<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=submissive%20diary">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="94676866" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p><strong>Molly</strong></p><p>I didn’t think I’d be nervous the first time I met Cody. It was a simple coffee meeting. There was no pressure at all. That didn’t stop my heart from pounding as I walked into the Starbucks, though. I actually felt a little sick to my stomach.</p><p>All the nerves went away the moment I saw him, though. He was just as good looking as in the pictures he’d sent, but he seemed so relaxed and friendly in person. I’m not sure what I was expecting – it’s not like he was going to dominate me from the moment we met – but all my preconceived notions washed away as soon as we exchanged a brief-but-warm hug and sat down together.</p><p>We didn’t even talk about my needs for a dom or what he was looking for in a submissive in that first meeting. Which makes sense, of course. We were in a Starbucks. It would have been insane to talk about stuff like that with someone sitting right next to us.</p><p>It was more like a typical first date. It would have qualified as the best first date I’ve been on, actually, which is saying something, because the whole thing took place over cups of below average coffee. Cody paid attention to me as I talked. He maintained eye contact. He was confident and flirty and everything else a guy is supposed to be on a first date. By the time we walked out I was mostly hoping he’d kiss me. I’d almost completely forgotten about the fact that I was there to see if he’d be a suitable dom.</p><p>“This is me,” I said as we approached my car.</p><p>Cody smiled and I swear I felt butterflies. It was like I was a teenager with a hopeless crush on a cute guy. “Are you free on Friday?” he asked. “I’d like to see you again.”</p><p>“I am,” I said. “I’d like to see you again too.”</p><p>Cody stepped towards me and my heart started pounding. He reached up and caressed my hair in that way guys always do in the movies before they kiss a girl. He leaned in and hesitated for just a moment before his lips met mine. I closed my eyes and his hand moved to my waist to pull me closer. As first kisses go, it was incredible.</p><p>“We both want the same thing,” he said as our lips parted. “But it takes time to build that sort of trust, and the kind of relationship we both want can’t thrive without trust.”</p><p>“I know,” I said. I wanted him to kiss me again. My body wanted it. It craved it.</p><p>“I’d like you to do something for me, though. Something simple. I’d like you to go without an orgasm until I see you again. Can you do that for me?” he asked.</p><p>“Yes,” I replied. It seemed like a small sacrifice. I knew Myles would find that frustrating, but I also knew that as my submissive he would do as I desired.</p><p>He kissed me again. It felt like a small reward for my willingness to do as he asked, though I have no idea if that was his intention. Maybe he just really wanted to kiss me. Either way, it was good. Better, in fact, than the first kiss. There was just a little more passion to it, like he’d gotten a taste the first time and he had to come back for a bigger portion.</p><p>“I’ll text you with the details of our date,” he said. “And I’ll see you Friday.”</p><p><strong>Myles</strong></p><p>It’s a strange experience to help your wife get ready for a date with another man. I know that’s an experience most men will never have, of course. There are probably lots of married women that go on dates, but they’re cheating. Molly wasn’t cheating. Molly was going on a date because she needs something that I can’t give her. I know I can’t give it to her. I know I’m literally not capable of being genuinely dominant. None of that made it easier to help her get ready, though.</p><p>She didn’t have to tell me to help her. She could have done it alone. She wanted me to help. She was quite specific about it, in fact. “You need to get used to this,” she said. “I’m always going to be with other men because I’m always going to need what they give me, what you can’t give me. By helping me get ready you can show that you accept that this is your new reality.”</p><p>So I helped. Molly had me pick out her underwear. “He might see it, so make sure it’s the kind of thing a man would enjoy,” she instructed. She had me pick out a skirt. She didn’t give me any instructions there, but I went with something short. I figured she wanted to look good, and she has great legs. She picked out the top, though. She went with a thin, off-the-shoulder sweater that showed off her bra strap and looked a great deal sexier than I would have expected.