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Ivy Craves Control - Part 14
🕑 Added 2022-01-20 07:41:58 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
“What is this?” Tom asked as he scanned the document Ivy had placed in front of him.
“It’s a contract,” she said from across the kitchen table.
Tom looked up and saw Ivy and Abigail both smiling at him. “A contract? For what?”
“It formalizes the agreement between the three of us,” Abigail said. “You should read it, of course, but the short version is that by signing it you agree to become the submissive husband of both Ivy and me. You agree to serve our needs above all else – including your own needs – and you agree to do so for at least a year, after which time we’ll get together and review the agreement.”
“So I’m agreeing to become your servant for a year?” Tom asked.
“In short, yes,” Ivy said. “We can’t both legally marry you, but we thought a contract was a perfect way to formalize what we expect from you as our husband.”
Tom looked down at the document – which was several pages long – and saw sections devoted to his living arrangement, the duties he was expected to perform, and much more. “It seems like you really put a lot of thought into this,” he said.
Abigail smiled, reached across the table, and squeezed his hand. “We did, Tom. And as you’ll see, we have certain expectations of you that you’ll have to fulfill should you agree to sign the contract.”
“For instance, you’ll have to quit your job to serve us full time,” Ivy said. “As you know, the new house is quite a bit larger than this one and it will take a fair amount of work to keep it up. All of that work will fall to you and you simply won’t have enough time to work outside the home. We also expect that the demands on our time will increase as the business grows, so you’ll be expected to become a proficient cook so you can prepare all our meals in addition to your other household duties.”
“You’ll be allowed a maximum of one orgasm per week, but that orgasm can be denied if you fail to do your duties to our satisfaction,” Abigail continued. “And ss you know, you’ll have your own room in the new house and you’ll be invited to sleep in our beds at our discretion but you shouldn’t have any expectation of doing so with any regularity.”
“You will be expected to offer your submission to any men that Abigail and I bring into our home, but you can also expect them to treat you as we would,” Ivy added.
Tom felt a sense of panic rise up in his chest as a million different thoughts swirled in his head. It felt like his life was being upended even though he understood that his day to day existence wouldn’t actually change all that much were he to sign the contract.
“It feels like a lot, doesn’t it?” Abigail asked.
Tom looked across the table and nodded. “It does. I know it’s not all that different from how we live right now, but there’s something about formalizing it that makes it seem…I don’t know, a little scary.”
Ivy stood, moved to the other side of the table, and sat next to Tom. She leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek as her hand moved to his knee and her fingers moved in gentle circles. “It’s okay to feel scared. You’re right that in many ways it won’t be all that different from how we live now, but at the same time, it is a great deal more formal. You’ll see that there’s a section on punishments on the second page.”
Tom turned to the second page and saw the surprisingly lengthy section that detailed punishments he would be subjected to if he failed to live up to his duties. They included lengthy orgasm denial, various kinds of spanking ordered by the amount of pain they’d cause, being made to work in the nude, and anal penetration meant to cause both pain and humiliation.
“We have no reason to believe you’ll fail to live up to your duties, Tom, but we need to be sure, and by signing the contract you give us the right to punish you in any of the ways outlined if you misbehave,” Ivy said.
Abigail stood, moved to the other side of the table, and sat next to Tom, leaving him between the two women he loved. She too kissed him on the cheek and rubbed his leg, helping push him into a state of ever-increasing desire.
“There will be rewards for being a good husband and servant,” Abigail said. “As long as you’re good for us, we’ll see that you’re a very happy man.” Her hand moved between his legs and she massaged his half hard cock as Ivy leaned closer and kissed his neck.
“We’ll make you feel good, Tom,” Ivy whispered. “We’ll make sure that weekly orgasm is everything you want it to be. We’ll make sure you’re a very happy husband and servant.”
“Plus, I’m certain we’ll both need your help relieving the stress of running a growing business,” Abigail added. “I’m fairly certain you’ll be using that talented tongue of yours with great frequency.”
