P01E04

I asked Howard: “Can… can I address her? “ Even after my chat with her that afternoon, it now seemed appropriate to ask him.

He made a generous gesture, and said: “Of course! We are amongst ourselves, here.”

“Marcy… I must say I’m a bit at a loss here. You are a modern and self-conscious woman, right?”

“Yes,” she replied. I noticed the missing “Sir” now.

“So can you explain how it works? I mean, in our feminist age you have all the tools to be free and pursue your own goals and purposes… yet you choose to forfeit your freedom, and submit to a man instead, obeying him and doing his bidding, as if it was the 19th century again... can you explain that to me?”

Marcy took a minute to formulate her thoughts, and then said: “I don’t see that as a contradiction at all. My life has taught me that what you call ‘freedom’ just now isn’t really free at all. I wouldn’t be controlled by any man, but I’d be controlled by my own instincts, it would make me a **** to my own subconscious urges. Yes, I strive to be free and unburdened; and Howard gives me that. He provides the structure and discipline I need to elevate myself above these compulsions. Every day, he shows me how much he loves me, by providing the tools and methods to liberate myself. Yes, he commands and directs me; but I am also convinced that he does so only with my best interests in mind. He makes me happy and fulfilled, leading me to enlightenment and an experience of joy I could only ever have dreamed of. How does that NOT make me free?”

Again, her words left me baffled. Again, she made it sound natural, logical and good. It felt as if she was a tour guide, showing me around in a land of mystery, delight and wonder; a land I admired even though I had never dreamt it might exist.

I was a perfectly normal and healthy teenager; and that meant I had consumed my fair share of internet porn. Doing so I had also stumbled across the various “domination”, “**** girl”, and “discipline” videos. They had always fascinated me, and they had certainly fascinated my cock; but I had always assumed they were some kind of male fantasy, that no sane woman would ever freely submit to something like that. I certainly would never want to **** a girl to do anything like that, so I had assumed they were a fiction, conceived for jerking-off dreams and nothing else.

Yet here she was, right before my eyes. A girl who did submit to it, who allowed a man to dominate and control her, and who was perfectly happy doing so. And I had only seen the first glance of it yet… What else was in store?

Howard had watched me pondering for a bit, but now he spoke: “Yes, it is a precious gift indeed. But you have to understand, it is a responsibility as well. Marcy trusts me more than she does herself to decide what is best for her; that trust can’t be shamed, or it all breaks down. Of course, I really enjoy this power I have over her as well… that’s the contract. We both take from our marriage the things we love best, and we both grow as human beings while doing so. It is amazing, isn’t it?”

“Yes… amazing. I had never dreamed a relationship like that could exist!”

“Oh yes it does… here, let me give you an example. Marcy, when was the last time I fucked your pussy? “

A blush rushed across my face at the ridiculous thought of my father asking that in public to my mother, but Marcy just calmly replied in a matter-of-fact way: “19 weeks, 5 days, and approximately 17 hours, Sir.”

I quickly calculated. Over four months! Howard looked again at me, obviously enjoying yet another baffled look on my face, just barely preventing my jaw from dropping, before he said: “And why has it been such a long time, Marcy?”

“Because you want me to abstain from orgasm for two whole weeks before you will fuck my pussy, Sir. “ She shrugged, then added: “I haven't managed to abstain for so long since then.”

“So I will not fuck you until you manage to abstain from orgasm for two weeks. “

“Yes, Sir.”

“Even though you feel like dying of the desire to feel my dick thrusting away inside you again.“

“Indeed, Sir. But I know it can’t happen until I succeed in your challenge for me. ”

“So… is that completely fair then? This is obviously your own failure, and the abstention is a means to discipline you for that… but maybe your husband would want some pleasure from fucking his wife as well? “

“Oh but you do, Sir. My asshole is available to you, and so is my mouth. You enjoy the pleasure of them both on a daily basis.”

“Indeed I do… both holes are thoroughly enjoyable places to dwell in, and using them provides me with deep satisfaction and pleasure. So tell me, are these uses entirely for my pleasure? Or do they generate delectation for you as well?”

“They do, Sir. Getting my ass fucked is deeply arousing. Taking your dick in there gives me a feeling of deep inferiority, dependence, vulnerability, and weakness. These are all feelings which hornify me more than anything else. Even the ache you cause by not holding back in any way, and just fuck me up the arse as hard as you can, this sense of surrendering to your wild fury is deeply sensuous. It is because I know it is for you, that you want me to experience every second of filling up my ass in full. In fact that is usually when I can’t refrain from release anymore and break the two weeks again. As if I’m defenseless against assfucks, I really can’t hold my orgasm back…“

She pouted a bit when she paused, then added: “Sir.”

I knew they were not really having a conversation, that they were just playing a bit of theater for my sake. Still it didn’t feel fake or artificial at all. It might be theater, but the circumstances of her submission seemed real enough as they discussed them.

And the play they performed for me wasn’t quite over yet. Howard continued the interview: “So does it mean that your pussy has been vacant for so long, as well?”

“Oh no, Sir. You usually keep me well stuffed with various objects, either specialized ones like dildoes and geisha balls, or everyday ones like a banana, or a broomstick. Then there are the houseguests you invite here to enjoy themselves, who can also have their way with most of my body as they please. “

“And you really enjoy that, being the slut that you are, don’t you?”

“I do, Sir. Being pounded by all those cocks makes me feel like I am fulfilling my purpose as a woman. Though I would enjoy your own dick even more, I realize it is my own fault that you can’t make use of my pussy yourself, that I’m not disciplined enough to meet the requirements. So I’m working hard to get there. I am aware how limiting it is to you, that you would also love to stuff up my pussy with your own self. I want to give you all I can, and I regret that I cannot do that just yet. I’m so very sorry for that, Sir.”

Howard smiled at her: “Well yes, it is an obvious source of responsibility and guilt. I would just LOVE to take not just your ass, but your pussy as well. After all, an ass can substitute for a pussy only for so long. But fortunately, I have some relief, don’t I? Tell me Marcy, what would that be?”

For the first time, Marcy paused before responding. Up till now, she had responded promptly, without hesitation, and without any apparent shame or shyness; now a dark cloud traversed her face. She looked disturbed, maybe even tormented. It seemed like she needed to gather a lot of strength, before she managed to reply, in a hushed voice: “You bring different pussies here, Sir, and you shove yourself into their slits, because you need to enforce my discipline and I cannot completely satisfy you. “

With an evil grin on his face, Howard turned to me: “There, saw that? She still has major jealousy issues. The thought that I might need a different woman to fulfill my needs is deeply upsetting for her; she wants to be my dream girl, without any need for me to want for anyone else. On a rational level, she obviously understands that no man could ever limit himself to just one girl… and that it is not her place to demand fidelity, monogamy, you know, the traditional stuff, from me. Yet on an emotional level, it is much more complicated. It will require much more work to get over those barriers.”

Marcy shook her head, and there was a tear in the corner of her eye: “That’s not jealousy, Howard, and you know that very well. I have nothing against these girls. It is about my own failure, that I can’t be enough for you. “

Realizing she had overstepped somehow, she quickly added: “Sir.”

Howard shrugged: “Yeah, sure. But if you feel bad because I fuck a different girl, surely I can call that jealousy, right? Like, that’s what the word means? “

He turned to me and smiled, clearly inviting me to add into the discussion.

I said: “Yes… I guess so. I suppose the rules for this… kind of… marriage are somewhat different in that respect as well?”

Howard said: “They are indeed. Anyway, I guess all this talk is getting boring, right? You want to see how this actually works, don’t you? “