Julie’s Erotic Decision

Obeying Master and cuckolding her husband wasn’t a game

Julie brushed her blonde hair slowly, her naked body reflected in the mirror. The door was cracked open slightly, and her husband nervously knocked.

“Yes?” Julie focused on her brushing, as though the movement put her into a meditative state.

“I just returned. Everything was just over $ 300.” He shifted side to side.

“Good, thank you. Where did you put it?”

“I laid it out on the bed, like you said, dear.”

“Good. The panties are Perla, correct?” She instructed Doug to buy her the finest.

“Yes.”

Julie smiled. “Come here, darling.” She kissed Doug on the lips and laid hands on his shoulder. “How does it feel to know that you just spent a few hundred dollars on lingerie that I’m going to wear for Master?”

Doug sighed. “It’s not easy. I don’t know.”

“But it pleases me,” Julie ran a hand along Doug’s chest, to his belt and teased him along the zipper. “Thank you so much.”

She kissed him on the cheek and walked into the bedroom. Three-hundred dollars didn’t buy much lingerie at the Bluebelles Boutique on Melrose Boulevard. Lying on the bedspread were sets of bras, panties, and a delicate satin gown.

Doug stammered. “I’m frustrated on one hand. But turned on, too.” He pulled close to Julie, his wife of over two decades. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

“You didn’t ask permission.” She grabbed one pair of panties, practically ignoring Doug, and slipped them up her legs.

“May I please kiss you?” he asked.

She showed him her cheek. “Here.”

He kissed her and then wondered. “Now, your mouth?”

She smiled, patted his face playfully. “Not tonight, sweetheart. Master’s going to fuck me hard while you watch. Maybe he’ll give you permission afterwards.” As Julie dressed in the bra and silk robe, she gave Doug clear instructions. “You have the dog collar, correct?”

“Yes.”

“You wear that and nothing else when Master arrives, understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Doug closed his eyes and ran a hand over his hair as he was contemplating this arrangement. “Naked, except for the dog collar.” He sat on the edge of the bed as Julie finished fitting her lingerie. “You’re really into him, aren’t you?”

Julie turned while looking into the full-length mirror, eyeing her ass and the shape of the fabric flowing over her breasts. “But I also love you. Hard to believe, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is.” Doug slid a hand on his lap, reaching for his cock and massaging gently.

Julie saw it and playfully removed his hand. “Naughty boy, but you can touch me, though.” She guided Doug’s hand between her legs. “Doesn’t the fabric feel so smooth and soft?”

Doug’s breathing increased while Julie had him lean back on the bed. As he did so, she unfastened his jeans and removed his underwear so his cock was showing. His entire body was trembling.

“I love you for letting me pursue this path,” she cooed, gently touching her tongue to his cock to show him a sensation of what could be, but not come to fruition. He groaned. “I love you for letting me dominate you while submitting my body, mind, and soul to Master.”

“Why do you even bother with me, then?” wondered Doug.

“Because I desire both dynamics. It makes me feel whole and complete.” Julie wanted to tell Doug what her ultimate plan was, but she’d wait until Master arrived and they’d explain it together. “Now, undress for me, sweetheart, and put on your dog collar.”

Doug sat up, removed his jeans, shirt, underwear and fastened the collar around his neck. That’s when there was a knock on the door.

“Let’s answer it,” Julie smiled.

The evening started smoothly with Doug sitting naked, wearing his collar and a pair of Julie’s panties draped across his cock while he sat with his wrists and ankles tied to the arms and legs of the upholstered chair. She had also taken another step to gag him with a pair of her bikini bottoms, ones that Master liked for her to wear at the pool.

She sat on the sofa with her legs curled beneath her while she and Master sipped wine. He kissed her cheek and nibbled her ear while setting his wine on the nearby coffee table, pulling her close and working his mouth over hers.

Master reached a hand beneath the robe, tickled her slightly and felt her breasts and nipples. “You’re a treasure for me.”

She cooed. “Thank you.”

Next to Master’s glass of wine sat two small boxes that he’d brought in. Julie glanced at them while Master parted her robe and ran his teeth and tongue along her breasts.

“Shall I open those?” she asked, gasping as he bit down on one nipple. She stifled her gasp.

“Please do. Open this one first.” It was a white box with pink ribbon, the smaller of the two.

Julie smiled, undid the ribbon and took off the lid. She paused, caught her breath and smiled. It was a brand new chastity cage. “For him?” she glanced across the room at poor, hapless Doug.

“Yes.” Master pointed out a function that this one had over the previous one. “This has a remote. So if we happen to be out, and whether he’s with us or not, you can order him to put it on and lock him from a distance.”

A throbbing, pulsating began between Julie’s legs and slowly grew more intense. “My cuckold. Truly a cuck.”

“It’ll be more comfortable for him,” explained Master, “given the material. He could be locked safely and securely for weeks or even months at a time.”

“Oh, how wonderful.” Julie loved the idea of controlling her husband so deeply. Instinctively, she spread her legs, wanting Master to dive in and either rip off her panties and eat her out or fuck her.

“Now, open the second box,” he said.

Julie regained composure and took the second box that was slightly larger than the first and wrapped in a teal ribbon. When she opened it, she was taken aback, but in a good way. Excitement coursed through her and her nipples began to ache. “I don’t know what to say.”

Inside was a thin collar with a pendant attached to it. Etched on it was one simple word, but that in this context floored Julie. It was what she had fantasized about for so many nights:

Owned.

“If you accept it, then you’re owned.” Master smiled and ran a hand through Julie’s hair.

