Husband in Training

Part 2: Conditioning Begins

Later that afternoon, while Heather was getting ready for happy hour, her phone buzzed with a message from Amber.

Amber: "You wearing something tight tonight? Let him imagine the attention you're getting. Make sure he knows you're the hottest one at the bar."

Heather: "Emerald green dress -- it's definitely tight. Open-toe nude high heels too. You think that'll drive him crazy enough?"

Amber: "Perfect. Let him stew while you're out there glowing. Then when you get home, put him on his knees and remind him who he belongs to."

Heather: "Mmm I love that. He'll be locked and ready. I'll keep you posted."

Amber: "Good. And this isn't just about teasing -- it's Pavlovian. You're creating associations. He hears about other men desiring you, sees you dressed up and looking hot, and his brain starts linking jealousy and arousal with submission and denial. Every compliment you repeat, every glance you describe -- it becomes a trigger."

Heather: "Fuck...that's so hot -- I love it. ANd you're right, it's not just hot, it's conditioning. Psychological and strategic...I'm starting to get a little wet just thinking about all of this."

Amber: "Exactly..and as you should! This is how you get what you really want." 😈

Amber: "The way he looks at you when you get back from nights like this? He's being rewired and he doesn't even realize how deep it's going. Just reinforce it a little more each time. Praise him for being obedient, make him desperate, and don't let him cum unless it's on your terms. The more desperate he is, the more malleable he becomes."

Amber: "UGH, that's so hot. You're like an evil genius 😂 I'll let you know how it all pans out."

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Art paced nervously in the bedroom, the faint click of his wrist cuffs brushing against his thigh cuffs as he walked. It was late evening -- the house was dim and quiet, and the dogs were asleep. Earlier that day, Heather had left for happy hour with a few friends -- just a casual girls' night out -- but not before telling Art to be ready for her return when she texted him from the bar. She wanted him naked, wearing his wrist and thigh cuffs (and chastity cage of course), and waiting in their bedroom.

His phone buzzed. A message from Heather lit up the screen...and his chastity cage tightened just a tinge.

Heather: "The girls said I looked hot tonight with my emerald green dress, heels, and my hair down -- they couldn't stop complimenting me. And it seems like some men at the bar agreed 😉"

Art gulped as he read it. Then, a second message followed.

Heather: "Don't worry, pet. I was polite. But it was flattering. I'll tell you all about it when I get home. I'm leaving soon -- be ready for me."

Art felt his cock stir in the cage. The idea of Heather dressed up, confident and glowing under attention from others--it excited him. He sat back on the edge of the bed, mind racing.

Now, the anticipation was getting to him. He put his cuffs on slowly and carefully. The collar sat on the nightstand beside him. He hadn't put it on yet -- Heather preferred to do that herself. It was her ritual.

He heard the front door click as Heatherla entered the house. She greeted the dogs and took them out to go potty before letting them in and heading back to the bedroom.

Footsteps. Then Heather's voice, humming softly as she moved through the house. He kneeled down and straightened his posture on the rug near the foot of the bed, back straight.

Heather opened the door a moment later, radiant. The tight emerald dress hugged her curves perfectly. Her legs looked long and toned, and her glossy nude heels flattered her figure even further. Her brown hair was down in loose waves, her makeup flawless, and her eyes bright.

"There you are, pet," she said softly, stepping inside and shutting the door behind her. She leaned down and caressed his chin and then cheek with her pretty finger nails before kissing him gently. "I had a very...stimulating night."

"Would you light an incense and get some toys out for us, pet?" She asked.

"Of course, Mistress." He replied.

"Good -- then return to your kneeling position." She shot back.

She went into the bathroom to freshen up. Art obeyed, lighting an earthy tobacco scented incense, one of their favorites, and fetching their box of sex toys. He returned to his kneeling position, listening for any hits at when she would return.

She emerged holding her nude high heels in her hands. After cleaning them both, she slipped them back on her feet with practiced grace.

"I want to try something new tonight," she said, voice sultry, walking back over and grabbing Art's collar and leash before sitting on the small bench at the foot of the bed. She crossed one leg over the other.

"Crawl over here, pet."

Art felt his chastity cage tighten as he obeyed.

Heather slipped the collar around his neck, fastening it snugly. The leash gently dangled as Heather let it rest against her thigh. Then she fastened his wrist cuffs to his thigh cuffs so he didn't have free use of his hands -- just how she liked him in moments like this.

