The Matriarchy Is Coming.

Concerning Cuckolding Part 6

Dessert was a spectacular finish to an amazing meal. Our margaritas were long since depleted so we had returned to drinking the wine that Ian had brought out. That, and the meal, had calmed Dillon down dramatically. He had gone from wanting to run straight to the bedroom and get naked, to wanting to sip some wine and talk for a while. I can honestly say that I was in the same frame of mind. I had drunk a little too much before dinner, but the food had soaked much of that up and now I felt pleasantly content. I began to worry that maybe there had been too much food, and that Ian had somehow put us into food comas, but my fears were allayed when Dillon mentioned that he was having a great time chatting, and that he was glad to not have anything to do tomorrow morning so that this evening wouldn’t need to be rushed.

I also found out the next day that Ian had purposefully given Dillon a bit too much food; not to end the evening, but to slow Dillon down. Ian was worried that as frenzied as the young man was getting, that he might do a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am thing when we got to the bedroom. Ian was worried that a bad experience would sour my desire to ever cuckold him again. He was doing everything he could to make this evening perfect.

Dillon and I sat there for quite some time, mostly discussing school. He was still going for his first degree, and I had gotten my third three years before. I was planning on going back to school in January to make my associates in nursing a bachelor’s, so that I could expand the range of what I could do. The two bachelor’s I had received before were in politics. They were supposed to have given me the skills to be an ambassador. The school never mentioned that without experience, or very wealthy parents, I was barely qualified to be a secretary to a secretary in a mayor’s office. To make matters worse, I couldn’t even find a job with that much prestige. The jobs I did find were assistant positions to political lawyers, and within a year, I had my fill of being ordered to create barely honest documents to confuse or manipulate constituents. I’m so glad I went back to school and switched to nursing. I get to truly make people’s lives better every day in ways a politician never could.

It was getting close to seven-thirty when Ian interrupted are lovely conversation to mention that everything else was cleaned up, and asked if we would like to retire to the living room where we would be more comfortable…and he could clean the table. I decided that wouldn’t do.

“No. I think we would like to retire to the bedroom.” I said with my eyes levelled at Ian. I turned to Dillon and continued. “Wouldn’t we, lover?”

“I think that’s a grand idea, my dear.” He responded. He pushed his chair back and stood. I pushed my chair back and found Dillon’s hand suddenly thrust out to help. I took his hand and stood.

“Thank you, kind sir.” I smiled. He smiled back and I started melting again.

“I need to be excused for a few minutes. Can I meet you at your room?”

“Absolutely.” I responded. I watched his bum as he left the room. Damn, that’s a great ass!

I looked down at the table and noticed there wasn’t much there to clean up. A couple of wine glasses, an empty bottle of Riesling, two napkins and some crumbs. I knew it wouldn’t take Ian long to clean it up, and that he’d soon be in the bedroom as well, but I wanted a few minutes alone with Dillon before Ian came in. I also wanted to make sure than Ian and I were on the same page.

“Ian.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He said casting his eyes on the floor. He just stood there, naked except for a cage that was containing his tiny penis. At the moment, he wasn’t overly aroused, so his small dick not only wasn’t straining at the bars of the chastity device, there was room for him to grow yet. I swear he has the tiniest limp penis I’ve ever seen! That thing shrinks up until it looks like it may climb up inside somewhere.

“I used your name, Ian. That means we’re taking a break from your formal slavery at the moment.” I said. He looked up at me with a confused look on his face.

“What’s wrong, Ana?”

“Nothing is wrong. I just want to make sure that this is what you want.”

“Yes, my love! More than anything!” He said emphatically. He came over to me and kissed me gingerly on the lips. I pulled away and put my right hand on his chest.

“I don’t think you understand what’s going on here.”

“I do. Trust me, Ana. I want this! There’s nothing else to understand.”

“Yes, there is.” I said. I felt my eyes watering up a little bit. “I don’t want to do this for you.” Ian’s face took on a look of concern.

