“C'mon, Chris, let's go to the bedroom. And don't forget to grab the bottle of wine and the glasses.” I took Liz’s hand and we made our way into the house while carrying our bathrobes. It felt so avant-garde walking naked beside my best friend with my husband in tow. The whole situation seemed very surreal, and I was struggling to make sense of it.

Two months ago, Chris and I agreed to change our marriage and he consented to give me total, and complete control. At times, that omnipotence was very daunting because there were so many different aspects of the BDSM lifestyle that he wanted to explore and some of which, I feared, might have a detrimental effect on our marriage. Nevertheless, I felt this threesome with Liz was progressing quite well. Having her join us was a good introduction to opening up our marriage which was something Chris had stated several times that he wanted.

Once the three of us entered the bedroom, I immediately took charge of the scene. “Set the wine and glasses on the table, then get on the bed and assume the position.”

Obediently, Chris placed the bottle of wine and glasses on the table in the corner of our bedroom. Then, he walked over to the bed, lay down in the center on his back, and spread his arms and legs as wide as he could. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he hyperventilated in excitement and anticipation of what would come. I also noticed that both of his hands were shaking. It was his ‘tell’, his physical reaction when the excitement of something we were about to do was too much for him to bear.

Liz watched as I pulled the thick leather cuffs out from underneath the bed. They were attached to cable ties that were secured to the legs of our thick oak bedframe, right above the floor. While I was fastening them to his body, we began our pre-scene ritual; it was something that I wanted Liz to witness.

“What are your safe words, Chris?”

He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his breathing. “If I want you to slow down, I will say the word ‘yellow’, and if I want you to stop completely, I will say the word ‘red’.”

I turned to look at Liz. Her expression could only be described as one of awe and I couldn’t help but smile. Having her here, witnessing everything, added another sensual, almost magical element to our play. It heightened the tension and seemed to take everything up to another level that we had not previously experienced. “Good boy.”

Liz’s nipples were erect, and I had the suspicion that it was all she could do to keep her hands off herself while she watched as I restrained Chris to the bed. I pulled out our large, wooden, antique ‘toy’ chest from underneath the bed. I could feel Liz and Chris’s eyes on me as I opened the lid. I ignored Chris and looked at Liz. “I’m going to do something tonight that I’ve never done before with Chris. Would you like to help me, honey?”

A devious smile broke across her face. “I’d love to help you.”

I slid onto the bed beside Chris. “There is a glass butt plug in the chest, would you hand it to me?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” she said enthusiastically.

I ran my fingernails along my husband's stomach, which elicited a low, guttural moan. “Have you had plugs in your ass before, Chris?” I watched as his face turned into a deep red ember. I knew the answer to this question, but I wanted to add a humiliation factor to the scene, especially in front of Liz.

“Yes, Ma’am, you’ve put plugs in my bottom before.” I looked over at Liz and she smirked. “Now why would I want to put plugs in your ass?” I said in a teasing tone.

I watched as he looked away as if trying to hide his response to my question from Liz. “You said my ass needed to be trained so you could use it properly, Ma’am.”

“It must be very embarrassing to admit that in front of such a beautiful woman.

His face blushed deep red again. “Yes, Ma’am, it’s mortifying,” he admitted sheepishly. I loved his brutal honesty even in front of Liz.

“Here you go, Greta,” she said while handing me the glass plug.

I took it from her and held it up to his face. “This looks a little bigger than the ones we’ve used previously, doesn’t it?”

By this point, his face was etched in a crimson glow. The only thing that seemed to change slightly was the degree of color. “Yes, Ma’am, it’s bigger,” he said while still attempting to avoid eye contact with Liz.

Okay, enough teasing. "Open your mouth," I said harshly.

He obeyed my command, and I inserted the large glass plug into his mouth. Within seconds he had it dripping wet with his saliva. I turned to look at Liz and she seemed to be mesmerized watching my husband lubricate the heavy glass bulb in his mouth. "Open," I commanded.

