Led By Her - Special Femdom Marriage Boxed Set (Books 1-6): A Dominant Female Submissive Male Femdom & Cuckolding Tale

by Tinto Selvaggio

  She doesn’t reply.

  “I’m really sorry about what I did.”

  “And what did you do Stuart?” Her head tilts to one side, her unfathomable eyes staring icily at me.

  “I was confused after you came to our house that first time…” I search around my head trying to dig out the right phrases.

  “When Lynne had me kneel, you know, with your feet…” I can feel my face burning with embarrassment as I struggle to impress with my words and to make amends.

  “I mean I’ve only ever done that kind of thing for my wife and then…” I hear Becky sigh loudly.

  “Becky, look you’re obviously a very attractive woman and I was in a position…”

  “I doubt Lynne has had to force you to take part in any of this has she Stuart?” Becky’s voice remains cold and hard. This isn’t going be easy.

  “No of course. I’ve just found it more difficult to handle than I thought it would be. I want you to know how sorry I am.”

  “And my cycle seat?” Becky raises her eyebrows and if I’m not mistaken a trace of amusement plays across her face.

  If I had gone red before my face must be entering a whole new world of color now.

  “What do you mean?” I ask, unable to even admit to myself the kind of thought that had gone through my mind about the seat Becky’s ass had been on.

  “Oh no,” I say eventually, trying to look like I’m almost amused at her ‘misinterpretation’,

  “No, I stumbled forward onto the seat when you…..”

  “When I?” Becky’s voice is louder than before.

  “When you…came into the room Becky.”

  “So you just got a shock when I came into the room”

  “Yes I did”

  “When I slapped your face you mean? The first time that is.” The amusement is now clear on her face as she looks quizzically at me.

  “Yes.” I can barely hear my own voice reply.

  “Let me at least finish up here for you Becky. Let me try to make it up to you. Please?”

  It’s hard to believe what I’m hearing are my own words as I almost beg to be allowed to carry on performing menial tasks for this female.

  “But I thought you only had a couple of hours because of some ‘vital work project’ you needed to finish?” She smirks at me and I feel my chest tighten.

  So I tell her I can work through the weekend on my project and that I want to stay and work for her until I’ve done all she needs.

  This time she responds with an open smile revealing her beautiful, perfectly even and brilliantly white teeth.

  “Finish off in here then come through to the kitchen. There’s plenty to do in there. And in answer to your earlier question: Yes, I do want the windows cleaning in here.”

  Chapter Five

  “Lynne, I honestly don’t think this Becky thing is a good idea.” I’m sat on the edge of our bed setting the alarm clock. Lynne looks at me, holding back the bedcovers and patting the space next to her in the bed.

  I climb in alongside her and she turns to wrap a bare arm around my chest.

  “I know you think the world of her, but, it just doesn’t feel right going around to another woman’s house, doing things for her. Why can’t it just be you and me? “I prop myself up on one elbow, looking into my wife’s blue eyes to try to make my point.

  I still don’t know what Becky told her after my last visit but I know I’ve never had to work as hard physically in my life as I did that day.

  I feel Lynne’s hand descend to my balls.

  “What about Becky though? Who’s going to do her housework? It’s a big house she’s got you know.” Her fingers play up the length of my rapidly stiffening shaft as I decide not to comment about knowing only too well how big Becky’s house is.

  “That’s not our problem though is it?”

  “I bet really…” Lynne snuggles into me, her voice soft in my ear, “You just can’t cope with being so close to sexy Becky and her big boobies can you?” Lynne’s hand is working my cock now and a groan escapes from my mouth.

  “Anyway, I think Becky wants to guard against you getting carried away while you’re at hers too.”

  I feel my blood run cold at her words. Becky’s told her?

  “Look what she bought me.” Lynne releases hold of my erection then sits up and lifts one of her pillows and uncovers a small rectangular white box.

  She sits up with her back against the headboard and her perky tits resting proudly in front of her. Her eyes gleam as she opens the little box, clutching it tightly to herself.