“But you’ve come so far? I thought you were enjoying yourself. Don’t you like him?”

“I like him just fine, but that’s not what…”

“Is there something I can do? Whatever it is I can fix it!” I hate being interrupted by irrational slave boys, so I snapped.

“Shut up and let me finish!” Ian recoiled at my words.

“I’m sorry, Mi…Ana. Please continue.” I took a breath before continuing.

“What I’m trying to say is that I don’t want to do this for you anymore. I want to do it for me.” I looked at his face and saw the surprise that first appeared, grow into shock and fear as I continued. “I was against this idea from the beginning, but I knew that you really wanted to experience this. I assumed it was one of those ‘do it once before I die’ type things, so I acquiesced. I figured I’d fuck this boy once, right in front of you, and you’d get it out of your system, but I don’t think that’s going to happen.”

“Why not? Is there something wrong with him?”

“No. On the contrary, everything is right with him. He’s handsome, well-built, charming, intelligent and hung like a god! There’s absolutely nothing wrong with him.”

“Then why don’t you want to have sex with him?” The confusion on his face was plainly painted on.

“It’s not that I don’t want to have sex with him. I want to have sex with for me. I don’t want to do this for you. I want this for me, and I’ll tell you right now; if I fuck him once and like it, I’m going to want to fuck him again. I’m not going to be able to stop.”

“Oh.” Ian said thoughtfully.

“Yeah.” I responded. A minute of silence passed before Ian spoke.

“Well, that’s the risk I’ve taken in this.” He looked me directly in the eyes. “I know I have a small dick. I know it doesn’t provide you with enough pleasure.” I started to interrupt, but this time he put his finger on my lips to shush me. “Most of the time, you need to use a vibrator on your clit to get off when I’m inside you. I know I provide just as much stimulation as a finger. I want you to have more. I worship you and I want you to feel pleasure, even if I can’t provide. Is it going to hurt me to watch another give you what I can’t? Yes it is. I am sure I am going to have moments of intense jealousy, and I’m going to do my best to keep that to myself so as not to burden you with it, but my pain is worth your pleasure. I assume that is why I have sexualized this in my mind. My love for you, and my inadequacy, has made me horny for you to cuckold me. You don’t need to feel guilty. I will enjoy this in some deeply deviant way, but you need to do it, and I believe it is best that you do it for you.”

“Do you really feel that way?” I asked, wiping a couple of tears from eyes.

“Yes.” He smiled at me, but then his face took on a look of thoughtfulness. “There is one thing you could do for me.”

“Treat you horribly, beat you often, peg mercilessly and humiliate you more often?” I said sarcastically.

“Well there’s always that.” He attested and I giggled. “But, reminding me that no matter how many men you sleep with, and however often you sleep with them, you always remind me that I’m your slave and that you’ll keep me around forever.” I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him tightly.

“Fear not, my love. I’m never let my slave go. You will serve me forever.”

After a minute or so, I broke the embrace by sliding my hands down his arms and grabbing his hands as I backed away. I wiped the last tears from eyes and looked at my husband. He was still naked, save for a cock cage, smiling lovingly at me the same way as the day we were married. I smiled back and tilted my head slightly before speaking.

“Clean up this mess. When you are done you go and kneel in the hallway next to my bedroom door. I want your nose to the wall and your hands behind your back. I will call you in when I feel like, and not a second sooner. You will not complain about this. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Ian said with his eyes cast to the floor and his cage filled with angry purple skin squeezing through the bars.

“Good.” I smacked his ass once as I walked past him. “Get to work.”

I went from the dining room, through the kitchen and on to the hallway bathroom. The door was closed, and I thought I hurt some grunting through the door. Dillon had been in there for the entire time that Ian and I had been talking; which was a bit longer than it takes to pee. I knocked out of worry.

“Is everything okay, Dillon?”

“Oh yes, everything is fine! I’ll be out shortly!” He called through the door. I assumed he needed to go number two and continued down the hall to the master bath, where I used some eyedrops to make it look less like I had been crying, and to adjust the very little makeup I was wearing. To be honest, I never wear makeup. I’m not that good at applying it, and Ian hates the smell of it, so I rarely ever use it. I did for this occasion, but only a very little bit.