They had discussed the dynamic on occasion through phone calls, over coffee, and in emails. Julie wanted desperately to be owned , but she also feared losing too much control.

“I would be yours?” she wondered. “Totally and completely?”

“Yes.”

Julie sat up as though she needed space to think, and fully consider being owned by Master. The physical was the easiest part. Their past playtimes when he grabbed her hair, spanked her ass, and fucked her while Doug watched were exhilarating. But being owned was completely different.

“Of course, we’ll discuss more of what it means,” said Master. “I’m a reasonable man, but I’ve also grown deeply fond of you. Your sexuality has blossomed so much. Stand for me.”

Julie obeyed.

“Turn your back to me.”

She did and Master ran his hands over her ass, the width of her hips, gripping her bottom and kissing her gently and then, as he did, raised both hands and brought them down with a slap.

“That feels so good,” she murmured.

Master held her hand and had her sit on his knee. “It’s one thing to touch you here, on your bottom, or to fuck your pussy, but it’s another to be deep inside your thoughts and your psyche. Take off your robe and bra.”

She did and he met her tits with his mouth and teeth, kissing and nibbling while biting gently and then hard enough to elicit gasps.

The first waves of an orgasm were already forming deep within and Julie fought to suppress the arousal. She wanted to think but her mind was slowly going blank, while Master played her body in a way that Doug was never able to, nor her first boyfriends. He stroked her torso, touched between her legs and ran a finger along her vaginal lips, then caressed her inner thighs.

“I want my access to your body, but totally to your mind,” stated Master.

“Yes, oh fuck, yes,” moaned Julie while she balanced on Master’s knee. She had a duty and a first step.

She stood wearing only panties, took the chastity cage and walked to Doug. Her hips and breasts swayed. The poor thing sat like a helpless puppy, a tiny animal, and she wondered if she would ever want to fuck him again.

Julie leaned, licked Doug’s ear slowly and ran a hand along his body as she loved to do. He groaned through the gag. Life was about to change forever. “This is for you, sweetheart.” She held the cock cage. “This means so much to me because you’re allowing me to focus on Master’s happiness and mine. I know we have much to discuss.”

A tear welled in his eye as he nodded. His breathing quickened.

“This isn’t a game, is it?”

He shook his head. Definitely not.

Julie kneeled and touched the tip of her tongue to Doug’s cock. She could see his ache and desire. “I love you in one way, sweetheart, and I love Master in another way. You understand?”

Doug nodded while Julie gripped his cock, holding it firm and then stroked slowly. Doug groaned, closed his eyes, and yielded to Julie’s touch as she massaged his cock faster and faster. The sensation and the emotions were overwhelming and an orgasm erupted with cum spilling from Doug’s cock over Julie’s hand. She removed the bikini from his mouth, dropped them on the floor, raised her hand and had him slowly lick his own cum.

“Good boy, you like that don’t you?” she asked with plenty of teasing in her voice and demeanor.

He nodded and whimpered, “Yes.”

She stroked again to soften his cock. “Only Master or I will decide when you’re free.” She took the cage and slowly attached it around his cock and then fingered his balls. Doug’s cock stiffened again, but only slightly in its constriction. “I want you to burn for me, darling. I want your love for me to be red hot fire, even as I give myself to Master.”

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart,” Doug stammered. “I love you.”

“I know you do. And, as I said, I love you, too.”

Master stood, set the sofa cushions on the floor and directed Julie to her hands and knees while facing Doug. She noticed he had a pair of small scissors in his hand. “Now that I own your wife,” he told Doug, “I will use her in so many delightful ways. Like these panties. Let’s make them crotchless.”

Oh my God, thought Julie. But she quietly said, “Yes, Master.”

He had her raise her ass in the air and held her bottom carefully. He laid the point of the scissors and pierced the fabric while he cut an opening from her ass to her pussy.

“I know how expensive these are,” he said to Julie and Doug while he laid the scissors aside and undressed. “But they’re nothing in comparison to Julie’s body.” He reached for a small tube of lubricant and lubed his cock. “Now, darling, I’m so glad you have decided.” He entered Julie with his cock throbbing and Doug watching.

“She feels so good,” Master said to Doug who squirmed in vain.

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure,” he gasped. “Oh, fuck.”

Master thrust hard, back and forth, making Julie grunt and sway. Her tits were moving and her hair swishing while she gasped, taking him in and feeling the heat build and burn.

“Oh, fuck, yes. Please,” she cried out. “I want this so badly.” To be owned, taken and made to serve while she controlled her own man. The feeling was so amazing and so tantalizing that her orgasm threatened and wanted to explode through her into the cosmos.

Master slowed his thrusts and then pulled out so he could turn Julie onto her back. He reversed himself and straddled her face. “Suck.”

She opened her mouth and took his cock while he lowered his head between her legs. Her tits cushioned his taut abs. He licked and moved his hips. His tongue worked magic and ignited her to the point that her orgasm rushed and broke through while he came and came hard, cum spilling from her mouth and around her lips.

Master pulled out and continued coming, spilling over her breasts while he licked and kept her shaking and gyrating.

“Oh, yes, fuck,” was all that Doug could say. “Oh, yes. I love you sweetheart.”

Master took his time with his face between Julie’s legs and then moved up alongside her.

“Thank you,” she said while holding the man who now held her sexual destiny.

“You’re welcome,” he said. “And just think. This is only the beginning.”

“I love it.” She smiled and pursed her lips, laden with cum, to kiss the man who owned her deepest affections.