“It’s simple. The first thing is to establish the dynamic. Watch,” Greg said.

“Strip, boy,” he barked at Peter.

Peter hesitated for a moment.

“You have exactly 60 seconds to be standing at attention, naked, with your hands on your head, ready for inspection. Any delay will come with consequences,” Greg warned.

Peter yanked his T-shirt over his head and fumbled with his belt, rushing to undress.

“When he’s naked and we’re fully clothed, we hold the power—he holds none,” Greg said with a satisfied smile, glancing at Felicity. “The balance of power is set.”

Felicity smiled as she watched her husband tear at his clothes, now hopping on one leg to pull off his underpants. She’d seen him naked countless times before, but this felt different.

Soon, Peter stood naked, at attention, his hands resting on his head. Felicity noticed that he was half-hard. Clearly, stripping under the gaze of authority had stirred something in him.

“Now we inspect,” Greg said, rising to his feet. He extended his hand to Felicity, helping her up.
“How do you like your cock?” he asked, gesturing toward Peter as he and Felicity stepped closer.
“What do you mean?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Do you like it soft, hard, or are you happy with it as it is—semi-hard?”
“It depends on what I’m going to do with it,” Felicity replied with a laugh.

“I like it hard,” Greg said. “It shows respect for authority. Fondle his cock and order the boy to get hard.”

Felicity reached out, her elegant right hand brushing against Peter’s cock. She could feel him swelling against her palm. “Get your cock hard, boy,” she said, unsmiling, fixing Peter with a serious gaze.

A thrill shot through her body as the words left her lips, almost like an electric charge running from her mouth—where the words had come—from her head to her cunt. When it hit, the sensation was exquisite.
“Oh, so this is what all the fuss is about,” she thought, squeezing her thighs together. “Fuck, I could almost cum standing here.”

“Just a finger will do now, I would think,” Greg instructed.

She released Peter’s almost-hard cock, letting her index finger trail lightly up and down its length. She laughed as Peter’s cock began jerking in the air, as if seeking more contact with its mistress’s touch—desperate for her hand.

“He’s just a little bit excited,” Felicity said, proud of her progress. Once again, the hot, tingling surge traveled from her fingertip, in contact with Peter’s dancing cock, straight to her now hot, wet cunt. “Oh my,” she thought, “how fucking hot is this?”

“That’s enough,” Greg interjected. “We don’t want to get him too excited. You need to understand—when a boy wants to cum, he’ll do anything you say. But once he’s cum? He’s just a lazy slut. Isn’t that right, boy?”

“Yes, Sir,” Peter answered obediently.

“Yes, Sir. And what do you become after emptying your balls?”

“A lazy slut, Sir.”

Greg smirked. “Oh, he’s a good submissive. He’s a trier. You should do very well with him,” he said, pulling Felicity into his arms and kissing her.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked softly.

“Very much,” Felicity breathed into his ear.

“Good. Now, I’m going to run a cuckold domination session. As I roll, I need to keep the momentum going, or we’ll lose the flow.”

“I understand,” Felicity replied.

“Listen and take it in as we go. If you think of something you’d like to do or say, you can either interject and order the boy to do it, or you can ask me to handle it for you. Either works fine for me.”

“And for me too,” Felicity added with a grin.

Greg smiled, kissing Felicity lightly on the nose, then turned his attention to Peter. Peter’s cock had softened slightly. Greg ran his hands over Peter’s chest, down across his stomach, over his stiffening cock, and cupped his balls with an ever-so-gentle squeeze.

“This is where I tell you how it is,” Greg said, his voice firm but calm. “Not exactly what’s going to happen, but where we stand in this session. If you have any concerns, now is the time to voice them. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” Greg took Felicity’s hand and raised it to his lips, kissing it tenderly. “Your wife is delightful, very sexy. Tonight, you are an object—a thing. For lack of a better word, you’re our sex toy. You will serve, suffer, and amuse without hesitation. If you do a good job, I promise to beg Felicity to supervise your masturbation when we’re fully satisfied and no longer require your service. Tonight, you’ll sleep on the floor next to your bed while Felicity and I will be in it. You’ll be at our beck and call if we require something licked, sucked, or refreshments brought from the kitchen. Are you following me so far?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then I think we need to hear you explain your role in your own words, wouldn’t you say, Fel?”

“Oh, I agree,” Felicity said enthusiastically. “Peter, darling, if you make it really hot and sexy, I might even brush your knob with my fingertips when I’m supervising your playtime. That is, of course, if I decide you’ve earned playtime in the first place. Be explicit, Peter—I want details.”

“Okay—”

“No! Not okay! Yes, Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Peter said quickly.

Greg thought to himself, “Very good. She’s getting into it nicely, and she’s loving it—I can smell her arousal from here.”

Releasing Felicity’s hand, Greg slid his hand up her skirt and squeezed her pussy through her damp panties. Felicity moaned softly.

“Oh my, the Mistress is hot tonight,” Greg said, withdrawing his hand. He stepped toward Peter, holding his palm—damp with Felicity’s fresh pussy juice—in front of Peter’s mouth.

“Lick. Taste her,” Greg commanded.

Peter licked Greg’s hand eagerly, like a desperate puppy.

“You like that, boy?” Greg asked with a sly smile.

“Yes, Sir,” Peter replied, his voice trembling with excitement.

“You should be proud of yourself, boy—you helped create that.”