**Warning** This fantasy story is not meant to offend anyone in open relationships, polyamorous or otherwise non-monogamous relationships.
This series will contain elements of Male Chastity, Orgasm Denial, Female Domination, Abusive Tendencies, Masculinity Degradation, Cuckolding, Female Lead Relationships, Interracial Sex, Blackmail, Emotional Sadism, Teasing, and BDSM Activities. If any of these topics are something that may upset you, please stop reading.
"Did you make sure to cut the lawn, like I asked honey?" Flora said through the phone. Jorge clutched the device as he tried to focus on his wife. His mind was elsewhere.
"I will, I mean, I did."
"One thing Jorge," she grumbled. "I just hate to think about the neighbours talking bad about us. You know I like it when the front yard looks immaculate," she continued.
Jorge cringed, pinching the bridge of his nose. She was always like this. She always cared what the neighbours had to say about her. The porn he had just been watching sat in the background on his laptop. A direct contrast to the conversation he was having about, lawn.
His eyes flickered toward the paused screen, it distracted him. He honed in on the picture. A man gagged in the woods being beaten by his mistress. His cock twitched and hardened at the sight of it. She had interrupted him in the middle of masturbating. Jorge knew she'd be out all day so he was not expecting to be interrupted. He also knew better than to ignore Flora's calls though.
Are you listening, Jorge?"
"Yes baby. I'll mow the lawn first thing in the morning, promise. Then we can go out to your favourite brunch spot so you can post pictures on instagram, okay?" Jorge offered.
"You'll take pictures of me? And you won't complain?"
That distracted her.
"I promise. Now, have fun shopping okay?"
"Alright baby. I love you."
"Love you too." Jorge hung up.
Jorge unpaused the video and took hold of his dick once again. He was hypnotised as he watched the man get beat. Over and over again the branch slammed across his ass. It brought a certain peace over Jorge. He could barely remember the last time he got off to something vanilla.
His ass was stinging red by this point in the video. Jorge gripped his cock like it was giving him breath. He sometimes considered he had a problem-- with the amount he masturbated. But, he usually concluded that it wasn't harming anyone. It wasn't as if Jorge did drugs, he didn't smoke, he drank like any regular American but he surely didn't have an issue with alcohol. No, his vice didn't hurt a soul. In fact, no one in his life had picked up on his paraphilias.
He was good at being a husband, good at his job, he kept it together.
The man on the screen was in sheer agony. It was evident from the way the camera panned between his face and ass. Jorge registered the man's pain like heightened pleasure in his own body. He got off on the pain itself more than the power exchange.
For some people the power exchange was what did it for them, they were a submissive who was willing to take pain for their master. No, Jorge wasn't in that boat. He craved pain. He hadn't identified himself as a masochist but the thought entered his mind on more than one occasion.
He decided that it wasn't something he would dwell too much on because it was just a fantasy. It was just something he did on his own to cum.
Jorge came all over himself. He stared at the screen and at his cum covered lap. A small amount of regret crawled up his spine like an alien parasite trying to suck away the happiness his fetish gave him. Jorge wouldn't let that happen though. He shut the laptop and cleaned himself up while he thought about mowing the lawn.
***
Jorge mowed the lawn like a good husband.
Flora watched him from the window. Sometimes she couldn't believe how lucky she got with Jorge. So many of her friend's husbands would not do their chores when they are being demanded, but not Jorge. If something needed to be done Flora wasn't scared to put her foot down. He never got mad with her over this. He sometimes would promise to do it in a few days, which was fine, she was just glad he could follow through.
It was lucky for Jorge that their front lawn wasn't too large. They had some garden beds with decorative pebbles that took up a fair amount of space leaving the grass strip small compared to the other houses on the street. Jorge spent a few hours mowing, trimming the edges, and pulling any errant weeds.
Once he was done he was sweating balls. Flora ran to the front door as she noticed her husband was about to start coming back inside.
"Stop," she said out of breath. Jorge furrowed his brows. What was she going on about? "Take your shoes and socks off outside. I can't have you tracking mud and sweat through the house."
"Not even a thank you for mowing the lawn?" Jorge chuckled. Flora rolled her eyes.
"We could hire a gardener if you got a raise at work," she countered. Her tone was light though and Jorge wasn't offended. It was ultimately his decision they don't hire a gardener, if it was up to him though they would wait a bit longer between mowing.
"Well how about a kiss then?" he raised a playful brow.
"Ew Jorge, no," Flora squealed as Jorge came into the house. He went to grab his wife but she slipped right out of his grip.
"Shower, now," she said with a shudder. Jorge burst out into laughter, he winked at his wife and jogged up the stairs toward their ensuite.
One long hot shower later Jorge was itching to watch some porn. It was Sunday mid-morning, he was clean and thinking about finding something new to watch.
As Jorge was about to fish his laptop from his office Flora came into the bedroom.
