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Part 2…

Oh Fuck! This felt so good, she knew she was acting like a cheap whore but just didn’t care, here she was bent over some grubby refuse bins around the back of the hotel, being rammed hard by a big-dicked Spanish waiter who must do this type of thing every damn week.

But God! it felt so dirty, screwing another man knowing it was just a liberating sexual act with no thought beyond the moment, and it had been so long since she felt a man other than her husband inside her! Just how had she got here?

She’d noticed him a couple of days earlier, swanning around the bar area like he was god’s gift to women, tall, dark, handsome, and swarthy, with his shirt unbuttoned to the bottom of his chest and black. Greasy hair swept back off his head.

He hadn’t even noticed her, instead ogling and chatting up all the young, single ladies who’d come on holiday for some fun and, after a couple of cocktails, didn’t mind where they got it. She’d laughed to herself about such juvenile antics, good luck to them, she thought to herself, and after all, after recent events, who am I to judge?

Still, her mind had kept wandering back to him over the following days, especially when, one night, she’d noticed him walk away with a young English beauty. They reappeared about ten minutes later with the woman trying to rearrange her hair and smooth her clothing at the same time. He just walked past with a smug smile on his face, ignoring his recent conquest, just another notch on the bedpost.

The name on his staff badge was Marco. She’d mentioned him to Denise a few days earlier, who, of course, suggested she go for it. “What have you got to lose, honey?” she’d asked. You’re on holiday, your hubby is a complete sub, you’re in charge, why not have some fun!”

Of course, at the time she’d said no, that wasn’t a path she wanted to go down. But she still couldn’t get him out of her mind, how his cock might feel inside her, so earlier that evening after a couple too many Pinot Grigio’s, she’d sent her husband back to their apartment, he’d tried questioning her, but after a hard stare, had trotted off to bed like the good little boy he was. Tonight, she didn’t want a good boy; she wanted a bad man.

She sat on a stool at the bar he was serving behind and tried flirting with him. She was so out of practice at it that she felt she was embarrassing herself. He initially ignored her endeavours. After a while, however, he asked where her husband was.

“He’s not feeling well. Too much wine! He’s had to go to bed,” she laughed. ” He’s a bit of a wimp like that, to be honest.” He looked at her and held her gaze, now clearly more interested. What I really need is a real man, one who can show me a good time.” Was that too much, she thought to herself, too blatant? But he didn’t seem to mind.

“Like me, perhaps?” he asked, with a confident smile.

She knew he was an arsehole, a shallow, vacuous fool, but didn’t care, she wanted excitement and was going to get what she wanted. “When do you finish?” she asked.

“I’m here until we shut, usually about two a.m.,” he answered and smiled when he saw her face fall. But I’m due a break about now. Would you like to go for a walk, perhaps?”

And that was that! The deal was sealed. They walked away arm in arm, she looked straight ahead, hoping not too many guests were looking and judging. Her heart was racing. Could she really go through with this? Could she fuck another man? and was it already too late to back out?

He quickly led her to a dark area, full of waste bins, yet very secluded, perfect for what they had in mind. He wasted no time, started kissing her neck and shoulders whilst simultaneously unzipping her dress. She initially tried to stop him but only half-heartedly, then, once he stuck his tongue in her mouth, popped her breasts out of her bra, and started roughly pulling her nipples, she was lost!

He was so very different from her husband and just took exactly what he wanted. Her dress was pulled to the floor, he ordered her to step out of it and threw it over a bin, next her panties were roughly pulled down and he stuffed them in his trouser pocket, clearly planning to keep them as yet another trophy, and she wondered how large a collection he must have.

He pushed her back against a wooden fence and quickly slipped two fingers up inside her. She realised she was absolutely dripping, her fluids actually running down her legs.

“I think you’re ready,” he whispered in her ear. ‘What a prick!’ she thought to herself, and then thought the same again as he stepped back and dropped his trousers. His dick wasn’t especially long but the girth! Wow! That is impressive! she thought to herself and let him take complete control.

He wasted no time, stepping forward and ramming his cock inside her in one swift movement, eliciting a massive gasp from her. He grabbed her hair, pulled it tight, lowered his head, and proceeded to give her a massive love bite on the side of her neck.

“A little something for your husband to think about,” he smirked.

She should have been furious. How dare he? But instead looked him in the eye and mouthed, “Fuck me!.” With that he started pounding her, hard, no delicacy, no finesse, just a good hard fucking and she wrapped her legs around him as he gripped her under her arse. ‘Fucking hell, this felt good!’ she thought, ‘why would I deprive myself of this, this feels amazing!”

After a while, he decided to change things around and pulled out, ignoring her cries of disappointment. He pulled her by the hair and bent her over one of the wheelie bins, kicking her legs wider apart to allow him easier access.

