The Billionaire's Hotwife: Confessions of a Billionaire's Hotwife

by Malicia Paine

  "Remember you said you were worried that I would be jealous of you being the only one who got to play around. Well today, you're going to watch me play with another submissive."

  My heart sank. I just about wanted to cry. That's not what I meant, I thought. But I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to defy Master. Master always did what he wanted. That's part of who he was, and what I loved about him. And I always did as Master commanded. That was what he loved about me.

  "You're unhappy with this?" he said, seeming to notice my change in facial expression.

  I shake my head. "I always want to do whatever pleases you, Master."

  "Mmm," he said. "Well then. Today it pleases me to have two submissives. But of course, as my wife, I'm going to let you choose what role you'll be playing in this scene."

  "What role?" I asked, a little confused.

  "You see the Saint Andrews Cross over there?"

  I look over and saw the X-shaped cross in the dungeon. Master uses it sometimes when he wants me spread eagle and upright so he can torture and tease me. I have many fond memories with him, up there on that cross.

  "Yes, Master?"

  "Today one of you is going to me bound to it, and subjected to my discretion on how cruel or kind I intend to be today."

  "Okay," I said, getting excited by the sound of this.

  "The other submissive will be on her knees, and sucking my cock while I play."

  "Oh," I said, and I was instantly aroused at the thought of being on my knees and sucking Master's cock while he played with another submissive. It is a strange feeling, because I felt jealous of the girl who will be tortured. Because I wanted to be tortured. But I want even more to pleasure Master. I always want to please Master.

  "Which role would you prefer?" he says.

  "Which role do want me in, Master?"

  "I'm asking you," he said sternly.

  I looked away, ashamed. I did have a preference, but it didn't feel right that this should even be my call. I wanted him to decide. But I already knew I wanted to be the one sucking his cock. I didn't want the other submissive to touch his cock. I wanted that privilege to be mine alone.

  "I want to suck your cock, Master."

  He smiled.

  "I thought as much."

  "Does that please you?" I say.

  "Of course it does," he says. "I'm sure I've told you this before, Kayla, but your mouth has always pleased me more than any other. Just thinking about it makes me…"

  He made a flustered face, and then opened his fly and let his massive cock out of his leather pants, keeping the top button done up. Then he traced his rock hard cock around my mouth, as I eagerly held it open for him. I looked up at him longingly. His stomach muscles and pectorals and biceps all flexed with anticipation. He was the very vision of the perfect male, and I was instantly wet down below when I looked up at him. I wanted to please him.

  He put the head of his cock in my mouth, and I covered my teeth with my lips, and began massaging it with my tongue. He made several gasps, equal parts pleasure and awe while I did this. This is my favorite place to be, to show Master that I can please him. I know I am in my element here, and could have pleasured him like this for hours.

  A minute or so went by.

  "Are you happy being my suck-slave for this session?"

  "Yes, Master," I said between sucks. "Please let me be your suck-slave."

  "Then it's settled," he smiled.

  Ten more minutes went by, and there was nothing that mattered in the world but Master, and my sucking of his cock. He caressed my face and neck with his hands. He didn't force my head at all, but instead let me perform oral sex on him at my own pace. He had told me many times that this is part of what he likes about the way I do it. I got so wet down below. I wanted his cock inside me, but I would wait for release as long as he made me. I was satisfied to please Master in this way, and deferred my own pleasure until he decided my pussy deserved attention. My pussy was practically dribbling down my leg now, and I was considering begging for Master to simply call this off and take me upstairs and fuck me. But then she walked in.

  ****

  I recognized the woman immediately when she came through the door. She was one of Master's old favorite submissives, a petite redhead with piercing emerald green eyes. She looks a lot like me actually, save the hair and eye color. She was wearing a slinky green summer dress that complimented her eyes, and she looked like she may have just stepped of the runway of some fashion show. A look of lust spread across her face when she walked in and saw us like this.

  "I see you've started without me," she mused.

