Kaan gripped the steering wheel tightly, his heart sinking at Gabriella's words. She sat in the passenger seat, her dark eyes sharp and her lips pressed in a line that could cut through steel. The tension between them filled the car, heavy and suffocating.

“I can’t keep doing this, Kaan,” Gabriella said, her fiery Latina accent laced with frustration. She turned toward him, her hair framing her face, a face he’d always thought was out of his league. “I’m not satisfied. This marriage... it feels dead. We’re just coexisting. That’s not enough for me.”

Her words stung, but what cut deeper was the truth in them. Kaan glanced at her, trying not to get lost in her beauty, a beauty that often made him question if he could ever truly satisfy her. Gabriella, with her confidence, her fire—she was everything he wasn’t. It wasn’t the first time he’d wondered if she regretted marrying someone like him. Ordinary. Safe.

“We’ve tried everything,” Kaan replied, his voice steady but strained. “Therapy. Talking. I don’t know what else I can do. Marriages aren’t always exciting—it’s normal for things to calm down.”

Gabriella let out a sharp, humourless laugh, shaking her head. “Normal?” she echoed, her tone biting yet tinged with that playful sass he’d always found magnetic. “So we’re supposed to accept that this is it? No passion, no excitement, no... feeling?”

Her words cut deep, and Kaan felt his grip on the wheel tighten. The truth was, he still found her captivating—her fire, her intensity, the way her presence filled every room. But now, all that energy seemed directed at him in frustration. He wanted to fix things, but deep down, he doubted if he could.

“I’m trying, Gabriella,” he said quietly. “But what do you want me to do? Things don’t just magically go back to the way they were.”

Gabriella leaned toward him, her dark hair bouncing slightly as she crossed her arms. Her eyes locked onto his, filled with equal parts exasperation and longing. “Why settle for this?” she asked, her voice softer now but still resolute. “I want my passion back, Kaan. I want to feel alive again. I want us to feel alive again.”

Kaan swallowed hard, the guilt tightening in his chest. She deserved better, didn’t she? He wanted to fight for her, but the question lingered in his mind: Am I enough for her?

They arrived at the therapist's office and stepped inside without a word. Kaan couldn’t help but question why Gabriella had insisted on this again. Every therapist they’d seen before had said the same thing—there was nothing wrong. Yet here they were, as if hoping this time would somehow be different.

As they entered the therapist's office, Kaan felt a mix of curiosity and a touch of anxiety. Gabriella had insisted on finding someone new, someone she thought could really help with their marriage, and now they were standing before a new chapter. However, when the door swung open, Kaan was immediately caught off guard.

The therapist standing before them wasn’t the mild-mannered, soft-spoken professional he had expected. Instead, she was a striking woman in her mid-thirties, dressed in sleek black leather that hugged her figure perfectly. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and the confidence radiating from her was almost palpable. It was as if she owned the room, and in that moment, Kaan couldn’t help but feel a rush of admiration.

“Welcome, Gabriella, Kaan,” she said smoothly, her deep voice not just welcoming but powerful. There was something in her tone, a subtle command, that immediately set the tone for what was to come. As she met Kaan's gaze, he couldn’t ignore the way his heart beat a little faster and his cock squirmed inside his trousers. She was everything he loved in a woman—powerful, confident, self-assured.

Gabriella, ever the confident woman, strolled into the room without hesitation, her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings. Kaan, still in a daze, followed her, sitting beside his wife on the plush couch. The therapist, who now introduced herself as Dr. Eliza, had such an air of control about her that it was impossible not to be captivated.

Kaan had always been drawn to strong, assertive women—his attraction to Gabriella had been largely due to her fiery, independent nature. The fact that Dr. Eliza exuded that same powerful energy only made the situation more complicated. His thoughts began to wander as she settled into her chair, her posture confident and relaxed, almost as though she were in charge of the entire room.

Her gaze shifted from Gabriella to Kaan, and as Dr. Eliza began to speak, Kaan couldn't ignore the subtle heat rising in his chest. He had never been able to resist powerful women—those who could hold their own, dominate the room, and make their presence known. It was part of what had drawn him to Gabriella when they first met. Now, sitting before this confident, commanding woman, his body betrayed him. Despite the reason for their visit, Kaan felt his desire for this woman begin to build within him.

"Tell me what brings you here today," Dr. Eliza asked, her voice commanding but welcoming, allowing Gabriella to take the lead in speaking. Gabriella, undeterred, immediately dove into their issues, her voice confident and clear. Kaan’s thoughts, however, were still tangled in the mix of Gabriella’s feisty demeanor and the new, powerful presence in the room.

As Gabriella began to speak about their marriage, Kaan couldn’t help but realize how much more complicated things were about to become. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes fixed on Dr. Eliza as she recounted the state of her marriage.