After straightening myself up, I went back down the hall to the bedroom where I found my husband kneeling on the floor next to the door. His nose pressed against the floral wallpaper, his arms behind his back and his cute little bum sticking out from the position. I patted him on the head as I entered the room.

“Good boy.” I said. He shuddered. After how hard I tried earlier to get one little quiver of excitement, I get one this easily? I rolled my eyes.

Inside my bedroom everything was amazing. The bed was made to perfection. There were several candles lit around the room and the lights were dimmed. The only thing it was missing was a certain boytoy I planned on playing with, but I didn’t have to wait long. I didn’t get more than ten seconds to take in the room before I felt his strong arms wrap around me from behind. His mouth went right to kissing my neck.

“I like what you did with your slave.” He whispered. “I would have beaten you into the room if I hadn’t stepped out of the bathroom and saw him kneeling there. I had to go back in the bathroom and force myself to stop laughing.” I started giggling.

“I know. He’s hilariously pathetic, isn’t he?” I made sure to say it loudly enough that Ian could hear.

I spun around in Dillon’s arms so that I could plant my lips on his. He must have had the same idea, because he moved in before I had a chance to lean forward. His tongue pressed hungrily at my mouth until I had no choice but to let him invade me. The kiss was passionate, yet brutal and someone animalistic, and I loved every minute of it. It had been so long since I had been with a man with some aggressiveness, and I found myself drawn to it, despite my inclinations to be dominant.

The kiss seemed to last forever, and in every position possible. At times I was straining my head to look up and accept his warm mouth. At others he had brought his shoulders down to face me straight on. It ended with him easily lifting me up and holding me by my ass as I wrapped my legs around him. The whole time, our lips were touching, and our tongues were probing. He finally set me down, smiled at me and pulled of his argyle sweater. He reached up to take off his shirt, but I stopped him. He began to protest, but I shushed him.

“Slave boy, come in here now.” I called out. Ian crawled in through the doorway, placed his hands on the floor in front of him and then his forehead on his outstretched hands.

“I am here, Mistress.” His voice was a bit muffled from his mouth facing the floor.

“Kneel and watch. I want you to see me undress the man who’s going to replace you in my bed.” Ian brought himself to upright position, but still on his knees, and stared directly into my eyes. I saw the anticipation and fear, even in the dimmed light the room sported, in my husband’s eyes. I smile viscously, lustfully and then turned back to Dillon. I made eye contact with him.

Slowly I reached up and undid the top button of his shirt. He took in a deep breath and his massive, muscular chest caused his shirt to stretch. I began to wonder if a really deep breath might make the buttons explode all at once from the pink dress shirt. I continued to the second button and the third, eventually making my way to his pants. The shirt was tucked in, and I knew I lacked the strength to just pull it out, so I unlatched his belt instead. The shirt should come free once his pants were open. I reached for the hook holding his pants together, but there was no way I’d get that open while he was standing. He confidently reached down and popped the latching hook for me.

“There you are, baby.” He said, looking at me lustfully. I began to think of how I originally wanted to discuss a set of ground rules when he got here, but never made it that far. Oh, how I hate being called baby. I put my finger on his lips and shook my head, hoping he’d get the point not ever call me ‘baby’ again.

I grabbed the zipper and open his pants. I was able to unbutton the last button on his shirt. I grabbed the pink fabric and pulled it free of the gray dress pants. The open shirt allowed me access to his chest and abs, which felt rock hard as I ran my hands over them. Each muscle was so well-defined that I could name them from top to bottom without being able to see a single one. At that moment, two things occurred to me. The first was that it was too damned dark in this room for me to enjoy this experience. I don’t have great night vision, and six candles spread around the room wasn’t going to do it for me.

