Training Her Cuckold Husband

By Wanda Peters

Marcus Johnson might have shaken his head at his predicament, but it is hard to shake your head when it is locked between the vise-like thighs of your wife. He might have waved off any criticism of his choices, but it is hard to wave when your hands are tied firmly behind your back. He might have run away from his responsibility in the matter, but it is difficult to run when you are on your knees with your booted feet tied together and lashed with a separate lead up to your hands. In reality, the only move that Janine was going to allow him to make was the wagging of his tongue against her clit and slit. Well, he was also allowed to slide his nose up and down her nether lips as well. In fact, she loved the feel of his nose pressed inside of her.
Read the book to find out how he got in this perdicament and if he can extricate himself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wanda Peters
• Release date: Jun 24, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463257906

Wanda Peters

I write erotic books, mostly about cuckolding. If you are looking for that type of book, you might ask yourself what exactly do you want in an erotic book. I think that if you can read one of my books and keep both hands on the book then I have not done my job. I don't believe that anyone that buys or reads one of my books or stories are looking for great literature.I don't try to compete with Shakespear when I write. What I do try to do is to put together a compelling story that someone will want to continue to read. A word of caution my books are not for the faint of heart. Many of my characters do not have a happy ending. A few of my books do have some satirical humor but for the most part, they are about males that are dominated and humiliated by their wives or lovers.I hope you enjoy my work.

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Training Her Cuckold Husband

Wanda Peters

Copyright 2020

Smashwords Edition

Disclaimer: This book is a work of fiction. And any similarity to any person living or deceased is purely coincidental. It does contain sexual content and should be read only by open-minded adults.

Training Her Cuckold Husband

A Dominant Wife Story

Chapter One - His Orientation

Marcus Johnson might have shook his head at his predicament, but it is hard to shake your head when it is locked between the vise-like thighs of your wife. He might have waved off any criticism of his choices, but it is hard to wave when your hands are tied firmly behind your back. He might have run away from his responsibility in the matter, but it is difficult to run when you are on your knees with your booted feet tied together and lashed with a separate lead up to your hands. In reality, the only move that Janine was going to allow him to make was the wagging of his tongue against her clit and slit. Well, he was also allowed to slide his nose up and down her nether lips as well. In fact, she loved the feel of his nose pressed inside of her.

Janine had always been somewhat sadistic, and Marcus had allowed her to practice that quality to a small degree, but this was the first time that she had got him to agree to an entire weekend, of her pleasure and his pain. Fortunately, Marcus was also a hopeless gambler and not a very good one at that. No matter what game Marcus wanted to play, Janine was better at that game.

Usually, the stakes that they gambled for had been small things. Sometimes it would be who would give who a foot rub or a full body massage. Marcus always lost, and so he was reluctant to wager for anything that would be too painful for him. But Marcus was also a proud man who believed that men were better at anything physical than a woman would be. So whey Janine suggested that she might be able to beat him in a wrestling match, he at first laughed and then fell completely into her trap. Unbeknownst to Marcus, she had been working out at the local gym and had even hired a physical trainer and wrestling instructor.

Marcus was so convinced that this would be an easy win for him that he suggested that the loser would be the sex slave of the winner for an entire weekend. Janine wanted to make sure that Marcus could not back out if he should lose and so she drew up a contract, which both of them agreed to and signed.

It took Janine very little time to use Marcus' own weight against him, and before he was hardly aware of what was happening, he was on his back with Janine’s legs wrapped like a vise around his neck. No matter how hard he tried to get out of that hold, he was unable to do so. He had always admired how firm and long his wife’s legs were, but he could not figure out how he had missed them becoming as hard as iron. No matter how hard he tried to break her hold, the tighter her legs squeezed against the sides of his neck. And only when he felt himself starting to lose consciousness did he throw up his hands and beg for mercy.

Then in utter defeat, Marcus tried to weasel his way out of what he had agreed to. Janine, we have to set some ground rules for this coming weekend. Surely you can’t expect me to do things that would be detrimental to my health or well being?

Janine then produced the contract that he had signed, pointing out the wording where he had agreed to anything that she asked of him for an entire weekend. Where does it set any limits to what you agreed to do? She asked. If I had lost what limits would you have allowed me to set. Would you have given me a ‘safe word’ to use if I was uncomfortable with what you were doing to me?

That is different; I am not so much of a sadist as you are. I might have demanded sexual things that you normally do not offer me, but I would not have caused you severe pain. You on the other hand, sometimes go a little too far in the punishment department.

"You should have thought of that before you gambled away your freedom. Of course, if you want to welsh on our bet, I guess I can’t stop you. However, be apprised that I will let every person we know what a poor loser you are. Oh, and by the way, there is a tape of you losing a wrestling match to your small, feminine wife. I am sure your friends would love to see that.

Well, that was the clincher. He could not very well have anyone know that not only had he been bested by his wife, but that he had welshed on their bet as well.

So, when he got home Friday night and found that Janine had some special items of clothing laid out for him, he had no choice to put them on even though he did utter a few expletives when he saw that Janine expected him to dress like a goddamned queer.

But, with a little urging or perhaps blackmail from his wife, he was soon wearing a garter belt, nylons, and high-heeled boots. And he had barely gotten those items on when she produced a pair of handcuffs and several lengths of clothesline to make sure he would be under her control. That was the last chance he had to back out, but when she put the tape on their big screen TV, and he saw himself being soundly thrashed by a woman half his weight, all the objections went by the wayside.

Janine wasted little time getting him on his knees and his head between her thighs. For over an hour, she held him there, forcing him to provide her oral stimulation until his tongue felt like it was stretched about a foot longer than it usually was. The cords holding it to the base of his mouth were so sore that he wondered how long he might be able to continue working it against his wife’s hot wet slit.

