Fem Dom With My Wifes Best Friend Ch 03

I had been away on a course for work for just over two weeks, which gave Julie, my wife's best friend who was blackmailing me, ample time to influence my wife, Sue, in the benefits of pursuing a female-led marriage, and when I returned home, I was soon to learn on how effective she had been.

I walked through the door and found them both on the settee in deep conversation.

"Hi," said Sue. "Good trip," she enquired?

"Yes," I said hesitantly, looking at them both and wondering what they had been discussing.

"Come over here Mark," she said, "There's something I need to discuss with you."

I was like a naughty boy, standing Infront of them both, but felt I had no option, as Julie was looking at me intently, almost warning me not to disobey any instructions.

"As Julie is my best friend, we have been discussing how we could improve our marriage and make it even more successful," said Sue. "And she's come up with some really good suggestions."

"Oh," I said with mock surprise.

"Would you like to hear them?" She said.

I answered "Yes" enthusiastically, as Julie had already warned me of punishment if I didn't.

From my reaction, Sue obviously thought that I was excited about this new progression, and then spent the next hour telling me how she felt it would be much better if she took control of our relationship in all matters, from decision making, money, daily tasks, and of course sex, as in her opinion, I had been a bit selfish in that department. And that all decision making would now be down to her, with no backchat, just the words "Yes Sue", now required. She said that we would act normally in front of our friends and family, but I was to show respect at all times whilst we were visiting, and give small indicators as to my true status, such as always agreeing with her opinion in conversation etc., to make them suspicious and introduce the notion that I was probably pussy whipped anyway. By adopting these changes, Sue felt that both our lives would be much easier and fulfilled.

Knowing I had to agree to avoid Julies wrath I said, "Well there seems to be a lot of changes for me, but your probably right, so I'll do my best to make it work for us both."

Julie sat silently at her side smirking, as I knew this was all her doing, and that I had no choice but to go along with it. She knew she was controlling me through Sue, who was blissfully unaware that she was being used.

"Julie has already told me everything about you approaching her for advice on this, as you felt embarrassed, and wanted to turn to a trusted friend for direction, and she tells me that she has given you some intimate training to help us. I know you did this to help our marriage, so I'm not angry that our friend has seen you naked, or given you correctional instruction. After all, it is for our benefit, isn't it?" She said.

I now knew that Julie had completely convinced Sue that this was the right direction to go, and with my positive reaction, I had sealed my fate.

"Julie says you asked her to help you choose some different clothes for our new arrangement," said Sue.

This was part of the uniform that Julie had forced me to buy and ware when she visited when Sue was out, and consisted, amongst other things, of a tight pair of pink satin shorts and a T-shirt, which were deliberately designed to cut up close to the body and show every contour when worn and be uncomfortable at the same time. Both garments were printed with the words "Wanker", in big gold letters across the front for maximum humiliation for me.

"Go and put them on," said Sue. "Let's have a look."

I felt I had no option but to comply, so went and changed. When I came back, the girls burst into laughter, as they viewed my new look.

"As you can see," said Julie, "You can see the full outline of his torso, and more importantly a full outline of his cock" she laughed.

"Good choice of name," said Sue viewing the print on the shorts. Clearly, you've wanted this change of lifestyle for some time, Mark," said Sue laughing. "I'm glad we're all agreed on the way forward," she said turning to Julie.

"Thanks for helping me with this," she said. "I would never have known that Mark wanted to be so subservient if you weren't such a good friend and alerted me."

"It's what friends are for," Julie said with mock sympathy. "You would do the same for me."

"Don't you think now would be a good time to start his training?" Julie said, completely ignoring me.

"I suppose so," said Sue.

"Drinks perhaps?" said Julie.

"Mark, be a sweetie and make us both a coffee," she asked.

"No, no, no," said Julie in an exasperated tone. "You have to get used to issuing short direct instructions, with no please or thank you. It's for his own good," she said.

"I'm not sure how to do that," said Sue.

"I'll show you," Julie replied, and with that shouted, "Get us both coffees now wanker, and be quick about it if you want to avoid punishment."

I was so conditioned from my earlier encounters with Julie in taking instructions that I didn't hesitate and did I was told.

