Becoming a Cuckold

I’ve always wondered about the cuckold fantasy. Is it a fetish? Or something else which makes some men accept watching other men fuck their wives. But in writing what are primarily Dominance/submission stories, the submissives in my stories don’t seem to have much of a problem sharing their Dominants with other people. The Dominants definitely share their slaves with others, even wives, but it’s not being done to them, but at their control, so it’s not cuckoldry. I think you have to be submissive to be a cuckold. Whatever else it is, it’s an act of submission. But it did make me want to try to write a cuckold story, and who best to write about than Lynn’s son, Richard, as an offshoot of the Beth chronicle. It also allows me to keep familiar characters around. This story then will be a cuckold story and go in the Loving Wives category, although it’s going to have elements of BDSM, and gay sex, for reasons which become clear. For those who aren’t reading the My Voyage stories, this is a recap of something which happened there, but told from Richard’s perspective. This chapter contains oral, public, extra marital and lesbian sex, bondage and discipline. STD’s and COVID don’t exist in this fantasy world. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editing assistance. He makes it better.

 

Becoming a Cuckold, Ch 1 – A Recap

 

“Marnie, why did you want to have sex with other men? Don’t you love me?”

My wife, Marnie, and I were soaking in hot water in the hotel Jacuzzi after Marnie had a seven man train run on her ass. The hot water bath had been recommended by a medical professional to soothe her sore posterior. That and some Tylenol. A lot had happened today. I was leaning against the back of the tub while Marnie leaned back against me.

I was confused. I’d watched six other men fuck Marnie’s ass. Though it was hard for me, it had still been sexually stimulating. I got an erection watching man after man fuck her, even though she was climaxing over and over on each of their cocks. She even sucked the cum off their dicks when they finished fucking her, just as she had me when I started the train.

I’d even had sex with another woman, Roberta, while watching, and it was good I had or I might have had the worst case of blue balls ever recorded. I was conscious of every orgasm she had, more than the other woman I’d fucked. It’s not as if Roberta was bad looking. She was an ex-Marine with a hard, taut body. Not quite the boobs Marnie had, but a superb specimen of female flesh.

When all the other men were done with her, I’d had to fuck her again, because I wanted to, though I left her poor, wretched, inflamed ass alone. It was so full of cum, it was dripping out, running all over her pussy. Fucking her, I even had the depraved idea I needed to clean the cum from her ass, and when I finished in her, I did, licking the cum of seven different men, including myself, out of her ravaged asshole. She’d had enema cleansing before it started, but that didn’t negate the seven loads deposited in her rectum over the course of the evening.

I knew how tender she would be and I was so gentle doing it, even wanted to do it, and how fucking sick was that.

“Of course I love you, Richard. I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t love you. You’re the kindest, gentlest, most loving person I ever met. I can’t help but love you.”

“Then why the other men?”

“I think it’s what your mother said. I believe I’m submissive and you’re not an alpha. You’re a nice guy and I want to stay married to you. You’re a good man, a good provider, and I think you’ll be a wonderful father, but I’m missing something.”

“What are you missing? I’m trying to understand.”

Marnie turned to me and kissed me. “You know your mother had me fuck Björn and Manuel after being edged into begging for a cock.”

“She told me she was going to.”

Marnie kissed me again, then faced away, perhaps unwilling to look at me while she told me.

“They both fucked me so hard, Richard. You’ve never once fucked me like that in your life. They pounded me into submission. They made me cum. I couldn’t help it. Everyone who fucked me today, fucked me like they owned me. They were gentle enough, especially when they were fucking my ass, but they possessed me. You’ve never possessed me.”

“I thought you liked making love, not fucking?”

“I do. It was a wonderful way to lose my virginity. You were so gentle and solicitous, it made it easier. But it hasn’t changed since that first time. You still treat me like I’m a virgin and we’ve been married for five months. Do you know how many times when I’ve refused you oral sex, I wished you’d jam your cock in my mouth and skull fuck me?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Maybe I couldn’t. I was raised a certain way by conservative parents. I was still a virgin when we married. I didn’t know how to ask you to treat me like a slut, even if I knew I wanted it.”

“So it’s better that you asked someone else?”

