Marriage Therapy: A Dom, a Sub & a Cuckold Page 3

  Dr. Stone stared back at Tyler. The husband was frozen in place, sniffing sweet panty like an addict’s prized narcotic. His erection was evident, signaling the therapist to move forward. Joshua Stone was so aroused himself, he wouldn’t have stopped regardless. He asked, “Lori, would you like me to continue?”

  “I would,” she said shamefully.

  “With a hand...or something harder?”

  After another long pause, she shamefully admitted, “Harder.”

  Tyler’s mouth dropped open, cock grew harder. He shook, hearing Dr. Stone’s belt buckle jingle. Off came the stiff leather strap. The therapist snapped it against his hand, making the couple jolt in anticipated fear.

  Lori’s body shook even more, as Joshua Stone’s hand touched her hot skin. He rubbed it sensually, almost polishing it. The soothing feeling made his curvy patient relax. Her mind drifted into the gentle tickle of his tough hands.

  Leaning into the desk, her eyes shut. With Lori’s dress pushed up around her waist, her juicy ass was lulled into comfort. SMACK! The leather belt stung her soft skin. Grasping onto the desk’s edge, her feet scraped the tile floor. She silently thought, That’ll leave a big mark...or two!

  Another lash crashed porcelain cheeks, leaving red strap marks across her bottom. Dr. Stone stopped after the second belting, gently rubbing her skin. Lori’s body jolted, unsure which sensation to expect and when to expect it. The mere anticipation made her even wetter.

  Feeling her body begin to slowly calm, Joshua asked, “Would you like to be spanked more?”

  Still processing the radiating sting, she threw caution away. “More. Harder, doctor.”

  Tyler gasped again, silently wondering, Who is this woman? Who am I? Why am I turned on by this? I’m...disgusted with us both! How is this therapy? How could this possibly help us? Why is my hand in my pants?

  As if in a sexual trance, Mr. Hale’s hand stroked himself inside his pants. An oozing pool of precum visibly soaked the outer cloth. Even with his sudden realization, he wasn’t going to stop the incredible feeling.

  Awaiting the next spanking, Lori’s husband was absent from her mind. Looking at the wall beyond the desk, she did as ordered. Moments felt like hours, as his hand kept tickling her ass. Instead of his belt, he unleashed his voice. “Lori...I want you to reach between your legs and rub your clit.”

  Lori gasped, having only heard of the love button in books. Tyler nearly fainted from disbelief. However, he was more interested in seeing where the clitoris was located. In reality, he didn’t even know of its existence.

  Spreading her legs wider, Lori slid a finger between her vaginal lips. Her pink nail polish peeked out from behind. Breathy gasps sounded from her lungs, as her sticky fingers rubbed the swollen red bump. Just the feeling of being watched, made her hotter than she’d ever been. She nearly forgot about the coming beating.

  CRACK! The stiff leather landed across the round mounds. Lori’s body pressed harder into the desk, forcing her fingers to squash the magic button flat. Joshua Stone returned to Mrs. Hale’s reddened moons. He unleashed another belting. The harder he beat her, the harder she rubbed her clit. She moaned, as he asked her, “I can stop at any moment.”

  “No, Dr. Stone,” Lori begged. “Harder...please. I like the hurt.”

  Tyler’s eyes nearly popped from his head, cock sprung a vein. His 4-inch strain gained an extra quarter inch. His inner-pants stroke quickened. As much as it humiliated him, he had to relieve the unfamiliar lust swelling his member.

  Dr. Stone’s swings got harder, leaving deeper welts along once pale buns. Each one was delivered with passion, striking just the right spot to enhance both pleasure and pain. Lori was so wet, drops of feminine rain fell from her sacred pool, landing on the floor like a summer shower.

  Every sense was brought to life upon Lori’s soft, tender body. Each pore rose from her skin, cold heat sizzled upon the porcelain surface. A sexual tempest was building within her like never before.

  Sensing his patient’s breaking point, Dr. Stone moved from beaten butt cheeks to a vaginal spanking. Expertly done, it hit just the right spot. He unleashed just enough pressure to sting the sensitive flesh.

