<p>Welcome to a brand new ongoing story for my Femdom supporters. This kinky adventure will be told in the style of a diary were a couple takes turns recounting the experiences they had while being trained to embrace their submissiveness by a dominant husband and wife team. I expect it to go on for quite some time as there's a lot of really fun stuff to explore here. I hope you enjoy it! This first one is quite long, but subsequent chapters will be a little shorter.</p><p><img data-media-id="30100910" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p><strong>Molly</strong></p><p>This wild, wonderful journey we’ve been on began in couples therapy. Things had gotten more difficult in our marriage than they needed to be. Myles and I were fighting all the time and it was almost always over stupid stuff. It felt like we were losing each other, that our marriage was developing deep, dangerous fractures that we couldn’t possibly solve. That’s why we booked an appointment with Dr. Samuels.</p><p>I did a fair amount of research ahead of time. I always do. I tend to do too much research and end up wasting time. Dr. Samuels said I have control issues in the very first session, though her solution to that was a little different than most, as you’ll discover.</p><p>Anyway, Myles was happy to go along with my desire to book an appointment with Dr. Samuels, as usual.</p><p>One of the first things we talked about was my frustration with him being seemingly uninterested in actively participating in the decisions that every couple has to make. Dr. Samuels had an out of the box solution for that, too.</p><p>Our sex life was the real problem, though. We just couldn’t make it work in a way that came close to truly satisfying either of us, and we couldn’t figure out why.</p><p>“How often do you have sex?” Dr. Samuels asked.</p><p>“Two to three times a week, on average,” I answered.</p><p>“Is that correct, Myles?” she asked.</p><p>“Yeah, that’s accurate,” he agreed.</p><p>“And how long have you been married?”</p><p>“Four years,” I said.</p><p>“Two or three times a week is more than most couples, even at your age, you know,” Dr. Samuels said. “But am I right in guessing that it’s not the frequency of sex that troubles you?” she asked.</p><p>I looked at Myles and he happily deferred to me to answer.</p><p>“No, it’s not. And the truth is, we both usually orgasm when we have sex. It’s just, I don’t know, it just doesn’t feel that satisfying for some reason.” </p><p>A huge wave of emotion hit me as I tried to explain our issues to Dr. Samuels. I almost cried. It really was tearing me up that despite outwards signs of our sex life being just fine, Myles and I couldn’t seem to find the kind of satisfaction we wanted.</p><p>He reached over and took my hand as I held back the tears. “I don’t get it either,” Myles said.</p><p>Dr. Samuels then proceeded to ask us a long series of questions. Answering them took up most of the rest of our session. Some seemed entirely off topic and others were so directly probing that it was a little uncomfortable to answer them.</p><p>As our time ran out, Dr. Samuels took off her glasses and leaned forward as she addressed both of us. “It’s obvious to me that you two love each other very much and you’re both dedicated to making your marriage work in a way most of the couples that come to see me aren’t. Thankfully, I believe I can help you.”</p><p>“Great,” Myles said as he squeezed my hand.</p><p>“Yes, absolutely,” I said. “Is there something we should be doing?”</p><p>Dr. Samuels smiled at my desire for a plan of attack and my eagerness to follow it. “Yes, but I want to tell you what I’ve learned from listening to the two of you first.”</p><p>“Of course,” I said.</p><p>“Given your seeming dedication to your marriage, I’m going to be direct with you,” she said before sitting back and briefly consulting her notes before delivering her diagnosis. “It’s clear to me that the chief problem with your sex life is that you both have a strong need to submit in the bedroom. You both desire a partner to take control and dominate you to unleash the purest form of your sexuality.”</p><p>I was stunned as I listened. It seemed crazy, and yet I couldn’t deny that I actually felt a twinge of arousal as she explained her diagnosis.</p><p>“You’re not the first couple with this issue that I’ve treated. The treatment process I have in mind can be lengthy, but I’m confident that I can help you build a better, more satisfying sex life together,” she said.