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It was 1 PM on an average Wednesday evening. For Veronica, it was another ordinary day, but for her colleague Juliana, well, it had been quite an adventure for her. Working as a graphic designer, Juliana had dressed herself as the modern punk rock corporate girly, but despite the freedom of choice within the confines of the office, Veronica liked to keep things professional. After all, she was not behind the scenes; she was a business development manager, the one who generated sales, discussed potential clients, included herself in private corporate meetings, all that jazz.
But lunchtime was about gossiping. Juliana and Veronica were good friends, but not close, the kind of friends who would talk for hours at work, but grow distant once they stepped into their cars to drive back home. No meeting elsewhere except for office parties and dinner meetings. But for Veronica, life had taken a quiet turn, a subtle turn of continuous business and distancing herself from her husband, Richard Dickenson.
“How’s it going, Vee?” Juliana asked her politely as she sat in front of her at the office cafeteria.
“Going well, how about you?” Veronica responded.
“Oh, you know, same ol’, same ol’. Been on like four dates this last two weeks, and none of them is suitable. Don’t think I have a man out there for me.” Juliana was exhausted trying to find her perfect man. Little did Veronica know that she was not the kind who would let any man drag her around; she wanted to hold the power in any relationship.
“Oh? I’m... I’m sure you’ll find someone. It takes time. Richard and I met after many failed dates, randomly at a party.” Veronica was reminiscing about their time, smiling gently.
“I guess. I don’t know, maybe I come in too harsh and heavy?” Juliana responded as she looked down at her lunch.
Veronica took a deep breath. “I get what you mean. It happens. Gotta be slow with modern guys; they get scared at times seeing a strong woman. You know how it is with these men; they always think we are bruising their little egos.” She chuckled, munching on her sandwich.
“Oh, tell me about it, ugh.” Juliana sighed. “How’s Richard, by the way? You guys, okay?” Juliana raised her eyebrows.
“Umm, tough spot. We are okay. We don’t have a lot of time. I... I don’t know, work is stressing me out, and Richard is just... he expects me to be someone that takes a lot of energy out of me.” Veronica tried to be subtle, but she wanted to vent.
“What do you mean?” Juliana took a sip of her water, looking around, hoping to learn something juicy.
Veronica looked around and whispered, “Please keep this between us, J...”
“Of course, always. We are work besties, right?” Juliana replied.
“Richard and I haven’t been intimate for a few months. Work has been exhausting, and he’s been begging for me to be with him.” Veronica revealed a part of her life that was intimate to Juliana.
“Okay? Be with him on the weekend?” Juliana was curious why they could not be together during the weekends.
“I don’t know, Jules. Weekends are busy, I'm cleaning, and every time I think about being the wife he wants me to be, I feel so tired and fall on the bed.” Veronica revealed even more parts of her life.
“Wife he wants you to be? What does that even mean?” Juliana asked.
Veronica took a sigh. “Listen, you... I...” She was stuttering, thinking if this was a good thing to reveal to anyone, since she did not have many friends or anyone to talk to. Juliana was her only person to vent to. “So, my husband, Richard...”
“Yeah?”
“He likes it when I am dominant. Like, he wants me to be the office-me with him, and I get tired of being the office-assertive me once I am home. At first, when I was a junior assistant manager, it was fine. I didn’t have much to do at work, and I could please him. But things have been difficult. With promotions comes great responsibility, and I had to be more commanding, more dominant in my role. Did you see what happened with Nina? She slipped up and was put on a PIP. I can’t afford that.” Veronica vented as she felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders.
Juliana was slightly and awkwardly aroused by the idea of this. “Didn’t peg you as someone who was dominant at home, Vee, haha.”
“Yeah, he likes it when I am mean and stuff, but I am a big softie inside. I just want to be cuddled and spooned after a long day, you know?” Veronica looked around, her eyes dropping as she took another bite of her sandwich.
“Listen, this is none of my business, but since you were brave enough to reveal something to me, I think it’s only fair I do the same.” Juliana took a deep sigh before telling Veronica about her life, a part of her life.
“Oh? Okay?!”
“Before I became a graphic designer, I spent most of my 20s being a dominatrix. In other words, I would be paid by men who had a shit ton of money for me to roll up to their houses and hurt them. It was amazing. But I needed something a little bit more discreet. This is why I rolled myself into university and finished my graphic design degree.” Juliana smiled, thinking about her past.
