<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=training%20mrs%20williams">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="72801080" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“So, how do you feel?” Mistress LaCroix asked as she sat across from Joe.</p><p>It was such a simple question, and yet the answer felt complicated. “I’m not sure,” he said. “Sometimes I feel good. Great, even. Sometimes I feel like I’m not even a man anymore and I yearn for the life I had before Alyssa and I met you.”</p><p>“That’s perfectly normal, Joe,” Mistress LaCroix said. “Just because your wife has completed her training as a domme doesn’t mean your training as a submissive is finished. It just means that she’s going to guide your transformation from here on out. Tell me, how do you feel most of the time?”</p><p>“Somewhere between good and great,” he said. “I enjoy serving Alyssa. I enjoy making her happy. I enjoy bringing a smile to her face. I even find a certain measure of happiness when she punishes me because I know it usually ends with her holding me and telling me she loves me.”</p><p>“It’s possible that you’ll never achieve true submissive happiness,” Mistress LaCroix said. “You might be among the small percentage of dedicated submissives that continue to struggle against it. I don’t think that’s going to be the case, though. I think you just need more time to adjust to your new reality. In particular, I think your experience this past weekend is still weighing on your mind.”</p><p>A jumble of memories of the fetish club Alyssa had taken him to rushed into Joe’s mind, sending a renewed wave of humiliation coursing through his body.</p><p>“Why don’t you tell me about your experience at the club?” Mistress LaCroix asked.</p><p>“Alyssa didn’t tell you?” he asked.</p><p>“No. She merely informed me that the evening had been a success. I’d like to hear about your experience,” she said.</p><p>“Okay,” Joe said.</p><p><br></p><p>“Where are we going?” Joe asked as Alyssa placed a thick leather collar around his neck. She snapped it in place and attached a small padlock at the back that would keep it on him until she removed it, much like his chastity cage.</p><p>“It’s a fetish club that Charlotte recommended,” Alyssa said. “She said she thinks I’ll find it stimulating to bring my submissive and watch people partake in the pleasure of using you.”</p><p>Joe tightened up at the mention of being used. “What does that mean?”</p><p>“Anything goes at this club, darling, so you’ll submit to anything I desire from anyone I choose to offer you to,” Alyssa said. “Don’t worry, though. I’m not going to push you too far past your limits. A good domme has no interest in breaking her submissive, after all.”</p><p>Alyssa attached a leash to his collar and gave it a good tug to make sure it was on securely.</p><p>“Now, it’s time to go,” she said.</p><p>Joe drove them to a nondescript brick building that he would have guessed was abandoned were it not for the dozens of cars parked out front.</p><p>Alyssa led him towards the entrance by his leash, gave her name, and was welcomed inside by two imposing-looking men.</p><p>Joe expected the club would be dark and any sound would be drowned out by thumping music. Instead, the room they stepped into was decorated like a Victorian mansion and rather brightly lit.</p><p>“Strip,” Alyssa said as she pointed to a series of cubby holes against the wall. “Leave your clothes over there.”</p><p>Sensing his wife was in no mood to deal with a resistant submissive, Joe stripped and placed his clothes in the cubby hole. The room was rather crowded with a mixture of people and many were already naked so his body didn’t raise much of a stir.</p><p>“Come,” Alyssa said as she tugged on the leash.</p><p>Joe walked behind his wife and watched as she eyed the many lovely bodies in the room. More than once her eyes drifted to the sight of a rather large cock swinging between a fit man’s legs and Joe wondered if his wife would indulge in her desires before the night was over. He was her cuckold, after all, and as her submissive it wasn’t his place to argue with her desire to fuck someone else.</p><p>They walked by a woman savagely fucking a hooded submissive’s ass with a strapon, a chastised guy on his knees sucking and stroking two men, a cuckold sucking on a bull’s big balls while his wife rode the other man, and more. It was a wild parade of hedonistic pursuit and despite the overwhelming nature of it all Joe couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of arousal as he pictured himself in the place of each submissive they passed.</p><p>Joe got so caught up in ogling the sexual escapades of the other attendees that he bumped into his wife, who had stopped to admire a submissive taking a man’s cock in the ass while he offered oral sex to a woman.</p><p>“Watch where you’re going, darling,” Alyssa said.</p><p>“I’m sorry,” he replied.</p><p>“Do you see him, Joe?” Alyssa asked. “Do you see his dedication to the pleasure of his superiors? Do you see his willingness to give himself over to their needs?”</p><p>“I do,” Joe said.