We have added this story for a number of reasons. Firstly, my wife loved it because of it’s so genuine, but she also feels it would be great for our female readers considering a cuckold relationship.
Even if you’re only thinking about it as a bedroom fantasy, she thinks it will open so many doors, so here you go..
Husband in Training
Part 1: The Spark of Curiosity
Heather rose at dawn for her usual yoga class. Before slipping out the door, she paused by the bed and brushed a gentle kiss over her husband Arthur’s forehead. He stirred slightly but stayed asleep, a soft smile on his lips.
I love you, she thought warmly, tiptoeing out.
Even after years of marriage, those little moments still made her heart flutter.
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At yoga, Heather still felt relatively new — she didn’t know most people in class. But over the past couple of months, she’d begun to find her rhythm. She had become fast friends with Amber, a tall, striking woman with strong, defined legs and the casual grace of someone who spent years playing sports.
Amber’s 5’10 frame was muscular and curvy from her college soccer days, and she was one of the best athletes in the class — confident in every pose, comfortable in every room.
As soon as Heather walked into the studio that morning, Amber waved and patted the mat to her left, smiling wide.
Heather dropped her things and joined her. “You’re early.”
Amber grinned. “So are you. What’s gotten into you?”
“Energy to burn.”
Amber gave her a once-over. “Whatever it is, it’s working. You’re glowing.”
Heather flushed slightly but smiled. It wasn’t just kindness — Amber had said things like that before, but lately there was a new edge to her compliments. Heather had been working hard, and it showed. Her hourglass shape had become more defined; muscle hugged her thighs and hips, her waist looked tighter, her arms stronger. She didn’t just feel better — she looked it. Even at a glance.
After class, they walked across the street to their favorite bakery. The two of them had hit it off fast — shared politics, the same taste in books and wine, and a nearly codependent obsession with their dogs.
Amber’s extroverted energy had drawn Heather in easily. She was easy to talk to. And sometimes, when Amber dropped the act and said something honest and intimate, Heather felt that pull even more strongly.
They each grabbed a coffee and a pastry and found their usual spot in the corner.
“You know,” Amber said, tearing a corner off her croissant, “whatever you’re doing in the gym? It’s paying off.”
Heather laughed. “Thanks. I’ve been lifting more. Arthur has noticed.”
Amber smirked. “Let me guess. He’s locking up again?”
Heather gave a cautious smile. “Yeah. For a few weeks now. I didn’t even ask. He started doing it on his own.”
Amber raised an eyebrow. “That’s not just discipline. That’s submission.”
Heather shifted in her seat. “It’s just part of our thing. You know, teasing, kinky fun. We’ve always played like that a little. It’s not serious.”
Amber’s eyes sparkled. “No judgment. I think it’s hot. And honestly? That means you’re already halfway to something I wanted to talk to you about.”
Heather tilted her head.
Amber leaned in slightly. “OHeather. So. This might sound wild, but… I’ve been training my boyfriend, Mike. Not just in bed. Training him, conditioning him. Pavlov-style. Slow, subtle, intentional. And now? He’s my cuck.”
Heather blinked.
Amber grinned at her. “It didn’t happen overnight. I never even told him what I was doing. I just started connecting things he already enjoyed — small penis humiliation (SPH), chastity, worshipping my ass — with things I wanted. Bigger cock fantasies. Watching. Worship. I started small: only letting him stroke after he’d sniffed me. Letting him touch himself while I told him about the other men I wanted, the ones with big cocks. And every time I took something away — his orgasm, his dignity — I gave him something sweeter: my pleasure. My praise.”
“I started to say and do things intentionally that would nudge him in the right direction. I actually bought one of those cock sleeve toys — you gave me the idea unintentionally. One night when we were getting intimate, I told him I had a surprise for him and took it out. I had him look at it, and hold it, then sat on his face while I gently told him that I wanted to feel full and stretched, and how this is just a fun toy we could use to add a new sensation,” Amber recounted.
Heather’s mind was racing and her yoga pants were getting even wetter — this sounded similar to some of the play she and Arthur had already engaged in. She continued sipping her cappuccino while she listened, hoping to slightly disguise her intrigue.
“I sat on his face because he loves it — I knew if I did that, he could only listen as I explained, and he’d be much more open to what I wanted to do…I know my body makes him weak, so I used it to get what I want,” Amber said while letting out a chuckle.
Heather’s heart beat faster. “So… he just eventually accepted it?”
“It took time — but, yes. He wanted it. He just didn’t know yet. And I didn’t need him to know. I just needed him to feel good every time I took him a step deeper — a step closer.”
Amber sat back. “Now he gets off on being locked and teased while I’m out getting filled and stretched. Because I spent months rewiring his brain to make my pleasure the center of his.”
Heather stared at her. “That’s… insane.”
“It’s beautiful,” Amber beamed. “And it’s not a trick. I love him. I just… reshaped the way we love each other, with some training to better suit my needs.”
Heather felt her thighs press together under the table. Her mind raced. SPH, chastity, ass worship — those weren’t new. But using them deliberately? As part of something bigger? She was intrigued and she felt herself getting wet.
Amber sipped her coffee. “You’ve got the perfect setup. You’re already playing with chastity and teasing. He’s locking up for you. All you have to do now is take what turns him on… and twist it a bit, leading to more of what you want.”
“I know how you two play with cock sleeves and you’ve told me how you absolutely love the feeling of being stretched out…how you crave it even…” Amber offered.
Heather swallowed. “I don’t know if I could keep that kind of secret.”
Amber shrugged. “You don’t have to keep a secret. Just don’t name it. You don’t have to say the word cuck. Just…use his kinks to steer him there. Turn his own arousal into your tool. And of course, neither of you have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“And if Arthur already thinks it’s a hot fantasy, there are things you can do to nudge him toward wanting that fantasy to become reality,” Amber said, grinning mischievously and letting her words hang in the air before continuing.
A slow smile tugged at Heather’s lips.
Amber leaned in. “Start today. Don’t let him cum. Tease him about your desire for a bigger cock. Use his kinks to build the association. And the longer he’s denied, the more he’ll need you and the more he’ll feel compelled to do what pleases you. Once he needs you badly enough…”
Amber gave her a knowing look.
Heather’s heart thundered. She didn’t respond. She didn’t have to.
“He’s already halfway trained. You just haven’t finished the job yet,” Amber said, smirking.
“Hmmm I love that…I might just have to take your advice” Heather replied with a grin and a chuckle.
With a wink, Amber replied as she got up to head out, “You should! Let me know how it goes.”
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The door clicked behind Heather as she stepped into the quiet house. The sun had barely risen. After greeting the dogs and letting them outside, she moved through the hallway and into the bedroom, where Arthur stood near the dresser, already up and freshly showered, wearing only a towel around his waist.
“Morning, beautiful,” he said, turning to greet her.
Heather smiled and set her keys down.
Then her gaze dropped to the faint bulge under the towel. “Still locked, Art?” she asked casually.
Art nodded. “Yes, since last Thursday.”
Heather approached him, slowly circling. “That makes me happy,” She cooed. “You’ve been such a good pet lately, keeping it locked up for me all the time.”
She reached out and unwrapped the towel, letting it fall. The cage contained his growing cock, tight and unrelenting. She brushed one of her light-pink fingernails across the bars, watching him twitch.
Art inhaled sharply.
“Would you like to give my ass a few kisses, pet?” Heather purred.
“Yes, Mistress,” he responded.
“Good pet. Grab your collar and leash, your wrist and thigh cuffs, and my vibrator.”
As he returned with the toys and they fastened his cuffs and collar, she guided him. “Get on your knees,” she murmured softly.
Art obeyed instantly and as he faced her, she gave him a deep, teasing kiss, running her fingers and pretty nails over his face and lips.
She turned around and using his leash, guided his face into her legging-clad ass.
“Sniff, pet” she said as she spread her round ass cheeks apart. “I sweat a bit at yoga today, I hope I’m not too smelly.”
“Ugh, thank you Mistress,” Art blurted out before he took a deep sniff.
“That’s it, good pet…sniff again,” she gently commanded.
Art leaned in, inhaling deeply. A low groan slipped from his throat as he pressed his nose between her cheeks. He felt submissive, powerless, and compelled to obey her — he was dropping into subspace.
“You like the way I smell, don’t you pet?” Heather asked softly.
