Trained: Better Husband
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Trained: Better Husband

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Chapter One

"OK little one, its time for you to stand. Roll over onto your side and then I'll help you stand up."

I try to roll over. It is complicated by the fact that by hands are connected together by chains and attached to a leather harness that is wrapped around my waist. I roll over on my side. My elbows are in the way. I have a little bit of play in the chains- just enough to use my left hand to push against the floor and assist to push myself up. I am able to get into a seated position. I pull my knees up towards my chest, and start to push against the floor as my wife and Miss Diana grab under my arms and assist me to stand up. My wife leans in and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

"Be good for Miss Diana while I'm gone. I'll see you in two weeks when I return from my vacation. I love you"

I look her in the eyes. I love her so much, and I still can't believe that she is doing this for me. I am so excited by whatever is in store for me over the next two week. "I love you too honey. I'm going to Miss you while you are away. I can't wait to see you when you're back. Have fun with your sister. And don't worry about me."

"I will Miss you too. But I won't be worrying about you. I know you are in great hands with Miss Diana"

She leans in and gives me a giant hug. I am not really able to hug her back. My wrists are still secured to my waist which only allow my hands to barely reach her sides. I slightly squeeze as my fingertip barely reach her lower back. We embrace for a while. I am so in love with her right now, that I can hardly stand it. She gives me a passionate kiss on the lips. "Goodbye sweetheart."

The chain that is attached to the collar on my neck is pulled tight, the woman I know as Miss Diana pulls on the chain and starts to pull me down a hallway. I am being led by a chain leash. I look back at my wife and smile. She waves to me and starts towards the front door. I am I feel a tug on my collar. I turn my head towards Miss Diana, as she continues to pull me down the hallway. I follow Miss Diana into her great room. This house is beautiful. This part of the house is all wood, like a log cabin. The great room has a very modern kitchen to the right, and to the left a stone fire place that extends two stories up to a cathedral ceiling, with some amazing wood beams. I am being pulled around a dining table that separates the kitchen from the living area. Behind the table I notice a French door that leads to an outdoor balcony overlooking the canyon.

Miss Diana pulls me towards the patio door and I suddenly freeze. Where are we going? Why is she pulling me towards the patio door. She laughs "Ha ha, you didn't think you would be staying inside 'MY' house for the next two weeks, did you? We are heading out to my barn. That is where your training will take place."

I am shocked. And afraid. What if someone sees me? I feel like am naked. I may not be completely naked, but I am definitely exposed. I am wearing a 3 inch wide leather compression harness around my waist, and a thick leather posture collar around my neck. I have metal shackles on my wrists and ankles. I was placed into an adult diaper, and then chains were attached to all my appendages. One long chain runs from the collar around my neck, attaches to the waist harness and my wrists, and then down to the chain that attaches to my ankle cuffs. I am restricted to small 16 inch steps.

"Lets go" Diana says as she opens the French door and pulls on my leash.

I should probably start back at the beginning. My wife and I have been married for five years. We have explored several kinky things. From light bondage, like tying each other up during sex, spanking, even her pegging me. I have always felt that I am way more freaky than she was. My wife seemed to know it as well. She would often ask me question- alway just before intercourse, when I was most turned on. These are the times that I would open up, and admit almost anything to her. It's amazing what questions you will answer when someone is stroking your cock. I eventually told her most of my darkest desires, from liking to be tied up, made to be her slave, humiliated, being degraded, enemas, piss play, golden showers, whippings, female led relationships, total domination, TPE, smothering, queening, electric play, forced play, diapers... We even talked a couple of times about how I would someday like to see a professional dominatrix. I've told her all of my kinks.

I did a lot of "research" online. Mostly getting off, but also finding videos to share with my wife. I shared lots of different videos, but most of them involved female domination, male slaves, spanking, power exchange, bondage, slave training... you get the idea.

My wife would occasionally throw me a bone and do something crazy kinky. One night she was in the shower cleaning up after a long day of working in the garden. I went in the bathroom to brush my teeth, when she invited me into the shower. Of course I jumped at the opportunity to shower with my wife. When I stepped in, she simply said "no". She grabbed the hair on the top of of my head and started to push me down "kneel". Then she simply pointed to her pussy and said "lick". Oh man, this was a dream come true. She was taking charge, and I was going to worship my queen.

