The Submissive Diary of Molly and Myles - Part 3 (Patreon)

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Myles

Between our second and third therapy sessions, Molly took the advice Mistress Brooke had given her and put my mouth to use with great frequency.

The very next morning she lured me out of bed and pulled me into the bathroom with her. We kissed a little as the shower warmed up and then we stepped in and she made sure I was rock hard before spinning around and telling me to soap her up.

My erection remained as I washed my wife’s beautiful body from head to toe. She even had me wash her hair, which I’d never done before and which turned out to be a surprisingly erotic experience.

When I’d finished, Molly smiled and said, “You know, I wasn’t entirely sure at first, but I think I’m going to love dominating you.”

“Yeah?” I asked.

I was still a little insecure about the whole thing, to be honest. In some ways we were embracing an entirely new approach to our marriage, and that kind of shift in roles can be awfully jarring.

Molly seemed far more confident, though. After my comment she soaped up her hands and reached out to play with my cock and balls. I felt an immediate and intense kind of pleasure. I clearly hadn’t realized just how much I’d enjoyed washing her body.

“Yes, Myles. In fact, I’d go so far as to say I’m absolutely certain of it.” She smiled and stepped closer as her soapy fingers continued to move up and down my cock. “Your arousal is obvious, but I’m turned on too, and it’s not just because your touch feels good. It’s because you did it as a submissive. It’s because you want to submit to me and devote yourself to my happiness. There’s something about that I find exceptionally arousing. Peter and Mistress Brooke are right. This is going to be exquisitely fun.”

Any submissives out there will know the kind of joy I felt in that moment. It was essentially Molly telling me she was totally on board with my desires. It felt like an important moment, to be honest. I could actually feel my sense of trust in the whole thing deepen.

“Now I’d like you to worship my pussy,” Molly said just a few moments later.

I felt the briefest moment of disappointment that she wasn’t going to stroke me to an orgasm before sinking to my knees and committing myself to the glory of making my wife cum. She held my head in place and I licked her perfect pussy until an orgasm ripped through her. What an absolute delight it was, and that was just the beginning of our week.

Molly

Mistress Brooke said I should have Myles go down on me two or three times a day if I could handle it. The day after our second session – the session where I sucked Peter’s cock and swallowed his beautiful load – I made Myles go down on me four times.

First there was the fun in the shower. After that I had him eat my pussy during breakfast. It was right after he’d set the plates on the table and sat down to eat.

Right as Myles dug his fork into his eggs I was struck by an idea. “Put the fork down, honey,” I said. “Get on your knees. Eat my pussy while I’m eating my breakfast.”

Myles smiled, dropped his fork, and got on his knees. I pushed my chair out, twisted towards him, and pulled off the cute little pajama shorts I’d put on after the shower. I spread my legs and Myles crawled between them. He pulled my panties aside and put his tongue to work on my pussy for the second time in an hour.

It was a bit of an odd experience to eat my breakfast while my husband was licking my pussy, but overall I found it rather thrilling. I did my best to not cum while I was eating. I liked the idea of him being down there licking me throughout my meal.

I barely paid attention to him as I ate, in fact. I’m not sure why, it just felt sexy. When I was finished, I picked up my coffee, took a sip, and spread my legs a little wider as I looked down at him.

“You’re a good boy,” I said. I heard Peter’s voice in my head as the words left my lips. I heard him calling me a “good girl” as I sucked his cock. I was hit by an incredible wave of arousal and a desperate sense of desire. I wanted to be on my knees for Peter.

Then I heard him telling me that Myles felt the same way about getting on his knees for me, that it filled my husband with desire to be able to pleasure me.

“Make me cum, Myles,” I said. “Be a good boy and make me cum.”

Just a few minutes later he did as he was told. He brought me right to the edge as I sipped my coffee and I climaxed right after putting my cup down on the kitchen table. I’d had my second orgasm and I hadn’t been awake for more than an hour.

He serviced me two more times that day, with the last coming right before we went to bed. I’d crawled into bed wearing a pair of lace underwear and nothing more and it seemed to captivate my husband, which was the entire point, of course.

He snuggled up against me and I rolled onto my side so we could spoon. Myles was hard and immediately I felt his cock press into my ass. He did that little thrusting thing that guys always seem to hope is going to inspire a girl to want to fuck. It didn’t make me want to fuck, but it did make me want to sit on his face.