She had experienced her third major orgasm, each one better than any he had given her in all the years of their marriage when she announced that she was considering taking a lover.

This caused him to try to pull back from her still quivering cunt. But to show him she was still in charge, she gave him a hard lash across his shoulders with her riding crop. "No one told you to move, slave. It was just a thought; we can talk about it when your mouth has finished cleaning the juices from my pussy and thighs. And she pulled him firmly back into place and urged his tongue to start anew.

An hour later, he was still tied and on his knees, but his head was no longer between his wife’s legs. Instead, she sat back in her easy chair, well it used to be his easy chair, and stretched her high-heeled boots out and brushed the toes across his lips. She studied his reaction and was pleased that he was playing his part well enough not to pull his head away, but rather, he even stuck his tongue out so that she could wipe some of the dusty leather across his wet tongue.

Then she got up and walked a circle around him. She inspected to make sure that the line keeping his hands in place was still tight. She checked the knots around his high heel boots that she had insisted he put on before forcing him to his knees. She admired the nylon panties that she had made him wear. You are almost the perfect slut, she said.

Permission to speak? Mistress. She loved it when he followed every single instruction she gave him.

What is it, slave?

Mistress, could I please be untied. I need to use the bathroom. My bladder feels like it is going to explode.

Well, I am not going to untie you. You are going to stay secure for the entire weekend. But I will release your ankles so you can walk to the bathroom.

But without my hands, I will not be able to aim it, and I may miss the bowl altogether.

Not if I slide your panties down so you can sit on the stool like a good little girl.

He got that pouty look on his face that she hated, and she knew she was going to have to teach him better manners. Look, you agreed to do everything that I told you for the entire weekend. And you further agreed that if you started to complain that you would have to serve me next weekend as well. Well, you have already started to bitch and moan and give me the rolling of your eyes treatment. So here is your choice. You can choose to serve me next weekend as well as this one or you can accept 20 lashes with my crop across your man tits. Which will it be?

How about 30 lashes on my ass? He bargained.

No, I will accept the 30, but none of them will go on your ass. All that accomplishes is to give you a hard-on. Ten lashes across your man tits, ten lashes on the small of your back, and ten lashes either on the tops of your legs or across your cock.

I don’t like any of those options. Can I think about it while I go to the bathroom?

She went to him and undid the tether between his ankles and his hands and then undid the rope around his boots. But before she let him rise, she took a long length of rope and tied his ankles so he could move his feet about 8 inches at a time. That way, he could walk, but it would be more of a shuffle. She laughed aloud as he tried to make it in time.

When he shuffled back into the room, she spoke. Well, you were certainly gone long enough. What took so much time?

"Have you ever tried to get your cock into the bowl when it is standing straight up in the air? No, of course, you haven't because you don't have a cock. I finally gave up and stepped into the shower and just let it flow. I am afraid some of it might have gotten on my legs and feet. Would you like to help me wipe it off?"

No, I don't see any reason to wipe it off. I am done with you being in close proximity for the rest of the night. Have you decided where and in what order you want me to whip you?

I would prefer not to be whipped, but if you are determined, 10 on the tops of my legs, 10 on the small of my back, and then across my nipples.

Is that the correct order? Haven’t you ever heard the saying ‘Take the worst first and save the fast for last’

Maybe I am a masochist and love to feel pain inflicted by a beautiful woman.

Well, in that case, I bet you are going to be hog's heaven tonight. Come on, follow me to the basement. I had a little carpentry work done in anticipation of this weekend.

He could not believe what she had just told him. They had not discussed any renovations, nor had he been told about the cost. He started to open his mouth but thought better of it. After all, he would see what she had done soon enough.

Chapter Two - Lesson Number One

As he entered the basement, the first thing he noticed was that it had been sectioned off into a pleasant-looking den as you first walked in. There was a large screen television mounted on one wall, a large leather sofa across from it, and several comfortable looking leather armchairs surrounding a beautiful mahogany coffee table. He also noticed that speakers had been installed and he figured that they were for surround sound.

She allowed him to stand there with his mouth open, waiting for him to speak. She could see that he was working up the courage to start railing at her, and she welcomed it. After all, she was about to whip him; he might as well give her even more incentive to do it right.

Jesus Christ, Janine, this stuff looks like it cost a fortune. You know we don't have this kind of money to piss away on a whim.

She did not answer him but instead opened the door and ushered him into the second part of the basement. Here he was even more shocked. Another large sofa had been set up on the edge of a large section where the rug had been cut out. Several more chairs equally as nice as the ones in the outer room were arranged so that the concrete section seemed to be the center of attraction as there was nothing else in the room that looked like entertainment.

He tried to figure what the purpose of having an expensive rug cut out when he looked up and noticed that a huge wooden beam had been installed directly over the cutout section. Hanging from the beam was a block and tackle with a large hook hanging down from it. And then he took a closer look at the rest of the room and noticed that one wall was covered with whips, paddles, and all kinds of bondage gear.

And he also saw that a video camera had been set up and was pointed where he knew he was going to be soon.

No, No, No, He said with a raised voice. Enough is enough. I am going to get the hell out of here, and then we are going to have a long discussion about what in hell you think you are doing. And he turned and tried to leave.

Janine just laughed as he tried to shuffle past her. She began roughly pushing him backward, and with his feet bound in the unfamiliar heels, he had difficulty keeping his balance. She had no problem maneuvering him under the block and tackle, and she pressed a button, and the hook began to lower down towards him.

He still was not too worried, however, because he reckoned that she would