</p><p>“I have no idea what tonight’s going to entail so I have no idea when I’ll be home,” she said before leaving. “I’ll text you with any updates, though.” She gave me a kiss that stirred a healthy amount of desire and added, “I know you might want to masturbate tonight, but I need you to resist the urge, okay?”</p><p>“I won’t masturbate,” I said.</p><p>Molly smiled. “You’re welcome to fantasize about Cody and I doing all sorts of things, if you’d like.” She reached down and rubbed me through my pants. “We both know you like the idea of another man having his way with me, don’t we?”</p><p>That was hard to deny, and the fact that I got excited as Molly played with my cock made it impossible to try and argue with her. She smiled and walked out, leaving me with an erection and the idea of another man having his way with her floating in my head. She was gone for five hours, but when she got home it was awfully exciting.</p><p><strong>Molly</strong></p><p>Cody took me to the state fair. Now, you’re probably wondering why a guy would take a girl to a place where pig races are run twice an hour, every food is fried (even Oreos!), and people win prizes for having the best cows. I was wondering the same thing.</p><p>To be honest, it was a lot more fun than I thought it would be. We ate cotton candy, tried to figure out what makes one cow more prize-worthy than the next, marveled at the impressive size of some of the rabbits in competition, and played all sorts of dollar games and claimed some of the cheapest stuffed animals I’ve ever seen as prizes.</p><p>We also went on rides. Lots of rides. I want to talk about the Ferris wheel, though. You probably know where this is going. Cody took me on the Ferris wheel. It stopped at the top. That’s when he kissed me. I’d been waiting all night for it, if I’m being honest. We’d held hands. He’d touched me countless times. He just hadn’t kissed me. He was biding his time, I guess. It was a good kiss. A really good kiss. It was a second date kiss, the kind where you’re hot for each other from the first date and you really, really want to do so much more than kiss.</p><p>I got caught up in my desire and I reached between Cody’s legs. I wanted to make him feel good. I’m a submissive. I can’t help it. Cody stopped me. He was gentle about it, but he grabbed my hand and said, “Did I give you permission to play with me like that?”</p><p>“No,” I said.</p><p>He smiled and placed my hand between my legs. “Play with yourself,” he whispered.</p><p>I immediately reached under my skirt and slipped a hand into my panties. I slipped a finger between my labia and found I was even wetter than I thought. I moaned as my finger danced over my clit. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the pleasure of it.</p><p>“Open your eyes,” Cody said. “Look at me.”</p><p>I did as I was told. His gaze was calm and confident. His lips were curled into the smallest hint of a smile.</p><p>“Are you wet?” he asked.</p><p>I nodded. The Ferris wheel started moving again.</p><p>“Keep your eyes on me,” he said.</p><p>If I didn’t stop, someone would absolutely see me as we continued our journey towards the ground. Someone would see me playing with my pussy as I stared into Cody’s eyes.</p><p>“You can stop,” he said.</p><p>I pulled my fingers from my panties. I kept my eyes focused on Cody’s, though I could tell we were awfully close to the ground.</p><p>“Taste yourself,” he said.</p><p>I brought my fingers to my lips and sucked them clean as he watched. His lips curled into a bigger smile. He seemed delighted by my willingness to do exactly as he desired.</p><p>The Ferris wheel came to a stop as the people in the car in front of ours got off. New passengers were loaded on and the wheel lurched to life again. Our ride wasn’t over, and as we rolled towards the top once more Cody leaned in and kissed me. It segued into a full-on make out session that lasted for an entire revolution of the wheel until we stopped near the top of the ride once more.</p><p>Once we’d stopped Cody took my hand and placed it between his legs. “Do you feel that?” he asked. I nodded. He was hard and I could absolutely feel it. “Does it turn you on to know that you’re responsible for that, that you excite me?”</p><p>“Yes,” I said. I wanted to stroke him. I wanted to move my hand up and down the erection I felt in his pants, but I hadn’t been given permission, so I didn’t. I simply let my fingers rest against his cock and waited as we stared into each other’s eyes.</p><p>“Masturbate for me,” he said.