“I didn’t ask anyone else. I was treating you like a total bitch and Beth and your mother saw I wanted more than I was getting from you. They figured it out. I didn’t. They realized we were both submissive and I needed someone who’d take me. They knew it couldn’t be you. I was withholding sex from you, Richard. Maybe I was hoping you’d get tired of it and just fuck me like the bitch I was acting like to you. I didn’t want to be a bitch. You didn’t deserve it. I just didn’t know how to ask for it.”

“So now I’m going to be your submissive and we’re both going to be submissives to my mother and possibly my sister as well?”

“I think it will be good for both of us. I have to surrender all three of my fuck holes to you every day. I can’t ignore your sexual needs anymore. You get to fuck me every day. I’ll have to suck your cock every day. That’s better for you. I’ll learn to be a Dominant and to demand what I want from you. If you don’t want to do it, we don’t have to do it, but does that mean we go back to what we were before? That wasn’t working for me, no matter how much I loved you. I needed more and I wasn’t getting it from you.”

“You’re going to fuck other men?” I meant more than the ones who’d already fucked her, something like fourteen already today; in the future.

“Probably. If it gets me what I want. And your mother is insisting you get to fuck someone else every month too. It’s not one sided.”

“What if I can give you want you want?”

“Then I won’t need to fuck anyone else.”

“What do I need to do?”

“You need to figure it out, Richard. If you figure it out before we have to go back for training tomorrow, we can cancel the whole thing. I can’t tell you. I’ve given you the clues you need. Make it happen.”

Marnie stood up, the water sheeting off her as she did. I could see her rectum no longer gapped from her anal fucking, though it was still somewhat red and inflamed.

What did she need?

I got out of the tub, drained it, dried off and brushed my teeth. Marnie was in bed, naked. She didn’t even have a nightgown on, which she usually wore to bed. I climbed into bed with her and licked her to three orgasms, then made love to her, in the missionary position, giving her another one in the process. She moaned and I could feel her contractions around my cock before I climaxed, so I knew I’d pleasured her. She’d enjoyed it, I know she did. When we were done, she turned on her side and I curled around her.

We got up early enough to eat and dress before eight. Early enough we had sex again in the morning, I entered her lying down beside her from behind. It was gentle and I stroked and caressed her breasts and even played with her clitoris. It was perhaps the first time we’d had back to back evening and morning sex since our honeymoon. She climaxed, softly moaning again. I even licked her clean when we were done. She sucked my cock clean, which Marnie had never done before, but she did tell mother she’d give me all three of her holes.

Then we ordered breakfast from room service. It was good, unfamiliar because it was local food, but good.

It was 7:45 AM and I wondered if I could call mother and tell her we weren’t coming; we’d worked something out.

“You’d better get ready to go, Richard. You didn’t figure it out,” Marnie said, putting on clothes, but no underwear.

“You climaxed,” I protested.

“I did. You’re not a bad lover, Richard. It’s not like you’re incompetent. It’s just not all I need. I’m sorry.”

She kissed me again and I got dressed, wondering about the rest of my day and what I’d done wrong or hadn’t done.

******

Joshua and his four slaves took the time to explain Dominance and submission to us. It was easy to see he’d been doing it a long time. His four slaves were naked, including his wife, and when I had to remove my clothes, the evidence of my interest in them was obvious. All four of them were lovely, and none of them was older than their mid-thirties, Miranda the oldest. Joshua apparently didn’t care. I don’t know why I thought he would. Beth had sucked my cock yesterday and licked Marnie’s pussy. Last night, she’d had sex with this mountainous black guy for fifteen minutes. Apparently, he didn’t care who she had sex with. I wondered if I’d ever feel that nonchalant about whether Marnie fucked someone else.

Marnie had to be naked because she was both a sub and my Mistress, and she needed to experience the sub things like I did. Alexa got to remain clothed and it was extremely humiliating to be naked in front of my younger sister. Humiliating, but also exciting.

Manuel was there too, and I remembered he’d fucked Marnie yesterday. I wanted to hate him, yet he was standing here as naked as I was, knowing he would be used to show Marnie and Alexa how to punish male slaves.

Picking up some of the tools of Dominance, Joshua explained why you’d choose one thing over another and how to test it on yourself so you wouldn’t be too harsh on anyone. It was nice to know no one wanted you to bleed. The slaves talked about something called subspace. Not Star Trek subspace, but a way of pushing a punishment to the background so it didn’t hurt so much. I paid attention to that as much as I could as it sounded like a good thing to know if Marnie punished me very often.

