Part 1
Ryan knew he was a pathetic lump of a man. He knew it in his soul as he knelt naked on the floor of the home he shared with his wife and children. He stared down at his phone waiting for HIS next instruction. Ryan had not been allowed to cum for weeks and his balls were sore with anticipation. His tiny cock looked somehow even smaller as it stood at attention in his hands. HE had made him edge for 15 minutes already, kneeling there, his knees were beginning to hurt. His wife, Christina was out at the doctors, she would be gone for a while, he needed to finish before she got back or she would be furious with him for playing with himself.
Christina for her part was sitting alone in a waiting room, clad in her sensible jeans and sweater ensemble, she was not expecting a message from HIM. She had read HIS stories on Fetlife, her fingers idly rubbing her pleasure center between her legs as she read about the couples HE had dominated, how HE took women as he wanted to, as she wished to be by her husband, pathetic cuck as he was. HE started off fast, dominating the conversation.
"What are you wearing?" She answered, he rebuked her for her lack of detail, she blushed slightly, why did she care to impress him? She answered better.
"How often do you masturbate" This was a personal question, but Christina answered it, her legs crossed tightly subconsciously as she addressed the growing heat and moisture in her snatch.
He told her to tell him when she was in her car, her pussy moistened at the thought of what was going to happen, but HE refused to share the details of what HE was going to make her do.
While his wife was sitting in a puddle of her juices, Ryan continued to kneel on the floor. HE had allowed him to cum, but he couldnt! The edging had wound him up so tightly that he couldnt climax. HE revoked his permission and told Ryan to continue to edge, that if he was a good boy he would be rewarded. As the small, hairy man continued to stroke his tiny cock at the command of his dominant, he felt anything but a 'good boy.'
Christina for her part was in her car, for all the world a respectable wife and mother getting herself together after a doctors visit. What the passerby would not see was her hand between her pressed thighs. HE had told her to rub her pussy for 2 minutes, no more or less, through her jeans. The beautiful blond did so, aware of the growing moisture looking more and more like she had wet herself. Visions of men using her body at both ends danced in front of her as HE allowed her to plunge a finger into her hungry cunt. She did so, but only for the 30 seconds allowed, not long enough to cum by a long shot.
HE told her to continue her errands, but as long as she was in her car, her hand was to be between her legs keeping her on edge, and if she did so than maybe HE would reward her.
Ryan was impatient, HE had not been responsive, only telling him that HE and his wife were talking and that her behavior would determine if Ryan could cum. He didnt know what this meant but he did know she would be home soon. He asked his dom if he could get dressed, the answer was no. What the hell was she going to say when she saw him like this?!
Christina was a hot mess by the time she pulled up to her home. Per her instructions she waited in the car for orders. She had never been this hot for a complete stranger, she was not used to being ordered around like a ***** and it excited her terribly. Finally he allowed her to enter her home. She walked in and shut the front door, the long hallway stood before her, it was empty.
Christina looked at her phone and saw her orders. She took off her boots, discarding them and then peeled off her jeans and panties, standing half naked in her own hallway. She turned, facing the door and knelt on the ground, ass in the air, face on thee ground like a dog. He told her to play with her pussy between her legs, this she did eagerly, her fingers sinking into the wet folds of her twat. She prayed for release.
Ryan heard the door shut and the commotion of his wife in the hall but he said nothing, just stayed on the floor like a 'good boy' and waited for her to walk in and yell at him for his perversion. But she didn't come, instead he got a message from HIM. He was ordered to walk into the hallway. He saw his wife, bent over like a dog, her ass in the air like an invitation and her fingers working on her wet pussy.
HE ordered him to crawl to his wife and sink his tongue into her ass and pussy and he obeyed. She would never let him touch her normally and now she was here, like a slave, a pet to him. Or rather, to HIM. Ryan plunged into his wife's nether regions, absorbing her scents and tastes. Her fingers abandon her pussy and go to her phone, receiving instructions no doubt.
Christina felt her husband's timid face enter her body, she pushed back against him wantonly and waiting on instructions from HIM, HE who had orchestrated this. HE who had ordered her submission to her cuck sissy husband. On HIS orders, she reached her slim hands behind her and pulled herself wide open for her man, feeling his tongue and nose against her holes and pushing back against him.
Ryan received a message, he read it bizarrely as half his face was buried in his wife and it told him to mount her. Like a horse being bred, he followed orders and lined up his tiny cock to the gaping wet chasm between her lets and he plunged in.
Christina felt him enter her but not like the sweet, tender lovemaking that had produced their children. this was rough and animalistic, it made her turned on to see herself in her minds eye being dominated so thoroughly. He reached over her and pulled her up by her hair. "Oh my god" she thought as she imagined herself in her fantasies being ridden like the slut she wanted to be. For the first time in a long time she came, hard, on her husband's dick, her juices mingling with his as he seeded her. Her phone lit up and she spun around, taking Ryan's already limp dick in her mouth and cleaning their juices off of it. He was petting her and telling her she was a good girl. Her pussy began to remoisten at his degrading words.
Ryan looked down on the mother of his children as she cleaned him up and pulled his dick out of her mouth. They both looked at their phones as they smiled at each other, and then she docilly crawled away to shower. As Ryan heard the water start he knelt on the floor once more and looked for the puddle of cum where she had been, and began to lick. HE had ordered him not to leave a mess, and at the end of the day HE was in charge...
