Becca Bellamy
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Inside the Mind of a Dominant Hotwife - Part 15
🕑 Added 2025-06-09 05:20:21 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
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Walt strolled into the living room as I was watching TV and quickly dropped to his knees in front of me.
"May I?" he asked.
He had his foot in my hand and he intended on giving me a massage. He could have sat on the couch to do so, but he'd defaulted to the far more submissive position of getting on his knees on the floor. It put a smile on my face and so I rewarded him with the pleasure of giving me a rub.
"Yes, you may."
He rested the heel of my foot on his thigh and began to rub me as I returned my attention to the TV. He was, in that moment, acting as a positive force in my life. He was offering me pleasure because he believed that I deserved that pleasure, and, more importantly, because he believed that it was his purpose as my submissive to enhance my life whenever possible.
As a domme, I have many choices in that particular situation. I could let Walt rub me until I'd finished watching TV. I could, at some point during the rub, reward him with the pleasure of sucking on my toes (that might not sound like a reward to you, but it was to Walt). I could allow him to massage my legs and slowly work his way towards my pussy before permitting him to worship me and provide me with an orgasm. I could call Michael, invite him over, and have Walt suck his cock before watching us fuck on the couch. I could have Walt get on his back so I could sit on his face and make him eat my ass while I masturbate, or while I just watch TV because sometimes it's fun to smother my submissive husband with my ass for no particular reason. In truth, there were countless other options, too, which is the true joy of being a dominant wife, as I discovered over the course of my exploration of my domme side.
That night I let the massage go on for a while and then instructed Walt to get me a glass of wine. He returned with it and returned to his knees to continue the massage, only this time he was permitted to rub my calves. Eventually I allowed him to remove my skirt so he could rub my thighs while remaining on his knees, of course.
After finishing my wine, I began to masturbate. Walt's gaze was fixed between my legs as I rubbed my pussy through my cotton panties. Though I enjoyed the pleasure, my purpose was to soak the panties so that Walt would see the wet spot. I wanted to tease him, and based on the hunger in his eyes, I succeeded quite admirably in that quest.
"You'd enjoy it if I let you make me cum, wouldn't you?" I asked.
"Yes. More than anything."
I smiled. "I'm not sure you really mean that, Walt."
He looked up. "Your orgasm would bring me more pleasure than mine. It truly would."
What an intoxicating thing to hear from your submissive, especially when you believe it, which I did. Walt had come a long way in his journey as a sub and he'd arrived at a place I quite liked.
"And what if it would bring me more pleasure to deny you the chance to worship my pussy?"
I smiled at the gentle agony on his face. He wanted to make me cum, of course, but a sub's job is to serve the whims of his domme, and if it brought me more pleasure to deny him, then it should follow that Walt should, without hesitation, embrace my desire.
"Then you should deny me, of course," he said. "Your pleasure is all that matters."
I reached into my panties. I was exceptionally wet, of course, and the moment my finger danced over my clit I knew I needed to cum. The only question was how I would cum.
An idea struck me. "Retrieve the lifelike dildo for me, Walt."
His lips curled into a slight smile before he rose and walked away. I'd recently purchased the lifelike dildo - it really did look exactly like a cock and the material was the closest I'd ever felt to a real dick - and I'd used it a handful of times in my pussy while Walt watched. I liked to make him suck it clean before plunging it back into my pussy. I had different plans for it on that night, though.
"Strip," I instructed as Walt returned with the toy.
He offered it to me but I made no effort to take it, so Walt set the dildo on the coffee table and removed his clothes.
"Put the toy on the floor and suck it while you masturbate," I demanded.
Walt did so without hesitation. He'd sucked Michael's cock - and my toys - a great many times by that point so he no longer felt any shame about giving blowjobs. I was fairly certain he'd come to find it exciting, in fact, and on this particular night it didn't take long for Walt to get hard as a rock while his mouth bobbed up and down on the dildo.
"Throat it, Walt," I said as I removed my panties, spread my legs, and played rather vigorously with my wet pussy.
Walt followed my direction and I masturbated as my husband deepthroated and gagged on a realistic cock in front of me.
"You're such a good cocksucker, Walt. Such a good little cocksucking cuckold for your wife. You love sucking dick for me, don't you?"
He looked up and saliva dripped from his chin. "I do, Emmy. I love sucking dick for you."
Pleasure surged through my body. Most women wouldn't want to hear that from their husbands, but I did.
"Sit on it, Walt," I said.
His eyes went wide. "On the toy?"
"Ride the toy and masturbate for me. Ride it like a fucking whore. Take it up your ass and ride it like you're trying to pleasure a real man with your tight hole."
Walt immediately looked nervous. He'd been fucked before, of course, but he'd been on the receiving end of my strapon before. This was different. That's what made it hot for me, though. I wanted to push him. I wanted to prep him for what I had planned.
"Do it right now," I said. "If you hesitate I won't let you cum, Walt. If you do it now, though, you get to cum while you take that fat dick up your ass."
Walt situated his ass over the toy. He was facing me. His cock was hard. The dildo was coated in his thick saliva, but that didn't stop him from wincing as it pressed against his asshole.