After a little bit of spooning I disengaged from Myles’s grasp and rolled over so we were laying face to face. I kissed him and played with his hard cock a little before guiding his head to my breasts. He offered his lips and tongue for my pleasure – and his, of course – and it felt spectacularly good, especially when he played with my nipples.

“Do you want to cum?” I asked, knowing full well that I had no intention of letting him do so.

“Yes, please,” he said.

“Do you understand that I get to decide when you cum?” I asked as I stroked his cock.

“Yes, I do,” he said.

“Does that mean you’re not going to complain when I tell you that you don’t get to orgasm tonight?” I asked.

He whimpered a little, which actually turned me on. It was strange to find it arousing, but I liked his frustration and I loved that he wasn’t going to openly complain. He was going to accept his fate like a good boy.

“No, I won’t complain,” he said.

At that point I kissed Myles again and then maneuvered him to his back and straddled his head.

“You are going to make me cum again, though,” I said as I pulled my panties aside and dropped my pussy onto his mouth.

Myles did what was expected of him and ate my pussy until I climaxed. I sat on his face for a few minutes afterwards, mostly because I really liked the idea of my juices coating him.

After climbing off his face I got under the covers, turned off the light, and said goodnight. I smiled as I imagined him laying there with a full erection, wishing desperately that I’d give him permission to cum. There was no chance of that, though.

Myles

“How was your week, Myles?” Mistress Brooke asked.

She looked resplendent in a tight black skirt, knee high black leather boots, and a white blouse unbuttoned to her cleavage. I was utterly enraptured.

“It was wonderful,” I said.

“Why don’t you tell me what made it so wonderful?” she asked.

“Molly really seemed to embrace dominating me, at least in terms of putting her pleasure above mine. I lost count of how many times I went down on her during the week and she only let me cum once,” I said.

Mistress Brooke smiled and uncrossed her legs. My eyes glanced down. I couldn’t help it. Doesn’t every guy stare when a woman does that sort of thing?

“Do you like worshiping pussy, Myles?” Mistress Brooke asked. “Does it fill you with joy? Does it arouse you to get on your knees in front of a woman and give her pussy the attention it deserves?”

“I do, Mistress Brooke,” I answered. “I really do like worshiping pussy. I really do feel a sense of happiness when I’m between Molly’s legs.”

Mistress Brooke pulled up her skirt and opened her legs. She wasn’t wearing any panties, which meant I had a perfect view of her pussy.

“Do you like the way my pussy looks, Myles?” she asked.

I nodded as I stared at it.

“Would you be willing to sacrifice something for the chance to get on your knees and eat my pussy, Myles?” she asked.

I nodded again and said, “Yes, I would.”

“Come, Myles. Kneel in front of me,” she said.

I felt my heart rate increase and a sense of spectacular desire spread through me as I got on my knees in front of Mistress Brooke. I looked at her pussy and then met her piercing gaze.

Mistress Brooke leaned forward and put two fingers in my mouth. I sucked on them and when she deemed I’d gotten them slippery enough she sat back once more and began to masturbate. I watched as her fingers moved in slow circles around her clit. I saw her labia part and gazed at the glistening pink flesh inside her.

“Would you sacrifice your orgasms for a chance to worship my pussy, Myles?” she asked.

I looked up from between her legs and nodded. I didn’t even think about it. I simply offered my acceptance of the bargain she’d put on the table.

Mistress Brooke slid forward on her chair until her ass was hanging over the edge. Her pussy was close enough that I could smell the scent of her arousal.

“You may worship me, Myles,” she said. “You may tend to my pussy and make me cum. In exchange, you’ll be forbidden from cumming this week.”

I nodded and leaned forward to claim the prize that had been offered. I worshiped Mistress Brooke’s pussy as her hand found the back of my head and held me in place. It was such a small thing, but her firm grip on my head was intensely arousing. My cock was hard in my pants. My body was alive with desire, all because I was going down on the beautiful therapist that had already changed my life for the better.

I’m not sure how long I was between Mistress Brooke’s legs because I quickly entered a place of the purest mental bliss as I worshiped her. It was like the only things in the world that existed were her perfect pussy and my tongue. It was the same place that I’d spent most of my week as Molly had me worshiping her over and over again with only one orgasm doled out for my pleasure.

