I thought your trips were strictly women only?". The sneering laughter which arose from the women did nothing to ease his erection, nor did Lydia's response.
"Oh, sometimes we allow male company..." Tara intersected, once again emphasising that his allowance wasn't just at the behest of his wife alone.
"Males who are well behaved... and do as they're told." Reed gasped audibly, blushing even more, his cock rigid, as Lydia pointed to her case and his bag, her face now stern... her cunt nicely moist with arousal, as she demonstrated her air of authority over him once more.