“Yes, Mistress,” Art whispered.
“Good. You’re not just sniffing me, pet. You’re taking in everything — my sweat, my workout, my arousal. It makes you weak and obedient. And that’s just how I like you.” She said.
She pulled her leggings down slowly — just enough to reveal the full curve of her ass. The scent of her workout clung to her skin — faintly musky, warm, intimate. She loved what that scent did to him.
“Sniff again.” She commanded — thinking to herself about Amber’s ‘training’ suggestions earlier. She had already been training him to be addicted to her ass, touching it, kissing it, smelling it, licking it — she didn’t even realize this until now.
Art moaned again, lips brushing against the curve of her ass cheek. She rocked her hips gently, letting her ass grind against his face, knowing it would make him fall even deeper into subspace.
“Would you like to lick my pretty ass, pet?”
“Mhmm…yes please,” Art responded, his words muffled by her ass as she was still slowly grinding it on his face.
“Get your tongue out.”
He obeyed, and she guided his face closer, his tongue gently running between her cheeks, just below the edge of her damp panties.
Heather closed her eyes.
“Amber told me something today,” she said slowly. “About how she only fucks big cocks. Thick ones. The kind that stretch her out and fill her up. And her husband? He kneels, just like you. Worships her. While someone else fills her up.”
Art whimpered against her, tongue flicking faster.
“Amber says her husband’s cock is small,” she added, casually. “But he knows she deserves more.”
She reached back and grabbed Art by the hair, pulling him in tighter.
“I want you to fuck my ass with your tongue pet.”
“Mhmm….yes, Mistress, thank you,” Art replied weakly, almost unable to think in a deep submissive haze. And Heather knew she was about to make his mind even hazier.
“You want me to have more, don’t you, pet?” She said, while backing her ass up onto his tongue — fucking it like a small cock. “You know I need something that can fill me. Something bigger than you.”
Art groaned, helpless, licking frantically.
“I deserve to sit on a nice thick cock that stretches me open…maybe while you’re locked up and licking. You’d just sniff and moan and worship me while I’m being properly fucked.”
She felt him trembling. “Say it,” she commanded.
“I want that for you, Mistress,” Art gasped. “You deserve more. You deserve… big cock.”
Heather moaned softly, rolling her hips over his face. “Good pet. That’s right. Keep your tongue out so I can show you how I’d fuck that nice big cock. You’re doing so well.”
She felt the heat building fast, sharp and electric. Her body shook with it. The scent of sweat, the hard cock cage, the vibrations of his tongue — it all tangled into one crashing wave of pleasure.
Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave. She pressed her vibrator down hard against her clit and pushed back on Art’s tongue, taking it deeper and moaning openly, shamelessly, as the world dissolved around her.
After a long moment, she stepped away, breathless and radiant.
Art knelt there, dazed, lips wet, cock caged and dripping.
“That was wonderful, pet. But, you don’t get to cum right now,” she said softly. “I want you to think about this all day. You’ll smell me all day. And tonight? If you’re lucky…maybe I’ll let you sniff me again…and if you’re really lucky, I’ll unlock your little cock.”
Art whimpered, “Ughhh…Yes, Mistress.”
“What else, pet?” She said, raising an eyebrow as she gently grabbed his chin and stroked his lips with her fingers and pretty nails.
“Thank you for letting me lick your pretty ass, Mistress,” Art said, blushing with pleasureful humiliation.
“Good…and? What else should you thank me for?”
“Keeping my cock locked up,” he replied meekly.
“Yes pet, very good. For keeping your little cock where it belongs, locked up for me in its cage.” She cooed in response.
As he rose, she kneeled and ran her fingernails over his locked cock, seeing the pre-cum leak out. She took it on her fingers and put them up to Art’s mouth.
“Eat your pre-cum, pet,” She directed. He obeyed.
With that, she gave his locked cock a kiss, smiled and headed into the shower, still tingling.
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As she brushed her hair after her shower, Heather picked up her phone and opened her messages to text Amber about her morning session with Art.
Heather: Just made him worship my ass while telling him about you getting stretched by big cock. Didn’t even let him touch himself. 🥵
Amber: FUCK that’s so hot…seems like you moved on my training idea quickly? 😏
Heather: Yes! I love it. He sniffed my ass straight after yoga and I came while his tongue was in my ass. And of course, he didn’t get to cum. I think he’s starting to associate it. Smell = obedience = arousal.
Amber: Woah — fast is an understatement here! You’re moving lightning speed…and doing it right.
Heather: It was fucking hot. What’s next?
She set the phone down and smiled to herself, lips curling with satisfaction. The training had begun.
Part 2: Conditioning Begins
Later that afternoon, while Heather was getting ready for happy hour, her phone buzzed with a message from Amber.
Amber: “You wearing something tight tonight? Let him imagine the attention you’re getting. Make sure he knows you’re the hottest one at the bar.”
Heather: “Emerald green dress — it’s definitely tight. Open-toe nude high heels too. You think that’ll drive him crazy enough?”
Amber: “Perfect. Let him stew while you’re out there glowing. Then when you get home, put him on his knees and remind him who he belongs to.”
Heather: “Mmm I love that. He’ll be locked and ready. I’ll keep you posted.”
Amber: “Good. And this isn’t just about teasing — it’s Pavlovian. You’re creating associations. He hears about other men desiring you, sees you dressed up and looking hot, and his brain starts linking jealousy and arousal with submission and denial. Every compliment you repeat, every glance you describe — it becomes a trigger.”
Heather: “Fuck…that’s so hot — I love it. And you’re right, it’s not just hot, it’s conditioning. Psychological and strategic…I’m starting to get a little wet just thinking about all of this.”
Amber: “Exactly..and as you should! This is how you get what you really want.” 😈
Amber: “The way he looks at you when you get back from nights like this? He’s being rewired and he doesn’t even realize how deep it’s going. Just reinforce it a little more each time. Praise him for being obedient, make him desperate, and don’t let him cum unless it’s on your terms. The more desperate he is, the more malleable he becomes.”
Amber: “UGH, that’s so hot. You’re like an evil genius 😂 I’ll let you know how it all pans out.”
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Art paced nervously in the bedroom, the faint click of his wrist cuffs brushing against his thigh cuffs as he walked. It was late evening — the house was dim and quiet, and the dogs were asleep.
Earlier that day, Heather had left for happy hour with a few friends — just a casual girls’ night out — but not before telling Art to be ready for her return when she texted him from the bar. She wanted him naked, wearing his wrist and thigh cuffs (and chastity cage of course), and waiting in their bedroom.
His phone buzzed. A message from Heather lit up the screen…and his chastity cage tightened just a tinge.
Heather: “The girls said I looked hot tonight with my emerald green dress, heels, and my hair down — they couldn’t stop complimenting me. And it seems like some men at the bar agreed 😉”
Art gulped as he read it. Then, a second message followed.
Heather: “Don’t worry, pet. I was polite. But it was flattering. I’ll tell you all about it when I get home. I’m leaving soon — be ready for me.”
Art felt his cock stir in the cage. The idea of Heather dressed up, confident and glowing under attention from others — it excited him. He sat back on the edge of the bed, mind racing.
Now, the anticipation was getting to him. He put his cuffs on slowly and carefully. The collar sat on the nightstand beside him. He hadn’t put it on yet — Heather preferred to do that herself. It was her ritual.
He heard the front door click as Heatherla entered the house. She greeted the dogs and took them out to go potty before letting them in and heading back to the bedroom.
Footsteps. Then Heather’s voice, humming softly as she moved through the house. He kneeled down and straightened his posture on the rug near the foot of the bed, back straight.
Heather opened the door a moment later, radiant. The tight emerald dress hugged her curves perfectly. Her legs looked long and toned, and her glossy nude heels flattered her figure even further. Her brown hair was down in loose waves, her makeup flawless, and her eyes bright.
“There you are, pet,” she said softly, stepping inside and shutting the door behind her. She leaned down and caressed his chin and then cheek with her pretty finger nails before kissing him gently. “I had a very…stimulating night.”
“Would you light an incense and get some toys out for us, pet?” She asked.
“Of course, Mistress.” He replied.
“Good — then return to your kneeling position.” She shot back.