“Oh yes!” she cried aloud, “fuck me, fuck me hard!” and he started ramming into her again and again and again, getting a good rhythm going and slapping her bare arse cheek with one hand between thrusts as he held her still by gripping her long hair tight with his other hand.

She was in ecstasy; this felt amazing! His cock was stretching her like never before and she was close to reaching her climax.

“Honey?”

Fuck! What was that? “Honey?” She felt a hand on her shoulder. Christ! It was her husband.

“Honey, are you okay?”

She opened her eyes and blinked, the sunlight partially blinding her as her husband looked down on her. “Are you alright?” he asked again as he continued to shake her by the shoulder. You were making some very strange noises. Was it a nightmare?” Her fantasy was well and truly over!

She looked around. She’d been asleep on the sunbed, lying by the pool. She felt the dampness between her legs and looked at her husband, who seemed oblivious, perhaps putting her flushed demeanour down to the sun. “Drink,” she croaked, and he passed her a bottle of water. “No, something fizzy, something sugary, please,” she asked, needing him away for a while so she could sort herself out.

He disappeared to do her bidding, and she looked around. No one else seemed to be looking her way, and she guessed perhaps she hadn’t been too loud in her dream after all. She wrapped a sarong around herself, stood up, and quickly walked to the public bathroom to clean herself up.

They lazed around the pool until mid-afternoon and then headed back to their room. She noted that the towels had already been changed and the apartment cleaned and swept. There was a vase of flowers set on the coffee table, no doubt a present from the young lady who’d helped her spank her husband a few days ago. ‘ How nice of her,’ she thought.

“Well, Hubbie dearest, I have one more surprise for you before we head home tomorrow. Lay down on the bed, now!” she commanded, trying to keep her voice from quaking. This was a gamble, something they’d never done before, something she’d seen on those videos he’d saved on his phone.

He complied, and she quickly tied his hands to the bedpost and blindfolded him, leaving him lying there helpless as she looked down upon him. She grabbed her bag of tricks and laid her tools out carefully by his side. He was squirming already, clearly vulnerable with no idea what was going to happen.

She started by lightly stroking him all over, gently running her fingers over his body, paying attention to his most tender, private places. He was shaking and writhing at her touch. “Keep still!” she warned, but to no avail, he was lost in his sub-space.

She opened a bottle of lube, squeezed a generous amount onto her fingers and started gently rubbing it over his anus, circling his rosebud and noting how he gasped and moaned at her touch. She probed deeper and felt him tense. “Relax,” she gently chided, “this is happening, so just go with it.” And she continued to circle her fingers inside him.

Now for the finale,’ she thought to herself as she grabbed the large metal silver butt plug she’d hidden until now and started squirting lube all over it. She’d thought about starting with a smaller one and building up in size, but eventually decided to go with the ‘large’ size, as it seemed similar to the ones she’d seen in many of his videos.

She pressed it against his orifice and lightly circled it around, feeling him gasp in astonishment as he realised what it was. He kept silent, however, giving her the confidence to go on, and the item was slowly pushed deeper inside him as she dripped more lube on it, using her fingers to help spread him wider.

At one point, she thought it just wouldn’t happen as the thickest part seemed to be too much for him, then suddenly and unexpectedly, his muscles contracted involuntarily and pulled the plug inside him, making them both gasp in surprise. Now, only the flared base was visible, and she traced her fingers over it, making him jump and squeal, whether in pleasure or pain, she wasn’t sure.

“Can you feel that?” She asked.

“Yes, I can feel every bloody little thing,” he croaked,

“Good or bad?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure yet,” he gulped.

Well, he wasn’t complaining, she thought, so let’s carry on. She started pulling the plug out of his hole until it reached the widest point and then letting it go so his body pulled it back inside him on its own volition. He was writhing and squirming too much, so he received a slap to the balls to remind him of his place and she noted how his cock was squashed tightly inside his cage, unable to grow despite desperately trying to.

She thought about unlocking him but decided she wanted to keep him frustrated for her later plans, so cumming would not be allowed.

She repeated this for a while, noting how he was totally lost in his submission. She did like to see him like this, totally helpless, completely under her spell, all dignity gone, squealing like a girl. She pulled out her mini-wand, turned it on, and started running it up and down his cage, without much response, she noted and moved down to his balls. He started to writhe and pant, Yes! That was the reaction she wanted to see.

“That’s a good sissy! Squeal for Mommy!” and he did, he was gone, utterly gone, just a blank page for her to bend to her whim. She moved down to his perineum, and he thrashed and wriggled, clearly loving this attention.

She moved down to the butt plug, pushing the vibrating wand around the edges of the base, making the main body of the plug move around inside him, stretching him further.