Again, Chris obeyed, and I retracted the plug from his mouth, which caused some of his saliva to drip onto his chin. I thought for a moment, then looked at Liz. “Would you like to do the honors?”

Her eyes lit up and I could see the little gleam. “Could I?”

I handed her the glass plug. “Of course, just go very slow.”

I watched as she placed the glass plug against his asshole. I could tell he initially tensed up, but shortly he began to take deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down and relax, at least to a degree. We had been engaging in anal play long enough that he knew tensing up would only make insertion more difficult and much more painful.

Normally, I’d stroke his cock to take his mind off of the pain. However, that was impossible because less than an inch of his penis was exposed due to his chastity device. I reached over and began caressing his balls, and almost immediately he began to emit soft, gentle moans.

Carefully, tediously, Liz worked the large glass orb in and slowly back out of Chris’s ass. The look of concentration on her face was priceless. She was really getting into it while simultaneously being meticulously conscious not to hurt him. In about a minute, she had him lubed up and open enough for the large plug to slip fully inside his body.

Our eyes met and she shot me a look of accomplishment. “Good girl.”

Her eyes lit up and she positively beamed from my reassuring words. She then looked at me expectedly as if silently asking me, What’s the next move?

“This is called milking the prostate in chastity, honey.” Both Liz and Chris’s eyes got wide. “Now that the plug is in it puts pressure on the prostate, which means we’re ready for the next step.”

I reached underneath the bed and pulled out our Hitachi vibrator, which was attached to a long extension cord. Again, Liz’s eyes widened. “Why don’t you sit on his face, you’ll have the best seat in the house for what’s going to happen next.”

“Are you … ummm … sure?”

I smiled. "As much as I've worked with him over the past couple of months, I'd put him up against your lesbian bitches any day."

Her face split into a big grin. “That’s a bold statement, girl.”

“Give him a try, then … and tell me if I’m wrong.”

She rose and athletically jumped up onto the bed and placed her legs on each side of my husband's body. The look of fear in his eyes was amusing, to say the least. I was the first woman that he had gone down on when we met in college, and when it came to cunnilingus, Chris was mediocre at best. However, since the redefinition of our marriage he had spent countless hours between my legs worshiping me, as I now liked to call it, and I was certain that Liz would appreciate his newfound skills.

I slapped the inside of Chris’s thigh hard. “You’d better not make a liar out of me; do you hear me?”

Chris cried out in pain from the hard slap. “Yes, Ma’am, I won’t, I promise.”

Slowly, Liz lowered herself down on my husband’s waiting mouth. “Get your tongue out, Chris, just like I taught you.”

He extended his tongue just in time for it to slip inside Liz’s vagina. Immediately, she started grinding herself onto his face very hard. “Okay … yeah … he’s good.”

I grinned. “Just make sure he gets a little air every now and then, okay?”

“I’ll take it under advisement, but no promises.” We both giggled. 

“So … back to the task at hand …” At this point, Liz's eyes were beginning to roll into the back of her head. She was gyrating her pelvis back and forth so my husband's tongue could slide not only into her pussy but her asshole as well.

“Just keep talking … I’ll try as best as I can to concentrate,” she said between gasps.

I nodded my head. “The trick to this is placing the Hitachi right here …”

Almost immediately, muffled groans began to emanate from between Liz’s muscled, tanned thighs. I had placed the bulb of the powerful vibrator at the base of Chris’s cock, underneath his testicles. I’d read that this would produce an almost numbing sensation for the submissive.

“Oh … God,” he moaned again from between her thighs.

Without warning Liz slapped Chris’s stomach hard, which caused him to jerk violently against the thick leather restraints. “Keep your tongue out, or else,” she growled.

I smiled. A woman after my own heart. I kept the vibrator directly on the ‘sweet spot’ and then began to press and roll the head of the Hitachi from his penis to his anus in a circular motion while I watched Liz place her hands on Chris’s stomach so she could get better leverage. After a minute or so she began to shake violently on top of him as she released.