The other thing I realized was that the reason Dillon was grunting in the bathroom was because he had been in there doing push-ups and sit-ups, and who knows what else, to get his muscles to bulge out like this. I couldn’t tell if I should be flattered that he wanted me to see him at his best, or if I should laugh because of such a vain attempt to impress me. Either way, I kept mouth shut about that, but not the lights.

“Slave boy!”

“Yes, Mistress?”

“It’s too dark for me to enjoy this sexy man. Turn the lights up.”

“Yes, Mistress!” He immediately crawled to the dimmer switch that control the light on the ceiling fan in our room. He turned it up a few notches and everything came into focus. Dillon’s chest and abs looked like a Greek marble sculpture. I ran my hands all over him again, this time being able to see his gorgeous body with my eyes as well. Eventually, I ran my hands up toward his shoulders inside his shirt. I had to get on my tip toes to reach all they way over to push his shirt down onto his arms. Once there, he jiggled a small amount and the shirt fell to the floor, exposing his defined biceps, triceps and forearms. My goodness, he’s so hot!

He bent his elbows and put his hands in mine. He bent down and placed his lips on mine again and we kissed there, right in front of my kneeling husband, who was suffering far more than I knew. About this time, he realized one thing about cuckolding: he’s not fond of watching me kiss other guys. Fucking them he’s okay with, but kissing them seems a bit too personal. Either way, my pleasure may be his pain, but it was also his deepest desire, and that’s what we had agreed was what we both wanted.

I pulled back eventually. I let go of his hands and then reached forward, hooking his pants with my thumbs in an effort to pull them down, but he had other ideas. He stopped me and pulled my hands up over my head. Then he reached around and grabbed the tie string behind my dress. He deftly pulled the knot loose. I felt as the thin dress released and spread widely around me. He reached down, and in one fluid movement pulled dress straight off over my head. Now only my slip and my bra remained, and I wanted them gone as well. I reached down to grab the slip myself, but he pulled my hands to my sides and held them there before smiling down at me.

“I’ve been waiting unwrap this package for hours. I’d appreciate it if you let me do it myself.”

“As you wish. It’s your gift to do with as you please.” I said. Then I reviewed the words I said and wondered if I could have come up with a lamer retort. Alas, I did move on.

He placed his hands on my waist. He pushed one forward and pulled the other back to get me to spin around. I glanced over to my right and saw Ian kneeling on the floor, watching in anticipation and my shirtless boyfriend was about to expose my nearly naked body, he knew he could nothing to stop it at this point. I smiled cruelly at him as I felt my slip being pulled up; exposing my nicely shaped ass. I arched my back as the fabric rose and felt my bum rest against Dillon’s front. I lifted my arms as I felt the cloth reach my breasts so that he could easily lift it up and off. I felt the breeze as Dillon tossed the slip to the floor, and I lowered my arms in response, instinctively covering my sex with my hands. Dillon responded pulling me closer from behind and planting his lips on neck again. I tilted my head to give him plenty of access.

Suddenly, the hands at my waist became adventurous and started moving around my upper body. I felt his right hand rubbing across my toned tummy, and his left moved up to cup my right breast. I felt trapped in his muscular embrace. He could hold me here forever and I couldn’t stop him. Good thing I didn’t want him too.

A few more minutes of him exploring me while kissing my neck was interrupted by his hands gently going to my waist; pressuring me to spin and face him. His lips met mine again for a long passionate embrace that was so encompassing, I never noticed him unlatch my bra. When he pushed us apart, I started when my brassier fell down to my elbows. I instinctively grabbed it to pull it back up, but he stopped me. He pulled it down off my arms and tossed it aside.

“It’s my gift to unwrap and do with as I please, remember?” His smile conveyed intent to consume, and honestly, it seemed a bit scary, but that’s what I wanted at that moment, so it was perfect.

He reached down and pushed his pants over his hips. The weight of belt, and his wallet, made the thin polyester cloth fall to the floor with a thud. Now, the only thing between me and infidelity was a thin pair of pink bikini briefs with a long bulge running sideways in it; a bulge that was so enticing that my hand instinctively reached out. Before long, I found myself running my fingers along it, mesmerized by its pulsing from my gentle touch.

