Ms Tara refocus' her cuckold husband
By Todayshiddenobsession
October 21, 2022
This story is a fantasy femdom / cuckold tale.
It is my first attempt at writing any kind of fiction, so constructive criticism is welcome but be gentle please.
I'm also very interested if it stimulated your libido.
It is written in 4 parts that read better when read in order, but I think each part could live on its own.
I want to thank MsTara, which is the pen name for an actual dominant wife I met on an online blog site.
She has graciously allowed me to use her name in the story.
She related a fantasy along this line to me and that was my inspiration for the story.
It was originally written for her.
Please enjoy
Chapter 2. Hubby is called to serve
Kevin pulls into the driveway and parks his car in front of the house.
Billy is there immediately to take Kevin's car to the garage. There he will clean and service it as required. It will be ready to go long before Kevin leaves.
Billy is your chauffeur, but also your automobile mechanic. He came into your service about one year ago after you convincingly told him he should leave his job as the head mechanic for a large auto service centre, and come serve you as your chastised, live in service mechanic. You offered him a life of service to a fair dominant woman.
Seeing the benefits of freedom to never needing to worry about, or make major decisions for his future, and the opportunity to serve a beautiful dominant woman, he complied without hesitation.
All of your other house subs were kneeling ready to greet Kevin at the door.
Hubby is the only one who speaks as he opens the door, even before Kevin knocks.
"Greetings Master Kevin, our Mistress is finishing getting prepared for you. May I say, from all her servants, we are pleased you have attended for her pleasure today. We are all at your disposal for anything you need Sir.
Sir, may I offer you a drink?"
Kevin is a tall man at over six feet. He towers above your 5' 10" husband, but his superiority doesn't stop there. His cock feels simply wonderful. He is 9" soft with a girth that would make any woman moan, even with just the tip at the entrance of her vagina. Even more impressive, is his talent and stamina with that terrific cock. Cumming on it repeatedly is pure ecstasy.
"Yes cuck, bring me a cold beer. The rest of you get lost. Your locked dicks are embarrassing to a real man. Your Mistress will summon you if you are needed for something."
With Kevin's dismissal, the boys, apart from hubby, are sent off to go back to their duties.
Your cuckold husband escorts Kevin to the living room, fetches his beer, then takes up his place in the corner, hands crossed behind his back, so there is nothing to hid.
Your rules regarding a submissive's posture in your home are simple. If his hands are not restrained and he is not productively using them for some purpose to serve, they are to be folded behind his back or interlocked behind his head. If he is standing still, his legs must be shoulder width apart to emphasis his chastity. 'Corner Time' is the only case where he is not facing into the room unless directed.
Both Kevin and your cuckold wait for you to arrive.
You lover for today and your chaste cuckold husband, have different expectations for your arrival, but both are eager with anticipation. They are here for one purpose, to serve you, a dominant woman, even though they serve you differently.
You enter the room wearing a flared short red skirt, and an almost transparent blouse with a low neckline that shows your cleavage. Six-inch heels complete the look. Nestled between your beautiful breasts is the key to your faithful husband's chastity.
His is the only chastity key you wear around your neck. This shows everyone, you own him. It also shows everyone how important hubby is in your life.
Kevin rises and says, "Damb girl! you look good enough to eat."
Kevin's candidness in front of your husband amuses you. You move past hubby to embrace him, allowing his mouth to engage with yours deeply. You are keenly aware that hubby can see everything. Teasing him with your brazen lust for another man is so much fun. Kevin reaches around and grabs your ass. You break the kiss, look him directly in the eye with desire, "Slow down there lover. We have all night."
Kevin replies, "I can't wait Tara, you look so hot."
With out breaking gaze with your beautiful eyes, he speaks to your cuckold, "Doesn't your wife look hot cucky. I mean smokin' hot and ready to fuck cucky?"
"Yes Sir, my Mistress is very beautiful and sexy. I'm sure she will fuck you amazingly, cucky answers.
He then looks towards your naked chaste husband, staring directly into his eyes. In a voice saturated with mocking, "Cucky, how is it you can give up your gorgeous wife to other men to take their pleasure from?" Kevin asks.
Hubby's response is honestly simple but very difficult for him to speak out loud. He looks at the ground to break eye contact with your lover, and declares his small penis is not adequate and he is a premature ejaculator. He further clarifies that his Mistress wife deserves to be properly fucked and that Master Kevin is just the man to give what she needs today.