“We’re going to enjoy having a servant on call to eat our pussies whenever we need to cum, Tom,” Ivy said. “Wouldn’t you enjoy that? Wouldn’t you love to come into the office and eat us both out before you go back to cleaning the house or cooking us dinner?”
“Yes,” Tom said breathlessly. His cock throbbed so hard it hurt and he could feel precum leaking into his underwear.
“There’s a signing bonus,” Abigail said softly.
“Really?” Tom asked.
“We’re going to have a threesome,” Ivy replied. “You can have us both, Tom. All you have to do is sign and we’ll take you to the bedroom and show you what it’s like to fuck both your wives.”
Tom was going to sign anyway. The moment they put the contract in front of him he knew he was going to sign it. He didn’t even need to read it. He couldn’t imagine his life without Ivy and Abigail in it. He couldn’t imagine starting over as a single man, which is precisely what would have happened if he declined to become their contractual servant.
“Do you have a pen?” Tom asked.
Ivy stood, grabbed a pen from the junk drawer, and offered it to Tom as she sat next to him and resumed kissing his neck. He uncapped the pen, signed the contract, and was immediately rewarded with a deep kiss from Abigail.
“Would you like to fuck your wives now, Tom?” she asked.
“Yes, please,” he answered.
Abigail and Ivy stood and helped Tom to his feet. They stripped him right there in the kitchen and led him down the hallway and into the master bedroom. They pushed him into the bed and stripped each other naked as he watched with a stiff cock throbbing between his legs. Soon enough Tom had a beautiful woman on either side of him. He wasn’t sure how long he’d last, but he hoped he’d get a chance to fuck them both before he lost his load.
“You know, sometimes I can’t believe how far we’ve come,” Ivy said as Abigail kissed her way down Tom’s stomach and took his cock in her mouth. “It wasn’t that long ago that we were like every other married couple. You were a fairly normal husband and I was a fairly normal wife. When I think of how much has changed it makes my head spin a little.”
Tom groaned as his cock throbbed in Abigail’s exceedingly talented mouth.
“I do love all the changes I made to our marriage,” Ivy continued. “Don’t you, Tom? Aren’t you happier now that I’ve helped turned you into the man you were meant to be?”
“Yes,” Tom answered.
Ivy moved to her knees and straddled Tom’s face. She smiled, reached down to grab a handful of his hair, and lowered her pussy onto his mouth. “My only regret – and it’s a small one – is that I didn’t take control sooner. It’s clear now that you were never meant to be a traditional husband – a strong head of household – and that you’re much better off as a servant to two strong women whose ambitions far exceed your own. You need to be guided, to be taught how to serve, to be shown that your greatest satisfaction will come from living in submission to two beautiful women that were meant to be in charge. Don’t you agree?”
Ivy lifted her pussy from Tom’s mouth and he said, “Yes. I do. I do, Ivy.”
She lowered her slick labia onto his face before he could say another word. A smile crossed her face and she moved her hips back and forth over his mouth as Abigail continued to slowly suck his cock.
“You know things are going to change, don’t you?” Ivy said as she reached up, took her breasts in her hands, and squeezed them. “You know that the contract makes things more formal, that Abigail and I are going to expect you to adhere to the rules, don’t you?”
All Tom could do was nod – he’d read most of the contract and he’d picked up that they would be expecting a great deal of him – and he was on board for that. The truth was, he really was happier in the new version of their marriage, of his life, really. Tom appreciated the structure and the rules. He appreciated having his tasks set out in front of him. He appreciated being told what to do and being rewarded for doing as instructed.
Tom’s train of thought was completely derailed when he felt something wondrous between his legs. Abigail had taken him inside her. Heat and wetness surrounded his cock and he moaned into Ivy’s pussy.
“How does his cock feel?” Ivy asked.
“Hard,” Abigail replied. “He’s nothing like Daniel, of course, but few men are.”
