In the days and weeks following her first encounter with Adrian, Beth transformed even further. She no longer shied away from her desires; instead, she embraced them with a newfound boldness that radiated in everything she did. Her trips to the gym became longer, her outfits skimpier. She now favored sports bras with plunging necklines and shorts that barely covered her toned, round butt. She took pleasure in the way men’s eyes lingered on her and how their compliments fueled her confidence.

At home, Beth’s attitude toward Matt grew more detached yet teasing. She didn’t hide her outings anymore, didn’t bother to shield him from the knowledge of what she was doing. She often walked around the house in her lingerie, sometimes fresh from a date, her glow and lingering satisfaction impossible to ignore.

"How do I look?" she would ask casually, spinning in front of the mirror in a lacy thong and bra that left little to the imagination.

"You look amazing," Matt would mumble, his voice strained as he tried to contain his growing frustration.

Beth would smirk knowingly. "You want me so bad" she’d say with a wink, leaving him stewing in a mix of jealousy, humiliation, and helpless arousal.

Beth’s confidence didn’t go unnoticed at the gym. Her flirtation with Adrian continued, but now she found herself drawn to other men as well. There was Alex, a chiseled newcomer who couldn’t stop complimenting her form during their shared workouts, and Ryan, a suave businessman she met through a mutual friend. Each man brought something new to the table—strength, charm, experience—and Beth relished the variety.

Her encounters grew bolder. Sometimes she’d sneak away for a mid-afternoon rendezvous, returning home glowing and satisfied, while Matt sat at his desk in the next room, none the wiser. Other times, she would come home late from a date, her hair mussed and her lips slightly swollen, walking past Matt without a word as she headed for the shower.

Matt’s jealousy boiled over one evening when Beth returned home wearing a low-cut dress that revealed far too much skin.

"Did you go out like that?" he demanded, his voice trembling with frustration.

Beth raised an eyebrow, setting her purse on the counter. "Of course," she said nonchalantly, slipping off her heels.

"And you were… with someone?"

"Yes," she said simply, turning to face him. "Is that a problem?"

Matt’s face burned. "It’s humiliating, Beth! You come home like this, flaunting what you’ve done, and you don’t even care how I feel!"

Beth sighed, walking over to him. She placed a hand on his cheek, her tone soft but firm. "Matt, this isn’t about humiliating you, and I do care how you feel, but this is about me finally being true to myself. You need to accept that."

Despite his growing frustration, Matt couldn’t help but feel drawn to Beth’s newfound confidence. Her beauty, her sexuality, her unapologetic nature—it was intoxicating, even as it drove him mad.

Beth knew this, and she used it to her advantage. She would flaunt her body around him, bending over in front of him while wearing only a thong or walking into the room wearing one of her tightest dresses, her breasts threatening to spill out.

"Enjoying the view?" she’d tease, noticing his flushed face and the growing bulge in his pants.

"Beth… please," Matt would whisper, his voice thick with desperation.

She’d smirk, sauntering over to him. "What is it you want, Matt?" she’d ask, her tone mocking.

"You," he’d admit, his cheeks burning.

Beth would shake her head, clicking her tongue. She'd simply giggle at him, brushing her fingers lightly over his arm before walking away, leaving him aching and unsatisfied.

Her denial wasn’t limited to physical touch. Even after their intimate moment weeks ago, she refused to give him the release he craved. When Matt tried to initiate sex, she would pull away, shaking her head.

"I told you," she said one evening, her tone firm. "Sex isn't for you anymore"

"But you gave me a hand job last time," Matt argued weakly.

"You shouldn't get used to that," she said with a smirk. "And you had to earn it, didn’t you?"

Matt’s frustration grew, but so did his arousal. Her teasing, her confidence, her power over him—it left him feeling powerless, yet hopelessly drawn to her.

Beth’s nights out became more frequent, and she grew bolder in how she shared her experiences with Matt.

"Adrian was incredible last night," she said one morning over coffee, her tone casual as if she were discussing the weather.

Matt’s hands trembled as he held his mug. "don’t tell me that," he muttered, his voice filled with both jealousy and shame.

Beth smirked, leaning back in her chair. "Why not? I thought you liked knowing how happy I am."

"I… I don’t," he stammered, though his flushed cheeks and the growing tension in his body told a different story.

Beth shrugged, standing and walking over to the counter. "Suit yourself," she said, bending over slightly to grab a plate, giving Matt an unobstructed view of her curves.

