<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=she%20makes%20the%20rules">Click here</a> to read the first part of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="100834355" src="/2f/00/2f0078b07eafd6c8c0337b6fdb01cc83e66df680ba88c974b212df0560635b13.jpg"></p><p>“Good evening, darling,” Hannah said as she walked into the bedroom with her iPod in hand.</p><p>Paul looked up from his phone and studied her face. He’d clearly recognized the tone in Hannah’s voice. She wasn’t happy and he was almost certainly racking his brain for the reason why she might be upset. He’d find out soon enough, though.</p><p>Hannah got into bed next to her husband and held the iPad against her chest. “I’d like to show you something,” she said. “A little video I found. How does that sound? Would you like to watch a fun little video?”</p><p>“Um…sure,” Paul replied.</p><p>Hannah smiled, rested the iPad on her knees, and brought up the video in question. She tapped the screen and footage from Paul’s office began to play.</p><p>He leaned closer and asked, “What…what is that? Have you been filming my office?”</p><p>Hannah said nothing and kept her eyes on the screen. Paul stepped into the office, moved behind his desk, swiftly removed his pants, and sat down. He pulled up PornHub, spent a few moments to find a video he liked, then stroked his cock as he watched.</p><p>“If I recall, I made a rule a few weeks ago,” Hannah said. “Do you remember what that rule was, Paul?”</p><p>Paul looked away from the iPad and shifted away from Hannah. She wasn’t going to let him escape from whatever discomfort he was feeling, though.</p><p>“It’s a simple question, Paul,” Hannah said. “Answer it.”</p><p>Paul’s voice was quiet as he answered, “You said I wasn’t allowed to masturbate.”</p><p>“That’s right. It seemed like a fairly simple rule to me,” Hannah said. “But I guess I was wrong. I guess it was a little too complicated for you to understand, because I’m pretty sure I’m watching a video of you masturbating.”</p><p>“Did you…did you put a camera in my office?” Paul asked.</p><p>“I think the video answers that question, doesn’t it Paul? I wasn’t sure you could follow my rule and I know you love masturbating to porn, so I put a camera in your office. It turns out my lack of trust was well-founded. You couldn’t follow one, simple rule. Didn’t I give you an orgasm a week ago, Paul?” Hannah asked.</p><p>He hung his head and said, “Yes, you did.”</p><p>“It wasn’t a ruined orgasm, either. It was a full orgasm. It was a wonderful orgasm, if I remember,” she added.</p><p>“Yes, it was,” Paul replied.</p><p>“Wasn’t I attentive this week? Didn’t we make out a few times? Didn’t I excite you with the lingerie I bought? Didn’t I touch you more than I have in the past?” Hannah asked. Over the past two weeks she’d put a little more effort into interacting with her husband. Teasing him, really. In so many ways he was a better husband when he was a little bit aroused and Hannah had doubled down on keeping him in that state.</p><p>“You did. You were. It was incredible, too. It just got to be too much for me. I was turned on all the time,” Paul explained. “So I took care of myself when you went out with Marcy. I don’t see what the big deal is. It’s not like I cheated on you. All I did was masturbate.”</p><p>“You lied, Paul,” Hannah said. “That’s the big deal. I asked you if you’d masturbated while I was gone. You remember that, right? You lied to my face when you said you hadn’t. That’s a problem for me, Paul. Thankfully, there’s a solution to that problem.”</p><p>Paul looked at her and Hannah couldn’t help but smile at the fear in her husband’s eyes. Something about it delighted her.</p><p>“A solution?” Paul asked.</p><p>Hannah put the iPad on her nightstand and opened the drawer. She pulled out the small device she’d purchased a few days prior and turned to Paul with it in her hand.</p><p>“What’s that?” he asked.</p><p>“It’s a chastity device,” Hannah replied as she studied her husband’s face. “This wonderful little metal device is going to ensure that you follow the rule I established. It’s going to make it impossible for you to masturbate without my permission.”</p><p>“Wait, that goes on my, I mean, I’m supposed to wear that?” Paul asked.</p><p>“You’re going to wear it, Paul,” Hannah said. “You’re going to show me that you want to be a good husband and you’re going to wear this chastity device. You’re going to accept that your failure to follow an exceedingly simple rule is the reason I’m locking your cock in this little metal prison. You’re not going to question my rule or any future rules I implement. You’re going to do as you’re told because it’s what I want. Do you understand?”