Power Dynamics In Marriage Ch 05

Power Dynamics of Marriage - Chapter 5

There's a writer on Literotica that I really respect, she told me that you can't let the negative feedback bother you to the point where you want to stop writing. That is where I was after chapter 4 and some of the comments, mentally I felt maybe I shouldn't bother writing anymore. I tend to internalize and overanalyze everything but then I got a barrage of comments and emails that made me feel like others were sincerely enjoying my work. So I press on in the spirit of reaching those who enjoy this type of erotica. I fully understand it's not for everyone so if cuckolding, sissy, gay, or humiliation aren't your thing, you should look elsewhere on Literotica for stories that meet your interests. For the rest of you, enjoy the final chapter.

What started as a performance issue due to my over masturbation somehow evolved into a chastity & cuckold relationship. And now it evolved further into me transforming into a submissive sissy for my wife's lover, and as crazy that sounds I secretly liked it. I longed to submit and in my head there was nothing more twisted and submissive than serving my wife's lover, another male.

After that night with Marcus the dynamics changed again, Marcus knew he was now the man of the house and I was not going to get in the way. The old saying that absolute power corrupts and power corrupts absolutely seems to be appropriate. I was no longer an obstacle that Marcus had to worry about, he didn't need my permission to fuck Kim. He quickly took over our lives.

But for me I was flooded with guilt and regret, I was caught up in the moment and succumbed to my lust without really thinking this through. I surrendered myself to Marcus agreeing to not fuck my wife again and be his personal sissy. But is that what I really wanted? This all moved so fast for me, it seemed like only a couple weeks ago I was happily married and my biggest issue was my love for masturbating which interfered with our sex life. Now my wife Kim was getting fucked by another man and I was sucking his cock. I wanted my old life back but I wasn't sure how I was going to go about doing that.

The next day after work, Kim had gotten home after me, when she entered the house she had a shitty grin on her face as she said hi to me.

"How's my little girl doing?" She asks.

"What does that mean?" I snap back.

"You know, I talked to Marcus and he told me what you have been doing with him. You even wore a pair of my panties for him. Aren't you just a little tramp." She laughs and walks in the kitchen.

Fuck, I guess I shouldn't be surprised Marcus told her but how embarrassing that my own wife thinks I'm some sort of faggot. I follow her into the kitchen and try to explain myself.

"He made me do it so I was allowed to fuck you again. I did it for us and you are the only person who matters to me. I love you."

"He made you do it?? Really? He said he gave you choice and you choose to suck his dick instead of fuck me."

She was right, I was given the choice and I did choose Marcus's dick. I was speechless and couldn't think of anything to say. I was defeated and felt less than a man. How would I win back my wife and regain some self respect? I quietly retreated back into the TV room and stared into space.

"By the way, Marcus is picking me up in an hour, be a doll and empty the dishwasher and reload while I get ready," Kim shouts from the other room as I hear her head upstairs.

In a daze I went back to the kitchen to do what she asked. I felt like a zombie just going through the motions, I had a knot in my stomach and couldn't shake it. I needed to give Kim an ultimatum, it's either Marcus or me. But I was afraid of her answer so instead I kept quiet in my thoughts while loading the dishwasher.

Before long Kim came downstairs looking amazing. She's wearing a dark green leather skirt, which must have been new because I don't recall seeing it before. She had on black stockings with the seam that goes up the back of the leg and of course wearing these sexy sky high heels. Her makeup was extra thick and if I'm being honest she looked more like a hooker than my wife. That didn't mean she didn't look hot as fuck but it was a different look for sure.

"How do I look?" She asked as she spun around to give me the full view.

"Amazing," I said softly and with a hint of jealousy.

"Not sure what time I'll be home but Marcus told me he had a surprise for me. What do you think it is?"

I simply shrugged my shoulders indicating I had no idea. I heard a honk of a horn and thankfully meant I wouldn't have to face Marcus tonight. Off Kim went with no idea what time she would be home or what Marcus was planning with her.