  Master's face brightened at the sound of her voice. I felt sick with jealously at the sight of that expression.

  "You're late, Yvette," he said darkly.

  He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and turned to look at her, and ran his own hand soothingly up and down my back. It felt nice. Now we were both facing her, though I was the only one who was bound, and the only one on her knees.

  "You remember Yvette, don't you?"

  "Yes," I said.

  Of course I remembered Yvette. She was the first submissive that I ever saw Master with. That was just a little over a year ago now. I still remember the scene vividly. I'd been a mere coat check girl at the club back then, and it was a busy night, and the other coat check girl had called in sick. So naturally, I was very busy keeping track of everyone's coats, but I still found moments to steal glances at Gary's group. He was there with another few dominants, including a dominatrix girlfriend he'd brought with him. Mei Wen. Another name that I couldn't forget, since she almost suffocated me a week ago, not to mention the beating she gave my pussy. But that's something that I'd rather not get into right now. That night at the club, I was a humble coat check girl spying on all these people taking turns clamping, pinching, whipping, and using a vibrator to sexually frustrate a petite bound redhead. That had been Yvette, and it was in watching Gary command the others in the scene, to completely orchestrate a thorough and complete humiliation of this submissive girl. And watching that, I think was the first moment that I knew I wanted to be a submissive. But not just anyone's submissive. Gary Bennett's submissive. I wanted to be Yvette at that moment. I wanted to be the girl at Gary's mercy. I wanted to be the girl that got to call him 'Master.' I wanted it to be me out there, on my knees, my hands tightly bound in a leather sleeve behind my back. I later learned that style of armbinder was called the monoglove, and since then, Master has bought me one that fit perfectly, pinning my arms behind my back at the elbow, and pressing my tits out so that Master can tease and torture them to his heart's content.

  I was, of course, as I previously mentioned, bound like this at that very moment, wearing nothing but Master's favorite red three-inch heels, and the black leather monoglove.

  "How do you want me, Master?" she said.

  I became instantly jealous when I heard her use that term. That was my name for Master now. Why couldn't she just call him 'sir' or something?

  "The first thing I want you to do is strip. In fact, you should have been here and at my feet and naked ten minutes ago. Luckily my beautiful wife here was able to keep my amply entertained."

  He caressed my face and ran his hand through my hair. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. I also enjoyed the look I exchanged with Yvette. He's mine now, the look said. I can pleasure him in ways you never could. That's why he's with me and not you. I felt a little ashamed of myself for the thought, but only a little. It seemed to me to be a natural thought when another girl moves in on my territory. Girls will be girls, after all.

  Yvette dropped her dress to the ground, revealing that she hadn't even worn a bra here. Just a pair of white shoes and white cotton panties remained on her.

  "The panties too," Master said.

  She made a show of tugging at them as she stripped. I noted that Master seems aroused by this. I scowled.

  I hate her.

  She didn't see the dar
k expression on my face. She didn't seem to see me at all, in fact. She was oblivious to me and saw only Master Gary.

  Master Gary eyed her hungrily. I wanted him to be looking at me!

  "You'll be on the cross today," he said. "Kayla got first pick since she was here and you weren't. She'll be my source of pleasure while I'll be your source of pain. And if you're good, maybe some pleasure too. But you're going to have to earn it now."

  "Yes, Master," said Yvette. "Do you want my back or my front?"

  "Let's start with your back," he said.

  She moved to the St. Andrews Cross, and raised her arms. Master fastened the leather cuffs to her wrists and then two more leather cuffs at the base. Master went to the wall, which was covered in a number of gags, whips, floggers, canes, clamps, dildos, vibrators, and more. Master took a ball-gag off the wall. Pulling the gag around the back of her head tightly seemed to arouse him greatly. I felt a little envious, so I spoke up.

  "Are you going to gag me too, Master?"

  "No, I want you to have full use of that part of your body," he says. "You're so good with it. You know just how to please me with it."

  "Yes, Master."

