<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="87692208" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p><strong>Myles</strong></p><p>Mistress Brooke and Peter stepped out of the house as we approached. They stood in front of the door, each adopting what I’d describe as a dominant stance and blocking our entry, though it wasn’t the slightest bit menacing.</p><p>“Welcome,” Mistress Brooke said. “How was your week?”</p><p>“Wonderful,” Molly answered. “Myles proved to be an exceptional submissive. The lesson’s you’ve taught him seem to have taken hold.”</p><p>“And for you?” Peter asked. “Did you enjoy being in control?”</p><p>“I did,” Molly replied as we stood across from the husband and wife that had, in many ways, taken control of us.</p><p>“Did it bring you pleasure?” Mistress Brooke asked.</p><p>“It did,” Molly answered. “There was a sense of freedom in it, too. I liked knowing that Myles would do as I asked. I liked knowing that there wasn’t going to be a fight if I expressed a desire or had him do something that I knew he wouldn’t be entirely excited about. I denied him the chance to orgasm the entire week and while I’m sure it didn’t make him happy, he didn’t fight me.”</p><p>“Very good,” Mistress Brooke said before her gaze turned to me. “Myles, I’d like you to remove your clothes.”</p><p>That’s not the sort of thing I normally do outdoors, but the relative privacy of their home meant that I had little to worry about. Plus, I wasn’t keen on disobeying Mistress Brooke. So, I stripped while they all watched. I was still excited from the teasing handjob I’d received on the drive over and my cock was half hard with a little bit of precum dripping from the tip when I pulled down my underwear.</p><p>“I did a little teasing on the way over here,” Molly said.</p><p>Mistress Brooke smiled. “Why is that?”</p><p>“It’s fun to tease him. It makes me feel powerful and it excites me. I like knowing that I have control over his orgasms and his cock. I like knowing that I could play with him all I wanted and not let him cum and he wouldn’t just jerk off and do it himself. He’d let me put him back in his pants and suffer. Plus, he tends to be so much more willing to submit when he’s turned on,” Molly answered.</p><p>“She’s learning,” Peter said as he glanced at his wife. “She’s learning quite well, it seems.” He looked at Molly and said, “Molly, please remove your clothes.”</p><p>It seemed that Molly didn’t take a moment to consider the order. She simply did it, and she did so while staring at Peter. There was something in the way she looked at him that made me feel both jealous and insecure. It also made me feel like she’d do just about anything for him.</p><p>“Myles, move behind your wife and get on your knees,” Mistress Brooke said.</p><p>I did as ordered and was greeted with a lovely view of my wife’s ass.</p><p>“Worship your wife’s asshole,” Mistress Brooke ordered.</p><p>I reached up and spread Molly’s ass cheeks. For just a moment I admired her asshole and then I leaned forward and pressed my face between her lovely cheeks. I licked her asshole gleefully and Molly responded with a moan.</p><p>I heard footsteps. They were heavy. Peter was approaching. “How does it feel to have your husband worshiping your ass?” he asked.</p><p>“It feels good, sir,” Molly replied.</p><p>She moaned and I was quite certain I heard the sound of her pussy being played with. The wetness was unmistakable. Peter must have slipped his fingers inside her.</p><p>“Is that why you’re wet?” Peter asked.</p><p>“No, sir,” Molly replied. “That’s not the only reason, that is.”</p><p>Molly moaned as I continued to worship her ass while Peter played with her pussy.</p><p>“Why are you so wet, then?” he asked.</p><p>“Because of you, sir,” Molly replied. “Because of what you give me. Because you’re the only man I’ve ever met that can dominate me like I crave.”</p><p>“Very good,” Peter said. “Come inside. Leave your clothes on the front porch.”</p><p>Molly walked away and I remained on my knees. Peter had taken her hand and they walked into the house as I felt a sense of jealousy. It wasn’t because I wanted to fuck Molly, though. It was because I wanted to watch. I was jealous that Peter was going to play with her without me getting to see it all unfold.</p><p>“What’s the matter?” Mistress Brooke asked.</p><p>“I want to watch,” I answered.</p><p>“Watch what?” she asked.</p><p>“I want to watch your husband give my wife what she craves,” I answered.</p><p>Mistress Brooke smiled and stepped closer. She looked down at my stiff cock and over my body before saying, “Does the idea of watching turn you on?”</p><p>I nodded.</p><p>“Do you know why it turns you on?” she asked.</p><p>“No,” I answered. I’d never given it much thought. It was the sort of thing that seemed to build up a little more each time we had a session.</p><p>“It’s a good thing that it turns you on,” Mistress Brooke said, “and while it’s hard to say exactly why you’re aroused by the idea of my husband fucking your wife, it’s likely a mixture of your sense of joy at watching your wife experience pleasure and your masochism.”