Chris exhales and winces as the spikes on the inside of the choke chain pinch his neck. It's not the first time he's been on a leash for his fiancee Natasha, but it's the first time it's not just metaphorical.
"You sure that's safe?" Sebastian asks from the bed. His smirk doesn't do much in the way of concern.
"Not too safe," Natasha says flatly. As if for emphasis she tugs on the chain wrapped around her hand and jerks Chris forward. He thuds to his knees and gasps.
Natasha crouches down beside him in one fluid motion. She grabs Chris' hair and wrenches his head back. "But you like it that way, don't you?"
"Yes, mistress," Chris replies hoarsely. The side of Natasha's mouth quirks up in the semblance of a grin. She glances back at Sebastian and her grin widens even more. Every sensation of pain Natasha gives to Chris is just foreplay. Chris is at the bottom of the totem pole to speak. On the floor and in a collar it's the first time she's even considered allowing her cuck to join the play. Of course if Natasha gets bored there's always the chance it'll be another night watching Sebastian fuck her while Chris is locked up in chastity and ignored.
In the beginning Chris had insisted that Sebastian needed to be a dom. Back then they hadn't known there was a Sebastian: he was just an empty space in their lives. A bull sized space. "A bull is a dom, that's just how it is," Chris had said.
Natasha entertained Chris at first. He was the one that had brought up cuckolding after all (but to Chris' detriment it wasn't really like he had a choice).
Once upon a time Natasha had let Chris fuck her. She lay there like a good girlfriend in missionary, taking his pathetic thrusting as she made grocery lists in her head. Thank goddess for lube. Grocery lists turned into what am I going to watch on television later. It wasn't long before Natasha's mind wandered all over the place during sex: people, places, things, but most importantly the people. Soon she was imagining men with bigger dicks and washboard abs instead of Chris with his small penis, thrusting into her like an out of shape jackhammer. To Chris' detriment, it wasn't really like he had a choice.
The sex got better, but only because Natasha got better at pretending it wasn't Chris fucking her. She would have broken up with him if he wasn't such a doting boyfriend outside of the bedroom.
When Natasha came home early for work or Chris stayed late at the office she'd lay on her back on the bed like she did every night when Chris fucked her, but she started turning on porn. She imagined the muscled men with their hard dicks fucking her as she pounded a dildo into her pussy. Natasha kept that dildo hidden at the back of her closet because it was four inches longer than Chris' dick and she didn't know what she'd do if he found it. How would her doting lovely boyfriend feel if he found the plastic dick she preferred? Eventually Natasha stopped worrying about Chris' feelings though because a new thought consumed her: what would she do if Chris kept fucking her?
A good girlfriend has sex with her boyfriend. She lets him use her body to get off. Natasha should have spent more time answering the all consuming question than letting it consume her mind while she let Chris use her. It was a complete surprise that warm spring day when Chris got down on one knee and proposed. Natasha said yes. In the sunshine staring into her love's eyes Natasha wanted to say yes, but as soon as they got home Natasha realized she didn't know if she could go through with the wedding. She didn't know if she could look Chris in the eye on their wedding night and damn herself to a life of boring sex with his tiny dick. What would the honeymoon be like?
It began simply at first: Natasha brought porn into the bedroom. It was vanilla heterosexual porn. There were no frills and no chains. It was just sex, but Natasha made sure she liked the guy's dick in the video. He was eight inches and would have fit perfectly inside of her. Natasha imagined the porn actor filling her up while Chris thrust into her. With every thrust Chris failed to fill Natasha up. She was close, repeatedly close, but she couldn't orgasm. Eventually Chris gave up and pulled out to orgasm on Natasha's breasts.
The next morning after Chris left for work Natasha called in that she'd be late, returned to her bedroom, grabbed the laptop, and stripped. She rewatched the video from the night before and with the dildo longer than Chris' penis, she orgasmed within minutes. It wasn't the video. It was Chris. Natasha had known all along that lovely doting Chris and his embarrassingly small dick didn't do it for her, but the dildo was undeniable proof.
