Tuesday evening, as I waited for hubby to get home, I did some serious thinking about my plans for him. I had become determined to get him into chastity on a permanent basis as soon as possible, and after that, to openly have sex with other men, and to make it very clear to my husband that he is a cuckold and always would be.
Of course, I had already cuckolded him a couple of times, but he didn't know that at the time. Once he had lost his ability to access his own penis, he would be much more malleable.
I decided to confront him with his own fantasies, so later that evening, when we were relaxing on the sofa, I asked him to tell me all the fantasies he had, and which ones he used to get himself off when he masturbated. In addition I told him to tell me which ones he was happy to actually do, and which turned him on, but he was reluctant to fulfil. It was an interesting exercise.
"Ok, so, the first fantasy that you are completely happy to have fulfilled are, me flashing my knickers to loads of guys, and my tits as well if possible?"
"Yes my love."
"And you would like to be there to watch the guys who get to see up my skirt or down my top?"
"Yes please my love."
"So would you like to actually do that, say this Saturday?"
"Yes please, that would be wonderful."
"Ok then, that's a plan. In fact, we can go shopping for clothes that are designed for flashing. Would you like to help me choose clothes to flash other guys in?"
"I would my love, very much!"
"Good, you can pay for them all."
"Of course my darling, with pleasure."
"I confess, that's already got me turned on. I'm going to need your tongue between my legs later, but for now, let's press on."
"The second fantasy would be me spanking you, maybe caning, belting, whipping. Are you sure about that one?"
"Well I think so," he answered a little hesitantly.
"You need to be sure, yes or no?" I pressed him for an answer.
"I'll say yes then."
"Good, let's pencil in Sunday evening for that one."
"Oh, ok."
"Right then, next is me doing a little flirting with guys while you watch. I already did that for you at the dance."
"Was that for me?"
"Well, for both of us, but you admitted to pulling yourself off remembering what happened, so you got plenty out of it."
"Yes, I suppose so."
"There's no 'suppose so' about it. I flirted, you watched, then later you masturbated remembering what happened, true or false?"
"True."
"I tell you what, we can go to the dance again this Saturday evening, and I'll do more flirting. If you are a good boy, you can fuck me Sunday evening while I remind you of what happened at the dance. That should make you squirt quickly."
"I don't understand, what do you mean by me having to be a good boy?" he looked puzzled and apprehensive.
"You must be positive about my flirting, and not have any preconceived ideas about how far I should go. For instance, if I end up kissing a gorgeous guy, and he has his hand up my skirt, you need to show that you are happy about it and will leave it to me to decide how far to go with him. Do you understand now my love?"
"Yes, totally."
"Good, because if you fail, there will be no sex on Sunday evening, although you'll still get the beating, and will still have to do the licking." I threatened, feeling really excited about where all this was leading."
"I understand," hubby replied sounding a little dejected."
"Now we come to the last fantasy that you have no reservations about actually doing. Remind me what it was please."
"It's for you to insist that I lick your pussy much more often, making you cum a lot, and even licking you clean after I've cum inside you."
"That's right, and I'm very happy to make this real for you. In fact it could easily be one of my fantasies. From now on I will insist that you lick your cum out of my pussy after sex, and that you must always make me cum. We'll start that Sunday, if you get to cum, but if not, you can just lick me for hours!"
"I'm happy to do that my love."
"Good and starting tonight you can start licking and making me cum at least once every day!" I announced with glee in my voice.
"Then finally, two more, which you admit turn you on, and you use for masturbating sessions, but you are too wimpy to carry through. Of course those are the ones I'm most interested in, so you are being quite selfish, don't you think?" I laid down the challenge
"Well, if you say so," he admitted reluctantly.
"I'm talking, of course, of you wearing a chastity cage full time, controlled by me, with me restricting your orgasms to maybe once per week."
"And, of course, me being encouraged by you to have sex with other men, cuckolding you," I concluded, pushing my agenda as hard as I could.
"Yes, I know." He replied in a defensive little voice.
"Anyway, we need to do something about our sex life, as it's become quite boring."
"Has it?"
"Yes, of course."
"So what do you suggest?"
"This coming weekend, I'm going to make all your comfortable fantasies come true. I'll flash my panties and tits all day Saturday at the mall, while we're choosing some special flashing clothes. In the evening we'll go to the dance, and Sunday evening you'll get your discipline session, followed, hopefully by sex, then definitely a lot of licking. Ok?"
"Very ok, thank you my love."
Hubby spent quite a while that evening, licking me to orgasms, but he wasn't inspired the way he had been when he'd been locked up for a while, and I decided to tell him how disappointed I was.
"That was just what I mean about our sex becoming boring. The other day, after you'd been locked up for a few days, you were sensational, whereas just now you seemed to be just going through the motions."
"I'm sorry my love, but I made you cum three times."
"Don't ever argue with me about anything, especially sex. You were mediocre, and unless you improve tomorrow night, you won't be getting a release Sunday. Do you understand?"
"Yes my love, sorry my love, I'll do much better tomorrow morning, I promise."
"Ok, that's better, best you keep your promise. In any event, your discipline session will have an element of punishment for falling short just now."
"I understand my love."
"Good, now let's get to bed"
Wednesday evening hubby prepared dinner, as usual, we ate together, then I went into the lounge to watch TV, while he cleared up the kitchen, loaded the dishwasher and so on. It was 8:30pm by the time he came to sit with me, so I slipped off my jeans and thong, and told him to kneel between my legs.
"Take your time sweetheart, I'm going to watch a movie, which must be at least an hour and a half, so don't rush me, tease and excite me. I want at least three sensational orgasms."
He didn't let me down, starting very slowly, he just did slow full length licks for about half an hour, then he started the getting me close, then slowing me down technique which he'd used to such good effect the previous week. After about an hour he was getting me really close, and i was getting increasingly frustrated, but then he went for the slow run up again, and it was fantastic, explosive, I loved every moment.
As I started to come down from my orgasm, my tongue lover, started to lick my arse, getting his tongue right in, and then he did something brave, he went back onto my clit, gentle at first but building quite quickly, so that within five minutes I was rushing headlong to a screaming climax. He didn't play with me or tease me, he just took me flat out straight at the cliff, like Thelma and Louise, and then I was over the edge, flying, grabbing his ears to bash his mouth against my exploding cunt. It wasn't subtle, or long lived, I exploded, rode it hard and fast, and then it was over. Amazing!
"Wow, I thought you'd gone mad when you started back on my clit like that, but it was amazing, how did you know it would work?"
