Part 5 - Suprise!

He thought it was her.

Everything felt the same.

The room was quiet. Lit low. Ritualistic.

He entered alone and followed the process without instruction.

Naked.

Collared.

Cuffed behind his back.

The blindfold over his eyes.

Headphones muting the world.

He slid the prostate toy inside himself with practiced precision.

His cock swelled behind the snug, plastic cage as the toy began to pulse--deep, slow, rhythmic rotations.

He relaxed into it.

This was how it had started before.

He thought it was starting again.

He was wrong.

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The headphones came off.

Silence.

Then--her touch.

Just a light graze of her fingers on his shoulder.

He smiled faintly behind the blindfold.

She was here.

Then--

CRACK. CRACK.

Two fast, punishing strikes across his ass.

He gasped.

The tawse--not the crop.

Thicker. Heavier. Harsher.

She didn't give him time to settle.

Her voice came sharp:

"Open your mouth."

The gag was shoved in hard, the strap pulled tight behind his head.

Then--

SLAP.

A brutal slap across the face.

Grounding. Commanding.

"Good."

She moved in front of him.

And even though he was blindfolded, he felt her closeness.

She applied the nipple suckers--the screw-type ones.

Twisted them tighter.

And tighter.

He moaned behind the gag as his nipples swelled under the pressure.

Then she removed them--

Fire surged through his chest as the blood rushed back.

She didn't wait.

Clamps went on next--sharp, merciless.

Followed by weights. One. Two. Three. Then more.

The pain was immediate. Deep. Anchoring.

She took the leash and clipped it to his collar.

"Bed. Now."

He obeyed.

Blindfold still on.

Wrists cuffed. Gagged. Collared.

He climbed onto the bed, face down, legs spread.

Vulnerable.

Trusting.

She straddled behind him.

Poured lube onto her fingers.

Then the black-handled dildo pressed against his entrance.

Slowly, she slid it in.

He groaned into the gag.

The dildo filled him inch by inch, then pulled out.

Again. Again.

She fucked him deliberately--opening him, loosening him.

He was already trembling by the time she stopped.

"You're ready," she whispered.

"But he's bigger."

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He felt the bed shift.

Weight. Movement.

Another presence.

Then--pressure.

Alive.

Hot.

Thicker.

He realized what it was one second before it pushed in.

A real cock.

He cried out into the gag, his body stretching, his breath torn from his chest.

Her voice, soft near his ear:

"Take it for me."

The cock drove deeper.

Pulled back.

Thrust again.

And the rhythm began.

Heavy. Full. Merciless.

He had no sight. No awareness of who. Only what.

He was being fucked.

Hard.

The leash yanked back.

The clamps on his nipples swayed painfully with each thrust.

And the tawse returned.

CRACK.

CRACK.

His ass lit up under the blows.

His moans grew wild.

And through it all--she watched.

Sprawled in the big chair.

Legs open. Vibrator pressed to her soaked clit.

She was moaning now--louder than him.

Her hand was fast between her thighs.

The sound of her wetness. Her breathing.

The way her eyes stayed locked on the scene.

CRACK. THRUST. CRACK. THRUST.

Her body arched suddenly.

Her thighs clamped together.

And she came.

Hard.

Watching him get used.

The orgasm ripped through her hips as she gasped his name and shook.

Not out of love.

Out of ownership.

Power.

The sight of him being fucked for her brought her over the edge.

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The thrusts turned brutal.

The cock slammed into him again. Again. Then--

A final groan.

And stillness.

Release.

Hot cum poured into him.

He moaned through the gag, broken and spent.

His own orgasm hit seconds later--ruined and trapped behind the cage.

He collapsed, twitching.

The cock slipped out of him.

Wet. Slick. Coated.

He could hear her walking.

Then--her voice:

"Stay still."

The blindfold came off.

His vision adjusted slowly.

She was kneeling in front of the escort.

Took his softening, dripping cock in her hand.

And opened her mouth.

She sucked him in.

Slowly.

Tongue swirling.

Lips soft, wet, deliberate.

She cleaned the shaft.

Took him deeper.

Licked the underside.

Then pulled back.

Her hand still stroking.

Her other hand between her thighs, touching herself again--watching him.

She turned her eyes to her husband.

"Your turn."

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She guided him forward on his knees.

He looked up at her.

Then opened his mouth.

Took the cock between his lips.

Tasted her saliva. The lingering cum.

He sucked slowly.

Gently.

Then deeper.

Cleaning him just as she had.

And as he did--her hand moved faster.

Watching him on his knees, swallowing what she had tasted.

Watching her husband obey.

She moaned louder.

And came again.

Legs shaking. Body drenched. Completely lost in the power of the moment.

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The escort left without a word.

She crawled into bed behind her husband.

Unclipped the leash.

Removed the clamps gently, massaging his raw skin.

Uncaged him.

Uncuffed him.

And pulled the blanket over both of them.

She wrapped around him, held him tightly, and whispered:

"You did everything I needed."

He turned his face into her chest, exhausted, shaking, fulfilled.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I know," she said softly, stroking his hair.

And in that warmth, that silence, there was no confusion.

Only clarity.

He was hers.

And she had never wanted him more.