“Oh my god, I... you were a dominatrix?” Veronica was slightly in disbelief, but not surprised.
“Yeah, my name was Mistress or Goddess Scarlet,” Juliana replied, nodding her head to the side a bit.
“I guess that explains the guys running away from you,” Veronica continued.
“Yeah, most guys I meet on apps aren’t into this. They get too nervous when I come in too strong, and I’m not a fan of the whole slow-burn process, meeting them, getting to know them, and figuring out their kinks and shit after months of dating, only to find out they are dominant guys or guys who don’t know what they want. Don’t get me wrong, Vee, I love getting to know men, it’s just that I can easily figure out what kind of men they are, the smartass, bravado, self-proclaimed intellectuals and philosophers, ugh.” Juliana rolled her eyes. “Just pathetic. I don’t know, I guess I’m not making any sense.”
“No, I get it. You just want someone who is submissive and doesn’t mind having you take control from the beginning, also confident enough for his ego not to get bruised, right?” Veronica responded.
“Exactly, Vee, exactly!"
“Richard, that is Richard for you. He is so sweet and kind, and takes care of me, and I kinda feel bad I can’t give him what he wants.” Veronica was upset, her voice becoming sombre.
“So, the reason why I revealed I was a dominatrix is because, maybe, and this is a big, big maybe, Veronica, so please don’t get offended, maybe it would be cool if... I spent time with your husband instead, with your consent, of course, and his.” Juliana wasted no time. She was eager to find a man, and Richard seemed like the perfect candidate.
“I... umm...” Veronica was speechless.
“It’s fine, Vee, just... sorry, forget what I said. Anyway, I have to get going. Just... sorry, Vee, just keep this between us.” Juliana was embarrassed and nervous about what Veronica would think of her now.
“N-no, I... yeah, of course.” Veronica tried to stop Juliana, but she packed her stuff and left.
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Wednesday 9:02 p.m.
Richard and Veronica were sitting, watching a movie. They were slightly distant from each other, and Richard was practically falling asleep. As uninterested as he was, he was also overworked, with no one to keep him company or pleasure him.
When Richard and Veronica were dating in their mid-20s, they were animals. Veronica was just graduating, and Richard had an internship planned. Both enjoyed their hedonistic lifestyle. But as time passed, responsibilities rose, marriage happened, stability showcased itself, and everything became calm and neutral. The spice was missing, and despite Veronica occasionally being a dominant woman to Richard, it wasn’t always from the heart. Part of her thought about what Juliana said. She whispered, “Richard… babe?”
“Uh? Hmm?” He was snapped out of his soft slumber on the couch. “Want to head to bed?”
“I was thinking, babe… would you be with another woman?” she asked carefully, as her heart started beating faster.
“Huh? W-what?” Richard snapped out of his sleep, his eyebrows furrowing. “Another woman?”
“Yeah, someone else. Would you be with another woman with my permission?” she continued, waiting for an answer.
“What’s going on? Is this a trap? You know I haven’t cheated on you. I don’t have any women. You can check my phone.” Richard was worried and nervous, thinking this was a way for her to put him in a chokehold with her words.
“No, no, no. I know, I know. L-listen, I… I have this one colleague… You know Juliana Wolfe, right?” Veronica’s words began to hitch slightly with caution.
“I guess… was she the animator…” he tried to guess.
“Graphic designer,” she corrected him, nodding her head.
“Right, right…” Richard acknowledged as he began to look at the TV, ignoring her.
“So… would you be with her if I asked you?” Veronica waited for a while before asking again. She was straightforward and blunt.
Richard got up and started leaving. “You’re out of your mind, Veronica.”
Veronica quickly switched the TV off. “Listen, I’m not joking! Listen to me, I said!” She halted him while he was walking. He recalled that tone and knew he had to obey. He turned around.
“What?” Richard turned around, his hands raised slightly around his hips.
“We haven’t been intimate, Richard, for a while, and every time we do, we aren’t in sync. And I am tired because I want to keep you happy, and I want to be happy. You work hard, if not harder than me on most days…” Veronica’s eyes grew sadder as she looked down.
“Please get to the point, Vee,” Richard said, getting a bit exhausted as she circled around the topic.