</p><p>Hannah studied Paul’s face as he stared at the shiny metal device in her hand. She wondered what he was thinking. Was he going to say no? Was he going to argue with her? Was he going to insist that it was unfair that he had to wear the chastity device?</p><p>“If you refuse I will deny you even a hint of pleasure,” Hannah said. “You’ll be free to masturbate all you want, of course, but I won’t so much as kiss you, let alone touch your cock, give you a blowjob, or allow you inside me ever again. You’ll spend your nights in the guest bedroom, pulling on your dick while you watch porn and dream of being able to fuck your wife again.”</p><p>“What happens if I wear it?” Paul asked.</p><p>“You’ll have the best orgasms of your life,” Hannah answered. There was so much more she could say – she could have revealed the plans she’d put in place for the future of their marriage – but she wanted all of it to be a surprise for Paul, so she kept it simple. All Paul needed to know was that he’d enjoy being locked in chastity. “If it helps, you can think of the chastity device as an impermanent training method. You’ll only have to wear it for as long as it takes you to understand that you don’t get to masturbate anymore.”</p><p>Hannah took the device apart as Paul watched and then turned to her husband and handed him the first piece. “No more waiting. It’s time to lock up your cock, Paul. Remember, this is your fault. You’re losing control because you couldn’t follow a simple rule. I’m in control now. It’s time to accept that I make the rules from now on.”</p><p>Paul stripped from the waist down and Hannah helped him into the chastity device. She felt a thrilling rush of power the moment the lock clicked shut. The key was already hidden away, giving her complete control over Paul’s cock.</p><p>“How does it feel?” she asked.</p><p>“Tight. Kind of heavy. It’s not uncomfortable, though,” Paul replied.</p><p>“It will be tonight,” Hannah explained. “From what I’ve read, at least. Your cock will try and grow while you sleep and the chastity device will prevent it from reaching an erect state. You’ll wake up with an ache between your legs. You’ll wish you weren’t locked up. You might even feel desperate. You’ll have to get used to that feeling, though, because you’re not coming out until I say you’re coming out.”</p><p>Paul looked a little like a boy who’d just been scolded. Given that he’d been caught breaking the rules and punished for doing so, it was an entirely appropriate look. Hannah couldn’t help but smile.</p><p>She leaned closer and kissed her husband. At first he didn’t offer much in response, but it didn’t take long for Paul to warm up to her desires. He parted his lips and let her tongue into his mouth. Her hand moved between his legs and he took that as giving him permission to play with her breasts. Hannah welcomed it, especially when Paul soon unleashed a groan of pain into her mouth.</p><p>“Does it hurt?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Paul said.</p><p>Hannah smiled. She hadn’t expected to feel so gleeful at locking up her husband’s cock. “The women I’ve been talking to online say you’ll get used to it. It might take a while, but you’ll get there.”</p><p>“You’ve been talking to people online?” Paul asked.</p><p>“I have,” Hannah said. “It turns out there are lots of women that put their husbands in chastity to enforce their rules. I joined a Facebook group, believe it or not. It’s been quite informative. They’re such helpful women and every single one of them reports a vast improvement in the quality of their marriage thanks to a combination of chastity and a man’s willingness to follow his wife’s lead. We both have a lot to learn, but talking with these women has left me absolutely certain that I want to be in the sort of marriage where I make the rules. I know that’s going to be difficult for you, but it has to be this way.”</p><p>Paul looked like he was about to say something – perhaps a protest of some sort – when Hannah leaned closer and gently shushed him. Her lips found his a moment later. They kissed again. Her fingers encircled his locked cock again. Her tongue entered his mouth again. This time Hannah moaned for her husband. She kissed him and played with his cock like it was an act of foreplay, only she had no intention of setting him free. She was merely indulging in the thrill of making him suffer the pain of trying to get hard in his chastity device.</p><p>“Go down on me, Paul,” Hannah instructed as she pulled back. “And get used to the idea of spending time between my legs, because it’s going to happen a great deal from now on. Here’s another rule for you: My pleasure comes first. Yours comes second, if at all. Do you understand?”