Joshua would demonstrate something on one of his slaves, and Marnie and Alexa would practice on them, to get an understanding of the limits of corporal punishment. They would practice what Joshua called aftercare. Letting a submissive down easy after what he identified as an intense scene, which didn’t necessarily involve corporal punishment. It could be anything which jacked up your hormone levels and adrenaline, so emotionally intense, rather than just physical.

When they were doing the paddles, they practiced first on the females, then moved to me. I suppose a buttock was a buttock and there wasn’t much difference between a male ass and a female ass. Marnie went easier on me than Alexa did. I never had to use a safe word, but I definitely felt hers more than I felt Marnie’s. It’s like she knew just how hard she could hit me without my having to stop it.

There was this little plastic paddle that wasn’t much different from a paint stirrer with a bigger handle shaped like a dildo. That one stung bad, but the pain didn’t linger, although the heat left on my ass or wherever you were struck, was substantial. It could be used on other parts of your body instead of just a bottom. He used it on his slave’s breasts and pussies, any place a little fleshier on your body, such as your thighs or calves.

They also used a leather wrapped wooden paddle which whacked with more force, like a thud, and hurt longer but stung less, if that makes sense. That one only got used on buns and the backs of your thighs, the spanking zone. There was a small switch type thing that I didn’t appreciate, which seemed to leave small welts. I have to admit, they gave us time between each different device and the pain from the previous one almost always dissipated to a lower level before they started in again.

Then, they went from paddles to a whip, or flogger, a multi-tailed leather thing. Joshua said they could be used on other parts of the body, pretty much any part except for the face. They even whipped the slave’s breasts and pussies. I expected them to be screaming in pain, but they didn’t. If anything, they seemed aroused by it.

Alexa had to practice on Marnie as well. Marnie was entering a submissive relationship and would, at times, find herself punished. My sister would do it primarily as mother didn’t expect to return to the States until next June or July. I watched with interest as Alexa punished her, even whipping her boobs and pussy. Even Marnie didn’t squeal from the whipping. Instead, she seemed as aroused as the others were, her vaginal fluids beginning to drip down her thighs. When Alexa noticed Marnie’s excitement, she kissed her and fingered her, finger fucking her until Marnie orgasmed. To be honest, the orgasm seemed more powerful than either of the ones I gave Marnie when we made love. I was entranced at the sight of my wife cumming on my sister’s fingers, her gasps and moans, how she humped Alexa’s hand.

Alexa might also end up punishing me. It seemed odd to think my little sister might be smacking my bare ass or whipping my cock and balls, but if Marnie was my Dominant, and she was a sub herself, I was below Marnie in the pecking order and both Alexa and mother were my Overlords, so to speak. Slaves got punished while naked. Even my mother could punish me naked, though when was up in the air.

They hadn’t started whipping either Manuel or me yet, except on our backs and butts, concentrating on the women. Eventually, it came time for them to practice on our cocks and balls. Joshua admitted he didn’t have, nor had he ever had, a male slave and didn’t understand them the way mother did. Rather than learn himself, then try to teach the others, they were going to start practicing on Manuel, learning on him because he could express his limits, then practice on me.

Joshua told them to begin very lightly, then slowly increase the intensity of their strokes on him until they reached the level Lynn used and he’d say they were where they needed to be. Because I was just starting as a submissive, they had to start lightly on me as well, because Manuel could probably tolerate more now than when he began. I appreciated he was explaining how not to hurt me, because I expected a whip to my family jewels wasn’t going to be pleasant, and I wondered how Marnie had been so excited when she was whipped there.

Alexandra asked, “Should I be whipping my naked brother’s dick? It isn’t incestuous is it?” I had the same question myself.

Joshua explained familial nudity didn’t consist of anything incestuous. Striking or hitting wouldn’t be either, but any type of physical handling or touching, even manual, might, depending upon the local laws. That even extended to the aftercare. If Alexa felt I needed the aftercare from an intense scene, Marnie, or someone else would need to provide it. If an orgasm was required to bring me down, she couldn’t provide it. Another sub could be used, but it was always best if a Dominant addressed aftercare if it was mucho intense. Marnie would definitely be the choice for something big.