“There’s no spark anymore,” Gabriella said finally, her voice tinged with a mix of disappointment and vulnerability. She glanced at Kaan briefly before looking away, her gaze focused on a random spot on the wall. “Kaan’s just... let himself go. He doesn’t take care of himself, and we’ve stopped doing the things that made us feel alive together. It’s like we’re just roommates at this point.”

Kaan winced at her words, his stomach churning with a mix of guilt and anger. He wanted to defend himself, but he didn’t know how to respond without sounding defensive or making things worse. Her words felt like a punch to the gut, a harsh critique of not just their marriage, but of him as a person.

“And honestly...” Gabriella continued, her voice softer now, tinged with hesitation. Her fingers traced the edge of her armrest, as though gathering courage to continue. “There’s more to it than that.”

Kaan frowned, glancing at her. “What do you mean?” he asked cautiously.

Gabriella sighed, her eyes flicking toward the therapist briefly before landing back on the floor. “Look, before I met Kaan, the men I dated—they were different. Most of them were bodybuilders, guys who took care of themselves, who had... a certain energy, a confidence.” She hesitated, her voice dropping lower. “And physically, they were... well, they were big guys. In more ways than one.”

The air seemed to leave the room. Kaan felt his face flush with heat as her words sank in, each one landing like a slap. Big guys. In more ways than one. His pulse thundered in his ears, and he swallowed hard, unable to meet Gabriella’s gaze. He knew he had a below-average penis, but he had never known it wasn’t enough for her. It was as though she had ripped open his deepest insecurity and laid it bare for the therapist—and for him.

“I thought that wouldn’t matter,” she went on, her tone almost apologetic but unflinchingly honest. “That we could make up for it in other ways. And for a while, we did. But now, with everything else—us not being close, not connecting—it’s hard not to feel like... like something’s missing.”

Kaan’s hands balled into fists on his lap as he stared down at the floor. Embarrassment burned through him, his throat tightening with the effort to hold back a response. Her words didn’t just sting—they cut him down, leaving him feeling emasculated, insignificant. Was this what she had been thinking all along? 

He couldn’t stop the flood of humiliating thoughts that followed. That he had never measured up. That she had been settling for him this whole time, and now, after all their struggles, she was finally letting him know just how much he had fallen short.

Kaan sat stiffly in the chair, his hands clenched into fists on his lap, his heart pounding as the conversation took a turn that made his stomach churn. Gabriella’s voice was calm but firm, her words like surgical strikes, each one cutting deeper into his sense of self. He stared at the floor, his face burning with humiliation, feeling utterly exposed.

“I think part of the problem,” Gabriella began, her tone resolute as she glanced at the therapist, “is that Kaan just doesn’t step up. Not at home, not in the bedroom, not anywhere, really.”

Kaan flinched inwardly, her words echoing his own private fears. He wanted to argue, to push back, but his voice was caught somewhere in his throat, tangled up in the shame of knowing she wasn’t entirely wrong. He shifted in his seat, his gaze glued to the floor, as though avoiding their eyes would somehow make this easier to endure.

The therapist, ever composed, nodded thoughtfully. “Can you elaborate on what you mean by ‘not stepping up’? What specific areas feel most frustrating for you, Gabriella?”

Gabriella sighed, leaning back in her chair with a confidence that only added to Kaan’s discomfort. “Physically, for one,” she said bluntly. “There’s a lack of presence. He’s not confident, and it shows. I’ve been with men who took care of themselves, who walked into a room and owned it. With Kaan... it’s different. It’s like he’s always trying to fade into the background.”

Kaan felt his cheeks grow hotter, his body rigid with embarrassment. The implication was clear: he wasn’t man enough for her. The words struck at his core, stirring an overwhelming sense of inadequacy. He could feel the weight of her expectations, and it crushed him.

“And in the bedroom,” Gabriella continued, her voice level but unrelenting, “it’s hard to feel that spark when the energy isn’t there. I’ve been with men who knew how to take charge, who made me feel wanted, who... well, who were physically more capable.” She hesitated, then added, “It’s not just about size, but that’s part of it. Confidence plays a huge role, and it’s just not there with Kaan.”

Kaan’s heart sank, his entire body flushing with mortification. Physically capable. He didn’t need her to spell it out; the meaning was painfully obvious. Gabriella was comparing him to her exes again—the ones who were bigger, stronger, more commanding—and he came up short in every way that mattered. The emasculation hit him like a tidal wave, leaving him drowning in self-doubt and shame.

“I thought those things wouldn’t matter,” she admitted, her tone softening just slightly. “I told myself we’d make up for it in other ways. And for a while, we did. But now... with everything else going on, it’s hard not to notice what’s missing.”

