<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=submissive%20diary">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of this story.</p><p><img data-media-id="87692079" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p><strong>Myles</strong></p><p>Molly used me all week. She used me just like Mistress Brooke instructed her to. It was incredible.</p><p>It actually started in the car. We were halfway home from our latest therapy appointment when Molly pulled the car over and instructed me to get out. I did so, though I’ll admit that I feared she was going to do something cruel like make me walk home.</p><p>Instead, she crawled into the backseat, stripped out of every bit of clothing on her lower half, and ordered me between her legs. I opened the door with such force I thought I might damage it. Then I crawled into the backseat and worshiped her pussy.</p><p>I felt an incredible kind of high as I did it. I suspect lots of submissive guys feel that, but there was something so hot about the way Molly demanded that I make her cum and the fact that she did it on the side of the road in our car was wondrous too. I kind of liked how the usual car oral paradigm – girls going down on guys – was flipped, too. I liked being the one giving pleasure.</p><p>Later that night Molly had me take a shower with her. She had me wash her body from head to toe and it proved far more erotic than I expected. She wanted it to be a slow, sensual experience and it really was. I was hard the entire time, too, in no small part because she kept stroking me and we’d share the occasional kiss.</p><p>After the shower I dried us both off and Molly grabbed my cock and led me to the bed. She had me lie down and straddled my face before spinning around. For a moment I was absolutely certain we were going to 69. Instead, Molly spread her ass cheeks and dropped her asshole onto my face. She instructed me to worship her ass and I went to work. It was a unique, exquisite experience to feel her ass around my face as I licked her hole. I could feel her pussy against my chin and as she ran her fingers up and down my chest and stomach my cock throbbed.</p><p>There was more dirty talk than I expected, too. Molly called me her “dirty little ass eating subby,” and her “ass worshiping bitch,” among other things. I loved her choice of words, but I really, really loved how turned on she seemed to get when she uttered them. It was like she was using the verbal play to enhance her sense of domination.</p><p>After the ass worship Molly crawled towards my cock, spun around, and let her pussy hover just over the tip. I didn’t think she’d fuck me, but I certainly hoped she would. She did not, of course. Instead, she teased me by masturbating with her pussy just a few inches from my cock. Every so often her fingers would brush over the head or I’d feel just a hint of her pussy lips against my flesh, but she never took me inside her. Instead, Molly had another orgasm and denied me.</p><p>She spent the whole week denying me, in fact. Each and every day Molly would get me to a place of intense, incredible lust and then deny me the opportunity to cum. Each day she would have me make her cum, too. I used my tongue, fingers, and even a vibrating toy to get her off. I did all of it eagerly, too. It was frustrating not to be able to cum – and it was difficult not to surrender to my desire and masturbate – but I managed to make it through the week without cumming.</p><p>The day before our next appointment Molly woke me up with a handjob. She was kissing my neck and stroking my cock when I emerged from sleep and I was already hard. It’s really something to wake up in a state of full arousal. I was alert and eager and when Molly told me to go down on her I did so without hesitation.</p><p>I crawled under the sheets, moved between her legs, and worshiped her pussy. I pursued giving her an orgasm like I was pursuing my own pleasure, likely because my week had made it clear that the only real sense of release I was going to get was when I made Molly cum. So I did. It didn’t take long, either. It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before she had an orgasm on my tongue.</p><p>After her orgasm we showered. I didn’t wash her this time, though. Instead, Molly washed me. It was surprisingly romantic and it was utterly impossible not to be hard throughout.</p><p>Molly took a great deal of time to wash my cock and balls. Her hands moved slowly and assuredly over my genitals but she never offered quite enough pleasure to make me cum. That seemed to be part of the plan, though. She had no intention of making me cum. She wanted to draw it out. She wanted to tease me. She wanted me to be out of my mind with desire, and she did a great job.</p><p>Once she was finished teasing me, Molly told me to get on my knees. She told me to beg for the chance to taste her pussy. The fire in her eyes as she instructed me to beg was incredible. It was like she was embracing her dominant side in real time. So I begged. I begged profusely for the chance to worship her pussy. Eventually she granted my request. She pulled me between her legs and she let me pleasure her until she had an orgasm. Then she had me stay on my knees while she finished washing her body. She got out and dried herself off before letting me turn the water off. I was still hard, though I’m certain that’s no surprise to any of you.