Breaking us Both: Bi Dominant Training Submissive Hotwife & Cuckold Husband with Public Humiliation

by Tinto Selvaggio

  “I’ll give it ur bitch hard. Send pic”

  I sigh and sign out of my messenger account. I’ve got an afternoon of setting up an online advertising campaign for a client to look forward to so I’ll try one more thing.

  Maybe the best place to find some sensible dominant guy (if such a thing exists), might be on one of those BDSM sites I saw yesterday.

  Ten minutes later I’m on one of the sites that are free to join and only require an anonymous email address to do so. It has a section especially for ‘newbies’.

  I don’t have a lot of time now, so I sign up and take a quick look into the ‘newbies’ section. It’s couples mainly, introducing themselves or looking for guidance about getting more into the S&M scene.

  In another ten minutes I’m putting the finishing touches to a short post of my own.

  ‘Married couple 20’s, she very attractive curvy blonde with latent sub desires. He not naturally dom. Looking to discuss with experienced male or couple.’

  I’m tempted to directly mention my own submissive inclinations; but decide not to at this point. I add my anonymous email address and include a rough indication of where in the country we are, just in case that motivates someone to reply.

  Later that afternoon my phone pings a number of times to alert me to emails arriving in my Hotmail account. Each time I stop working on my client project and glance at the subject headings and first few sentences.

  Maybe I shouldn’t have used the word ‘experienced’ in my ad. These people all seem to be hardened leather or rubber devotees wanting to party. Too extreme. This is probably all a waste of time as well.

  I’m so absorbed rewriting some copy for the client campaign that I’ve forgotten the personal ad by the time my phone pings again around 4pm. I stretch my shoulders and click into the reply.

  The subject line is a little less intense than others so far. It merely mentions the site name and “Your post.” I scroll down the body of the email.

  ‘Good afternoon,

  I read your post with interest. I am a Mature, sophisticated alpha male in my 40’s. I have significant experience with the development of compliant females – and indeed couples. It appears I’m located not too far from you and I would be pleased to discuss your situation with you.

  If interested perhaps you would reply to this email with some more details about you both, including exactly what you might be looking for.

  At that point I can decide whether I feel I might be able to help.

  Kind Regards,

  Richmond.’

  There’s no talk right off the bat about ball gags or whippings. He seems like he might be relatively normal, someone who might actually listen. In fact, something about the tone of this reply has made my groin stir.

  ‘Mature’ and ‘experienced’ suggests he might be able to give me some of the perspective I think I need on all this. The fact that he may be located close to us means I need to take care with what I tell him. I might actually know the guy!

  Maybe I should keep him waiting, play it a bit cool; but I can’t. I reply right away.

  ‘Hi there,

  Thanks for your response.

  As mentioned, my wife and I both are both in our mid twenties. She is pretty with long blonde hair and green eyes. She’s 5’4” a size 12-14 (depending on the type of dress) and 36” bust.’ I become aware my cock has stiffened as I’ve chosen the words to describe Lily and our situation to this stranger.

  ‘My wife recently admitted to fantasising about forceful older men who demean her and who only want to use her. The trouble is that kind of approach doesn’t come easily or naturally to me. I was hoping to talk to someone with experience in this kind of thing who might be able to give me some advice. I’m not really sure where or how to start.

  You mentioned you are in a similar area to us, would you mind being more precise – I wouldn’t want to be talking to someone I already knew!

  Sincerely,

  V’

  Even as I hit ‘send’ I’m still wondering exactly what I want and expect from the guy.

  I’m winding up for the day before going down to start on the evening meal when my phone pings again.

  The heading of the email is “Your wife”. Incredibly, just the sight of that phrase on an email from someone else has tightened my stomach.

  “Good Evening V,

  Thank you for your reply. You seem as if you could be precisely the kind of couple I was hoping to meet and assist.