</p><p>Myles looked at me and smiled before turning to Dr. Samuels and saying, “That would be great. How do you treat this sort of thing?”</p><p>“I’d like you to consider a radical form of treatment,” Dr. Samuels said as she put her notebook aside. “We could spend a few years trying to work this out in a talk therapy setting, but I believe I have a better way.”</p><p>A few years of therapy sounded like a nightmare to me. “I think we’re both on board with a better way,” I said.</p><p>“My husband is a therapist as well,” Dr. Samuels continued. “The plan would be for us to see you separately and train you to truly embrace your sexuality in a way that can set you free and help your marriage and your sex life blossom into something beautiful and deeply satisfying.”</p><p>“Train us?” I asked. It sounded a little fetishistic.</p><p>“There’s no question this is a radical form of therapy,” Dr. Samuels said to both of us. “It would happen outside of this office and far outside the normal boundaries of a doctor/patient relationship.”</p><p>“What kind of training would we be doing?” Myles asked. He sounded just as confused as I was.</p><p>“It would be different for both of you,” Dr. Samuels said. “Myles, you’re a fairly straightforward submissive and I would train you in the art of meeting your wife’s needs and submitting to her desires as a way of enhancing your pleasure both in and out of the bedroom. I would teach you the joy of living in service to someone else. You would learn that your deepest satisfaction comes from eagerly doing as your wife desires.”</p><p>“Oh, well, I…” Myles said before trailing off. He was clearly as stunned as I was.</p><p>“To be clear, there will be a sexual element to your training, which is why I said we’re stepping far beyond the bounds of the typical doctor/patient relationship. You will never have sex with me, Myles, but I will teach you how to pleasure a woman in numerous ways and you will learn to make me orgasm as a way of improving your wife’s pleasure,” Dr. Samuels said in a matter-of-fact tone.</p><p>“What about me?” I asked. The whole thing had me a little confused and out of sorts, but I couldn’t help but wonder what I’d be doing.</p><p>“You’re a little more complicated, Molly,” Dr. Samuels said as she shifted to address me. “Unlike Myles, you’re not a pure submissive. You exist in both worlds. You harbor a deep desire for sexual submission, but there’s a dominant, controlling side to you as well. The key is to sharpen both and my husband will be tasked with doing that for you.”</p><p>“Oh,” was all I could manage.</p><p>Dr. Samuels smiled and continued, “He has a great deal of experience as a Dom and he will guide you through the pleasures of submitting to a strong alpha male. He will show you how satisfying it can be to give yourself over to a man that is deserving of your submission.”</p><p>“Wait, do you mean I’ll have sex with him?” I asked.</p><p>“Of course,” Dr. Samuels said. “Not at first, of course, but eventually you’ll submit your body to him and he will show you how intensely, overwhelmingly pleasurable that can be. He will make your husband a cuckold and you will eventually be his eager slut.”</p><p>I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It was insane. Or at least that’s what I was telling myself. I couldn’t deny that I was turned on though. I could feel the wetness between my legs. It was a little embarrassing that Dr. Samuels could so easily diagnose me.</p><p>“I don’t know about this,” Myles objected.</p><p>“Yes, you do,” Dr. Samuels said in a strong, commanding tone that took me by surprise. “We both know that you’re aroused right now, Myles. You’re probably hard. You might want to deny it, but you know the truth. You know that if I told you to get on your knees and worship my pussy right now you’d do it. You’d spend the next hour between my legs if that’s what I wanted. We both know the allure of a dominant woman is too much for you to resist.”</p><p>Myles was speechless, but I could see his erection. He was just as turned on as I was. Dr. Samuels was spot on.</p><p>She turned her attention back to me and continued. “You will also be trained to embrace your dominant side, Molly. Myles will be brought in for those sessions and you will learn the joy of controlling him and making him serve your needs. You will learn to show him that your needs are actually his needs, that pleasing you is the only thing that really matters to him.”</p><p>“I’d like that,” I said. I heard a sharp intake of breath from Myles. I wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.