“My colleague, Juliana… she was an ex-dominatrix. She’s literally what you like, but she’s a professional. I wanted to know if you would be down with it. I’ll be there, and I’ll make sure we both consent, including her. She jokingly mentioned it, but I think she was serious.”
“Serious about what?” Richard asked.
“Serious to be with you,” she replied quietly, her voice growing slightly meeker.
Richard closed his eyes, squinting. “I… I want you, Vee.”
“I know, babe, I know.” She came close to him, placing her hands over his cheeks. “But this will be good for us, I promise you. I know you like having a dominating woman, and I know you want me to be that, but it’s tough, it’s difficult for me sometimes. I don’t want you to go ahead in life, move on from getting exhausted trying to convince me, and eventually cheat on me. This way, we are consenting, and we are doing it together. It’ll be fun, and I can’t stop thinking about it.” Veronica explained as kindly as possible, reasoning with him and caring for him.
“I’ll never cheat on you. First, and second…” he paused, closing his eyes. “If you think this will be good for us, for our connection, our marriage, I don’t mind giving it a shot. But please, discuss things with her. You know what I like, so how…” He was interrupted by Veronica.
“Don’t worry, I’ll talk to her. We’ll do something this weekend. This will be good, babe, I promise.” Veronica smiled tenderly, kissing him on the lips.
“Love you. Uhh, going to head to bed. You coming?” Richard whispered as they parted their lips.
“Be there in a second.” Veronica went back to the living room, picked up her phone, bit her lips, and sent a rather awkward text that she shouldn’t really. She messaged Juliana from her personal phone rather than her work phone. “Hey, Veronica from work here. This is my personal number. Can we talk privately tomorrow?”
Juliana never replied to her text but read it. She softly smiled while at her apartment, getting ready for bed, as she shut her computer off. She knew what the conversation was going to be about, and she was prepared for it.
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Thursday 9:32 a.m.
Juliana walks up casually, strolling and trying to hold her smile as she approaches Veronica. “Sooooo...” She held her pause a little longer while Veronica was typing an email. “Give me a sec, Jules.”
Juliana leaned back at her desk as Veronica exclaimed, “And send! Jesus, I can't believe Frank still hasn't reached back out to me.”
“I’m so glad I don’t have to deal with your stuff. I’d blow my brains out if I had to deal with clients every day. Happy doing the art and marketing stuff.”
Juliana said, knowing how challenging Veronica’s work is, especially as the business development manager.
“So, umm, listen, can we talk? Private...”
Veronica gets up and grabs her mug. “Kitchen? Coffee?” Veronica asks as she slides her chair back and gets up to leave.
“Sure, I could use some fuel.” Juliana followed Veronica side-by-side to the kitchen.
Once they arrive at the kitchen, Veronica starts brewing her coffee and softly speaks. “So, I... about yesterday, were you serious or just fooling around?”
“Depends if you are interested.” Juliana smiles slyly, knowing Veronica could be interested; it was all over her face.
“I... well, I am and... and I spoke to Richard yesterday. He was a bit on the fence, but he’s interested too.” Veronica was careful; her words were precise but a bit unsteady.
“I see. Listen, Vee, I don’t want to force myself into your marriage and ruin...”
Juliana was interrupted as she was speaking.
Veronica quickly responded in a jolt of reassurance, “No, no, no, oh my god, I... I just thought it would be nice. Richard gets what he wants, and I get what I want.”
“And what is it that you want, Vee?” Juliana raised her eyebrows, unsure how she was going to be involved.
“I want to see; I want to learn and watch what you do.” The words came clean and precise. Veronica had no reason to be there, but she still wanted to.
“Well, if I agree to this, I might need some time with Richard, just to discuss a few things.” Juliana wanted to be professional. She wanted to make sure that everyone was on this equally.
“Absolutely. Maybe we can set something up tomorrow in the evening and maybe arrange a time during the weekend.” Veronica paused. “Umm, w-what about the payment, how much could you charge?”
“Uh, Vee, it’s chill. Let’s see how it goes, and since I haven’t done this in a long time, I might need to get my groove back, you know.” Juliana looked at the coffee getting warm and started pouring herself a cup, along with Veronica.
“So, what is Richard into?” Juliana was very curious.