  To give you a little more information on me and hopefully enable you to feel I can be trusted (and that we don’t already know each other!); I would confirm as follows.

  I’m 46 years old, a company director with my own business and married with a grown up family. My wife is quite straight-laced (‘vanilla’ to use the jargon) and she knows nothing of my parallel interests. Namely S&M and busty younger women.

  These parallel interests have given me a great deal of experience in introducing novices into the delights of BDSM. I’m not into the ‘scene’, in terms of dressing up and such like. My interests lie more with control, subjugation and humiliation.

  If this seems to you a reasonable basis for discussion it might be good at this stage for you and I to talk to one another. If you would like to call me my details are below. You can reach me anytime between normal business hours. Alternatively I would be happy to ring you for a discussion if you would prefer to supply me with a number.’

  He includes his cell and goes as far as to name the towns he both works and lives in. Whilst fairly close, they’re both far enough away not to concern me.

  I read and re-read his email several times, my stomach knotted and groin pulsating. There’s something so wrong and yet so incredibly arousing about even merely discussing my wife and our situation with this other male. Someone who freely admits he’s into ‘control, subjugation and humiliation’. And ‘busty younger women’.

  Do I dare to call his number and actually to talk to this guy? If all I did was let him give me some advice - what’s the worst thing that could happen?

  Chapter Six

  Earlier this morning I was convinced I’d call that Richmond character the minute Lily left for the office. Now she’s gone and I’m alone at last – I can’t do it. What would I say to him? What will he think of me? What the hell do I think I’m doing? Never mind what Lily might say if she knew.

  Over and again I read the guy’s emails to me and his phone number. I try mentally running through the reasons this might be a good idea.

  Surely with his experience he ought to be able to give me advice about making Lily more comfortable with her fantasies. I mean, she wouldn’t even talk about them at all last time I mentioned them. Maybe he could give me some ideas for treating her the way she wants in the bedroom. Things I might not have thought of and that wouldn’t make a sub guy like me feel foolish trying to do. If he could do those things alone then who knows where it might lead for me and her?

  Then of course there’s my own selfish reason for wanting to progress this dialogue. A reason I still don’t fully understand. I know I’d get a weird submissive kick talking to him about Lily.

  At 11.35, in front of my desk PC I tap his digits into my phone. I don’t let it ring. When I try again a few minutes later I hang up before anyone answers.

  “Richmond.” Is all the deep, authoritative voice says when I finally do call. I almost hang up immediately he speaks. I’m frozen in silence for so long that I expect him to end the call even if I don’t.

  Neither of us hangs up.

  “Hello? This is Richmond.” The accent sounds educated, from the better part of the capitol.

  “Oh, hello Richmond?” I stammer, “Yes, we swapped emails yesterday. You replied to a message I posted.”

  “Ah yes, ‘V’ isn’t it? Hello.”

  “Is it convenient to talk at the moment?” I ask, cringing with embarrassment at having called myself ‘V’.

  My heart hammers in my chest. I coul
d still hang up, even now.

  “Good to hear from you ‘V’. It is convenient to talk at the moment, yes.”

  “Right, yes,” I mumble, unable to articulate what I was going to say to this stranger.

  “Please don’t feel at all awkward about this V, there’s really no need. Shall I tell you a little more about myself first?”

  “Yes please, if you don’t mind, that would be good.” I take deep breathes to try and steady my nerves.

  “In essence V, I’m a happily married family man, a successful professional male, who from time to time, likes to enjoy a form of what I term ‘a diversion’. My wife is a similarly successful professional individual who has no interest in S&M nor does she know anything of my external diversions. Hence I demand and return complete discretion from any involvement.” He talks confidently, as if describing a market-leading product.

  “That’s good to know.” I mumble, my voice sounding thinner than I’d like.

