<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/posts/submissive-diary-24876138">Click here</a> to read the first part of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="33538282" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p><strong>Molly</strong></p><p>“You and Myles are in a unique position and stand a far greater chance of achieving long term marital happiness than most couples my wife and I see,” Peter said shortly after the start of our second session.</p><p>I was naked and on my knees with my hands behind me, as instructed. I stared straight ahead, again as instructed. I’ll admit I got turned on when he told me to strip and drop to my knees. All it took was one moment to remind me just how much I needed what Peter was offering me.</p><p>“Why is that, sir?” I asked.</p><p>Peter stood behind me. I resisted the urge to turn my head and look at him.</p><p>“You understand each other’s desires better than most couples. Your husband is a sexual submissive. He craves it, just like you do. You understand the power of ordering him to his knees because you felt such a strong rush of desire when I did the same to you at the start of this session.”</p><p>I wondered if my arousal was that obvious or if Peter knew his instruction would have turned me on.</p><p>He stepped in front of me and lifted my chin delicately. I looked into his eyes. I swear, I saw this beautiful, irresistible sort of power there. I swear, in that moment, I would have done anything he required. I would have run naked down his street. I would have offered my body to a stranger.</p><p>“You understand that when you stand in front of your submissive husband he’s going to feel exactly what you’re feeling right now. He’s going to feel that desire to do whatever you want him to do.” Peter smiled and caressed my face. It felt perfect. “The key is learning to use his submissive desires for your pleasure. In do so, you will ensure that both of you are satisfied.”</p><p>Peter moved behind me. My hair was in a ponytail – again, at his instruction – and he gently ran his fingers through it before taking a tight grip and gently pulling on it until my head was tilted towards the ceiling.</p><p>“Do you feel desire, Molly?” he asked while looking down at me.</p><p>I nodded. “Yes, sir.”</p><p>“And what do you desire?”</p><p>I took a moment to consider my answer. “You” was the first thing that came to mind, but I knew the real answer was deeper and I knew that the idea of these sessions was to teach me.</p><p>“I want to please you,” I said after a few moments.</p><p>Peter released my hair and stepped in front of me once more. I could see a bulge in his pants. I found it immensely thrilling to see that he was aroused and that I was the source of his arousal (at least I assumed that was true).</p><p>“And how would you like to please me?” Peter asked.</p><p>I looked up at him. I had a very clear thought in my head. I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I wasn’t sure if it was the right answer or if there even was a right answer.</p><p>“I want to suck your cock,” I said.</p><p>What I found incredible was how good it felt to say it. I felt this really intense tingling between my legs. It was like there was too much arousal for my body to process. It certainly helped to crystallize my desire.</p><p>“You may remove my pants,” Peter said.</p><p>I reached up to undo his belt, unbutton his pants, and pull them down. He was wearing a pair of tight grey boxer briefs. His cock looked to be half hard. The bulge was genuinely intoxicating. I can’t tell you how wet I was.</p><p>“You may touch it,” he said.</p><p>I reached up and caressed his cock through the soft material of his briefs. I ran my fingers along the shaft and played with the bulge of his balls. Again I felt that tingling desire between my legs.</p><p>“Kiss it,” Peter said.</p><p>He caressed my hair as I crawled forward and pressed my lips against the soft material. I kissed his cock through his briefs. I closed my eyes and moaned. I couldn’t believe how worked up I felt. I’d honestly never been that excited to have someone’s cock in my mouth.</p><p>In fact, I was so excited that I begged him without prompting. “Please, sir, let me suck your cock.” I looked at him. I felt breathless with excitement. “Please, let me take you in my mouth.”</p><p>Begging for it turned me on even more, especially when he looked down, smiled, and ran his fingers over my hair. I felt like I was completely under his spell.</p><p>“You may suck my cock,” he said softly.</p><p>I eagerly pulled down his briefs, lifted his half hard cock to my lips, and took him in my mouth.</p><p>“Eye contact,” he said.</p><p>I silently chided myself for my small failure and looked up at him. I held his gaze as his cock grew stiff in my mouth.</p><p>“Good girl,” Peter said.