In That Moment 1

Kneeling on the floor, the lock on m chastity device making a clicking sound as it bounced playfully off my plastic prison device, watching my beautiful wife drift in and out of consciousness as I massaged her feet with lotion I wondered what made men do what they do. And as I contemplated this I realized that it comes down to a moment. A moment is all it takes. The moment in which you decide to jump off the cliff or stay on the relative safety of the canyon's edge are the moments which define our lives.

There's the moment before something happens, the should I and what ifs, and then there's the moments after it happens when you look back and wonder why you took the road you did. And then there is the moment itself. The moment in which you make choices and decisions which bring you to where you are now and define where you will go from here.

Women live less in the moment then men and they make their decisions based on the long haul and the big picture. But men, we change by the moment. What does this have to do with me kneeling where I'm kneeling doing what I'm doing and cuckolding? It's simple, I made a decision in a moment and now, for better of worse I live with it.

My wife Amber had always been fairly dominant over me. A bit strange because albeit being 10 year s younger and making much less money than me, and having only a high school education as opposed to my Master's degree and six figure salary she exuded a confidence and dominance I hadn't seen in women twice her age.

We met in of all places a Dunkin' Donuts where I would stop every morning to get my coffee before going to my job as a lawyer. Amber is 5'2" but always wears heels to make her look around 5'7". She has deep brown eyes, and long, natural dark brown hair, but one of her best features has to be her 40 EE all natural breasts. She has marvelous wide hips and thighs and wears a size 7 thong or panty but most of the time she goes without them under her extra large tight fitting dresses. She is fully shaved and loves the feeling of it when she goes without panties. In short, she is a thick thighed, wide hipped, big busted goddess and I love her.

Each morning she would greet me with a knockout smile as she served me coffee, flashing her cleavage. It seemed the more she saw me staring at her cleavage the lower her shirt was the next day and the bigger her tip was. I made it known that I was single and well off. It didn't take long before I came up with the nerve to ask her on a date and things moved fast after that. We dated for three months getting to know each other more and more. You could say we had typical new couple 'vanilla' sex during that time.

And then one night as we lay on a blanket in front of a fire in my luxurious townhouse, both of us in the afterglow of sex Amber whispered to me. "Honey I want you to tell me your deepest, darkest desires. I want to know what makes you tick. We've known each other for only a short time, but I feel as if we've been soul mates forever." With that she reached down and began slowly caressing my balls and cock. In that moment, all my defenses faded away and my inhibitions went out the window. Like a sinner confessing his sins, I closed my eyes and confessed to her. I told her all of my dirty little secrets and desires. I laid my soul bare to her as she caressed my cock and balls into full erection. The harder I became, the more I opened up and confessed and in that moment right before I was ready to cum I blurted out my deepest secret of all. I told how I had longed all my life to be dominated, cuckolded and controlled by a big breasted rubenesque woman.

Two weeks later Amber called me at work crying saying that she was being evicted from her apartment and had nowhere to stay. She was sobbing hysterically and said that she was thinking of just packing up and moving away. Although I was right in the middle of a big case, I dropped everything and rushed over to her tiny one room studio apartment. I calmed her down and told her not to worry that she could move in with me. Her tears stopped and I saw that bright beautiful smile that made my cock twitch.

Our relationship flourished after that. We became inseparable after that and the sex got even better. Six months passed and I was utterly and completely in love. One night as we sat having dinner with Amber wearing a very low cut top and no bra, the candle light accentuating her gorgeous features, she told me she wanted to talk to me about something.

"Baby, you've been great to me these past few months and I really appreciate everything you've done and I will never forget that. But I really feel like a freeloader here. I feel like you could just kick me to the curb at a moments notice and I'd be right back where I started." A tear welled up in her eye.

"Oh Amber, you know I would never do that"

"Shhh, let me finish," Amber said, wiping the tear away and clearing her throat.

"I want to know that the man I'm in love with is just as deeply in love with me as I am with him. I want to know that we share the same feelings and desires and want to continue to deepen our love. But right now I feel like some cheap piece of trash. Maybe I should just move back to the west coast with my sister and get a job there."

