You are tied to the chair, in your lingerie, the posture collar still holding your head straight. Your headphones silent for now, the vibrator inside you shut off, for now. He stands before you, his cock still hard and wet from someone else’s mouth. His mouth tasting of some other pussy. Your eyes are downcast, as is the rule when you are in slave mode.
The choice is clear. You can watch and be a prop in his cuckolding of you and be denied orgasm. Or you can stay stuck to your chair, only able to hear the soft sounds beyond your music, tormented with not knowing, but allowed as many orgasms as you would like. He even hinted that you’d be allowed orgasms after the chair.
He’s told you that there is another man, but that you won’t be fucked by him. You know there is another woman. That your Master, your love, your man, is playing with another woman. What dynamic is at play here? The hardest part of the decision is that you are so deep in submissive mode. So deep into slave brain. You don’t want to have to make a choice. You just want to be told. Ordered. Controlled.
But then it occurs to you that he went to apparent efforts for this evening. He planned things and timed them. He made new audio files for you to listen too. He might have said that he wants you to choose. And maybe he does. But there is a choice he wants you to make.
All you want, is what will give him the most pleasure. The smile on his face. The wicked smile. He’s enjoying your torment. Enjoying the tease of forcing you to not even be able to really listen, almost half listen. And you have been enjoying it. The wetness at your thighs, you are glad he made you get the towel.
He wants you to be tormented tonight. That he is even asking you is his goodness coming through. He’s stuck between two minds. On one hand, he wants his own pleasure, his sadistic urges, his humiliation of you. On the other, he loves you, he wants you to be happy, and he knows that you will be happiest taking part. So he has given you the choice. The choice between your pleasure and his.
And his happiness, his pleasure, matters more. At least right now.
“I choose option 2 sir,” you say and having uttered it, gasp and take a deep breath as the enormity of it hits you. But you can see his smile widen. Does he know what you are thinking? Does he know you chose to make him happy? “But sir, may I please ask a question?”
You can’t see his eyes, but the smile doesn’t change as he says, “yes, my little woman, ask.”
“Can we do this again,” you ask, trying to sound meek, which isn’t hard given how deep down you are, “and I get to pick option 1.”
He laughs, but its a pleasant. Understanding. “That will depend,” he says, “on how our friends enjoy themselves.” Then he kisses you on the forehead and reaches down to untie your right hand before moving out of view, saying “unlimited orgasms pet, enjoy yourself.”
Then a moment later the audio starts again, the buzzing inside you starts again. It’s more of the trance music, but over it, is his voice, a recording and a new one.
*My little Lady*, his recording says, *I met the loveliest couple.* Then he pauses and you hear recorded moans of pleasure.
Suddenly you feel your chair shifting. It’s heavy, but me moves you over a few inches. You can only turn your head a quarter of an inch but you don’t. You are good and continue to look straight, and down. The posture collar tied to the back of the chair tells you where he wants your head.
*We’ve seen them before at some of the munches,* his recording says. *Though I don’t know if you’ve talked to them very much.*
Then there is grunting and another chair, a rolling office chair, slides into your peripheral vision on the left. You can see the naked legs of . . . maybe a man, or a very hairy woman. If you turned your head you’d be able to see. Just a bit. You’ve been so good and technically, you can feel enough give at your neck to know that you could turn.
The vibrator inside you turns up as he ups its settings. Buzzing hard enough and loud enough that it must be audible even from inside you. Still buzzing to the sounds of recorded moaning in your ears.
*She’s a switch*, his recording says into your ear, *and he’s a cuck. But she enjoys submitting to a real man. And she enjoys dominating slaves, men, women, and other.*
Everything starts to click into place and you feel a hand on your head, you feel the strap holding your neck in place loosen. Then the hand, his hand you hope, is turning your head to look at your tied up neighbor. You do recognize him, slightly, from one of the munches.
In the chair next to you. Tied very similarly to you. Is a naked man. He seems cute, a bit younger than you, in shape. His cock is in a chastity cage. A cruel looking one made of metal. Either he is very small or the cage must be very painful. He also has head phones on and you wonder if you are both hearing the same audio. His head is being turned like yours, a woman’s hand on his head, his eyes taking you in as much as you are taking him in.
