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She Needs to be Dominated - Part 6
🕑 Added 2025-06-27 05:28:30 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
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Luke woke up three times his first night in chastity. Each time it was the pain of his cock trying to get hard in a small cage that pulled him from sleep. Each time he reached between his legs instinctively. Each time he was reminded that his cock had been locked in a cage because his wife's dom had demanded that he do so.
It took a few nights to adjust to the fact that his nighttime erections would be defeated by the cage. After that, though, it was easy to sleep through the night and Luke was quite certain that Clay - his wife's dom - was wrong about the effects of the chastity device.
Clay seemed convinced that Luke would turn into the sort of man that would be willing to fluff a cock just for the pleasure of watching his wife experience the bliss of an orgasm with another man's dick inside her. Under no circumstances was Luke going to give a blowjob, though. The idea of it was revolting even after a week in chastity and the notion that the disgust would simply fade away after another week or two in a cock cage was insane.
The second week in chastity was harder than the first. It took very little to arouse Luke and his cock would strain against the cage anytime he got turned on. He began to leak precum at regular intervals, too, leading to a consistent feeling of moisture in his underwear, which in turn was a constant reminder that another man - Shelby's dom - had control of his cock.
The third week proved considerably more difficult than the second, but that was due to Shelby's influence. She went out of her way to arouse Luke as often as she could. It still didn't take much, but she pushed harder. She would kiss him with depth and passion at random times and places, and as much as he wanted to resist her obvious efforts to tease him, Luke couldn't. The arousal would be instantaneous and he'd lose the ability to think of anything other than his need to cum. That would make the ache even worse, of course, but the pain wasn't nearly enough to deter him from welcoming his wife's tongue into his mouth.
Shelby dressed differently, too. When they went out, her clothes were tighter and a little more revealing. She rarely flaunted her cleavage in public, but in that third week she dressed exclusively in tops and dresses that showed off her breasts and she seemed to have invested in bras that enhanced her natural gifts, capturing Luke's attention and inspiring unyielding desire in him. Around the house she dressed almost exclusively in underwear, ranging from simple bra and panty sets to full-on lingerie sets.
Luke's arousal began to feel like a form of madness midway through the third week. He could no longer think clearly. His cock produced a steady stream of precum that left his underwear damp for most of the day. His dreams were highly sexual and always frustrating. He became a less effective employee, too, as his mind wandered constantly to thoughts of his wife having sex with another man, to the kiss she'd given him that morning, to the lingerie she's worn while they ate breakfast, to a dozen other thoughts, all sexual.
The one constant throughout Luke's imprisonment in chastity was a question his wife would pose as they crawled into bed: "Are you desperate enough for an orgasm that you'd be willing to fluff our dom's cock?"
His answer was consistent each and every time she asked: "No." Sometimes he'd add, "I will never suck cock."
Towards the end of the third week, though, Luke stopped adding the second part. He still refused, but for the first time since he'd been locked in chastity, he'd begun to consider how bad it would be to fluff a cock. It would be humiliating, yes, but only Shelby and Clay would know he'd done it. Plus, it probably wouldn't require him to do it for very long. Maybe he'd only have to suck on the dick for a handful of seconds before he was excused from the task.
Shelby continued to see Clay, of course. She went to him at least three times a week, sometimes four. Some visits were for hours, some were quickies where she would service his sexual desires in no more than fifteen minutes. The longer his chastity went on, the harder it became for Luke to accomplish anything when his wife was serving her bull. He'd always try to do chores, entertain himself with a TV show or a video game, but the longer he was locked up, the more distracted he was by thoughts of Shelby doing all manner of things with Clay. As the third week came to a close, Luke had given up on distracting himself. Instead, he sat on the couch, closed his eyes, and let the thoughts wash over him. He pictured his wife submitting her body to her dom, surrendering to his punishments, to his kinky desires, to sucking his cock, to sucking his balls, to licking his taint, to getting fucked in any position Clay desired because satisfying her dom was the thing that satisfied Shelby more than any other.
Exactly three weeks after first locking him in the chastity cage, Shelby returned from a marathon session at Clay's house. She looked exhausted and her hair and makeup were a mess. Clay had manhandled her, though Luke understood that his wife found great pleasure in being used in that way.
"Follow me to the bedroom," she said with a smile after Luke greeted her with a hug and a soft kiss on the cheek.
He walked behind his wife and she looked over her shoulder and smiled a few times as they made their way to the bedroom they shared.
"Undress me."
Luke carefully removed every article of clothing from his wife's body. He noted how red her ass and the backs of her thighs were and suspected she'd develop light bruises. Clay enjoyed spanking her and Shelby enjoyed surrendering her body for his pleasure, which meant their long sessions often included punishment of some sort. Her breasts were reddened, too, though that was often because Clay handled them roughly while fucking her, especially if he took her from behind.
