<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=she%20makes%20the%20rules">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="103954456" src="/2f/00/2f0078b07eafd6c8c0337b6fdb01cc83e66df680ba88c974b212df0560635b13.jpg"></p><p>Hannah tapped her fingernail against the hard steel of Paul’s chastity cage. After a week in the device, the vibrations were enough to turn him on.</p><p>“Thank you for the orgasm,” Hannah said.</p><p>“It was my pleasure,” Paul replied. She’d ordered him between her legs the moment his alarm had gone off and Paul had done as his wife desired without hesitation. He’d quickly come to accept that the only way the cage was every coming off was if he did what Hannah wanted.</p><p>“I’d like pancakes for breakfast,” she said. “With orange juice and coffee.”</p><p>Paul gave his wife a soft kiss, pulled the covers back, and headed for the dresser to grab a t-shirt.</p><p>“I want to see you naked when I walk into the kitchen,” Hannah said. “So take your boxers off and get busy cooking.”</p><p>Paul wasn’t entirely comfortable with his wife’s request, but there was a part of him that found it thrilling. At the very least it was a significant change of pace from how their Saturday mornings usually unfolded, so he lowered his boxer shorts, smiled at his wife, and headed for the kitchen to make breakfast.</p><p>Paul was busy mixing the pancake batter when Hannah stepped into the kitchen and moved behind him. She wrapped her arms around his body and kissed his neck. He felt the soft fabric of her bra against his skin and he was relatively certain her nipples were hard.</p><p>“Do you want to know what I like best about the changes in our marriage?” Hannah whispered.</p><p>“What’s that?” Paul replied.</p><p>She pressed her hips forward and Paul felt the tip of her strapon rub against his ass. “I’m horny all the time,” Hannah said. “This must be what a man feels like.”</p><p>Hannah reached down and wrapped her fingers around Paul’s locked cock as she gently rubbed the head of her strapon cock over his ass.</p><p>“Do you feel horny all the time, Paul?” Hannah asked.</p><p>Paul’s cock ached painfully in its cage. Hannah’s body was still pressed against his. When she wasn’t talking, she was kissing his neck and shoulders. He even found pleasure in the slow, sensual way she rubbed her strapon over his ass. “Yes, I do,” he answered. “Even more so since you locked me in this cage.”</p><p>“Is that a little frustration I hear in your voice?” Hannah asked. “Do you wish you were free to stroke your cock whenever you wanted?”</p><p>“Yes,” Paul said. He was frustrated. All the time, in fact. It wasn’t fair that he had to remain locked in chastity for as long as Hannah wanted.</p><p>“Tell me why you’re not allowed to stroke your cock whenever you want,” Hannah whispered.</p><p>“Because you make the rules,” Paul replied.</p><p>Hannah moaned as if his words had triggered a deep sense of pleasure in her. “That’s right,” she said. “Now spit in my hand.”</p><p>Hannah released his cock and lifted her hand. Paul spit in it as instructed. Hannah kissed his neck and then stepped back. Paul looked over his shoulder to see his wife stroking her strapon and coating it with his spit.</p><p>“Have you ever fantasized about bending me over the kitchen counter and fucking me from behind?” Hannah asked.</p><p>Paul nodded. It hadn’t happened in years, but early in their marriage Hannah would cook in something rather skimpy and he frequently fantasized about fucking her from behind when she did.</p><p>“You never did though, did you?” she asked.</p><p>“No,” Paul answered.</p><p>Hannah spit into her hand and stepped closer. She rubbed her spit-soaked fingers over his asshole and gently pressed the tip of her strapon against it.</p><p>“Why didn’t you?” Hannah asked. “If you wanted me, why didn’t you bend me over and take me?”</p><p>“I…I don’t know,” Paul answered. “It didn’t seem right.”</p><p>Hannah slid her strapon into his asshole and Paul groaned at the mild sense of pain that emanated from the point of penetration. He’d been fucked a few times in the past week and it had gotten a little easier each time, but it still hurt.</p><p>“Maybe you wouldn’t be the one getting fucked if you’d taken me from behind all those years ago,” Hannah said. “Maybe if you were a little more assertive you wouldn’t have ended up locked in a cage with a cock in your ass.”