After several minutes of me, on my knees, licking and worshiping my beautiful wife, she reached back and turned off the water. "I have some golden nectar for you, open up. You don't have to swallow, but it will all travel to the drain via your mouth."

I helped her empty her bladder one mouthful at a time. Fill my mouth, close it, and then spit her urine down the shower drain. Then she filled my mouth, took her hand and placed it on my cheek. In the sweeter voice she said "Close your mouth honey. Now look me in the eyes. I love you."

My wife took her hand an slid it down and under my chin. Taking her other hand, she ran her fingers through my hair. Then, soft, and as sweet as pie simply said "Swallow."

She continued holding my head. One hand gently under my chin, and other rubbing her hand through my hair. "Swallow for me. It is a fantasy of yours. It's ok babe, just swallow."

And so I did. It was intoxicating. We then moved to the bed where we had some of the most amazing, hot sex we had ever had. I let her know how much I enjoyed that evening, but that was the only time we ever did piss play.

About two months ago she approached me with what I thought was an amazing opportunity. We were eating dinner at one of our favorite joints, and she told me that her sister was planning a two week vacation for just the two of them. They were going to be heading the Caribbean, and staying in a private cabin on the beach. Her sister had married into money, and was paying for the whole excursion. They would be going on dive trips, fishing excursions, shopping, and heading to another island to gamble at a resort. The whole thing sounded like a lot of fun for her.

"So, what will you do for the two weeks that I'm away?"

I had no idea. It was the first time that this had been mentioned to me, and I didn't have anything in the works with any of my guy friends. "I guess I'll just work while you're away. Maybe Sean and I can get dinner and drinks a couple nights while your away."

She shook her head. "I have a better idea. One where I don't have to worry about you while I'm away, and you can have an experience unlike any other. I can be lounging on the beach, and you will, well, you will be entertained. You see, I met this woman Diana, who is dominatrix. She and I have had several conversations about you and your fantasies, and she think you need a strong Dominant to take charge for a few days. Do you remember that night that I was in the shower, I peed in your mouth, eventually made you swallow it?"

"Wait. What... you've talking about me... To who? What? Wait. Wait a second- what about that night?"

My head was swimming. My wife was talking to another woman about my deep dark secrets and desires.

"Oh stop it" she said with a smile. "You know women talk about everything. It's no big deal. Anyway, Diana and I were talking a few months ago, and she said to me that you would probably do anything I told you do. Even swallow my piss. I have to tell you, the idea of you swallowing my pee was a bit disgusting, so she came up with the whole shower scene you so lovely played out for me. Let me ask you a question. Did you enjoy swallowing my piss?"

Of course I did. I had told her how hot that evening was, and how much I had enjoyed it. But now she has said it was disgusting. But I found that moment so erotic. I didn't exactly like the taste of her pee, but I didn't hate it either. It wasn't like I would ask for a glass of her nectar, but if she told me I had to swallow her piss again, I would definitely do it.

"You sure are taking a long time to respond. You've talked about water sports and piss play to me before, so I'll take that as a yes. Am I correct?"

I slowly shake my head, and then quietly, like a small child I admit "yes".

"Oh, that's so wonderful! Diana is going to be so happy. And this makes me so extremely happy too. So, here's what's going to happen. You and I are going to take vacation form work at the same time. I am going to head to the Caribbean with my sister for an amazing two week vacation in the sun. And you are going to stay with Diana. She is going to take you under her wing, and explore your fantasies with you. She has so graciously volunteered to watch you, and keep you out of trouble while I'm away. She usually charges $1200 a day for her services, even more for overnight. But for us, she's going to do it for free! You've said many times before how you'd like to visit a professional dominatrix. This is your chance."

I was so confused. This came out of nowhere. Did I just hear my wife correctly? I'm not sure how to feel. She's talked about my fantasies with another woman, who is a Dom, who my wife is going to leave me with for two weeks, while she's partying with her sister. Am I being setup. Is this a good thing? Or, not? Is this too good to be true? Or am I over my head?

