She said I would stand where only she could see me and I would keep our cock hard while she video-chatted online with her dominatrix friend. I would stand naked in the kitchen while she watched me. I would be a distraction for her - peripheral entertainment while she talked with Karin.
It wasn't my idea. It was her fantasy, but I was getting turned on by it. She liked to watch me stroke my cock and I finally had to admit, I liked to be watched. There is something deeply humiliating about an adult male jacking himself off in front of a fully clothed, vaguely interested, tolerant woman. It's degrading and it made my cock stiff just thinking about it.
She started calling it 'our' cock since we both exercised control over it. She said it made her horny to see me almost cum. Almost, because I wasn't allowed to do that without permission. Imagine. I had to beg to cum and even then, there was no guarantee. She said I was too arrogant for a sub and that denial was an effective learning tool.
I don't think I could cum without permission anymore anyway, even if I was allowed. I'm too used to thinking about an orgasm as a reward now, something outside of my control, something earned, not an inherent right.
But she still wanted me to try. She liked looking at me trying to please her. She liked listening to me moan when I was abruptly ordered to stop. She said it aroused her when I did what I was told, especially when I didn't want to.
If I couldn't stop in time, couldn't get my animal response under control before I disgraced myself in front of her, that meant I was disobedient and disobedience was punished. Sometimes, no matter how much I tried, I had to be punished for failing to stop in time.
It was clear today that I was going to be used as a means to an end but I didn't know where else it would go. She told me I didn't need to know.
When she talked with Karin I would be allowed to hear the conversation. But Karin and I would not see one another. I would not be allowed to speak at all. She said Karin wouldn't know I was there. We would not communicate, period. Ok. I got it. Who was she trying to convince?
They would probably discuss me at least some of the time. Maybe I wouldn't be the main topic, just one interesting item among others, like what did they do last night? What restaurants catered to them? What techniques seem to work best with their subs? What plans did they have for the evening?
She would tell Karin how she was training me. Karin had her own pet cock, a guy like me who wanted to be dominated. They had already traded naked pictures of us in compromising positions. Now they would want to compare notes on what worked and what didn't.
I was there to keep her amused by edging myself in front of her while she talked to her buddy about the best ways to train their pet men.
Only she would be able to watch me perform for her. I would be the visual background to her conversation with Karin, a side-show for her voyeristic entertainment.
Would she decide to show me to her friend? All she had to do was reverse the camera on the iPad and I would be on display for Karin. Naked, legs spread, hips shoved forward, grunting and stroking my erection, unmasked as my wife's sub-slut. Not that Karin would be shocked.
She said she would not put me on display, but we both knew she could. I liked knowing she could change her mind anytime. I was resigned to accept any decision she made.
Not being in control meant trusting her. If she wanted to share me with Karin, I trusted her to make that decision for me. I would do what she told me to do with no reluctance.
The iPad chimed. It was Karin. She made the usual small talk and gestured for me to take my clothes off. I stripped and stood across the room where I thought she wanted me. She gave me a brief thumbs up then pointed at my cock and made a dismissive jacking-off gesture with her hand while she continued chatting with Karin.
Under the bright LED kitchen lights I spread my legs and began playing with my half-erect cock. She didn't watch me. She didn't leer or become preoccupied with me jerking off for her. In fact she barely acknowledged me at all, but indicated with a flip of her wrist that she expected me to continue.
I closed my eyes and pumped my cock until it was stiff and tingling. In my mind she and Karin took turns pegging me. One pegged me while the other used my tongue. I could sense the impending orgasm, then it all just stopped!
When I opened my eyes she was standing in front of me. She seized my balls and held me immobile with one hand.
"No! I'll tell you if you can cum! You're not allowed otherwise. Just keep fucking your hand for me." Her eyes shone with the pride and pleasure of a woman exercising her dominance.
She let go of me and walked slowly back to her seat, making sure I had a good look at her shapley ass undulating away from me before she sat in front of her screen again. I began stroking my cock slowly, making it last. She liked to watch her sub maintain a hard-on for her. I sped and relaxed my stroke rate according to her hand gestures.
I saw her frown, thinking. My breathing became shallow, my cock became more rigid. I knew she was deciding if she should share me with Karin.
I had to remind myself that it simply wasn't my decision. She would use me as she saw fit. She allowed me to stroke my cock a little faster. My breath came in shallow gasps. I started grunting softly, unconsciously. She chatted casually with her friend.