</p><p>Paul nodded and moved between her legs. It seemed like he was excited as he pulled off her shorts and panties and went to work on her wet pussy. At the very least, Paul was willing to offer his obedience in the face of Hannah’s new rules, and that was all she wanted. She was confident that it wouldn’t take long for him to find the new structure of their marriage fulfilling in ways he never imagined possible.</p><p>“On your knees, darling,” Hannah said.</p><p>Paul fell to his knees and she smiled at him. His eyes wandered over her body before meeting her gaze. He looked like a loyal, eager puppy waiting for a treat. After nearly six weeks of chastity training – during which time he’d only been granted two orgasms – he displayed that look with exceptional frequency.</p><p>“Do you remember our trip to Vancouver?” Hannah asked. “It was almost seven years ago. Our room had the most beautiful view of the water and the snow-capped mountains. Do you remember that, Paul?”</p><p>“I do,” he said.</p><p>“Do you remember what we did that first night? Do you remember the sex we had?” Hannah asked.</p><p>Paul’s lips curled into a sleight, knowing smile and he nodded.</p><p>“Do you remember what you said?” Hannah asked.</p><p>“I said it was the best sex I’d ever had,” he replied.</p><p>Hannah smiled and reached back to unzip her dress. It fell to the floor, revealing the black lace bra and panty set she’d purchased just a few days prior. Paul’s eyes went wide and she saw the arousal wash over him. Hannah couldn’t help but smile as her lingerie had the desired effect.</p><p>“Do you remember how it started?” Hannah asked.</p><p>“You got on your knees in front of me,” Paul said.</p><p>Hannah stepped closer and Paul stared between her legs before his gaze traveled up her body. “And what did I do?” she asked.</p><p>“You gave me a blowjob,” Paul answered.</p><p>“I worshiped your cock, Paul,” Hannah said. “I swallowed every inch. I gave you the sort of blowjob every man dreams of receiving.”</p><p>“Yes, you did,” Paul replied. The look on his face made it obvious he was reliving the blowjob.</p><p>“Do you remember fucking my face, Paul?” Hannah asked. At one point he’d gotten so worked up he’d held her head in his hands and fucked her mouth. Hannah hadn’t tried to stop him. At the time she wanted to ensure her husband experienced the pleasure he craved, so she’d let him use her mouth like that for far longer than most women would have.</p><p>Paul nodded, though he looked a little embarrassed.</p><p>“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” Hannah asked.</p><p>Paul nodded again.</p><p>Hannah smiled and leaned down. She gave Paul a soft kiss on the lips and whispered, “I want you to stay right here. I have a little surprise for you. I’ll be right back.”</p><p>Hannah headed for the closet and the surprise she’d bought earlier that week. She retrieved the package from its hiding place on the top shelf and opened it to see the sleek, slender, dark purple strapon cock and harness she’d ordered online. It looked just as beautiful as the day it arrived and Hannah felt the same rush of pleasure she’d felt upon reading her Facebook friend’s suggestion. “There’s nothing quite like putting on a cock and fucking your man with it,” she’d said. Hannah was about to discover just how true that was.</p><p>She took off her panties and pulled the harness up her legs. The toy was designed to penetrate Paul and offer Hannah clitoral stimulation and as she put it into place she could feel just a little of the sensual joy that would soon be hers to explore in full. A small portion of the toy slipped inside her pussy and generated just a hint of friction that would increase markedly when she fucked Paul. Hannah couldn’t wait.</p><p>She stepped out of the closet with a smile on her face and saw Paul’s eyes go wide. Hannah walked towards him with an exaggerated sway in her hips and his gaze remained between her legs at the long, slender purple cock protruding from her pelvis. The head was flared and the shaft was perfectly smooth and shiny. Soon it would be coated in Paul’s saliva, a sight that Hannah couldn’t wait to admire.</p><p>“Who makes the rules in our household?” Hannah asked as she stood in front of her husband.</p><p>“You do,” he answered. Six weeks of chastity training had made him far more obedient, a fact that delighted Hannah to no end.