"Kiss my feet. Show them the respect they deserve," she gently commanded.

Art kissed her toes through her heels, up to the arch and the heels' ankle strap. Heather let out a relaxed sigh, clearly enjoying it.

"Good pet. Now, sit up and look at me -- and stick out your tongue," she commanded. He obeyed, pulling back and looking up at her, into her beautiful brown eyes.

She wiped one of the freshly cleaned soles of her high heel over his tongue, dragging it across. "Clean them, pet. Taste where I've been as I tell you about my evening."

As she slowly dragged the sole of her high heel over his tongue, she spoke gently, "You should've seen how the men stared at me tonight. One told me I looked like I belonged in a magazine while I was ordering my first drink. I caught one sneaking a look at my ass as we walked to our table. Then, another came up and tried to buy me a drink. Told me I was the most beautiful woman in the place."

Art groaned softly.

"Don't worry pet, I didn't accept it -- I told him I was flattered, but that I was happily married," she responded as Art let out another hum while she continued wiping the soles of her heels over his tongue.

She giggled. "You poor thing. While other men dream about having me...you're locked up, licking my heels clean -- such a pathetic, desperate pet."

"Fuck," Art thought as his cock cage became so tight, it felt like it might burst.

"That's enough baby -- you did such a good job polishing my heels for me," she cooed as she leaned close and pulled him towards her with the leash before giving his lips a seductive teasing lick with her tongue, dragging it up from the bottom of his mouth and over his partially closed lips.

"Ohhhhhhh...thank you Mistress," he replied meekly. Heather didn't usually call him "baby" while they played like this, usually just "pet."

But she knew how weak she was making him and her choice to use both today was intentional.

Following Amber's guidance, she was subtly working to blend how she talked to him in and outside of the bedroom -- to further build his submission to her in all aspects of their lives. But, it had to be done delicately, she thought.

She removed her heels and let them drop beside her. Getting on her knees in front of Art, she dragged her nails slowly down his chest to his cock cage, tapping her nails over the hard plastic, making a clicking sound which she knew drove him wild. She bent down further to give him a soft, slow kiss on the top of the device, sticking her pretty ass in the air behind her, which she knew would capture his attention.

He groaned desperately in response.

"Mmm... you've been locked for a while, haven't you? And I know you're dying for some attention." Her voice lowered. "Would you like me to take your cage off, pet?"

"Yes, Mistress," Art said quickly, eyes wide and pleading.

"Hmmm...maybe," she said, playfully brushing her nails along his cock cage again. "You might earn that privilege. But for now, let me tell you more about tonight."

She stood up and turned around in front of him -- her emerald dress hugging her curves on full display right in front of his face.

"Would you like to give my ass some kisses, pet?"

"Yes please, Mistress," he replied.

"Good. Only over my dress for now."

As he gently kissed her ass she ran her nails on his scalp, neck, and upper back. Art saw her hands move towards her gorgeous hips and then down to her ass. He watched her pretty nails and her sparking wedding rings as her fingers gently spread her ass cheeks apart.

"Sniff."

"Ohhhhhhh...." Art moaned as he obeyed.

"Good pet...sniff again," she cooed as she laughed to herself, enjoying how easily she could reduce Art to a weak, desperate mess just with her curves and scent.

"Kiss again pet," she said, spreading her ass cheeks once more. "In the bathroom at the bar..." she said, whispering, "...I saw a woman sucking a man's cock. Baby...it was massive...sniff."

He inhaled her scent, his cock feeling some pain now as it tried to grow and push beyond the bounds of its small prison. As he sniffed her, his mind became hazier and hazier, and he felt woozy as he could tell he was dropping into subspace.

She moved to the bed and gingerly patted the spot next to her. "Come here."

He joined her, and she continued to run her nails over his chest, stomach, thighs, and caged cock as she sat beside him. His cock was feeling almost impossibly tight inside its cage now -- creating a slow, throbbing, desperate, pain.

He was so aroused he couldn't think straight, and let out a desperate moan.

She giggled at his reaction. "Seeing that huge cock made me so wet, baby. They didn't see me, so I just stood there just watching for a minute. All I could think about was how full I'd feel if I took a cock that size. How that kind of cock would stretch me out just right."