“That’s nice, but I think skin on skin will feel much better.” He said after groaning from my ministrations.

‘I’d be happy to remove these.” I said coyly while hooking a finger on the waistband, but I stopped short when he placed his hand on mine.

“Not yet.” He winked at me, and I’m sure I looked confused as hell. “Slave boy! Come over here and uncover my cock so I can use it to give her the pleasure she so rightly deserves!” Ian glanced at me pleadingly.

“You heard him! Get over here and do as you’re told.” I said. Ian’s eyes lit up with excitement and he instantly moved to crawl over. He was a little stiff from kneeling for so long, so it took a second to get going. He made it seem as fluid as possible though to keep the moment going. Meanwhile, Dillon leaned over like he was kissing my neck and whispered how he hoped I didn’t mind about this. He had even practiced what he was going to say a hundred times, so he’d say it perfectly. I just giggled. Obviously, he was just as much of deviant little pervert as Ian, just on the other end of the spectrum.

Once Ian arrived in front of us, I stepped to Dillon’s left side and watched Ian kneeled directly in front of Dillon. Ian normally keeps his eyes downcast when called, but he was too mesmerized by the giant chunk of man meat in front of him. He just knelt there staring at it.

“Well, you little bitch? Are you going to pull down my underwear or not?” Dillon asked menacingly.

Ian didn’t have to be told twice. He reached up, locked his fingers on either side of Dillon’s pink undies and pulled them down slowly. At first, Dillon’s member seemed caught in the fabric, but as Ian pulled down farther, his cock sprang free and shot forward; bobbing up and down like a lawn ornament on a spring. Ian let the bikini briefs fall to Dillon’s ankles as he gazed deeply at the giant dick before him. To me it was impressive, but to Ian it appeared hypnotic. He just continued to stare at it as if it weren’t possible such a thing could exist. Dillon just watched as Ian got lost in viewing his erection. After a few minutes past, he spoke.

“Have you gotten a good look at it?”

“Y…Y…Yes, Sir.” Ian stammered.

“Good.” He smiled cruelly down at Ian. “Kiss it.” Ian looked up with his eyes wide open. He began to say something, but Dillon was having no arguments at this point. He looked at me and spoke. “Make your slave kiss it.”

Now that sounded like an order, and I was not used to that at all. Even though I seemed to be enjoying his aggressive demeanor in our interaction so far, and even the fact I had that one sex dream of him dominating me, I had no intention of being submissive.

“That didn’t sound like you were asking me.” I said it. I didn’t care if it destroyed the mood and if the night ended. I didn’t actually want to be dominated.” Dillon looked at me angrily at first, then disappointingly. A few seconds later, he seemed to accept his position.

“Please forgive me. I got too into this.”

“Apology accepted.” I smiled and ran my hand up his chest as I leaned my lips up. He bent down and kissed me for a quick smooch. Afterward, he asked me for something else.

“Can you at least tell him to obey my orders?” I thought for a moment and concluded that might not be wise. At least, not at first.

“No. He obeys me and me only, but I will order him to do what you want within reason.”

He seemed very disappointed by this but getting to fuck me seemed worth putting up with a few rules, so he just nodded. Once again, I wished I had stuck to the plan of discussing a set of rules before we started. I turned to Ian.

“Kiss it.”

Ian looked up at me horrified. This was pushing him to the limits of humiliation he could handle, but I didn’t care at that point. He had pushed me to do things I wasn’t yet comfortable with, so he was going to get the same.

“Did I stutter?”

“N…No, Mistress.”

“Then do as you were told.” Ian turned and face the dick bobbing in his face. He leaned forward slowly and gave it a peck on the tip.

“You realize you just kissed the head of the cock that’s going to be in your wife, right?” Dillon sounded like a bully torturing a kid in a school yard, and Ian was shuddering with excitement. I couldn’t see his tiny pecker from my position, but I was sure it screaming to be free from its bindings.