</p><p>“Masochism?” I asked.</p><p>“Yes, Myles. Wouldn’t you admit that it’s a little bit painful to know that you cannot satisfy your wife?” Mistress Brooke replied. “Doesn’t it hurt to know that you will never be able to give the woman you love what she actually needs, sexually speaking? Doesn’t it make you feel like less of a man?”</p><p>I’d grappled with that pain from our first session with Mistress Brooke. I suspect it’s a difficult thing for any man in my position to confront.</p><p>“Yes, it’s painful,” I admitted.</p><p>“And yet your cock is still hard. In fact, I’m quite certain you experienced arousal as I told you that you’re incapable of satisfying your wife. You heard me describe your inadequacy and you got turned on. You experienced the pain and you felt pleasure. That’s masochism, even if it’s not the sort that involves you taking pleasure in a painful spanking,” Mistress Brooke explained.</p><p>“Why am I like this?” I asked.</p><p>Mistress Brooke smiled and ran her fingers through my hair. It was a warm, soothing act of comfort that calmed my heart rate and washed away some of the angst I was feeling.</p><p>“That answer is much harder to come by,” she said, “And even if we discovered the answer I’m quite certain it wouldn’t be of any use to you. You are this way. The why doesn’t really matter. What matters is that you embrace your reality. You are a submissive. You have masochistic tendencies. More than anything you want to make your wife happy, even if that means letting her explore her sexuality with other men. My husband is the first man she’ll explore with, but he’s far from the last, Myles. Your wife will spend the rest of your marriage enjoying other men. She’ll submit to them. She’ll offer her body to them. It will seem like she’s giving them everything and you’re left on the sidelines to grapple with the complicated feelings that arise. That’s your place and I’m going to help you embrace that.”</p><p>“Thank you,” I said as a sense of genuine warmth and happiness rushed through my body. I knew she was right and I was grateful to have someone willing to help me through what seemed like it might be a difficult journey.</p><p><strong>Molly</strong></p><p>My pussy gushed with desire as Peter took me inside and to his office. Having his fingers inside me – and having him do it outdoors – provided an incredible rush of pleasure that I wanted more of. I felt like I was his toy as he played with me, like I would have done absolutely anything he wanted. There’s such freedom in that.</p><p>We reached his office and he gestured to the floor. I fell to my knees and looked up at him. My body hummed with an indescribable sort of desire. I wasn’t sure what he had planned for me – there was always a chance he wouldn’t even let me see his cock, let alone pleasure it – but I desperately wanted to be able to make him feel good.</p><p>“I’m going to fuck you today, Molly,” he said.</p><p>I swear, I almost came as the words left his lips. It felt like an out of body experience. The implication of his words wormed its way through my body and left me overwhelmed with pleasure. I couldn’t speak. I desperately wanted to masturbate, too. I just wanted to relieve the sense of desire that flooded my body.</p><p>“Does that please you?” Peter asked.</p><p>“More than I could possibly describe, sir,” I answered.</p><p>“You may stand and undress me,” Peter said.</p><p>“Thank you, sir,” I said as I stood and did as he desired.</p><p>Peter looks better naked than most men, particularly men his age. He clearly works hard to stay in shape and it pays off. He’s far more muscular than Myles and there’s something about the thickness of his body that makes him seem powerful. He makes me feel small, too. All of it only enhances my desire to surrender to him.</p><p>I couldn’t help but stare as I stripped him. I let my eyes wander over his body. I drank him in. I looked at his cock. I imagined it inside me. I imagined it giving me the most intense pleasure imaginable.</p><p>“On your knees,” Peter said.</p><p>I fell to my knees.</p><p>“Do you want to suck my cock, Molly?” he asked.</p><p>“Yes, sir,” I said as I nodded.</p><p>“You’ll have to earn that,” he said. “For now you can suck my balls. You’re not permitted to use your hands, though, even to move my cock out of the way.”</p><p>I dropped down, pushed his flaccid cock aside with my face, and took his balls into my mouth. I looked up at Peter as I ran my tongue over the hairy, wrinkled flesh and soaked up his manly taste.</p><p>The office door opened and Peter smiled. “Welcome,” he said. “Have you decided that Myles should get to watch?”</p><p>“I’m not sure,” Mistress Brooke said. “He’s going to spend some time between my legs. If he does a good job pleasuring my pussy I’ll let him watch you satisfy his wife’s need for a real man.”</p><p>I heard Myles groan as I continued to worship Peter’s testicles. I heard the sound of someone sitting on the couch.</p><p>“On your knees, Myles,” Mistress Brooke said. “Worship me while your wife worships my husband. Show me that you deserve the chance to watch.”