Chapter 3

“You watched me fuck Ryan up the ass?” Maybelline asked as she lubed her own husband’s asshole after bending him over the pool table.

“Yesss...” Ania replied reluctantly, thinking now of the time she’d forced Larry to lick the soles of her boots at Maybelline’s insistence. Her friend kept telling her not to worry about how disgusting this stuff could be, but rather how it proved these bitch’s devotion to their owner.

“He was reluctant at first, huh?” Maybelline chuckled as she sprayed her current bitch’s ass-crack using a bottle of scented oil, “But he did beg to cum.”

“He did ... and you didn’t let him,” Ania added.

“Made him obedient the rest of the day, didn’t it?”

“Yeah ... well ... you put that chastity cage on him—what else was he going to do to get it off.”

“They can pull it off, a little secret they don’t tell you at the adult boutique,” Maybelline informed her, “But not his bitch!” she proclaimed as she lifted Larry’s junk up to once again display his Prince-Albert piercing.

With real curiosity this time, Ania squatted down beside her friend, and with her latex gloved hand, pulled up the bitch’s caged cock to admire the small padlock that went through his pee-hole and out the side of dick, wondering once again how painful such a piercing must have been. “You keep him like this all the time?” Ania asked with a grin.

“Always ... unless I’m playing with him ... or letting him wash his pathetic little dick,” she replied, before yanking the man’s junk out of Ania’s hand, pulling on his balls hard next, while yelling at him, “It’s pathetic, isn’t it, bitch?”

“Yes, goddess!” the hooded bitch quickly replied between groans of pain.

Maybelline secretly laughed at what she had done then stood and slowly began to drive her strap-on dildo into the bitch’s ass, “Your bitch can’t handle this girth yet, but you’ll get him there,” she said to Ania, who was now putting oil on her own strap-on, excited now about doing this for the first time. “This is the best time to lecture them,” Maybelline declared as she slowly sunk in until the fake rubber balls pressed against Larry’s real balls.

Ania nodded in understanding as Maybelline had pressed this point home a lot, which was that domination by voice was essential at times and that if you tolerated too much sass from your bitch, it meant you weren’t doing it right. “Who’s bitch?” Maybelline began asking louder and louder as she butt-fucked, getting groans with “Your bitch” responses, until finally she backed off, allowing Ania now to mount up for the first time.

“How hard should I push?” Ania asked with a grimace as the head of her rubber cock disappeared up Larry’s ass.

“Hold on,” Maybelline insisted as she began fitting the bitch with earmuffs and blinders, “Don’t sound unsure of what to do ... never weak ... always lecture—declare what you’re going to do, whether it’s a lie or not.”

“Well now he can’t hear me!”

“That’s because you were whining, take control ... I’ll take off the muffs when you’re ready,” Maybelline declared, “Now fuck hard and fast for a while until your sure he feels dominated.”

“How can I tell?”

Maybelline shrugged before answering, “Every bitch is different, some like to be silent, and others like to be verbal, but be ready to tell him to shut up ... too much talk should never be allowed.”

“Well, what’s Ryan like?” Ania asked, knowing that it had been over a week since Maybelline had started training him, with at least two sessions a day. Ania herself had gotten in a lot of time with Larry, doing mostly simple stuff, like boot licking and making him jerk-off on her boots or on the floor. It was endlessly fascinating to watch a bitch lick up his own cum, which at first had horrified her somewhat, but not now. “Take it bitch!” she suddenly growled.

“That’s it, but too bad he can’t hear you,” Maybelline laughed.

“Let him hear—I’m ready!” Ania said as she thrust and thrust until she was sure Larry was feeling owned by her. Stripped now of his earmuffs, Ania then began her little lecture, “You’re my bitch ... yeah ... my bitch ... going to ride you until you’re broken ... fucking little dicked bitch ... who’s your goddess?!” The power she felt now by opening up in front of Larry like this was awesome.

“You’re my goddess!” Larry quickly replied.

“Look at his junk swing—I love that,” Maybelline said as the bitch’s balls swung about wildly as Ania fucked him. “Snake your hand down like this,” Maybelline said as she slid a hand past Ania’s thigh and grabbed the balls. This got Ania trying it, which was a little awkward, but with one hand clamping the balls, it gave her a lot of leverage in the fuck, allowing her to slam her hips ever harder into the bitch. She never felt so in control as she did now and couldn’t wait to do this to her husband.

“Should I do Ryan today?” Ania huffed out as she labored to keep riding.

“Nooo ... not yet,” Maybelline said as she shook her head, “You’ll fuck it up.”

“Thanks,” Ania gasped out of breath as she gave her friend a mean glare.

“Hey, it took me a couple of years to get this little dick here to give in completely,” Maybelline said defensively, “I want you to get there in a month or two.”

“A month or two,” Ania muttered, as she backed off of Larry and then collapsed down in a chair to catch her breath.

“See! You got no stamina—wait until you can do this for at least thirty-minutes,” Maybelline said as she mounted her bitch again, grabbing the bitch’s hips for leverage, she then banged him harder than Ania thought prudent. Larry took it well.

“Your training going well?” Ania teased as she came up behind her husband as he worked at his laptop, massaging his shoulders for a moment, before recalling how Maybelline thought this a weak move, and so stopped. Leaning further over his back next, she grabbed hold of his groin to confirm he was still in chastity. “Painful is it?”

“No, takes a little getting used to though,” he replied as she watched him blush in embarrassment.

“I can take it off ... but she’ll whip you I think—would you like that?” she asked, getting only silence from him in return. “I would like that,” she added with a grin that he couldn’t see.

“Hmm,” he grunted softly, “I ... don’t know ... this is pretty deep stuff don’t you think?”

“You mean like deep in your ass?” she teased before kissing him on the cheek and then starting to walk away, feeling excited and empowered once again. “Yes, ma’am,” came a soft reply from behind her as she walked off, and so she looked over her shoulder at him to give him a mean smile, with him smiling meekly back. Embolden even more now, she figured she’d go for a walk after putting on some sexy clothes, down to the pier and perhaps do some flirting. Pulling off her wedding ring, she then held it up for the distant Ryan to see, before ducking around a corner so he couldn’t object. There was only silence.

She wore now a very short skirt and a revealing top that clearly showed more cleavage than a good girl should. It was a Friday afternoon, and so already people were gathering at the small beach and along the short boardwalk here. A small portable tiki bar was just being set up and had no customers yet. Walking out onto the peer a short distance, she then leaned back against the railing, smiling now at the freedom Maybelline had revealed to her. Passing men smiled back mostly, but also some girls.

“Yum,” she said to herself as she watched a guy not far away who was talking to what looked like a male friend, who had a pretty woman on his arm. After a few minutes of watching, she became convinced that the handsome man was without a girl himself. She shook her head at herself for the naughty thoughts she was now having. Her wedding ring was in her purse, and she wondered now how noticeable the lighter colored band of skin on her ring finger was. Nervously, she massaged where the ring would normally be, working up the nerve to actually flirt. The moment soon presented itself.