<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="92091919" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p><strong>Molly</strong></p><p>Our next therapy session began with Myles following Mistress Brooke to her office and Peter leading me in the opposite direction.</p><p>“Strip,” he said as we stepped into his office.</p><p>I did as I was told, of course. Peter approached and reached out to touch me, stopping just short of caressing my skin. I looked up at him and silently pleaded for his touch. I’d spent the entire week craving what he could offer me that Myles couldn’t, after all.</p><p>Peter moved behind me and I stared straight ahead as he stepped close enough that I could feel the warmth coming off of his body, even through the suit he wore. He refused to touch me, though. He leaned down and his lips hovered over my skin, but they never made contact. My body yearned for him and he wouldn’t give me what I craved.</p><p>He moved in front of me once more and smiled. I remained still and silent, waiting for whatever command he wished to order. There was an incredible sense of freedom in surrendering control, especially after a week of playing the dominant role with Myles.</p><p>Peter’s hand moved between my legs and two fingers filled me. I was wet, but it hurt a little as he pushed inside me. He smiled as I winced. I held my hands at my sides as he worked his fingers in and out of me. He was vigorous and the sound of my wetness soon filled the small space of his office.</p><p>It didn’t take long before I was on the edge of an orgasm as Peter rubbed my clit in addition to fingering me. I felt my legs get weak and my knees actually buckled once or twice. He watched me, and right as I was on the brink of a climax he pulled his fingers from my pussy and pushed them into my mouth. I sucked them clean before gagging. He pushed them deeper. I gagged again.</p><p>As he filled my mouth I felt an intense kind of desire. I’d felt it before. It was rooted in the suffering. It was my desire to submit and the masochism attached to it bubbling to the surface. It was the look of pleasure in Peter’s eyes as he made me gag on his fingers while I sucked my juices off of them. It pushed me into that place that only Peter had ever been able to help me visit.</p><p>Peter pulled his fingers from my mouth, smiled, and said, “You can feel it, can’t you? You can feel the pleasure of submission.”</p><p>I nodded.</p><p>“That’s good,” he said. “It takes some women years to get to a place where they can go there so easily. It took you a few months. You were ready, I guess.”</p><p>Peter reached down and gently rubbed my clit in slow circles. I closed my eyes as pleasure emanated from between my legs.</p><p>“You won’t cum until I give you permission,” he stated.</p><p>“No, sir,” I replied.</p><p>I looked down to see that Peter had sprouted an erection. It took every bit of restraint I could muster not to reach out and touch it. I wanted to unzip him and fall to my knees in front of him. I wanted to take him in my mouth. I wanted to suck his cock until he exploded on my tongue.</p><p>Right when I was once again on the verge of an orgasm Peter pulled back. He looked at me and smiled. I imagined he found it quite pleasurable to tease me.</p><p>“Do you understand that Myles spends all day, every day feeling like you feel right now?” Peter asked.</p><p>“I think so,” I said as my thoughts turned to my husband.</p><p>“You are in a unique position to understand your husband in a way most women married to submissive man can’t. You know his experience because it’s your experience too. What you don’t know yet is that you hold the keys to a truly happy marriage. You two are exceptionally lucky. You fit together so well. Most dominant women don’t truly understand their submissives. You do, though. You just have to remember that you understand him. Remember that what he wants, more than anything, is to make you happy. That’s how you feel about me right now, isn’t it? You’d do just about anything to make me happy, wouldn’t you?” Peter asked.</p><p>“I would,” I said.</p><p>“What do you think Myles would want right now?” Peter asked.</p><p>My first thought was that Myles would want to watch Peter fuck me and that’s what I almost said. I caught myself and gave it a little thought, though, because that probably wasn’t the whole truth. Myles probably would have wanted a chance to participate, at least to a certain degree. He would have wanted to worship my body, to leave my pussy slick with desire before Peter filled me.</p><p>“I think Myles would want to be in this room. I think he’d want to be between my legs. I think he’d want to worship my pussy so I’d be absolutely soaked when you slide inside me,” I answered.</p><p>“Do you think Myles would enjoy using his tongue to enhance your pleasure as I fuck you?” Peter asked.