Ryan knew he was a pathetic lump of a man. He knew it in his soul as he knelt naked on the floor of the home he shared with his wife and children. He stared down at his phone waiting for HIS next instruction. Ryan had not been allowed to cum for weeks and his balls were sore with anticipation. His tiny cock looked somehow even smaller as it stood at attention in his hands. HE had made him edge for 15 minutes already, kneeling there, his knees were beginning to hurt. His wife, Christina was out at the doctors, she would be gone for a while, he needed to finish before she got back or she would be furious with him for playing with himself.
Christina for her part was sitting alone in a waiting room, clad in her sensible jeans and sweater ensemble, she was not expecting a message from HIM. She had read HIS stories on Fetlife, her fingers idly rubbing her pleasure center between her legs as she read about the couples HE had dominated, how HE took women as he wanted to, as she wished to be by her husband, pathetic cuck as he was. HE started off fast, dominating the conversation.
"What are you wearing?" She answered, he rebuked her for her lack of detail, she blushed slightly, why did she care to impress him? She answered better.
"How often do you masturbate" This was a personal question, but Christina answered it, her legs crossed tightly subconsciously as she addressed the growing heat and moisture in her snatch.
He told her to tell him when she was in her car, her pussy moistened at the thought of what was going to happen, but HE refused to share the details of what HE was going to make her do.
While his wife was sitting in a puddle of her juices, Ryan continued to kneel on the floor. HE had allowed him to cum, but he couldnt! The edging had wound him up so tightly that he couldnt climax. HE revoked his permission and told Ryan to continue to edge, that if he was a good boy he would be rewarded. As the small, hairy man continued to stroke his tiny cock at the command of his dominant, he felt anything but a 'good boy.'
Christina for her part was in her car, for all the world a respectable wife and mother getting herself together after a doctors visit. What the passerby would not see was her hand between her pressed thighs. HE had told her to rub her pussy for 2 minutes, no more or less, through her jeans. The beautiful blond did so, aware of the growing moisture looking more and more like she had wet herself. Visions of men using her body at both ends danced in front of her as HE allowed her to plunge a finger into her hungry cunt. She did so, but only for the 30 seconds allowed, not long enough to cum by a long shot.
HE told her to continue her errands, but as long as she was in her car, her hand was to be between her legs keeping her on edge, and if she did so than maybe HE would reward her.
Ryan was impatient, HE had not been responsive, only telling him that HE and his wife were talking and that her behavior would determine if Ryan could cum. He didnt know what this meant but he did know she would be home soon. He asked his dom if he could get dressed, the answer was no. What the hell was she going to say when she saw him like this?!
Christina was a hot mess by the time she pulled up to her home. Per her instructions she waited in the car for orders. She had never been this hot for a complete stranger, she was not used to being ordered around like a ***** and it excited her terribly. Finally he allowed her to enter her home. She walked in and shut the front door, the long hallway stood before her, it was empty.
Christina looked at her phone and saw her orders. She took off her boots, discarding them and then peeled off her jeans and panties, standing half naked in her own hallway. She turned, facing the door and knelt on the ground, ass in the air, face on thee ground like a dog. He told her to play with her pussy between her legs, this she did eagerly, her fingers sinking into the wet folds of her twat. She prayed for release.
Ryan heard the door shut and the commotion of his wife in the hall but he said nothing, just stayed on the floor like a 'good boy' and waited for her to walk in and yell at him for his perversion. But she didn't come, instead he got a message from HIM. He was ordered to walk into the hallway. He saw his wife, bent over like a dog, her ass in the air like an invitation and her fingers working on her wet pussy.
HE ordered him to crawl to his wife and sink his tongue into her ass and pussy and he obeyed. She would never let him touch her normally and now she was here, like a slave, a pet to him. Or rather, to HIM. Ryan plunged into his wife's nether regions, absorbing her scents and tastes. Her fingers abandon her pussy and go to her phone, receiving instructions no doubt.
Christina felt her husband's timid face enter her body, she pushed back against him wantonly and waiting on instructions from HIM, HE who had orchestrated this. HE who had ordered her submission to her cuck sissy husband. On HIS orders, she reached her slim hands behind her and pulled herself wide open for her man, feeling his tongue and nose against her holes and pushing back against him.
Ryan received a message, he read it bizarrely as half his face was buried in his wife and it told him to mount her. Like a horse being bred, he followed orders and lined up his tiny cock to the gaping wet chasm between her lets and he plunged in.
Christina felt him enter her but not like the sweet, tender lovemaking that had produced their children. this was rough and animalistic, it made her turned on to see herself in her minds eye being dominated so thoroughly. He reached over her and pulled her up by her hair. "Oh my god" she thought as she imagined herself in her fantasies being ridden like the slut she wanted to be. For the first time in a long time she came, hard, on her husband's dick, her juices mingling with his as he seeded her. Her phone lit up and she spun around, taking Ryan's already limp dick in her mouth and cleaning their juices off of it. He was petting her and telling her she was a good girl. Her pussy began to remoisten at his degrading words.
Ryan looked down on the mother of his children as she cleaned him up and pulled his dick out of her mouth. They both looked at their phones as they smiled at each other, and then she docilly crawled away to shower. As Ryan heard the water start he knelt on the floor once more and looked for the puddle of cum where she had been, and began to lick. HE had ordered him not to leave a mess, and at the end of the day HE was in charge...