“Yes, Sir.” Ian said, casting his eyes to the floor. Dillon laughed like a victorious supervillain in a comic book. It honestly seemed a bit much, but he was enjoying, and Ian seemed to be okay with, so I did not point out how dorky it seemed.

“Ana” Dillon was looking at me when I gazed back up at him. “Would you be so kind as to make him put it in his mouth?”

I swear to the Goddess, I nearly fainted. Now don’t get me wrong, the idea of having Ian suck a cock in front of me was one of my greatest fantasies, and I knew Ian would not only do it, yet love doing it, but I didn’t think that today was going to be that day, nor did I think that the first cock I’d see him sucking would be such a large one. Furthermore, I was surprised that Dillon would be okay with it. The stereotypical pink obsession aside, he didn’t seem the bisexual type.

“I wasn’t aware you were interested in guys, too.” I just came out. Totally not sexy. Totally stopped the momentum. Totally stupid thing to say. Luckily, Dillon recovered us quickly.

“I’m not into guys. But I am turned on by the idea of the husband of the woman I’m about to fuck having to debase himself before me. I don’t want to be anywhere near his dick, nor do I want to fuck him or have him fuck me. All I want is a couple minutes of him suffering while slobbering on my cock before I lay with his wife.”

Well, that’s not exactly a mentally healthy attitude, and I’m not sure what experiences in his past produced the psychology that fuels this fetish, but he was in luck this day because the couple he was with were willing participants. I smiled at him and spoke.

“Wait right here.”

I bolted out the bedroom door and tore through the house to breakfast nook. I grabbed my phone of the charger and ran back to bedroom as quickly as I could. I burst into the room moved, turned the dimmer switch all the way up on the wall and came over to stand a few feet away from them.

Ian knelt there in front of Dillon with his mini-penis straining at its cage, and Dillon was standing, naked in all his glory, rippling muscles everywhere with a quickly deflating cock. They both were staring at me.

“Is there something wrong Ana” He turned toward me and looked concerned. “Have I gone too far? I can scale it back.” He raised his arms in a non-threatening gesture of ‘I give up’. He was pleasantly surprised when I spoke.

“Oh goodness, no. Everything’s great!” I smiled devilishly, “I just want pictures of Ian giving his first blowjob, so I ran and got my phone! This things supposed to take pictures and video!”

Dillon smiled, instantly relieved. He turned back to Ian and grabbed the base of his cock. It had gone limp and he planned to stroke it hard again, but I stopped him.

“No, don’t do that. I want to watch him suck you from limp to hard. That will make it even better!”

“As you wish, my lady.” He winked and let his seven and half inches of flaccid manhood hang less than a hands width from Ian’s face.

I’d love to say at this point everything went smoothly, but I’m not going to lie. It’s something I never do in my writing and there is a reason for that: Not all things go smoothly and that’s okay! Sometimes there’s a hiccup that makes the action come to a grinding halt, but you can always get back into it and start the fun again! And, that’s exactly what we did…after both Ian and Dillon spent ten minutes each trying to figure out how to use the camera in my new phone, and then another ten minutes to go through the arduous task of teaching me how to use it as well. Needless to say, we all felt a bit like cold water had gotten dumped on us, but we persevered!

So, what happened next was phenomenal! Ian was kneeling on the floor in front of a huge limp dick belonging to a muscle-covered hunk, Dillon (the hunk) was standing in a way that would terrify most men who may face off against him in battle, and I was off to the side of them with my new camera phone at the ready, when I said the magic words.

“Action.”

I hit the record button. A second later Ian leaned in tentatively and stuck out his tongue. He tilted his head back tried to get the tip of the phallus in front of him to rest on his tongue long enough the he might be able to get it enter his mouth. Unfortunately, he couldn’t tilt his head back far enough to get the head to just fall into his open mouth. He would have had no problems if he could have used his hands to grab the member and just line it up, but I had forbidden him to use his hands.

