[Author's notes: Warning! This is an extramarital sex story, between a married couple and a married man. There are strong Dominance and Submission themes in this story. There are strong cuckold themes in this story. This story has substantial male/male sexual contact. This hopefully will be hot enough to be a whack off story for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Civil and constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.]
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My name is Greg Dark. I am six foot, 195lbs, 8" circumsized. Dark hair turning salt and pepper. I am a bondage consultant. To the outside world, I am the dark sheep of the family, a retired sergeant in a wealthy family. To my family, I am the Dom, heir of Geoff who was Dom before me. I am a man of power whom everyone obeys, just like in the Jethro Tull song. My wife is a Domme, and the whole journey started out with a woman named Nancy, who was the Domme of our swing club.
This story is about one of the strangest assignments Nancy ever gave me. Nancy was the BDSM Mistress of our local swing club. Geoff was training me to one day become Dom of the family, Nancy was training me to be a freelance Dom.
At one point early in my life, I did Bondage, Domination & Submission outcalls for Nancy's clients. Joe and Deb had this request: Dominate Deb and Cuckold Joe right to his face. It seems that Joe just would not believe Deb's denials of cheating, so they came up with this plan where Joe would see it with his own eyes, and Deb would be forgiven. Their marriage was at stake.
He was just an average Joe, except in one department, where he could not cut the mustard because he didn't have a big enough knife. He was your typical nebbish, like Bradley Whitford on the West Wing TV show. He wasn't a frail waif, but he was definitely not a gym rat either. He had that sandy or dirty blond hair, but worse, his posture and movements practically screamed weak. He also unfortunately smelled like lavender soap. But he made good money, and Deb could see he had 'meal ticket' written all over him.
Deb was a pinup girl come to life, like Ava Gardner or Sophia Loren, with long dark hair, big perky breasts, long legs, and a sense of style. Beautiful, spankable ass that would make most men bite a knuckle and other grown men cry. Flawless face that like Helen of Troy, could have launched (and sank) a thousand ships. She always smelled delicious, like cookies baking, just a hot warm scent, enticing and with a hint of butter cream.
I requested specific gear and clothing. I have no idea what Nancy's fees were, I never asked and she never told.
They lived in an upscale brick home, in a wealthy part of the city. No children yet. Deb greets me at the door, in a black lace dress, matching lingerie, heels and hose. She takes me into their den, which has two opposing couches, and Joe's chair. He stands up to greet me, then turns the TV off. There is a box with the gear I'd requested next to the couch across from Joe's chair. I have them sign Nancy's consent paperwork, slip it into my leather jacket, and toss it over a chair in the dining room. I take the envelope left there and slip it into another pocket of my jacket.
"Joe, sit down in your chair, do not get up unless I tell you to do so, and for damn sure don't try to interfere in anything I am doing with her. Deb, you are my slut for the night, let's get started." I say as I grab her hair, fingers of my hand outstretched, then closed. She is now my head puppet. "From now on, you will call me Sir."
"Yes, Sir." she says as her nipples visibly stiffen.
"Strip down to your hose and heels." I turn her to face Joe. "Do it slowly, like you are trying to entice a lover."
Deb complies, shimmying and shaking her tits and ass in a gentle rhythm. Joe is already fully erect, and I surprisingly am not, we haven't gotten to the part of the dominance that really turns me on yet. I can smell Deb is already wet. I walk over to the gear box, frog marching Deb by the hair without really paying attention to her. I am going that way, and if she wants her hair still attached, she will go that way as well. I get the nipple clamps out and using my free right hand, attach them to her stiff nipples. They are clover clamps, so the more you tug on them the more they hurt. "OW, fucking OW!" Deb cries out.
I backhand her, then slap her other cheek. "I will do as I wish with you tonight. You gave yourself up to be used. Problem is, I'm the one who determines how you get used, not you. You have earned yourself a spanking. Tell me a single lie and I will whip you. Say Yes, Sir, I understand."
"Yes, Sir I understand." Deb says through tears.
"Do you think Joe didn't cry, when he didn't know where you were, what other's were doing with you? Do you think you have not earned your punishment?" I challenge her.
"No Sir." Deb says as she sobs.
I drag her back to the box. I get a collar and put it around her neck.
"This is a dog collar. You are my bitch now."
I put wrist and ankle cuffs on her.
"You will be bound tonight as I wish."
I fix a leash to her collar. I pull her head to mine for a kiss while I yank gently on the nipple clamps.
"Um-um-mmmm" Deb tries to resist, then melts into my kiss. Not surprisingly, she no longer complains about the nipple clamps, as the aroma of freshly baked hot pussy cookies fills the room.
I release the leash from her collar, then use it to clasp the wrist cuffs together behind her back. I then fed the chain down between her butt cheeks, into the cleft of her cunt, and start walking towards the dining room. I pick up a chair and carry it back to the den, all the time Deb's slick cunt is getting slicker and slicker on the chain working between her lips down below, as she is forced to march behind me without a clue as to where I am going. Nancy always taught me to show dominance, don't tell dominance. Make her trust you and obey you without ever having to command her, so that it will be instinctual when you do.
"I will sit on this chair. You will lay down on my lap, face down, tits on my left side, ass on my right. You will spread your legs wider than shoulder width, but not into a full split, with your toes pointed so that you are balanced on your tiptoes. Should you interfere with your hands I will double your punishment. It is time for Truth or Consequences." I take the paddle and rub it on her ass.
Then I wail away on her ass, ten hard strokes, a level I would call 5's. She cries out with every blow.
"Do you love Joe?" I ask.
"Yes, Sir." Deb replies cautiously.
"Do you want to stay married to him?" I ask firmly.
"More than anything, Sir." Deb replies.
"Do you fuck other men?" I ask neutrally.
"No, Sir." Deb answers meekly, it is easy to tell she is lying, and trying to get away with it.
I wail on her ass, ten hard strokes, a level I would call 7's. She practically screams with every blow.
"I warned you about lying to me. That has earned you a whipping later. I can do this all night. You will tell me the truth, and you will tell Joe the truth, no matter how embarrassing, no matter how sordid or dirty. Do you understand?"