“A lot, he’s nuts for a lot of things. What is your speciality?” Veronica tried to know what Jules did best. She was curious, very curious. She softly bit the inner part of her cheeks, excited to know what she was good at or known for.
Juliana chuckled. “Hahaha, well, a lot of guys loved being pegged by me, chastity cages, and oddly enough, most men that came to me also loved being humiliated and degraded. I’m known for it all.”
Veronica smiled, raising her eyebrows. “Wow, I... well, I have pegged Richard, like, once, and he was leaking all over himself. I haven’t caged him, and he loves being humiliated when we get into the play. We roleplay a lot.”
“What do you roleplay?”
Just as Juliana questioned her, two colleagues walked in talking.
Veronica quickly walks and grabs a seat a bit far away from the other colleagues, and as they sit, “Honestly, he loves student-teacher, obviously me being a student, office roleplays, doctor roleplays, I mean, you know, the classics.”
“A little too old for the whole student and teacher play, huh?” Juliana softly giggled, biting her lip.
“Yeah, well, we make it work. So, what do you think? Think we have a mutual understanding? Should we circle back with Richard tomorrow?” Veronica began to incorporate a few corporate lingo phrases to make things professional and cheesy.
“Fuck off, Vee. Circle back, pfft, whatever. Yeah, sure.” Juliana slyly smirks while she sips on her coffee.
They both laugh and begin talking about Juliana’s previous ventures.
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Friday 7:12 p.m.
Knock knock knock.
"Oh, she's here. Come on, Richard," Veronica whispers as she comes to the door to greet Juliana. "Oh, hey there!" she smiles, opening the door. "Welcome, come in!"
Juliana puts on a snarky smile, the kind that shows her wicked intentions but still wants to be kind and hospitable. "Hey, thanks for having me. Beautiful house, by the way. Love what you've done with the front porch."
"Thanks, Richard helped a lot. It was his idea to get extra plants and a nice swing. It's great for stargazing," Veronica speaks with pride in her chest.
"You must be Richard. Nice to meet you." Juliana extends her hand for Richard to shake.
"Hi, Veronica has spoken a lot about you, and I'm..." Richard smiles, shaking her hand, only to be interrupted.
"Alright, let's sit down first." Juliana immediately glances toward the sofa and approaches it to sit.
"Can I get you anything, Jules? Water, coffee, some tea, anything? Maybe something strong?" Veronica is polite. She wants to welcome Juliana to her home. She has never brought anyone from the office home ever since she's worked there, so this must be a very special moment.
"No, no, I'm okay, thanks, Vee. Just here to speak with Richard, and I'll probably get something on the way back. So, Richard, come, sit." She pats the couch cushion next to her, and Richard slowly makes his way to sit while Veronica stands away, observing both of them.
"Veronica tells me you have been craving a specific kind of intimacy that she, unfortunately, cannot always provide." Juliana relaxes her body, lying comfortably on the couch.
"Yes, that is..." Richard is once again interrupted.
"Did I ask you to speak?" Juliana rushes, her words sharp.
"N-no..." Richard begins to quiver. He loved being bossed around, but by a stranger? That was very new. Juliana's eyes widen, indicating another warning.
"You don't listen, do you? You nod for a yes or a no. Do I make myself clear?"
Richard nods his head up and down, indicating he understands.
"Good. So, I know you want your wife to be somewhat dominating, and she, like I said, unfortunately, cannot always show up with that persona. So, I am here to fill in the gaps. Now, I know a little bit about you. Veronica has mentioned a few things. However, I am not sure how much she's told you..."
"I haven't said anything to him," Veronica interrupts Juliana.
Juliana's eyebrows raise, her eyes sharp like thorns as she stares at Veronica without moving her head. She is furious that people keep interrupting her when she is under the disguise of her former self, the self that does not give a shit.
"Sorry," Veronica whispers in petrification.
"Like I was saying, I am not sure how much she has told you about me, but I'll reiterate a few of the things I enjoy. For starters, you will be in a chastity cage. That is non-negotiable. One key will be given to your wife and the other to me. You will be released for cleaning, and that is all. Second, I'm into pegging, and I don't tend to be gentle about it. So, I expect you to prepare with whatever toys you have in your spare time. Third, you will be given a safe word. You can use it, and I'll know that it is something you do not like. However, mind you, use it often, and I'll have to leave this dynamic we've made. I don't enjoy it when my partners keep tapping out. Is that clear?"
