Chapter 2

Kris spent the next few days going about life and felt a little weirded out that the world seemed to be normal. The night she spent with Doug had rocked her world, but no one else seemed to notice a difference. She felt like a completely different person, but no one seemed to notice.

Kris contemplated her actions and questioned why she was so excited about her tryst. She had always assumed that she would feel guilty, but that feeling had not made an appearance at all, maybe because she had accepted the fact that Jim truly wanted this for them. Kris reflected back to the encounter that had finally convinced her to make the date with Doug.

Jim’s cuckold fantasy had grown over the years. It started as a playful suggestion, but Jim had gotten more and more wrapped up in it as time went by. It had reached a point where they barely had sex without the fantasy being discussed. Kris had originally been adamantly against the idea, but she had started to get turned on by Jim’s descriptions of a large, well hung muscular man that could dominate her. Her friend Dawn had encouraged this and suggested that she put Jim in a situation where he had to “put up or shut up”. Kris was onboard for this since one of her biggest fears was that she and Jim would bring the fantasy to reality and afterwards, Jim would be upset with her. Dawn convinced Kris that if she wanted to ensure that Jim was truly onboard, she should take him to a dominatrix, someone who could push his boundaries and expose his true desires. Dawn had a friend that she thought would be perfect for the two of them. Dawn set up the date and Kris presented it to Jim, who eagerly agreed.

On the night of their meeting they arrived at a small warehouse and knocked on the door. Princess, a formidable woman with pink hair, piercings, and a commanding presence answered the door and bade them to enter. She exuded dominance and Dawn had said that she had a knack for helping couples unleash their most intimate cravings. Princess then escorted them into her chamber, a room filled with tools of the trade—whips, chains, and other implements that hinted at the pleasures and pains to come.

Without hesitation, Princess took charge. She bound Jim securely, tying him to a sturdy frame, then blindfolded him, immersing him in a world of heightened senses and anticipation. She had Kris change into a leather dress that covered her but left little to the imagination. She then had Kris watch as she started entrancing Jim and leading him down her dark path. The cool air brushed against his skin, and he felt the soft touch of feathers and silk, intermingled with the occasional sharp sting.

Princess began by spanking Jim, delivering sharp smacks that echoed through the room. With each strike, she teased him, whispering about his cuckold desires. She suggested that his fantasy wasn’t just about seeing Kris with another man but about his own longing for male companionship. “You crave the touch of a man, Jim,” she purred. “You want to feel dominated, to surrender to a strong presence.”

As Princess played upon his bisexual curiosity, something remarkable happened. Kris, shocked beyond words, noticed Jim’s arousal. His manhood stood erect, defying any denial of his desires. She heard the conflict in his voice as he denied her words, the struggle between his submission and the emerging truth.

Princess directed Kris to take the whip, encouraging her to strike her bound husband. As Kris did so, the sting of the lashes mixed with the pleasure of his growing excitement. Princess caressed Jim’s beard, her fingers dancing across his skin, as she continued to tease him. “You want to feel the power of a man, don’t you, Jim?” she taunted. “Admit it. Admit that you crave a hard body, a dominant force, to take control.”

Kris watched, captivated, as Princess strapped on a harness, the leather straps hugging her thighs, and a phallic shape nestled between her legs. The dominatrix urged Kris to continue spanking Jim, harder this time, as she positioned herself behind him. “Confess your desires, Jim,” Princess demanded. “Tell us what you truly crave.”

With each strike of the whip, Kris noticed Jim’s breath quicken. His confession came in gasps and moans. “I want ... I want to feel a man inside me,” he stammered. “I want to please Kris ... to lick her ... to taste her pleasure ... while a strong man takes me.” His words hung in the air, exposing his deepest truth.

Princess smiled, her eyes glistening with satisfaction. “Then, my dear Jim, that is what you shall have.” She leaned forward, her breath hot on his ear. “But first, you must show your devotion to your wife. Lick her until she cries out in ecstasy. Make her feel like the goddess she is. If she is going to share you with another, she deserves a reward.”

Kris felt a surge of excitement. She had always enjoyed being the center of attention, and now, seeing Jim bound and so vulnerable, she felt empowered. She positioned herself in front of Jim, spreading her legs slightly, offering herself to him.

As Jim lowered his mouth to Kris, his tongue traced delicate patterns on her sensitive skin. He explored her folds, teasing her clitoris, tasting her essence. Kris gasped, her hands gripping his bald head, guiding him, urging him on. The sensation of Jim’s skillful tongue sent waves of pleasure through her body, and Jim’s jerks as he felt the sting of the whip only heightened her arousal.

With each lick and caress, Kris felt herself surrendering to the moment. She had never felt so sexually empowered. The sounds of the whip cracking through the air mingled with their heavy breathing, creating a symphony of pleasure and pain.

Jim, though blindfolded, sensed Princess’s presence behind him. He could feel her breath on his neck, sense the anticipation of what was to come. His body tensed, awaiting the touch he had craved for so long.

Finally, Kris’s body trembled, her release building like a storm. Jim’s tongue danced faster, more fervently, and she cried out, her legs shaking as she surrendered to the orgasm that washed over her.

Princess, seeing Kris’s satisfaction, knew it was time to give Jim the release he so desperately needed. She positioned herself behind him, the strap-on pressing against his entrance. With a gentle touch, she caressed his back, whispering words of encouragement. “You’ve been so brave, Jim. Now it’s time for your reward.”

Jim nodded, his body taut with anticipation. Princess slowly penetrated him, her movements deliberate and controlled. Inch by inch, she entered him, filling him with the sensation he had longed for.

As Princess established a steady rhythm, Kris watched, transfixed. She saw the mix of pleasure and surrender on Jim’s face, his body yielding to Princess’s touch. She felt a sense of power, knowing that she had helped unlock this side of him.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, accompanied by Jim’s grunts and moans. Princess thrust harder, faster, and Jim matched her pace, his beard rubbing against Kris’s sensitive skin as his tongue continued to work its magic.