"Beth," Matt groaned, his body betraying him once again.

She turned, raising an eyebrow. "You really need to get a handle on yourself," she said with a smirk.

Beth’s dominance in the relationship was now undeniable. She controlled the narrative, the intimacy, and the power dynamic, leaving Matt at her mercy. Though he struggled with his emotions, he couldn’t deny his growing dependence on her approval, her attention, and even her teasing.

For Beth, this was just the beginning. She felt liberated, empowered, and alive. The men in her life fulfilled her in ways she had long craved, and Matt’s growing submission only served to bolster her confidence further.

As she prepared for her next date, slipping into a tight, shimmering dress that clung to every curve, Beth glanced at Matt, who sat on the couch, his eyes filled with longing and despair.

"Don’t wait up," she said with a wink, grabbing her purse and heading for the door.

Matt nodded silently, his heart pounding as he watched her leave, his emotions a tangled mess of jealousy, arousal, and helpless devotion.

The sound of the front door unlocking echoed through the quiet house as Matt sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. It was late—past midnight—and he had been anxiously waiting for Beth’s return. When she walked in, she was glowing. Her hair was slightly disheveled, her lipstick faintly smudged, and her tight dress clung to her in a way that left no doubt she’d had another satisfying night.

"Hi, Matt," Beth said softly, kicking off her heels and setting her purse on the counter.

"Hi," Matt muttered, his throat dry.

She walked over to him, her expression unusually tender. "I know this has been hard for you," she said, sitting down beside him on the couch. "And I want to talk about how things are going to work moving forward."

Matt looked at her nervously, his chest tightening. "Okay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Beth reached over and placed a hand on his thigh, her touch gentle but firm. "First of all, I want you to know that I appreciate you," she began. "I know this hasn’t been easy for you, but your support means a lot to me. And I want to make sure we both have clear expectations."

Matt nodded slowly, unsure of where this was going.

Beth leaned back against the couch, crossing her legs. "From now on," she said calmly, "there are going to be some new rules. Rules that I think will help us both."

"Rules?" Matt asked hesitantly.

"Yes," Beth said firmly. "First, after every date, you’re going to eat my pussy."

Matt’s eyes widened, his cheeks flushing. "Beth…"

"This isn’t negotiable," she said, cutting him off. "You’re my husband, and part of your role is making sure I feel good—whether that’s before or after my dates. Do you understand?"

Matt swallowed hard, nodding weakly. "Yes, Beth," he murmured.

"Good, this will also give you the opportunity to share physical intimacy with me, I know you're dying to touch me" she said, her lips curling into a small smile. "Second, you are no longer allowed to masturbate. Your body is mine, Matt, and I’ll decide when and how you get to release."

Matt’s heart pounded in his chest, a mix of humiliation and arousal coursing through him. "But… what if I—"

"You won’t," Beth said sharply, leaning closer. "Because you’ll know that the only way you’ll get any relief is if you’re good and faithful. If you follow my rules, I’ll reward you when I feel you’ve earned it. But if you disobey me…"

Her green eyes narrowed, and Matt shivered under her gaze.

"If you disobey me," she continued, her tone cold, "you won’t see release for a very long time. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Beth," Matt whispered, his voice trembling.

Beth smiled, satisfied with his response. She stood and reached for his hand, pulling him to his knees in front of her.

"Good," she said softly, sitting back on the couch and spreading her legs. Her dress rode up, revealing a lacy black thong that was slightly damp. She slid it down her thighs, tossing it aside, and leaned back, her hazel eyes locked on Matt.

"Now, show me how much you want to please me," she said, her tone commanding but gentle.

Matt hesitated for only a moment before leaning forward, pressing his lips to her folds. The taste of her arousal was mixed with the unmistakable remnants of her date, making his cheeks burn with shame. But he continued, his tongue moving tentatively at first before growing more confident under her soft moans.

"That’s it," Beth murmured, running her fingers through his hair. "You’re doing so well, Matt. Keep going."

Her moans grew louder as she guided his head, her hips rocking slightly against his mouth. Matt felt a strange mix of emotions—humiliation, jealousy, and an overwhelming need to please her.

When she finally climaxed, her body shuddering beneath his touch, she held his head in place for a moment longer before gently pushing him back.

"Good boy," she said softly, her fingers brushing through his hair.

Beth leaned forward, lifting his chin to make him meet her gaze.