The therapist nodded, her expression neutral but attentive. “It sounds like you’re looking for a deeper level of connection, both emotionally and physically. Would you say that’s accurate?”

“Yes,” Gabriella said firmly. “I want to feel desired, pursued, excited. And I want to desire him, too. But it’s hard when I feel like I’m the only one bringing that energy to the relationship.”

Kaan sat frozen, his chest tightening with a mix of emotions—shame, frustration, and a strange, unbidden arousal that he couldn’t explain. As mortified as he was by Gabriella’s blunt critique, there was something about her confidence, the way she spoke so unapologetically, that made his pulse quicken in a way he didn’t want to admit.

“And it’s not just about the physical,” Gabriella continued, crossing her arms as she glanced at Kaan briefly before turning back to the therapist. “It’s about ambition, too. I’m a go-getter. I’ve always been that way. I work hard, I aim high, and I want a partner who can match that energy. Kaan’s... well, he’s passive. He’s stuck in this dead-end job, and he doesn’t seem motivated to push for more. It’s like I’m dragging him along instead of walking beside him.”

Each word hit Kaan like a hammer, shattering what little confidence he had left. He felt smaller with every sentence, shrinking in his chair as if he could disappear into the fabric. His job, his body, his performance in the bedroom—everything was laid bare, scrutinized and found wanting. He had never felt more emasculated, reduced to a collection of failures and inadequacies in the eyes of his wife and, now, the therapist.

The therapist turned to him, her calm gaze landing on him like a spotlight. “Kaan, how do you feel about what Gabriella is saying? Do you agree with her assessment?”

He struggled to speak, his throat dry and his mind racing. “I... I guess,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I mean, I know I’m not perfect. I’ve been trying, but... maybe it’s not enough.”

The therapist nodded encouragingly. “Acknowledging these feelings is a good first step. It’s clear that both of you want to improve this relationship, which is a strong foundation to build on.”

Kaan nodded mutely, though her words offered little comfort. The rest of the session passed in a haze for him, their voices blurring together as they discussed strategies and solutions.

All he could think about was how exposed he felt, how small and powerless he seemed in the face of Gabriella’s confident critiques. And beneath it all, that unsettling heat lingered, a mix of shame and reluctant arousal at the way these two women seemed to dominate the conversation, their voices filled with certainty while his own felt weak and faltering. 

Dr. Eliza leaned forward, her gaze shifting between Gabriella and Kaan, and said, "I think an unconventional approach is exactly what’s needed to solve your marriage,—a method that will truly disrupt the routine and force a real shift in dynamics."

The tension in the therapy room reached a new high as Dr. Eliza stood from her chair, moving to a small cabinet at the side of the room. Gabriella watched her with a calm, almost amused expression, while Kaan sat frozen in his seat, his heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his ears.

“This is an important moment, Kaan,” Dr. Eliza said, opening the cabinet and pulling out a sleek, black case. She placed it on the desk and opened it to reveal a collection of male chastity devices in various sizes. The polished steel gleamed under the soft light, making Kaan’s stomach churn with a mix of dread and nervous anticipation.

“You’re committing to your marriage in a tangible way,” she continued, her voice steady and professional. “This will symbolize your focus on Gabriella’s needs and your willingness to put her first. It’s a bold step, but I believe it’s the right one.”

Kaan swallowed hard, his face burning with humiliation. He glanced at Gabriella, who gave him a slight smirk, her confidence only deepening his sense of inadequacy. He wanted to look away, but he couldn’t. There was something mesmerizing about the way she carried herself, so assured, so in control.

Dr. Eliza selected a device and held it up, examining it with a critical eye. “Stand up, Kaan,” she instructed. Her tone left no room for hesitation. Kaan rose shakily to his feet, his cheeks flushed crimson.

Dr. Eliza maintained her professional demeanor as she worked, but Kaan’s embarrassment only grew when she held the device against him and frowned slightly. “Hmm,” she murmured, almost to herself, before turning back to the cabinet. “This one’s too big. We’ll need a smaller size.”

The words hit Kaan like a punch to the gut. He closed his eyes, wishing he could disappear. He heard a faint chuckle from Gabriella’s side of the room, and his humiliation deepened.

Dr. Eliza returned with a smaller device, her expression neutral but her tone teasing as she said, “This should fit better.

Don’t worry, Kaan—sometimes smaller steps are the most effective ones.”

The metallic click of the device locking into place sent a shiver down his spine. He felt the cool steel encasing him, snug and unyielding, a constant reminder of the control he was surrendering. Dr. Eliza stepped back, admiring her work briefly before she held up the small silver key.

“This key,” she said, addressing both Kaan and Gabriella, “will remain in my safe. This ensures that the arrangement stays secure and reinforces the accountability we’re establishing here.”