She went into the bathroom to freshen up. Art obeyed, lighting an earthy tobacco scented incense, one of their favorites, and fetching their box of sex toys. He returned to his kneeling position, listening for any hits at when she would return.
She emerged holding her nude high heels in her hands. After cleaning them both, she slipped them back on her feet with practiced grace.
“I want to try something new tonight,” she said, voice sultry, walking back over and grabbing Art’s collar and leash before sitting on the small bench at the foot of the bed. She crossed one leg over the other.
“Crawl to me, pet.”
Art felt his chastity cage tighten as he obeyed.
Heather slipped the collar around his neck, fastening it snugly. The leash gently dangled as Heather let it rest against her thigh. Then she fastened his wrist cuffs to his thigh cuffs so he didn’t have free use of his hands — just how she liked him in moments like this.
“Kiss my feet. Show them the respect they deserve,” she gently commanded.
Art kissed her toes through her heels, up to the arch and the heels’ ankle strap. Heather let out a relaxed sigh, clearly enjoying it.
“Good pet. Now, sit up and look at me — and stick out your tongue,” she commanded. He obeyed, pulling back and looking up at her, into her beautiful brown eyes.
She wiped one of the freshly cleaned soles of her high heel over his tongue, dragging it across. “Clean them, pet. Taste where I’ve been as I tell you about my evening.”
As she slowly dragged the sole of her high heel over his tongue, she spoke gently, “You should’ve seen how the men stared at me tonight. One told me I looked like I belonged in a magazine while I was ordering my first drink. I caught one sneaking a look at my ass as we walked to our table. Then, another came up and tried to buy me a drink. Told me I was the most beautiful woman in the place.”
Art groaned softly.
“Don’t worry pet, I didn’t accept it — I told him I was flattered, but that I was happily married,” she responded as Art let out another hum while she continued wiping the soles of her heels over his tongue.
She giggled. “You poor thing. While other men dream about having me…you’re locked up, licking my heels clean — such a pathetic, desperate pet.”
“Fuck,” Art thought as his cock cage became so tight, it felt like it might burst.
“That’s enough baby — you did such a good job polishing my heels for me,” she cooed as she leaned close and pulled him towards her with the leash before giving his lips a seductive teasing lick with her tongue, dragging it up from the bottom of his mouth and over his partially closed lips.
“Ohhhhhhh…thank you Mistress,” he replied meekly. Heather didn’t usually call him “baby” while they played like this, usually only “pet.”
But she knew how weak she was making him and her choice to use both today was intentional.
Following Amber’s guidance, she was subtly working to blend how she talked to him in and outside of the bedroom — to further build his submission to her in all aspects of their lives. But, it had to be done delicately, she thought.
She removed her heels and let them drop beside her. Getting on her knees in front of Art, she dragged her nails slowly down his chest to his cock cage, tapping her nails over the hard plastic, making a clicking sound which she knew drove him wild. She bent down further to give him a soft, slow kiss on the top of the chastity device, sticking her pretty ass in the air behind her, which she knew would capture his attention.
He groaned desperately in response.
“Mmm… you’ve been locked for a while, haven’t you? And I know you’re dying for some attention.” Her voice lowered. “Would you like me to take your cage off, pet?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Art said quickly, eyes wide and pleading.
“Hmmm…maybe,” she said, playfully brushing her nails along his cock cage again. “You might earn that privilege. But for now, let me tell you more about tonight.”
She stood up and turned around in front of him — her emerald dress hugging her curves on full display right in front of his face.
“Would you like to give my ass some kisses, pet?”
“Yes please, Mistress — always,” he replied with eagerness.
“Go ahead. But, only over my dress for now.”
As he gently kissed her ass she ran her nails on his scalp, neck, and upper back. Art saw her hands move towards her gorgeous hips and then down to her ass.
He watched her pretty nails and her sparking wedding rings as her fingers gently spread her ass cheeks apart, as she instructed him, “Sniff my ass, pet,”
“Ohhhhhhh….mhmm, yes Mistress,” Art moaned as he obeyed.
“Good pet…sniff again,” she cooed as she laughed to herself, enjoying how easily she could reduce Art to a weak, desperate mess just with her curves and scent.
“Kiss again pet,” she said with a slight chuckle in her voice, spreading her ass cheeks once more. She knew she was making him weaker and weaker, and she was getting wetter by the minute.
“In the bathroom at the bar…” she said, whispering, “…I saw a woman sucking a man’s cock. Baby…it was massive…”
“Fuck…” Art’s barely-formed thought was interrupted by another instruction from Heather, “Sniff me again, baby.”
He inhaled her scent, his cock feeling some pain now as it tried to grow and push beyond the bounds of its small prison. As he sniffed her, his mind became hazier and hazier, and he felt woozy as he could tell he was dropping into subspace.
She moved to the bed and gingerly patted the spot next to her. “Good pet. Now, come here and be with me.”
He joined her, and she continued to run her nails over his chest, stomach, thighs, and caged cock as she sat beside him. His cock was feeling almost impossibly tight inside its cage now — creating a slow, throbbing, desperate but delicious, pain.
He was so aroused he couldn’t think straight, and let out a desperate moan. She giggled at his reaction.
“Seeing that huge cock made me so wet, baby. They didn’t notice me, so I stood there just watching for a minute…All I could think about was how full I’d feel if I took a cock that size. How that kind of cock would stretch me out just right.”
“Mhmmm…” was all Art could muster in response as he squirmed in his cuffs and his cock continued throbbing in its cage.
She turned to face him directly, hiking up her dress and straddling his lap as she ran her fingers and pretty nails over his lips, “It’s almost all I could think about for the rest of the evening…my girlfriends were talking to me, but I was so distracted thinking about big cocks.”
“I felt my pussy getting so wet — I had to leave early and come home so I could see you and tell you all about it. Do you like that, pet?”
“Ohhhh, very much, Mistress,” he mumbled back.
“Tell me what you like about it, specifically,” she said, her voice dripping with desire as she started to rock her hips back and forth, rhythmically teasing his locked cock under her.
He could feel her wetness on his cage through her panties.
“I like how gorgeous you look, how you got so much attention, and how much you enjoyed yourself — you deserve it, Mistress.”
“Mmmm, good answer pet…but what else, what else did you enjoy hearing about? We both know what you want to admit to me…so do it.”
She moved off his lap and sat next to him again.
“Uhhhhh…” he groaned as she waited patiently, holding his locked cock in one hand and running her nails over it with the other. She watched his face intently.
“You can tell me baby…I know you want to. I saw how much your cock grew in its little cage when I mentioned it,” she said, with a sly, mischievous look on her face.
“I liked you telling me about seeing…the big cock…how much it excited you…and that it made you want to come home to me,” he admitted blushing, through nearly choked words.
“Fuck, I like that so much, pet. Thank you for telling me — it makes me happy. Does it make you want a taste of release?” She asked, tapping her pretty nails against his cock cage, making the clicking sound again that she knew had become a trigger for him.
His cock was so swollen in its cage — it looked like it might burst — and he could barely think as he offered a reply, “Yes, please Mistress…”
“Mmmm…stand up and face me.” She commanded softly.
After he rose and got into position, she leaned forward and gave him a slow, teasing kiss through the cage. Her lips traced the contours and pressed gently around the cage, her breath warm. Art trembled.
She paused, then smiled up at him. “Imagine that woman I saw, kneeling down in that bathroom…or maybe imagine it’s me. Imagine I’m wrapping my lips around a nice, thick cock. Bigger than yours…so much bigger…Ugh — I couldn’t stop thinking about how good it must have felt in her mouth. It made me so wet, baby,” she confessed.
She slowly kissed the cage again and Art’s cock became so tight and his mind so hazy, all he could do was listen to Heather’s words. He pictured what she had told him to imagine and the throbbing of his locked cock intensified.
“But you? You’re locked up…kept nice and small. You’re here at home waiting for me — serving, aching, doing what you’re told. That’s what I like best baby…it excites me even more than a big cock.” She slowly and gently licked his cock through the cage again as Art moaned in response to her words.
She got up and walked across the room to her purse, opening it to retrieve Art’s chastity key. While she walked back over, she grabbed their cock sleeve toy and sat in front of him again, looking up into his eyes as she took his locked cock in her hands.
“Would you like me to free your little cock, pet?” She said, playfully.
“So badly, Mistress. Please! It’s so fucking tight in the cage — it’s starting to hurt,” Art pleaded.