</p><p>The whole week left me primed for whatever Mistress Brooke and Peter had planned for our next therapy session.</p><p><strong>Molly</strong></p><p>Mistress Brooke has done wonderful things for Myles. She’s expertly awakened and teased out his submissive side, leading to a week of service and orgasms for me. The most impressive thing is that Myles didn’t ask me to give him an orgasm. He simply accepted that I wasn’t going to give him one. Mostly I wanted to see if he could hold out for a week and I was truly delighted when he could.</p><p>I usually drive when we go to therapy, but for this particular appointment I had him drive. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock before he’d backed out of the driveway. I wanted to play.</p><p>“You know what I’ve been thinking about all week?” I asked him. Myles was already hard. A week without an orgasm will do that to a guy, I guess.</p><p>“No,” he answered.</p><p>“I’ve been thinking about Peter,” I said. “I’ve been thinking about him fucking me. I’ve been thinking about how badly I want him to fuck me, about how badly I need him to fuck me. I can’t stop thinking about it. Every time you went down on me this week I thought about him.”</p><p>Myles groaned and I loosened my grip and slowed down a little. I didn’t want him cumming, after all. I just wanted to tease him. I wasn’t lying, though. I hadn’t mentioned it, but I’d spent my week thinking about Peter. He’d let me worship his cock, but he hadn’t fucked me. He was teasing me. Each and every week he teased me. He dominated me with such confidence and he left me a soaking wet mess each and every time. I can’t even come close to explaining how badly I needed him to fuck me.</p><p>“Do you think he’ll fuck me this week, Myles?” I asked. “Do you think he’ll give your wife the pleasure of making him cum with my pussy?”</p><p>“I hope so,” Myles said.</p><p>“Is that true?” I asked. “Do you really want Peter to fuck me?”</p><p>Myles glanced at me as I slowly stroked his cock. “I know it’s what you want,” he said. “I know you crave the kind of domination Peter gives you. I know that dominating me doesn’t fully satisfy you. I know that you need so much more than I can give you.”</p><p>Honestly, I wanted to give Myles a blowjob as a reward for understanding me. I didn’t, of course, but the thought occurred to me. It felt wondrous to know that my husband had taken Mistress Brooke’s teachings to heart and that he’d come to accept that I wasn’t like most women.</p><p>“Thank you for understanding,” I said. It wasn’t a blowjob, but it brought a smile to Myles’s face. “That’s why I didn’t let you cum, you know. I’m hoping Peter will be proud of me for controlling your orgasms and refusing to let you have the climax you wanted.”</p><p>We were close, so I released Myle’s cock and put him back in his pants.</p><p>“I really enjoyed this week,” he said. “I’d like to have an orgasm every now and then, but it was more exciting than I thought it would be to spend my week entirely focused on you.”</p><p>“You’re going to cum a lot less than you used to, Myles. If I learned anything this week it’s that you’re far more submissive when you’re horny,” I explained. He really was better behaved. I suppose that’s the case with most submissive men. It was interesting to see it play out, though. With each passing day Myles seemed more willing to do just about anything I wanted. I probably could have had him doing most of the household chores if I really wanted.</p><p>“A few months ago that would have sounded like the worst idea imaginable,” Myles said. “Now it’s kind of exciting.”</p><p>“I wonder how long you could go without an orgasm,” I mused. “Maybe we’ll get a chance to find out.”</p><p>Myles pulled into the driveway and smiled at me. He looked excited about the idea of long term orgasm denial. I know the excitement was driven by his ever-increasing sense of desire, but it made me think that long term denial really was possible. The longer he was denied, the more excited he would get. The possibilities seemed endless and it made me feel like I had so much more to explore as I grew into my role as his domme.</p><p>It was time for our next session, though, and the moment we got out of the car my thoughts shifted to Peter. I was experiencing a desire similar to the one Myles felt, I suppose. I’d spent my week enjoying lovely orgasms, but I’d been denied the chance to submit to a man like Peter. I’d been denied the chance to pleasure a dominant man and my body craved that experience. It needed it. Myles could go down on me all day, every day and he’d never be able to replicate that experience. That, of course, was the other lesson I learned during my week of being worshiped by my husband. Despite his willingness to do whatever I wanted, he still wasn’t enough. He just wasn’t capable of it. I needed a dominant man.</p>