For the next several minutes, Liz used my husband's mouth as her own personal pleasure station. It was intensely erotic to watch her move her vagina on his extended tongue while I continued pressing and rolling the vibrator between his penis and asshole. I could tell it was difficult for him to concentrate on pleasing Liz with the distraction of the Hitachi and there were several times when she had to redirect his attention back to her by slapping his stomach or cutting off his oxygen for several seconds.

After about ten minutes, Liz slid off Chris’s face and collapsed by his side. I was pretty certain she'd gotten herself off several times. All the while I continued to roll the head of the vibrator between the base of his penis and his asshole.  

Now that Liz wasn't riding his face, Chris was able to concentrate solely on what I was doing to him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and it was as if he had departed into another world. I had read what this type of prostate stimulation was supposed to do to a man; however, I wanted to find out for myself. “Tell me what you're feeling, Chris.”

My voice brought him back to the now and it took several seconds for him to respond. “There is so much pressure. I know this should feel good, but all I feel is a strain on my cock.”

Bingo. Just like I had read. Chris had been in chastity for just a little over forty-eight hours, so normally it would have taken very little stimulation for him to reach orgasm. However, the glass butt plug was putting pressure on his prostate. This, combined with the vibrator and the chastity device, was producing a strain that was eliminating any pleasurable sensations he might otherwise have experienced.

A few seconds later Chris began moaning and pulling hard against his restraints. Liz and I looked at each other and our mouths dropped open at the spectacle we were witnessing. Semen began to drip out of the head of Chris's penis. It looked similar to an orgasm; however, there was no spurting like a normal ejaculation. Cum trickled out of his cock for a full minute until he had been drained completely.

I withdrew the Hitachi and gave him a bit of time to recover. Once he came down, he peered into Liz's eyes and then into mine. There was a look of embarrassment on his face. He loved to be humiliated and made to feel like he was inferior to me. I knew that using his body like some type of science experiment, especially in front of Liz, emasculated him on a whole new level.

I looked into Liz’s eyes and kissed Chris's chest. Then I moved lower and sucked up the pool of cum that had collected on Chris's stomach. His eyes got wide as I moved up his body, leaned in, and gave him a deep kiss while transferring the cum from my mouth to his.

Once I broke the embrace, I watched as he reluctantly swallowed his semen. Over the past several months, I’d conditioned Chris to swallow his own seed, and he knew that was the price for his orgasm. Normally, he was very nonchalant about it. However, I knew it had to deeply embarrass him to perform such an intimate act in front of Liz.

“God, that was the most erotic thing I've ever witnessed,” she purred.

I leaned in and gave her a long, passionate kiss. “I love having you here with us,” I said softly.

“I love being here with both of you.”

We enjoyed a few seconds of comfortable silence until I turned and looked at Chris. “Tell me what your first prostate milking was like.”

He thought for a moment. “There was a tremendous amount of pressure from inside my body, and when I came, it intensified but I got absolutely no pleasure out of it.”

I loved his brutal honesty. I knew that being drained was very embarrassing for him, especially in front of Liz. However, he didn't try to hide his feelings from me. “What did you think of his little … performance, Liz?”

There was still a little bit of a shocked look on her face. “I've never seen anything like that before in my life.”

I beamed and looked back at Chris. “This is definitely going to be something that we are going to do a lot more of in the future.”

It felt really nice to slow things down and take a little break in the action. After a minute or so, Chris let out a little moan and I looked over to see what was going on. Liz was running her fingers over my husband's testicles and the cage that encased less than an inch of his penis. “So there is actually something inside his cock, right now?”

“That's correct, there’s a hollow, four-inch silicone tube that's attached to the cage.”

“That is just evil.”

I giggled. “It keeps his attention focused on me even when we're apart, doesn't it, Chris?”