"You’ve been good tonight," she said, her voice soft but firm. "And I think you’ve earned a little reward."

Matt’s eyes widened as she reached down, wrapping her thumb and two fingers around his small, throbbing erection. Her grip was light, her touch slow and teasing.

"But remember," she said, her tone turning serious, "this doesn’t happen unless you follow the rules. No touching yourself. No complaining. And always, always be ready to serve me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Beth," Matt gasped, his body trembling under her touch.

"Good," she said, gleefully giggling

She stroked him slowly, her pace maddeningly light as she watched his face contort with desperation. "Does this feel good Matt?," she teased. "I know you've been wanting this so badly." She teased as she stroked.

"It feels so tiny in my hand" beth said as she gently glided her thumb and two fingers up his entire length

"I use two hands on Adrien"

Matt whimpered, his hips jerking involuntarily as her words pushed him closer to the edge.

"Beg me to cum" Beth commanded, her voice dropping.

"Please, Beth," Matt whispered, his voice cracking. "Please let me cum."

"Not yet," she said, tightening her grip slightly. "You’ll wait until I say so."

Her strokes quickened, her free hand brushing through his hair as she whispered in his ear. "You’re mine, Matt. Completely mine"

Matt nodded weakly, his body trembling.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Beth asked

"YES!" Matt replied

"In your dreams"

"Now," Beth said, her voice softening. "Cum for me."

Matt shuddered as his release spilled over her fingers, quick and pitiful as always. Beth smirked, shaking her head.

"Aww," she murmured, wiping her hand clean. "That’s all you had in you?"

Matt leaned into her touch as she patted his cheek, his heart pounding with a mix of shame and gratitude.

"Good boy," Beth said softly. "Now, go clean yourself up. And remember the rules."

The two weeks since Beth had established her new rules had been grueling for Matt. Every night Beth returned from her dates glowing, and every night he dutifully knelt before her, performing the ritual she had commanded. He licked her clean, tasting the evidence of her satisfaction and accepting her dominance over him.

But Beth hadn’t given him a single release in those two weeks. Every time he pleaded, her response was the same—a smirk, a shake of her head, and a reminder that his devotion and patience were what mattered, not his pleasure.

The denial was driving him mad. His body ached with need, and his frustration built with every passing day. Finally, one afternoon, when Beth was out at the gym, Matt’s desperation overcame him.

He locked the bedroom door, sat on the edge of the bed, and let his trembling hand drift downward. As he wrapped his fingers around himself, the relief was almost immediate. He leaned back, his eyes closing as he began stroking, the weeks of pent-up tension driving him closer to the edge faster than he expected.

But then, he heard the front door open.

"Matt?" Beth’s voice rang out from the living room.

Matt froze, his heart pounding as he scrambled to pull his pants back up. But it was too late. Beth walked into the bedroom just as he fumbled to cover himself.

"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded, her voice sharp as her eyes narrowed.

Matt’s face turned crimson. "Beth, I—"

"You were masturbating," she interrupted, crossing her arms. Her tone was icy.

"I just… I couldn’t help it," Matt stammered, his voice trembling. "It’s been weeks, Beth! Weeks of nothing! What did you expect me to do?"

Beth’s expression darkened, her voice low and dangerous. "I expected you to follow the rules, Matt. I expected you to trust me."

"Trust you?" Matt snapped, his frustration boiling over. "You get to sleep with whoever you want, whenever you want, and I can’t even touch myself? Do you even hear how unfair that is?"

Beth stepped closer, her green eyes flashing with anger. "You agreed to this," she said firmly. "You agreed to serve me, to put my needs first. And instead, you betrayed me. Do you know what that feels like, Matt? You cheated on me."

"Cheated on you?" Matt repeated, his voice rising. "You’re the one out there fucking other men, Beth!"

"I'm honest and open about what I do, you hid this and lied to me"

Beth’s jaw tightened, and she took a deep breath, steadying herself. When she spoke again, her tone was calm but firm. "This isn’t about me, Matt. This is about you breaking my trust. And now, we’re going to fix it."

Matt sat on the bed, his hands fidgeting nervously as Beth disappeared into the other room. When she returned, she was holding a small, pink chastity cage in her hand.

"What… what is that?" Matt asked, his voice trembling.

Beth smirked, holding it up for him to see. "This," she said, "is your punishment. You’ve proven that you can’t be trusted, Matt. So now, I’m taking control."