"Mhmmm..." was all Art could muster in response as he squirmed in his cuffs and his cock continued throbbing in its cage.

She turned to face him directly, hiking up her dress and straddling his lap as she ran her fingers and pretty nails over his lips, "It's almost all I could think about for the rest of the evening...my girlfriends were talking to me, but I was so distracted thinking about big cocks."

"I felt my pussy getting so wet -- I had to leave early and come home so I could see you and tell you all about it. Do you like that, pet?"

"Ohhhh, very much, Mistress," he mumbled back.

"Tell me what you like about it, specifically," she said, her voice dripping with desire as she started to rock her hips back and forth, rhythmically teasing his locked cock under her.

He could feel her wetness on his cage through her panties.

"I like how gorgeous you look, how you got so much attention, and how much you enjoyed yourself -- you deserve it, Mistress."

"Mmmm, good answer pet...but what else, what else did you enjoy hearing about? We both know what you want to admit to me...so do it."

She moved off his lap and sat next to him again.

"Uhhhhh..." he groaned as she waited patiently, holding his locked cock in one hand and running her nails over it with the other. She watched his face intently.

"You can tell me baby...I know you want to. I saw how much your cock grew in its little cage when I mentioned it," she said, with a sly, mischievous look on her face.

"I liked you telling me about seeing...the big cock...how much it excited you...and that it made you want to come home to me," he admitted blushing, through nearly choked words.

"Fuck, I like that so much, pet. Thank you for telling me -- it makes me happy. Does it make you want a taste of release?" She asked, tapping her pretty nails against his cock cage, making the clicking sound again that she knew had become a trigger for him.

His cock was so swollen in its cage -- it looked like it might burst.

"Yes, Mistress..." he offered meekly.

"Stand up and face me." She commanded softly.

After he rose and got into position, she leaned forward and gave him a slow, teasing kiss through the cage. Her lips traced the contours and pressed gently around the cage, her breath warm. Art trembled.

She paused, then smiled up at him. "Imagine that woman, kneeling down in that bathroom, wrapping her lips around a nice, thick cock. Bigger than yours...so much bigger. And I couldn't stop thinking about how good it must have felt in her mouth."

"It made me so wet, baby," she confessed.

She slowly kissed the cage again.

"But you? You're locked up...kept nice and small. You're here at home waiting for me -- serving, aching, doing what you're told. That's what I like best...it excites me even more than a big cock." She licked his cock through the cage again as Art moaned in response to her words.

Quickly, she got up and walked across the room to her purse, opening it to retrieve Art's chastity key. While she walked back over, she grabbed their cock sleeve toy and sat in front of him again, looking up into his eyes as she took his locked cock in her hands.

"Would you like me to free your little cock, pet?" She said, playfully.

"So badly, Mistress. Please! It's so fucking tight in the cage," Art pleaded.

Giggling, she pushed the key in and twisted the lock open. His cock immediately sprang to life, growing to its full length and thickness. She didn't even have time to get the chastity cage's base ring off. Oh well, she thought, it'll just serve as a nice cock ring...and besides, he's getting re-locked immediately after we're done.

"Such a pretty cock, pet...it's so nice....if only it was a bit bigger," she teased, running her nails over his cock.

"Fuck..." Art cried out desperately in response.

"The cock I saw at the bar was....like this," she said, as she used her hands around his cock to show the size difference. "Now that's a cock that's fun to suck...it would completely fill up my mouth."

"Oh my god..." Art muttered.

She ran her tongue lightly over his cock. "But this cock...it only deserves caged blowjobs. Isn't that right, pet?" She asked, as she gave it a light, gentle kiss on the head.

"Ugh -- yes mistress." He replied, in pure teasing bliss.

"Apologize to me for having a small cock," She said, feeling the wetness under her dress, between her thighs grow.

"Fuuucckkkkkkkk.." he moaned.

"Do it, pet...you know you like obeying me," she said as she continued teasing his cock, clearly enjoying her control and humiliating words.

She noticed that Art's resistance to her commands was waning each time they played like this. His will to push back was shrinking by the day it seemed -- and she could tell he loved it...he just needed her to keep pushing him to admit these things to her. She was forcing him to speak them into reality, she thought, getting wetter at the idea.

"I'm sorry for having a small cock, Mistress." He replied, as if revealing something he knew he wanted to tell her.