"Biscuits," Julie commanded, as I served them both their drinks.

Again, I did as I was told and went back into the kitchen to get some.

Sue looked astonished, but impressed on how her friend had handled the situation.

"I'll try and do better next time," she mouthed to Julie.

"Don't worry," said her friend sympathetically. "We all have to start somewhere."

"I couldn't help notice that you mentioned punishment if he failed to do as he was told?" Sue inquired. "How does that work?"

I was disheartened to hear that I had already been demoted to a "He" in their conversation.

"Oh yes," said Julie. "You mustn't be afraid to use one of them if your instructions are not carried out exactly as you wish. It's for his own good."

"One of them?" My wife questioned.

"Oh yes, there is a range for you to choose from," said Julie. "For example, how about standing him in a corner with fingers on lips, legs apart, with his shorts down, being totally silent. Or his hands tied behind the back, and then you apply Deep Heat cream to his cock to watch him squirm as it takes effect. Or there's the over the knee arse beating, or writing pointless lines, like in school, only to rip them up in front of him when he's done hundreds. You can use these at any time he pisses you off, or even if he's not done anything, but just feel like it because you're in a bad mood. It's entirely up to you." She said matter-of-factly.

"My favorite is spoiled orgasm," she laughed.

"What's that?" asked my wife.

"Well, you start by not letting him come for quite a few days," she said. "And when his sack's full, and he's gagging for it, you tie his hands behind his back so he can't touch his dick, and make him stand in front of you whilst you get seated comfortably. Then you get his dick out and toss him off slowly. But just when you feel he's about to cum, and the spunk's rising to the tip, you quickly remove your fingers and spoil the shoot. It also has the added benefit of watching him frantically shag in mid-air as he tries to get some stimulation, and only produces a dribbly spurt of spunk out of his cock end. It's very amusing," she added.

"And if you wanted even more fun, you could sit on the settee, with him standing in front of you. He could then be ordered to skype his mother and have a chat, with you just out of camera shot. You could then undo, and pull down his pants, and wank him off whilst he's talking to her, and perhaps record the event on your phone, especially the cum shot, as he shoots a full load in the air in front of her, whilst trying to remain in control."

"How deviously entertaining," Sue laughed.

"But isn't all this a bit harsh?" My wife pondered.

"Do you love him?" Julie asked.

"Yes," Said Sue.

"Well then it's your duty as head of the household to ensure he is well disciplined," said Julie. "You would be failing him if you didn't," she said.

"Oh, I see," said Sue in an enlightened tone. "That makes sense. I'll use all of them in the future if that's the case," she said.

"So," Julie said slowly. "When we spoke earlier, you said that there's a lot of daily jobs that you didn't like doing. Isn't that right?

"Yes, that's true," said Sue. "I don't particularly like any housework including the cleaning, hoovering, washing, ironing or polishing windows. In fact, I hate all of it," she laughed.

"Well can I suggest that you make a list of all those, and any others that your just too lazy to do, or can't be bothered with, and give it to him to complete on a daily basis. Then all you have to do is inspect them so they're up to your standard. Your role will be to sit on the settee and watch that he does them properly," she said.

I tried to protest. "But I don't know how to use the washer, or how to iron," I said.

"Well I will show you once, and then you will," snapped Sue. Which took us all by surprise with her ferocity.

"Yes Sue," I said meekly.

"Well done," said Julie. "Your beginning to get the hang of things."

"Yes," said my wife. "I believe I am," she said with a chuckle.

"How do you think I should handle the money issue?" Sue asked her friend feverishly. "At the moment he controls the accounts," she said.

"Oh no," said Julie. "You can't let that continue. The accounts should be in your name only, with all monies paid in there, so that you control all income. He must ask you to sanction any spending on himself, like season tickets, golf, hobbies etc., and if you don't agree, that's an end to it. It goes without saying, that you can spend on what you like, without ever asking him for permission," she said.

"I suggest spending the season ticket money on extra shoes for yourself," she added.

My heart sank as I heard my wife say, "Sounds very sensible."

"Oh look," she suddenly said, "He's left all his work stuff in the hall again. That really pisses me off," she said testily.

"Well we can't have that," Julie exclaimed. "Don't you think this would be an ideal chance to explore your first punishment session," she said excitedly.