Giggling, she pushed the key in and twisted the lock open. His cock immediately sprang to life, growing to its full length and thickness. She didn’t even have time to get the chastity cage’s base ring off.
Oh well, she thought, it’ll just serve as a nice cock ring…and besides, he’s getting re-locked immediately after we’re done.
“Such a pretty cock, pet…it’s so nice….if only it was a bit bigger,” she teased, running her nails over his cock.
“Fuck…” Art cried out desperately in response.
“The cock I saw at the bar was….like this,” she said, as she used her hands around his cock to show the size difference. “Now that’s a cock that’s fun to suck…it would completely fill up my mouth.”
“Oh my god…” Art muttered.
She ran her tongue lightly over his cock. “But this cock…it only deserves caged blowjobs. Isn’t that right, pet?” She asked, as she gave it a light, gentle kiss on the head.
“Ugh — yes, Mistress.” He replied, in pure teasing bliss.
“Apologize to me for having a small cock,” She said warmly, feeling the wetness under her dress, between her thighs grow.
“Fuuucckkkkkkkk..” he moaned.
“Do it, pet…you know you like obeying me,” she said as she continued teasing his cock, clearly enjoying her control and the impact of her humiliating words.
She noticed that Art’s resistance to her commands was waning each time they played like this. His will to push back was shrinking by the day it seemed — and she could tell he loved it…he just needed her to keep pushing him, keep leading him to admit these things to her. She was forcing him to speak them into reality, she thought and began getting wetter at the idea.
“I’m sorry for having a small cock, Mistress.” He replied, as if revealing something he knew he wanted to tell her.
“That’s a good pet,” she said, as she took his cock fully in her mouth. She took it all quite easily. “See pet, it barely fills me up — it’s clear that I need more…I need a bigger one to enjoy in my mouth. Don’t you agree?” She wondered rhetorically.
“Ohhhhhh…..yes, Mistress,” he groaned. She hadn’t taken his cock in her mouth fully like this in a long time…several weeks at least.
Even though Art had a gorgeous and adequately-sized, although average-sized, cock — she knew that humiliating like this got him into a submissive headspace where he was incredibly malleable and weak for her.
She grabbed the cock sleeve off the bed and held it up next to his cock. “The big cock I saw at the bar wasn’t quite this large…but it was still much bigger than you,” she cooed.
Spitting in her hand, she started stroking his cock. She stopped as it was gently pulsating in her hand and slid the sleeve on. The thick material enveloped him, exaggerating his size, and numbing most of the feeling.
She loved the sleeve. It filled her up in ways Art could never, but it was also a reminder, a tool to reinforce his submission to her. It was just another type of chastity cage, she thought.
“Back on your knees, pet.” She commanded. He knelt. She turned and presented her ass. “You know what to do.”
Art leaned in, kissing gently before sniffing deeply, right between her cheeks. Her scent and arousal somehow made his already rock-hard cock even stiffer in the sleeve.
“That’s right baby…that’s where pets with little cocks like you belong…under me, worshipping and obeying” she cooed. “I love these cuffs. No hands, just your face. Worship me.”
He kissed and sniffed reverently.
Then, she turned and looked him over, commanding: “Now get on the bed.”
Art climbed up. She stroked his cock through the large sleeve.
“Mmm…look at this. So much bigger than your little cock. It almost feels real.” She gripped it more firmly, watching his reactions. “You like this, don’t you? Being big…just for me. But knowing it’s fake makes it even hotter.”
“Remind me pet, how big is this sleeve?,” She wondered. Even though she knew the answer, making him tell her its size both turned her on and reinforced his submissiveness to her.
“Eight inches long and six inches thick, Mistress,” he replied.
“Mmmmm that’s quite a cock…and what about yours, baby?” she asked, in her faux soft and innocent voice, looking up at him with mischievous eyes that revealed what her voice didn’t — an intent to humiliate him further.
“Just under six inches, Mistress and just under five in thickness,” he replied.
She teased him more, running her hand down the sleeve softly, lightly tapping his balls.
“Not even six inches…” she said before squeezed his cock in the sleeve, grasping it firmly so he could feel her grip, “That’s pretty small, isn’t it, pet? And I deserve a cock that can fill me up and make me feel amazing, don’t I?
“Ohhhh…fuck,” he gasped in response.
Heather knew it was time to push further — to softly break down his resistance further. “I’m imagining it’s the one I saw earlier. Thick, long, something that can really fill me up,” she purred.
She leaned in closer to him as she continued gripping his cock in the sleeve, stroking it up and down slowly. “You have to tell me, baby — answer me, now,” she whispered in her ear seductively.
“Ohhhhh…Yes, Mistress, it’s small — and you deserve a big cock that makes you feel amazing,” Art faltered as he felt himself grow weaker in response to her seduction.
She produced a bottle of lube and drizzled it over the sleeve, before climbing on top of him, straddling him slowly, easing the thick cock inside her. Her breath caught.
“Oh fuck…yes…this stretch. This fullness. It’s like I’m being filled with that big cock from the bar.”
She began to ride him, slow at first, grinding her hips, savoring every inch.
“You’re watching me, baby. Just like you should. Helpless underneath me, giving me what I deserve, even if it’s not really you.”
Art gasped, his eyes locked on her as she moved above him, “Yes Mistress, I want to give you what you deserve.”
Her pretty nails fingered his mouth gently. “Open your pretty mouth, pet,” she commanded softly before letting some of her spit drip gently, right into his mouth.
“Good..now swallow for me,” she whispered. As he obeyed, she sat on the cock even more, taking it deeper into her wetness.
“Fuck — yes, pet! It feels so good,” she moaned. “So right. And you…just look at you. Cuffed, denied, obedient. Right where I want you.” Her words kept him in the submissive hazy subspace.
Her movements grew faster, more desperate, chasing her orgasm.
“You try so hard…and you love me so well. My sweet, loyal pet. But, I deserve more — I deserve a cock that can stretch me out. Tell me pet,” she said, her last words breathless as she got even closer to orgasm.
“You deserve a big, thick cock that stretches fills you up, Mistress” Art huffed, feeling frustration flow through his body as the lack of sensation in his cock began to set in even further.
“YES!” She cried out, hips bucking as her orgasm tore through her. She clenched around the sleeve, collapsing onto his chest, panting. After a moment, she slid off and positioned herself over his face. Her slick pussy hovered just above him.
“Now…clean me up.” She guided him to her pussy, pressing it to his mouth. “Lick it all up, pet.” As he obeyed, she whispered. “Stroke your cock in the sleeve. You want to cum, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said desperately. The whole time he was in the sleeve, he could barely feel anything, Just a little bit of pressure on his cock when the sleeve went deep in her pretty pussy.
She knew it made him so wanting and kept him so weak.
“But if you want to cum…” she purred, “you’ll have to eat every drop. I’ll take the sleeve off and dump it in your mouth. Then I’ll grind my messy pussy on your pretty little face. That’s what you want, isn’t it, baby?”
Art let out a shallow moan and whimpered… “Yes, Mistress…”
“Edge, pet. Closer…closer…I want you to stop just before you’re about to cum…good.”
As he stopped, she waited a few seconds before reaching down and lightly stroked the sleeve — barely touching it and ruining his orgasm. His cock began to spill into the sleeve and he was barely feeling anything. Quickly, she slid it off and quickly dumped the warm contents into his mouth.
“Open wide…good boy.” She giggled. “Such a good, pathetic cum dump for me.”
She straddled his face, getting wet again as she pressed her pussy down against his lips, grinding slowly but forcefully.
“Mmm…stroke again. You’re allowed to touch your little cock now and try to cum again…but it has to be ruined again…and if I cum before you — you don’t get to cum”
“Oh…ughhhggg” was all he could muster in response.
They both quickly reached climax together — Heather moaning above him, Art squirming beneath her, his second ruined orgasm just dribbling out slowly as his own cum dripped down his throat and Heather came while fucking his face.”
After they took a moment to recover, pressing their bodies together, she giggled, breathless. “Wow! That was such a great ruin…you really are my perfect pet…aren’t you, baby?”
She collapsed next to him as they rested, cuddling in a state of pure euphoria, relaxation, and stillness.
“Did you enjoy that, baby? I had SO much fun! But, I always do when we play like this,” she said, running a hand along his chest after they’d both recovered their breath.