</p><p>“Do you understand that every submissive should be willing to offer himself like that? Do you understand that your sexuality is unimportant, that your needs are unimportant? Do you understand that your ultimate goal as a submissive should be to have no needs?” Alyssa asked.</p><p>“I do,” Joe replied. He had come to understand that making his wife’s needs his own was the ultimate end to his journey, though he was skeptical he could ever get there.</p><p>“Would you like me to fuck him?” a tall, mean-looking blonde wearing a latex catsuit and an exceptionally large strapon said. “I could bend him over and stretch his ass while he pleasures you like that subby bitch is doing.”</p><p>Alyssa glanced at the blonde’s cock and smiled. “I’d like that very much, though I think you should open with a spanking before you fuck him.”</p><p>“It would be my pleasure,” the blonde replied.</p><p>Alyssa yanked Joe’s leash and he followed as she moved to sit on the roomy couch. She looked over at the woman receiving her submissive’s oral pleasure and smiled.</p><p>“Eat my pussy,” Alyssa said as she lifted her short leather skirt.</p><p>Joe fell to his knees and moved between his wife’s legs. He heard the moans of the sub next to him getting fucked. He heard a little bit of pain as he took a big cock and Joe was thankful that it would be a strapon filling his ass instead of a man.</p><p>The latex-clad blonde delivered a harsh smack to his ass and Joe cried out in a mixture of pain and surprise. Alyssa reached down to hold his head as another blow landed. “Keep eating my pussy, subby,” she said. “Be a good boy and pleasure me as you receive your punishment. Forget about your needs. Think only of mine. Think of my need to see you receive a spanking. Think of my need to have my pussy licked while you suffer.”</p><p>Joe felt his cock ache in the small chastity cage. He felt a certain kind of submissive-centric arousal move through his body. He welcomed it as a sort of distraction from the pain emanating from his ass cheeks.</p><p>Joe breathed a sigh of relief as the spanking ended, but it was soon replaced by an entirely different kind of panic as he felt the large head of the blonde’s strapon press against his ass.</p><p>“She’s going to fuck you now, Joe. She’s going to fuck your ass. She’s going to fuck you hard and fast and it’s going to hurt a little,” Alyssa said.</p><p>She held him between her legs as the blonde pressed her cock into Joe’s ass. He experienced an entirely different kind of pain as his anus stretched around the thick invader. The blonde was not particularly gentle. She’d used lube, but she was clearly the sort of woman that took a bit of pleasure in a man’s suffering as she filled Joe in just a few short thrusts.</p><p>“Fuck him harder,” Alyssa said. “Show him what it’s like to be a slut. Get him ready.”</p><p>Joe wanted to know what the blonde was getting him ready for. What else could his wife have planned?</p><p>The dominant, latex-clad blonde fucked Joe hard and fast. She pounded every inch of her strapon into his asshole with a surprising kind of vigor that spoke to a great deal of experience showing men the joys of taking it up the ass.</p><p>The woman next to Alyssa climaxed on her sub’s tongue. Joe listened to the wild, lusty moans. He listened to the submissive giving his domme what she craved and he felt a little jealous. He wanted to make Alyssa feel that way. He wanted to make her cum.</p><p>“Fuck him,” Alyssa said.</p><p>The blonde pulled her strapon out of Joe’s asshole and he felt a pair of strong hands grab his hips. He looked back and saw a man behind him. He panicked and tried to move but Alyssa grabbed a handful of his hair and slapped him across the face so hard that Joe cried out in pain.</p><p>A moment later a latex-wrapped cock was in his ass. He was getting fucked. Alyssa held his head in her hand and smiled as the man that had been fucking the submissive next to him took Joe’s ass. A long, thick dick filled him over and over.</p><p>“You’re a submissive, Joe,” she said. “You do as I desire. You make me happy. That’s your duty. You wanted this. You introduced me to this. You begged me for this. This won’t happen often, but if I want to watch someone fuck you because it turns me on then you’re going to bend over and offer your ass. Do you understand?”</p><p>Joe nodded as an odd-but-wonderful sense of calm came over him. The cock in his ass hurt less than the strapon. The smile on his wife’s face seemed genuinely joyful. There were many other men just like him in the club. Some were getting fucked. Some were sucking cock. Some were eating pussy. Some were trying to do it all at once. They were all submissive, though, and they all seemed to find genuine pleasure in accepting what came naturally to them.</p><p>“Now tend to my pussy while he fucks you. Make your wife cum while a man uses your ass for his pleasure. Do it because it makes me happy. Do it because it satisfies me. Don’t think about your needs. Only think about mine,” Alyssa said.