Suddenly, without warning, he stiffened, arched his back, lifting his groin high off the bed, and issued a guttural scream. She looked at his cage and saw cum pouring from it in small but obvious spurts, pooling over his stomach. He was cumming! Actually cumming from this violation.

He desperately apologised as he came down from his high. “I’m sorry, so sorry, I just couldn’t help it,” he panted. It was instant, no warning, I couldn’t.”

“Ssshhh,” she tried to calm him, pressing her fingers to his lips, then lovingly stroking his face as she tried to process what had just happened. “It’s okay,” she continued, “relax!” and continued to stroke his body whilst she gathered her thoughts gently. He had cum, by anal stimulation, at first attempt. She thought of the possibilities this opened up, the potential; she could keep him locked for longer periods, knowing he could always come this way. It would be her prerogative. Food for thought indeed!

Now it was her turn, she released his arms and told him to place them under his bum, palms down, she then placed a pillow lengthways under his head. Without waiting, she straddled his face and lowered herself onto his mouth.

She was unsure quite how aroused and committed he would be, having ejaculated so recently, she didn’t honestly care. She started lightly rubbing herself backwards and forwards on him, spreading her juices all over his face and limiting his oxygen intake. Whilst pleasuring herself.

She recalled a conversation between them about their favourite sexual position. He had been unsurprised when she quickly opted for ‘doggy style’, both of them fully aware of her love of this. She was shocked, however, when he opted for ‘face-sitting’, he had tried to explain his choice, “it’s hard to put into words, but I just love that feeling of total surrender, of being used by you.”

Well, he was going to be used right now, and she pressed hard, lowered the full weight of her body onto his face, and rode him like she’d never ridden him before. She used his nose to stimulate her clit and cried out at the sensation. She rubbed her entire pussy up and down his lower face, hardly feeling his tongue as he tried to stimulate her further, She continued by circling her clit around his nose, lost in decadent abandon as she neared her climax.

She felt his hands trying to lift her a little off him to grab some air. She respected his need for a brief second, then grabbed his hair and rode him once more, thrusting harder and harder as she approached her climax.

She was close but needed something more to drive her over the edge. She leaned back, grabbed his balls in one hand, and squeezed. Feeling his shriek reverberating below her did the trick, and she yelled out in pleasure, still thrusting hard, ensuring she gleaned every ounce of pleasure from the experience.

Eventually, her thrusts slowed as her orgasm subsided, and she finally raised herself a little as they both panted, both totally sated.

After a joint shower, they were still in a state of relaxed euphoria and decided that rather than go out to dine, they preferred to stay in their room, alone together.

He was sent out for a bottle of wine and a takeaway whilst still ‘caged, pantied and plugged,’ as she so succinctly put it, remarking on his discomfort trying to walk with the alien object tickling his prostate. “That’s it, shake that booty for me!”

They dined together, discussing plans. “So,” she asked eventually, “what have you come up with in regards my fantasies and kinks?”

“Well,” he replied, shuffling uncomfortably on the dining chair, “firstly, it seems clear you’re enjoying the dominance and denial aspect of all this.”

“Yes, we both like that, move on, what about me?” she pressed him.

“I remember in our younger days,” he continued, “you used to like a bit of outdoor sex, the danger of it, the risk, and I think with what happened on the nudist beach and later that evening that might be something you’d like to revisit?”

“Check,” she happily replied, “that’s something I want to explore more, the risk of getting caught, the risk of humiliation…your humiliation by the way, not mine! It’s definitely something that’s going to happen moving forward. Anything else?”

Unfortunately, he couldn’t think of anything else, so she continued, ” Well, I know you like wearing panties, so I thought…”

He interrupted her, “It’s not that I like wearing panties, what I like is the humiliation of being forced to, forced to by you. I don’t fully understand it myself, to be honest.”

“Well, I’m not fully convinced,” she continued, “and I plan to follow this path further. I want to feminise you with makeup, earrings, a wig, and ladies’ clothing from head to toe!”

“You can’t be serious,” he cried, reddening, “that’s not something I’m into at all, no way!”

“Well, I’ve seen things on your phone that suggest otherwise, and it’s something I’d like to try. It excites me, and I’ve indulged pretty much all your kinks and fantasies. It’s time for some payback!”

The room went quiet for a while while they both took in what was being asked. Eventually, he spoke quietly: “If that’s what you’d like to do, then, of course, I’ll go with it; it’s only fair to you.”

“Oh, Darling! You are so wonderful, ” she laughed, hugging him tightly. It was just what she wanted. She didn’t really want to feminise him; it didn’t interest her greatly, but he didn’t need to know that, and to understand just how far he would go for her was amazing.

Okay,” she continued. “Anyway, one more thing: What does the phrase “Locktober” mean to you?”