  “As I alluded to on my last email V, my particular area of expertise and enjoyment revolves around helping young ladies to explore their interest in compliance and submission. I’m not at all interested in experienced swingers or the clichéd conventions of the typical BDSM scene. All its regalia and rituals. What is of more interest to me is where I can bring out the inner submissive potential of an attractive younger woman.”

  I listen, unsure how to respond but with a chilling combination of fear and excitement seeping into my gut.

  “Would you like to tell me a little more about your own situation and what you might be looking for V?” his voice is calm, totally at odds with my insides.

  Once I manage to get started, the words spill from me.

  I tell him how long we’ve been together and married, an approximation of what we do for livings, even when and how my wife and I met. With a strange concoction of embarrassment and arousal I admit to this other male that my wife seems incapable of orgasms with me through penetration. And as he questions me further about both my size and stamina, I tell him in detail of her fantasies about being treated with a firm hand by older men.

  “And the solution you seek V?”

  “Well, I was hoping someone like you might be able to help.” My tongue sticks inside my mouth as I speak.

  “Well if you’re looking for someone who could potentially help her sexuality blossom, especially her latent submissive side – then I may very well be able to assist. It would really depend on the nature of involvement you had in mind for me..”

  He pauses, as if expecting me to answer. I’m not sure what to say. Given the crazed feelings that have swirled inside me since I found Lily was using that dildo, I might have expected to be rock-hard discussing how to satisfy my wife with another man. Instead, although my insides are churning with a strange excitement, my cock has shrivelled between my legs.

  “I have to warn you V that whatever the level of involvement you’re looking for from someone like me, I am rather particular shall we say, in the kind of women who interest me. I suspect that’s why there tends to be longer than I’d ideally like in between each of these projects that I get involved with.”

  “I understand,” Now I’m worrying he might not even want help us after all.

  “Tell me a little about your wife’s appearance V.”

  “Well, like I said, she’s mid twenties, 25 actually. Long blonde hair, ‘dirty’ blonde is I guess the actual color.” I laugh, trying to ease the tension in my chest.

  “Dirty is good,” the voice interrupts. I’m not sure whether I should laugh again too but I don’t.

  “Go on..” urges the voice.

  “She’s very pretty, 5’ 4”

  “Yes you mentioned that. Is she 5’ 4” in heels or barefoot?”

  “Barefoot,” my voice croaks at the sudden firmness in his tone.

  “Her breasts,” he says, “You mentioned your wife has a 36” chest, what about her cup size?”

  What the fuck am I doing answering this roller-coaster of questions about my wife?

  “I’m not sure.” I mumble, “pretty big though”

  “You youngsters.” He laughs, “Whatever happened to attention to detail?”

  This time I do laugh.

  “She sounds lovely V. Tell me, would you feel comfortable mailing mail me a basic picture of her? Just her head and shoulders.”

  I hesitate a moment before replying.

  “I guess,” my chest and stomach further tighten. My heart is thudding like a kick-drum in surround sound.

  “Would you do it in a moment for me, while we’re talking?”

  For several seconds neither of us speaks. Then he tells me he’s just emailed me an image of himself.

  For some reason, even with the way he speaks and his apparent background, I half expect a picture of his genitals.

  Mercifully what I get is nothing of the sort. Rather, the jpeg is a head and shoulders photo of a distinguished-looking and undeniably handsome, physically fit middle-aged man. Confident brown eyes stare directly into the camera. He smiles but his lips are closed.

  “Thanks for that,” I mumble. I could still just put the phone now.

  My hands tremble as I compose a reply to his email that contained his image. I scan the ‘My Pictures’ file on my PC and attach one of my favourite holiday snaps of Lily. She’s sitting looking beautiful in a flowery summer dress with a white ribbon in her hair and a glass of wine in her hand. She’s at a table in a restaurant. The picture is perfectly decent but the top of her dress is low-cut. Even with the distraction of her beautiful face, few red-blooded men could prevent their eyes lingering on her cleavage.