“That was incredible, baby! You had me in such a deep subspace — I love when you make me feel that way…really I love anything we do, because I love you,” Art replied.
Smiling and blushing, Heather leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss. She looked him in the eyes before replying, “I feel the same way — you make me feel so safe, loved, and so, so, fucking good. I love you so fucking much.”
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Later, after washing up and slipping into a robe, Heather sat on the edge of the bed, phone in hand. She opened her messages.
Heather: “You were right. This broke him. The dress, the heel worship, the teasing, the sleeve… all of it. He ate it up, Amber. Every last drop…and he loved it.”
Amber: “Told you. He’s more ready than he knows. This is only the beginning.”
Heather smiled as she replied: “I want to figure out the next steps. Let’s plan.”
Part 3: Some Work From Home Fun
Heather sipped her coffee at the kitchen table, her mind humming with excitement. A fresh text thread with Amber was open on her phone, and she scrolled up, rereading the messages from the night before. After yesterday’s steamy evening encounter with Art, Heather had been buzzing and texted Amber more details.
Heather: OMG it worked SO well. 🥵 I did exactly what you said. I told him about the big cock I saw at the bar and I sat on his face to make him eat his cum like you suggested. He went CRAZY for it. I even came so hard just from him licking it up!
Amber: Yesss!!! That’s amazing, babe! I’m so proud of you two. How did he handle the talk?
Heather: He was shy but so turned on. I made him say I deserve it…that I deserve to be stretched by a big cock. 😈 He got all whimpery and desperate. It was adorable and so hot at the same time.
Amber: Hahaha yes. That’s exactly what you want. Positive reinforcement for the fantasy. Did he cum?
Heather: Twice, but both ruined orgasms. I really don’t let him properly cum anymore He was shaking. It was incredible.
Amber: Perfect. Denial + mind games = powerful combo. You’re a natural at this, Heather.
Heather: Thank you 😘 I feel surprisingly powerful. And so turned on. Any suggestions for daytime today, neighed of us have many meetings, so it might be a good time to take advantage.
Heather grinned at the memory of her own giddiness. Amber had mentioned she quite a few suggestions for “daytime training” and Heather was curious.
Amber: Since you’re both at home, keep him on his toes. Randomly call him in during the day for quick “training breaks.” For example, text him to come to you, then make him kneel while you tease him with your feet, fingers, or ass. Or tell him to put on the cuffs under his clothes to wear during work as a reminder. Mix it up! And praising him when he listens will reinforce the behavior.
Amber: Also, maybe have me casually stop by? I’d love to say hi (innocently) and see his reaction. Could be a thrill for him to interact knowing I cuck my husband.
Heather tapped her manicured nails on the table, thinking. The idea of spontaneously interrupting Art’s work with little training sessions made her smirk. She could already imagine him blushing and stammering on a work call, knowing his thigh cuffs might be hidden under his shorts, or perhaps putting a plug in his ass at her direction…The possibilities were endless.
Heather: I like all of those ideas, I’ll use some during the work day. I especially like the idea of you coming over. But maybe after work, for a few drinks on the porch? We’ve been loving our Aperol spritzes lately.
Amber: Sounds wonderful. How about 6:00?
Heather: That’s perfect!! See you then babe!
She finished her coffee and stood, smoothing her for-fitting black leggings and oversized sweater that slipped off one shoulder. Casual, but the leggings hugged her ample curves in a way she knew drove Art to distraction.
It was time for surprise number one of the day. Heather fetched a few items from their bedroom: Art’s black leather collar, his wrist and thigh cuffs, and a blindfold. She fingered the collar’s leash thoughtfully. Amber had been right — incorporating these little symbols of his submission during mundane activities could deepen his conditioning.
Heather padded quietly upstairs to Art’s office. The door was slightly ajar. Peeking in, she saw Art at his desk with headphones on, eyes on his computer screen. He looked so focused and professional in this setting — but Heather knew underneath that desk he was still locked up like her obedient pet. The thought made her smile devilishly.
She pushed the door open without a sound and stepped in. Art didn’t notice her at first. His back was turned, and she could see he indeed had put on his comfy black hoodie and olive green athletic shorts for the day. He likely assumed work time would be normal, at least for a few hours. Poor thing, Heather thought with a silent chuckle. He has no idea.
Heather crept up until she was to the right of his chair. She could hear the faint tinny sound of someone talking on his headset — a meeting of some sort. Even better, she mused.
Leaning down, she used her hands to gesture to him and whispered, “Don’t react. Keep looking at the screen.”
Art jolted slightly in surprise, but upon hearing her voice he obediently kept his eyes forward. Heather could see the side of his face turning red. He hadn’t heard her come in.
She knelt down, positing herself under his desk before gently touching his thighs as she hiked his shorts up each one. Caressing his cage through his shorts, she gave him a slight tease using her fingers and pretty nails. Then, she slowly fastened each of his thigh cuffs in place.
Art inhaled at the feel of cool leather. Heather fastened the buckle of each snugly, her touch tinged with playfulness. She crawled out from underneath the deck and back to his side, gesturing to turn off his camera. Then, taking his headphones off one of his hears, she whispered: “Tell them you have to go talk to a contractor who’s here to fix our AC…that you have to go off camera, but you can listen and still be semi-present.”
Art nodded and obeyed. His heart hammered. As soon as he was done, Heather put his collar around his neck and fastened it snugly. She draped the leash over the back of his chair, then slid her hands down his shoulders. “Stand up and step away from the desk,” she commanded quietly.
Art obeyed, carefully, making sure his mic was muted while he got up. Off-screen on the call, he could faintly hear a coworker droning about quarterly plans. It felt surreal given what was happening in his home office. He stepped back, guided by Heather tugging gently on the leash.
She turned his chair so it was out of the webcam’s view, just in case the camera was turned on somehow, then guided Art to an open area of the room. “On your knees,” she instructed in that low, irresistible tone. “Wrists, please, pet,” she said as she fastened each of his wrist cuffs on.
Art sank to his knees on the carpet, eyes wide and face flushed. Heather stood over him, the leash now in her hand. His gaze traveled up her figure: those skintight leggings highlighting the gorgeous curvy thighs he worshipped, the loose sweater slipping off one smooth shoulder, her pretty face looking down at him with a mix of affection and wicked intent.
“How’s your meeting, baby?” Heather asked airily, as if nothing were amiss. She gave a tiny tug on the leash, causing the collar to press and remind him of its presence.
“F-fine,” Art whispered back, hoping the microphone on his headset wouldn’t pick up his voice from this distance. His knees tingled where they pressed the carpet; the position made him instantly submissive.
Heather slowly circled him, trailing the leash around his body. “I thought you could use a little break,” she said softly. “You’ve been working so hard…and being such a good pet for me.” She leaned down, fingers under his chin to tilt his head up. She planted a slow kiss on his lips, one that made Art’s toes curl and his cock cage tighten. It was sweet and unexpected, contrasting with the taboo riskiness of the situation.
Art melted into the kiss, forgetting his meeting entirely for a second. Heather broke it and caressed his cheek. “I love you, pet” she whispered, genuine warmth in her eyes. Then, with a sly grin, she added, “And I love training you.”
Art exhaled a shaky breath. “I love you too, Mistress” he whispered back immediately. His heart swelled. These soft moments of tenderness amidst the erotic games kept him grounded — he knew, no matter how far they took their play, their bond was strong.
Heather’s smile lingered, then she straightened. “Here’s what’s going to happen now,” she said, voice hushed but firm. “I’m going to blindfold you.” She produced a soft black blindfold from her sweater pocket. It had padding and an elastic strap. “I want you to just kneel here and focus on feeling what I do. Can you do that, Art?”
Art’s breathing quickened. Being blindfolded would heighten everything — and add to his sense of surrender. He nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”
Heather slipped the blindfold over his eyes, plunging Art into darkness. His other senses immediately sharpened. He felt the gentle weight of the collar on his neck, the cool air on his skin, the distant voice of a coworker through his headset on the floor (someone was asking if he’d dropped off the call entirely, but he didn’t care).
Heather moved behind him. Art could smell a hint of her perfume as she leaned in. “Hands at your sides,” she murmured. He complied, as she hooked the wrist cuffs to the thigh cuffs.