"Take it up the ass, Walt. Right now. Sit on it."
He sat down on the dildo. His face was a picture of pain, though he was stroking himself so his discomfort was tempered by the pleasure of moving his hand up and down his stiff cock.
"Now ride it," I instructed. "Hold it with your feet if you need to keep it in place, but ride that dick, Walt. Ride it like you're trying to make a real man cum, like you're trying to satisfy him with your slutty little hole because your domme told you to."
Walt shifted his feet so he could hold the dildo in place with his toes and began to ride it. I masturbated as I watched my husband fuck himself. I got all worked up as I imagined him embracing the ultimate form of both submission and humiliation, as I imagined him riding a real man's dick while I watched, as I imagined Walt whoring himself out because it turned me on.
"Stroke your cock faster," I said. "Get all worked up while you fuck your ass with that fat cock, Walt."
He did as instructed. He's a good boy like that. A very good boy.
"Close your eyes, Walt." I smiled as he did so without hesitation. "Now fuck yourself harder. Faster. Pound your ass with that toy. Stretch it out. Get it ready for what's coming soon."
He tensed up. He almost certainly knew what I was planning.
"It won't be long before it's a real man's cock inside you, Walt," I said in a soft, seductive tone. "It won't be long before you turn yourself into a faggot for me, before you offer your asshole to a man because it's what I want."
I was so turned on. Maybe that's fucked up, but I was. It's not that I was all hot and bothered to see Walt get fucked by a man. It's that I wanted to see him submit to getting fucked by a man. He doesn't want it. He's not into men. He does want to be a good submissive, though. He wants to give me his power. He wants to surrender his sexuality to me. That's what I want. I want control. I want to push his limits. I want to see how far he'll go to make me happy.
"Cum for me, Walt," I said. "Cum while you think about giving your asshole to a man because it's what I crave. Cum while you think about being fucked like a filthy little faggot for your wife's pleasure."
Walt grunted and groaned as cum flew from the tip of his cock. He sank down on the dildo and his asshole swallowed every inch. I came too. Really fucking hard, in fact. My moans filled the living room and I couldn't stop smiling.
"Clean up your mess," I instructed as I came down from my orgasm. "Lick it up, in fact. Lick and suck your load off the floor like a good cum slut. Then you can go clean the dildo while you try and wrap your mind around the fact that I am absolutely going to demand that you submit yourself to getting fucked by a real man."
Walt licked up his cum. Then he took the dildo to the bathroom to wash it. I'm sure he struggled with his impending bisexual anal adventure. What man wouldn't?
It happened, though, and it didn't take all that long for me to arrange everything exactly as I wanted it.
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Though Michael probably would have fucked Walt if I'd asked him to, I wanted someone who'd find genuine pleasure in it. Luckily, my boyfriend knew someone. A bisexual man named Eric.
Michael trusted Eric implicitly - they'd worked together years ago and had remained close friends - which meant I trusted him. He'd still have to wear a condom, of course, but after a long dinner with me, Eric, and Michael, I felt as though he deserved my trust and that he could be the man to take my husband's true anal cherry.
A week later we were all in a hotel suite. I was dressed in lingerie, though my panties had been removed. We'd already participated in a great deal of foreplay, including Walt on his knees in front of both men, going from one cock to the next like a good boy as I stood between them, kissing them both and instructing my husband to suck dick like a good little bitch.
When the time came, I lubed Walt's asshole thoroughly. I had him roll a condom down Eric's cock. Michael got on his back in the bed. I got on top and took him inside me in reverse cowgirl.
"Walt, bend over the bed," I instructed.
My submissive husband approached the foot of the bed, bent over, and rested his hands on the firm mattress. I rode my boyfriend's cock as I held my husband's gaze. Behind Walt, Eric stood and stroked his condom-wrapped dick while waiting for permission to fuck my husband.
"Tonight's a very special night for you, Walt," I said as the sound of my wet pussy swallowing Michael's cock filled the room. "Tonight you're going to experience something that very few straight men experience. Tonight, your asshole is going to make a man cum."
Walt's face was a cornucopia of emotion. I was pleased that it wasn't pure fear, either, that pleasure was mixed in.
"Eric is going to take you from behind, Walt. He's going to fuck you like a bitch. Like a cock-loving faggot. You're going to moan for him. You're going to tell him it feels good to have a big dick in your ass. You're going to push back as he thrusts forward. You're going to beg him to pull your hair, to spank your ass, to do whatever it takes to find the pleasure he craves."
I could see that Eric was massively aroused by the situation he found himself in. I liked that he was so eager to play. I liked that he wanted to fuck my straight husband, that he wanted to be the one to take his virginity. I hoped it would be something we'd do from time to time, that Eric could be relied upon to join us to aid in Walt's submission and humiliation when I was in the mood.
"You're going to watch me ride a superior man's cock while you get fucked, Walt," I continued. "You're going to use this opportunity to embrace who and what you are, to embrace your submissive nature, to embrace that you are a lesser man than my boyfriend, that you are a lesser man than the one that will be fucking your ass. Being lesser doesn't mean that you're not valuable, though. You make my life better, Walt. Your submission makes my life so much better. Never lose sight of that."