"I'm not sure what to say. It sounds like it could be a great opportunity. It's a bit of a dream come true. To explore my fantasies. But I want to explore my fantasies with you. Not a woman that I don't even know."

"Oh, we will honey. When I return, Diana is going to teach me everything that I need to know to be an even better wife to you. She suggests that this is the best way to learn about and explore your desires. It's just so great that I had this two week trip coming up. Diana said that normally she would only need one week with a sub, but since I have two scheduled, then she would just be able to get into your head a little more."

I noticed a sly smile cross my wife's face when she said "get into your head". I'm not sure if she is just so happy for me, or if there was more to it. I had so many thoughts going through my head. At the same I was very excited about the opportunity. I had often had fantasies about visiting a Dom, and wondered what it would be like.

Just then I felt something brush up between my legs. I started to move to my hand, to brush it away, when I realized my wife's foot was now between my legs and rubbing my cock. She got a huge smile on her face. "Wow, this has certainly gotten someone excited. Do you like the idea of being dominated, and under the control of a strong powerful woman for two whole weeks? I am so excited for you. I know this can be everything you have ever wanted and more. You are going to have an amazing time. I'm just certain of it." Her foot is moving faster up and down my cock. It feels so amazing, "So, tell me, what are you thinking right now?"

I'm blank. I don't know. What do I say?

My wife says "don't think. Just tell me the first thing that comes to your mind."

I stutter. "I, um. I. I'm so turned on right now. Not just because you are, you know, playing down there. But also because being dominated is a fantasy of mine. But I'm not sure how I feel about spending two weeks with a random person. Especially since..."

"Don't you worry about anything else. I am going to make sure you get to know Diana before I go away. I mean her and I have been friends for over a year. You will just love her. I know you will. And she's totally your type. She has blond hair and blue eyes. Here eyes are mesmerizing. She has the most beautiful smile. She has a great athletic build. And she's so funny, I mean hysterically funny. We have plans to have dinner in a few weeks so that you can meet her. Ok, take me home. I'm horny as hell and I want to re-live that piss play scene we did in the shower. But this time you're going to swallow it all."

Chapter Two

Tonight is the big night. I am finally going to meet Miss Diana. My wife decided she wanted to drive tonight. She said that I should have a couple of drinks before meeting Miss Diana. She pulls up to the front door, and sends me into the bar while she parks the car. Tells me order her a wine, and lookout for Miss Diana.

I pretty much know what Miss Diana looks like. You see, over the last week, my wife stopped talking about Miss Diana. Admittedly, I had been pestering my wife a lot. "What is she like? Where did you meet? How long have you known her? How long has been a Dom? Does she have a profile somewhere? A website? Come on, tell me what does she look like?" Oh boy, did I want to know what she looks like. On one hand, I want her to be attractive. Let's face it, fantasies involve the mind, and you would never have a fantasy about someone you are not the least bit attracted to. On the other hand, I don't want her to be so hot that cream my pants when I first meet her.

About a week ago my wife finally dug up a photo of Miss Diana from an app on her phone. "Ok, here's the deal. I'm going to show you a photo of her. Right now. You can look at it for as long as you like. No questions. You can only look. After that, there will be no more questions about her. AT ALL. None. Not one question for the next week. Not until we meet her in person. Is that a deal?"

I have so many questions, but more than anything I want to know what she looks like. "Deal. Yes, yes, you have a deal. Please show me the photo!"

"Great. Then we will shake on it!" She reaches out her hand and we actually shake on it. "Remember, no more questions about Miss Diana. None."

My wife then turns her phone towards me. There is a blond hair woman dressed in a leather corset. It's one of the photos that looks a bit cartoonish, but I can tell that she has blue eye, and short blond hair. She has a whip tossed over her shoulder, and a serious look on her face. The background has been lifted and it looks like there are green and purple lasers shooting behind her. There is text at the top of the image, and it says "Hello Ben. See you next week."

The cartoon woman is defiantly pretty. She may be the perfect amount of pretty. In other words, I don't think I'll blow my load when I meet her, but I may be at a loss for words. I look at my wife. "So you two are playing a little game with me?"