  Lori’s finger slipped into the sensual slit. Her thumb continued the clit rub, fingers fucked her inner depths. Exploding in cries of unknown tones and pitch, she came in fits and heaves. Her hips gyrated against the glossy desk edge, smashing her sweet spot in between. Electric pleasure flowed across her body, heat sizzled her ovary oven. All the while, Dr. Stone kept belting her ass.

  Just when she finished, a rush of embarrassment overcame her. Worry also crept into her head, wondering, Tyler will never forgive me! What did I..., before she could finish her thought, a grunt sounded.

  Both Lori and Dr. Stone turned their heads towards Tyler. They watched in shock as his grunts filled the air. With hand in pants, he tugged away in pleasured humiliation, filling his underwear with a warm white load. As each new squirt escaped him, another wave of shame filled his body.

  Once finished, he removed his sticky hand, running from the room. Lori quickly pulled her skirt down, covering her ass cheeks. “Tyler, wait!” she yelled.

  “He’ll come to accept it,” Dr. Stone said.

  “Accept what?” she asked defensively.

  “That he’s a cuckold.”

  “A what?”

  Knowing her question would be answered at a later date, he instead answered another one. “And you’ll accept your true nature too.”

  “Which is?”

  “You’re a sexual submissive...desperately in need of a dominant man.”

  A rush of erotic fear swept her. Before giving it any further thought, she said, “I have to go. How much do I owe you?”

  “This one’s on the house. You can pay the next time.”

  “There won’t be a next time,” she said, heading for the exit.

  “You know I’m right. You know without me...your marriage is dead. You’ll be back,” he said confidently.

  She rushed out the door, hoping her husband would ever speak to her again.

  Chapter Three

  After a tense ride home, the Hale’s entered their abode. Tyler quickly ran for an underwear change. Lori lay on the bed, feeling an unfamiliar soreness pad her ass cheeks.

  She waited for Tyler to exit the bathroom, wondering if he’d even address the night’s crazed events. Communication wasn’t his style. Though, while lost in those thoughts, she drifted to others. What did Dr. Stone mean when he said...I’m in need of a dominant man? Was he saying...he’s that man? Did he mean a different man? He’s a therapist...I’m sure that kinda thing’s against the rules. Though...I’d guess spanking a patient’s not in the rule book either. What’s a cuckold anyway?

  The sound of slapped skin still filled her ears. Shutting her eyes, the feeling of Joshua’s bare hand commanded her ass. Lori could still feel the leather crackle cross her curvy ass cheeks.

  Lori’s thoughts returned to her absent husband. Tyler never emerged from the bathroom. A soft moan emanated from afar. Worry invaded her mind, troubling scenarios played her guilted conscious. Would he really harm himself?

  She carefully rose from the bed, tiptoeing toward the door. Peeking inside, an unexpected sight awaited. There Tyler was, masturbating at a fevered-pitch. Having already cum an hour ago, he was never one for seconds. In fact, he was rarely one for firsts. I’m...insulted, she silently thought. He barely has sex with me, yet he’s masturbating again?

  Tyler’s stroking got faster and harder. The look upon his face was tense, straddling the line of pleasure and shame. In just a moment’s time, he spewed the night’s second load from his 4-inch cock.

  Anger possessed Lori Hale. She wanted to barge in and shout, feeling like she was second fiddle to a hand. It wasn’t the masturbation that bothered her, but the fact it was chosen over her sex.

  Placing her hand on the door, Lori was about to confront her husband. Right before she could do so, she was
stopped by a different kind of moan. It was a sob. Upon Tyler’s last spurt, he broke down in tears. Landing upon his knees, shame covered his face.

  Saddened by the sight, Mrs. Hale didn’t know if she should approach or not. This is my fault, she told herself. As much as he didn’t please her in the bedroom, she loved him. They had good times and conversation, though their unfulfilled sex life always weighed them down. Slowly opening the door, she needed to console him.

  “I’m sorry, honey,” she said, heading in to hug him.

  “Get away,” Tyler shouted in humiliation, pushing her away. Pulling up his pants, he exited the bathroom, went to the bed. Lying down, it was clear he didn’t want to discuss it. Deeper guilt struck Lori. She was confused. Was he turned on...or upset? Why did he both orgasm and cry? I don’t understand.

