****************GAGE•••••••••••••••

We sent the video of us fucking to Zoey’s husband; I wanted him to see it to emphasize my control over his wife. For Zoey's reason, you’d have to ask her, but this is what she sent him.

It’s done, Layne; I’ve just cucked you. You’re not just my husband now; you’re my cuck husband. It was an amazing experience; you wouldn’t believe how different it is, fucking my lover. I expect your boss will teach me a lot of fun things to do.

I’ll call you in the morning and let you know what we decide about when I’ll be home.

The last little note that she would give him more info in the morning was an inspired touch.

When Zoey pushed the send button, she asked, “How long can I stay?”

“We’ll decide that in the morning, but first, you’re going to be fucked hard. When you talk to Layne, you might share it with him. Let’s go to my bedroom and do it there."

I helped her up, and she could barely walk. I led her to my bedroom, where I lifted her onto the bed and caressed her tits, lightly touching her nipples. She made that awful sound of a woman being pleased sexually. By that, I meant that awe inspiring sound. When I started ramping up the intensity, her moans turned into whimpers. I was looking for the point where pleasure turns into pain. 

My hands became rougher, my kisses more intense, and her whimpers became louder. I could still hear her using my name, “Gage, Gage, god yes. Yes!" She was moving under me when I slipped my cock in her again, and she froze for a moment before writhing uncontrollably. And then she collapsed.

When she recovered, I started over, starting gently and with increasing intensity. I got further this time, definitely marking her tits. I put my cock in her again, and this time I fucked her until I came.

Eventually, I was able to say, “That’s twice you’ve cucked him now.”

She sighed softly, “Gage, it felt as wonderful the second time. I want to worship your cock; it makes me feel so…marvelous, so decadent. But I think I’ll do it later.”

****************ZOEY•••••••••••••••

I’ve cuckolded Layne twice, but I need to think about my reaction to Gage’s attempt to hurt me, my boobs. I can see the bruises and the hickies. It was like he was trying to make me say stop, but I just wanted more. I’ve never reacted to pain like that before. 

Hmm, no one has combined pain and sexual pleasure for me before. Neither Layne nor Ken ever did, so this is the first time.

I'm lying there in his bed, enjoying it, all the sensations, as I calm down. How far could he have gotten before I made him stop? Would it have been gradual, so I wouldn’t have noticed? Or is there a spot where it would suddenly hurt? I glanced down and felt it, enjoying the pain. I sighed and moved closer to Gage.

We both fell asleep with Gage holding onto my breasts.

At 3:00 a.m. that morning, his hands were moving down to my clit, teasing me, increasing the pressure. I wiggled my ass against his erection, which caused him to move his hand into my cunt. It was wonderful, savoring the sensation of having a cunt, a nasty cunt, when he inserted two fingers in it.

I turned in his arms so I could attack his mouth and stroke his cock. Suddenly, I was over him, and his cock was touching my entrance. “Yes, Gage, yes. Screw me again.”

I was bouncing on him, feeling his cock moving inside me. It got harder; I was riding him harder when I felt his cock pulse, and I felt another gush of cum, and he stiffened with one giant thrust, and he held it there. 

He whispered, “Go back to sleep, Pet; I’ve got some ideas for the morning. You’re going to need some sleep, at least.”

“If it’s as delightful as what we’ve already done, I can’t wait.” I paused. “My lover.”

I let the word "lover" simmer in my mind. Lover, not love. Lover, not sweetheart. Lover, sex partner. 

Gage’s my lover, not my love

I’ve got to remember the difference. Layne’s my love. What we have is more important than what Gage and I have. I’m going to enjoy it while I have it, but Layne’s my love. Remember that, Zoey. 

I fell asleep saying the word ‘lover’ in my mind. When I woke, I reached for my lover, Gage. He brought me back to the place he started.

“Gage, I want…” I hesitated, “God, Gage, I want you to continue what you were doing to my tits. You were looking for the place I broke, weren’t you?”

“Kind of, Zoey, I’ve had lots of women here. They’re usually an employee’s wife or an employee. I have a toy room I’d like to invite you to. I can be a lot more intense in the toy room. Of the women I invite to stay over, I welcome some to play in my toy room if I think they’ll enjoy it. Do you want to play there before we call Layne?”

I replied instantly, “Yes, Gage, I want to see how far I can go. My tits still hurt, but it feels exquisite. I want more.”

He led me back into the first room we’d entered, the one with the huge wooden X, the leather-covered bench things, and the cabinets. “Some people would call this my dungeon, but I call it my toy room.”

He opened some cabinets, and there he picked out a flogger, which was what he called a whip-like thing with lots of leather on it. And a couple of other things. One looked like a fly swatter, which he called a riding crop.