Richard nods.
"Good. Don't worry, Veronica and I will be gentle at first, but I also expect you to please both of us. Veronica works hard, and I hope you will learn to appreciate it often. I, however, will reward you with the things you desire, and if you are lucky, I'll let you fuck me too."
Richard, this time, nods softly. Juliana places her key around her wrist while placing the other on the table for Veronica to pick up later.
"Very well, I expect you to be ready tomorrow. I have booked a room for a few hours. I'm not a big fan of doing it in people's houses or at mine. I'll send Veronica the address, and I expect you to be on your best behavior."
"Mmhmm." Richard nods.
"Before I take my leave, you can ask me three questions, and you have..." Juliana looks at the clock, "60 seconds to ask them... now!" The second hand of the clock strikes 12, and so begins the countdown.
"Oh... uhh... do you know what cage I'll be... umm... using?"
"Yes, I know your size. Veronica has mentioned it. I'll be getting you one."
"Which one?"
"I'm not sure, I'll decide later."
"Okay, umm..."
"30 seconds."
"Oh, umm, okay, do I have to pay you?"
"No, I've discussed this already with Veronica. That's it!"
"But I only asked two."
"Nope, you asked three. Twice about the cage and once about the payment. And your time is up." Juliana gets up and proceeds to head to the door. "I'll take my leave then. Vee, see you tomorrow?"
"Yup! See you tomorrow, Jules." Veronica closes the door as she leaves.
Juliana leaves with a smirk, and as she approaches her car, she whispers, "I'm so fucking back, bitches."
Meanwhile, Richard asks his wife, "Can I... talk?"
"Huh? Y-yeah, you can. I'm not her, babe, heh!" Veronica speaks up, hesitant too.
"Fuck, that was intense, Vee." Richard begins to breathe heavily.
"It really was, holy shit. If I knew that was who I was working with, shit, she'd have everyone on their knees at work. It's crazy how intimidating she can be if she wanted to." Veronica is dizzy from the interaction too, like she was hit with some sort of flashbang of a reality she wasn't aware of.
"Was she always like this?" Richard asks curiously.
"No, she was assertive at times, but usually sweet and funny for the most part," Veronica responds, her eyebrows raised, tilting her head to the side.
"I think I need to spend some time alone in the washroom." Richard's voice becomes feverish as he speaks about his urges.
"Oh? Is... is that so? Hehe~. Mind if I join? After all, you heard her, right? You are going to be caged, and I might not get to play with your cute little peepee." Veronica doesn't hesitate and begins to tease him for what is about to come.
"Oh, fuck, Vee." Richard grabs her hand and rushes upstairs to the washroom.
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Saturday 8:28 p.m.
"You think we are in the right place?" Veronica pulls over to a building, slightly worn out yet still intact.
"Did you text her?" Richard asks, looking over the messenger group they had made together. "Looks like we are here, Building 435, Amber Complex. Fuck, why here?"
"Not sure, but I am not asking her. I still couldn't shake the feeling when she gave me that stare." Veronica was nervous as they parked the car and proceeded to go upstairs.
As they both walked, almost in sync, they reached floor two. "Uh, apartment 205, I think it's... this way?" They both turn left from the stairs and head to the apartment. Richard knocks on the door, and in a matter of a few seconds, Juliana opens it.
"You are late. I said 8:30 on the dot, and it's almost 8:40. I don't like men who waste my time." Juliana had such dominance in her voice. Little did they both know, this was about to get much crazier.
"S-sorry, I... we were still trying to find the place." Richard tried to apologize, only for Veronica to continue, "Yeah, but..."
They both come inside, and Juliana quickly interrupts Veronica. "I want you to sit on that couch and try not to talk a lot. I know you tend to get a whole lot chatty at the workplace, but this is my workplace, and I don't want you to keep murmuring shit from that pretty mouth of yours."
Veronica was taken aback. Her heart sank almost instantly. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, but she dared not disobey. She moved silently to the couch and took a seat. Richard was surprised too. Did it begin? Did she start? He thought to himself.
"You remember your safe word, right? I mean, keep using it, and you'll never see me do this with you again." Juliana made the rules extremely clear.