Eventually I made Mistress Brooke cum. She moaned, she gripped my hair tightly, and this beautiful tremble rushed down her legs as she climaxed. When she pushed my head away I looked up and saw a smile on her face. It filled me with the most beautiful kind of joy.

“Thank you for letting me worship your pussy,” I said. The mere act of offering thanks for the pleasure of giving her an orgasm made me happy.

“You’re welcome, Myles. Now please return to your seat.”

I did as I was told and Mistress Brooke’s skirt was back in its place and her legs were crossed once more by the time I’d dropped onto the comfy couch.

“Now, we need to talk about your eventual cuckolding,” she said.

I was still thoroughly aroused, of course, and the notion of Molly fucking someone else was intensely sexy when Mistress Brooke mentioned it.

“It’s of the utmost importance that you not fall prey to the mistakes that some men in your place make,” Mistress Brooke said.

“Of course,” I replied. “I want to be a good cuckold for my wife. I really do.”

“I know you do, Myles, and I’m going to help you. I’m going to ensure that you’re the best cuckold possible for your loving, beautiful wife. First and foremost, you need to understand that your wife is cuckolding you because you’re not capable of giving her the sexual pleasure she desires. Anytime you experience an unpleasant feeling related to your cuckolding, let your mind find its way back to that place. You’re being cuckolded because you are, in many ways, an inferior man,” Mistress Brooke said.

I’ll be honest, it hurt a little when she said it. That’s a difficult thing for a man to accept. I knew it was true, of course. I knew that Molly needed someone dominant. I knew she needed a traditional alpha male and that I wasn’t that guy. I knew she needed someone superior to me to give her the sexual pleasure she craved.

“Of course, Mistress Brooke,” I said. “I know that’s true. It’s hard to hear, but I know it’s true and I’ll always keep that in mind when Molly begins to cuckold me.”

“You must also remember that her pleasure is the only thing that matters. That means if she decides you’re not allowed to cum that you will not complain. You will accept her decision because when it comes to your orgasms your opinion is entirely unimportant. It doesn’t matter even a little. All that matters is what your dominant wife desires. Do you understand?” Mistress Brooke asked.

“I do,” I said. The notion was exciting to me, honestly. I liked the idea of Molly being in control. I knew it would be frustrating, too, but I really liked it.

“You must also be prepared to embrace doing things you find humiliating and potentially degrading. If Molly wants you to clean her lover’s cock after they’ve fucked, you’ll do it. If she wants you to fluff him before they have sex, you’ll do it. If she wants you to clean her lover’s cum from her body or from inside her pussy, you’ll do it. Do you understand?” Mistress Brooke asked.

It was the first time I’d considered those elements of cuckolding. It all sounded so extreme, and yet I was in such a state of arousal that all of it just made me horny.

“Are you turned on, Myles?” Mistress Brooke asked. “Does the idea of doing all that for your beautiful wife turn you on?”

“It does, Mistress Brooke,” I said.

“It’s quite possible you’re going to be a perfect cuckold, Myles,” she replied.

I couldn’t help but smile.

Molly

“How was your week, Molly?” Peter asked.

“It was wonderful,” I replied as my mind filled with images of Myles pleasuring me with his tongue. I’d lost count of how many times he made me cum.

Peter smiled and asked, “What made your week so wonderful?”

“It felt like I made real progress in exploring my dominant side,” I explained. “I felt genuinely comfortable making Myles worship my pussy – and my body, to a certain extent – whenever I felt even the slightest bit of desire. It was the first time I felt genuine, sustained arousal due to his submission. It turned me on to deny him an orgasm and sit on his face. It turned me on to make him eat my pussy while I enjoyed breakfast as his eggs got cold. That sort of thing.”

Peter offered another smile and said, “That’s very good, Molly. It sounds like you’re making genuine progress.”

There was something else I wanted to say, but I felt a little embarrassed about it. I figured there was no point in holding back, though.

“I thought about you, too,” I said.

“In what way?” he asked.

“I thought about our last session. I thought about the way you used my mouth. I thought about how good it felt to be on my knees in front of you and to have your cock in my mouth. I thought about how good it felt when I made you cum,” I admitted.

“That’s good, Molly. All of that is good. That’s what you should be thinking about. You’re not like your husband. You’re not a pure submissive. You find pleasure in both domination and submission, and it’s not at all surprising that you’d be thinking about a dominant man while your submissive husband is worshiping your pussy. Ideally we’ll get you to a place where you get to experience both of those things at the same time. Your submissive husband will pleasure both you and the lover you’ve taken and then he’ll watch as another man satisfies you.”