He sat me on a long, low bench and laid me on my back with my cunt exposed to him. He had a thin rope and tied my ankles and wrists to the bench.

“I’ll get you to your limit this way, Zoey. Then you can tell Layne what they are. We’ll all be interested in knowing how far you’ll let me hurt you. Won’t we?” He said with a smile. "You and me especially.”

This is going differently than I expected when I sent Layne home, but now I want it and he wants it, so yes!

“Let’s start with some fun. I saw how much you enjoyed making that video of us cuckolding him. Now I want to show him what you’re like when I’m controlling you, hurting you. 

“The women I reward by bringing them here, playing with them here, they always surprise themselves. This is a special treat to be here.” 

He tested the ropes and then kissed me. “We, um, you, mostly you, are being videoed here.” He bent over my tits, and I felt a sense of apprehension as his mouth approached my right tit. “Yes, I’m going to bite you. Your tit. It might hurt a bit, but not a lot.” Then he bit my tit. And I squealed. 

That hurt; it’s the surprise, not the pain. I want him to be proud of me, Layne, not Gage. I want Layne to see me. Watch me. This is so different.

“You’re going to…” I stopped for a second. “You’re going to hurt me?”

“Yes, I could tell from the beginning you’d enjoy my toy room.” He grinned at me before saying, “You’ve passed all my tests so far. Just use the stoplight colors: red, yellow, and green. Red means stop now. Yellow, you’re getting uncomfortable.”

He’d triggered something, and I wasn’t sure where it was going to lead, but I wanted to explore more pain, more domination, so I nodded eagerly and said, “Red means stop, yellow means you're getting close to stop, and green means everything is okay. Right?” I hesitated before saying, “Gage, I’m ready.” I paused before whispering, “I think.”

 ********GAGE*******

She says she’s ready, but they never really are. I think Zoey’s going to surprise herself by how much she wants. How much she’ll do.

I got out a riding crop and a flogger to start. I used the crop on her cunt to start, gently. She was soon moaning at each stroke, and then I switched to the flogger on her tits. This made her try to sit up with a small cry of pain, which she quickly contained. 

They transformed into moans and then into soft cries of “Gage, Gage” and “My pussy too, don’t forget my pussy, um, Gage, my cunt.”

She's got a cunt now. A cunt I've used to cuck her husband. She realizes she's got a cunt, I revel in fucking cunts, wives that adore having a cunt, not their pussy, or vagina.

I intensified it and then backed down, and she protested, “More, Gage; don’t quit, please.”

“You want more?” 

“God, yes. Please.”

Then she hesitated and said, “I have to call Layne. If I don’t call him, I don’t know what he’ll do.”

I laughed to myself, seeing her naked, tied to my spanking bench, with her cunt and tits marked and red. No way am I releasing her now.

“We’ll use my phone. I’ll dial and put him on speaker.”

When he answered, he said, “Hello” with a questioning note in his voice.

Zoey answered with a quiver in her voice. “Layne, it's me, Zoey. Um, I said I’d call you this morning.”

Layne quickly answered, “I’ve been waiting. Um, do you want me to pick you up now?”

I took the flogger to her tits before she could answer, and she responded with a moan, God, Gage, that’s so…” and her voice trailed off.

Layne responded, “Are you all right, Zoey? Is everything all right?

I let the tails from the flogger drift over her tits and her cunt, and she tried to lift off the bench to get more sensation.

“Zoey, Zoey?”

“I’m fine, better than fine. Stay home. Stay home. Please. God, stay home.”

She collected herself with an effort. “Gage is, uh, teaching me something. That’s right, he’s teaching me some things I want…I want to learn. Gage says he’s sending me home this evening to you. Um, after one more lesson.”

I bent over and licked her clit, just to see what she’d do. When I sucked her clit, she screamed.

i interjected “Layne, she’s, um, kind of busy, so I’ll hang up now.” 

I looked at Zoey and said, “I hung up, Zoey. That scream should tell him what we’re doing. Now, shall we start again?” I offered her my cock to suck, which she eagerly accepted.

How far is she? She’s even more eager than Joy was, and before we finished, Joy was doing everything I asked her to. By the time I’ve finished with Zoey, she’ll be submitting not only to my cock and not only to my whip, but giving me control over whose cock she allows in her cunt. 

That evening, while Zoey was resting between bouts of my discipline, I put together a composite video of what we’d done. We both got dressed, and I told her to go on home to Layne.

“Show Layne what you’ve learned about yourself when you get home. Friday, have Layne bring you back here. To my front door, and have him give you to me again.”

I kissed her and said, “I won’t ask you for anything you haven’t given Layne already. Tell him you’ll return to him sometime on Sunday.”