"Did you enjoy yourself today?" he asked.
"It was exquisite," she replied. "He had a frustrating week at work. He was a little rougher than usual. His punishments a little harsher."
In most cases that wouldn't have been a good thing. Shelby trusted Clay implicitly, though, and they'd developed what Luke knew was a beautiful dom/sub partnership. She gave herself to him to do as he pleased, and in doing so she felt the pure bliss of existing in subspace while in his home and under his care. It was the form of sexual pleasure that Shelby craved more than any other and Clay could provide her with it in a way Luke couldn't as he'd only ever played at being a dom.
"I'd like you to shower with me," she said.
Luke undressed and followed his wife into the bathroom. They stepped into the spacious shower and she placed her body under the flow of hot water. Her eyes closed and she ran her fingers through her hair. A relaxed look washed over her face and the sensation seemed to move through her body. Shelby reached for Luke and he took her hand. She pulled him close and they kissed.
It was different from the teasing kisses they'd shared over the past three weeks. It was a kiss meant to help them reconnect, to ground her in their relationship after she traveled to the great heights of pleasure and pain at the hands of her dom. The end result, though, was quite similar for Luke as his cock ached and his desire for his wife screamed through his body.
"Will you wash me?" she asked.
"I will."
Luke soaped up his hands and carefully worked his way over the whole of his wife's body. He cleaned her, but it was about more than that. It was about touching her, about massaging her sore body, about showing that he cared for her, that he was willing to serve her in a similar manner to how she served her dom. It wasn't lost on him that Clay used her body for his pleasure - including fucking her multiple times - and that Luke was locked in chastity and tasked with cleaning up after her dom had gotten what he craved from Shelby.
"May I worship your pussy?" Luke asked after cleaning his wife.
She ran her fingers through his wet hair, smiled down at him, and shook her head. "No, you may not. You're not permitted to tend to my pleasure in that way until you've had Clay's cock in your mouth, until you've offered him your submission in the manner he demands."
"Shelby, please..."
Her smiled indicated that he had her sympathy, but she wasn't going to defy her dom. She didn't seem to have any interest in doing so, in fact, as doing as her dom desired was the thing that thrilled Shelby more than any other.
She helped him to his feet and kissed him, this time absent tongue. Her breasts felt wondrous pressed into his chest and he ran his fingers down her back and grasped her warm, wet ass and squeezed it hard, eliciting a soft moan. He wanted her. He craved her. Every fiber of his being cried out for Luke to have her in some way, but Clay had determined that Luke was permitted little more than seeing her naked and kissing her.
"I know it's scary," she said softly, "but I promise that fluffing our dom's cock will be easy. It will feel natural to you. It has nothing to do with your sexuality. Instead, it has everything to do with your willingness to submit. By offering your mouth, you offer Clay your submission. You show him that he's your dom just as much as he's mine. You show him that he owns you just as much as he owns me."
Shelby cupped his caged cock and his tight balls and squeezed them softly. "You already gave him ownership of your cock, Luke, of your erections, of your pleasure. He controls that now and he will continue to do so for as long as we submit to him. He's a generous dom, though. He almost always makes me cum when I see him. Sometimes he allows me to cum multiple times. You'll be allowed to cum, too, but you need to surrender fully."
She released his genitals from her grasp and traced her fingers up his body until she'd slipped two of them into his mouth. "You need to show Clay that he controls your mouth, Luke, that you're willing to suck cock for him, that you're willing to surrender to his desire to see you on your knees with his dick in your mouth. He is a dominant man. He can't help himself. He wants to assert his power over you. He wants to see you surrender. He wants to see you suck his dick before you beg him to fuck me, to satisfy me in ways you can't."
Shelby gently fucked Luke's mouth with her fingers, moving them in and out as he instinctively sealed his lips around her flesh.
"You're submissive, Luke. I know the idea of giving a blowjob is terrifying, but once you do it you'll find nothing but pleasure in taking Clay's cock in your mouth and servicing him until he's hard for me."
Luke was turned on, but he told himself that it had nothing to do with the notion of sucking Clay's cock. It was because he was naked with his wife, because they'd just kissed, because he'd gone three weeks without so much as an erection.
"He's going to leave you in chastity until you fluff him, Luke," she said before pulling her fingers free. "He doesn't care. He'll leave you locked up for six months if that's what it takes. In a way, he's giving you control over your orgasm in this instance, because all you need to do is suck his dick for a little bit and then you'll be free to cum. He'll determine how you cum, of course, and I suppose if you behave badly you might be denied your pleasure even though you've surrendered your mouth to him."