  “She is pretty Vaughn. Very pretty. You weren’t exaggerating at all. Intense chartreuse green eyes..... lovely.” the voice says slowly.

  I don’t know what ‘chartreuse’ means but I want him to mention my wife’s chest. I’m strangely disappointed that he makes no reference to it.

  “I have to say V that from what you’ve told me so far and certainly from what I’ve seen; I’d be most interested in discussing this project further with you. I suspect I may be able to help you.”

  “That’s great” I say, immediately regretting what must sound like over-enthusiasm.

  “In my experience V, whether or not you feel similarly; neither of us will know for sure without seeing the whites of each other’s eyes or so to speak.” He pauses as if letting me digest his words.

  “I think the next course of action to determine whether we feel there is indeed a way forward, should be for you and I to meet face to face V. No obligations either way of course. That will enable us to explore your wife’s needs – and of course your own, in a little more detail.”

  A meeting? Already? Shit! Now I do want to panic.

  Either Richmond has done things this way before or he’s reading my mind.

  “There’s no need to worry. I’m going to leave the idea with you V. I have a board meeting to attend shortly. I would suggest a hotel reception area where I can buy you a coffee and we can have a relaxed chat together. Have a think about it and call me again if you decide you want to take this next step.”

  He sounds like he’s arranging something perfectly reasonable. Something like an informal coffee or lunch with a long-time golfing buddy. Not a discussion about my wife and what she and I want in bed. My heart pounds so wildly I’m convinced he’ll be able to hear it down the phone.

  “My time is usually fairly flexible during the day so I can work around you. I hope to hear from you. Goodbye for now V.”

  Once the phone is out of my hand and I can step back to think about the conversation, my cock is iron hard. I rush to the bathroom and beat myself off.

  As soon as I’ve cum I’m enveloped by guilt and shame. I shudder at having discussed Lily with another man almost as if she were a piece of livestock. What am I doing? What would she say if she knew?

  I’m convinced there’s no way I could ever meet with this guy.

  All afternoon my
emotions swing wildly around. One minute certain I’m betraying Lily and knowing I should put a stop to this whole thing right now. The next, I’m feeling an equally overwhelming conviction that I need to call Richmond back.

  By 3:35pm I’m waiting for him to pick up.

  “V.” He says, sounding pleased if a little surprised,

  “I’d like to take up your offer of a no obligations meeting Richmond.”

  In less than 5 minutes I’m back in the bathroom, gasping down the pan with a time in the diary for the following day. I still doubt I’d ever actually go through with any meeting.

  A short while later my phone alerts me to an email confirmation of the agreed time and place. A hotel the other side of town. At the end of Richmond’s email is a further request.

  “I’d appreciate it if you could bring two or three more images of your wife. Nothing explicit at this point. Just enough to display her full shape beyond that pretty face, eyes and of course that hint you gave of an impressive cleavage.”

  Conflicted though I still am, it’s difficult to keep my mind on much else all evening once Lily is home. As soon as she’s in bed next to me my hands are on her.

  “Someone knows what they want tonight don’t they?” She smiles and I wonder whether she’s secretly pleased with my ‘forcefulness.’ She raises her arms to help me lift her nightgown over her head. Her nipples pucker and stiffen. We kiss deeply and I’m thinking about my conversation with Richmond, about how my wife would look and feel to him if it was him here with her now - not me.

  She lies back beautifully naked with her eyes closed. I lower my head, sucking at each of her hardened rose-colored nipples in turn. Then I’m kissing her mouth again, fingers tracing the outer folds between the creamy flesh of her thighs. She moans and in her familiar fashion, arches her back on the mattress, snaking her arms up towards the headboard.

  I kneel up and guide my iron-hard cock into her. Her body heat envelopes me and I sink forward. Groaning, I slide right into her slippery opening, my balls squeezing hard against her. For a moment I’m Richmond, savoring the inside of this gorgeous young married female for the first time. Filling Lily with his cock.