</p><p>Feeling him stiffen on my tongue was intensely pleasurable. I was doing a good job. I was making him happy. It brought me joy to do so, especially as I looked into his eyes. There was something about his sense of control and power that I found irresistible.</p><p>“Take me deeper,” he instructed.</p><p>I did as instructed, though I didn’t get far before gagging. I choked and nearly spit up. My eyes watered as I continued to look up at Peter.</p><p>“Again,” he demanded.</p><p>I tried once more to swallow his cock. I gagged. It was uncomfortable, but it still thrilled me. I was puzzled and delighted by it.</p><p>“You need to improve your skill,” Peter said. There was a hint of disappointment in his voice that I found genuinely crushing. I wanted so badly to be good for him that the idea that I’d failed was emotionally painful.</p><p>“That’s why you’re here, though. You’re here to learn how to submit to a dominant man, how to offer yourself to him for his pleasure.”</p><p>Peter took hold of my ponytail and an aggressive look came over his face. He tightened his grip. I felt the pain of having my hair pulled.</p><p>“You’re here to be whatever I want you to be. If that means I want to treat you like my personal whore, that’s what I’m going to do,” he said.</p><p>Peter fucked my face as I submissively rested on my knees. He used my ponytail to control my head and pounded his cock into my mouth over and over.</p><p>I gagged repeatedly and spit up a few times. I couldn’t help it. I submitted to all of it, though. I took everything he gave me, and my cunt was astoundingly wet as I did it, though I didn’t dare play with it.</p><p>After five minutes of intermittent face fucking I felt exhausted. My eyes were watering. My jaw ached. My throat hurt. There was a mess of spit running down my chin and chest.</p><p>When Peter pulled out and released my hair, I felt a sense of relief. I wasn’t sure I could take much more.</p><p>“Do you want your reward?” he asked.</p><p>I felt a sense of sudden elation. All the unpleasantness of being face fucked washed away in the face of getting to enjoy my reward, which I assumed was Peter’s orgasm, or the symbol of his orgasm (his cum).</p><p>I nodded. “Yes, please.”</p><p>He stroked his cock over my face. “Never forget that my cum is a gift, that it’s a reward for your hard work, for being a good girl. Always make sure you cherish it.”</p><p>In the moment, I felt that way. I really did. I know it might sound crazy if you’re reading this, but I felt this deep, burning desire to taste his cum. I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted to swallow it. I wanted to consume it for him, to consume it as a symbol of a job well done.</p><p>As he stroked, a quiet groan escaped Peter’s lips. A look of lusty power came over his face and his cock ejaculated into my open, eager mouth. Several more followed. It was a huge load. I let it all rest on my tongue. I knew better than to swallow before I was given permission.</p><p>When he was finished, Peter stood above me and looked down. He admired his cum in my mouth. He smiled and gently caressed my face.</p><p>“You may swallow my gift,” he said.</p><p>I swallowed.</p><p>“Good girl,” he said.</p><p>What surprised me the most was how satisfied I felt as his cum slid down my throat. It was the first time in my life it felt good to swallow.</p><p><strong>Myles</strong></p><p>“Strip,” was the first thing Mistress Brooke said to me as I entered her office.</p><p>It still felt a little weird to get naked in front of her. In every other instance in my life, stripping in front of a woman was a prelude to sex. That was definitely not going to be the case with her.</p><p>Her eyes went right to my cock as soon as I was naked. I wasn’t hard, though I had gotten a little stiff. She smiled and let loose with this little, quiet laugh. It was painful, but in a way that I found a little arousing.</p><p>“I can see why Molly is unsatisfied,” she said.</p><p>I really didn’t have a response. I didn’t think my dick was that small, especially when hard. I knew it wasn’t big, though, so it’s not like I could convincingly argue with her. Plus, I knew I’d likely be punished if I did.</p><p>“You understand that size matters, right Myles?” Mistress Brooke asked.</p><p>“I do, Mistress,” I replied.</p><p>“Men with small dicks like yours often tell themselves it doesn’t. They work hard to convince themselves that they’re not inferior, but it’s simply not true.”</p><p>Mistress Brooke had stepped close enough that I could smell her perfume. I could see her bra through the semi-sheer blouse she was wearing. I could see the curves of her hips in the tight black skirt she had on.</p><p>She reached out and ran her fingers over my now-erect cock. It felt so fucking good.