Dominant Wife Threeway
I am a dominant wife, and I dearly love to crush the male.
We’ve been married one year. I’m 29 and Gene is 26. I stand 5’10”, measure 37-25-36, and have won several beauty contests. Gene is 5’7″ and slender, and only his money attracted me. At age 23, he inherited a thriving business when his parents died; at 24, he inherited considerable stocks and bonds from an aunt. When we dated, and I discovered he could be completely dominated, I decided to share the wealth. He proposed, and learned he would have to be my slave. He agreed.
Even before the wedding I sought other couples to share fun and games. I found two perfect pairs. Bill and Ginger are 31; Don and Phyllis are 30. Each couple is socially prominent and dedicated to female domination. Bill and Don are big, muscular men who, unlike Gene, are bisexual. Although I ridicule and discipline Gene daily, Saturday night he is humiliated and punished by others.
We arrive at Ginger’s house about 9 pm. Each wife prepares her slave in a separate room. I know Bill and Don will wear rubber jockstraps and be unbound. I make Gene strip, fold his arms up against his back, and with cuffs and short chains I lock his hands to a collar. Naked and helpless, he is marched into the game room to stand at attention near us. Don and Bill, making drinks, pause and run their eyes warmly over Gene’s body.
The men kneel alongside our chairs while we three girls visit. Soon I designate one of the men to watch Gene and report if he relaxes his attention pose. When he does, Ginger or Phyllis gives him several hard swats with a paddle. One of them suggests nipple rings as further punishment. A heavy steel ring is snapped onto the tip of each nipple, and Gene’s penis rises and swells instantly. We girls laugh at his slim six inches and I tell him how inept he is as a lover.
Before long it is swap time. The men are handcuffed, and I take Bill to a bedroom, peel off the jock, and he kneels and eats cunt until I climax. He then lies on his back and I straddle him from above. His thick, long penis feels wonderful inside me and we explode together. He kneels, and while I whip his ass we make a date to be together during the week.
Back in the game room, I see Gene’s ass and thighs marked with whip lines and Ginger tells us how he pleaded when she twisted the nipple rings. We all laugh at him. We swap again, and this time I put Don through his paces. He has a really big cock and enormous staying power, and I ride him hard, using a strap on him at the same time. Then he licks me clean, I get him up again, and while I ride we talk a bit, making fun of Gene, and planning a date together.
Afterward, the two men are released while Gene, still chained, stands at attention. We have drinks and discuss the slaves’ performances; Gene suffers by comparison.
I go up to him and twist a nipple ring until he moans. I remind him he is not to speak, so I gag him. His eyes betray his fear. I ask the girls if their slave would enjoy playing master a while. They agree to permit it. The men kiss our feet in thanks. One picks up a studded leather strap, the other a small whip, and each hook a finger through a nipple ring. I damn near climax with joy watching Gene, naked and helpless, being taken away for an hour by the two big muscular men.
Ginger, Phyllis, and I talk about the men, our love of domination, and make plans for special games next time. Meanwhile, Gene is being put through hell.
He’s a wonderful, wretched sight when they drag him back. Covered with whip lines, ass swollen and flaming, walking as if his balls were crushed. He must stand before us while the men describe what they did.
Finally we go home. Gene rides naked and chained, not knowing if I’ll release him at home, or let him sleep chained, or put him through fun and games of my own. Whatever I do, he knows that next week he will have to endure another evening, and that is his role as my slave.
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written by D.B.
