Adventures of A Submissive Wife (Suzi’s Journey Book 2)
Adventures of A Submissive Wife: Chapter 3

Mark was coming round for a few beers and a chat. He sounded pretty insistent on the phone; not like him at all, he’s one of the most laid back people I know. One of my oldest mates, I’ve known him for about twenty years now. Like me, he’s in his mid-forties and hugely successful in his own area of business. He’s married but unlike me, he has no kids and his wife, Alana, is about fifteen years younger than him and gorgeous to supermodel standards.

Mark even looked harassed when he came to the door. He had always managed to look much younger than his chronological age but tonight he looked every one of his forty six years. I met him with a cold beer ready in hand and showed him into the lounge, where the FA cup match was already warming up and my lovely wife Suzi had littered the place with man snacks. Suzi herself was pottering around in the kitchen, preparing some hot snacks and on hand to top up the drinks as required.

We made small talk for a while and then I launched straight in. “You’ve been my best mate for half my adult life and I’ve never seen you like this before. Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or do I have to beat it out of you?”

Mark looked relieved. He had clearly been waiting for some time to download and I got it all at once. “It’s Alana,” he started. “We’re going to have to divorce.”

“Whoa!” I said. “Where did that come from?”

“Damion,” he said. “She’s a sex maniac. I’ve always known that and it’s worked well for the last few years if you know what I mean.” I knew exactly what he meant, the couple were regular swinging partners of ours. Mark continued. “The problem is, I’m not enough for her any more. It’s gone well beyond wife-swapping, she’s having regular affairs and seeing other men behind my back. In fact it’s so bad, she’s cheating on the men she’s cheating with.”

I couldn’t say I was especially surprised. Alana was one of those women whose life revolved around sex. She didn’t work; why should she when Mark was so rich, and she had no real hobbies, other than men. Mark definitely had a problem.

Mark continued. “I know you and Suzi nearly split up last year. How did you sort it out?”

I wasn’t sure my mate was ready to hear this but what the hell. “Mark, you know I’m into the BDSM scene in a big way.”

“I know you’ve dragged me to a few kinky clubs in your time…”

“It’s a lot more than that, mate. A year or two back, I had a really intense affair with a chick who was the Ying to my Yang, if you know what I mean?”

“Not sure I do.”

“Where I’m very dominant, she’s very submissive. The time we spent together let us both develop and I learned what was missing in my life. That’s what almost killed our marriage.”

“Okay. So how did you fix it?”

“Suzi and I had a heart to heart and she agreed to let me train her to be a fully submissive wife.”

Mark’s jaw dropped. “What the fuck does that mean?”

I took a swig from my beer bottle. “It means my lovely wife agreed to completely put herself in my hands for a period of training and at the end of it, she discovered complete happiness was about keeping me happy.”

Mark laughed loudly. “Okay, you’re fucking with me now!”

“Really?” I called my wife over. “Honey, come and tell Mark about your training.”

Suzi recounted what I’d just explained but in a lot more detail; she explained why she had submitted, how it felt and what she got out of it.

Mark was completely gob-smacked. When Suzi had finished, he just sipped his beer, thinking for a few minutes. Finally he came to a decision. “Can you train Alana in the same way?”

The next day, Suzi went round for a chat with Alana. She left at ten and didn’t come back until four. That was some chat; they only live five minutes away. I was waiting for my wife when she got in. “Well?”

She kissed me lightly on the cheek. “She’s all yours my darling husband…and Master.”

It took me two weeks to clear enough space in my work diary to dedicate my time to Alana’s training. I had decided to leverage my time by using Suzi as an assistant and so had to spend some time with her beforehand to show her how to act like a Dom; rather than the natural sub that she was. Mark brought his wife in, stopped just long enough to say hello, then kissed he on the cheek and left. He knew as well as she did that this was make or break. He would see her again in a couple of weeks as she settled into her new lifestyle or as she packed her bags. There was no middle ground.

I showed Alana into the lounge where Suzi was already waiting, sat on the couch. I pointed to a spot in the middle of the floor and made it clear she was to stand as I sat down. I started things off. “I want you to know that we like you a lot, Alana and have a lot of respect for you. That will not seem to be the case as we continue but if it wasn’t, we wouldn’t bother with you. You are free to leave at any time. You have only to say the safe word ‘Red’ and we will stop what we’re doing and release you. But if you do leave, you’ll be leaving your marriage as well. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she answered quietly.

“You will only speak when spoken to and if a reply is required you will address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ and Suzi as Ma’am or ‘Mistress’. Try again!”

