Thursday 21st May 2015 -- Part 2
I ran Becky's bath, deep and hot, with scented salts to ensure it was prepared to perfection. My overwhelming desire was to please her, to devote my every thought and deed to her needs and comforts, even more so now. I felt in such utter submission to Becky through the events of her union with Liam. I was revelling in the humiliation of having watched my wife pleasure another man while my penis throbbed, helplessly trapped inside its cock cage. I felt owned by my wife and at that moment I would have accepted any degradation that she wished me to suffer.
I called her to the bathroom as I knelt beside the bath, still naked, with my penis struggling in its confines. When she entered the bathroom, I looked with lust at her body, still with patches of sweat on her bare flesh from her exertions. I noticed a dribble of wetness down the inside of her thigh and I licked my dry lips. Even in her dishevelled state, Becky looked wild and erotic, and she smiled at me with a hint of triumph, as if sensing my feelings of submission in the face of her total control.
She stood before me, just a couple of feet from where I knelt. "You would do anything I told you to do, wouldn't you?"
"At this moment, I would," I answered, unable to control a slight quiver in my voice.
Becky looked at me and, as if in deep thought, remained silent for a few moments. I felt she was about to ask me something, perhaps something that even for her was too far, too soon. I watched as she reached down to stem the trickle of Liam's juice as it slid down her thigh, and wipe it gently on herself. "I know you would!" she said, with the faintest of smiles.
Becky stepped into the bath and sat down, leaning her back against the opposite end to the taps. Only her head was above the surface of white bubbles that hid her perfect form beneath. It pleased me no end to see her so totally relaxed, her body released of all tension, and to hear her sighs of satisfaction.
"What did you think of Liam's penis?" she asked, without opening her eyes.
Taken by surprise by the question, I found myself fumbling for an answer. "Erm, I don't know, what do you mean?"
"What was your impression of it? Did you think it was a big penis, a thick one? What did you think?" she asked, calmly.
"It seemed quite big, I suppose."
"A bit bigger than yours, do you suppose?"
"Possibly." I felt a little uncomfortable. I didn't think there was much difference in size.
Becky stayed quiet for a few minutes before asking her next question. "Did you like his penis?"
"I don't know if I can answer that," I said.
"Do you want me to release you from your cock cage on Tuesday?" she asked, calmly and serenely, still with her eyes closed, lying back almost buried in the bubbles.
"Yes, I'm desperate for release."
"Then answer my question."
"Yes, it was nice."
"What was nice?"
"Liam's penis."
"You don't sound too enthusiastic." Becky opened her eyes, sat up in the bath and looked at me. "Tell me clearly that you liked Liam's penis."
"I really liked Liam's penis."
"Did you like to see it in my mouth? Did it look good getting sucked and licked by me?"
"Yes."
"Then tell me," she demanded, with a little impatience in her voice. "Tell me clearly what you liked about what I did to him."
She was teasing and taunting me, and I felt compelled to answer her questions the way she wanted me to.
"I loved watching you suck Liam's penis." Humiliation rose from deep within myself as I heard my own words. "I loved to see your tongue lick up the stem and take the end in your mouth. I got so turned on when... he reached orgasm and he came..." The last part almost caught in my throat. "I loved to see the come in your mouth and the way you cleaned him with your tongue afterwards."
Becky relaxed again, laying back in her bath. "Tell me more things you liked me doing."
"I enjoyed watching him have sex with you and seeing his hard penis thrusting into you, but the best bit was when you climaxed with him and I was locked helpless in my cock cage."
"Would you like that to happen again?"
"Yes, Becky, I really would," I answered with enthusiasm, and I meant it.
"Do you want to suffer for me again?"
"Yes, Becky, I will take any amount of suffering you want me to take."
That was what she wanted to hear. She had me exactly where she wanted me. This depth of dominance and submission had not been foreseen by either of us, but I think we both felt it was what we wanted. She gave no response; none was needed, our roles had been set, a new order had been established.
After a half hour bathing, Becky stood up and climbed out of the bath. I was ready to wrap a large bath towel around her, and I stood in attendance as she dried herself. The time had been surreal as we had played out the scenario, but gradually we were both drifting back to reality. Tease and denial suited us both, to an extreme maybe, but as my arousal faded, I felt I didn't want to reach a point where I acted completely like a slave. I sensed the same from Becky.
"Why don't you go and get dressed while I clean my teeth, I'd love a coffee. I won't be long," she said to me. It was so good to hear her speak in her normal way; it was as if the spell had been broken.
I snapped out of my deep submissive state. "Ok."
Twenty minutes later, she emerged from the bedroom dressed in a pair of old jeans and oversized T-shirt to join me on the settee where I was reading a magazine. Two mugs of steaming coffee stood on the table. She was brushing her hair as she approached me, then, she dropped her brush on the floor, got on the settee and straddled me, sitting across my legs facing me. She placed the soft palms of her hands on either side of my face and kissed me with passion. Her tongue explored my mouth, and I responded. The connection seemed to last for ages before, at last, our lips parted.
"What was that for?" I asked, weakly.
"That was to say how much I love you. It was to thank you for playing my little game, for being so good to me." She moved in again and the passion continued for more minutes.
"You know Liam means absolutely nothing to me and he never will. You mean everything to me, and you always will. I just want to make sure you know that."
"If I didn't know already, I think I do now," I said, resting my hands on Becky's hips.
She gave me one more quick kiss on the lips and fell off me to the side just as the outside doorbell rang. We looked at each other as if to say 'You go'. Becky wrinkled her nose at me to weaken my resolve.
"Hello," I said, into the speaker.