I sat watching TV for hours with not much else I could do. Normally I would search for some porn and masturbate but I was still locked up. That left me alone with only my thoughts and those thoughts kept going back to Marcus's cock. I tried telling myself that I'm not gay and that I don't want to suck his cock again but every time I thought about it I could feel my own dick strain against the cage in my pants.

I must have fallen asleep on the couch because I woke up to Kim coming home at about 2:30am. She looked tired, like she had been working out or something. I could see her clothes disheveled and I assumed it was because they were having sex and she hurriedly put them back on before coming home.

"What was the surprise?" I asked, trying to sound interested but really I didn't want to know.

"Nothing," she said and headed straight upstairs to go to bed. I quickly followed her and again asked about the surprise.

"Nothing?" I asked.

"Yep, nothing."

Hmmm, she seemed distant, in a bad kind of way. It was then I decided that this could be my opening to get her back. I climbed into bed with her and pulled her close to me. I told her she can tell me anything and that I will be here for her. I sensed she seemed distraught but again she didn't share any details. She simply told me thanks and fell asleep.

The next day the routine repeated itself, Kim got home from work, told me she was going out with Marcus and went to get ready. I asked her again if everything was okay and again she told me it was. My plan to get her back was falling flat and I was back to square one, which meant no plan.

This time when Kim got home it was after 3am, I was already in bed and only felt her get into bed when I looked up to see the clock. I didn't question her and simply fell back to sleep. I didn't like the distance that was growing between us but I wasn't in position to stop it.

This routine of Kim going out with Marcus at night after work continued all week. She wouldn't get home until late and still had to get up for work the next day. I could see it on her face that she was exhausted and decided to say something.

"Kim, is everything okay with you? I'm worried you are burning the candle at both ends, you can't keep that up. I know you like spending time with Marcus but you don't look good."

It was Saturday and neither of us had anywhere to go. She sat on our bed and started to tear up. I hugged her and told her it would be okay. And reiterated she can tell me anything.

"Well, remember when I told you Marcus had a surprise for me?" She started out.

"Of course, what was it?"

"Have you ever heard of cam sites?"

"Sure, I've seen some even advertised on TV late at night."

"I guess Marcus owns a studio where he has girls working as Cam models. The big surprise was that he created a profile for me as one of his new cam models."

I was shocked, I wasn't sure what to say. Was Kim now working as a cam model? I didn't want to judge her or prevent her from sharing what's going on so I sat quietly and listened.

"His profile for me was as a Dominatrix, I guess he liked how I seemed to easily control you and put you in chastity. So he figured I was a natural at it."

Kim continued to tell me that her screen name is "Mistress Rachel" and that she has been working every night as a Cam model in Marcus's studio. She explained that he had several dozen women all working for him. She further explained that she has a quota she needs to meet every night and can't stop working until she hits it. That's why she is out so late and looks so tired. She basically has 2 full time jobs.

"Kim, just tell him you don't want to do it anymore."

She got quiet, and looked like she wanted to tell me something but was very nervous. She started to fidget but just stared down at the floor.

"Honey, I don't want to hurt you but I need to tell you something."

My stomach started to turn into knots, I didn't like the sound of what was coming.

"I can't say no to him, I think I'm in love with him. He has rocked my world like no man has ever done before. I didn't know sex could be this good. He's so handsome, a great kisser, and is so confident."

I was sick to my stomach, my wife is confessing to me she is in love with another man. This was my fault, I pushed her down this path and that made it even worse for me. I couldn't unring that bell no matter how hard I tried.

"What does that mean for us? For me? You don't love me anymore?" I asked but was afraid of her answer.

"Of course I love you, I still want you in my life but it has to be on different terms. That is if you are okay with it?"

"What does that mean? What terms?" I was fighting back tears.

"Honey, I saw how excited you got when I would go out with Marcus. You are a cuck husband now. Isn't that what you want deep down? To see another man fuck me?"

I was torn between this fantasy world we created and the harsh reality that this was going to be our future, if there was a future anymore with us. She placed her hand on my leg and slowly rubbed it. Gradually getting higher and closer to my dick. Then she leaned in to give me a soft kiss on my neck and whispered in my ear.