</p><p>Peter stepped back and I instinctively kept my mouth open like it was little more than a receptacle for his genitals. He stroked his cock until it reached a semi-erect state and stepped forward again. He brushed the head over my lips but I refrained from trying to swallow him. I knew he wanted me to wait for permission and I wanted to be a good submissive for him.</p><p>“What do you crave, Molly?” he asked.</p><p>“Your cock, sir,” I replied. “I crave your cock. I want to make you feel good. I want to give you pleasure. I want to make you cum.”</p><p>“Do you ever crave your husband’s cock?” Peter asked.</p><p>“No, sir,” I said. “I like to make him feel good, but I don’t crave it. Not in the same way I crave you.”</p><p>“Why is that?” Peter asked.</p><p>“Because Myles can’t give me what I need. He’s not capable of dominating me in the way I need. He’s not capable of fully satisfying me, sir,” I answered.</p><p>“You may suck my cock,” Peter said.</p><p>“Thank you, sir,” I replied before wrapping my lips around the head of his cock and offering a slow, sensual, seductive blowjob. I worshiped his cock. I really did. I did everything I could to make him feel good and in doing so I unleashed a kind of submissive pleasure I’m not sure I’ve ever felt. It was a full body experience, like I was suddenly enveloped in an unfamiliar kind of joy. It refused to fade, too. Every moment I had him in my mouth was a moment of pure joy.</p><p>“Your wife is a tremendous cocksucker, Myles,” Mistress Brooke said. “She looks so beautiful with Peter’s dick in her mouth. She’s working so hard to make him feel good. Would you like to see it? Would you like to see your wife sucking cock?”</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” Myles replied.</p><p>“Go ahead,” she said. “Watch your wife pleasure him. Watch her suck his cock. Watch her give him what she doesn’t give you.”</p><p>I’m not entirely sure why, but the idea that Myles was watching made me work harder to pleasure Peter. I wanted to make my husband jealous. There’s a chance I wanted to punish him a little bit. After all, I was fellating Peter with such passion because he could give me something that Myles had never been able to give me.</p><p>I’m not sure how much time passed before Peter stepped back, but it must have been a solid five minutes of oral pleasure. My jaw ached a little but my pussy was absolutely soaked.</p><p>“On your hands and knees,” Peter said. “Face your husband.”</p><p>Once again I experienced a wild, wonderful rush of feelings, mostly concentrated between my legs. My pussy actually tingled and it moved throughout my pelvis as I got on my hands and knees and faced Myles. I knew what was coming next. I knew Peter was about to fuck me.</p><p>Myles was sitting on the floor between Mistress Brooke’s legs. She was gently playing with her pussy as she possessively ran her fingers through his hair. Myles looked as though he was experiencing a wide range of feelings all at once, including a dose of angst.</p><p>“Tell your husband what you want,” Peter said.</p><p>“I want Peter to fuck me. I need him to fuck me. I need him to take my body. I need him to use me for his pleasure. I need him to fill me with his big, beautiful cock. I need him to use me until he cums. I need it more than anything, Myles. I need it more than I’ve ever needed anything,” I said.</p><p>“Why do you need it?” Mistress Brooke asked.</p><p>“Because I’ve been unsatisfied for years,” I said. “Because our sex life has always lacked something. Because I’ve never been truly fucked by a man. Because I’ve never been dominated like I need, like I crave, like my body desires.”</p><p>Precum dripped from the tip of Myles’s cock as he listened. I wanted to reach out and play with him, to offer him a little pleasure as I lobbed such painful words his way, but I didn’t. I hadn’t been given permission to do so, and in Brooke and Peter’s household they were in charge.</p><p>“What do you want, Myles?” Mistress Brooke asked.</p><p>“I want Peter to fuck my wife, mistress,” Myles answered.</p><p>Peter rubbed his cock over my pussy lips and I moaned. I moaned loudly, too. Just the feel of his stiff dick was enough to make my body cry out. I honestly couldn’t have controlled myself if I wanted to. I was desperate.</p><p>He slid inside me with ease. His cock is big, but I was soaked and ready to be fucked. I was desperate for it and my body opened up as he filled me. My mouth opened and a series of low, wild groans escaped my lips. Pleasure enveloped my entire body and my knees and elbows nearly buckled as it felt like I was going to lose control.</p><p>Peter held still when the entirety of his cock filled me. He gathered my hair and took a tight grip. He pulled hard and I arched my back.</p><p>“You will not cum,” Peter said. “Do you understand?”</p><p>“Yes, sir,” I replied.</p><p>He pulled out slowly and filled me once more. Again I groaned in ways I’m not sure I’d ever groaned before.</p><p>“Can you see the pleasure she’s experiencing, Myles?” Mistress Brooke asked.</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” Myles replied.