He blushed and looked down at his stomach before answering. “Yes, Ma'am, it does.”

“He still has his little moments of … stubbornness … but I'm quite happy with his progress. With my direction and guidance, he's making great strides in becoming the submissive husband that both of us want him to be.”

There was a look of hunger and lust in her eyes as she ran her fingernails along his testicles. “I have to get me one of these.”

We both smiled. It was fun talking about Chris like he wasn't even in the room. “I could use a glass of wine, what about you?”

“Oh, I'd love that.”

We rose from the bed and walked over to the table in the corner. We sat down and I poured two glasses of wine. Then we spent the next several minutes talking about our workout and some new routines that she wanted to incorporate into our Pilates regimen.

While we talked, I realized just how close I was getting to her. My other friends were really just acquaintances compared to her, and the idea of sharing my husband with another woman hadn't even entered into my consciousness, at least until I met her. Once we finished our wine, I noticed that she was longingly looking at Chris, who was still restrained to our bed and waiting somewhat patiently. It’s time to continue. “Have you ever used a strap-on dildo before?”

That look of lust and hunger immediately returned. “No, I haven't.”

“Wanna try?”

A devious smile broke across her face. “I'd love to.”

We both stood up and walked to the open toy box. I reached inside and pulled out the leather harness. I helped her step into it and, because she was a bit thinner than I was, I tightened the adjustable straps around her hips. “Now, we need to find something that Chris will like.” I dug around inside the chest for several seconds and produced one of our dildos. “This is his favorite, one of our old standbys.” Chris blushed and Liz deviously smiled, as I held up our six-inch, white, flesh-colored dildo. It was the only one that I'd ever used when I pegged Chris.

Liz looked at the phallus. “That’s such a pretty little white-boy cock.”

I grinned. “I know, right? Maybe we should step it up a little, what do you think?”

“Yeah, we don't want him to get bored, do we?”

“I think I might have just the thing.” I reached back into the toy box and pulled out my eight-inch black cock.

A big smile broke onto Liz's face. “Now we're talkin’.”

Carefully, I inserted the big dildo through the metal ring in front of the leather harness. I was in very close proximity to her vagina and almost immediately, her womanly scent filled my nostrils. I looked down and noticed the lips of her pussy were red and puffy and a considerable amount of moisture had collected on them. I was certain that some of the arousal was the result of her riding Chris's face. However, I knew that the anticipation of pegging my husband had her extraordinarily turned on as well. Gently, I ran two of my fingers over her swollen petals and I could hear a little gasp escape from her lips. I looked up and our eyes met.

“You could touch me like that all night long.”

 Wordlessly, I licked her wetness from my fingers. She helped me to my feet and pulled my body close to hers until our breasts deliciously touched. We exchanged a long, hot, passionate kiss. “You still taste like a peach.” Big grins broke across both of our faces. 

I took her hand and led her towards our bed. Chris's eyes were as big as saucers as they traveled over Liz's naked body and then focused on the big black cock between her legs. Liz slipped onto the bed between Chris's legs and I stood beside her. I reached out and slid my fingers over the ebony latex of the big dildo. I wanted to mess with him a little and get him into subspace. “Do you think he'll be able to take all this cock?”

A devious grin spread across Liz's face. Then, she dragged her fingernails over his stomach, leaving four long, deep, red claw-marks that caused Chris to let out a low, deep moan. “I'll make it fit,” she said huskily.

I looked into Chris's eyes. There was a look of fear that I hadn't seen very often. Liz was playing the ‘bad cop’ role convincingly well. Maybe she was being too convincing or, worse yet, maybe she wasn't playing a role at all. I reached down and gently rubbed Chris's nipples. He took a deep breath and his breathing calmed. I leaned in, gave him a soft kiss, and soothingly whispered in his ear. “It’ll be okay, baby. I'm right here.”