"That's a good pet," she said, as she took his cock fully in her mouth. She took it all quite easily. "See pet, it barely fills me up -- it's clear that I need more...I need a bigger one to enjoy in my mouth. Don't you agree?" She wondered rhetorically.

"Ohhhhhh.....yes, Mistress," he groaned. She hadn't taken his cock in her mouth fully like this in a long time...several weeks at least.

She took out the cock sleeve and held it up next to his cock. "The big cock I saw at the bar wasn't quite this large...but it was still much bigger than you," she cooed.

Spitting in her hand, she started stroking his cock -- was gently pulsating in her hand.

She slid the sleeve on his cock. The thick material enveloped him, exaggerating his size, and numbing most of the feeling.

She loved the sleeve. It filled her up in ways Art could never, but it was also a reminder, a tool to reinforce his submission to her.

"Back on your knees, pet." She commanded. He knelt. She turned and presented her ass. "You know what to do."

Art leaned in, sniffing deeply between her cheeks. Her scent and arousal somehow made his already rock-hard cock even stiffer in the sleeve.

"That's right baby...that's where pets with little cocks like you belong." she cooed. "I love these cuffs. No hands, just your face. Worship me."

He kissed and sniffed reverently.

Then, she turned and looked him over, commanding: "Now get on the bed."

Art climbed up. She stroked his cock through the large sleeve.

"Mmm...look at this. So much bigger than your little cock. It almost feels real." She gripped it more firmly, watching his reactions. "You like this, don't you? Being big...just for me. But knowing it's fake makes it even hotter."

"Remind me pet, how big is this sleeve?," She wondered. Even though she knew the answer, making him tell her its size both turned her on and reinforced his submissiveness to her.

"Eight inches long and six inches thick, Mistress," he replied.

"Mmmmm that's quite a cock...and what about yours baby?" she asked, in her faux innocent voice, looking up at him with mischievous eyes that revealed what her voice didn't -- an intent to humiliate him further.

"Just under six inches, Mistress and just under five in thickness," he replied.

She teased him more, running her hand down the sleeve softly, lightly tapping his balls.

"Not even six inches..." she said before squeezed his cock in the sleeve, grasping it firmly so he could feel her grip, "That's pretty small, isn't it, pet? And I deserve a cock that can fill me up and make me feel amazing, don't I?

"Ohhhh.."

Heather knew it was time to push further -- to softly break down his resistance further.

"I'm imagining it's the one I saw earlier. Thick, long, something that can really fill me up," she purred.

She leaned in closer to him as she continued gripping his cock in the sleeve, stroking it up and down slowly. "You have to tell me, baby -- answer me, now," she whispered in her ear seductively.

"Ohhhhh...Yes, Mistress, it's small -- and you deserve a big cock that makes you feel amazing," Art faltered as he felt himself grow weaker in response to her seduction.

She produced a bottle of lube and drizzled it all over the sleeve, before climbing on top of him, straddling him slowly, easing the thick cock inside her. Her breath caught.

"Oh fuck...yes...this stretch. This fullness. It's like I'm being filled with that big cock from the bar."

She began to ride him, slow at first, grinding her hips, savoring every inch.

"You're watching me, baby. Just like you should. Helpless underneath me, giving me what I deserve, even if it's not really you."

Art gasped, his eyes locked on her as she moved above him, "Yes Mistress, I want to give you what you deserve."

Her pretty nails fingered his mouth gently. "Open your pretty mouth, pet," she commanded softly before letting some of her spit drip gently, right into his mouth.

"Good..now swallow for me," she whispered. As he obeyed, she sat on the cock even more, taking it deeper into her wetness.

"Fuck -- yes, pet! It feels so good," she moaned. "So right. And you...just look at you. Cuffed, denied, obedient. Right where I want you -- right where you belong." Her words kept him in the submissive hazy subspace.

Her movements grew faster, more desperate, chasing her orgasm.

"You try so hard...and you love me so well. My sweet, loyal pet. But, I deserve more -- I deserve a cock that can stretch me out. Tell me pet," she said, her last words breathless as she got even closer to orgasm.

"You deserve a big cock that stretches you out and fills you up, Mistress!" Art huffed, feeling frustration flow through his body as the lack of sensation in his cock began to set in even further.

"YES!" She cried out, hips bucking as her orgasm tore through her. She clenched around the sleeve, collapsing onto his chest, panting.