</p><p>“I would too,” he said, answering my question.</p><p>“Good. We’ll start next week,” Dr. Samuels said. “I’ll email you with information on where you’ll be meeting us for your first sessions.”</p><p>“Great. Thanks,” I said as we stood and moved to leave her office. I was in a bit of a daze and my knees felt a little weak from the intense arousal coursing through my body.</p><p>“We’ll see you then,” Dr. Samuels said with a smile.</p><p><strong>Myles</strong></p><p>“Are we really doing this?” I asked Molly as she unlocked the car and slid into the driver’s seat.</p><p>“I think so,” she said.</p><p>“You don’t think this is insane?” I said.</p><p>Molly reached over and grabbed my cock. I was still half hard and she could tell. She didn’t say anything. She just let my cock go and grabbed my hand. She pushed up her dress and pulled my fingers between her legs. I felt the wetness. She was soaked.</p><p>It seemed like we both agreed that Dr. Samuels was right. She had accurately diagnosed us. I was just having a little trouble wrapping my head around what she was proposing. Was Molly really going to sexually service Dr. Samuels’ husband? Was I really going to sexually service Dr. Samuels? Was she really going to train me to be her submissive, and what on Earth would that involve?</p><p>Molly didn’t say much as we drove home. She seemed to be just as lost in thought as I was. When we got home I was struck by a remarkably strong desire to go down on her. I’ve always enjoyed it, but it did feel like something a little deeper had been unlocked during the therapy session.</p><p>She went to the bedroom to change out of the outfit she’d worn for the therapy session and I followed. I kissed her before she had a chance to unzip her dress. She kissed me back, and with a little more passion than I’d been expecting. It was pretty clear we were both horny as hell.</p><p>I lifted the hem of her dress and pulled down her panties. I fell to my knees and looked up at Molly. “May I?” I asked.</p><p>She smiled and said, “You may.”</p><p>I can’t tell you how good that felt. I was definitely primed for it by the therapy session, but it really was a submissive thing. Two little words turned me on immensely. It was incredible.</p><p>Molly stood above me as I moved between her legs and licked her pussy. She was wetter than she’d been in a long time and immediately the moans of pleasure started flowing.</p><p>My cock was hard but I abstained from masturbating. I wanted to try what Dr. Samuels had talked about. I wanted to concentrate on Molly’s pleasure.</p><p>It was thrilling when she grabbed my head and started grinding her pussy over my tongue. It was another small thing, but it felt really good. I let her do what she wanted. It felt like I was letting her fuck my mouth and holy shit was it awesome.</p><p>She came less than a minute after I first tasted her. I had my hands on her thighs and they were genuinely twitching as her orgasm happened. It was amazing.</p><p>“That was amazing,” she said, echoing my thoughts.</p><p>“Yeah,” I said from the floor.</p><p>She looked down at me and smiled. </p><p>“What?” I asked.</p><p>“Your face is all wet with my juices. It’s like I came on your face,” she said with a laugh.</p><p>Even that turned me on. I was sold. I knew it would be strange and probably uncomfortable at times, but I wanted to try this radical form of couples therapy.</p><p><strong>Molly</strong></p><p>It was a week after that first therapy appointment when we pulled up to Dr. Samuels’ house to begin the real treatment (or training, I suppose).</p><p>The house was at the end of a cul-de-sac and offered exceptional privacy thanks to a high hedge in front and a total lack of neighbors on either side or behind them. It was decidedly clean and modern looking, including on the inside where they kept their furnishings to a minimum.</p><p>“Welcome,” Dr. Samuels said as she opened the door and urged us to step inside. “This is my husband Peter.”</p><p>Peter introduced himself with a firm handshake for Myles and I. He was tall, handsome, and fitter than I thought he’d be (though I’m not sure why I pictured him as a doughy type of guy). There was a confident, controlled air about him that I was instantly attracted to. He was a little older than his wife and 15 years my senior, as I would later learn.</p><p>“It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” Peter said. “Molly, why don’t you come with me so we can get started?”