</p><p>She pulled his mouth to her pussy and Joe went to work. He licked his wife like she desired and looked up to see that her eyes were focused on the man taking his ass. She seemed to find genuine pleasure in seeing Joe get fucked, which in turn brought him some measure of satisfaction. It was still difficult to wrap his mind around the wild places his journey as a submissive had taken him, but there was unquestionably a sense of satisfaction in knowing that Alyssa was blissfully happy in that moment.</p><p>Alyssa closed her eyes and gripped his head tighter. The man inside him fucked Joe harder. They both groaned as Joe got the sense he was about to be responsible for two orgasms.</p><p>Alyssa climaxed first. She rolled her head towards the ceiling, arched her back, and gently pushed Joe away from her pussy as the pleasure ripped through her. Not long after the man inside him buried his dick deep in Joe’s ass and he felt the thick cock pulsing.</p><p>Joe grappled with the kinky, humiliating notion that his ass had just made a man cum. Someone was inside him having an orgasm and spurting what seemed like a rather large load into a condom.</p><p>“Feed him,” Alyssa said.</p><p>The guy inside Joe pulled out, peeled off his condom, and stepped closer.</p><p>“Open up, Joe. Drink his cum,” Alyssa demanded.</p><p>He sat on his knees, tilted his head back, and opened up. Joe watched the stranger upend the condom and pour its content onto his tongue.</p><p>“Swallow,” Alyssa said.</p><p>Joe swallowed the thick, sticky, salty cum. He gagged a little as it slid down his throat, but he took it all.</p><p>Alyssa leaned forward and gave Joe a soft kiss on the cheek. “I love you,” she said.</p><p>“I love you too,” he replied.</p><p>“Dominating you makes me happy, Joe. It makes me happier than I’ve ever been. It makes me happier than I thought possible, to be honest. I can’t go back. I won’t. I need you to embrace being my submissive and I’m willing to put in the effort to train you. I want you to know that I appreciate your willingness to submit. It makes me love you more than I thought possible,” she said.</p><p>Joe’s eyes welled up as he felt his wife’s love envelop him. Their marriage had changed in ways he’d never imagined possible, but the more he let go of his ego and embraced his submissive side, the happier he felt.</p><p>“I’m yours,” he said.</p><p>“Good, because our night is just getting started.”</p><p>Alyssa stood, took hold of Joe’s leash, and said, “Crawl behind me.”</p><p><br></p><p>“That was just the start of it,” Joe said as he looked at Mistress LaCroix. “We were there for hours. I honestly lost count of how many cocks I sucked that night. At one point I was the fluffer for an orgy. I cleaned countless loads of cum, too. It was…overwhelming.”</p><p>Mistress LaCroix leaned back and smiled. “Do you understand why it was overwhelming, Joe?”</p><p>“I’m not sure I understand the question,” he replied.</p><p>“Alyssa is a skilled domme, Joe. You may not recognize it because you spend so much time fighting where she wants to take you as a submissive, but she’d quite skilled. Intuitive, really. She pushed you to those depths because she wanted to overwhelm your brain. She wanted you to give yourself over to the part of you that doesn’t think. She wanted your id to take over and guide you to the place of pleasure that being a good submissive should always put you in,” Mistress LaCroix explained.</p><p>Joe thought of the relentless nature of their evening at the club. He thought of the spankings, the cocksucking, the anal sex from strapons and cocks, the creampie cleanup, the pussy worship, the relentless verbal humiliation, and the way Alyssa indulged in her desire for cock countless times. It made sense that it was all designed to break down his barriers and open him up to the idea that true submission mean giving himself over to the desires of others without any concern for his own needs. It meant recognizing that his only real need was to submit.</p><p>“Your wife’s training is done, Joe,” Mistress LaCroix said. “I’ll be happy to take her calls or exchange emails with her, but she doesn’t need my help anymore. The rest of her journey will be self-guided as she discovers what brings her the most pleasure, what she wants from you, and what she wants from the other men that will enter her life. That means she’s going to take over your training from now on as well. This is the last time we’ll see each other.”</p><p>“Thank you, Mistress LaCroix,” Joe said. “You’ve changed my life, and while I’m not the submissive I need to be to make my wife happy, I feel like I’m on my way and I thank you for that.”</p><p>Mistress LaCroix stood and opened her arms. Joe stood and stepped into them for a warm hug.</p><p>“Goodbye, Joe,” she said.</p><p>“Goodbye,” he replied.</p><p>“Say hello to your wife for me,” Mistress LaCroix added as she walked Joe to the front door.</p><p>“I will. And again, thank you so much,” Joe replied.</p><p>He waved goodbye and bounded down the front steps and towards his car. Joe knew he still had a long road in front of him, but Mistress LaCroix had put him and Alyssa on a vastly different path than the one they’d been traveling and it felt like the right path. It felt like the path he wanted to keep traveling down. He was ready to embrace being the submissive Alyssa needed.</p><p>The End.</p>