</p><p>Paul gripped the edge of the counter as Hannah picked up the pace of her thrusts. The more she fucked him, the less it hurt. The pain turned to a dull ache and Paul couldn’t help but think about what she’d just said. Was Hannah being serious? Was she frustrated with him for not being more sexually assertive? She’d said that he’d been too selfish as a lover and that’s why she’d decided to make changes. Paul was more than a little confused, though the consistent thrusts in and out of his ass made it hard to think about anything with any kind of seriousness.</p><p>“Take it for me, baby,” Hannah said. “Take my cock. Take it like a good little slut.”</p><p>Paul moaned as his wife’s dirty talk generated a surprising explosion of desire between his legs. He instinctively pushed back against her thrusts. Without thinking about it he was acting exactly like the slut she seemed to want him to be.</p><p>Hannah grabbed a handful of Paul’s hair and pulled back. Immediately he thought of the times he’d wanted to do that. He never had, though. He’d never given in to those instincts because he thought Hannah would find it deeply off putting. Now she was doing it to him and for some reason he found it arousing. He moaned as she pulled on his hair. He pushed back on her cock as invaded his rectum over and over. He felt an unusual kind of bliss envelop his body, all while his cock ached painfully from its repeated attempts to grow erect in the confines of the steel cage that surrounded it.</p><p>“Fuck, Paul, fuck, I’m cumming,” Hannah said. “I’m cumming!”</p><p>She fucked him harder and faster for a few moments and then buried her strapon in his ass and pressed her body against his. Her moans filled the kitchen as she wrapped her arms tight around him and held him close.</p><p>Paul smiled as a sense of warmth and satisfaction moved through his body. He hadn’t climaxed – though he could feel precum dripping from his cock – and yet he felt something close to the kind of joy that came with an orgasm.</p><p>“Thank you for my second orgasm of the morning,” Hannah said. “I might have you provide a few more before the day is over.”</p><p>She pulled out and stepped back and Paul felt a momentary sense of loss. He missed the warmth of her body against his. He missed the sense of giving her pleasure. He wanted more of that. “It would be my pleasure to make you cum as many times as you can handle,” he said.</p><p>Hannah laughed and gave his ass a gentle smack. “I’m sure it would be. We’re having guests over tonight, though, so you’ll have to give some of your time to entertaining them. One of my new friends from the Facebook group is bringing her submissive husband for drinks and dinner. I’m hoping we can learn from them. I expect you to be on your best behavior.”</p><p>Paul’s first reaction was to panic. He didn’t feel ready to expose this part of himself to anyone else, let alone two total strangers. Paul knew he didn’t have a choice in the matter – after all, Hannah made the rules – but that didn’t stop him from feeling that uncomfortable sense of vulnerability at the idea of someone else knowing the secrets of his sex life.</p><p>“I’ll behave,” he said. “I promise.”</p><p>“Good,” Hannah replied. “Now finish making breakfast. I’ll be right back so we can eat together.”</p><p>Paul did as he was told.</p><p>Zoe was a tall, elegant woman with an air of control about her. Paul noticed it the moment she stepped into the house. Hudson, her husband, remained a step behind her as they entered the living room and he didn’t move to sit on the couch until she indicated he should do so.</p><p>Zoe wore a low cut, knee length dress in a lovely floral print. Her breasts looked spectacular in it – her skin was pale and soft and they looked rather large – and Paul couldn’t help but wonder if she used her cleavage as a way of keeping her husband’s attention and reminding him of what he craved, and perhaps what he would get to enjoy if he behaved himself. Paul could certainly see Hannah resorting to tactics like that as she continued to explore her newfound sense of control over him.</p><p>“Thank you, Paul,” Zoe said as he presented two glasses of wine. Zoe took them both and handed one to Hudson, who also offered his thanks.