</p><p>“Have you ever made her feel that way?” she asked.</p><p>“No, mistress,” he answered.</p><p>Myles is a wonderful man and the submissive version of him would do literally anything to make me happy, but there’s no question he’d never made me feel the way I felt with Peter’s cock inside me. It’s not even about size or sexual skill. It’s about domination and submission. It’s about Peter being a natural dom and spending weeks demonstrating his skill in that arena. It’s about Peter teasing out my submissive side and showing me that worshiping a dominant man like him is where I will find the greatest pleasure.</p><p>“I’m going to fuck you now,” Peter said.</p><p>He pulled harder on my hair and his thrusts sped up. His cock pistoned in and out of my body at a remarkable pace. He used the power his muscular frame allowed him to generate and soon the sound of his pelvis meeting my ass filled the office.</p><p>It was a kind of doggystyle fucking I’d never experienced before. It was aggressive and powerful and a little painful. Peter took my pussy. He used it. He used me. He pursued his pleasure and in doing so he pushed me deeper into that blissful place a submissive goes when they’re being dominated by someone with skill. Despite the mild discomfort my entire body filled with pleasure. It was the first time I’d ever experienced sex like that and it felt life-changing.</p><p>It was also the first time I felt like I could have cum purely from doggystyle sex. I’ve cum in that position before, but it’s always been from reaching down to play with my clit or having the guy offer his finger in addition to his cock. This was different, though. This was all the pleasure rushing through my body coalescing between my legs and actually bringing me right to the edge of orgasm. It was exquisitely frustrating to refrain from cumming, but I did. I kept myself right on the edge and refused to go over because I hadn’t been given permission.</p><p>“Do you want him to cum in your wife?” Mistress Brooke asked.</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” Myles answered.</p><p>“Is that what you want, Molly? Do you want me to cum inside you?” Peter asked.</p><p>“Yes, sir,” I replied breathlessly. “Please, cum inside me. Cum in my pussy.”</p><p>I came within a hair’s breadth of cumming when he asked me that question. The idea of Peter unleashing his seed in my pussy was astoundingly hot. Had someone kissed my clit I would have had an explosive orgasm. It took all my strength to resist cumming.</p><p>Instead of cumming inside me, Peter pulled out. He pulled on my hair and moved me to my knees in front of him. He stroked his cock and right when the head swelled up he pushed it in my mouth and came.</p><p>The look of pleasure on his face as he came in my mouth was reward enough for me. Making my dom feel good in that way was thrilling in ways I can’t describe. It filled my body with a deep sense of satisfaction. I had given him pleasure. I had brought him to an orgasm. I had made him feel good.</p><p>“Share my load with your husband,” Peter said as he pulled his cock from my mouth.</p><p>I turned and crawled to Myles. He looked a little scared, but he didn’t shy away when I kissed him and pushed Peter’s cum into his mouth. He moaned as our tongues moved together and the cum got a little frothy.</p><p>“Both of you swallow,” Mistress Brooke said.</p><p>Myles and I stared into each other’s eyes as we swallowed Peter’s gift. I kissed him again and then turned to Peter. “Thank you for fucking me, sir,” I said. “Thank you for letting me make you cum. Thank you for cumming in my mouth.”</p><p>“You’re welcome,” he said. “I want you to have sex with your husband tonight. I want you to let him cum inside you. Let him experience the bliss of his wife’s body and try your best to enjoy yourself.”</p><p>“Yes, sir,” I said.</p><p>I turned to Myles and saw gleeful excitement in his eyes. I can’t say I was overly thrilled at the idea of having sex with him, but I did like the idea of doing as Peter said and of giving my husband the kind of pleasure he craved. Plus, Myles deserved something nice after a week of denial.</p><p>“We’re finished for today,” Mistress Brooke said. “Molly, please continue to dominate Myles this week, and try your best to expand what that means. Explore new ways of finding pleasure in making your husband submit.”</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” I said. “Thank you both for today. Thank you for everything.”</p><p>“It’s our pleasure,” Peter said. “You’re both growing quite nicely into your roles. Better than most couples we train, in fact.”</p><p>“Thank you, sir,” I said.</p><p>Not long after, Myles and I were in the car and on our way home. I’m quite certain he was thinking about having sex with me, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Peter and how deeply satisfying the sex had been. I hadn’t been allowed to cum, but that was probably part of the plan. It left me wanting more, just like I’d left Myles wanting more throughout the week. I’d have to wait another week to have Peter again, though.</p>