"I won't," he said.
I looked at Eric and nodded. He approached Walt and rubbed the head of his cock between my husband's ass cheeks. I was more excited than I'd imagined I'd be. Michael's cock suddenly felt a great deal better in my pussy. My clit throbbed and when I reached down to rub it a little I couldn't help but moan at the sudden explosion of pleasure coursing through my body.
"Fuck him," I said breathlessly. "Fuck my husband."
I rode Michael's cock as Eric took my husband's ass. I watched him thrust deep and hold still for a few moments to give Walt a chance to get used to the invading force in his rectum.
"Eric...please...fuck me," Walt said. Uttering those words didn't come naturally to him, but of course they didn't. He was degrading himself by saying them. He was pretending to be something he wasn't. He was submitting, though, and that's what made my pussy gush.
"Fuck, baby, you're so fucking wet," Michael said. He ran his hands up my back and managed to grasp my tits and squeeze them tight, which only made his cock feel even better in my cunt.
"My husband's submission always leaves my pussy soaked," I replied as I held Walt's gaze. "And he's being a good boy right now. He's taking it up the ass like a good faggot. He's making Eric feel good with his tight little hole."
Eric grabbed a handful of Walt's hair and began to fuck him harder. I moaned and my husband closed his eyes as he winced. It hurt getting fucked in the ass. Of course it hurt. The point was to accept the suffering because doing so would turn me on, and Walt did a wonderful job of that.
"Spank me," Walt said. "Spank my ass as you fuck it!"
Eric smiled and delivered a series of swift blows to Walt's ass. I rode Michael's cock faster. I rubbed my clit a little, too.
"Walt, baby, I'm so fucking wet. Watching you be a good little whore has me so fucking wet!"
Michael groaned beneath me. He was getting close. That's what I wanted, though. I wanted him to cum in me before Eric unleashed his load.
"Cum inside me, Michael. Cum where my husband is no longer allowed to cum. Give me your load so I can feed it to him!"
That did it. Michael came deep in my pussy. I sat down on his cock and he grasped my tits hard while grunting and groaning in the manner I'd come to love.
"On your back, Walt. At the edge of the bed. Spread your legs and pull them back. Hold yourself open for Eric."
Eric pulled out and Walt immediately stood, sat on the edge of the bed, and laid back. His head was between Michael's legs and he was looking up at me as I smiled down at him. Eric then stepped forward and slipped into his asshole.
"I'm going to sit on your face, Walt," I said. "I'm going to feed you a superior man's cum as you get fucked in the ass. You're going to drink Michael's seed and you're going to do so gratefully while you get used for Eric's pleasure."
I lifted my pussy off of Michael's cock and sat on Walt's face. His nose pressed against my taint and his tongue probed me as he searched for the superior man's load. I felt it drip out of me and into his mouth.
Eric was getting close. I could see he was enjoying himself, and why not? He was in the midst of a wondrous foursome.
I leaned forward and Eric did the same. We kissed as he fucked Walt up the ass. His tongue probed my mouth and ran my fingers over his muscular chest as I moaned.
"I'm close," Eric said.
"Cum," I replied. "Cum while you're deep in my husband's ass. Use him like a common faggot. Use him for your pleasure."
Eric fucked him harder and we kissed again. Walt licked my pussy voraciously as I ground my clit over his lips and chin.
I came with Eric. He came while in my husband's ass and I came while riding my husband's face. It was a great way to orgasm and I was delighted when I felt Michael press his body against mine and cup my breasts. I suspect he was claiming me as his, that me kissing Eric had unleashed a bit of insecurity in my boyfriend, but I liked his touch and I loved that his flaccid dick was no doubt resting against my husband's forehead.
"Well, that was exquisite," I said softly as Michael kissed my neck and Eric smiled at me before pulling out of my husband's ass.
"Does Walt get to cum?" Eric asked.
"Not yet. Maybe not at all. His pleasure is of no concern to me. He's a sub. A cuck. A cock and cum whore. His pleasure comes from doing as he's told, from serving me and whoever else I instruct him to serve."
I gripped Walt's dick - which was hard - and stroked him.
"Isn't that right, sweetie?"
"Yes, it is," he replied. "Serving you is all that matters."
I sat on his face and smothered him with my pussy. I kissed Michael deeply. I basked in the pleasure of being in control - of three men, really - and smiled at the idea that the night was just beginning, that there were plenty more dom/sub games to play and a wealth of orgasms to be had for everyone except my husband.
That night, it felt to me that Walt had evolved into a perfect submissive, that he had, in a way, completed his journey.
That wasn't true, of course - he still had much to learn, as it turned out - but I do think this is a good place to conclude my telling of our story.
I hope you enjoyed yourself and that perhaps you discovered that you might have what it takes to be a real submissive, to truly give yourself to a dominant woman, to surrender to her desires no matter the cost.
There's pleasure in that. There's freedom in that. There's a sense of purpose in that.
The End.