</p><p>I was apprehensive about going off with someone I’d only just met, but Dr. Samuels gently caressed my arm and reassured me. “It’s okay, Molly. You’re not going to have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”</p><p>“Okay,” I said.</p><p>Peter held out his hand and I took it. He led me down the hallway to a home office with two couches, a coffee table, a desk, and shelves lined with books.</p><p>“I know you’re nervous,” Peter said as he closed the door behind us. “But Brooke has informed me of the particulars of your marriage and I’m eager to help. Rest assured, you’re not the first couple we’ve done this with and our patients always end up happy and fulfilled in ways they couldn’t have imagined.”</p><p>I was still nervous, but I actually felt myself relax as he explained.</p><p>“As you know, my task is to train you to embrace the exceptional pleasures of submission. I have quite a bit of experience with this particular task and I’m confident I can mold you into the submissive you’re destined to be.”</p><p>Peter stepped closer. “Put your hands behind your back,” he said.</p><p>I did as he requested. He reached up and carefully undid the buttons on the front of my dress, exposing the sheer black lace bra I’d worn. He smiled as he admired my breasts.</p><p>“You may call me sir, master, or daddy during our sessions. I don’t expect perfection as you’re learning, but I do expect you to try your best to do as you’re told. Do you understand?” he asked.</p><p>“Yes, sir,” I said.</p><p>He reached into my dress and caressed my breasts. His hands were large and strong, so I expected him to be rough, but he was surprisingly gentle.</p><p>“Submission is a beautiful thing,” he said while his fingers moved under my bra. He gently played with my nipple and I moaned quietly. “Submission will unlock a whole new world of pleasure for you, Molly.”</p><p>“Yes, sir,” I said through low, heavy breaths. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was after just a few minutes alone with him.</p><p>He slipped the dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, leaving me in the matching bra and panties I’d worn. His hand moved over my ass and squeezed it tightly. I yelped, though it was in pure delight.</p><p>“Are you aroused, Molly?” Peter asked as he moved behind me and ran his hands up my back and unhooked my bra.</p><p>“Yes, sir,” I said.</p><p>As my bra fell to the floor Peter grasped my breasts and gently pulled on my nipples. I couldn’t help but moan. My knees felt weak as lust coursed through my body. There was just a hint of pain, too, and it felt so good.</p><p>“As your Dom, it will be my job to guide and protect you as we go through this process together. It will be my job to show you just how thrilling submission can be while making it perfectly safe for you to offer yourself to me. It will be my job to take you to new heights of pleasure. All of that will take time and we won’t necessarily adhere to a weekly schedule,” Peter said as his hands continued to move over my body.</p><p>He’d already managed to show me a kind of arousal I’d rarely experienced. He was calm, confident, and completely in control. There wasn’t a hint of insecurity, which was so often the case with Myles. Peter knew that was he was doing made me feel good. He knew how to guide me exactly where he wanted me to go. Myles almost never did, even when he was doing something as simple as going down on me.</p><p>“Come,” Peter said as he led me to the couch. “On your knees.”</p><p>“Yes, sir,” I said as I got on my knees. I stared at the wall a few feet in front of me and rested my hands on the back of the couch.</p><p>Peter pulled down my panties and skillfully pressed two fingers between my labia. He found the wetness that he was responsible for.</p><p>I moaned as he pushed those two fingers deep inside me and explored my pussy. With a third he gently rubbed my clit and I nearly lost control.</p><p>“There will be no orgasms without my permission. Do you understand?” Peter informed me.</p><p>“Yes, sir,” I said. I did my best to hold off. It took enormous concentration, but I held the orgasm at bay as he continued to play with my clit.</p><p>I was actually a little relieved when he pulled his fingers from my pussy. Trying not to orgasm was more difficult than I’d imagined it could be.</p><p>Peter turned my head towards him and presented his fingers. “Suck,” he ordered.</p><p>I surprised myself with how eagerly I wrapped my lips around his fingers. I sucked them ravenously. I tasted myself on him and it only made me wetter. It felt like such a small thing, and yet I couldn’t believe how turned on I was.