</p><p>Paul sat next to his wife and Hannah put a hand on his knee and said, “Paul, Zoe is the reason your cock is locked up in its cute little chastity cage.”</p><p>Zoe smiled at Paul and said, “Chastity is a woman’s greatest tool when she decides it’s time to take control of her marriage. Men are, after all, simple creatures. Once you control their orgasms, you control them. Isn’t that right, Hudson?”</p><p>“It is,” Hudson added. “Though I would also add that it took losing control of my orgasms for me to find true happiness.”</p><p>“And what does true happiness mean to you, if you don’t mind me asking?” Hannah said.</p><p>“Fulfillment,” Hudson answered without hesitation. “I think that’s true for everyone, to be honest. To feel happy on a day to day basis is to feel fulfilled, and chasing my orgasms never provided a sense of fulfillment. There were moments of bliss, of course, but there wasn’t fulfillment. Now that my life is built around tending to Zoe’s happiness, I can say with complete honesty that I feel genuinely fulfilled, and thus I spend most of my day feeling happy. It’s the most remarkable thing.”</p><p>Paul tried to keep an open mind as he listened, but he was still grappling with the difficulties of having surrendered control over his orgasms. He still struggled to wrap his mind around the idea that it would get easier at some point.</p><p>“Do you, I mean, if you don’t mind me asking, do you still have sex?” Paul asked.</p><p>Zoe smiled and turned to her husband. “We do,” she said. “Once every month or two I welcome Hudson inside me. It’s rare, but that’s a big part of what makes it so wonderful for him. I try to make it special, too. I put on lingerie, I seduce him, I even occasionally offer him oral sex as a form of foreplay. I want sex with me to be the most pleasurable part of Hudson’s life, and limiting the frequency of it is a big part of that.”</p><p>“Does that work for you, Hudson? Is sex with your wife the most pleasurable thing you experience?” Hannah asked.</p><p>“Absolutely,” Hudson said. “I’ll admit that I was annoyed at first. I was still struggling with the loss of control. I thought it was my right to have sex with my wife more often than she was willing to permit. I wasn’t so pigheaded as to assume I should get to be with her whenever I wanted, but I was confident in the idea that it was my right to be with her at least once a week, if not more often.”</p><p>“It took a while, but Hudson learned his lesson,” Zoe said as she took her husband’s hand in hers. “Now he understands his place and he’s found far greater happiness because of it.”</p><p>“If I’m being honest,” Hannah said, “I’m a little worried I’ll miss having sex. I’ve quite enjoyed taking Paul with my strapon, but I can already feel a need growing to have him inside me. There’s just something different about it, you know?”</p><p>For a moment Paul felt victorious. He had to stop himself from calling Hudson a sucker for letting his wife take such complete control over their sex life. He even wondered if Hudson was cursed with a tiny penis that couldn’t possibly satisfy his wife, which is why Zoe was just fine forgoing sex for such long periods of time.</p><p>“That’s what other men are for,” Zoe replied, quickly bringing Paul’s momentary sense of elation to a halt.</p><p>“What?” Hannah asked.</p><p>“I have sex with other men,” Zoe replied. “I have several partners, in fact.”</p><p>Paul looked at his wife and saw that she seemed nearly as shocked as he was. Hudson, on the other hand, seemed perfectly content with the idea that his wife regularly slept with other people.</p><p>“I know it’s a little shocking,” Zoe continued. “Cuckolding is a controversial notion in our circle – it’s even been banned from discussion in the Facebook group – but I find that cuckolding my husband provides me with exactly what I need, and I think Hudson would agree that he’s come to find it immensely pleasurable to watch another man satisfy his wife.”</p><p>“You watch?” Paul blurted out.