Watching him struggle trying to get it into his mouth was delightful. He kept going at from different directions; failing each time he tried. The cock was getting wetter and wetter from all the licking Ian was doing, but it wasn’t yet hard. And, Dillon not being attracted to guys, as well as losing his intense arousal from the camera phone incident, wasn’t getting hard at all. I was on the verge of laughing when I looked up at Dillon and realized wasn’t really enjoying this much.

“I think I need a better view.” I said and moved along side Dillon. Doing my best to hold the phone steady without being able to see it, I leaned up and started kissing my new boytoy. He kissed me back hungrily. We did this for nearly a minute. Then I looked down and saw that Ian had made no progress whatsoever, but Dillon’s cock had inflated slightly. I looked back up at Dillon. He sported an expression that said he was just humoring me at this point, so I decided to take it up a notch.

I handed the phone to Dillon and mouthed the phrase ‘keep filming’ before giving him one more quick kiss. I then looked down at Ian and put on my ‘displeased bitch face’ before speaking.

“Is there a problem, slave boy?” Ian looked up, saw my face and spoke.

“No, Mistress.” He spoke with his eyes downcast.

“Then why isn’t my boyfriend hard?”

“I don’t know, Mistress.”

“I think I do. I think you aren’t trying hard enough.” He looked up and saw a viscous smile on my face. “I believe some punishment is in order. We’ll start with this first.”

I grabbed Dillon’s cock with my left hand. My intention was to just lift it up and stuff it in Ian’s mouth, but once I had it in my hand, I have to say I was impressed by the weight of it. I had touched Ian’s little guy many times, but I had never felt like I was picking up something. This felt like I had picked up link of ring bologna at the store. It had been so long that I had forgotten what a real cock felt like in my hands. I began to get mesmerized by the tactile experience of rolling it around it my fingers. After a moment. I shook off the cloudiness in mind so I could go back to the task at hand. I grabbed Ian by his hair with my right hand.

“Open wide.” I demanded. Ian opened his mouth a bit. “Wider!” He complied, so I pulled both hands together jamming the head passed his lips and on to his waiting tongue. “Now suck!”

I let go of both Ian’s head and Dillon’s cock and just watched. Slowly, but surely, Ian moved his head back and forth; letting the last three inches of Dillon’s meat move in and out of his mouth. Dillon didn’t react at first, but after a few minutes of filming the sucking, he groaned a little and started thrusting his hips forward when Ian was moving in.

“Tell him to keep using his tongue. That feels great.”

“You heard him, cocksucker. Keep using the tongue.” Ian redoubled his effort and Dillon seemed to begin enjoying it even more. I grabbed the phone back and went in for a close up on Ian just as Dillon was reaching full mast. I tell you, ladies: there is nothing like watching your tiny-dicked husband suck a hard nine-inch cock!

Then all too soon it ended. Dillon backed up, yanking his cock from Ian’s mouth. Ian knelt there confused, gasping like a fish and looking disappointed. I stopped filming. My phone beeped at me and flashed up a message that I had used all available memory and that I had to delete something for the camera to work again, so I set it on the end table. Fun while it lasted!

“You sure that’s the first cock he’s sucked? He seems too skilled. I closed my eyes for a couple seconds, forgot he was a guy, and nearly came.” Dillon asserted. I laughed, thinking he was saying things to help humiliate Ian, but I found out later he was dead serious and had come close to cumming. Turns out that Ian had been practicing on dildos in case I ever made him give head. What a good slave boy I have!

“It’s his first cock, but it would figure a wimpy little bitch like him would take to it like a fish to water.” I laughed again. “You know, it may just be his calling to warm up my boyfriends for me.”

“I can see him being successful at it.” He smiled at me and moved back into position in front of Ian. “So, are we done with this now? I’d really like to get to showing this wimp how a real man pleases a woman.”

“Just one thing left.” I winked at him. “Would you grab me the belt from your pants, please?” He figured out exactly what I planned to do with it and smiled.