Then Heather’s hands were on him. She ran her nails lightly down the back of his neck and along his shoulders underneath his hoodie. Art shivered. Her touch was electric without sight. She drifted lower, over his chest, even pinching lightly at his nipples underneath his hoodie. Art sucked in a breath at the sudden spark of pain-pleasure.
“I love how sensitive you are,” Heather whispered right by his ear. Her tongue gently circled the lobe, making him jolt. She giggled under her breath. She took her hands out os his sweater and knelt down to his level before running her nails over his cock cage underneath his athletic shorts. Art bit his lip. What was she going to do?
He felt her tug his shorts downward just enough to expose his chastity cage and pull it over the shorts to keep the down. Heather’s fingers grazed his swollen, imprisoned shaft. Art let out a strangled groan.
“Hush now,” Heather soothed, though her tone was teasing. “We don’t want your colleagues hearing something naughty, do we?” She wrapped her hand around the cage, squeezing slightly. Art whimpered, hips instinctively trying to thrust for more sensation but finding little. She giggled as the cage kept him maddeningly restricted.
Heather stroked the exposed part of him — just the tip of his strained member peeking through the cage — with an almost feather-light touch. “Does that feel good on your small cock, baby?” she purred.
“Yes…yes, Mistress,” Art breathed. It was agonizing in the best way. He craved more friction, but she refused to give it. Instead, she alternated between tracing the outline of his confined shaft and cupping his balls, rolling them gently in her palm.
“You’re getting so eager,” Heather said, noting how his body trembled. “Poor thing, you haven’t had a proper orgasm in what, days now?”
Art nodded frantically. He’d had only ruined organs since Heather started asking him to lock up his cock more frequently to build the habit, which was about two weeks now — and it was all orchestrated by her. Not a single satisfying release. His need was intense, but it fueled his submission.
Heather clicked her tongue in mock sympathy. “Aww, I know. But this is for your own good, pet. The longer you wait, the more appreciative you are.” She stood up suddenly, turned around, and used his leash to guide his ace into her ass. “Sniff, pet,” she instructed.
As he took in her scent, Art’s mind became hazy….sinking deeper into a submissive headspace.
“We’re training that little cock of yours to enjoy denial, aren’t we?” Heather quipped.
Art felt another wave of submissive arousal crash over him. Her words wrapped around his mind like silk, reinforcing the idea that yes, this was his new normal — being kept on edge to make him a better pet. “Yes, Mistress,” he moaned softly.
“Thank me for keeping your little cock locked,” she cooed in his ear.
“Ughhh..thank you for keeping my cock locked…” he replied the words almost a groan.
“Mmmm…you forgot a key word, baby — try again,” she purred.
Her words caused his cage to become even tighter as he repeated her mantra again, this time making sure to call his own cock little. Heather’s hand left him suddenly, and Art almost whimpered at the loss. He heard her moving — then felt the warmth of her body as she stepped in front of him.
A moment later, something soft and slightly damp pressed against his lips. She was pressing her panties to his mouth. Art could smell her arousal on the fabric — she must be wet from teasing him.
“Open,” Heather commanded quietly. Art opened his mouth and she slipped the wadded panties in as a gag. The taste of her essence faintly coated his tongue. His cock strained within its cage. This was new — Heather hadn’t gagged him with her panties before — but it sent him deeper into subspace. He was utterly at her mercy and he loved it.
Heather tugged the leash, forcing him to shuffle forward on his knees a few inches. He could sense her towering over him. Then, he felt it: the heat of her core brushing his face. She was standing so close that his blindfolded face was nearly against her pelvis. She must be completely nude from the waist down now he thoughts.
“Since you’ve been so good,” Heather breathed, “I’m going to use your face for a little fun.” One of her hands slid into his hair, gripping firmly. The scent of her arousal was now unmistakable and overwhelming — musky, sweet, intoxicating. Art’s head spun.
She guided him down to the floor and sat on his face, his nose bumped against her moist, swollen labia. Heather let out a shaky moan at the contact. “Mmm, yes…” she hissed, guiding him. “Would you like to lick me, pet?”
Though his mouth was half-gagged by her panties, he eagerly groaned the closest thing he could to “Yes please, Mistress!”
She giggled at the sight of his desperation, “Heheh that’s a good pet….but not yet. Just lie there while I have some fun.”
She started grinding against his face, pulling his leash in one hand for balance and grabbing his hair with the other. Art felt her wetness smear across his nose, lips, and chin. His world was nothing but her heat, the needy sounds she made, and the ache in his own denied cock.
She continued sliding her perfect pussy over his face, making it wetter and wetter as she worked herself up. “Because your little cock has to stay locked up, I just have to use your pretty face for my pleasure,” she declared. “I wish I had a big cock to fill me up…like the one I saw at the bar — you remember, don’t you baby?”
“Hngggmhh,” he replied in desperation. He could feel his cock leaking precum in its cage.
“But I’ll just have to settle for your tongue right now, I guess,” she said as she leaned off his face momentarily to remove her panties that were gagging his mouth.
“Lick me, pet,” she directed. His tongue found her folds and he lapped at them gently but fervently, tasting her sweetness. The blindfold made every drop of her flavor, every one of her gasps above him that much more vivid.
“That’s it… good pet,” Heather panted. She rolled her hips gently, letting his nose nuzzle her clit while his tongue explored her entrance. “You love being my little toy, don’t you? Letting me use your face like this while you stay all locked up…and hearing about the big cocks I deserve?” Her voice was breathy, each word punctuated by a soft whimper as pleasure mounted within her.
Art groaned into her pussy, the vibrations making Heather shiver. He nodded slightly, overwhelmed by the scent and the honor of being used for her pleasure. This was exactly where he wanted to be — where she wanted him.
Heather’s grip in his hair tightened almost painfully. “I’m getting close pet…Don’t you dare stop,” she warned, voice hitching.
Art redoubled his efforts, tongue swirling, pressing into her as far as he could, then up to flick her swollen clit. Heather cried out, quickly muffling herself by biting down. Even though Art’s mic was muted, the fact that the meeting was still going made both of them try to be careful to keep quiet. The riskiness only seemed to excite her more.
With a strangled moan, Heather’s thighs clenched around Art’s head. Her entire body shuddered. Art felt a fresh wave of her arousal coat his tongue as she came hard against his face. Heather’s muffled cry of release was the most beautiful sound Art had ever heard. He continued to lap gently, helping her ride it out until she finally pulled back, breathing heavily.
She panted for a few moments, one hand braced on his shoulder to steady herself. Art waited, blindfolded, heart pounding with pride that he had pleased her. His own need was now screaming — his cock felt like it was on fire in its tight cage, desperate for any friction — but he kept still, focused on Heather’s satisfaction first.
After a minute, Heather carefully removed the blindfold from his eyes. Art blinked up at her. She looked absolutely radiant: cheeks flushed, eyes bright, a thin sheen of sweat on her brow. She’d tossed her sweater off at some point; from his knees he had a glorious view of her bare hips and the lower curve of her breasts above her clasped bra.
Heather grinned down at him lazily, still catching her breath. “You did so well, pet,” she murmured, caressing his face. She used her thumb to wipe some of her own wetness from his chin, then brought that thumb to his lips. Art obediently sucked it clean, tasting her tang once more.
“Thank you, Mistress,” he said quietly, voice full of earnest gratitude. His face was soaked with her wetness and he couldn’t have been happier — or more desperate.
Heather bent and kissed him deeply then, unfazed by tasting herself on his lips. She took his collar and wrist cuffs off. When she finally pulled back, he realized with a start that his headset was faintly crackling — someone was saying his name. The meeting!
Heather heard it too. She gave a soft laugh. “Oops. Looks like break time’s over, baby.” She reached over and picked up the headset, slipping it back on his head. Art hurriedly fumbled to turn his camera back on and unmute, praying no one had noticed his absence.
By the time Art managed a strained, “Sorry, I’m here — slight technical difficulties,” into the mic, Heather had already gathered her panties and blindfold and was slipping out the office door.
Art’s coworkers apparently accepted his excuse, and the meeting droned on. He tried to focus, but his entire body was humming. He could hardly sit back in his chair properly as he felt the wet precum in his pants — his locked cock had leaked a ton while Heather was using him.