</p><p>Hudson smiled and nodded. “I know it sounds crazy, and it’s definitely abnormal. That doesn’t mean it’s cruel, though. Zoe’s right. After I got over the sense of embarrassment – mostly at the idea that we were doing something that was so far from normal – I found it to be surprisingly pleasurable to watch Zoe have sex with someone else. And when I say pleasurable, I mean in that deep kind of way. When I watch I feel aroused from head to toe. When I see someone else enter her, it provides me with an indescribable sense of satisfaction that I want to feel all the time. Even when I’m not permitted to watch, simply listening to Zoe have sex with someone else provides me with pleasure.”</p><p>“Cuckolding?” Hannah asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Zoe replied. “It’s a simple reference to this particular lifestyle. Hudson is my cuckold. I’m his hotwife. I’m free to have sex with anyone I please while he remains faithful to me. It’s truly splendid and I promise both you and Paul would enjoy it thoroughly if you added cuckolding to what is clearly becoming a female led marriage. Remember, Hannah, you make the rules, and as such, those rules can be anything you want them to be.”</p><p>Paul’s heart was pounding and he heard a faint ringing in his ears. He felt anxious, as if there was too much change happening too quickly and he was going to drown under the weight of it all.</p><p>Hannah took his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “Tell me, Hudson, how did you feel when your wife informed you she would be sleeping with other men?”</p><p>“Anxious, scared, more than a little panicky, and like there was a decent chance my marriage was already over. Now I know that wasn’t true, but I couldn’t wrap my mind around the idea that Zoe would want to stay married to me while sleeping with other men,” Hudson answered.</p><p>“I had every intention of doing that, though,” Zoe said. “I like all the men I sleep with, but I don’t love them. They provide me with something my husband can’t. They thrill me and the orgasms I have are out of this world. They truly are, and it’s largely because sleeping with someone new is absolutely fantastic. Though, I will say, sometimes it’s nice to fuck a man with a genuinely big cock.”</p><p>Hannah squeezed Paul’s hand and he glanced over to see an enraptured look on her face. Something had clearly tickled her fancy and Paul couldn’t help but worry that it was Zoe’s comment about being with a genuinely big cock.</p><p>“Don’t rush into it,” Zoe said. “You two are going to be together for a long, long time, so there’s no reason to rush into anything. You’ve just started exploring the joy of a female led marriage. Enjoy that exploration, and when that desire for sex becomes overwhelming, let Paul inside you again. Satisfy both your needs. Maybe the next time you feel that desire, welcome another man inside you. Have Paul watch. Have him witness the bliss you feel with someone else’s cock moving in and out of your body. I promise he’ll find pleasure in it. He’ll find some pain, too, but his desire to make you happy will overwhelm everything else.”</p><p>“I have to admit, I kind of like the idea,” Hannah said. “And, in the spirit of honesty, my mind did wander towards a certain someone at work while you were talking.”</p><p>Zoe let loose a naughty smile and asked, “Oh yeah? And what did your mind imagine while it wandered? Did this certain someone make you feel good?”</p><p>“He did,” Hannah answered. “We like to flirt with each other. Mostly playful stuff, but he’s a gorgeous man and I couldn’t help but wonder if something more might happen if I was set free from the typical bonds of marriage.”</p><p>“I think we both know what would happen,” Zoe said. “I think you’d end up on your desk with your legs spread and him between them. I think you’d end up getting fucked by your coworker. I think you’d embrace your power as a dominant woman and enjoy the pleasure of getting fucked by a gorgeous man while your loyal husband remained locked in his chastity cage.”</p><p>Paul watched his wife close her eyes and bite her lower lip. She was thinking about it. He was absolutely certain of it.</p><p>“Are you aroused, Hannah?” Zoe asked.</p><p>Hannah nodded.</p><p>Zoe leaned forward, showing off her splendid cleavage, and said, “I’d like to lend you Hudson’s mouth. I think it might be a fun way for Paul to get a small taste of what it’s like to be cuckolded. He can sit right there next to you as Hudson worships your pussy and makes you cum. How does that sound?”</p><p>Much to Paul’s surprise, Hannah answered by lifting her skirt, spreading her legs, and inching her ass to the edge of the couch.