Ivy looked down at Tom and said, “Does her pussy feel good, Tom? Does it feel like a wonderful reward to have Abigail suck your cock and take you inside her?”
“Yes,” Tom said as Ivy lifted her pussy from his mouth. “It feels perfect.”
“You’re not going to cum too quickly, are you?” Abigail asked. “We want to have our fun with you, Tom.”
Ivy laughed. “Even if he does, we can get him hard again. He deserves to enjoy every bit of this threesome. He deserves our full attention before we turn to the next phase of our lives together, the phase where Tom works to support us, where he puts aside his desires in favor of doing everything in his power to serve our needs.”
Abigail moaned and Tom felt her grind back and forth on his cock. Ivy quickly lifted her pussy from Tom’s face and laid next to him, offering him a view of Abigail happily rubbing her clit into his pelvis.
“How does it feel to be fucking your second wife?” Ivy asked.
Tom looked at the smile on Abigail’s face and felt like the happiest man in the world. He suspected the threesome would be a rare occurrence – it might not happen again, in fact – but while it was happening he was determined to enjoy every second of it. “It feels absolutely perfect,” he said.
Ivy kissed him and her tongue darted into his mouth as Abigail moaned louder and moved her hips over his crotch faster.
“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!” she cried out. “I’m cumming!”
Tom was delighted that Abigail had cum before him. He knew she fucked better men than him – Daniel was just one example – and it made him feel a certain kind of joy that he was still capable of giving her an orgasm during sex.
“Well done, Tom,” Ivy said. “I thought for sure you’d blow your load inside her before Abigail came.”
When she’d finished cumming, Abigail lifted her pussy from Tom’s cock and laid on his other side, leaving him sandwiched between beautiful naked women. They both kissed and caressed his body, sending waves of soft, sensual pleasure from head to toe and keeping his cock stiff despite the lack of direct stimulation.
“I owe you two so much,” Abigail said.
“You don’t,” Ivy replied. “This is where you were meant to be, Abigail. That wasn’t obvious at first, but it is now. You’re perfect for us. You and I can build our business and Tom can be the loyal, loving, submissive husband that will do anything it takes to make us happy.”
“Anything?” Abigail asked.
Ivy laughed as she looked at Tom and then back at her friend. “What did you have in mind?”
“Sometimes my imagination runs wild, if I’m being honest,” Abigail said. “Sometimes I feel this little tingling of desire for something…a bit naughtier, I guess. Do you remember Susan?”
Tom remembered Susan. She was one of the few unforgettable people he’d ever met, though that was likely due to the things she subjected him to more than anything else. She was an exceptionally harsh domme and if Tom closed his eyes he could still feel her sodomizing him so aggressively with a dildo.
Ivy wrapped her fingers around Tom’s cock and stroked as Abigail leaned forward and kissed his chest and neck. “I remember Susan,” Ivy said. “How could I forget her? She left an indelible mark on our husband, didn’t she?”
Tom’s cock throbbed in Ivy’s hand and his asshole tightened as he thought of Susan and the manner in which she’d dominated him. She’d taken pleasure in making him suffer, and yet he’d found some pleasure in it too. It had been an entirely different experience from the one he was used to, but Tom had offered his submission because it was to benefit Abigail and Ivy. He couldn’t help but wonder if they planned on using him like that in the future, if that was part of the changes that they’d imagined when they asked him to sign a contract and embrace the notion of being their servant.
“What makes you think of Susan?” Ivy asked.
Abigail looked at Tom and said, “I remember hearing the way he moaned. I remember hearing some of what she said through the closed door. I remember being turned on by it. I remember feeling like it had awakened a part of me that I didn’t know existed, kind of like how another part of me awakened the first time you ordered Tom to go down on me.”
Ivy kissed Tom’s neck and said, “That was fun, wasn’t it darling? Didn’t you enjoy eating Abigail’s pussy the first time? Didn’t you enjoy making my friend cum?”