  Her fair hair falls across her eyes as she examines the contents and I hear what sounds like plastic ‘clack’ against her fingernails inside the box.

  “What do you think?” Lynne holds up a small pink tube a couple of inches long which is open at one end and closed at the other. It looks like the finger of a pink glove but it’s made out of something solid, like plastic. She rotates it in the slender fingers of her hand and I see the closed end has a slit in it.

  The fingernails of her other hand delicately click through the rest of the contents of the box and she picks from it a matching pink circular piece of plastic. It’s about the size of the ‘O’ from an ‘OK’ sign you’d make using your finger and thumb.

  I move across the bed to look into the box and there are other pieces including a small gold-colored padlock and a couple of tiny silver-colored keys. I still haven’t understood what it is when she tells me.

  “It’s a chastity belt! Isn’t it cute? It’s a gift from Becky to me. But it’s obviously for you – if you know what I mean.”

  My face screws up as I try and fathom this other woman’s rationale for taking the trouble to look for and then purchase something to stop me having sex with my own wife.

  My stomach and chest have tightened. Is this a prelude to her telling Lynne about the photos she found and my behaviour in her exercise room?

  “Can’t we just stop involving Becky in our lives so much?” My eyes are pleading at my wife but she reddens.

  “Becky’s my best friend, I don’t know what I’d do without her,” Her voice breaks a little as she answers.

  “She can still be your friend. But this isn’t normal is it Lynne?”

  “It’s no more abnormal that wanting your wife to dominate you is it? You’re the one who wanted more and more of that aren’t you? Then when I introduce a way for you to get it and to help my best friend at the same time, all you do is complain about it.” Lynne shrugs her shoulders at me.

  “I’m just saying I’d be happy if we stopped it. If it can’t be with you then I’d do without. It just doesn’t feel right. Especially going around there when she’s alone.”

  “Which is probably why Becky bought this for you.” Lynne taps the plastic tube with a fingernail and smiles at me.

  Suddenly an image of the paperback I found at Becky’s pops into my head. Wasn’t there something in there about ‘chastity’? Maybe this has nothing to do with what I did at her house or those images she found on my phone.

  Feeling a growing sense of relief I turn to Lynne and kiss her.

  “You better get me while you can. Becky said it might be best if I got you used to being locked in this before you go to hers again.” Lynne kisses me deeply and I feel her nails rake my balls.

  Becky still wants me around there again? I try to fight it, but the thought sweeps through me like a fever, igniting my desire and sending it soaring.

  “Maybe Becky wants my cock locked so she can have you all to herself” I whisper into Lynne’s ear.

  “What do you mean she wants me ‘all to herself’?” Lynne gulps.

  “Well, didn’t her husband say she’d admitted that if she ever went with another woman it would be you?” I goad her and her groan is louder. Her fingers circle my throbbing cock.

  Then she suddenly raises herself up onto her knees and pushes me onto my back.

  “Lie there. I want to make sure I come too for a
change.” She scrambles her legs up from the bed raising them over my belly and towards my chest. Her hands cup her own tits. Her eyes close and her hair whips her face as her groin reaches my throat.

  “I bet you’re going to be imagining this is Becky going down on you aren’t you?” The end of my sentence is cut short as her pussy lands heavily on my face.

  I try to continue talking about her with Becky but I can only squeeze out the odd word in between gasps for breath as I lap at the sweetness between her legs.

  Lynne’s thighs around my head and ears block out much of any sounds I hear but I become aware that she too is talking about Becky as I lick at her. I try to push the creamy flesh of her inner thighs from over my ears so I can hear more, but she‘s pressing down heavily. She’s forcing, burying my face into her pussy.

  My determination to breathe combats an equally primeval and desperate desire for sexual gratification as I lick frantically until my jaw aches, sucking like a whore at the bud of my wife’s clitoris.

  With a wail which I can feel all around me, her body shudders to a climax, her full weight collapsing heavily down onto my face. I’m almost panicking as I push her hips and ass away from my mouth and nostrils to seek oxygen.