Shelby kissed him and she did so deeply. She smiled, took the bar of soap in her hands, and set about washing his body. She did so in a manner that Luke guessed was designed to lead to deep arousal. She touched him in the most wondrous fashion and spent a great deal of time cleaning his caged cock and balls. When she was finished, Luke's legs trembled from the intensity of his desire.
"Are you desperate enough for an orgasm that you would be willing to fluff our dom's cock?" she asked.
For the first time, Luke actually considered it. He considered taking another man's cock in his mouth. It wasn't just that he wanted to be released from chastity. Shelby's talk of submission had gotten to him, had wormed its way into his brain. He kept trying to tell himself that he wasn't submissive like that, and yet he had let his cock be locked in a cage. He had agreed to many submissive acts that Clay had demanded of him.
"No," he answered despite an uptick his willingness.
Shelby smiled and they finished their shower, dried off, and went to bed.
The fourth week in chastity felt impossibly difficult. Luke got almost nothing done at work, though Shelby had a hand in that by sending hourly texts and naughty selfies designed to arouse him.
Each day of the week Luke was made to watch his wife masturbate before bed. She'd put him on his knees by the side of the bed, spread her legs, and pleasure her pussy with her fingers or a toy while he watched. He was not permitted to help in any way for the first few days. He simply had to watch as she got off. His cock throbbed in the cage the entire time, of course.
On the third day Luke was permitted to suck on Shelby's toes as she played with a toy. He did so without thinking, due in large part to the overwhelming nature of his arousal. Shelby used a larger toy than usual that day and she fucked herself with it while rubbing her clit, leading Luke to think of her and Clay having sex.
On the fourth day Shelby again fucked herself with a toy while Luke sucked on her toes. This time, though, she added dirty talk that referenced her dom, luring Clay further into a world of arousal built around the notion of his wife having great sex with another man.
"Clay, baby, your cock feels so good inside me. You fuck me so good. You fuck me so good while my husband watches!” she cried out moments before an orgasm overtook her on that fourth day of the fourth week.
The toy play and dirty talk continued for the rest of the week and each night Luke found himself increasingly more desperate for a release from the agony of chastity, for the chance to pleasure his wife, for the chance to have an erection, for the chance to escape the pain of denial.
On the last night of the fourth week, Clay was in their home when Luke returned from work. He was on the couch with a glass of wine in his hand and his arm around Shelby, who was dressed in a bra, panty, garter belt, and stockings set. She too had a glass of wine in her hand.
"Strip," Clay demanded of Luke the moment he walked into the living room.
It didn't occur to Luke to defy the man sitting on his couch. Instead, he stripped and stood with his hands at his sides, his chastised cock exposed for Clay and Shelby to see.
"Kiss him."
Shelby set her glass down, stood, and pressed her lingerie-clad body against Luke's. She smiled and a moment later her lips were pressed against his. Luke couldn't help but run his hands down her back. He couldn't help but grab her ass to pull her a little closer as her tongue slipped into his mouth and danced with his. He groaned, both from the pleasure of it but also from the intense ache between his legs.
"Put your fingers inside her, Luke," Clay instructed.
Luke pushed a hand into his wife's panties and penetrated her. She moaned while kissing his neck and he looked towards Clay and saw a smile on the dom's face.
"I'm going to fuck your wife in your bed tonight, Luke," he said. "I'm going to cum inside her in your bed tonight."
Shelby moaned and so did Luke. He was awash in equal parts arousal and angst. It felt like too much was being thrown at him and all of it was enhanced by the complete orgasmic denial he'd undergone for the past month.
"I'm going to fall asleep in his arms," Shelby added. "You're going to sleep on the couch."
Luke felt a little dizzy. He tried to find something to say, but nothing came. Not a word.
"Get on your knees, Luke," Clay instructed.
He fell to his knees and looked up at Shelby, who somehow seemed even more attractive from that angle. She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair before looking over her shoulder at her dom.
"Show him your pussy and tell him who it belongs to."
Luke could hear the smile on Clay's face.
Shelby pulled her panties aside and revealed her pussy. Luke noted that she'd shaved all the hair but for a strip above her clit. She gently parted her labia to demonstrate her wetness and said, "My pussy belongs to Clay. You know that, though. It's belonged to him since I first served him. All of me has belonged to him since that day, and it's more true now than it's ever been. He gives my body what it craves, Luke, what you tried to give me, what you couldn't give me. Clay gives me what I need, so my body belongs to him."
Luke tried to lean forward to kiss his wife's pussy but she pushed hard on his forehead and stepped away. He knew he wasn't permitted to taste her without permission - not since he'd refused to suck cock - but he wanted to try anyway.