“Yes Sir!”

“You will do everything asked of you without question or delay or you will be punished. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir!”

“Good. Now undress!”

Alana fixed her eyes on me as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. I could see arrogance and defiance in her face. That wouldn’t last. Her body was as perfect as I remembered, although it had been a while since I’d last had her. She was almost six feet and perfectly proportioned; long limbs leading to a toned torso. Her bra followed her blouse to the floor, releasing her perky, pear-shaped tits to jiggle a little as she moved. She let her skirt drop to the floor, followed by her panties and stood there in just high heels. She bent to remove them and I stopped her. “You can leave them on for now. Come over here.”

Alana walked self-consciously over to the sofa. I stopped her in front of me and squeezed her inner thigh as I looked her over. She was a natural redhead and although her pussy was trimmed neatly, it would have to come off. I expected my women to be baby-smooth at all times. I lightly rubbed my middle finger along her slit. “So Alana, what are your sexual dos and don’ts,” I asked. Before she could answer, I jumped in myself. “Let me see. Dos are being in control, on top, sucking cock as and when you feel like it and generally doing whatever takes your fancy. Don’ts are anal, girl on girl, anything involving pain or humiliation, etc. Am I close?”

“Yes Sir,” she said non-committedly, biting her lip as my finger slipped just inside her cunt.

“Well we are going to start as we mean to go on,” I continued. “You’re here for correction so we’ll begin with a spanking. Go and lie across Suzi’s knee.”

Alana looked worried on two counts, the idea of the spanking and the intimacy with my wife. All the same, she was of no mind to hesitate too much at this stage and draped herself across Suzi’s lap with her hands and feet on the floor. I stood up. “How you react to this first spanking will set the conditions for your training,” I said. “Let’s go!”

This was not the first spanking Suzi had administered under my direction but she was no expert. She began lightly and slowly as I had directed, building up the intensity gradually. It was, however, clearly the first Alana had received; at least for many years. She started moaning almost straight away, despite herself. As her firm little buttocks began to colour a delightful pink, she began to squirm.

“Tut, tut!” I said sarcastically. “This is not a good start. Let me help you to shut the fuck up.” Unzipping, I pulled out my cock and yanked her head up to push it into her mouth. The angle let me get straight into her throat and I was rewarded with a gurgling and gagging sound. Suzi smacked her again, harder than before and she jerked forward to choke herself on my meat, immediately panicking as her airway closed and bucking backwards again.

Suzi was in to her stride now and laid the blows across Alana’s arse as hard and fast as her soft palms would allow. I held her firmly by the head and brutally fucked her face in a way I knew she wouldn’t have experienced before. I could see my wife was tiring so I changed the plot. As I humped the woman’s snotty, teary face, I nodded to Suzi. “Give her pussy a little stroke, sweetheart.”

As Suzi changed tack and delicately stroked the tips of her fingers around Alana’s clitoris, the hapless woman reacted violently. Whereas her spanking had caused only a token resistance, being fondled by another woman clearly crossed a line for her. She bucked hard, tried to get up and protested as loudly as the fat cock in her gullet would allow. I took my cock out her mouth, gripped her cheeks hard in one hand and put my face right next to hers. “SHUT THE FUCK UP CUNT!” I yelled at her.

I could see the shock in her face and she flopped straight back down, jerking slightly as Suzi’s fingers entered her. I lifted her head by the hair and upped my pace, encouraging Suzi to frig her in time with my thrusts. As I felt my spunk start to boil I encouraged Suzi to push a finger into her tights arse and as she bucked again, thrust deep into her throat and ejaculated.

Withdrawing from the woman’s mouth, I wiped my cock on her shiny red hair and retrieved a pair of handcuffs from the sideboard. Pulling her arms behind her back, I snapped them into place and hauled her to her feet. Fastening a thick leather dog collar around her neck, I clipped a dog leash to it and handed it to my wife. “Bring her down to the dungeon,” I said.

The next few days were tough on the spoiled housewife. There was a new experience for her around every corner. I whipped her arse and cropped her tits. She was suspended and spread-eagled, fucked and buggered and then after a couple of day, I addressed her taboo again. Suzi came in from work as arranged to replace I’d tied Alana securely on her back with her hands attached to her thighs and her legs spread as widely as they would go. She had a penis gag in and I’d wedged a nice big butt plug in her arse. She had whimpered like a puppy when that went in; her arse was well-used by now but ‘Big Ron’ had a way of expanding a girl’s horizons.