</p><p>“I don’t know,” I said as I considered what that would mean.</p><p>“Do you think he’d do it if you told him to?” Peter asked.</p><p>“He would,” I answered. I was completely confident in that.</p><p>“Go retrieve your husband from my wife’s office,” Peter said.</p><p>“Of course,” I said before turning and heading to the other side of the house.</p><p><strong>Myles</strong></p><p>“Strip,” Mistress Brooke said as I followed her into her office.</p><p>I removed my clothes without hesitation, folding them neatly and leaving them by the door.</p><p>“Masturbate for me,” Mistress Brooke demanded as she turned, hiked her skirt up around her waist, and sat.</p><p>I wrapped my fingers around my soft cock and stroked as she reached into her panties. It looked very much like she was masturbating right along with me. Blood surged between my legs, leaving me with an erection.</p><p>“Very good,” Mistress Brooke said. “I like it when a young man enjoys being told what to do. You do enjoy that, don’t you Myles?”</p><p>“I do, mistress,” I answered.</p><p>“You enjoy doing what your wife tells you to do, don’t you Myles?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” I replied as my cock throbbed in my hand. Mistress Brooke’s fingers hadn’t slowed one bit and her breathing had gotten a little heavier.</p><p>Mistress Brooke pulled her fingers from her panties and pointed to the floor at her feet. “On your knees,” she said.</p><p>I walked forward and fell to my knees in front of her.</p><p>“Remove my panties,” she demanded.</p><p>I released my cock and reached up to pull her panties down, exposing her wet pussy. I stared between her legs. I thought of how she’d let me worship her the week before and how good she’d tasted.</p><p>“Look at me,” Mistress Brooke said.</p><p>I looked up at her and she reached between her legs again. I heard the sounds of her wetness but refused to let my gaze wander back.</p><p>“Do you understand that you’re not good enough, Myles?” she asked. “Do you understand that you cannot satisfy your wife, that she will require another man to truly satisfy her?”</p><p>I nodded. It was actually rather agonizing, but I nodded.</p><p>“Say it,” Mistress Brooke demanded.</p><p>“I know I’m not good enough, mistress,” I said.</p><p>“Do you understand that Molly will leave you if you can’t accept your place?” she asked.</p><p>That one I had trouble acknowledging. I think some part of me knew it was true, but I couldn’t help but cling to the idea that my willingness to service Molly in whatever way she wanted would be good enough.</p><p>“Your wife craves submission, Myles,” Mistress Brooke said. “Just like you, only you can’t dominate her. You don’t have it in you. You’re not as gifted as she is. You can’t switch from one role to the other and do so with ease. You can’t find pleasure in both roles. You’re not capable of it. That means your wife will need another man to satisfy that part of her. She will need to submit to another man and she will need to do so throughout her life. She will submit to countless men over the course of your lives together. They will show her the kind of pleasure you cannot, and she will show you the sort of pleasure you’ve always dreamed of.”</p><p>Reality can be difficult to deal with. My reality, in that moment, involved embracing the idea that my wife was always going to need another man. It felt bigger than her being with Peter during our sessions. It felt so much more invasive than it happening during the once a week we visited our therapists.</p><p>“I know,” I finally answered.</p><p>Mistress Brooke moaned like she found great pleasure in my admission. “Taste me,” she said. “Worship me. Claim your prize for being a good submissive.”</p><p>She moved her fingers away from her pussy and I lowered my head and tasted her. I pushed my tongue inside her. I soaked up her juices. I made love to her clit with my tongue and I was rewarded with her beautiful moans.</p><p>The office door opened and I heard Molly say, “Peter would like Myles to come to his office.”</p><p>“Very good,” Mistress Brooke replied. “We’ll be along shortly.”</p><p>I remained between Mistress Brooke’s legs as my wife delivered the message. The door shut once more and I continued to worship my therapist and the woman that had changed my marriage.</p><p>“Did you hear that?” she asked. “I suspect you’re going to watch my husband fuck your wife again, Myles. Doesn’t that sound lovely?”</p><p>“It does,” I answered.</p><p>“Good, let’s go then.”</p><p>Mistress Brooke stood and offered her hand. I took it and she helped me to my feet and led me to her husband’s office. Molly was naked and on her back on Peter’s couch when we entered.</p><p>“Come to me,” she said.</p><p>Mistress Brooke released my hand and I approached my wife as I took in the sight of her body. Her chest was flushed with desire and her nipples were hard. Her pussy lips looked slippery and enflamed. She was turned on. There was no question about it.