</p><p>“You are inferior, Myles, at least compared to a dominant, well-hung man like my husband. You cannot hope to offer your wife what Peter can. You cannot hope to provide her with the same sort of pleasure. That’s why you need to be trained to meet her needs in other ways. You understand that, don’t you?”</p><p>“I do, Mistress,” I said.</p><p>I did understand it. I wasn’t just saying what she wanted to hear. I wasn’t quite sure what it meant or how to tap into it, but I knew I was a submissive, I knew I couldn’t dominate my wife the way she needed to be dominated, and I knew my cock was probably below average.</p><p>“The life of a cuckold isn’t all pleasure, Myles. In fact, there are times when it might feel quite unpleasant. You’re probably not going to like sucking cock, but you’re going to do it. You’re probably not going to enjoy taking a strapon in the ass, but you’re going to do it. You’re probably not going to enjoy doing chores at home while your wife is out fucking her bull, but you’re going to do it.”</p><p>It felt like Mistress Brooke was laying out my future. I had no idea how soon those sorts of changes would happen in our life, but I could see where being so submissive that I did all of those things willingly could be pleasurable in its own right.</p><p>“Today, however, you’re going to watch your wife suck my husband’s cock,” she said.</p><p>My eyes went wide and my cock bounced. Mostly, I was surprised. I was really going to get to watch?</p><p>Mistress Brooke turned her computer monitor around, clicked something on her desktop, and a video popped up.</p><p>Molly was on her knees with Peter in front of her. She was kissing his cock through his underwear. The camera was looking down on them from the ceiling, so I couldn’t see every little detail. It was clear enough to show that my wife was in a worshipful kind of mood.</p><p>Then I had a moment of panic. “Wait, are you recording our sessions? Are you making videos of this?”</p><p>“No, Myles. It’s a live feed. That’s it. Nothing is being recorded. I promise. We respect your privacy above everything else.”</p><p>I breathed a sigh of relief.</p><p>On the screen, Molly pulled down Peter’s underwear and wrapped her lips around the older man’s much larger cock.</p><p>“She doesn’t suck your cock like that, does she Myles?” Mistress Brooke asked from behind me.</p><p>I stared at the screen. “No, she doesn’t.” She’d honestly never sucked my cock like that, even when we were young. It always seemed like she felt obligated to go down on me and never really felt like she was enjoying herself. She was definitely enjoying blowing Peter.</p><p>“That’s what it looks like when a woman truly wants to please a man. That’s why you’re not familiar with it, Myles. You don’t inspire that kind of passionate desire in your wife. You don’t give her what she needs, which is why she’s on her knees in front of my husband,” Mistress Brooke whispered.</p><p>Her fingers traced over the exposed skin of my ass. Goose bumps raised on my legs.</p><p>Molly tried to take more of Peter’s cock in her mouth. I watched her gag on it. I saw her choke. I felt kind of bad that it turned me on.</p><p>“Your wife will never give you that kind of pleasure,” Mistress Brooke whispered. “You will never feel her throat close around your cock. She will never gag on your dick. She will never want to make you feel good like she wants to make him feel good.”</p><p>That’s when she spanked my ass. It was a hard slap and it completely caught me by surprise.</p><p>“You’re a cuckold, Myles. A cuckold doesn’t deserve the pleasure of having his cock worshiped by a beautiful woman. A cuckold doesn’t deserve to feel his cock slide down a beautiful woman’s throat. You don’t deserve it.”</p><p>She spanked me again. I was expecting it this time, but it still hurt.</p><p>“Watch him fuck your wife’s mouth, Myles. Watch how he uses your beautiful wife. Watch how she gags on his cock because she wants to please him.”</p><p>She spanked me. I cried out in pain.</p><p>“You will never get to do that. You’re not man enough to do it, anyway, but you will never be granted the pleasure. Your wife will never submit to you like that. She will never offer you her mouth like that. You’re a cuckold. You don’t deserve that.”</p><p>Again her hand came down on my ass, this time twice in a row. Each cheek burned with pain. I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen.</p><p>Mistress Brooke moved beside me. Her fingers caressed my ass. Her touch felt soothing.</p><p>“She wants his cum, Myles. Has she ever wanted your cum like that?”</p><p>Peter was masturbating as he stood in front of Molly. Her mouth was open. She was looking at him in a worshipful kind of way. I couldn’t believe it was my wife.</p><p>“No, she hasn’t,” I answered. That was an absolute truth. Molly rarely lets me cum in her mouth. Almost never, in fact. She doesn’t swallow when she does, either.