Spying Submission: The Voyeur Cuckold Part 3: The Voyeur Cuckold, #3

By CJ Delamontagne

Caitlyn loves her new lifestyle as a hot wife, and wants to help her cuckold husband come to terms with his own secret desires. She puts in motion a plan to make her husband fully submissive, and Colin discovers the taboo pleasures of feminization, as a bisexual sissy cuckold. A hot young dominatrix enters their lives, and before long they are both surrendering all control to her, not realising the potential consequences of the passions they share with their new mistress.

The Voyeur Cuckold is the chronicle of Caitlyn and Colin, a married couple who test their limits in search of pleasure, and their own inner voyages of discovery.
In Part One, Caitlyn met a new lover, and Colin, in jealous desperation, began spying on her.
In Part Two, the couple embraced their cuckold and hotwife lifestyle, and Caitlyn explored the pleasures to be had with daring exhibitionism, public sex, and more than one man at once.
In Part Three, Colin will discover his own secret pleasures, as he willingly submits to Caitlyn and her new lesbian dominatrix mistress, to explore his own bisexual and sissy urges.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CJ Delamontagne
• Release date: Apr 3, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224724208

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SPYING SUBMISSION: THE VOYEUR CUCKOLD PART 3

CJ Delamontagne

Copyright © 2024 CJ Delamontagne

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To all the seekers of erotic adventure.

CHAPTER ONE

WATCHING PORN ALONE at home is a bad idea when you are locked in two layers of chastity. Caitlyn had left me locked up while she spent the night with her new lover Kurt. I was beginning to accept being her cuckold. In fact I was becoming more and more excited by the though of what Kurt was doing to my wife. That had turned me on, and that had made me start to harden. Watching porn when I’m aroused is a habit that’s hard to break. I was regretting it intensely, as my balls were now being crushed mercilessly by the leather chastity belt Caitlyn had locked onto me, over the top of my permanent cock cage. Despite the pain, my cock continued to push against it’s boundaries.

Desperate, I sent my eighth text message to Caitlyn, asking her to reveal where she had hidden the keys. Her response was short, and direct.

(Caitlyn) Suffer bitch. This is your punishment for the anal orgasm you gave yourself earlier in the week. Don’t think I had forgotten.

I raged, yelling responses at my phone I would never say to Caitlyn if she could hear. Seven Hours. I had been restrained for seven hours, after returning home from the beach. The beach where I had watched my wife fuck two men while surrounded by a small crowd of onlookers. I had gone home alone, emotionally and physically drained. Caitlyn told me she would message me to let me know where the keys were, but she didn’t say when. I didn’t know if she was deliberately tormenting me, or simply distracted by her lover’s godlike body. Possibly it was both. Being locked in the belt, I had no idea how long I would have to wait for my freedom. I was dehydrated, having avoided drinking any fluids, because I was terrified of needing to piss while locked up. Caitlyn keeps me locked in chastity full time, but usually it’s just my cage. I can pee in my cage, granted I need to sit down, girly-style. The chastity belt, a leather harness that went around my waist, with an hourglass shaped strap that ran between my legs, prevented any access to my groin or ass at all, and I could not use the toilet with it locked on. I still had a prostate toy buried in my ass as well, something else I could not access or remove with the belt on.

I tried to calm down and regain my composure. I tried a new tactic with Caitlyn.

(Colin) "Please Mistress, I need to use the toilet. If I keep the belt on, it will be messy soon.

I waited ten minutes. Finally Caitlyn replied.

(Caitlyn) Fine, the key is under the coffee tin.

Without pausing to reply, I raced into the kitchen, lifted the tin, and found the literal key to my freedom. My hands fumbled as I unlocked the four small padlocks holding the belt on and let it fall to the floor. I grabbed a glass, and filled it from the kitchen faucet. Downing the water in one long draft, I refilled the glass, and downed it again.

Then I went into the bathroom. I gingerly slid the prostate massager out of my tender ass. Caitlyn hadn’t remotely activated the vibrations since I left the beach, but even without them the toy constantly rubbed my prostate, leaving me in a persistent state of arousal.

I knew any attempt to remove my cock cage would result in punishment from Caitlyn, so I left it in place. I contemplated other ways of getting off, but I knew that would also result in punishment. I decided to go to bed early, hoping I would feel less miserable after a good nights sleep.

I AWOKE WITH a start. The room was pitch black, but I sensed someone was in the room with me. I reached for the bedside lamp, but before I could reach it, a strong hand grabbed my wrist. I cried out.

Calm down Colin, it’s just us. Caitlyn spoke up. Her voice was beyond the other side of the bed. I heard a click, and the bright overhead lights temporarily blinded me. When my vision adjusted, I looked up at the strong hand and arm holding my wrist. It was Kurt, Caitlyn’s newest bull. He released his hold on me.

What’s going on? I looked at Caitlyn. Why are you here?

Caitlyn was wearing a skimpy halter top that left her midriff bare, and short, tight fitting jean shorts that covered less than half of her round, tanned ass. It was still a big change from the last time I had seen her, walking off Princess Bay beach, nude, oiled and covered in cum. Kurt was wearing board shorts, a seashell necklace, and nothing else. His tanned, muscled body looked incredible, even under the bright flat overhead lights.

Kurt and I had an idea. Caitlyn moved to sit on the bed next to me. I’m getting a bit sore, and he’s still horny, so we thought we’d come back here to try something new.

I wasn’t surprised Caitlyn was a bit sore, considering the multiple fuckings she had received on the beach. I suspected she and Kurt had continued their sexual escapades at his house. I was a bit surprised Kurt was still horny. The man had the stamina of a prize stallion.

Something new? I asked. I began to worry. Caitlyn had done things in the past week I’d never imaged she was capable of. I was struggling to imagine what new act could be remaining.

Yeah, but not in here. Let’s head out to the living room.

Can I have a bit of privacy while I grab some clothes? I had been sleeping nude, and had nothing on under the blankets.

You are such a little prude! Caitlyn teased me. "Get out of bed now, and go into the living room. If you so much as look at an article of clothing I’m going to