*So tonight she is bringing over her toy,* your loves voice whispers through the headphones. *And you both will listen to us fucking.*
The shock of seeing him. Realizing you are sharing this experience with another sub. Of being exposed and humiliated like this, of seeing this man also exposed and humiliated. The buzzing starts to push harder into you and without even full realizing it, your hand, unstrapped, is moving to your breasts. His eyes follow it, widening in arousal as he watches you start to touch and pinch your nipples.
*Tonight, you will be tortured, but also be part of his torture,* your love continues. *Part of the tease.*
Above him, turning his head, you can just see the edges of a pretty woman in your peripheral vision. You can see just enough over his head to know that she is naked, at least from the waist up, you can see the sides of her breasts. Mostly you can see her hand on his head, nails painted bright blue. His eyes jealously on you.
*Unlike you, no vibrator for him,* the audio continues. *Just a cage to keep him painfully chaste. But he knows you have it. He can hear everything you hear. He knows that you are going to be given two options.*
The vibrator inside you is buzzing harder and harder. Your hand is free and seeing this man’s torment, understanding that you are part of it. That you are part of his painful tease. That his pain will give your love pleasure. That he is going to have to watch you cum over and over while listening to your master fuck his mistress. All while he is tied to the chair. Unable to feel his own pleasure. Getting hard inside that painfully tight looking cage.
*Two options,* says the voice in your ear. *Two options for pleasure.*
It’s too hot. Your hand slides from your nipples, a teasing show for him to watch, sliding down and down and down until you are there, your sex in hand, masturbating. No tease. No trickery. No coy play. You are masturbating while he watches. Rubbing and touching and gliding in the wet from your arousal, from the long time spent unsatisfied.
*Here is what you won’t be told though,* your loves voice says through the headphones, *If you are hearing this, then you chose option 2. If you chose that, you can masturbate and my love, I want you to cum as many times as you can. I order you to cum as much as you can.*
At that, your hand speeds up. You are his good girl. If he says to cum and cum again. You will do it until you burn. The vibrator inside you buzzing with each commanding word. The pleasure building. His hand still on your head. Making you watch the cuck. Her hand on the cucks. Making him watch you. He has to watch you cum. Cum when he doesn’t get too.
*See, if you had chosen option 1,* the audio continues, *then he was told he’d be be where you are now. Out of his cage and allowed to masturbate to his hearts content while he watched his wife have a threesome with another man. You have stolen his orgasms for the night. You are the reason he suffers. Cum for me.*
And at that command, the first orgasm hits. It’s so strong after the ?hour? of teasing, of edging, that you shake in the chair and pull at your bindings. You cry out in pleasure so strong its almost pain. And the poor cucks eyes just watch you in envy, in pain.
“Thank you sir,” you gasp out.
Of course the vibrator doesn’t slow inside you. And, despite the sensitivity, neither does your hand. You heard the order. Orgasm as much as you can, while the poor cuck watches. You lean into the pleasure. Lean into your master’s words in your head, you rub and slide your fingers, forcing the pleasure past the pain.
*I won’t be using condoms of course*, his voice continues. *If you had chosen option 1, you’d have gotten to watch. You’d have gotten to clean my cum out of her. I’d have tied you over the edge of the chair and watched her fuck you with the strap-on. Just think cuck, you could have been watching your mistress fuck a woman for the first time tonight. And you’d have been allowed to masturbate to it. But now, my sweet little lady, has taken that from you. Maybe next time, you will get to make the choice.*
In your ears, his voice clicks off and its back to light music with moaning overlaying it. The hand leaves your head and her hand leaves his. Soon, over the moaning and music, you hear live moaning. You can look away from the cuck now. But you don’t. He could look away from you now. But he doesn’t. He watches you with clear envy and just a touch of anger.
The sound of kissing behind you. A wet noise and then her voice, just audible over the music moaning and making a keening whine and saying, “oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck.”
And the cuck’s eyes are on yours. You know your love, he is charging up this cucked man to use against you next time. Tonight the cuck was at your mercy. Next time, you will be at his. Next time. Next time. He’s already planning a next time?