</p><p>“Yes, I do,” she replied, “and I’ve decided that you’re going to learn what it’s like to be on the receiving end of a good fucking. You’re going to suck my cock until I get excited enough to bend you over and fuck you just like you bent me over and fucked me that night in Vancouver. Do you understand?”</p><p>Paul looked understandably frightened. Hannah was about to take his anal virginity and he likely understood that it would hurt. Of course it would hurt. Paul hadn’t been particularly gentle that night in Vancouver. After the blowjob, he’d bent Hannah over the bed and fucked her with exceptional vigor. There had been some pleasure in it – a good fucking feels quite nice sometimes – but the complete lack of clitoral stimulation meant that Hannah hadn’t enjoyed an orgasm until she took care of herself after Paul had finished.</p><p>“Open up,” Hannah said.</p><p>Paul opened his mouth and she placed the tip of her strapon between his lips.</p><p>Hannah smiled. “Now suck my cock.”</p><p>Paul closed his lips around the strapon and did his best to give a blowjob. Hannah suspected it was the sort of blowjob that a man wouldn’t have enjoyed – Paul was clearly using his teeth too much – but that wasn’t the point. The point was that Paul was on his knees with his lips around her cock. He was giving a blowjob like she’d given him so many times in the past. He was sucking cock and he was doing it because she desired it. She’d decreed that he would learn what it was like to get fucked and he was willingly going along with her rule.</p><p>“You look good with a cock in your mouth, Paul,” Hannah said.</p><p>He groaned, but his mouth continued to move up and down her slender purple shaft.</p><p>Hannah felt the power her Facebook friend had described. Standing above him as he blew her was particularly potent. He was in the submissive position. She was the dominant partner. He was at her mercy and Hannah couldn’t help but take advantage.</p><p>She grabbed Paul’s head in both hands, just like he’d done that night in Vancouver. She fucked his face as she remembered being on the receiving end of his desire. Her cock moved into the back of his throat and he gagged just like she’d gagged. She didn’t stop. He hadn’t granted her that courtesy so she saw no reason to do the same for him. She fucked Paul’s face as the other end of the strapon rubbed against her clit and filled her pussy. Hannah moaned in pleasure as the physical and mental stimulation of fucking her husband’s face spread through her body.</p><p>Hannah pulled out and Paul bent over and gasped for air. She gave him a few moments to recover before saying, “Get up. Bend over the bed. Offer me your ass.”</p><p>Paul stood and approached the bed. He put his hands on the mattress and bent over. Hannah opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of lubrication. She moved behind her husband and pulled down his underwear.</p><p>“Do you remember what I said that night, Paul?” Hannah asked.</p><p>“Yes,” he said.</p><p>Hannah squirted lube into her hand and stroked her cock. Paul looked back and watched her fingers move up and down her shaft. “Say it,” Hannah demanded.</p><p>He looked into her eyes and said, “Please, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Take me from behind.”</p><p>Hannah smiled. Those were the words she’d uttered that night. She’d wanted Paul to fuck her. She’d wanted him to take her from behind. She’d wanted him to claim her pleasure. It thrilled her when he’d done so. She had fond memories of that night. She wasn’t entirely sure Paul would have fond memories of this night, though.</p><p>“Spread your ass cheeks,” Hannah demanded. “Show me your asshole.”</p><p>Paul reached back and spread his cheeks. Hannah squirted lube down his crack and rubbed the head of her strapon over his asshole. He groaned, though she couldn’t quite tell if he was excited or apprehensive.</p><p>“This is going to hurt,” Hannah said. “It always hurts the first time. It will hurt less in the future, though, I promise. And yes, this is something you’ll have to get used to. My friends say it’s important for a man like you to get fucked in the ass from time to time. They say it helps control your ego. I think they’re right, and I know that controlling a man’s ego is key to making him well-behaved.”</p><p>Hannah closed the bottle of lube and tossed it on the bed. She put a hand on Paul’s lower back and pressed the head of her strapon against his asshole. He opened up and she gently moved inside him as his groans filled the bedroom. Hannah could hear his pain and she found it surprisingly arousing. She didn’t want to hurt her husband, but she liked that he was willing to suffer for her.</p><p>“Take it for me, Paul,” Hannah said in a voice laced with wild lust. “Take it in the ass for me. Take it like a good husband should.”