  “Becky….Becky….oh, Becky.” A chant, little more than a murmur, fades from my wife’s lips as she lies on her back. Her hair is splayed out over her pillow as she claws at her own jaggedly erect nipples.

  I can’t wait a moment longer. A kaleidoscope of mental images crash around my head like shattering mirrors. Becky slapping my face, my wife and Becky going down on each other, even Lynne being fucked by Dominic… while Becky watches.

  In one movement I’m above my wife as she tries to get her breath back. I wipe the slippery juices from around my mouth and face but Lynne is still too far gone to care about being kissed.

  With a loud grunt I guide my throbbing cock into what is now a cold as well as damp nest between her legs. I’m hardly inside her before my whole body spasms.

  Becky and my wife both want me in chastity! I tell myself over and over as I pump my semen into Lynne. Her legs lock around my back in response.

  Then when I’ve withdrawn and I’m still lying on my back slowing my breathing, Lynne sits up.

  “Go and shower Stuart. Then we can try this on.”

  Led By Her 3

  A Dominant Female, Submissive Male Femdom Marriage Tale

  By Tinto Selvaggio

  Chapter One

  “Will you take this thing off me when you get back tonight?” I stand holding the front of my pants in my fist, gripping the hard shell of my chastity belt underneath.

  My wife Lynne turns from the full length mirror and her long blonde hair swings across her shoulders as her eyes meet mine.

  “We’ll see…” her painted lips spread into a broad smile at me before her gaze returns to her own reflection.

  I have no doubt that this is going to feel like my longest night in chastity so far. For the first time since last weekend when Lynne locked me in this device, I’m going to be alone in the house for the evening.

  My original plan was to try to follow her and Becky tonight. To get my ‘wanna-be’ cuckold kicks hiding, watching from a distance in some nightclub or bar. Enjoying my sexy young wife and her glamorous friend laughing and drinking amongst admirers. It’s such an arousing idea.

  The more I’ve thought about it though, the more I’m convinced I’d only get discovered trying to follow them.

  I strip off the last of my clothes and make my way to the shower.

  “It always makes me want to laugh every time I see the pink color of it on you!” Lynne pauses from painting on more dark brown lip gloss to glance briefly between my legs. I move a hand across to cover myself.

  “God, you look so hot tonight!” My eyes pore over her little black dress, bare legs and high heels. Sprayed with French perfume, even from here she smells good enough to eat.

  “Well you’re in no position to do anything about it are you?” she raises an eyebrow and looks down again smiling at my restraint. Then we both glance towards the curtains as a car horn sounds outside. My wife hurriedly puts her lipstick into her little clutch bag and kisses my cheek on her way past me.

  “Have a nice night. I’ll try not to be too late.”

  I watch the movement of her curvy, ample ass in the tight dress as she leaves the room.

  I sigh, step into the shower and turn on the hot jets. I hold the hard carcass of my chastity belt under the water, trying to lift it into a position where the water can penetrate the gaps to clean around my confined cock. Hopefully, showering will also rinse away some of the exhaustion I feel.

  Sleeping with this on has been so difficult. I wouldn’t put it past Becky to have bought an extra small size chastity belt on purpose for Lynne to put on me. I wake several times every night, whenever my cock starts to get stiff. Basically, there’s not enough space in the sheath of the belt for you to expand into, so you start to press on the hard walls of it and that wakes you.

  Of course the concept of being starved of sex by the woman you love is enough to make any submissive man like me wildly horny. So it’s a vicious circle.

  And then there’s the worry that keeps me awake as well. Every time the phone rings or I hear Lynne receive a text; I expect it to be Becky. Calling to reveal how I behaved last time I went to hers to clean. How she slapped me around my face for having pictures of her on my phone. Or it could be some other friend of Lynne’s, contacting my wife to say they heard something strange about her and Becky.

  I seem to be on edge mentally as well as physically most of the time.