  She approached the bed, seeing his back turned away from her. Lying down, she sighed in depressed dismay. “We won’t go back there...I’ll cancel the next appointment,” she said. “It’s all my fault. I’m sorry for ever asking you to go.”

  After a long pause, he stood, taking his pillow and blanket. Heading towards the door, he paused. Lori waited for him to speak. He finally did. “Don’t cancel,” he said, exiting the bedroom.

  Complete shock overtook the curvy blond. Why would he wanna go back there? He was...humiliated, she thought, suddenly realizing what a cuckold might’ve been. No matter what it was, she knew she had to ask Dr. Stone. She had to do it alone.

  *****

  “Lori, I knew you’d come back eventually...I just didn’t expect so soon. What can I do for you?” Joshua Stone asked in surprise.

  “I can come back another time,” Lori said.

  “I’m available,” Dr. Stone proclaimed.

  “Available? Like in...not married?” she asked in confusion, suddenly realizing, Did I really just ask that? I meant to think it quietly. How embarrassing!

  “Why would I mean it...in that context?”

  “No...no, of course you didn’t mean it that way. You meant...available to be seen, right,” she said heading towards the couch.

  “Not that it matters to our purposes here, but you’re correct in both assessments. I’m available to be seen...and I’m single,” he said shutting the door.

  Lori turned red, gulping deeply. His words only further confused her own questions and emotions. “Right.”

  Dr. Stone sat down in his chair. “Tell me, what couldn’t wait until next week?”

  She paused, trying to gather her words correctly. “Well...I’m not sure it couldn’t wait...”

  “Tell me,” he said in a commanding voice.

  Her control completely melted away. She panicked, speaking the first thing that came to mind. “We’re not coming back.”

  “So, you had to see me in person...to tell me you weren’t going to see me in person anymore?”

  “Ridiculous, yes...but true. Goodbye,” she said, standing to leave.

  “Sit,” Joshua said in a commanding tone. Lori immediately obeyed. “Why are you really here?”

  She stressfully exhaled. “I watched my husband cry last night...from what you did to him.”

  “Cry? That’s all? He didn’t...pleasure himself beforehand?”

  Lori gasped in disbelief. She searched her hair, then purse. “Did you put cameras on us somehow? Are you watching us at home?”

  Dr. Stone smirked. “No, Lori. It’s all a part of the process.”

  “How is that helpful to our marriage...our sex life? I mean...fine...even if humiliating him is part of your strange cure, spanking my nude butt with your belt can’t be!”

  “Are you sure about that?”

  She paused again, trying not to step into a trap. “I’m asking you, Dr. Stone.”

  “No, Lori...you’ve already made up your mind that it can’t. You made a verbal pledge to me, you agreed to do anything to save your marriage.”

  “And I will.”

  “You agreed to put your full trust in me.”

  “And I do.”

  He shook his head negatively, “Your actions aren’t matching your words.”

  “Look, doctor. All I’m asking for...is an explanation. When I came here, I expected an uptight elderly man with inkblots...not a handsome man acting out my embarrassing sexual fantasies. And...adding to that embarrassment...I just admitted I find you handsome...I’m such a dork!”

  “Don’t worry. I could already tell,” he said boldly.

  “I guess every female patient has that same look.”

  “Transference is common, yes. Though...the look in your eyes, is much more intense.”

  She blushed, looking downward. Though she suddenly realized, He looks at me the same way. Does that mean he thinks I’m beautiful?

  “Lori...look at me,” he said with authority.

  The curvy blond retrained her gaze upon his dark eyes. “Yes, doctor.”

  “Follow your heart. If you truly trust me, continue on. If not, walk away.”

  “What if it leads me wrong? What if I regret this? I love my husband, even if I’m not quite in love with him.”

  “The only way we learn to walk...is to risk falling.”

  Could he mean falling in love...with him? She silently wondered. Oh don’t be foolish...he means breaking a leg type of fall. “OK, doctor.”

  “Just remember...we all have our place in life, different roles to play at different times. By the end of all this...everyone will fill the role they were intended to have. Any other outcome...is just living a lie.”

  Inspired by his words, she spoke without pause. “But what if...hypothetically speaking...Tyler’s role isn’t what I need?”