"Yeah he knows he's a sub but he fights it. Unfortunately for him it's difficult to get that hard when you're being dominated and not admit you're a sub." She glanced at me, so close to jerking myself off. "No! Not allowed! Stop now! You have permission to stay hard, not to cum."
"Sorry, I had to stop him. Yeah, almost, but I caught him in time. I know, huh? You can't take your eyes off them for a second. So needy. He thinks he has to be the center of my attention just because he's doing what he's been told." She curled her lip in revulsion. "So arrogant, so self-centred."
"Oh show him to me! Karin whined. "Don't be like that! You know you want to show him off. Just turn the screen around."
"But his cock is ready to cum. What if I put him on display and he can't cum? I mean, he's ready to lose it all any second now."
"Uggh, ... then he'll just get another hard-on in minutes, and you'll make him fuck his hand until he finally does cum. No big deal. So let me see him!"
My cock got stiffer. She looked like she might actually spin the screen around and put her edged cock-slut on display. She looked thoughtfully at me. Calculating.
"You can cum."
That was all it took. I pumped faster and felt the tingling that meant an orgasm was immanent. I began grunting, my cock spasmed. A jet of sticky white cum shot into the air at the same time as she spun the iPad screen 180 degrees. Karin squealed and giggled while my cock ejaculated another load toward her.
"Oh my god! Look at him! His rod is still pumping slut-juice everywhere. What a whore! Thank you! Very entertaining. Watching your sub cum made my afternoon."
"Hands behind you now! Let the cock twitch until it's empty, then we'll put it away till next time."
I felt drained. My legs felt weak so I sank to my knees, grateful for the respite. My cock drooled the last of its load onto the tile floor.
"Put the cum back inside."
I knew what she wanted. Under supervision, Karin watched me lick my cum off the floor. They both watched me in silence until all of the mess was gone. After a few silent seconds of contemplation Karin spoke.
"You have to let me play with him. What's the problem? I know he wants me to handle him and you know me. You trust me. I don't understand your reluctance."
"Ok. I guess there's no point in denying you access. I'm just concerned about crossing lines and respecting limits. You know? He'd do anything for you."
"What lines are we talking about? The one where I can't touch him? Or the imaginary line where you're the owner? Relax. I'm not interested in even blurring that line. He belongs to you, he's just making me horny."
"Okay I guess there's no reason," she laughed. "Why not? You want to come over?"
"Well not now. He's done. I want to come over before you make him jack off, not when he's on his knees just after he licked up his own cum. I want to help get him excited enough to do that in front of me. I think it's pretty clear he can perform, don't you?"
"I do, and frankly I'm surprised. He was so nervous that I might let you see him. I thought that boner might disappear when I spun the iPad around. But no, in fact being suddenly on display seems to have goaded him on. Or maybe he was just too far along to be curbed. Or maybe he just likes to cum for you."
"I'm coming over to your place tomorrow afternoon. We'll experiment with him to find out if he can produce under pressure. I know some tricks we can use if he can't. Sound good?"
"Sure, I'll keep it locked up till you get here. We want him needy, right?"
"Yes, don't let him touch it till I'm there. We'll see how obedient that cock can be with two of us directing it. Bye till tomorrow."
*******
She had me wait naked for Karin, on my knees with my legs spread, ball gag securely crammed into my mouth and wrists fastened behind my back, I waited to be appraised.
The doorbell rang. Female voices wafted through the hallway. I heard high heels approach. Karin walked into the room and saw me. She walked slowly around me. Thoughtful strides, that did not reveal her intention. She knew that keeping me on my knees and exposed helped drive home the difference in status. She was establishing parameters, showing me my place. My wife watched as Karin dictated the terms of our relationship in the clearest way possible, by demonstrating her dominance.
I was stunned. In all my fantasies Karin was on the receiving end of my desires. Not once had I imagined being the submissive subject of someone else's fantasy. She was using me in a fantasy of her own. The thought of being objectified to such a degree just intensified my craving.
"Stand. Hands on top of your head, arch your back, stick your ass out. Good. You are at least obedient. Let's see if you can line up with some basic expectations that will determine if you are worth training."
"Going forward, I expect your cock to harden when your wife or I walk into the room. You'll be naked so we will know if you're disobedient. And believe me, since your only route to release relies on us, you will learn to get hard when you're permitted. Your naturally submissive tendencies will be exploited and used to further enslave you. You will be property, a live, ongoing demonstration of what it means to be a man-slut, owned by women and used for their pleasure. Does that sound like what you want?
"Yes Ma'am, please Ma'am."