"Do you want me to take off your chastity cage?" She asked in a sexy voice.

I nodded knowing full well that I was getting aroused just from her touch. She lifts her leg and starts fiddling around with several keys on her ankle.

"Which one is yours?" She says to herself.

"What are all those keys for?" I was very confused.

"Those are my keys for my other slaves," she says just as she figures out which one is mine.

She slides down my underwear and unlocks my dick. It had been awhile since I had been released and immediately it sprang to attention.

"Awe, look at your little penis, it is so excited to come out and play," she says in a cross between a sexy voice and baby talk.

We lay down on the bed next to each other as she starts to slowly stroke my dick.

"What do you mean those keys are for your other slaves?"

"There are many men who love to give up that control and have their mistress control their orgasms. I charge them a weekly fee of $100 just for me to be their key holder."

"I thought this was our thing, do you meet any of these men?"

"Of course not, they mail in their keys and their money. Then I decide if they are allowed to cum or not."

"So I'm now just another slave in your harem?"

"Oh no, you are my hubby slave....and cuck. You get to see me in person too, and sleep next to me. You are the #1 slave, but I do have a couple that are working to become my #1 slave so you will have to step up if you want to remain on top."

All this time she is still very slowly stroking me and I'm trying to process what she is telling me at the same time. I wasn't sure what she meant when she said I need to step up but I had to know.

"What do I have to do to keep my status as your #1 slave?"

Just asking that question was bizarre to me but they say men think with their dicks too much and that is what was happening to me.

"Well, I think you should start paying too...for me to be your key holder, and for orgasms when I authorized it. Isn't that only fair?"

To an outsider this would not only be weird but they would never agree with this logic. But for a simp like me and being super aroused I only nodded in agreement.

"Good boy, you want to make your mistress happy right?" Because you want to be my #1 slave and because you get the privilege to see me in person I think you should pay $250 a week."

Again I nod, agreeing with her twisted logic that her own husband has to pay her to be her slave and keyholder.

"Good boy...do you want to cum today? It's $500 for cum tax so if you want to cum I expect you to pay like everyone else."

I quickly agree to that too as she starts picking up the pace stroking my dick.

"You want to be a good boy for your mistress, dont you? From now on you will deposit that money in Marcus's account because I work for him. All the money I make goes to him. Understand?"

The idea that I had to not pay her but pay her lover for the privilege to cum was too much for me to take as I exploded all over her hand and my stomach.

"hehehe...I think someone likes the idea of paying my boyfriend to cum...or maybe you just like serving him??"

I gave Kim a look to see what she meant by that last part. She was grinning and I knew she knew that I had been sucking his cock.

"You like servicing him, don't you? You can be honest with me. He has a beautiful cock doesn't he?"

I nod in agreement once again.

"Now be a good cuck and get down there and clean out my pussy of my man's cum."

I get up on my knees and lean across her thighs and start licking her pussy. In this position she can reach my ass and gently starts to run her fingers across it. I can feel her finger run across my anus where she gives it a little tickle which makes my dick grow hard again. Then she slaps my ass hard telling me not to cum again without permission. Just from her slap, and telling me I need permission I almost did cum but luckily I didn't.

"You like cleaning up that superior cum of my boyfriend? It's okay to admit it, I know what you have been up to with him. In fact, I think once he got you to agree to be his cocksucker he knew you were no longer a threat to him to get in his way of becoming the real man of this family."

I was licking and sucking on her pussy even harder now as she reached down to grab my rock hard dick and started stroking it again. She had me and she knew it. She toyed with me while stroking my cock keeping me on edge knowing I would do whatever she wanted.

"You asked me earlier what does this mean for us? Well from now on you are no longer my husband but my slave. You will be at my beck and call when I'm at home. You will continue to wear your chastity cage unless me or Marcus lets you out. You will continue to service Marcus when he wants you to as well. Marcus will move into the master bedroom when he is over and you now live in the spare bedroom full time."