</p><p>“Tend to my pussy,” Molly ordered. “Leave me clit alone, though. That’s not for you to pleasure right now. Get me wet. Show me that my pleasure is all that matters and get me wet for Peter’s cock.”</p><p>I moved between Molly’s legs and did as instructed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mistress Brooke remove her husband’s clothes. They shared a deep kiss as her fingers found his cock and stroked him until he was stiff.</p><p>“You’ve done such a wonderful job training her,” Mistress Brooke said as I continued to lick Molly’s pussy. “She’s going to be a perfect submissive for a very lucky man.”</p><p>“You’ve done a wonderful job with him,” Peter replied. “I’m quite confident he’s going to be the perfect submissive cuckold for his wife.”</p><p>“I think so too,” Mistress Brooke replied. “Now why don’t you give that beautiful girl what she needs?”</p><p>“That’s very good, Myles,” Peter said. “Your job is finished, for now. Move to your knees and watch.”</p><p>I moved from between Molly’s legs and fell to my knees on the office floor. Peter approached and helped Molly off the couch. He picked her up, grabbed her ass, and lowered her pussy onto his cock as they kissed. I looked up to see my wife impaled on another man’s cock. It was a sight unlike any other I’d ever witnessed.</p><p>“Please, fuck me,” Molly said.</p><p>“Why?” Peter asked.</p><p>“Because I want to make you feel good,” she said. “Because I want you to use my body for your pleasure. Because I want to be responsible for your orgasm.”</p><p>I thought of what Mistress Brooke had said, how Molly needed to submit. It resonated clearly as I listened to her beg Peter. It wasn’t that she wanted him to make her cum. It was that she wanted him to use her pussy to cum. She wanted to be the source of his pleasure, just like I wanted to be the source of Molly’s pleasure. It felt just a little unfair, though. I was being denied what I craved as I wasn’t being permitted to make Molly feel good. I had to watch as someone else did that. There was nothing I could do about it, though. Mistress Brooke and Molly had both been very clear that I wasn’t capable of pleasuring her when it was a sense of submission that she craved.</p><p>Peter sat on the couch with Molly still impaled on his cock. They kissed but she didn’t move. I knew she wanted to ride him, but I suspected she was waiting for permission like a good submissive would.</p><p>“Do you want to make me cum?” Peter asked.</p><p>“More than anything,” Molly replied.</p><p>His big hands squeezed her ass and Molly moaned. “Ride me,” he said.</p><p>I watched from my knees as my wife rode another man’s cock. It was different than watching him take her from behind. This was her doing the work. It was her working Peter’s dick with her pussy and doing so because she wanted to make him feel good. She was active instead of passive. It was painful, in a way.</p><p>“How does it feel, Myles?” Mistress Brooke asked.</p><p>“I can’t explain it,” I said. “It hurts. It’s a turn on. I don’t really understand.”</p><p>“You don’t need to,” she replied. “You just need to submit. You need to watch. You need to give Molly the gift of being a good cuckold.”</p><p>“I will,” I replied. I felt everything all at once. It was overwhelming, but I was ready for it. I’d been prepared for it. I’d been trained by Mistress Brooke.</p><p>“Does it feel good, Molly? Does it feel good to ride me with your tight pussy?” Peter asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Molly replied before uncorking a long, lovely moan.</p><p>“Stop,” he demanded.</p><p>Molly stopped, but she made her displeasure known by unleashing a frustrated groan.</p><p>“Spin around on my cock,” Peter said. “Look at your husband as you ride me. Stare into his eyes as you try and make me cum in your pussy.”</p><p>Molly spun around with remarkable speed. I wondered if it was Peter’s stated intention to cum inside her that inspired her desire. Her eyes were fiery with desire.</p><p>She stared at me while riding him. He played with her breasts, pulling hard on her nipples and making her wince. She held my gaze throughout. I couldn’t look away. I listened to the sounds of sex. I saw him playing with her breasts like they were his personal toys. I saw my wife give Peter her pussy for his pleasure. I felt jealousy, arousal, frustration, and so much more.</p><p>“Use him for your pleasure,” Peter said. “If you want me to cum inside you, use him for your pleasure.”</p><p>“Lick my clit,” Molly said to me. “Right now, Myles. Lick my clit. Lick my clit while he’s inside me. Lick it while I ride him.”</p><p>I hesitated. I looked back at Mistress Brooke. “Do as you’re told, cuckold,” she said in a surprisingly harsh voice. “This is your place. This is what you wanted. Don’t forget that.”