“With pleasure, my lady.” He bent down and pulled the belt from his pants. He handed it to me and then moved out of the way, his hard cock adorably bobbing all over the whole time. I set my sights on Ian.

“Slave boy! Get up and put your hands behind your head.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He replied dutifully. He quickly stood and turned to face the bed. He laced his fingers together behind his neck.

“Not that way. I want you to face Dillon.” Ian slumped a bit. He was hoping to get out of seeing any more of Dillon’s face smirking at him. By this point, he had experienced enough humiliation to last for a while, but I hadn’t yet, so he would have no choice but to endure.

“Yes, Mistress.” He turned and faced Dillon, who was shaking his head and chuckling. Ian turned red from embarrassment. I moved behind Ian and lined up for a good line of strike.

“Now, I’m getting tired. We’ve been at this for over an hour and I still haven’t gotten laid, so this is not going to last long. But there are a couple of things I need to address.” I brought the belt down on his ass. He jumped a little and he looked down. “Keep eye contact with Dillon!” I swatted him again.

“Yes, Mistress!” He yelped as he looked up at the man I’d be sleeping with soon.

“The first is that we are here tonight because you wanted it. Admit it.”

“Yes, Mistress. This was all caused by me.” I brought the belt down on his ass three more times.

“And do you have any regrets?”

“No, Mistress.” I swung the belt five more times.

“Did you really mean this was about my pleasure?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Five more strikes.

“And finally, do you still want me to go through with this? And, before you answer, realize this: once this door opens, it will not close. If I want to sleep with Dillon again; I will. I want to sleep with someone else; I will. If I want to sleep with someone without you present; I ill. After Dillon and I make love, here on our bed, you will no longer have rights over my sex life at all. So, decide now: do you want me to go through with this?” There wasn’t even a pause.

“More than anything…Ana.” He used my name, and that’s when I knew that this was what he truly wanted. I moved in front of him and kissed him tenderly. I smiled at him while I pulled away and grabbed his cage to give it a shake as I moved behind him again.

“I think we have an understanding.” I smiled over at Dillon with a need I hadn’t felt in a long time. “Are you ready?”

“I’ve been ready for hours.” He walked over to me and planted a kiss on my lips, while Ian stood right next to us with his hands still behind his head. “Just one last thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Would you make your slave kneel again?” Without breaking eye contact with Dillon I spoke my command.

“Kneel slave boy.” Ian dropped to the floor.

Dillon smiled again and the turned to face Ian. He put his much large cock right in my husbands face; bringing the tip to within an inch of Ian’s mouth.

“I know I’m not allowed to give you orders, so I’m going to give you an ultimatum instead. If you want to see me fuck your wife, you have to kiss the head of my cock and beg me to fuck her. Otherwise I’m leaving.”

Ian turned so red with embarrassment I was worried he couldn’t do it and I wouldn’t get to sleep with Dillon. After further thought, I was sure it was a bluff because that boy wanted to fuck me badly. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was, when Ian leaned forward, kissed Dillon’s cock and spoke.

“Please, I beg you to fuck my wife with your superior cock, Sir.” Dillon smiled and slapped his rock-hard cock lightly against Ian’s face a couple of times.

“Well, that wasn’t hard for you at all. Man, you’re a pussy. No wonder you brought me here.” He then turned to me. “That’s all I needed.”

“Awesome.” I smiled wrapping arms around his shoulders. With our height difference, I’m sure I looked a bit like someone hanging from an outcropping off a cliff, but that only lasted briefly. He quickly swooped me up in his arms and laid me on the bed.

He climbed on the bed next to me and moved in to kiss me again, which I let him do, but I stopped it quickly when I noticed Ian kneeling right next to the bed with his hands still behind his head. I pointed at the far end of the room.

“Hands down, stand in that corner and make no noise. If you do, I’ll make you face the corner so you can hear us but not see anything. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” There was a look of disappointment on his face that he wasn’t going to get a closeup view, but it was just too unnerving for me to have someone watching me that close. He got up and moved across the room, and that’s when Dillon really warmed up!