"You can’t be serious," Matt said, his heart pounding as she stepped closer.

"I’m completely serious," Beth replied. "Now, stand up."

Matt hesitated, but the look in her eyes left no room for argument. Slowly, he rose to his feet, his hands shaking as Beth knelt in front of him.

"Take your pants off," she commanded.

Matt’s cheeks burned with humiliation as he obeyed, his small, flaccid penis exposed to her once again. Beth didn’t bother to hide her smirk as she slid the cage into place, locking it with a satisfying click.

"There," she said, standing and crossing her arms. "Now you can’t disobey me again."

"Beth…" Matt whispered, his voice cracking.

"Save it," she said sharply. "You brought this on yourself."

She sat down on the edge of the bed and patted her lap. "And we’re not done yet."

Matt’s stomach dropped. "What do you mean?"

"Over my knee," Beth said firmly.

"Beth, please…"

"Now," she snapped, her tone brooking no argument.

Matt’s legs felt like lead as he shuffled forward, draping himself awkwardly over her lap. He gasped as her hand came down hard on his backside, the sting making his eyes water.

"You betrayed me, Matt," Beth said, punctuating each word with another sharp smack. "You broke the rules. You didn’t respect me."

"I’m sorry!" Matt cried, his voice cracking as the spanking continued.

"You’re going to learn," Beth said, her voice steady as she delivered another series of smacks, "that I am in charge. And you don’t get to take shortcuts."

By the time she stopped, Matt’s backside was red and sore, his body trembling with humiliation and shame.

Beth gently pushed Matt off her lap, and he knelt at her feet, his head bowed. She reached down, lifting his chin to make him meet her gaze.

"Listen to me, Matt," she said, her voice soft but firm. "You belong to me now. Your body, your pleasure, everything. And you don’t get to decide when you cum. That’s my decision."

Matt nodded weakly, his cheeks stained with tears. "Yes, Beth," he whispered.

"I’m glad we’re clear on that," Beth said, standing and brushing her hands together. "Because your release is going to be a very, very long time from now."

Matt whimpered, his caged erection straining uselessly against the restraints.

Beth smirked, patting his cheek. "Good boy," she said. "Now, get up and clean yourself up. I don’t want to see you sulking."

As Matt shuffled away, his body aching and his pride shattered, Beth leaned back against the bed with a satisfied sigh. She knew this was exactly what he needed—a firm reminder of her control and his place in their dynamic.

And she couldn’t deny how much she enjoyed watching him squirm.

The weeks dragged on, each one heavier than the last for Matt. Locked in chastity, unable to even touch himself, his frustration grew into a gnawing desperation. Every night, he serviced Beth after her dates, licking her clean as she moaned softly, still basking in the glow of her satisfaction. Yet, his pleas for release were met with dismissive smirks and vague promises of "soon."

By the fourth week, Matt was at his breaking point. His small, caged penis ached constantly, and his humiliation had given way to a mix of hopelessness and longing.

One evening, as Beth prepared for yet another date, she called Matt into the bedroom.

"You’ve been patient," she said, her tone light as she adjusted her earrings. "Well, mostly patient."

Matt knelt by the bed, his heart pounding. "Does that mean…?"

Beth smirked, leaning down to meet his gaze. "I think it’s time you earned a release," she said softly.

Matt’s breath hitched, his chest tightening with anticipation.

"But," she continued, her voice hardening, "there’s a condition."

Matt swallowed hard, knowing this wasn’t going to be simple. "What is it?"

"You’re going to watch," Beth said firmly. "You’ll sit quietly and watch as I get exactly what I need from a real man. You need to see why I need this. And after it’s over, you’ll do your job. If you can handle that, I’ll give you a little reward."

Matt’s stomach churned with humiliation and jealousy. "Beth… I…"

"Take it or leave it," she said, crossing her arms. "Because if you say no, you'll stay locked and we won’t have this conversation again for a very, very long time."

The desperation in Matt’s chest overwhelmed him, and after a long pause, he nodded reluctantly. "Okay," he whispered.

That night, Beth brought her date home—a tall, muscular man with an easy confidence that made Matt feel invisible. She led him into the bedroom, sparing Matt a brief glance as she ordered him to sit in the corner.

"Stay quiet," she instructed, her tone sharp.