And you are cumming again. Thrashing in the chair. Barely gasping out a “thank you sir” as the pleasure doesn’t recede, but painfully builds again. The vibrator still thrumming away.
“May I cum sir,” the woman yells behind you and you see the cuck flinch. Then a murmer from your love and you hear the woman screaming in orgasm. You hear the muttered “thank you sir” from her and feel the pressure start to build within you again. For some reason those words. Those words, humiliate you more than anything you have heard tonight. Her thinking him. Her calling him sir. He has given her rules.
Then, almost before the woman’s pleasured screams die she is saying “oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, please sir, can I cum again?”
You can’t hear what he says, because you are already screaming out your own orgasm, your yells mixing with hers. The cuck’s eyes blaze into you.
Things begin to haze. Pleasure. Pain. The music. Pleasure. Pain. The moaning. Pleasure. Pain. The buzzing inside you. Pleasure. Pain. Each orgasm making you so sensitive. Each one coming faster. Stronger. It’s too much.
You hear them fucking behind you. Her moaning. Him moaning. Her voice is a constant “ah ah ah ah” and his is the way you know him, “mmms” and “oh gods”.
The orgasms build and hit. Build and hit. You lose track of them. Pleasure ripping through you. Its too much. Coming faster and faster as you listen and feel the humiliation. See the cuck’s humiliation. You lose track. But you are sure, pretty sure, you thank him each time.
It’s too much. Too much. You register her saying “cum in my pussy, cum in my whore pussy” as you totally lose track of everything. Your world devolving into pleasure. Into pain. It’s too much. Too much. Too many orgasms.
“Yellow Sir,” you call out and you hear the fucking stop. Then the buzzing stops inside you and you realize you can stop with your hand. That he has listened. Your hand can stop. And you gasp the air in. Feel the tears running down your face. You ache. Too much pleasure. Too much humiliation.
Then the sound of fucking resumes. That is fine. You are so tired now. So sleepy. And its nice to hear him. Hear him happy. He is happy. You did good. You fall asleep.
***************
You wake up as he unties you. Exhausted. You barely notice as he removes everything from your body, pulls the toy from you, and cleans up the mess on your legs. As he carries you to bed.
“I’m going to shower,” he says softly into your ear as he lays you down. But you pull his hand, pull him to you. He never told you to leave slave mode and so as soon as its in range, him standing next to the bed, your hand finds his cock. Its slick and sticky from sex. You pull him by the cock until its in front of your face. And you take it in your mouth. It’s another rule of course. Though, he doesn’t always enforce it. His cum is to be cleaned up and swallowed whenever possible. And there must still be traces of it on his cock.
You can taste the pussy on it. Taste the drying semen. He moans, and hearing it, it wakes you up a bit. Makes you feel happy. Horny again despite your aching loins. You reach your hand back behind him and tease his asshole just a bit, the way he likes, and soon he is growing hard in your mouth.
He doesn’t speak, you slide your tongue across his shaft a few more times once he is fully hard and then you pull him down on top of you, find his cock, and position it to slide inside you. You are still so sore from the vibrator, but that doesn’t matter. His cock has just been inside some woman, but that doesn’t matter. You need him inside you. And he wants you. He is so hard. You were so good for him tonight. You can just feel it.
He starts to speak, but you shush him, and fortunately, he doesn’t take umbrage, he’s as lost in you as you are in him.
He moans along with you as he slides in. As his rhythm starts to build. You slide your hand between you both, you find your way to your sex, you begin to stroke. You are tired. You are painfully abused. You are over pleasured. But by fuck, you will cum once more tonight, cum with him inside you. You will reclaim him. She may have fucked him, but he is yours as you are his.
It isn’t long for you. You are still so primed up from everything. And you don’t ask for permission, as you don’t need it. But as you quake and shiver below him, as he thrusts and thrusts, you do manage to say “thank you sir, thank you for the wonderful evening” and you feel his body tense as his thrusting speeds up and he groans in his own pleasure. As he fills you with what seed he has left. As he collapses, panting, onto you.
Neither of you make the shower that night. Both falling asleep in each others arms.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pflkaz/his_little_woman_part_3