  I stop the shower, step out dripping and grab a towel. I need to use the hairdryer around my groin to get myself properly dry in this contraption.

  It’s hard to believe the levels of submission I’ve felt wearing one of these things. Your sex drive soars and you get so desperately anxious to serve and to please your wife. My sex life over the last week has consisted solely of going down on Lynne whenever she lets me. Although I have to confess that one night, I couldn’t resist doing it when she was asleep.

  I’m starting to feel almost afraid of how far into submission I might be prepared to sink.

  I grab a sweat shirt and baggy cotton sports pants and slip them on. Hopefully, when Lynne gets back home tonight after a few drinks she should be in the mood to let me out and let me come. Then I bet I’ll sleep most of tomorrow.

  I make my way to the bathroom, almost forgetting I’m not able to stand and pee. Sitting here like a girl every time you need the toilet adds a whole other dimension to your feelings of inferiority.

  My thoughts turn to my wife’s friend Becky. The fact that this 24-7 mobile restraint and sexual denial was originally all her idea remains an incredible mind-fuck. Such a startlingly good-looking woman. One who for some reason, actually seems to get off on treating her friend’s husband like this.

  Then as usual when I think of Becky, my excitement becomes overshadowed by clouds of regret and guilt. I don’t know why I should feel guilty really. I mean, it’s Lynne who got Becky involved after all. She’s the one who arranges my visits to her friend’s home isn’t she?

  I shake the belt over the toilet trying to make sure it’s dry before I pull up my pants.

  Downstairs I turn on the TV and fire up the console then head into the kitchen.

  I could close my mind to anything but the sheer pleasure of Becky with her cruel little looks and ego-shrinking beauty, but I can’t stop worrying about how I’m starting to feel about her.

  Some nights I’ve lay awake for hours thinking about her and this whole situation.

  Becky is the reason I’m feeling levels of humiliation I’ve only ever dreamt of. Becky is becoming the focus for my desire and sex drive, simply because of the way she treats me. The way she looks at me, how she makes me feel. Somehow that doesn’t seem right. But when I try to suggest to Lynne that we stop involving her friend, if I ask that we div
orce ourselves from her– Lynne won’t hear any of it. It’s almost like Becky casts some sort of spell over her.

  I yank open the fridge door. The beer bottle I pull out is soothingly cold in my palm. I walk back to the living room thinking about the way Lynne teased me when she first put the belt on me last weekend.

  Pushing me onto my back on the bed. Her bare tits bouncing pertly above my head. Her hair hanging over her face like some blonde weeping willow and her lips pouting at me. Taking the shaft of the chastity belt into her slippery mouth and almost making me cry with frustration. No wonderful pressure or sensations on my cock at all. Only her hot breath and the faintest dribble of her saliva tormenting me. Puffing out her cheeks and blowing onto the head of my cock through the little slits on the device. Worse frustration than wearing 1000 condoms at once.

  Then taking me out of her mouth and making me go down on her before she finished herself off with one of her vibrators.

  I feel my cock surge at the memory of her body writhing alongside me while I groaned, untouched.

  I really think I need to get out of this tonight.

  Chapter Two

  I wake up feeling cold. Then I’m confused because I can hear music. Gradually I realize I’m on the sofa, not in my bed. I grimace at the light then reach around me for the TV remote to check the time. I find it on the floor, point it at the screen and groan when I see it’s only 5:07am. At least it’s a Saturday.

  I’m surprised Lynne didn’t wake me and tell me to come to bed when she got in last night. Maybe she was a little the worse for wine. I turn off the TV and lamps then make my way groggily upstairs.

  Slowly, quietly I move across the dark of our room. I don’t want to wake her. I want her to get a good sleep so she’ll be the kind of mood to unlock me and be horny when she gets up later. I slip off my clothes. Outside the birds are starting to clear their throats and I wonder whether I’ll actually be able to get back to sleep.

  Sliding into the bed I quickly realize I needn’t have worried about waking up my wife. She’s not here.