The taste of Heather lingered in his mouth, the scent of her on his skin, the ache of unreleased pleasure like a heartbeat in his groin. He felt utterly conditioned — Pavlov himself couldn’t have done better — his arousal was so completely tied to obeying his wife.
Back in the kitchen, Heather adjusted her clothes and shot off a quick text to Amber with a grin on her face:
Heather: We just did a quick mid-morning session while he was on a work call 😇 I am DYING it was so hot. I might’ve…jumped him and used his mouth to get off. He’s beyond wound up now, poor thing. 😂
Amber: Hahaha OMG Heather!! You’re a wild woman. That’s AMAZING. How did he do?
Heather: He was perfect. Kneeled, blindfolded, let me use his mouth…I came so hard. He’s literally shaking trying to work now I bet.
Amber: 🥵🥵 That’s so hot! You’re really leaning into this, huh?
Heather: I love it. And he does too. I can tell. The way he looks at me…ugh it’s just so good.
Amber: Yay!! So happy for you guys. Keep him on edge. Maybe make him wait longer for any release. Builds character…and conditioning 😉
Heather: Definitely. Also… about you stopping by. What did you have in mind?
Amber: Up to you! If you think he can handle seeing me, I’d just come by for some drinks…maybe I can slyly mention the guy I’m seeing that’s not Mike…to see if he notices. Maybe I can wear Mike’s key round my neck, too?
Heather: Fuck yes! I love that — I think it could be good. I suspect seeing the key and hearing that might drive him wild.
Amber: Hehe I bet. Men get so easily flustered. Let’s do it.
Heather set her phone down, heart skipping with anticipation. This would be the first time Amber and Art interacted since this training began. Heather trusted Amber completely — and she trusted Art, but she also understood how huge this would feel for him.
A rush of protectiveness and excitement washed over her. She’d be sure to make it casual and light, as promised — a normal friendly visit on the surface.
But underneath? It was another step in dissolving Art’s inhibitions and building their fantasy into reality.
Part 4: A Friendly Visit
The doorbell rang just as the sun dipped below the treetops, casting a warm orange glow across the front porch.
Heather smoothed her off-white dress before making her way to the front door. She had made sure her hair and makeup were flawless. Her heart beat a little faster — not from nerves, but anticipation.
When she opened the door, Amber stood there in form-fitting jeans that hugged her athletic curves, a low-cut pale rose-colored blouse that showed just enough cleavage to catch anyone’s eye…especially because a chastity key dangled right between her cleavage on a dainty gold chain necklace. Her pair of glossy light pink high heels made her already tall frame seem even more statuesque.
Heather grinned. “Jesus, Amber…are you trying to make my husband faint? You look incredible.”
Amber laughed and leaned in for a hug. “So do you babe! I figured I’d dress up for my favorite couple.”
Heather turned to glance back toward the kitchen where Art was rinsing glasses. “Isn’t she gorgeous, baby?”
Art looked up, caught off guard as he noticed the key between her breasts. “Uh y-yeah — you look amazing, Amber!”
She smiled at him, warm but unreadable, “Thank you, Art.”
“But not as amazing as me, right babe??” Heather said, playfully demanding as she walked up to Art.
“Of course not, my love,” he shot back with a grin. She leaned in for a quick kiss.
“Let’s grab some waters before we head out to the back porch,” Heather quipped to Amber. “And by ‘let’s’ — I mean Art, would you please grab us a couple of waters?” She said playfully sweet and staring into his eyes with a smile.
“No problem, baby,” he replied, chuckling at her sweet and playfully-demanding tone as he filled up three glasses with ice and water — one for each of them.
As the two women prepared to step out to the back porch, Heather let her fingers graze Art’s back. “Could you also make us Aperol spritzes, sweetheart? And make sure Amber has everything she needs.”
“Of course,” he replied softly, with a smile.
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The clink of ice in the glasses did little to drown out the sound of laughter floating in through the porch screen. Art worked with practiced hands — Aperol, prosecco, a splash of soda, slices of orange — but his mind wasn’t on the recipe.
He couldn’t help but hear Amber’s voice, rich and low, say something about a “new lover.” Then laughter — Heather’s, followed by Amber’s. Then Amber again: “…Mike could never. Derek just…fills me up so well.”
Art’s cock throbbed in its cage, painfully tight.
Amber was Heather’s new-ish and close friend from yoga — tall, fit, and striking with her dark hair and bright green eyes. Art had only met her briefly once or twice before, but he was aware Amber knew about their kinky play, at least somewhat.
Heather had asked him months ago if it was ok to tell someone and share all the fun she was having. He’d agreed, grateful Heather had someone to confide in and share with.
But now, watching them together, laughing, dressed like that…and knowing that Amber was aware he did things like tongue fucking Heather’s ass…he was feeling submissive and a tad humiliated already.
Art wondered: what exactly had Heather told her? What did Amber think of him? That he was Heather’s obedient little locked-up husband? That he was pathetic?
He shook his head while trying to stop overthinking a friendly hangout. Then he took a deep breath, picked up the drinks, and headed out to the porch.
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Heather and Amber lounged in the cushioned outdoor chairs, legs crossed, relaxed in the fading heat. The golden hour light made everything look warm, cozy, and intimate.
Art stepped onto the porch and handed out the drinks.
“Thanks baby,” Heather said, taking hers with an appreciative smile.
Amber accepted hers with a soft smile and a “Thank you.”
He sat down beside Heather, settling into the low outdoor loveseat across from Amber. The clink of ice punctuated a moment of silence.
Heather leaned against Art briefly, her voice soft. “He’s always so thoughtful. Isn’t he the sweetest?”
Amber smirked. “He really is. You’ve…trained him well.”
Heather caught the slightest hint of hesitation in Amber’s phrasing. Art caught it too. He chuckled awkwardly, wondering again — based of what she knew about their kinky play — if she meant anything more by it. Heather just smiled at him and took a long sip.
They chatted for a while — light and friendly conversation. Amber talked about a yoga retreat she was going on soon and a new sci-fi TV series she was watching that she thought they’d like. Art listened attentively. They laughed at jokes and the conversation was relaxed and enjoyable.
Then Amber shifted in her seat and crossed her legs slowly as she started playing with the chastity key dangling just above her cleavage. “I’ve been seeing someone new,” she said, her tone casual but unmistakably pleased. “Mike’s wonderful, but…well…he’s not exactly built to keep up with me.”
Heather raised an eyebrow and grinned while letting out a playful, “Hmmmm…?”
Amber laughed, swirling her drink. “Let’s just say…Derek’s a different experience. Big difference.”
Art felt his eyes widen just a bit and his cock swell in its cage. Almost sensing his shift in attention, Heather turned to him, a playful glint in her eye. “I mean…look at her, baby. She’s gorgeous, right? A woman like that deserves to feel amazing. Don’t you agree?”
Art nodded, his voice catching slightly, “Of course,” he said quickly.
His cock cage tightened again and he subtly shifted in his seat to compensate for it. Amber seemed to catch the minor shift in his body language, but said nothing. Just smiled slightly, and sipped her drink.
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The sun had nearly set. The conversation had drifted back to books, weekend plans, and work gossip. Heather uncrossed her legs and slipped one foot out of her sandal, nudging Art gently.
“My feet are killing me from Yoga this morning. Would you rub them for a bit, please?”
“Absolutely, baby,” Art replied. With that, she gently rested her feet in his lap.
Heather sighed as his thumbs pressed into her arches. “Mhmm. Just like that. Thank you, my love.”
Heather noticed as Amber watched for a moment, swirling the last of her drink.
“You should try it,” Heather said to her, her voice light. “He’s got magic hands.”
Amber raised an eyebrow, “Would you, Art? Just for a bit? My feet are dying too — I’ve been in these heels all day.” She pointed to one of her feet in her glossy pink heels.
Art hesitated, “…Sure,” he said, as Heather got up to switch places with Amber. She extended one foot and set her heel in his lap. “Would you mind helping me take them off?”
“Uhh, no problem,” Art stammered. Amber smiled, turning to Heather, “I know I said it earlier…but wow, he is so well trained.” Heather replied with a smile and a giggle as Art blushed.
Amber’s toes were painted a soft pink, matching her glossy heels…and all Art could think about was how Heather made him lick her heels after happy hour the other day…his cock started to gently twitch in its cage.
She sat her bare foot on his lap and her toes brushed the fabric of his shorts. Her skin was warm, slightly dewy from the heat. Art began rubbing gently.