Speaking at you husband in a slightly raised voice you ask, "Are you asking this man to put his big, hard, penis inside your wife cucky? Do you want him to fuck her properly, like you, her husband, should be doing?"
With head still lowered hubby nods yes.
"Then look at him and tell him what you want. Beg him to fuck me like you my dear husband, should be fucking me," you continue.
Your humiliated husband slowly raises his head. This is so hard for him, but he knows he must do this because you direct him to. He focuses his tearful eyes directly toward Master Kevin.
Speaking directly to the man who he knows will soon be fucking his wife, cucky says, "Master Kevin, please will you have wonderful sex with my wife today Sir? Will you fuck her properly, the way she deserves? I am not capable of giving her what she needs, and I am not worthy to put my tiny penis inside her wonderful vagina. Sir, she needs you tonight to give her the pleasure a small dicked, chaste, cuckold male like myself cannot."
Hubby's reply makes you chuckle. You enjoy his humiliation and feel your excitement growing for Kevin. Just listening, knowing how hard it is for your cuckold to speak these words to the man, who tonight, will take what should be a husband's exclusive right, makes your pussy wet.
"Ok hubby, enough grovelling trying to get Kevin to replace you in your husbandly duties. Go help Simon. I want to spend some intimate, alone time with the man who will give me what my lawfully married husband fails to provide for me. The last thing we want is my drooling unequipped husband looking on."
Without another word your husband bows respectfully, then keeping his head lowered, exits the room to leave you both alone.
Hand in hand you move to the love seat so you can embrace each other in comfort.
It doesn't take long for Kevin's hand to slip inside your blouse to fondle your beautiful tits. He finds a nipple and gives it a little squeeze as his tongue enters your mouth. Your tongue returns the favour as your hand goes to his lap and slowly works its way to the top of his leg. You feel the heat from his growing bulge even before you touch it.
When your hand makes contact with his engorging cock, you break the kiss, look into his eyes and tell him, "I love your cock, it makes me wet just touching it and thinking how it will fill me so full later."
"If you want it so bad Tara, I will fuck you right here, while we wait for dinner," Kevin offers.
Letting go of his hardening cock, you tell him, "As much as that sounds fun, I don't really want to eat with your cum running down my legs."
Taking hold of your hand, in an attempt to push it back to his desperate manhood, he proposes, "Get one of your sluts to lick you clean under the table while we eat."
Resisting his efforts to regain contact between your hand and his erection, simply to make a point of who was running the show you continue, "Haha, you would enjoy that wouldn't you? You'd enjoy watching me slop food all over myself as I cum on one of their tongues. Nope, I'm going to make you wait. Think of me as dessert. Or rather, your personal all-night buffet."
After 30 minutes or so of cuddling and fondling, you excuse yourself to check on the boys in the kitchen.
You really don't need to supervise them, but you enjoy watching Simon parading around the kitchen with nothing but his apron covering his little caged dick.
Entering the kitchen, you see Simon diligently working on the final meal preparations. Hubby is the doorway tossing the salad.
Simon was the head chef at a large famous restaurant when you met him. You hired him for a private party you were having and realized he was quite submissive to all your directions. Realizing his potential in your home, you told him you wanted him to quit his job, sell everything he owned and report to you for service.
He was at your door in three days. He never once balked at the house rules and was excited to take on the 'extra services' he would be required to provide.
Today he is preparing Prime Rib roast with grilled avocado carrots and roasted garlic potatoes. There is a fresh garden salad to start and freshly baked cheesecake, topped with fruit from your garden to finish the meal.
You walk directly past your husband, up behind Simon and squeeze his left ass cheek. He lets out a little squeal making you laugh. It's so much fun to be able touch and tease these males who serve you at a whim, however and whenever you wish without the slightest negative feedback from them.
Hubby looks on, a little jealous at your attention to Simon. "What's wrong sweetheart, are you wishing I had grabbed your ass when I walked by instead of Simon's tight little butt?"
Then without a second thought your hand pushes between Simon's ass cheeks to find the medium sized butt plug you required him to wear today. You give it a little push which entices another squeal from him. This makes you laugh again. "Almost like getting fucked eh Simon? Would you like it if I fucked you with my strap on tonight, Simon?"
"Yes, if it would please you Mistress," he croaks with a cracked voice.