Richard nodded and was once again silent. "Good, I like how you are obeying me already. Now, take your pants off. I need to put you in a cage. It's your size, I guess, but we'll have to see that now."
Juliana picked up the chastity cage and unboxed it, a plastic, light pink, rose-colored cage. Richard looked over at his wife, but Juliana snapped him out of it almost immediately. "Hey," she snaps her fingers twice, "remove your pants and stop looking at your wife. I'm in charge of this fucking room. Do I make myself fucking clear, or do I need to reiterate in a way that gets through your thick skull?"
Richard instantly pulls his pants down, revealing his limp three-inch cock. It was cute and made Juliana laugh. "Oh, heh, I mean, I knew your wife said you were small, but I guess I didn't believe it." Juliana was not really phased by it. She's had clients who were much smaller and slimmer down there.
She walks over to him, giving his balls a grab. "I can't wait to play with them and fill them up until your mind becomes a fucking melted ice cream. You are going to be my submissive, limp-dick loser, and I'm all for it." A wicked smile spread across Juliana's cheeks. Richard groaned as her nails dug deep into his balls. He was nervous, and his heart was pounding. "This is turning me on so much, and the cage is going to be hell," he thought to himself as she put it on him. "Breathe in, and breathe out..." She locks him in his cage with a slight wiggle room. "Perfect!"
Her hands rub underneath his T-shirt. "Oh, fuck, I wasn't aware you were also toned underneath. I love your hips. Fuck, you have an ass that is inviting to be fucked. Luckily, I have the perfect size for you."
Juliana gets naked too. She removes her T-shirt and pants, unhooks her bra to reveal her nipple piercing. Both Veronica's and Richard's eyes softly widened at the sight. She knew what she was doing. "Get on the bed."
Juliana looked perfect in every way possible, her body sculpted by the gods. She was a sight to see underneath her clothes.
Richard reluctantly goes over to the bed and sits on the edge of it, his cock already twitching, looking at Juliana's curves. As she opens her bag, she reveals a large black strap-on that she puts over. Veronica's jaw dropped. "What the actual fuck, Juliana?"
"Hmm? Don't worry, he'll get used to it. You'll be surprised how easily a man's asshole can stretch out. Plus, he isn't a virgin when it comes to pegging, right?" There was silence in the room, and Richard had nothing to say or do but oblige. He was shivering, his body was warm, his throat dry, and a hundred thoughts were running across his mind. "That's what I thought," Juliana continues.
She looks over at Richard. "Come on, lie down and turn over." Richard followed her command. As he prepared himself, his ass arching slightly upwards in a pronebone position, Juliana would stretch him to his limits.
She walks over and picks up a cylindrical pillow. "Here, lay on top of this. It should give you some support." Richard's cock was now completely squeezed in between this pillow and his own body. Even if he wanted to move, it would be almost impossible.
"Don't worry, I'm going to be gentle." She lies on top of him and places her strap-on on top of his ass. "Fuck, I've missed fucking men."
She snaps her fingers towards Veronica, “Hey, get up and get me my phone.” Veronica looked over at the table across from her and got up. She had no choice but to obey; the new hierarchy was established the moment Juliana was given control.
Veronica gets up and gets Juliana her phone. “Good girl, and go sit down.” Veronica bit her lip; she enjoyed that she was being told what to do, something that wasn’t always the privilege between Richard and herself.
“Ready, Mr Dick Dickenson?” Juliana laughs, mocking Richard with his pet name, as she softly applies some lube over his tight pink asshole and her strap. “Don’t stress, breathe in like before.” She takes the tip and teases into his opening. Richard whimpers, biting on his hand, “ngh~”
“Don’t tense, I said, or else it’s going to hurt. Relax, relax the body. Don’t think about the size.” Juliana was oddly comforting. The tip was poking into the opening of his ass; it kept contracting as Richard began to fear the size.
“But it’s so… It feels so big, Juli—” Richard tried to think of something else to loosen up his mind.
“It’ll fit. I’ll make you take it all before tonight. Don’t overthink.” Juliana’s voice turned harsher; her tone dropped slightly as she grunted at the idea that Richard would have to take every inch of her. She continued teasing him with the tip, how swollen it was compared to how tiny his hole was, but as moments passed, she began to squeeze it in.
