After my lunch date that ended with me naked and cum covered in a public parking lot, I knew that my life was on a path that I had not expected it to be heading towards just weeks prior. Yes, I understood that I had only myself to blame for this, but I also didn't completely feel bad about everything. Instead, I felt free and liberated to just let my true self be out and in the open. To give me over to another, and allow them to use me sexually in whatever way they felt best. Did I feel bad for my husband that I allowed this to happen without first consulting him? Just a little, but I also knew that we already had a relationship in which I had the power and that he got off on me being sexually explorative with others while simultaneously humiliating him. I mean it was his idea for me to lock him into chastity, to begin with, so he was comfortable with these themes.
Therefore, when he got home later that evening, I greeted him in a sexy lingerie set and heels, told him to strip down, and then led him to his office. I then secured him to the chair and pressed the play button on his computer to show him the video of me that my new owner had posted online. While he watched his wife get completely dominated and used by a black man, and then submit herself over to him, I teased his little caged cock. I could tell he loved every second of the video and was desperate to have his cock unlocked so I could end the teasing and provide him with an orgasm that he had long been denied.
When the video ended, I pushed back his chair, straddled his lap, and looked directly into his eyes as I spoke to him.
"You see now, that is the man that collared your wife, and made me his property. As you also saw, and have probably noticed since my collaring, the key to your cock cage is also locked onto the collar. This means that your release is no longer in my hands, but instead will be decided by the strong, god-like, black man that owns me. So I hope you understand that if you ever desire to earn release again, you will be on your best behavior and do as you are told. You should be happy, your ultimate fantasy has finally come true; your wife is now the owned slut of a powerful black man."
I gave him a little peck on the cheek, untied his hands, told him to clean himself up, and then get dinner started. When he stood up, he said, "thank you, Mistress," and then walked towards our bedroom to shower. I sat back down on his chair and made sure I had him follow my owner's Twitter page as well as bookmarked his Pornhub page. I wanted to make sure he could stay up to date with everything my owner and myself go up to.
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Life after showing my husband the video certainly changed. I no longer had to worry about when and if to release him from his chastity. That control had been taken away from me when his key was locked onto my collar. Surprisingly, he didn't even put up a fight about it, he became more subservient to me, though I'm sure he was nervous about how much online exposure I was getting. It was only a matter of time before someone he worked with recognized me, and realized he was a chastised cuckold. However, he also understood that for him to ever get released again, I had to do as my owner wanted, so he had no room to complain about what I was doing.
Speaking of which, I had certainly become more visible online than I had ever thought would happen. My owner had not only posted the initial video of me submitting online, but also the video of me blowing him in the public parking lot as well as a large number of photos he had taken of me or had me take of myself. Admittedly, I was nervous about it all, but the desire to serve him and his wonderfully large black cock overruled any hesitations I had about him posting me online.
Most of the time I would meet up with my owner for quick meet-ups at his place in which he would use me, fuck me, and film me only to send me home covered in or leaking his cum. Of course each time the video would be uploaded to his Pornhub page shortly afterward. Also, with each meetup, he would progressively have me behave in more degrading ways. Licking out his ass became a regular task, spitting onto me or directly into my mouth also became a mainstay. During one meeting, he only allowed me to bark as if I was a dog. He also began to more regularly take me anally rather than vaginally and started ordering me to wear a butt plug between meetups.
Though I guess other women would have been put off by the increase in degradation and humiliation, I craved it and let it spur me on. His use of me was what I desired, and I wanted to let him have free reign over my body. The submission of myself allowed me to feel a sense of escape from my normal life. From what I could tell, he just enjoyed that he had good content to share on the internet, and never once indicated a desire to let my husband's key come off my collar.
One memorable meet-up that happened recently was when he called me in the middle of the night. I was sleeping when he called, but dutifully answered his call when I saw it was him.
"Slut, come over to my place right now," he ordered once I greeted him.
I responded in the only way I could, "yes sir, I will leave right away."
"Good, and make sure you have one of your plugs in too," he added before hanging up.