Alana had that freshly fucked glow about her and if my wife were in any doubt about that, the sperm was visible just inside her crack. The lack of hair left things very visible down there. Suzi knew just what to do. Stripping out of her clothes in full view of the bed, she reached down and gave our puppy an exploratory pat on the clitoris. Predictably Alana tried to back away, although she had no hope of success in those bindings. Getting herself comfortable on the bed, Suzi pushed a tongue inside the offered pussy and started to lap my jism out of it.

Alana bucked and wriggled and there were all sorts of unintelligible noises coming from around the gag. I settled back to watch. Suzi was an accomplished muff diver these days and I knew it wouldn’t take her long to bring the recalcitrant wife around to our way of thinking.

Sure enough, after a few minutes the tone of the noises changed significantly and her movements became less jerky and more rhythmic. I wandered over to the bed and suckled on her perky nipples for a while, until I could see she was pretty lost in her own pleasure zone. Reaching behind her head I unbuckled the gag and pulled it out. She took a moment to swallow a few times and then stretch her jaw. I let her finish and then began to kiss her passionately, squeezing her breasts at the same time. She responded with fervour, her kisses betraying her level of arousal. I looked down between her tits to where my wife was going mad in eating her out. She had clearly forgotten her lesbianism hang up. The flush around Alana’s neck and the bucking of her hips telegraphed her approaching orgasm. I tapped Suzi on the shoulder and she stopped fucking her straight away. I saw the disappointment clearly written on Alana’s face. “Do you want to cum little cunt?” I asked.

Alana nodded, “Yes Sir,” she quickly added before offending me.

“Well you’re going to have to earn it then. Suzi’s been working hard to pleasure you. I think it’s time you returned the compliment.” My wife wasted no time in climbing on to the bed, lifting her leg over the other woman’s head and planting her dripping fanny firmly on to her mouth. Alana instinctively tried to turn her head away but Suzi was having none of it. Clamping her head firmly in place with her toned thighs, she smothered Alana with her sex.

Clearly struggling to breathe and humiliated at being used by another woman in such a way, Alana began to buck and complain again. I decided it was time give her something to take her mind of her mouthful of fresh quim. Lubing my hard cock thoroughly, I lifted her legs even higher and passed them to Suzi to hold. Pulling out her butt plug and placing the mushroom head of my prick against her little pink starfish, she realised straight away what was going to happen and the tone of her muffled voice went up by two octaves. Although I had already broken in her arse a couple of times over the past few days, this position was going to be particularly special. “You’re going to love this cunt,” I told her.

I pushed forward, slowly and surely breaking through the tight band of muscle. She was naturally tight back there but felt doubly so in this position. She was making an almighty noise inside my wife’s pussy and I could see the whole situation was making Suzi very hot. I bottomed out and took a firm hold of her thighs as I began to hump into her buttery arse.

“Oooooh!” Suzi began to cum, rocking and sliding all over her bottom’s mouth. She shuddered once or twice and then collapsed to the side of Alana, freeing the other woman’s face. Our slave was still making a lot of noise but it was clearly pleasure, not indignation or pain. I began to slap her arse in time with my violent thrusts and Suzi rejoined the party by sucking her tits.

I could see the familiar signs of orgasm again. “Do you want to cum, fuckface?” I asked her.

“Yes please master,” she answered obediently.

I paused for a few seconds before answering. “Well you can’t,” I said. “Did you hear? Don’t cum!”

“Yes Master,” she replied, clearly already in discomfort.

I gave her another another half a minute before speaking to her again. “DO NOT CUM SLUT!”

The poor girl was now beside herself, writhing and moaning on the edge of orgasm but not daring to defy me. I felt the cum start to boil in my balls, grabbed her face in my hand and as my ejaculation started, yelled at her, “Cum now cunt!”

As I pumped a particularly large amount of spunk into her colon, her arsehole clamped down hard on me and her whole body went into spasm. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” Alana was experiencing her first anal orgasm.

I withdrew with some difficulty. Alana’s arse held on to me so tightly, it was almost as though it didn’t want to let me go. Untying her, I encouraged her on to her knees and offered my cock for her to clean. To my pleasant surprise, she gobbled it up without question. This was a good sign, Although there was no sign of dirt I knew it could have smelt or tasted particularly sweet. I patted her on the head and gave her some encouragement before letting Suzi clean her up, feed her and then put her in her cage for the night. She was progressing well, I thought. The next stage would be seeing how many men and women I could put through her in one session.