“There… you… go. Don’t move your hips. Stay still and let me push.” Juliana finally managed to slide her strap into Richard’s tight hole, but he could not yet take all of it. A whimper escaped his throat along with a sudden jolt as he continuously felt the thickness of her inside him.
“Oh, look at you, whimpering like a little slut. Lost for words?” Juliana was quick to humiliate him.
“Ungh, ngh, mhm~” Richard kept moaning with every gentle thrust inside him. His prostate was giving him a firework of sensations all over his body, his nervous system working overtime, his mind melting as he could finally feel the stretch.
“You going to thank your wife for this?” Juliana enjoyed the view of his hips completely submitted to her strap; how wet he was getting against the plastic cage that he was aching to be free from. How does a man feel the sheer force of a large strap-on while his arousal levels are through the roof, constrained in a tiny chastity cage?
“Mmhmm~ th-thank you for letting her fuck me.” Richard moaned, unable to even look at his own wife.
“You’re welcome, baby.” Veronica looked at him, her nipples aroused as she watched her husband being handled by a far more dominant woman, far more qualified than she could ever be. “God, he’s taking it so well,” she whispers, biting her lips, her eyebrows gently raised in surprise.
The lubed-up strap made a subtle suction sound as Juliana moved her hips in a rhythmic motion, not too fast, not too slow, at a moderate tempo inside Richard’s tight asshole.
“The cage feels too tight!” Richard yelped, exclaiming his torturous position.
“It’s supposed to. You aren’t supposed to be given any pleasure except being fucked in your ass,” Juliana replied with sheer dominance in her voice, a demanding position where she wins: a man locked, a man fucked. She lucked out there—a simple equation.
As several moments passed, “I see… I see you pushing your ass further back. You really want to take all of it, huh?” Juliana pulls her strap out, and she bears witness to how far and wide Richard’s asshole has been stretched. “Oh, fuck!” She places the strap on top of his ass and takes a picture. “Don’t mind me, just taking a picture to remind myself how much of a bitch you are for this dick.”
“Go on, beg for it. Beg to take every inch of it. Look at your wife and beg and plead with me to put it in your stretched asshole,” Juliana demanded, her voice even sharper than before.
“Please, pl-please, give it to me. Please, I want it all. I want you to stuff it in me, deep inside my asshole. I’m such a slut for you. Use me, please, I’m begging you to continue fucking me. I want to cum inside this cage.” Richard’s voice was trembling and breathy as he looked at his wife. His eyes were gently open, not all the way. It was almost like he was in a trance.
“Aww, look at your hubby all riled up. You like watching him get fucked by me, huh?” Juliana chuckles, looking over at his wife.
“Mmhmm, it-it’s so hot.” She catches her breath, only to ask Juliana, “Can I touch myself?” Veronica’s heartbeat increases, her fingers begging to touch her pussy as she asks Juliana for permission.
“Abso-fucking-lutely not. Sit there and be a good cuckquean as I ruin your husband for you.” Juliana smiled wickedly, curling her hair back and once again lubing and placing her strap right at the edge of his asshole. “Go on, move your hips back.” She grabs him and pulls him in as her strap sinks deep inside his asshole while she continues to record him.
“There you go, good boy, good boy taking all this big black dick, hahaha!” Her laugh was wicked, knowing how just a few minutes ago Richard was practically shaking before taking her in, and now he’s shaking, begging to have her stay in.
The loud squelching sounds of Richard fucking Juliana’s strap sound like thunderous noises. It felt like he could not stop moaning. “That’s right, moan for me, louder, you want it deeper, don’t you, huh? You want it fucking stuffed inside your tight asshole.”
Richard continued moaning, begging her to continue fucking him. “Mmh… ouhm… nngh~ don’t st-stop, please, please!”
“Oh, baby, I’m not enjoying this way too much to stop. I just enjoy being able to show how much I’m better at being a dominant whore for men like you compared to your pathetic wife.” Juliana chuckles, lowering her voice. “I think she’s getting wet.” She slaps Richard’s ass, pulling his hips back as he continues to ride her.
“Oh, I am going to enjoy this for a long… long… time.”
It was going to be a defining night for all three of them, the kind that could be burned into their bodies and minds for the future, the kind that would change each of them completely.
Fin.
Thank you for reading :)
