The hot water beat down on Freya's alabaster skin; it hugged and glided across her goddess-like body. The water's heat had begun to give her skin a pinkish hue as she stood under the showerhead. The events of the day flooded her mind.

She would have never believed it if someone told her six months ago that her husband would be licking another man's cum from her pussy. But in that moment, the thought made her clit throb. She moaned as she gently rubbed her hands across her smooth, silky skin.

She thought, "Damn, I did not get my master's approval to give myself sexual pleasure.”

Her hands caressed her skin, which triggered a familiar feeling. She was filled with need and desire, the same feelings her master elicited from her earlier today. She stepped out of the shower, grabbed her phone, and snapped a picture of herself. She sent a text to her master with the picture attached.

Joe was at home enjoying a scotch on the rocks as he rocked back and forth in his favorite wood rocking chair on the screened-in back porch. He was also reliving the events of the day and was pondering if his pet had completed her task. His phone chimed and lit up with the name "Pet" across the screen. He opened the message and grinned contentedly as he read it.

It said, “Master, I made him slurp every ounce of our combined juices from my pussy. From the picture, can you tell I am in desperate need of sexual release? May I please have release, and if so, how do you want me to get the sexual release?”

He admired the picture it showed, her D-cup breasts with her hard, eraser-sized nipples. The water droplets were clinging to her nipples. He scrolled down, and her legs were spread wide open, and her bald pussy was on full display. He could see the need etched on her face as she bit on her lower lip. He grinned and rubbed his hand across his cock. He started tapping away on his phone. He grinned as he read over his message before he hit send.

She waited impatiently as the steam from the shower filled the bathroom. She continued to run her fingers across her breast and circle her nipples. Her phone vibrated on the bathroom counter, startling her, and she was dragged back into the present. She opened the message, but it was not a smile that crept across her face but instead a quizzical look with a raised eyebrow.

The message said, “You have been a loyal and obedient pet. You have rebuked all your husband’s attempts to fuck you. Plus, you got him to lick you clean once I finished destroying your cunt earlier. I will grant you sexual release, but for this release, you must convince your husband to let you record as you ride him to orgasm.”

She said, “I wish it would be you fucking me, but thank you for granting me release.”

He texted, “He must hold the camera so I can enjoy watching you riding his cock.”

His phone chimed with an emoji of a kiss and a thumbs-up. He grinned and stood up from his rocking chair because he also had matters to attend to tonight, and her name was Michelle.

Freya laid her phone down, opened the door, and called for her husband to come to the bathroom. She stepped back into the shower as the water's heat warmed her cooling skin. He poked his head in the door of the bathroom.

He said, “You need something?”

She opened the shower door, giving him an unobstructed view of her perfect body, which she had denied him since being collared.

She said, “Get in here with me.”

He wasted no time stripping off his clothes and almost jumping into the shower. She watched him, silently comparing him to her master. He was shorter and less defined despite being in the military and had less facial hair than her master. Not to mention his cock was smaller and nowhere near as thick. But if this was how her master wanted to grant her release, she would be thankful and try to enjoy the vanilla sex her husband had always offered. The water cascaded between the two of them as she grabbed his cock and started to stroke it. She didn’t know why; now it just wasn’t enough for her anymore. Then she realized it was not the cock but his sissy demeanor that had stirred these emotions. She needed something he was incapable of providing: dominance.

As always, she took charge and guided him through everything. As she stroked his cock, her thoughts were flooded with how her master’s cock and demeanor filled every hole and empty feeling in her.

She continued to stroke his cock until it was swollen and throbbing in her hand. His sissy little moans and coos made her want to get something special for her master.

She said, “Soon we are going to get out, and I am going to fuck you stupid. But you must record me riding you and tell me how much you loved licking my salty juices from pussy earlier.”

In his state, with her soft hand wrapped around his cock, all he could do was nod in compliance.

She said, “Good boy.”

She led him out of the shower by his cock to the king-size bed. She ordered him to lie down and get his phone. He rolled over to grab his phone from the bedside table as she stood on the bed, hovering over him in all her glorious wonder.

She said, “Start filming, but no matter what I say, you must not say anything until I ask you how my pussy tasted earlier. Do you understand?”

He nodded enthusiastically in compliance as he started filming. She swayed her hips back and forth above him.

She said, “Do you like the view, Master?"

She lowered herself down to align her husband’s hard cock with her dripping wet cunt. The instant his cock head brushed against her soft, puffy pussy lips, he shuddered, and she knew he wouldn’t last long. She continued to slide his cock into her wet pussy with no resistance since her master had stretched out her tight little cunt earlier. As she finally came to rest on top of him, his cock was buried as deep as his cock would go.

She said, “Does that feel good, Master? Can you see how wet you make me?”

She started to grind slowly as she tilted her head back and pushed out her beautiful tits and extremely hard nipples. She rocked back and forth, rubbing her clit against his body. His cock throbbed inside her, and she knew this wouldn’t last much longer.

She rocked faster and faster and said, “Tell me how my pussy tasted earlier.”

Between moans and gasps, he said, “Your pussy has never tasted better. It tastes like vanilla and musk. But it was salty like you had been working out all day.”

His description caused her to feel an ache deep inside as she pictured her master emptying his seed deep in her hot, wet pussy.

She said, “Keep going; tell me more.”

He continued to describe how her thick white cum felt like heaven and exploded his taste buds as it leaked into his mouth. By this time, she was bouncing up and down on his cock as it slid in and out of her pulsating cunt. He moaned as she slammed back down hard on him. The sounds of their flesh colliding echoed through the room. He screamed as he exploded into her wet, dripping pussy. Imagining it was her master, she began to shake as she had an orgasm.

Between moans, she said, “Do you love it when I cum on your cock, master?”

Now struggling to hold the camera steady, he released the last bit of his cum into his wife’s cunt. He dropped the phone from pure exhaustion from her fucking him so hard. She slid off him and grabbed his phone as she walked back to the bathroom. Once inside, she sent the video to her phone and deleted it from his, then set it on the counter. She picked up her phone, which she had left on the counter. She opened the video and began watching it.

A smile crept across her face because this was the first time in as long as she could remember that her husband had made her orgasm, all thanks to her master. She sent the video to her master, pleased with herself as she walked back to the bedroom and climbed into bed. Her husband was already fast asleep and snoring. She lay there exhausted as her pussy throbbed from all the abuse it had taken early at the hands of her master. She yawned and could not wait to hear what her master thought of it.

Joe’s phone chimed as he sat across from his friend Michelle.

She said, “What are you grinning for?”

He said, “Just got good news about a project I have been working on.”

Under the table, his cock throbbed and strained against his pants because he knew what was in that message. He looked over Michelle, thinking she would work nicely.