“I did,” Tom replied.
“And did you enjoy it when Susan fucked you?” Abigail asked.
Tom looked at her, took a moment to enjoy the pleasure of the slow handjob his wife was giving him, and said, “In a way, yes.”
“And what way is that?” Abigail asked as her fingers moved between his legs to play with his balls.
“She pushed my limits in a way they’ve never been pushed before and there was something strangely arousing about feeling like I didn’t have a choice. I know I did, but I didn’t want to disappoint either of you. I wanted to ensure that you got what you needed, so I didn’t want to make that choice to walk away. I wanted to let her do as she desired so she would give you what you wanted,” Tom answered. “And something about that felt good. Really good, if I’m being honest.”
“He really is a submissive,” Abigail said as she looked at Ivy.
Ivy smiled, nodded, and asked, “Do you want to fuck him, Abigail? Do you want to fuck him like Susan did? Do you want to pound his ass with that new strapon we bought?”
“You bought a strapon?” Tom asked.
“You saw it in the list of potential punishments, Tom,” Ivy replied. “So of course we bought one. We figured that sodomizing you with a big strapon cock would be quite the punishment as you’d suffer both pain and humiliation. I didn’t really consider that Abigail might want to do it for her pleasure, but you’d let her, wouldn’t you? You’d submit, wouldn’t you? You’d get on your hands and knees and offer your ass if she wanted to fuck it for her pleasure, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” Tom answered.
Abigail laughed and squeezed his balls. “What a wonderful husband you’re going to be,” she said. “And there will be time for exploring my kinky side, but tonight is not that time. Tonight is about you, Tom. Tonight is about rewarding you for agreeing to be our servant.”
“Why don’t you sit on his face, Abigail?” Ivy suggested. “I’ll make him cum and then I can feed it to him.”
Abigail straddled Tom’s face and dropped her pussy onto his mouth. He put his tongue inside her and bathed it in the juices that her orgasm had produced.
Ivy straddled his waist and took his cock inside her. Tom moaned into Abigail’s pussy as he once again experienced the bliss of being inside his wife.
Abigail gently rode his face, covering his lips, cheeks, nose, and chin with her juices. There were moments when it was difficult to breathe as she covered his mouth and nose, but Tom found pleasure in it. It occurred to him that all three of them had been on a journey similar to the one Abigail described. They’d all discovered sides of themselves that they hadn’t known existed. They’d found the roles that best suited them, and in Tom’s case that meant putting aside his needs to do whatever Ivy and Abigail wanted of him, even if he wasn’t sure what they’d want of him from day to day. Not knowing was part of the fun.
Tom moaned into Abigail’s pussy as Ivy bounced on his cock. Wild thoughts of all manner ran through his head as he considered his future as a servant to the two beautiful naked women working him over. His toes curled as his loins exploded in pleasure. He launched an orgasm into his wife’s pussy and Abigail rubbed her clit furiously over his lips, bringing herself to a second climax. She climbed off his face and laid next to him as Ivy smiled.
“I guess you couldn’t last long enough to make me cum,” she said.
“Sorry,” Tom replied.
“That’s okay,” she said. “This night wasn’t about me. It was about you. I do want you to clean your cum out of me, though. You can make me cum with your tongue as you do it.”
“Of course,” Tom said, knowing full well that he didn’t have a choice in the matter. If Ivy wanted to sit on his face and feed him his load, she was going to do it.
A moment later she Ivy did just that. She dragged her pussy over his stomach, sat on his face, and let his cum flow from her. Tom pushed his tongue inside her and caught every bit of it, swallowing as he went.
“He’s a good husband, isn’t he?” Abigail asked.
“He is, and he’s going to be even better once we’ve fully trained him as our servant,” Ivy replied.
A year ago the entire evening would have seemed utterly insane to Tom. Now, he found himself eager to be trained in a new level of servitude by his two wives. What a difference a year makes.
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