My heart sank. I was like a pirate watching a buried treasure slip away through his fingers only to be lost to the sea forever. In that moment I knew what I had to do. Slowly, I rose from the table, walked to Amber's chair and knelt in front of her. She patted my head like a dog's owner pats their pets head to keep him loyal. And before I knew it, the words were out of my mouth. "Marry me." I said, blurting it out and taking her hands in mine.

She leaned forward and drew my head to her breasts. "Oh baby, are you serious? Are you sure? I mean I don't want you to think I'm threatening you or trying to trap you. I want you to be 100% sure this is what you want." In that moment, with my head buried against her magnificent breasts the scent of Calvin Klein's Obsession, her favorite perfume, wafting into my nostrils I was a dead man. Hypnotized by all that's holy and sacred in the human condition, in a word I was hooked.

"No Amber, I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in this world. These past few months have been the most erotic and exciting of my life. It's as if I've found the one thing in my life that I have been missing all this time. You're beautiful, erotic, exotic, exciting, and I love you with all my heart and soul and want you to be my wife."

She took my face in her hands and gently kissed me on the lips, her tongue probing my mouth finding mine. She stood and led me to the bedroom where we enjoyed the best night of sex I've ever had. As we lay there with moonlight streaming through the window, the shadows dancing off her gorgeous body, she asked me about a ring. I promised I would have a special surprise tomorrow night for her at dinner.

The next night at dinner, I again knelt by my lovely wife to be and presented her with a tiny aqua colored box. Again tears welled in her eyes as she took the box from my hand and looked deep into my eyes. She was stunning in her black, low scooped neck dress with her breasts cascading out the top and her gorgeous tan legs and thighs, smooth and sexy enticing me. She took the box from me and unwrapped the tiny white ribbon, opened the box to reveal a 3 carat princess shaped Tiffany diamond that had set me back almost fifty thousand dollars.

"Amber, my love," I said, taking her hands in mine. "I want you to be my wife. To share in my love and my life, I want you to be the only woman in my life forever and ever. Please marry me."

In that moment our fate was sealed. Amber cried, hugged me and accepted my engagement ring. As we sat enjoying a glass of champagne she went to the other room and came back with some papers. It was a pre-nuptial agreement. She told me that she wanted our life together to be perfect and that she was prepared to make it so. She said that after the night I had made my wild confession to her she had been giving it a lot of thought and wanted our life together to be perfect for both of us and make sure that we both got what we wanted.

She told me she'd marry me on three conditions which were as she read from the paper the following:

1.We were to stay married for better or worse forever. Which meant that if I divorced her I would forfeit all past, present, and future marital assets to her completely. This would virtually leave me penniless and homeless for the rest of my life.

2.She would be in charge of all marital decisions period. This would include how the marital assets were spent, where we went, what we did, who we associated with, right down to what I wore and where I worked.

3.I would remain faithful to her, but she on the other hand was free to pursue other relationships outside the marriage.

She slid the paper across the table and I read it in my most lawyerly fashion. The language of the agreement was clear, concise and in all aspects a legal binding document. As I read the agreement, Amber stood up and walked behind me and stood there, her perfume strong on my olfactory senses posing an almost hypnotic air. Her long fingernails began caressing my neck and shoulders sending shivers down my spine.

"Baby, I know this is what you want. What you need. What we both need. Our lives could change dramatically and we can both be partners from now till eternity. I know what you want and need and I can provide it. And you know what I want and need and you can provide it. We're a perfect match for each other. I feel like I was sent to you knowing your needs, and I know that I was sent to fulfill that need." Her hands were rubbing my shoulders now making her way down towards my nipples, and as soon as she reached beneath my shirt and I felt her nail drag across my nipples shock waves raced up and down my spine even more.

In that moment ever rational, sane, logical thought, feeling and emotion left my body. It was as if I was in a trance and under her spell. Before I knew it she has slipped a pen into my quivering hand and I signed the agreement. That was it, my fate was sealed, and our fate was sealed.