I gave him another soft, loving kiss and he unexpectedly let out a little whimper. I looked at Liz and discovered that while I was kissing Chris she had reached down and very gently extracted the glass butt plug from his ass. I witnessed the shocked look on her face. “Oh, my God, his asshole is gaped open.”

I couldn't help but smirk when I saw the mortified expression on my husband's face. Having her with us and seeing his expressions when we subjugated him took his submission to a level that I hadn't even known existed. I reached into our nightstand, pulled out a large bottle of Astroglide, and handed it to her. “You'd better grease that big thing up.”

I watched as she squirted a large dollop of lube onto the latex. She then used her hand to stroke the length of the cock. For good measure, she squirted another large glob onto the head of the penis. Then she looked up and our eyes met. She gave me a look … as if asking for permission one last time. Silently, I nodded my head and gave her my final approval.

She rested the tip of the cock at his aperture and slowly eased her hips forward. I heard a muffled moan escape Chris’s lips as the head of the bulbous black dildo slipped inside his body. I reached down and slowly rubbed his nipples while Liz continued to slide forward and make progress. “Yeah, baby, relax and let her in there,” I cooed seductively.

His eyes were closed, and a thin layer of sweat covered his body. It was such an erotic sight, my best friend entering my husband with a large black dildo … the lewdness of it alone was as shocking as it was stimulating.

“Oh, God,” he murmured as Liz inched forward slowly, “it's so fucking big.”

Slowly, tediously, the large phallus disappeared into my husband's body. I smiled when I looked into Liz’s eyes. There was a look of lust mixed with eager anticipation. I knew it was taking a lot of willpower for her to go slowly and not hurt Chris. I kept rubbing Chris’s nipples and stomach in an attempt to help him find a way through the pain. He was hyperventilating now and pulling hard against the thick leather restraints. "You're doing so good, baby, and it looks so sexy," I said encouragingly.

"Oh, God, Greta … oh, God … It feels so big …"

At that moment, it was as if something changed. All vestiges of masculinity were gone. Together, Liz and I broke him. I couldn't fully explain it, but my husband had lost all traces of virility and what remained was the perfectly submissive, docile husband. I watched as she continued to push forward until the black latex testicles rested against my husband's body. I could tell she was anxious to begin moving inside him but I raised my hand to stop her. He needed some time to adjust and acclimate himself to the very foreign intrusion.

“You look so sexy, baby,” I cooed exquisitely, “that big cock looked so good going inside you.”

Chris looked into my eyes and beamed radiantly just as Liz reached down and scraped her long fingernails over his chest, which elicited a low groan. “God, Greta, you’ve trained his ass so well it was relatively easy getting it in there.”

Her statement was both true and false. I had spent countless hours working with Chris and training his ass with various butt plugs and dildoes. That long, tedious process took months and culminated in this crowning achievement that we had both just witnessed. Conversely, she was wrong when she said it was relatively easy for Chris to take that big dildo. I knew he’d been in quite a bit of pain when she penetrated him, even after I had prepared him by stretching and opening him with that big glass plug.

Liz’s statement didn’t upset me, but it did cause Edith’s words of warning to flood back into my consciousness. Liz didn’t realize the complete power we were exercising over Chris. He was restrained and couldn’t get away, even if he wanted to. Additionally, she was penetrating him with a very large dildo that could potentially raise a myriad of safety concerns. Overall, I was ecstatic that she was here with us because she was helping me take Chris to a level of submissive obedience that I didn’t even know was possible. However, her previous statement revealed her complete lack of knowledge in the lifestyle and the very apparent need for me to be present and ensure my husband's safety during our scene with her.

Chris began speaking, which brought me back to the now. “I’m okay, Greta.”

I looked at Liz and gave her a nod. “Just start out slowly, though … okay?”

She grinned. “Yes, Ma’am.”

I watched as she moved her hips back, which elicited an immediate low, guttural groan from Chris. I reached down and gently rubbed his nipples just as Liz began to slowly, carefully, move forward. I watched as he closed his eyes. “God, that feels so good,” he murmured as if talking to no one in particular.