</p><p>“Do it, Myles,” Molly demanded as she continued to ride Peter’s cock. “Lick my clit. Worship it. Show me that you know your place. Show me that you’ll be a good cuckold. Lick my clit while he’s fucking me.”</p><p>I crawled between Peter’s legs. I leaned closer. The sound of his cock moving in and out of my wife’s pussy grew louder.</p><p>“Lick my clit, cuckold,” Molly said.</p><p>Her voice was harsh and it turned me on. It was incredibly hot. I leaned closer. I flicked my tongue over her clit and she moaned. I moved my head up and down to try and keep pace with the sex.</p><p>“Does it feel good?” Peter asked.</p><p>Molly moaned. “It’s incredible. It’s fucking incredible.”</p><p>I moved a little closer so I could get more of my tongue on her clit. I wanted to offer my wife the pleasure she craved. It felt a little scary to be so close to Peter’s cock, but it was my place to submit.</p><p>It was inevitable that my tongue would touch his cock. It couldn’t be helped. I’d committed to licking her pussy so of course it happened. I don’t know what I thought I’d feel, but it wasn’t disgusting. It wasn’t repulsive. It was nothing, really. It was just another part of being a submissive. It didn’t even taste different, though that’s likely because he was coated in Molly’s juices.</p><p>Molly rode Peter faster and in her desire to make him cum he slipped out of her pussy. His cock slapped against my face and I fell back, mostly from a sense of surprise. Molly laughed as she grabbed his cock to put it back inside her. She hesitated, though.</p><p>“Stick your tongue out,” she said.</p><p>I stuck my tongue out and a truly devious look crossed her face. Molly slapped the head of Peter’s cock against my tongue and moaned as she did it. It turned her on. Again I felt no sense of revulsion. I’m not quite sure I felt desire, but seeing that look of lust in my wife’s eyes made me willing to do just about anything for her.</p><p>“You can finally see it, can’t you?” Mistress Brooke asked. “You can see that your husband is willing to do anything to make you happy, can’t you?”</p><p>“I can,” Molly said.</p><p>“Never forget that,” Peter added. “Don’t abuse his willingness to serve, though. That’s what makes a good domme.”</p><p>Molly slapped the head of Peter’s cock against my tongue once more before taking him inside her again.</p><p>“I want you to lick his shaft,” she said. “I want you to add to his pleasure. Make him feel good while I make him feel good. Help him cum inside me.”</p><p>I did as I was told and my cock throbbed as I did it. I couldn’t believe it, but there was no hesitation in me. I licked Peter’s shaft as Molly rode him. My tongue followed her pussy up and down as we effectively double teamed him.</p><p>“I’m close,” Peter said.</p><p>Molly moaned in response. She was close, too. Not to an orgasm, but to getting what she wanted. She was close to making her dom cum. In that moment, that’s what she craved. Of course it’s what she craved.</p><p>She rode Peter faster and I licked him faster. She moaned louder. I heard Mistress Brooke moan too. She was getting off on it just like the rest of us.</p><p>I knew Peter was cumming when I felt his shaft pulse against my tongue. He was releasing his semen in my wife’s pussy and I was licking his cock while he did it. Molly sank down on his dick and moved my tongue over her pussy lips and clit along with his shaft.</p><p>“Make me cum, cuckold,” she said.</p><p>She came quickly. I’m fairly certain Peter was still unloading inside her when my tongue brought Molly off. Peter played with her nipples and they kissed as she moaned into his mouth while I got what I wanted, which was to give her pleasure.</p><p>After a while Molly had me hand her a wad of tissues so she could catch Peter’s cum when she lifted her pussy from his cock. She thanked him for cumming inside her – what a strange thing that was to hear – and we all got dressed. The session had come to an end.</p><p>“You’re ready,” Mistress Brooke said as they walked us out of the house.</p><p>“Ready for what?” Molly asked.</p><p>“Ready to find a dom,” Peter replied. “It’s time to step outside the safety of our sessions and find someone in the real world that can give you what you crave. I’ll email you a few resources to help with your search. It will feel a little scary when you first start, but this is the next step and you can trust us when we say that you’re ready.”</p><p>“Will we see you again?” Molly asked.</p><p>“Let’s schedule an appointment for a month from now,” Mistress Brooke said. “You can cancel it if you like, but you’re welcome to come in and discuss any issues you’re having transitioning to your new lifestyle.”</p><p>“That sounds wonderful,” Molly said. “We’ll see you in a month, then.” She turned to me, took my hand, and said, “Come. We have work to do.”</p><p>I was a little nervous, but in truth, I couldn’t have been more excited.</p>