"How?" Said Sue.

Julie leaned over and whispered something in her ear, and my wife's face suddenly had a broad grin on it, and she said, "Oh I see."

"Over my knee," Sue commanded me.

A bit shocked, I did as I was told.

In the next instant, I felt her pull down my shorts and reveal my exposed cheeks. There was a slight pause before I felt a light smack on my arse.

"That won't do," I heard Julie shout. "You have to take your arm right back into the air like this, get a plimsol so you don't hurt your hand, and then bring it down very quickly with force on to his cheeks, and he should howl if you've got it right," she said.

"Won't it hurt?" Enquired my wife.

"That's the whole point," said Julie. "He won't learn if you don't do it properly, and then it'll be your fault if he does it again," she said.

"Sorry," Sue said to her friend. "You're right as usual. I'll do it properly this time."

With that, she started raining slap after slap on my exposed buttocks with her gym shoe, with the force I had only come to expect from Julie in our earlier encounters.

"When do I stop?" My wife asked her friend.

"How much of a bitch do you feel?" Came her reply.

"A lot," Sue retorted, "He always pisses me off when he does that."

"Well, in that case, go as long as you fucking well want," smiled Julie.

With that, both girls erupted into fits of laughter, as my wife continued to smack my arse, turning it red, while I howled in discomfort.

"If the noise gets on your nerves, you can gag his mouth and order him to suck on your used panties from the washing basket. Crotch first for flavour obviously," Julie said as an afterthought.

"Great idea," said Sue.

"You won't be leaving your stuff there again, will you Mark?" She hissed at me.

"No, never again," I squealed.

"See how effective it is," I heard Julie say to her friend.

"I would never have believed it," Sue replied.

Julie continued, "The best thing is, you don't even have to have a reason to do it. If you've had a bad day at the office, with the men pissing you off, pull him straight over your knee as soon as he walks through the door, and take it out on his male arse," she said.

"Wow, that sounds a fantastic idea. What a stress buster" Sue exclaimed.

After about twenty minutes of punishment, the girls decided it was time for their wine break, and I was duly dispatched to open a bottle and serve them both.

Having been warned that from now on I was only to speak when addressed, the girls continued to chat between themselves as though I was invisible.

"I hope you won't think me presumptuous," Julie said to my wife, "But there is a further over the knee training procedure you really should master."

"Oh," said Sue. "What's that?"

Julie reached over to her bag and opened the top to reveal its contents to my wife.

"Really?" Sue laughed.

"Most definitely." Said Julie, knowing from her friend's reaction, that she trusted her judgment.

"Please could you guide me, as this is all new to me?" My wife asked Julie.

"With pleasure," came her reply.

With that, Julie laid three vibrators on to the coffee table in front of them both. The first was a medium-size, followed by a large, and then extra-large, which looked very imposing.

I was now looking at my new torment.

Now more confident, Sue barked, "Back over my knee, now"

I took up my position immediately, fearful of even more punishment if I didn't.

After pulling my shorts down once more, I heard Julie authoritatively say to my wife "First, part the cheeks, and apply lube, like so."

"Got it." I heard my wife say.

"Next, take the medium fun stick, and slowly push it fully into his arse. When you've done that, slide it in and out until its moves freely. Then switch on the motor so it has full stimulation, and watch his cock go ridged."

"When it's a full boner, apply lube to his dick and slowly toss him off," Julie said.

"Why would I do that? My wife asked in puzzlement.

"So you can bring him close to orgasm, then stop, so he can't shoot his load unless you expressly say so." Said Julie. "This is called edging, and by doing so, you can keep him uncomfortably horny for the whole session, and indeed all day if you wish, stopping and starting without letting him come. You can watch his cock produce loads of precum that will wet his pants, which you can make him wear all day, and you can replenish with more wanking if they start to dry out. You can also force him to be nice to you, even when you go out, knowing he's desperately frustrated and would normally be very moody." She said knowledgeably. "Why not have a laugh, and do it when you go to visit his parents, knowing that while you're all chatting away, you have their son sitting in a pool of spunk of your making, that you intend to top up, every time they go out of the room," Julie said with a wry smile.