"Of course we are. But now you know who to look for when we meet at the restaurant".

I walk in the door of the restaurant. This place is swanking. Very high class. It's one of those places where you need a reservation to walk in the door. I am immediately stopped by the hostess, and she asks if I have a reservation. "I'm sorry, I don't know who's name it's under. My wife is parking the car and she has the name. It's Miss Diana something I believe."

Without even looking at her reservation tablet she says, "Oh, yes sir. I have Miss Diana with two guests. I'll note that you are here. The Bar is in that direction, and I'll direct her and your wife your way once they arrive."

Wow. This hostess is something. She seems to know her reservation list by name, without having to look anyone up. Outstanding service.

I head over to the bar, and order a Gin and Tonic for myself and a smokey Chardonnay for my wife. Then I see her....

Miss Diana looks just like her photo. She's a tall and powerful woman. She walks with purpose, and she's heading towards me. She's looking right at me. I look at the bar tender, and back at her. I smile. She reaches me, and extends her right hand to me, palm down. "Hello Ben. It's nice to meet you." I reach out to shake her hand. "You can give me a proper hello, by kissing the top of hand."

I am taken back with how forward she is. "Of course. It's very nice to meet Miss Diana." I lean down, and give her a gentle kiss on the top of her hand.

"Very good."

She looks at the bar tender, and before she can say anything he says, "The usual Miss Diana?"

"Please" is all she says. She looks back at me. "Are you going to offer me a seat?"

"Oh, yes, or course." I offer her the stool next to me. She graciously sits, and

I return to my seat next to her.

"It is really great to finally meet you. I feel like I've known you for years. And your wife is just lovely. Speaking of.." She jumps and gives my wife a huge hug "Darling, Samantha, it is so great to see you. I'm so sorry about running out on you during our lunch on Wednesday. It was an emergency with my mom. Oh, she's fine, some drama with...."

They continue talking as I realize that this woman and my wife were together on Wednesday?

Miss Diana looks at me. "Are you going to offer your loving wife here a seat?

I look at my wife. "Oh, um, sorry honey. Here, please take my seat."

She smiles at me "Thanks baby. And thanks for the drink. Smokey Chardonnay?"

I am now standing behind my wife, and Miss Diana. It's loud in the bar, and they are facing away from me. They are talking and laughing. I cannot hear what they are saying. You know how it is in these situations. Miss Diana looks back at me, and smiles. Then my wife does the same. They continue their conversations. I feel like I am purposefully being left out of the conversation. Then Miss Diana turns me and says, "go let the hostess know that I am ready for my table. Come back this way, and pick us up on the way."

I look at her and smile. I am impressed with how forward she is. It actually makes me blush a little. At the same a feel that my dick is getting hard. "Yes Ma'am." I say and turn. As soon as I get to the hostess, she looks up at and says "is Miss Diana ready to be sat?"

"Yes ma'am, she is".

"Perfect. Let's go get her, and I will take you to our private room." The hostess leads me back toward Miss Diana and my wife. I reach over to the bar to pick up my drink, but instead my wife and Miss Diana hand me their drinks to carry. "Be a dear and carry these drinks for us. You are finished with yours for now." This was a rather different, and very forward statement coming from my wife.

"Right this way, whenever you are ready Miss Diana". The hostess makes a motion with her right arm directing us around the back of the bar.

We all walk into a very lovely small private room. There is mahogany everywhere. On the far wall is a built-in with what looks like 100 bottles of wine. There is wood paneling on the other three walls. The side that we had entered has a large double opening with what appears to be pocket doors. There's a large round table in the middle of the room, with a single large wooden pedestal holding the table top. It does not look like it can be moved easily. The table looks like it could seat six people comfortably, but there are only two chairs and two place setting.

Hmmmm. I think the whole setup looks strange, as the hostess clearly knew there were three of us. Miss Diana looks at the hostess. "Thank you dear. That will be all. Please leave us, and close the door behind you. I will ring when we are in need of service."

"Very well Miss Diana. I will let the butler know you have asked for privacy." The hostess turns to leave. She reaches over and pulls the first door closed, and then before sliding the second door into place give a quick wave, a wink, and then vanishes.

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