“I’d like that very much,” I said. I’d never really thought about Myles servicing a man, but the idea wasn’t the slightest bit repellent to me.

“I thought about you as well,” Peter said.

His admission caught me off guard, though I found the notion immensely arousing.

“Really?” I asked.

“Of course, Molly. You’re exceptionally beautiful and you showed that you’re a willing submissive and an excellent cocksucker last week,” Peter said.

I felt this incredible kind of pleasure at being called a cocksucker by the dominant man I’d worshiped a week ago. It was entirely unexpected but exceptionally thrilling.

Peter smiled and said, “You like that, don’t you Molly? You like that I think of you as an excellent cocksucker, don’t you?”

I felt oddly shy as I nodded in response to his question.

“It’s a quality every submissive woman must possess. A dominant man won’t find much pleasure in a subpar blowjob, after all.”

I yearned to be on my knees for him in that moment. I wanted to show him that I was a good cocksucker. I wanted to worship his big dick and make him cum again.

“Do you want to worship my cock right now, Molly?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” I replied. There was nothing in the world I wanted more than to drop to my knees in front of Peter so I could suck his cock until he rewarded me with a load of his cum.

“That won’t be happening this week,” he said. “I’m afraid that part of being a submissive is being denied the thing you crave most.”

I was genuinely crestfallen. I’d spent the whole week fantasizing about getting to suck Peter’s cock again. I’d fantasized about getting fucked, too, but I figured there was no way that was happening. I never imagined I’d get nothing.

“I’d like you to take your skirt and panties off and masturbate for me, Molly,” he said.

I did as I was told immediately. Once my pussy was free from my panties I sat on the couch, spread my legs, and masturbated as I’d been ordered to do. Pleasure spread through my body instantly. I was wet from the mere thought of getting to worship Peter’s cock, so it wasn’t the slightest bit surprising that I got worked up from a little bit of self-pleasure.

“Now tell me what you want, Molly,” Peter said.

“I want to worship your cock, sir,” I replied. “I want to take you in my mouth and suck your beautiful cock until you cum for me. I want to inspire you to give me the reward I crave. I want to suck your cock and swallow your cum.”

Peter smiled as he watched me masturbate for him. He smiled as I declared my desire to pleasure him. With that smile still on his face Peter stood up, crossed the short distance between us, and sat on the couch next to me.

He pulled my hand away from my pussy and replaced it with his own. He slipped two fingers inside me and rubbed my clit with his thumb.

“You’re a good girl, Molly, but even good girls don’t always get what they want,” he said.

I looked into his eyes and bit my lower lip as pleasure spread through my body. I felt like I couldn’t speak.

“Sometimes you’re going to be frustrated. Sometimes your dom isn’t going to give you what you want. Sometimes he’s just going to toy with you and leave you completely unsatisfied.”

“Yes, sir,” I said.

Then, right as I was about to cum, Peter pulled his fingers from my pussy and stopped rubbing my clit. He left me right on the edge and the pleasure slowly receded. He stood up and returned to his seat across from me.

“You’re going to deny your husband this week,” he said. “You’re free to use his mouth as much as you like, but he’s forbidden from cumming. Do you understand?”

“I do, sir,” I replied as a sense of deep frustrations set in.

“You’re also going to purchase a toy. Something sizable and lifelike. You’re going to use the toy while your husband watches to introduce him to the voyeuristic elements of being cuckolded,” Peter said.

“Yes, sir,” I replied.

“Very good.”

We spent the rest of the session talking about Myles’s eventual cuckolding and ideas for handling the inevitable issues that would arise. Even good submissives can act defiantly when their wives fuck other men, apparently.

After our session I was so horny I made Myles worship my pussy before we even got in the car. I leaned against the passenger door and he got on his knees and ate me out until I had a loud orgasm on his face. I left him soaked with my juices, which I made him keep on his face while we drove home. I liked being able to look over and see that his chin and cheeks were still slippery with residue from my pussy.

I ordered the toy as soon as we got home. I would have loved it if it was Peter’s cock I got to enjoy, but at least the toy would be a decent substitute. Using it was fun, too, but that’s for another entry.