Heather started to get a little turned on watching Art serve Amber. Having her husband serve her friend like this — she felt powerful and noticed a slight dampness between her thighs.
She hiked up her dress just a little bit to show more of her legs, knowing it would make Art’s cock cage tighten even more…she thought maybe that would cause Amber to notice it.
In a few moments, almost on cue, Amber tilted her head, her smile tightening subtly. She shifted her other heeled foot onto his lap, this one resting more firmly against his cock cage beneath the thin layer of mesh.
Her brow lifted, voice playful. “Wow. That’s…definitely there,” she quipped with a smile.
Heather chuckled, feeling successful, “He’s been locked for almost two weeks.” She gave Art a loving glance. “And he’s been handling it…very well.”
Amber grinned and looked to Heather, not Art. “Wow! I know I keep saying this, but he really is well-trained. I’m impressed!”
Art could feel his face turning red and didn’t know what to say…they were discussing him almost like he wasn’t there. He felt humiliated but also loved by Heather, and was becoming aroused at the same time as he continued rubbing Amber’s feet.
They both giggled as Amber continued, playing with the chastity key again resting on her chest, “Mike wears one sometimes too, but not as often as I’d like. If it was up to me, I’d keep his little cock locked full time — but we’ll get there eventually.”
Art’s face burned bright red, but he nodded slightly. It was almost an involuntary reaction to her words. Somehow, that made it easier, less like he was being exposed, more like he was part of a quiet, shared understanding. He was feeling humiliation and arousal, but he also felt safe and loved — he was enjoying himself.
Amber hummed in approval. “Hmmm…well, the cage seems to be doing its job. That’s some excellent massage work, Art.”
Heather grinned. “Told you he’s got talented hands. He’s very responsive to…positive encouragement.”
Art stayed silent, again not knowing what to say. His cheeks were still red as they teased him gently, his hands moving with care and precision. His cock throbbed again in its cage.
“You’re so caring,” Heather said gently as she came over and stroked his hair and the back of his neck lovingly, standing next to him. “It’s one of the things I love most about you.” Art’s cage somehow got even tighter as his cock swelled trying to escape its confines.
He looked up at her as she leaned in to give him a quick, but deep kiss, “Thanks baby.” He could feel his locked cock dripping now — and it made him feel even more submissive.
“Maybe he missed his calling as a masseuse,” Amber mused, leaning back in her chair in enjoyment as Art continued working on her feet. “Slower circles, right at the arch…yes, there,” she instructed.
Heather added softly, “And don’t forget the heel. That’s where I always get sore — and we want to make sure Amber is feeling amazing.”
“Of course I do,” Art said as he obeyed. He was feeling a sweet mix of love, arousal, submission, and humiliation as he was guided by the two women. His cock wouldn’t stop throbbing in its cage — it was painfully tight, but it also felt amazing.
Heather stretched slightly and glanced at their glasses. “Mmm, I think it’s time for another round. Babe? Would you mind making us one more? And maybe one of those little charcuterie boards that I like so much….please?” She pleaded in her innocent voice.
“Sure, baby” Art said, grateful for the excuse to cool off alone for a few minutes.
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He walked inside, face flushed, cock straining in its cage. As he moved around the kitchen — making drinks, arranging cheeses, fruits, and crackers — his mind churned. Quickly, he pulled down his shorts and underwear just enough to check on his cage. His precum had made a decent sized puddle, but hadn’t shown through his shorts.
Outside, he could hear Heather and Amber talking again, voices softer now. “He really does dote on you,” Amber said.
Heather’s voice, low and sweet: “I know. He’s never been so eager to serve and please me. And he doesn’t even realize how deep it’s going.”
Art paused with a slice of prosciutto in hand, wondering what she meant by that.
Moments later, Heather came inside. “Hey baby, I can help you carry this out,” she said, grabbing two glasses and placing them on a tray. Then her eyes flicked to him, warm but hungry.
“But first, come with me…I need you for a few minutes.”
Quickly, she pulled him gently by the wrist, leading him toward the bedroom. “Amber is gorgeous. And before we go back out there…I need to remind you who you belong to.”
In the bedroom, Heather got on her knees at the edge of the bed and hiked up her dress. “On your knees, pet. Give my ass some soft kisses.”
Art obeyed immediately, kissing softly as commanded.
“Good pet. Now sniff. Breathe me in,” she said as she spread her ass cheek gently. Art felt mesmerized by her pretty finger nails and her glistening wedding rings as he leaned in to obey.
She heard him take a deep sniff and groan as his mind delved just a bit into its submissive, hazy space — just where she liked him, Heather thought to herself, smiling. She bounced her ass back on his face, gently fucking it while he took in her scent.
Then she stood, slipped her dress off, and spread both of her ass cheeks apart, “Sniff again, baby,” she cooed. Art obeyed and took in her scent again, feeling his mind become more blank — his thoughts were replaced by feelings of submission and desperation.
Heather knew what was happening in Art’s head, it was exactly what she wanted.
“Good. Now thank me for letting you sniff my ass and go fetch my strap-on,” she softly commanded.
“Thank you for letting me sniff your perfect ass, Mistress,” Art replied softly, his horny desperation overwhelmingly evident. He grabbed her strap-on from its place in her night-stand drawer and got back on his knees in front of her.
Heather held it near her pussy as she said, “Come here baby. You need to give my cock some kisses now,” she ordered.
Art groaned but did as directed and planted kisses on the strap-on.
“Good pet, use your tongue now.” He obeyed as she ran the toy cock along his tongue.
“Perfect…now, relax your throat. Breathe through your nose as you take it in your mouth…that’s it, baby. Good. Take my cock deeper.”
“Make sure to stick out your tongue…make my cock feel good, baby,” she instructed.
She gently guided him, letting him suck the toy with slow, practiced strokes, her hand gently petting his hair and his face, pretty nails grazing him.
Her foot played with his locked cock through his pants. His cage tightened further as it began to drip.
“Mmm, you’re getting so good at this. I love watching you use your pretty mouth…filling it up while I play with your locked, little cock,” she said confidently.
With gently and subtle force, she held his head close to her, forcing her strap-on deeper into his throat.
“That’s enough. Just a taste of my cock, pet…just enough to keep you feeling nice and submissive for me — it’s how I like you best.”
In a deep submissive haze, all Art wanted to do was obey. The toy felt nice in his mouth…wetness, fullness, some pressure. His cock was rock hard, throbbing with desperation in its cage.
She pulled him back slowly, holding his face and gently wiping it with her fingers. “Good. Now let’s go back…you have to keep serving our guest.”
“Ughhhhh, yes Mistress,” he replied meekly, feeling desperate and weak. His cock cage was so tight, throbbing at her words as he got up.
Heather smiled at him and gave him a deep kiss as they walked out to the kitchen.
Back on the porch, Amber was finishing a call.
“Hey, that was Mike,” she said casually. “We’re picking a movie for later.”
Heather smiled, settling into her seat with the drinks. Art followed behind, tray in hand, quiet, flushed, and feeling even more submissive than before.
As the last of the light disappeared, Amber stood and slipped her heels back on. She smoothed her blouse and grabbed her bag.
“Well, this was lovely,” she said, her eyes flicking between Heather and Art. “Thanks again for the drinks — and the foot massage.”
She rested a hand lightly on Art’s shoulder. “You’ve got a real talent.”
Art flushed. “Hah! Thank you.”
After she left, Heather shut the door and leaned back against it with a quiet hum.
“She’s great isn’t she? And gorgeous, too.”
“Yes! And definitely, but not nearly as gorgeous as you,” Art said.
“Mmmm thanks, baby,” she purred. “And she deserves to feel good, just like I do. And I know you want to help us both feel amazing.”
She touched his chest, dragging her pretty nails over his shirt as she gave him a deep kiss.
Art nodded slowly, feeling a hazy sense of love, happiness, and submission as she reminded him how he liked to make sure she always felt good — his cage was aching and his heart was fluttering.
Heather smiled and sat down on the couch to text Amber while Art cleaned up their glasses.
Heather: “He squirmed so perfectly. That was delicious. Let’s plan the next steps…”
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Husband in Training – literotica.com
by
ScorpioSubmissive
The most recent chapter was published 09/08/2025 and nothing since. We can only hope!