</p><p>“Worship her pussy,” Zoe demanded.</p><p>Hudson moved quickly and in the blink of an eye he was between Hannah’s legs. He pulled aside her panties and went to work immediately.</p><p>“Oh, fuck,” she said.</p><p>Paul’s heart pounded harder than before. Jealousy, anxiety, and arousal mixed within him. He didn’t want to admit the last sensation was present, but the throbbing between his legs was proof that he was experiencing at least a little of what Hudson had described.</p><p>“Think of your coworker fucking you,” Zoe instructed. “Think of being on your desk. Think of his cock moving in and out of you.”</p><p>Hannah closed her eyes and her lips parted. A moment later, a sensual moan escaped.</p><p>“Say his name,” Zoe instructed.</p><p>“Derek,” Hannah said before another man escaped her lips.</p><p>“What’s Derek doing to you?” Zoe asked.</p><p>“He has me bent over my desk,” Hannah said.</p><p>Paul thought of the sex they’d had in the kitchen that morning. He thought of Hannah’s comments. It seemed that she liked the idea of someone taking her from behind.</p><p>“He’s fucking me from behind,” Hannah continued. “He’s fucking me so hard. He’s pounding me.”</p><p>The ache between Paul’s legs deepened as he listened to his wife share her fantasy. Now he felt a certain amount of inadequacy. He clearly hadn’t been giving Hannah what she desired, and it seemed to go beyond being too selfish to finish going down on her.</p><p>“Where are his hands?” Zoe asked.</p><p>“One is in my hair,” Hannah replied. “The other is on my hip.” She moaned as Hudson licked her pussy. “Now his hand is moving to my lower back. He’s telling me to arch my back. He’s fucking me harder.”</p><p>“What do you want from him?” Zoe asked.</p><p>Hudson’s eyes were closed as he worked Hannah’s pussy with feverish determination. He was clearly going to do whatever it took to make her feel good. Jealousy surged through Paul’s body, but he had no option other than to watch.</p><p>“I want him to spank me,” Hannah said. “I want him to smack my ass as he fucks me. I want him to smack my ass and ask me if I like it.”</p><p>“Do you like it?” Zoe asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Hannah replied.</p><p>Paul was turned on. He was immensely aroused, in fact. There was no denying it. Desire had enveloped every other emotion. It had become pure and overwhelming. He was caught up in his wife’s fantasy.</p><p>“Tell him,” Zoe said.</p><p>“I like it when you fuck me from behind, Derek. I like it when you spank my ass. Now fuck me harder,” Hannah said.</p><p>Her eyes were still closed and if Paul were to judge from the looks on her face and the moans alone, he would have guessed his wife was actually getting fucked.</p><p>“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, I’m cumming!” Hannah cried out a few moments later.</p><p>Her legs shot open and she gently moved Hudson away from her pussy. Her body trembled and she looked towards the ceiling as the orgasm seemed to work its way through her.</p><p>When Hannah finally opened her eyes she looked towards Zoe. “I think I might have to cuckold my husband,” she said.</p><p>“I thought you might say that,” Zoe replied with a smile. “Don’t worry, I can help you with that. I’ll make sure the first time is perfect.”</p><p>Hannah pulled her panties over her pussy, fixed her skirt, and said, “Thank you, Hudson. You have a very talented tongue. And I’m going to take you up on that, Zoe. I’m not sure when I’ll be ready, but if I had to guess it will be sooner rather than later.”</p><p>“I’ll drink to that,” Zoe replied.</p><p>Paul picked up his glass and drank with his wife and their guests, but inside he was a roiling mess of emotions. He felt as though he’d lost all control over his life and he hadn’t yet come to grips with that. It didn’t seem like Hannah was going to wait for him, though. There was no turning back now. Paul was in a burgeoning female led marriage whether he liked it or not.</p><p>His body still buzzed with arousal, though, so in that moment Paul decided that he liked it. He knew it would be painful – Hudson had been clear enough about the difficulties of it – but he was going to pursue the sense of fulfillment that his new friend talked about, and the only way to do that was to embrace what Hannah wanted.</p>