  “Then that role will be filled by a man strong enough to claim it.”

  An intense quiet filled the air. Although Lori only had one visit with him, it was as if he was the only man for the job. “So if you can’t fix him...I’ll be forced to choose between my heart and my vagina?”

  “Maybe you’ll find someone to fulfill them both.”

  “Doctor, I didn’t come here for that. I came to heal the broken part of my marriage, not fully shatter it.”

  “Lucky for you...I’ve never failed before, and don’t plan on it now. No more questioning my methods. You do what I tell you...Tyler will follow.”

  “I just wish I understood all this...what a cuckold even is?”

  “It’ll all make sense...in the end. You may go now.”

  *****

  After a long week of little communication, the Hale’s returned to the therapy office. They didn’t speak of the crying incident at all, dealing with issues in their usual way: ignoring them.

  Dr. Stone had no intention of doing so. As the couple sat down, Joshua addressed them both. “Tell me, Tyler...last week, when I spanked your wife...how did it make you feel?”

  Tyler looked downward, drifting even further from eye contact. He started to speak, “I...”

  “Hand up!” Joshua Stone warned boldly. Mr. Hale’s hand quickly obeyed, eyes remained downward. “You may speak, Tyler.”

  As Tyler’s hand slowly sunk, he said, “Dr. Stone, I...felt...sick. I felt twisted...like a monster.”

  “You are what you feel,” Dr. Stone teased. Tyler cringed. “Tell me what else you felt.”

  Tyler’s hand quickly went up. Dr. Stone nodded in permission. The humiliated husband said, “I felt nothing else, doctor.”

  “You’re not being honest with me. They’ll be consequences from here on out. For your punishment, you’ll undress your wife to completion every session. She’ll remain that way throughout.”

  “Why her? She did nothing wrong!”

  “Hand!” Tyler quickly raised it. “Speak.”

  The embarrassed hubby pleaded, “Why is she punished for my actions, doctor?”

  “To motivate you,” Joshua said boldly.

  “Yes, doctor,” Tyler responded sickly, slowly turning towards his wife’s gaze. Fearful lust filled her hazel eyes. She stood up. Removing her he
els, feminine bare feet were revealed. The husband’s trembling hands reached for his wife’s pink dress. Placing his palms on her outer thighs, disgust filled his face. She was about to be fully exposed to another man, the result of his own lie.

  Tyler slid his sweaty hands upward, taking Lori’s pink dress with him. The higher he went, the more white panty was shown. Riding her undulating hips, he continued up the waist. Arriving at her bra, shielded C-cups spilled out. Pulling it overhead, silky strands of golden hair snuck through the loop.

  Tyler tucked his fingers into the panty bands, lowering them to Lori’s ankles. He could barely stare at her puffed protruding lips. Looping the underwear through her feet, he moved to her bra. After fumbling with the clasp, he finally freed it.

  As Lori’s bra fell to the floor, there she stood, fully naked and exposed. She felt embarrassed, yet deeply turned on. It was as if she was on display, like a sexual mannequin. Like a museum treasure, she was carefully studied.

  Looking away, Tyler raised his hand in shame.

  “Speak,” Joshua Stone said.

  “I did what you asked,” a humiliated and erect Tyler spoke.

  “You’ll also be undressed for the sessions,” Dr. Stone said, reaching into his desk drawer.

  “I’ll be what?” Tyler asked.

  Ignoring the question, Joshua Stone unleashed a ruler. He handed it to a nude Lori. “Measure him.”

  Lori gasped. “Like...in inches?” Knowing Tyler wasn’t very big, she asked, “Can I at least use centimeters? It’ll sound better.”

  “I’ll say this one more time to you both. If you want psychobabble bullshit, go find another shrink. If you want a different approach, do what I say...now!”

  His commanding tone was so strong, Tyler was practically compelled into obeying. Quickly removing his clothes, a humiliating hard-on popped out. He stood there in throbbing shame, nude with his wife in front of this stranger. Staring down at the floor, he awaited the humiliating action.

  Lori approached her husband’s cock. Kneeling, she moved like a death row inmate. Although she knew his visual size, she had no idea of the actual number. She hadn’t been with another man before her marriage, though had read about much bigger tools in her eBooks.