“Can we have Richard get Manuel ready to fuck?” Marnie asked.

That was an unusual question to me. Was she expecting me to have sex with him? Jack him off or something?

“No. It’s a condition of Manuel’s slave agreement he doesn’t have sex with males.”

Good, I didn’t want to have sex with men anyway, but then Marnie asked, “If Manuel would allow male sex, would you suck him back to an erection, Richard?”

“For what purpose?”

Alexa swatted my butt with the paddle she’d used earlier. “Address her as Mistress, slave.”

“Mistress, why would you want me to suck a man to an erection?”

“So he could fuck me. Let’s say he’s already fucked me and he needs another erection in order to fuck me again. Would you get him hard so he can fuck me a second time?”

“Marnie?” I didn’t want to suck another cock. I’m not sure I even wanted to be there if she fucked another man.

Alexa smacked my ass another whack. “Mistress, I mean. Why would I suck another man’s cock?”

“You’ve already let him fuck me once. You’re agreeing that I can fuck other men. I’d like to fuck him a second time. Last night, when six other men fucked my ass, you watched them fuck me. You got hard, so hard you had to fuck my cunt when they were done. Was it exciting to you to watch me fuck them?”

Exciting, depraved, embarrassing, humiliating.

“You licked their cum out of my ass, Richard. I didn’t order you to do it. Was it exciting?”

“Yes, Mistress.” No point in denying it. Beth had seen me do it. Probably others knew by now.

“If it were just one man and he climaxed and I wanted him to fuck me again, would you suck his cock to get it hard enough to fuck me again? Would you help your Mistress? Simple question.”

“I wouldn’t want to, Mistress.”

“Would you obey me?”

I thought about it. It didn’t take long. “Yes, Mistress.” I was ashamed to admit it, but I probably would.

I saw the other slaves look at each other. I wanted to sink into the floor. The only person who didn’t look at me sideways was Joshua. Did he understand?

Alexa leaned close and whispered in my ear. “Embrace your submissive nature, Richard. Don’t worry about what anyone else thinks. The female slaves help their Master fuck other people. They embrace their submissiveness. You can too. It’s not wrong if this is the way you are.”

Her telling me that made me feel a little better. She was right. I was still thinking like Marnie’s husband. I was her husband, but also her submissive.

The question asked and answered to my deep shame, Manuel and I were strung up for our genital whipping. I was afraid, yet my dick was still hard.

Marnie began whipping Manuel. I almost wished she’d whip his cock off. I suppose Mother wouldn’t be too happy if her slave was emasculated. She started out easily but getting stronger until Manuel said he’d reached his limits. I was surprised at how much he took. His cock and balls were red, but nothing was bleeding. I wondered if I could take as much.

Manuel was given a break, allowing the pain to dissipate as Marnie whipped me. I had to use my first safe word, but not as soon as I thought I would. It was surprising to me how much pain I could tolerate.

My sister would go next. When Manuel said he was ready to go, Alexandra whipped him. She stopped occasionally to stroke his cock and balls as if she knew he could take more if she mixed stoking him with striking him. It must have worked. His shaft was purple it was so engorged with blood. Alexa kissed him and lightly brushed her fingernails over his nipples. It seemed she was able to whip him harder than Marnie had managed. His cock throbbed with every beat of his heart. She curled the whip around his scrotum and it caused him to jet his load like a fire hose. Joshua looked surprised.

“Did you witness your mother punish Manuel with a whip?” he asked.

“No, I saw her using a paddle, though.”

“Was she stroking him like you were?”

“No, in fact she threw a towel over him when we entered the room.”

He seemed impressed with my sister. What was she going to do to me? Would she whip my scrotum? Was I going to blast a load on the floor?

Alexa asked if Manuel had to clean up after himself and Joshua had her release him so he could clean up. He told Alexa to provide aftercare when he was done. She pointed out his cum on the floor with her shoe and told him to clean it up. He licked it off the floor. Would I have to do the same. It looked like a fairly clean floor, although if you ran a black light through there, I’m sure you’d see oodles of cum stains.