"That sounds fun," said Sue. "His mother's a stuck-up cow anyway. Knowing that I've ordered her darling son to leak spunk all over her precious furniture, is brilliant," she chuckled.

"And so, what are these other two vibrators for?" Asked my wife.

"Well," said Julie, "Your bound to get bored with just the one, so to keep him on his toes, the larger one is to start stretching his arsehole, and get him used to the much bigger motors, and of course its great fun for you, which is the most important thing," she concluded.

"I know it's a big ask, but do you think you are ready to get this one to fit?" She said, picking up the largest one and handing it to my wife.

"It's like the size of a tree trunk," mused Sue, "But I'll certainly give it a try." And with that, she promptly removed the medium one from my arse, and proceeded to push the monster in. After a while, there came a hoot of triumph from them both as Sue shouted, "Wow, I've managed to get it all in, so all I have to do now is to switch it on, and make sure I can shag his arse with It," she said excitedly.

"Fantastic," Julie exclaimed, as she watched her newly experienced friend flick the start switch on the huge dildo, and then freely maneuver it in and out of my massively stretched hole with ease. I felt it was like a pneumatic drill which kept getting deeper and deeper into my arse.

Whilst still over my wife's knee, with my hole completely stretched and vibrating, and my rock-hard cock dripping like a tap between my legs, Julie leaned over to her bag, reached inside, and shouted, "Surprise."

"What is it?" My wife asked.

"It's what they call a strap on," replied Julie.

Sue, who was always pretty naive about the sex toy world, said, "How does it work?

"Well, you step into this harness here, like you were putting on a pair of panties. Then you pull it right up your legs, and snuggly fasten the belt around your waist so its firmly in place, and doesn't move, like so." She demonstrated.

"But it looks like you've grown a dick." My wife exclaimed.

"Exactly," said Julie. "And where do we put dicks?" She jokily asked Sue.

"In a pussy." My wife replied excitedly.

"Exactly." Said Julie. And while gesturing to me, said, "And if you will permit me, I will take this big pussy, and fill his small pussy with it." She laughed, whilst comically waving the phallus from side to side.

"Be my guest." Said Sue.

Julie instructed me to go over to the settee and bend over the back. Once there I felt her approach behind me, take a moment to adjust herself, and then feel for my opening with her fingers, before pushing the mammoth tool into my bum.

Sue look mesmerized by the whole performance as Julie happily shagged my arse with gusto, as though I was a bitch on heat who needed a good seeing to, and with such depth that the waist straps were slapping on my cheeks as she thrust with force into my orifice. Sue, having already fully stretched my arse earlier, it meant that she didn't have to work too hard to achieve maximum penetration effect.

"Wow, that was awesome." Enthused my wife, after Julie had finished.

"Well, now he knows what us ladies experience, when men are unwantedly trying to stick their dicks in us." Laughed Julie.

"And speaking of experiences, isn't it time you thought of how to manage his selfish sexual appetite that you've unfairly had to deal with?" She said, with concern.

"I suppose I should," replied Sue. "This new knowledge and experience has made me quite horny, and normally, I would just have to put up with it." She added. "Mark won't give me oral sex as he says he doesn't like it, but I'm always expected to suck his dick, and sex is always on his terms, when, where, and how he wants," she said gloomily.

"Well not anymore." Said Julie.

"Can I ask you as a friend, is your pussy wet and tingling?" She enquired.

"Yes." My wife said sheepishly.

"Don't be embarrassed," said Julie, "There are no secrets between the two of us. I just want my friend to be completely sexually happy and satisfied."

"Can I suggest that now you know that sex is on your terms, and only when you want it, that you start with Marks tongue to satisfy your needs, and I must be honest here, and admit that, knowing this day would come, I took the liberty of training him earlier, working on my pussy, so he was fully prepared when it came to your turn. I hope you're not angry with me?" Julie simpered.

"Absolutely not," said Sue, "I wouldn't have known where to start, I'm so grateful that you're very caring, and thought of my predicament."

"Well then, let's get started," said Julie. "Should I issue the command or you? She laughed.

"Let me do it," said Sue excitedly, and with that, said to me in a bold voice, "Kneel between my legs, take my jeans and panties off, and lick my pussy now," she commanded.