Things progressed quickly after a fancy wedding and whirlwind honeymoon cruise to Europe. Once back at home, Amber asserted her dominance over me more and more on a daily basis. I became the de facto housewife, maid, cook, breadwinner in the household. I would spend my days at the law practice supervising a cadre of underlings and making high powered decisions only to come home and have all that responsibility taken away by Amber.

I was always provided with a list when I walked in the door if Amber wasn't home which most of the time she wasn't. I would be instructed to change into my 'outfit' as Amber liked to call it which was not the typical French maid's outfit that everyone somehow associates submissive men wearing. Amber however, thinks as I do that that particular outfit is so cliché it's not even funny. So Amber came up with what we believe is the perfect outfit that is workable and yet shows my position. I am totally shaved from head to toe at Amber's insistence. My outfit consists of my CB3000 chastity device always being in place, a short denim mini skirt that is so short it shows the tip of my chastity device, a pair of plain, flat soled cheap white sneakers, and a pink tie dye t-shirt that says 'cuckolded...and loving it' across the front in big bold letters.

The outfit is comfortable enough for me to do all my chores in and at the same time there is never any doubt in anyone's mind that Amber is in charge. Sometimes when she's in a very playful mood Amber will do variations on the theme. A dog collar and leash have been added at times as I lick her pussy, earrings and lipstick on other occasions, and if she's feeling very cruel I'm forced into six inch high heels which kill my feet! But it's all about Amber and what she wants.

Most nights upon returning home and changing into my outfit, reading my list, and completing all my chores, I start dinner and have it on the table at precisely 7:30 whether Amber was home or not. Some nights she would be there and others I would sit at the long, candlelit table alone and eat dinner by myself. Nights when Amber did come home, she would regale me with the details of her day.

Sometimes it would about her shopping trips or visits to friends and other times it would be about trysts with her lovers. Oh yes, I forgot to mention Amber has taken on a lover since about a week after we returned from our honeymoon. His name is Jonathan and although I've never met him, I feel as if I know him intimately. I do his laundry, clean his condo, run his errands, wash his car and motorcycle, oh yes and most importantly clean his cum from Amber's pussy, but have yet to see his face or meet him. Amber thinks its best that way. She says keeping him in the dark in the background will only add to his mystery and lead to more excitement for me. I guess she's right.

The other night after dinner as I knelt between Amber's legs licking her pussy while she at my freshly made crème brulee she raved about he day with Jonathon.

`"Baby, we had so much fun today. I know that it makes you hard inside your little cage when I talk about Jonathan and the things that he does to me. After our trip to the mall today where I bought some pretty hot outfits at Victoria's Secret which I might model for you later if you're a good boy, we went to his place and oh my God did we have fun! His cock is so big that it does take some getting used to but once I'm nice and wet for him he fills me up so nicely. Oh and baby when he cums, he cums buckets! Well it least if feels like he cums buckets, does it taste like that much?"

"Mmmph" was all I could mutter from beneath the table; my tongue buried deep in her pussy, scooping out Jonathan's cum and loving both had it made her feel and how it made me feel.

She went on. "You know today he put me on all fours and fucked me silly while he put little lead weights hanging off my nipples and it was incredibly erotic!"

His salty cum mixed with her juices rolled down my throat as I slaved savagely to get it all out of her, knowing it would bring her to another orgasm. My tiny cock strained against its cage begging for release and relief of some kind. All I knew was that my freedom and eventual release was all in her hands and at this point in my mouth.

"Jonathan told me that he is going to have surveillance cameras installed in his apartment so that when you go over there clean and do your chores he and I can keep an eye on you. He doesn't want you snooping around in places you're not supposed to be and that way he and I can keep an eye on you and make sure you're doing all your chores. Isn't that wickedly sinful of him?"

"MMMPH" my muffled cries were growing louder as I could hear her approaching orgasm and in that moment as she wrapped those beautiful thunder thighs around my head and exploded in orgasm, I once again would've done anything for her.