</p><p>I moved my hand between my legs and up my skirt once more. I slipped my fingers into my panties once more. I played with my pussy as he watched. I bit my lower lip to make sure I didn’t moan too loudly.</p><p>“You want to cum, don’t you?” he asked.</p><p>“Yes, please,” I said.</p><p>“Keep playing with your pussy,” he said. “But don’t cum.”</p><p>I did as I was told, though adhering to the last command got increasingly difficult. I was desperate to cum by that point. It had been a week since my last orgasm and Cody had spent most of the night teasing me. I needed to cum, and yet he wouldn’t let me.</p><p>“Stop,” he said a moment before we reached a point where someone absolutely would have seen me.</p><p>I pulled my fingers from my panties and stared at him. “Please,” I said. “I need to cum.”</p><p>“You can cum the next time we stop at the top,” he said.</p><p>That time never came. The Ferris wheel stopped, the attendant opened the door, and gestured for us to get out.</p><p>“Please,” I said. “Can we go up once more? Please.”</p><p>“No, ma’am,” the attendant said. “You have to get off.”</p><p>Cody took my hand and stood. “Come, Molly,” he said.</p><p>I pouted a little as I followed Cody off the ride. He’d gotten me to a place of desperation and denied me.</p><p>“How do you feel?” Cody asked as he pulled me into an embrace in the middle of a crowd of people moving from one ride to the next.</p><p>“Horny,” I said. “Maybe a little desperate.”</p><p>Cody smiled. “Good. I like it when a submissive is desperate. It makes you so much more willing to do as you’re told.”</p><p>For a split second I thought that I would have gotten on my knees and sucked Cody’s cock in that moment if he’d given the order. I would have dropped to my knees in the mud, unzipped his pants, and taken him in my mouth while hundreds of people walked by.</p><p>He didn’t give the order, though. Instead, he kissed me again. He offered his tongue and I sucked on it like it was his cock. He moaned, which thrilled me.</p><p>Cody spent the new few hours teasing me. He found all kinds of ways to have me finger myself and his fingers did a bit of work, too. He even fingered me on the drive home. I thought for sure he’d let me cum before we parted ways, but he denied me. He drove me absolutely mad and denied me.</p><p>You know what frustrated me even more, though? Cody didn’t let me offer him any pleasure. I would have rejoiced at the chance to give him a handjob or a blowjob in the car. I would have invited him in to fuck me while Myles watched. I would have done so many things for him, and he denied me. He knew what he was doing, of course. He knows I’m a submissive. He knows denying me the chance to pleasure him is just as frustrating as denying me the chance to pleasure myself.</p><p>He gave me permission to cum, though. Cody told me to think of him while I climaxed and to have Myles provide the orgasm. I went inside and did just that.</p><p><strong>Myles</strong></p><p>I was watching TV when Molly came home. She looked radiant and my first thought was that she’d enjoyed a particularly good orgasm.</p><p>“Hey,” I said. “How was your date?”</p><p>“No talking,” Molly replied as she unzipped her skirt and pushed it down. “Get on your knees.”</p><p>I dropped to my knees and Molly pulled her panties down and approached me with speed and purpose. She had a wild look in her eyes and I had a strong suspicion my mouth was about to be used for her pleasure.</p><p>Molly grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me between her legs. “Eat my pussy,” she demanded.</p><p>There’s something just a little bit nasty about those words that I love. I can’t exactly explain it, but it’s so much hotter than “go down on me” or it’s many variants. I did as I was told. I ate my wife’s pussy while she held my head in her hands. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted towards the ceiling as she moaned. At one point she started moving her pussy up and down, almost like she was fucking my face.</p><p>“Fuck…that’s it…eat my pussy. Be a good boy and eat my pussy,” Molly said.</p><p>I resisted the urge to stroke my cock as she used my face. I wanted to, though. God, did I want to. As she approached her orgasm, Molly tightened her grip on my head and pulled me closer. She ground her pussy against my face, covering me in her juices and at times smothering me with her flesh. My skin was completely soaked with the slickness she’d clearly generated on her date with Cody.</p><p>“Fuck…I’m cumming!” Molly screamed not long after. She held my head and basically came on my face. If she had a cock she would have completely covered me in cum. As it was I was soaked with her wetness by the time she released her grip. Molly stepped back and offered a hazy, post-orgasmic smile as she studied my face.