Alexa surprised me when he finished. She sucked his cock back to an erection and dropped her underwear to ride him on the floor. Talk about aftercare. She caressed him, kissed him and whispered to him like she whispered to me. What was she telling him? It was okay to spray a load on the floor and lick it up? That she loved his cock in her cunt? He was grinding up into her. Alexa would grind down on him as she was impaled on his spear. Manuel was panting hard and getting close to release.

“Look at me, Manuel. Are you going to tell your fiancée how much you liked fucking me today? Will Sherry enjoy knowing I’m carrying your cum around in my cunt? If she were here, would she lick it out of me? Will you tell her how hard you orgasmed for me? How much cum you gave me? How you begged me to cum?”

“Mistress, please let me cum?” He was begging too. Would I beg to cum when it was my turn.

“Not yet, love. I want to hear you beg harder for your release. You don’t sound desperate enough to me.”

“Please, Mistress. I won’t last much longer. Please let me cum.”

Alexa grabbed his ballsack. “I’ll crush your nuts if you cum before I do, slave.”

“Please, Mistress, are you close? Please tell me you’re close.”

“Not yet,” Alexa warned. “Another half minute at least.”

Alexa wouldn’t let him stop moving to delay his orgasm. “Keep fucking me, slave. How will I cum if you quit fucking me?”

Manuel was shaking like crazy, starting to arch up into her, his abs tightening with each thrust up. Alexa mewled her pleasure. “Cum, Manuel. Fill me with your sperm,” Alexa howled. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard!”

I sure hope my sister was on birth control because it looked as if Manuel launched a pint of cum into her. The others were watching them, as surprised as I was. Even Marnie was watching the display.

Alexa leaned down and kissed him. She turned and backed up so her cunt was over his face. “You know what you need to do, Manuel.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Manuel licked his cum out of her cunt. As a submissive, I imagined I’d be expected to do the same thing. I imagined I’d get used to the taste of male sperm much faster than I wanted to. She bent down to kiss Manuel again. Damn, my sister wasn’t a little girl anymore.

“How was that, Joshua?” Alexa asked. “Did I do that right?”

“Manuel,” Joshua asked, “did she do it right?”

“Yes, Master. She did it perfectly.”

“Manuel, why don’t you run down to Sherry and apologize to your fiancée for how hard you fucked me and how much you liked it,” Alexa said. “If you’re sufficiently sorry and beg for forgiveness while running your tongue through her cunt, perhaps she will.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He smiled. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“You’re welcome. No wonder Mother loves you.”

“Let’s see what you do with Richard,” Joshua said. “Remember, no touching.”

“Has he had enough time to recover?”

“More than enough.”

Alexandra asked Joshua to move in front of me. What was she going to do. I hoped she wouldn’t ask me to suck his cock. If she did, I hoped he’d refuse. He said he didn’t have male slaves, so he didn’t seem bisexual either.

She didn’t ask me to suck his cock, she ordered Marnie to do it.

“Slut, this Master needs his cock sucked. Get over here like the two bit whore you are and suck it.”

Marnie dropped to her knees and crawled across the floor. She lowered Joshua’s zipper and released his cock. Oh, fuck. His cock was bigger than mine, maybe two or more inches longer. Marnie wrapped her lips around it and I was watching my wife suck another man’s cock. Not just cleaning it off like last night, but sucking him to orgasm. Fuck, was she going to swallow it? She never swallowed my cum. Even yesterday, she’d let me spray her face and then licked it off her fingers as she wiped it up. The room was quiet, watching the lewd display.

Alexa moved closer to me. “Look at what your whore wife is doing, Richard. She’s sucking another man’s cock. She’s going to keep sucking it until he cums in her mouth. You want to see that, don’t you?”

She was swallowing his whole cock. She’d just swallowed all of mine for the first time yesterday. It was so big and looked so fucking lewd, like a porn movie. Marnie was like a porn actress sucking a big dick down her throat.

“You want to see her swallowing all his salty sperm down?”

I nodded. I did want to see it. My cock was betraying me again. It was hard.

“Answer me! You don’t get to nod and pretend you’re an innocent bystander to your fucking whore wife. You need to tell everyone what you want.”

“I want to see her suck his cock and swallow his cum,” I admitted. What happened to me?