</p><p>“Good girl,” Peter said as I sucked on his fingers. Again I felt a rush of lust. It was the first time I’d ever heard “good girl” in a sexual context and it absolutely pushed all the right buttons. “Do you want more?” he asked after pulling his fingers from my mouth.</p><p>“Yes, sir,” I said.</p><p>He held my gaze as his fingers pushed inside me. This time he used three. He pushed deeper and faster. It felt like I was getting fucked.</p><p>“That feels so good, sir,” I said. I followed it with a seemingly endless moan. My thighs started to tremble as this intense form of pleasure emanated from my pussy. I had just three fingers inside me, and yet I was so thoroughly aroused I could barely think straight.</p><p>When Peter pulled his fingers from my pussy I whined. I wanted them back inside me. When he offered them to my eager mouth I sucked them clean. I looked into his commanding eyes and sucked ravenously.</p><p>“You’re going to be a good little slut for me, aren’t you?” he asked.</p><p>“Yes, sir,” I said.</p><p>“We’re going to have so much fun,” Peter said before pulling my lips to his for an incredible kiss. It was soft, sensual, and intense in a way I found irresistible. I can’t quite describe it, but it was like he was dominating me with a kiss. It was perfect.</p><p>“I want you to masturbate for me,” he said after pulling away. “Sit, spread your legs, and play with your pussy like a good girl.”</p><p>I spun around on the couch and did as I was told. I looked into his beautiful eyes and played with my pussy until a thunderous orgasm overtook me. It was unquestionably the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had up to that point in my life, and that was just the start.</p><p><strong>Myles</strong></p><p>“There’s no need to be concerned, Myles,” Dr. Samuels said as I watched Molly walk away with her husband. “Peter will take good care of her. You need to concern yourself with me and only me. Now come.”</p><p>I followed as she led me away from where Molly had gone with Peter. We ended up in what looked like Dr. Samuels’s home office. One of her degrees hung on the wall, there were pictures of her and her husband on the desk, and two comfortable looking couches.</p><p>“Sit, please,” she said. “Since you’re here, it’s safe to assume that you want to explore your sexually submissive side, correct?”</p><p>“Yes,” I replied.</p><p>“In this setting I require you to address me as mistress or Mistress Brooke,” she said firmly.</p><p>“My apologies, mistress,” I said.</p><p>“Thank you, Myles. Now, my task is to help you open up to and accept your submissiveness and to train you in the art of pleasing your wife and putting her needs before yours. My husband and I will also train the two of you together, but that will come later,” Mistress Brooke said. As she finished she uncrossed and crossed her legs, offering me a brief flash up her skirt as she did.</p><p>I looked. I knew I shouldn’t have, but I did. I stared, in fact. When I finally looked up at her, she was smiling.</p><p>“I’ll be honest, Myles. I have the easier task. My husband has to teach your wife how to be submissive with a dominant sexual partner and how to dominate you. She needs to straddle both worlds, while it’s been clear from the moment you walked into my office that you’re a pure submissive. You seek dominance. You crave it. You feel a twinge of arousal when you’re merely in the presence of a dominant woman. Isn’t that right?” she said while leaning forward and exposing just a hint of her cleavage.</p><p>It was not like our first session in her office. There was an air of sexuality to the whole thing, like she was teasing me. I was enchanted.</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” I said.</p><p>“You’ve never been properly dominated, have you?” she asked.</p><p>“Not really, no, mistress. I had a brief relationship with a girl in college that was into sitting on my face and liked to get a little rough when we had sex, but that was it,” I explained.</p><p>“And did you enjoy having sex with that dominant girl?” Mistress Brooke asked.</p><p>“Yes, mistress. Very much so. Some of my fondest sexual memories are the experiences I had with her,” I said as images of those experiences with her flooded my mind. Her dominance wasn’t refined, but that girl definitely enjoyed taking charge.</p><p>“Tell me, Myles, how do you feel about the idea of my husband fucking your wife?” Mistress Brooke asked in such a straightforward manner that it caught me off guard.