</p><p>The head of her strapon popped past his anal ring and Hannah slowly filled him as Paul groaned beneath her. She reached back to unhook her bra and leaned forward until her breasts were pressed against his back. Hannah kissed his shoulder and the back of his neck and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you now, Paul. I’m going to fuck you from behind and I’m going to fuck you hard. I’m going to fuck you until I cum and you’re going to take it like a good husband should. You’re going to take the ass fucking I want to give you because I make the rules. Do you understand?”</p><p>“Yes, I understand,” Paul said.</p><p>Hannah stood up, grabbed his hips, and slowly pulled out until just the tip of her cock remained in his asshole. She looked down and admired the utter beauty of being inside her husband. It was wildly, unexpectedly erotic. It filled her body with a spectacular sort of lust. She slowly filled him and the part of the toy that rested inside her rubbed against her clit and filled her pussy. Hannah moaned and Paul joined her.</p><p>“It feels so good to fuck you,” Hannah said as she pulled out and filled her husband once more. “I could get used to having you bent over and taking my cock like a bitch.”</p><p>Paul groaned, and this time Hannah was certain it was an expression of pleasure.</p><p>“Do you like that, Paul?” Hannah asked. “Do you like it when I bend you over and take you like a bitch?”</p><p>Paul groaned again. It seemed that he had no interest in answering, but Hannah knew it was true and she couldn’t help but get caught up in it. There was something about the role reversal and being in total control that thrilled her far beyond her expectations. Her Facebook friends had been right. Fucking her husband was enthralling and was absolutely going to become a part of their sex life.</p><p>It didn’t take long for Paul’s ass to loosen up. She’d picked a rather slender toy on the advice of her new friends and his ass didn’t need to stretch much to take it. Soon enough Hannah was delivering long, rapid thrusts. She was fucking him just like he’d fucked her that night in Vancouver. She’d reversed their roles and she was pounding his ass while he remained bent over the bed to take it for her pleasure. Best of all, she was absolutely going to cum. The dildo was working its magic. Her clit was on fire with pleasure, and the harder she fucked her husband the better it felt.</p><p>“Oh, fuck, Paul, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum pounding you like a bitch,” Hannah said.</p><p>“Fuck, Hannah, cum for me,” Paul said. “Fuck my ass and cum for me.”</p><p>Hannah smiled and smacked his ass. “You’re being such a good little bitch,” she said. “You’re gonna end up bent over and taking my cock every week. You’re gonna learn what it’s like to be on the receiving end, darling. You’re gonna do whatever it takes to please me, aren’t you?”</p><p>“Yes,” Paul said as Hannah savagely pounded him. He seemed completely committed to his new place in their marriage and Hannah knew that they’d only begun to scratch the surface of what their relationship could be.</p><p>Hannah put a hand on his shoulder, leaned forward, and mustered as much power as she could. She fucked Paul’s ass with great speed and power and her legs began to tremble as her orgasm approached. She imagined this was how her husband felt when he fucked her. All she cared about was cumming. He was nothing more than a vehicle for her orgasm in that moment. All that mattered was getting off while she used his ass for her pleasure.</p><p>Hannah screamed and buried her cock in his ass. She collapsed on top of her husband’s back as her legs trembled from the overwhelming power of her climax. It was an orgasm unlike any she’d ever experienced, which seemed fitting. She’d never fucked a man before, after all.</p><p>“Thank you,” Hannah said. “Thank you for being a good husband and taking my cock like a bitch.” She kissed his back and stood up. She pulled out slowly and gave Paul’s ass one last smack before helping him stand up.</p><p>“Well, would you look at that,” Hannah said as she stared at the considerable stain his precum had left on the comforter. “Did you get enjoy getting fucked, Paul?”</p><p>He nodded, though Hannah noticed he looked thoroughly embarrassed.</p><p>“There’s no need to be ashamed about what turns you on,” she said. “Besides, you’re going to take my cock on a regular basis, so you might as well enjoy it. It’s not like you have a choice, right?”</p><p>He shook his head and said, “You make the rules.”</p><p>Hannah smiled. “That’s right, I do.”</p>