  I smiled inwardly. Perhaps I was fishing for a compliment. I think I needed to hear that, and I felt better, although a part of me did want to be gagged and used. But I was still to be used, and I would be pleasing Master, so that pleased me.

  Master returned to the wall and retrieved a flogger.

  Master gave a few light swipes with the flogger across Yvette's back. He wasn't really whipping her yet, but rather, teasing her skin, getting her ready for the flogging that was to come. She moaned with pleasure, and part of me felt angry at her. I wanted that to be me on the cross.

  "Come here, suck-slave," said Master.

  I crawled toward him on my knees. I stopped right in front of him, while he continued to tease Yvette. He whipped her lightly now. Her body tensed as she tested the bonds that held her to the cross.

  "Suck, slave," he said.

  I did as commanded. I sucked his cock, slowly and sensually, breathing through my nose and looking up at him obediently. He wasn't returning my gaze. Instead he was focused on his submissive. He whipped her again, and again. All the while, I competed for his attention by sucking his cock.

  For the next fifteen minutes, this continued. Master whipped her in the butt and on the back. There was a sound of Yvette tugging at the bonds, and she gave a light gasp through her gag. I remained on my knees at Master's feet. Master's cock remained rock hard while I pleasured him in my mouth.

  Master pulled himself out of my mouth finally and gave a long exhale.

  "I don't think I can take much more of that," he said, and cupped my face with his hands. I cherish the compliment and the attention I was suddenly getting. He bent down and kissed me and I felt wonderful, like it was all that I wanted. I was kissing Master and he was kissing me back.

  Have I pleased you Master? My pussy is so wet for you now. I am hot for you. I want you. I want your cock to plow my pussy now. Right now. Right here. Let Yvette wait, bound to that cross, hearing our throes of pleasure.

  Master pulled away from the kiss and stood upright again.

  "Let's get you turned around then, Yvette. I think your back has had enough."

  Damn.

  "Yef, Maf-fer," she said through her gag.

  Master unshackled her and turned her around. Master refastened each bond. Then he took a few steps back.

  "Now, Yvette, you've been good, so I'd like to reward you. But you were also ten minutes late, so I'm going to have to punish you."

  "Yef, Maf-fer."

  "So I'm going to give you two choices. You can either spend the rest of the session in nipple clamps, and I'll continue to flog you with this. Or, you can endure the cane. It's up to you."

  "Mo, mot ve came, peave!"

  The cane, for those who are unaware, is horrible. Whoever invented the cane obviously had a raging hate-on for submissives. The pain caused is almost unbearable, and the skin winds up rising into swollen lumps wherever struck. Master used the cane on me exactly once, and even then, he tried to warn me. He told me the pain was extreme, and that it leaves marks, and so at any time I thought I'd had enough, to just call my safeword. He stuck me once, and then waited. I thought I was strong. I defiantly didn't call and waited for the second strike as my back burned. He struck me a second time and I pretty much immediately caved and called it. He wasn't lying when he said the cane was the worst. No one should wish the cane on her worst enemy.

  I wanted him to use the cane on Yvette.

  "So it's nipple clamps, is it?"

  "Yef, peave!"

  Master got the nipple clamps from the wall, and then returned to her. He put one hand under her breast and squeezed it so that the nipple protruded more, and then with the other hand he closed the clamp around the nipple. Yvette let out an anguished cry through her ball-gag as it closed. The he repeated the process with the other clamp on her other nipple. She let out an even more pained cry this time. Master grinned at her agony. He really seemed to enjoy torturing her. I wanted him to do that to me.

  Then Master took the flogger and began to tease her front with it. She let out several gasps of anticipation. Then he traced the flogger along the lips of her pussy, and she tightened with excitement.

  "I think I'm ready for you to suck me some more, slave," he said to me, and I eagerly obliged.

  Then he began whipping Yvette with the flogger, growing harder and harder in my mouth with each strike. I kept looking up at his face, but he wasn't looking back at me. He seemed to be enthralled with the thrill of whipping his helpless slave bound to the cross.