Natasha brought the dildo into their bedroom that night. She pretended she'd just bought it, faking embarrassment at asking her boyfriend to do such a kinky thing. "I want this in my pussy while you fuck me in the ass," Natasha said softly, averting her eyes. She left out that finally she'd have something big enough inside of her during sex and Chris' tiny dick wouldn't hurt her ass that much.
Chris immediately said, "yes!" Whether it was the excitement of being able to do anal or because his mind refused to register it, Chris didn't even seem to notice the size of the dildo. He should have seen the superior length when he pulled the dildo in and out of Natasha's pussy, thrusting deeper and pulling out longer than his own dick, inches above for pathetic comparison. He should have, but he didn't.
When Chris did notice, a week later, he commented a little awkwardly, "huh, this is pretty big."
"Oh, it's one of those ridiculously over sized ones. I wasn't paying attention to the size. I was so nervous being in a sex toy store I just grabbed the first one I could find," Natasha lied. In reality she'd looked up reviews online and walked up and down the aisles several times until she found the perfect dildo. She'd even asked the clerk for help, admitting sheepishly her boyfriend wasn't quite big enough to satisfy her. Natasha should have been embarrassed, but it felt amazing to finally say it out loud. Absolutely amazing. Almost as good as the dildo itself.
"Oh, okay," Chris said. He seemed to believe her, but his voice was a little deflated. Natasha didn't think it was a coincidence that Chris asked to finish inside her pussy. He hadn't even been in her pussy since they'd started using the dildo together. "I just want to feel your pussy clench around my dick when we orgasm at the same time," he said.
"Alright," Natasha allowed.
Chris went back to his jack hammer back and forth drilling with his tiny dick. He waited and waited for Natasha to orgasm, thrusting in and out slower and slower as he tried to stay on edge. Natasha considered faking an orgasm just to get him to stop already, but the same feeling that had overcome her to admit to the store clerk that Chris couldn't satisfy her made her want to let him know as well. Eventually Chris gave up and orgasmed in Natasha's pussy.
The next day Natasha was late to work again because she filled herself up with her dildo and orgasmed to the memory of Chris' face the night before. After years of being completely unsatisfied by Chris' dick, it felt amazing that he finally knew.
After that Natasha always used the dildo during sex and Chris was no longer allowed inside of her pussy. Natasha never explicitly used the words 'not allowed,' but anytime Chris asked she'd firmly say, "no, you can put it in my ass or mouth instead." It was obvious Natasha was no longer interested in her pussy being filled by Chris' dick.
On nights when Chris came home from the gym, adrenaline pounding in his system, he wasn't deterred by Natasha instructing him where to put his dick. Chris tried a second time. "I really want to-" he'd start, before Natasha cut him off.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Do you want to orgasm at all?" she snapped. The words came out harsher than intended, but it wasn't guilt she felt. Being mean made her wet. It was the first thing Natasha had done explicitly with Chris that got her wet.
"Well, yeah," Chris said softly.
"Then put your little dick inside of my ass or you're not going to at all," Natasha said. The words were out before she could take them back.
"Little?" Chris repeated, his face crumpling. "Is that what you think of my dick? Is that why you don't want me inside of you?"
"Yeah," Natasha said flatly. There were no extra words to soften the blow or ease Chris' conscience. There it was, yeah, blunt and laid bare.
"Oh," Chris said.
"Are you going to stick your dick in my ass or what?" Natasha snapped, exhilarated by the admission.
"No, I don't think I want to anymore."
"Suit yourself," Natasha said. Instead of reaching out to comfort Chris or soothe his ego she picked up the dildo and slipped it inside her pussy. The dildo went in with one fluid motion. Natasha rolled over onto her side so she wasn't facing Chris, but he'd have the perfect view of the dildo fucking in and out of her incredibly wet pussy.