Chris started sweating profusely, and he was beginning to pull harder against the restraints as Liz very gradually picked up the pace. There was a look on her face that combined determination and pleasure. She was getting off on this and it was very hot to watch.

It was evident that Chris's pain level was manageable because his groans of pain were turning into moans of pleasure. Her hips began to move a bit faster, which caused Chris to pull harder against the restraints. It was so erotic watching her strong, athletic body slide forward and then sensually back. The big dildo moved freely in and out of my husband, and I could tell from his moans of pleasure that he wasn't in any peril.  I gave Liz another nod, letting her know that it was okay, and almost immediately the gloves came off. She put her hands on his stomach to give herself additional leverage and she began pounding him incredibly hard.

Chris pulled hard again on the restraints and began babbling almost incoherently, while Liz viciously pegged him.  “Oh, God … oh, God … oh, God …”

She seemed to be taking him to another place that I had previously been unable to reach. Every minute or so she would slap his stomach hard, which gave him a little pain to go along with all that pleasure. I looked down between Chris's legs and his caged cock was leaking pre-cum and creating a small pool on his stomach. Because of her incredible physical stamina, she was able to slam into him at what could only be described as a torrid pace. I had to admit I had never been able to peg him that long, or that hard, without stopping to take a break.

I couldn't begin to describe the multitude of emotions I was experiencing. I’d never been able to take Chris to this level of deep submission by myself. Just her presence alone was intoxicating to not only Chris but myself as well. I loved the way she interacted with him. He was like a nervous, shy schoolboy in her presence, which added exponentially to the humiliation and submissive factor of the scene. And then there was her effect on me … she was so beautiful and so physically strong I could feel myself becoming more attracted to her with each passing second.

I felt mesmerized while I watched Liz peg my husband. He was panting, moaning, and pulling hard on his restraints. I could tell she was taking him into that deep subspace. At that moment, he belonged to her and that thought was so erotic to me. Then my attention was drawn to her. There was a look of lust and pure satisfaction on her face. It was very obvious that she was getting into this, and I couldn't help but think I had created some sort of monster when I allowed her to help dominate Chris.

After what had to be about ten minutes, Liz collapsed on top of him. It was the first time I'd ever seen her panting so hard. Sweat was dripping from both of their bodies and there was a glazed-over look in Chris's eyes.

After a full minute, she rose off his body and licked some errant sweat from his chest. Their eyes met and she gave him a long, wet, passionate kiss. She ran her fingernails over his chest and then down his stomach until she reached his cock cage. “I have to get one of these …”

I laughed softly. “You think you need a submissive little boy of your own?”

“Maybe … or… I could just borrow yours from time to time.”

We both giggled. “What would you think of that, Chris?” I asked.

He was in a bit of a trance and was still trying to catch his breath. Liz reached down and squeezed his exposed testicles, which elicited a low groan. “You’d better answer your Mistress when she speaks to you.”

"Yes… I'm … I'm sorry, Ma'am," he stammered. “To be honest, I’m not sure I could handle it.”

The three of us burst out in laughter, which lightened the mood considerably. I looked at Chris. He had already been restrained for quite a while and I knew he needed a break. “Why don’t you get us some water, Liz, and I’ll take off the cuffs and give our little boy a break.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” She stood up, unbuckled the harness from her hips, and retreated to the kitchen to get the water, giving Chris and me a few seconds to talk while I got him out of the restraints.

“Are you okay with everything we’ve done so far, honey?”

“May I speak freely, Ma’am?”

“Yes, Chris, we’re out of the scene.”

He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. “It was very intense, I’ve never experienced anything like that before, not even with you.”

“She has a lot of physical strength and stamina; unfortunately, a lot more than I do.”

“It was almost more than I could take at times.”

I leaned in and gave him a soft, tender kiss. “Don’t be afraid to use your safe words, okay?”

“If I need to, I will … I promise.”

To be continued ...