The room went silent, and he stared at her, mouth agape. “H…H…How do you know about that?” he eventually stuttered.

“Just answer the question, please.”

“Well,” he continued, looking anywhere but at her face, ” it’s when the man is locked in a cock cage for the full month of October.”

“Yes, go on,” she urged.

“And… well… I guess he’s at his keyholders’ beck and call the entire month.”

“Hmm… continue,” she smiled.

“So, I suppose he has to be on his best behaviour, so as not to have his ‘sentence’ extended.”

“Anything else?” She was clearly enjoying his discomfort, both mental and physical, as he continued to squirm.

“Well, anything else is down to the keyholder, I imagine, teasing, punishment, and so on.”

“Darling, does he get to come?”

“…it’s down to the keyholder, I suppose, but…”

“But? But what?”

“Probably not, usually not… I think.”

“Hhmmmmmm!” she purred.

He tried to understand her thoughts: “Look, I don’t think it’s realistic. The buildup, the tension, it would be too much, I don’t think…”

It doesn’t matter what you think, dear,” she butted in. It’s happening, it’s in the diary, and you’re locked from the evening of September 30th.”

He gulped and took this in, looking both perplexed and excited.

“Denise has been getting me up to speed, so to speak,” she continued with a wicked grin on her face, “giving me so many ideas, you and I are going to have so much fun.” She led him to bed, totally turned on by his discomfort and by the power she held over him.

The next day, the final day of the holiday, was to be spent relaxing by the pool once they had bought a few mementos of their trip and a couple of small gifts to take back home. But before they left their apartment, she had one last little surprise: a test for him.

“I have a choice for you,” she started, both of them knowing full well these so-called ‘choices’ were anything but. “You can come shopping with me as you are, caged, pantied and plugged, or I can remove that plug and unlock you now,…at a price. The panties stay, of course.”

“And what would the price be?” he asked suspiciously.

She rummaged in her handbag, pulled an object out, held it up and smiled, “This!”

So they strolled around the town, looking in all the souvenir shops, with her taking her time, fully enjoying herself.

She couldn’t help but smile as they walked back to the hotel, glancing down at his feet and remembering his mortification as she applied a layer of bright red varnish to his toenails before unlocking him and how he turned crimson when she insisted he wear his open-toed sandals.

“You look absolutely beautiful,” she mocked, “the colour really suits you!”

Knowing he couldn’t disagree with her, she continued teasing, “Just the start of an exciting adventure. I can’t wait to start dressing you when we get home.”

She knew she had him once more when she leaned into him and felt his erection through his shorts, once more confirming his desire for humiliation. It had been an amazing holiday, one she knew they’d both never forget.

*****

Epilogue.

She sat on the plane, dreamily looking out of the window with her head resting against his shoulder. Her mind began wandering to recent events, when she’d started taking control of their sex life, when she’d started dominating him in a more complete way than the previous games they’d played.

She loved her husband; there was no doubt of that. Their bond only grew stronger as the years passed. She remembered her surprise when he started opening up to her about his submissive nature, her initial reluctance, and her eventual acceptance and enjoyment of his kinks.

She had to admit she still had insecurities about the things she pushed him to do, but deep down knew he loved submitting even more than she loved dominating.

She knew on their return home they would return to a normal life for a while, with normal ‘vanilla’ sex, in part because sometimes she wanted him to take control, to push her onto her back and take her roughly. She would need to be honest with him about that.

But she also knew, of course, that sooner or later, they would return to these games. Pandora’s box had been opened, and the lid had been blown to pieces. And of course, October wasn’t too far away! She’d promised him a month to remember. That was going to be interesting—difficult but interesting. She made a mental note to get in touch with Denise for some tips on how to treat him and what to expect.

Then there was the question of her needs, her kinks, and fantasies. She knew she’d hidden them deep within her psyche, being a wife and mother first and foremost for so long, but now, maybe it was her time. She wanted to explore this idea of outdoor sex again, this danger of being caught, that was next on her bucket list. She also needed her husband to take control once in a while, to dominate her, to be the nasty one; she’d always liked that, although nothing like the way he liked to be abused. She had her limits!

Finally, there was her hidden passion, the box she’d locked and secreted deep inside herself. Despite her recent daydream about that Spanish waiter, she knew she couldn’t give herself to another man-no way! But a woman—now that was another proposition entirely.

There had been a little incident with a college girlfriend many years ago, nothing too serious, she recalled, just a little drunken fumble, but she’d never forgotten the touch of her friend’s soft skin, her perfume, and the taste of her lipstick as they kissed. Then there was Denise’s recent kiss, which had been like an electric shock to her system; such a shame there was no opportunity to see how that might have progressed. Lord only knew what her husband would think of all this, if she ever told him that was. Perhaps that was something for another day.

The End.

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