</p><p>“I guess that means you had a good date?” I asked.</p><p>“I said no talking,” she replied. “Now get on your back.” I did as I was told and Molly stood over my face. She dropped to her knees and said, “I’m going to sit on your face and you’re going to make me cum again. You’re not going to talk. Do you understand?”</p><p>I nodded and Molly sat on my face. I put my tongue to use, pleasuring her clit as I knew she desired. She wasn’t anywhere near as desperate after her orgasm, making it seem like I’d get plenty of time to pleasure her before her second climax came around.</p><p>“It was a great date,” she said. “Cody’s handsome and charming and he knows exactly how to turn me on.”</p><p>It was her calling him handsome and charming that spiked my jealousy. It was like she was talking about her boyfriend, not the man she wanted to submit to. It had never been like that with Peter, but he was quite a bit older than Molly, so it wasn’t the same. Cody was her age. He was good looking, and apparently he was charming.</p><p>“It’s okay to feel jealous,” she said as if she could read my thoughts. “Cody is probably going to be a big part of my life. We’re going to develop a relationship. A different kind of relationship, but a relationship nonetheless. He’s going to provide me with a kind of sexual pleasure and satisfaction that you can’t. I’m going to spend a lot of time thinking about him. There are times when I’m going to be desperate for him. All of those things should make you jealous.”</p><p>I did my best to pleasure her pussy. It was all I could do in the moment. I couldn’t suddenly be a dominant man. I couldn’t change my stripes and suddenly provide Molly with the pleasure she craved. I had to be the best version of myself.</p><p>“You don’t need to panic, though,” she continued. “You’re my submissive and that’s never going to change. I’m always going to take care of you. I’m going to cuckold you with Cody – and many other men, I suspect – but you’ll always be mine.”</p><p>I couldn’t speak, but I did offer my appreciation in a moan.</p><p>Molly smiled and closed her eyes. “Someday I’m going to sit on your face after Cody has fucked me,” she said. “Someday you’re going to probe my pussy after his cock has spent a great deal of time inside me.”</p><p>I saw pleasure on her face and wondered if she was thinking about him.</p><p>“He wouldn’t let me pleasure him today, but he will someday. He’ll let me stroke his cock. He’ll let me take him in my mouth. He’ll let me take him in my pussy and make him feel good. He’ll let me be a good slut for him. He’ll let me make him cum like I so desperately want to.” Molly opened her eyes and looked down at me. “And then I’ll let you enjoy my pussy like a good cuckold is supposed to.”</p><p>She leaned forward and began to move her pussy over my face. “You want that, don’t you Myles? You want your wife to have the satisfaction she craves, don’t you? You want me to be able to worship Cody just like you worship me, don’t you?”</p><p>“Yes,” I said as she lifted her pussy from my mouth. “I want that. I do.”</p><p>“You’re a good boy, Myles,” Molly said. “And you’re going to be a good cuckold. As soon as Cody decides I get to please him, you’re going to be a very good cuckold.”</p><p>All I could think about was how badly Molly wanted to please another man. That’s not an experience most men have, and yet it was at the forefront of my mind. My wife wanted to make another man cum, and in a genuinely desperate way. She wanted Cody to give her permission to suck his cock or take him into her pussy. They’d only been on two dates and already he’d tapped into her submissive desires and driven her absolutely wild.</p><p>Molly came for the second time soon after. Once again she coated my face with her slick juices before pulling her pussy from my mouth. This time she sat across my face and traced her fingertip through the wetness on my skin.</p><p>“I’ve decided that you’re not going to cum until Cody lets me make him cum,” Molly said. “I don’t care how long it takes.”</p><p>“It could be weeks, or months,” I said.</p><p>“Yes, it could,” she replied. “So you better hope that Cody is eager to fuck your wife or to get his cock sucked, because you might go a long time without an orgasm if he’s not.”</p><p>With one simple decision Molly had ensured that my desires were aligned with hers. Now I wanted nothing more than for her and Cody to take their relationship to the next level. I wanted my wife to make another man cum and I wanted it desperately.</p>