</p><p>“Look at your pretty wife, Myles. Look at her on her knees. Look at her taking my husband’s load in her mouth. Look at how eager she is to please him.”</p><p>I didn’t need Mistress Brooke to tell me to watch to do it. I had to watch. I needed to see Molly swallow Peter’s load. It took a great deal of effort not to masturbate.</p><p>Soon after Molly swallowed, Mistress Brooke attached a leather collar to my neck. She snapped it into place and attached a leash to it.</p><p>“Come,” she commanded while walking in front of me with the leash in her hand.</p><p>Mistress Brooke led me across the house and into Peter’s office. Molly stood naked in the middle of the room with Peter next to her.</p><p>“You’re unique, Molly,” Peter said. “You find pleasure in submission and dominance. You need both in your life.”</p><p>Molly looked so beautiful, and the fact that she had just swallowed someone else’s cum made my cock throb.</p><p>“Luckily, you’re married to an eager submissive. Just as your desire was to please me, your husband’s desire is to please you. Your training as a submissive will help you understand how to dominate your husband,” Peter continued.</p><p>Mistress Brooke pulled on the leash and led me into the room. She had me stand in front of Molly.</p><p>Mistress Brooke handed the leash to Molly and said, “Your husband’s submissive desires are the same as your own, only instead of wanting to please my husband, he wants to please you. He craves it. He needs it to feel satisfaction. He needs it to feel happy.”</p><p>For a few moments silence filled the room as Molly looked at me. My cock was rock hard and my heart was pounding. I knew it wasn’t my place to speak and I suspected that Peter and Mistress Brooke were waiting for Molly to do something.</p><p>She smiled and pulled on the leash. I stepped closer. “On your knees,” she said.</p><p>I fell to my knees and looked up at her. The submissiveness that was in her eyes while she sucked on Peter’s cock was gone.</p><p>“What do you want?” Molly asked as she held my gaze.</p><p>“I want to please you, Molly,” I answered. “I want to make you feel good.”</p><p>Molly smiled. “Open your mouth,” she said.</p><p>I did as ordered.</p><p>Molly leaned over until her face was directly above mine. Her lips moved. I couldn’t quite tell what she was doing. Then, a long string of spit emerged from her mouth. Slowly, it fell towards mine.</p><p>I felt an incredible sense of excitement as the spit hit my tongue. It tasted salty. I wondered if that was the remnants of Peter’s cum.</p><p>I held my mouth open like I’d seen Molly do after Peter came in her mouth. She smiled and said, “You may swallow.”</p><p>I did as I was told.</p><p>Molly stepped closer and gently guided my head between her legs. Her pussy was wet and her lips were enflamed. She was enormously aroused. I’d never seen her so slippery.</p><p>“Worship me, Myles. Make me cum.”</p><p>I did as my wife instructed.</p><p>“That’s very good, Molly,” Peter said as I licked my wife’s pussy. “Be clear in your instructions. Don’t make him guess. He wants to make you happy and he needs to know how to do that. He needs to know what you like and what you expect of him. He needs to know how to be a good cuckold for you.”</p><p>Molly moaned. “He’s definitely good at this,” she said.</p><p>I felt proud. I had always enjoyed eating my wife’s pussy and making her cum. I’d had quite a bit of practice, too.</p><p>“Make him practice more often, Molly,” Mistress Brooke encouraged her. “Make him go down on you at least once a day, two or three times if you can handle it. Make sure he keeps his hands off his cock while he’s doing it. His pleasure should come from worshiping you, not from stroking his inadequate cock.”</p><p>I felt like I was being dominated by three people at the same time. It made me want to do a better job.</p><p>Molly was moaning louder and more lustily. It seemed that my tongue was doing its job. She started to rub her pussy over my mouth, leaving her juices on my chin and lips.</p><p>“That’s lovely, Molly. Use him as you desire. He’s your cuckold and his primary purpose in life is to make you happy. Fuck his face if you need to.”</p><p>Molly did just that. She fucked my face as I used my tongue to pleasure her pussy. When she climaxed I felt a beautiful sense of joy build inside me. It was a release of sorts, though of course my cock wasn’t cumming. In some ways, it was better than an orgasm (though cumming is still amazing).</p><p>When Molly finally released my head, my face was covered in her slippery juices. She looked down at me. She collected some of her juices on her fingers and pushed them into my mouth. I sucked them clean without hesitation.</p><p>“Very good, Molly. You’re going to make a fine domme,” Peter said.</p><p>It was hard to argue with his assertion.</p>