"You know you're not allowed to indulge in your desire for her cunt without my permission," Clay said.
Luke was surprised at the annoyance on Clay's face, though perhaps he shouldn't have been. He'd tried to annoy him, after all, and he'd succeeded.
"I should punish you," Clay continued, "but I feel like that might not be effective."
Luke clung to a small sense of victory - he'd defied the dom - right up until Clay stood and gestured towards his belt. Shelby seemed to understand that the gesture meant for her to remove the belt, which she did without hesitation. She folded it in half, handed it to Clay, and promptly got on her knees on the couch with her ass facing Clay and Luke.
Without a word, Clay delivered a punishment, striking Shelby's ass with the belt three times. He then ran his hands over both her cheeks and leaned over to kiss the back of her neck.
Clay then delivered three more strikes and repeated the soothing process.
Luke had figured that the punishments his wife had spoken of weren't actually all that painful. As he watched he realized how wrong he'd been. Shelby was suffering for her dom. In an instant Luke understood why he'd never been able to give Shelby what she needed. He could never bring himself to truly make her suffer. Clay could, though, because he got off on it, and Shelby got off on giving herself over to a man that got off on doling out punishment and on dominating her in a variety of other ways.
Luke, though, felt awful as he watched Shelby take a belting. "Please, stop," he said.
Clay turned to him. "No. There must be punishment for your misbehavior, Luke."
"Then belt me."
Clay smiled. "No."
He delivered three more strikes to Shelby's ass, ran his fingers over her reddened flesh, and then helped her to her feet. He held her close and she looked deeply lost in her affection for him despite the fact that he'd just punished her. They shared a long, tender kiss and then Clay put a hand on her head and Shelby fell to her knees and pawed at his cock.
"You may pleasure me," he said.
Shelby unzipped his pants, reached inside, and freed her dom's cock, which was almost fully erect. She took him in her mouth without hesitation and stared up at him while swallowing the whole of his shaft.
Clay moaned like it was the finest pleasure he'd ever experienced. He put a hand on the back of her head and began to thrust in and out of Shelby's mouth, controlling the speed of the penetration while she did little more than offer her mouth as a hole for his pleasure. Her eyes watered and she gagged a few times, but it was clear that she'd long since mastered the art of swallowing the full length of her dom's dick without too much trouble.
"Kiss him," Clay instructed.
Shelby pulled back and turned to Luke. She crawled his way and kissed him deeply. A sweet taste - Clay's precum, he guessed - filled Luke's mouth as his wife's tongue invaded while she teased his locked cock.
"I'm sorry I disobeyed him. I'm sorry you were punished," Luke said as the rest of the room seemed to fall away, leaving just him and Shelby on their knees.
She smiled and rested her forehead against his. "It's okay. Punishing me arouses him, and arousing him is what satisfies me. I don't misbehave to get punished - he doesn't want a sub like that - but I do enjoy suffering for him as part of my submission. That doesn't have to be part of your submission, though. Yours will be different. Yours will be about the pleasure of recognizing that you're a lesser man. Yours will be about embracing the pleasures of erotic humiliation."
At first her words made no sense to Luke. His cock had throbbed when she called him a lesser man, though, which his brain quickly connected to erotic humiliation. Was she right? Was he that kind of submissive?
Clay turned towards them and Luke stared at the throbbing head of the dom's cock.
"Show your submission," Shelby whispered. "Suck his cock, Luke. Show that you understand that you're the lesser man when Clay is in control, when he's in our home."
Luke's heart pounded as his gaze remained fixed on Clay's cock. Then his knees were inching forwards, propelling his body along with them. Then the cock was inches from his mouth.
He looked up at Clay, who smiled and said, "Suck my cock. Submit to me. Show me that you understand that I've been in control for months now. Show me that you understand your place, Luke. Then there's a chance I'll let you have an orgasm."
Luke leaned closer until he could feel the warmth emanating from Clay's cock. He parted his lips and remained still for a few moments. He was on the verge of something significant, of taking a massive step in a direction he wasn't entirely sure about. He could feel the humiliation Shelby had mentioned, but it didn't strike him as arousing in that moment. There was fear, though. A great deal of fear.
Luke took a deep breath and leaned forward. The spongy head of the cock moved between his lips and rested on his tongue.
"That's it," Shelby said softly as she caressed his lower back. "The hard part is over. You've crossed that scary barrier, Luke. Now suck on it. Be a cocksucker. Show Clay that he's in charge, that he's our dom. Show him that you'll do whatever it takes to please him, that you're just as eager to offer your submission as I am."
Luke closed his eyes and took a leap. He went all in. He offered his submission. He sucked cock. He took the first steps down a path that would lead him and Shelby to places they'd never imagined they'd go.