Later that night after all the rest of my chores had been complete and Amber had taken a bath and was relaxing on the couch, she rang a little brass bell she kept next to her at all times in the house. The bell was my signal to drop whatever I was doing and come to her immediately. The moment I heard the bell I put down the laundry I was folding and scampered to the living room to find Amber sitting regally in her big armchair. She wore black, sheer, see through camisole and as I entered the room her beauty took my breath away. She told me to strip, and pointed to the floor for me to kneel. My clothes were off in a flash and I knelt with my legs splayed apart in front of her, naked save for my chastity device. Amber instructed me to put my hands behind my back and then she began to slowly play with my balls with her perfectly manicured toes. My cock was bursting in the cage; aching for release that I knew only she could give me.

"Do you like it when I relay my day's activities with Jonathan baby?" Amber grinned a wicked grin and I immediately got harder.

"Oh yes Amber. You know I love to hear your stories. I love knowing hearing about anything that makes you happy." Oh how I wanted to cum. On nights like this she would sometimes torment me for hours this way before finally allowing me to cum in some demeaning and humiliating way which I never knew until it happened. I might be allowed to cum on her feet and lick it off. Or sometimes she would straddle me and barely let her pussy slide down over my cock leaving me bouncing around trying to reach into her farther. And other times if she was in a particularly cruel mood she would break out her special concoction as she called it. It consisted of Absorbine JR and vitamin E mixed together which she would then rub on my cock and balls. The sensations were absolutely intense. She would then spend the longest time edging me; bringing me to the brink of orgasm and stopping again and again and finally when she knew I could take it no longer; when she knew I was at the end of my rope and ready to explode she would stroke my cock incredibly fast and just as I was going to shoot she would let go of it and laugh. My cock would jerk and twitch as the cum tried to shoot forth however without any help from Amber I would lay there humping the air in what she would call a 'ruined orgasm.'

But they were the things I longed for. It was total surrender and total control that I gave and she took. It was a release from the pressures of my everyday life. There was no pressure to make decisions and have to worry about the consequences of those decisions. And in my business, the consequences of me making a right or a wrong decision can run into the millions. That's how this was so liberating. I no longer had to worry about any of that. I happily gave total control over to Amber and she took it willingly and enjoyed it. I was her toy, her pet, her instrument to be used and played as she saw fit.

Kneeling there as she bounced my balls up and down on her foot I was growing increasingly horny for I hadn't had an orgasm in two full weeks. Amber and I have almost what you could call a telepathy were all we need to do is share a look with each other and the other person knows what we're thinking. With an evil grin she reached down to her other ankle and took the key to my device from her anklet that read 'Hot Wife' engraved on it.

"Does my little man bride want to cum?" Amber asked me teasingly.

"Oh God yes!" I shouted.

"How long has it been?"

"Two weeks. Two weeks yesterday." I rattled off like one of my minions at the law firm does when I bark out an order or request. Ah if only they could see me now!

"Oh my poor, poor baby has it really been that long?"

"Yes Amber and I'm dying to cum, please let me cum!!"

"She took the key and unlocked the lock and then gently slid the clear plastic tube off my cock. Then she gently removed the plastic ring from around my balls. My cock was finally free! The feeling of cool air circulated around my cock and balls and my cock twitched up and down with each beat of my heart. Amber instructed me to lay on my back on the day bed that I sometimes slept on in the living room if she felt like sleeping by herself. I lay there with my legs spread as she pulled on a pair of latex gloves and I knew what was coming. She pulled a small bottle out of the drawer next to the day bed and emptied a portion of her special concoction into the palm of her hand.

She began rubbing it all over my cock and balls and the sensation alone almost made me shoot. The burning of the Absorbine JR mixed with the cooling of the Vitamin E provided an intense pain pleasure sensation the likes of which I have never felt.

"You know I told Jonathan today that I did these kinds of things to you and he laughed and couldn't believe it. He wanted to know what kind of a man, especially a high powered lawyer would let his wife do the kinds of things I do to you? Well, I told him that you don't 'let' me do anything that I do what I want and you crave it. Isn't that right pumpkin?" Amber was stroking my cock faster now, massaging my balls with her other hand and as she did so while she relished in the fact that she told Jonathan all this, her tits bounced up and down inside the sheer camisole and drove me wilder and wilder as I went.