She crossed the room to a wall-mounted safe, entered a code, and placed the key inside. The heavy thunk of the safe door closing seemed to echo in Kaan’s ears, final and inescapable.

“You’ve made a significant step today, Kaan,” Dr. Eliza said, turning back to him with an approving nod. “This is about trust and commitment. From now on, your focus should be entirely on Gabriella—on her happiness, her needs, her satisfaction.

"That’s your priority.”

Gabriella stood, her smirk softening into something that resembled approval, though her amusement was still evident in her eyes. “You’ve done the right thing, Kaan,” she said, her voice low and steady. “Now, we can start moving forward.”

Kaan nodded mutely, his face still flushed as he returned to his seat. The steel around him felt heavier than its physical weight, a constant reminder of the decision he had made and the control he had handed over.

As they left the office, Gabriella walked ahead, her confidence radiating, while Kaan trailed behind, the faint clink of the device with each step a private, inescapable reminder of the dynamic that now defined their marriage.

Gabriella sat at a cosy corner table in a trendy café, the soft hum of conversations and the aroma of fresh coffee filling the air. She stirred her latte leisurely, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder as she glanced toward the door.

A warm smile spread across her lips as Dr. Eliza walked in, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. The therapist exuded the same composed authority she did in her office, her tailored blazer and sharp gaze giving her an air of effortless confidence.       

“Gabriella!” Dr. Eliza greeted warmly as she approached the table. “You look stunning, as always.”

Gabriella chuckled, rising to embrace her old friend. “And you look like you just walked off the cover of Power Women Monthly. What’s your secret, Eliza?”

Eliza smirked, setting her bag down as she took a seat. “The secret is knowing how to manage people—and that includes husbands,” she quipped, earning a knowing laugh from Gabriella. “So, tell me, how’s our little project going?”

Gabriella leaned back in her chair, sipping her latte as she smirked. “It’s going perfectly. Kaan’s so deep in his head right now he doesn’t even know which way is up. That session yesterday? I thought he’d combust on the spot. But he agreed to everything—like I knew he would.”

Eliza grinned, taking a sip of her black coffee. “Of course he did. Men like Kaan are predictable. They just need someone to guide them. And honestly? I’m impressed with how quickly you’ve brought him around.”

Gabriella’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “It’s been a long time coming. He’s always been... soft. Sweet, sure, but too passive. I’ve been carrying the weight of this relationship for years, Eliza. Now it’s time for him to learn what it means to really show up—on my terms.”

Eliza nodded approvingly. “And you deserve it. I mean, come on, Gabby—look at you. You’re smart, successful, drop-dead gorgeous. Since we were in college together, you could have anyone you want. The fact that you’re giving him this chance to evolve is more generous than he probably deserves.”

Gabriella laughed, setting her cup down. “You’re not wrong. But you know me—I like a challenge. And honestly? Watching him squirm has been... entertaining.”

Eliza smirked. “Oh, I bet. And honestly, with what you told me about his... ahem... ‘shortcomings,’ it sounds like he should’ve been put in his place a long time ago.”

Gabriella couldn’t help but burst into laughter, covering her mouth briefly before leaning in conspiratorially. “Eliza, you don’t even know the half of it. It’s so... tiny! Like, embarrassingly so. I used to think maybe it wouldn’t matter if he could make up for it in other ways, but... let’s be real. He just doesn’t. My boyfriends before him? All bodybuilders. And let me tell you, they were very well-endowed.”

Eliza snorted, shaking her head. “And you ended up with Kaan? What were you thinking, Gabby?”

Gabriella shrugged with a sly grin. “He has some money, and seemed sweet at the time, and I thought maybe I wanted something different. But now? Let’s just say I know what I deserve—and it’s not what he’s been giving me.”

The two women laughed together, their amusement unrestrained. Eliza leaned forward, her tone taking on a mischievous edge. “Well, you’ve already got him locked up, so he’s not getting any ideas about stepping out of line. And with that chastity device, he’ll be too busy focusing on you to worry about anything else.”

Gabriella smirked, her confidence radiating. “Exactly. And honestly, it’s freeing, knowing I don’t have to pretend anymore. Kaan’s place is to support me, not to be the centre of my attention. If I want a real man in the bedroom, that’s something I can handle on my own terms.”

Eliza chuckled, raising her coffee cup. “To your freedom and Kaan becoming your devoted cuckold, then.”

Gabriella lifted her own cup, their toast sealing the bond of their shared scheme. “To Kaan becoming my cuckold—and a lot more fun.”

Their laughter mingled with the café’s lively hum, a clear declaration that they were only getting started. Kaan, they both knew, had no idea just how much his life was about to change as Gabriella’s cuckold.