I was so close to cumming again and of course my head was spinning listening to her lay out the details of my new life. We both knew that Marcus was the only man in this relationship and that we were both subservient to him and his needs. He had targeted her (and me) after that first night they met on the dance floor. He knew when I agreed and allowed her to go out on a formal date with him that I could be manipulated into this role of beta male. That's how he acquired a lot of his women, through beta male husbands that weren't even sure they were beta males yet.

"To consummate this new arrangement I want you to cum all over my hand like the pathetic excuse for a man you are and then you will lick my hand clean. Is that understood?" She barked.

Just from her sudden switch from being all seductive with me to being more of a dominatrix ordering me to cum and lick up my cum off her hand I exploded.

"Good boy, that seals the deal for good. Any disobedience from now on will be dealt with by swift and firm punishment, do I make myself clear?" She says in an authoritative tone that I never heard before.

Her time as an online Dominatrix has given her the confidence and the knowledge of how to treat men like me. Deep down I always wanted her to be more dominant and now I was getting my wish.

Then she lifts the palm of her hand to my mouth and says, "Eat up sissy boy, you are no longer a real man."

Another 3 weeks had passed and Kim was still staying out late after her day job doing the cam modeling work (if that's what you want to call it). I was already doing the bulk of the housework but with Kim gone all the time I even had to step up and do more. Not only was I doing the dishes, washing the laundry and making the meals, I was also doing domestic chores for Marcus as well. He would drop off his laundry and tell me to have it ready for him when he gets back or else. He said it with such authority I never considered asking him what "or else' meant because I was pretty sure it wouldn't be good for me.

It was a Saturday, normally Kim's day off but she was at Marcus's studio working on the Cam site. In walks Marcus as he had become accustomed to doing. He practically owned the house by this point.

He threw me his keys, "Go wash my car, I want the whole thing vacuumed and the tires done."

Of course I jumped up like he was a Drill Instructer and said yes sir as I hurried out the door.

I made sure I did an excellent job, after all he was the boss and I was in no position to disobey him. Upon my return Marcus meets me outside and starts inspecting his car. He's quick to point out some areas I could have done a better job. Then he gets in his car and looks around, suddenly I see anger come across his face.

"Didn't I tell you I wanted this immaculate?"

"Yes sir," was my feeble response.

"What do you call this?" As he points to a smudge print on his rearview mirror?

I tried returning his mirror back to its original spot because I had to move it when I drove it to the car wash. I must have fat fingered the mirror when I moved it back in the same spot.

"Sorry..." I tried to explain what must have happened but before I could finish he was back out of the car grabbing me by my arm pulling me back inside the house.

"You little bitch, you need to be taught a lesson so you do what I tell you. Get over here!"

As he grabbed my hair from the back of my head and pulled me across his lap.

"You bitches are all the same, you are so stupid and dumb. You need a real man to tell you what to do every second of your life."

He starts spanking my ass hard while continuing to berate me.

"You fucking sissy, if I tell you to do something I expect it to be done exactly like I said. You belong to me now and if you think I'm going to tolerate disobedience then you don't know who you are messing with."

His spanks were not the playful gentle ones you might encounter when having sex with your partner. This was a beat down like you do when you are mad and full of rage. I was thrashing about and crying like a baby.

"Please stop, I'm sorry, I'll never let it happen again. Please, please!!!!!!!"

"Who's your daddy bitch?"

"You are, and I'll behave, I promise sir."

"Damn right you will, because if I have to punish you again you won't get off this easy, do I make myself clear faggot?"

"Yes sir," I cry.

"I expect you to call me daddy from now on, got it?" As he lands his last blow.

"Yes daddy, I'll be a good girl for you." I don't know where the word girl came from but it seemed appropriate. He was my daddy and I was the submissive girl to a real man.

He shoves me off his lap and yells at me some more. As I lie on the ground sobbing he starts to unzip his pants and pulls his belt off. I was genuinely frightened that he was gonna whip me with his belt.

"Get over here bitch."

I get to my knees in front of him, he takes his belt and loops it around my neck and tightens it enough to make a collar and leash out of it. He then pulls me to his crotch and tells me that I got him all worked up and the least I can do is give him a blowjob to release his built up frustration. I immediately nod in agreement and fish out his big cock.