</p><p>I wanted to be honest with her, so I answered plainly. “The idea turns me on immensely. I’ve thought about it quite a lot since our visit in your office and it arouses me every time. Is that really going to happen?”</p><p>“Yes, Myles, it’s going to happen, and when it does, your marriage is going to change for the better. Your wife is going to discover that submitting her body to a dominant man is where she will find the kind of sexual pleasure her husband has never been able to provide. Your role in her life will change and we must train you to ensure you’re ready for that, to ensure that you too find the kind of submissive sexual pleasure you’ve been seeking.”</p><p>Her confidence and elegant beauty were enchanting in a way I’d rarely experienced in life. I was deeply in love with Molly and always will be, but this was different. This was a woman completely in control of and confident in her ability to dominate me and I loved it.</p><p>“There will be many aspects to your submissive training,” she continued. “You will learn to worship a woman’s body in a variety of ways. You will learn the art of massage. You will learn to accept punishment when you make a mistake. You will learn to suffer pain for your mistress. You will learn to be a perfect cuckold husband, as well.”</p><p>“Doesn’t that just mean letting her fuck other men?” I said.</p><p>Mistress Brooke looked mildly disappointed. “No,” she said. “First, you won’t be letting her do anything. She is doing what is necessary for your marriage. You cannot offer her the sexual pleasure she desires, therefore she must go to another man to find it. That is not your choice. That is her choice.”</p><p>Mistress Brooke stood up and pointed to the floor in front of her. “On your knees.” I moved quickly to take my place. “Being a good cuckold husband is an art form. You must learn to anticipate the needs of your wife and the man she’s fucking. You must learn how to submit to him as well. You must learn how to prepare her pussy for him. You must learn how to suck his cock until he’s stiff for your wife.”</p><p>I looked up at her with disgust on my face. “I’m not sucking cock. That’s insane.”</p><p>The swiftness and force of Mistress Brooke’s hand across my face shocked me. The pain that emanated from where she slapped me was considerable.</p><p>“You will do as you’re told,” she said in a controlled tone. “Now kiss my feet.”</p><p>I was still so stunned by the painful slap that I bowed in front of her and kissed the shiny black pumps she was wearing. I moved from one foot to the next, giving quick kisses and hoping that she wouldn’t feel the need to slap me again.</p><p>“That’s enough,” she said.</p><p>I rose up back to my knees and stared ahead.</p><p>Mistress Brooke’s fingers lifted my chin and her eyes locked onto mine. “You’re committed to this now. I will show you pleasures like you’ve never imagined and I will ensure a lifetime of marital bliss between you and your wife, but it’s not going to be a cake walk. There will be pain. You will do things you don’t want to do. You’re being trained, after all. Your behavioral patterns have to change for you to be the husband she needs. Do you accept that?”</p><p>“Yes, Mistress Brooke,” I said. There was something about being on my knees in front of her and staring up into her eyes that I found oddly soothing. I wanted more of it. When she smiled it brought me a moment of genuine joy.</p><p>“Every good submissive yearns to worship his domme. That’s true for you too, isn’t it?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” I replied. It was true. I’d always loved going down on Molly, even if she wasn’t interested as often as I would have liked.</p><p>“And did kissing my feet feel good?” Mistress Brooke asked.</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” I said. “May I kiss your feet again?”</p><p>“I had something else in mind. Take my panties off,” she demanded.</p><p>I reached under her skirt and carefully pulled off her panties while imagining what her pussy tasted like. I couldn’t believe she was going to let me go down on her.</p><p>“You won’t be worshiping my pussy,” she informed me. “Don’t give me that look. Worshiping your domme’s pussy is a privilege and you haven’t come close to earning it. No, you’ll be worshiping my ass.”</p><p>With that, Mistress Brooke turned around, lifted her skirt, and said, “Get to work.”</p><p>I moved closer, spread her ass cheeks, and did as I was told. I gave the first rimjob of my life and it left me rock hard with submissive delight.</p>