Matt’s cheeks burned as he knelt in the corner, his eyes fixed on the floor as Beth and her lover undressed. He couldn’t help but glance up as the man’s hands roamed over Beth’s body, pulling her close as they kissed passionately.

Beth moaned softly as the man pushed her onto the bed, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed into her. Matt’s stomach twisted as he watched, every thrust a painful reminder of his inadequacy. Beth’s cries of pleasure echoed in his ears, her voice louder and more uninhibited than he’d ever heard it with him.

"God, you’re so deep, fuck my married pussy" she gasped, her nails digging into the man’s back, while look over to make eye contact with Matt.

Matt’s small, caged erection throbbed painfully, his jealousy and arousal warring inside him as he struggled to stay silent. This is the first time Matt seen her naked body in many months

"Let me suck your dick" Beth pleaded. She got on her hands and needs, her hand unable to fully close around his thickness, struggling to fit him her mouth.

Matt sat stunned at what he was seeing, the reserved, prudish wife that's he's always known, acting like a total slut, begging to do things for this man that she's always refused to do for him.

"Fuck me from behind!" The man took Beth from behind, pounding her as she faced Matt looking him in his eyes. Her tits bouncing with every thrust, her moans and screams were painful yet intoxicating simultaneously.

The man came inside Beth then cast her aside like a used toy.

When it was over, the man dressed and left with a satisfied smirk, leaving Beth sprawled on the bed, her hair messed and her skin glowing with sweat. Exhausted and out of breath, ravaged and used, Matt still in shock at what he seen happen to his once innocent wife. Fucked and used like a slut and she loved every minute of it.

She glanced over at Matt, a sly smile curling her lips.

"Come here," she said softly, crooking her finger.

Matt obeyed, crawling to the edge of the bed.

"You know what to do," Beth said, spreading her legs.

Matt hesitated, his stomach churning. The scent of sex was heavy in the air, the evidence of her satisfaction glistening between her thighs. But his desperation outweighed his discomfort, and he lowered his head, pressing his tongue to her slick folds.

Beth sighed contentedly, running her fingers through his hair. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

"He was so good tonight," she said, her tone teasing. "He fucked me so hard. I couldn’t stop screaming his name."

Matt whimpered, his cheeks burning as he continued to lick her.

"He filled me up so perfectly," she continued, her voice turning dreamy. "Every inch of him was just… incredible, he was so big."

Matt’s tongue faltered, but Beth’s hand tightened in his hair. "Don’t stop," she said sharply.

Matt obeyed, his humiliation deepening with every word.

When Beth finally reached her climax, her body trembling beneath his tongue, she pushed him back gently, her hazel eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Good boy," she murmured, sitting up and reaching for the key to his cage.

Matt’s heart pounded as she unlocked him, his small, throbbing erection springing free.

"You’ve earned this," Beth said, unlocking his cage and then wrapping her thumb and two fingers around him.

Matt groaned softly, his body trembling under her touch.

"Let me tell you more about tonight," she said, her tone turning playful as she began stroking him slowly. "He fucked me like a slut, Matt. He pounded me so hard I could barely breathe."

Matt whimpered, his hips jerking as her words and her touch pushed him closer to the edge.

"Do you wish you could fuck me like that?" Beth asked, her voice mockingly sweet.

"Y-Yes," Matt stammered, his voice cracking.

Beth smirked, tightening her grip slightly. "Too bad," she said, her tone cold. "That’s never going to happen."

“Did you love watching me get fucked?” Beth asked.

“Yes,” Matt replied.

“Say it!”

“I loved it!”

Her strokes quickened, her free hand brushing over his chest.

"Do you want to cum for me, Matt?" she asked softly.

"Yes, Beth," he gasped, his voice trembling.

"Say it," she demanded. "Say you’re grateful for this."

"I’m grateful," Matt whimpered. "I’m so grateful, Beth."

Beth laughed softly, her strokes becoming maddeningly slow. "Pathetic," she murmured. "But I’ll allow it."

With that, she brought him to his release, quick and pitiful as ever. Beth wiped her hand clean, smirking down at him as he knelt at her feet, trembling and spent.

"Don’t get used to this," she said, locking him back into his cage. "It’ll be a long time before you earn this again."

Matt nodded weakly, his body sagging with exhaustion and shame.

"Good boy," Beth said softly, patting his cheek.

As she walked away, Matt stayed kneeling, his emotions swirling—humiliation, jealousy, and a desperate, unshakable devotion to the woman who held complete control over him.