  Why aren't you looking at me, Master? I'm your loving wife. I'm the one who's going to make you cum.

  As if in answer, he put one hand on the back of my head, and guided me in, fucking my throat deeper, causing me to gag a little, but I liked it. But he still wasn't looking at me.

  Then he released my head, and backed up, pulling out of my mouth. I took a few labored deep breaths. My pussy was just about driving me crazy with its need for release. I was so wet down there that it was dribbling down my leg and onto the floor.

  Master came back with a large vibrator. It was one of those "magic wands," one of those vibrating massagers that look like a microphone. My body tensed with anticipation when he came back to me. I love the magic wand. I love the way Master can make me come so hard with it.

  Master put his cock directly back in front of me. I sucked him with renewed vigor. I wanted that wand on my clit now.

  Except he didn't use it one me. He used it on her, while he continued to whip her. Meanwhile all I could do was continue to suck and try to make eye contact with him while he ignored me and whips Yvette. All his attention was on Yvette! I sucked in larger, more exaggerated motions. I sucked more sensually. I wanted him to look at me, his devoted, loving, submissive wife.

  "Maf-fer may I peave cum?" Yvette gasped through her gag.

  Master looked down at me and smiled. His attention on me felt nice.

  "What do you think, doll? You think she's earned it?"

  I don't care, I thought I just want to come myself.

  "Yes, Master," I said obediently.

  "Mmm, well then," he said, returning his gaze to Yvette. "If even the suck-slave thinks you should come. Then I suppose you may come."

  "Fank you Maf-fer," she said, and then began to gasp and groan, and then it turned into an ecstatic scream of pleasure, with pants and drooling through her gag. I watched Master's face as he grew more and more excited by this, continuing to whip Yvette. Each strike seemed to drive both of them into a frenzy of sexual pleasure, and I felt Master's cock swell to the brink inside my mouth. Then Master cried out too, and dropped the whip, holding the magic wand to Yvette with one hand while he forced my head down onto his cock with the other.

  Then Master grunted and growled as I felt his warm load shoot down my throat. I drank it al
l down like a good girl.

  My pussy ached with the need for attention. I was ready to come now. But Master didn't even look at me. He and Yvette finished coming together as they continued to gaze at one another. They came as one, and I felt like a third wheel.

  There is something terribly unfair about this, I thought. She gets to come. Master gets come. I feel left out.

  "Master, what about me?" I ask.

  Master looks down at me, almost as though he'd absent-mindedly forgotten about me. It was kind of humiliating. There are some ways in which Master can humiliate me that I delight in. This wasn't one of them. I felt left out and forgotten.

  "May I please come now?" I asked, keeping my eyes down at his feet. "Sucking your cock has made me so hot. I'm so horny now, Master."

  "That's good," he said, the smile evident in his voice. "Because that means you'll be extra eager to please our guests at the party tonight."

  He wouldn't, I thought. He wouldn't just leave me unsatisfied and desperate so that I was extra eager to throw myself at strangers, would he? I would have laughed had I not felt so deeply dejected just then. Of course Master would! Master delighted in that. I was his plaything to tease and toy with. I was his fuck-doll to share with his friends.

  Master untied Yvette, and helped her down off the cross.

  "Thank you, Master," she said. "That was wonderful. I missed your stern hand."

  "And I your delicious, eager, soft, freckled body," he said.

  Then Yvette planted a passionate kiss on Master's lips right. Right in front of me while I knelt there helpless.

  How presumptuous! You should slap her, Master, I thought.

  But he didn't slap her. He just kissed her back.

  I felt like I'd just been slapped. And not in the sexy way.

  "We'll have to do this again sometime," said Master.

  "Definitely," Yvette smiled excitedly.

  Yvette pulled her panties and dress back on, and then Master Gary took her by the arm.

  "Will you please escort me out, Master?" Yvette asked, extending an arm.