Alexa smacked my ass with her whip. “Address me as Mistress, slave.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Of course you want to see her suck cock and swallow cum. You didn’t think you deserved that slut when you married her, did you? You thought she was too good for you. She could have had anyone and she picked a loser like you?”

I did feel fortunate when Marnie agreed to marry me. I didn’t feel that special. Not a brain, not an athlete, not a looker, pretty much average in every respect. A lot of men had pursued her. To be honest, even a couple women were interested in her.

“Yes, she could have had anyone.”

“There you go. Now we’re getting somewhere. Look at how your dinky dick is growing, watching Marnie pleasure another man with her mouth.” My cock was throbbing. Alexa lifted my cock with her whip, not touching me with her hand. “You liked watching all those real men fuck your wife last night, didn’t you. All those hard, manly cocks slamming into her slutty ass. It gave you an erection to see her used like a common whore, your own fucking wife, for God’s sake. Say it. We already know. You already admitted it to your slut wife.”

“I loved watching her fuck other men.” What was I saying? Why did I love watching other men fuck my wife. Why did I get an erection watching her suck Joshua’s cock.

“Why did you love it?” Asking the same question I’d asked myself. What was the answer.

“Because she loved it and I got to watch her cum over and over.” Had watching her receive pleasure given me pleasure?

“You don’t think you’re good enough, man enough, do you?”

Alexa just told me it wasn’t my fault. I was born this way. Everything was being taken out of my hands. Other people would decide who, when and if I fucked. Other people would fuck my wife. I was made this way. Why fight it.

“No.”

“You’re probably right. I heard her moaning and groaning even over my own fucking and I wasn’t keeping quiet. I don’t know how many times she climaxed on other men’s big cocks. I’ll bet you know, don’t you, Richard? How many times she orgasmed?”

I’d kept track, watching her cum over and over again.

“Twenty-four.”

Alexa flicked the whip against my balls. It wasn’t bad, but I flinched.

“Address me as Mistress. Have you made her cum twenty-four times since you were married in April, and I’m not talking about your tongue. I’m talking about your prick, Richard?” My sister snapped another shot on my cock. “This pathetic prick that gets hard at the thought of other men fucking your wife?”

How many times had I fucked my wife to an orgasm. I was sure of the two last night. I wasn’t even sure if I’d fucked her once a week since we were married. So often, I’d licked her instead of fucking. It was so much easier, because I knew she’d let me.

“I don’t know. I’m not sure.”

“That’s what; once a week? You don’t know if you made your new bride cum once a week on your pathetic prick?”

“Maybe.”

“Let’s ask an easier question. Did you make her cum twice on your honeymoon with your cock, or did you have to lick her to every one, or did you let some other stud fuck her for you?”

Alexa was behind me and when she flicked the whip from the rear she got both my scrotum and dick. I jumped as I tried to think. I was sure we’d had sex at least a half dozen times. She had to have climaxed at least half of them. She climaxed most of the times we made love.

“No, I’m sure I made her cum twice.”

“Help me understand, Richard. You made her cum two, maybe three times on your four day honeymoon and she orgasmed twenty-four times in two and a half hours last night? No wonder you don’t think you’re good enough for her.”

I knew she was right. I know I hadn’t made Marnie orgasm twenty-four times on her honeymoon. Was there a reason? Wasn’t I man enough?

I watched Marnie, taking every inch of Joshua’s cock, her throat swelling when she got it all down. I felt everyone looking at me. Did they pity me? Did they know I wasn’t good enough to satisfy my wife? What hadn’t I done. Marnie had told me if I figured it out, we didn’t have to do this. I didn’t figure it out and now I was watching her swallow a bigger cock than I would ever have.

“What did you do after they all fucked her Richard?” Alexa asked, reminding me again of what I did. “I’m sure everyone would like to know. Joshua wasn’t there. I left before they’d finished. Tell us what you did after six other men fucked your wife’s ass.”

Alexa flicked my cock again, twitching and throbbing as I watched Marnie.

“I licked and sucked the cum out of her ass.” My cock bobbed.

“Did anyone order you to do this or did you choose to do it yourself?” She struck me again. I almost wanted her to hit me harder because I was a failure as a husband, as a man to my wife. She got more satisfaction fucking other men instead of me. Admit it, Richard, you’re a cuck. You were born a cuckold. Man up and admit you liked it.

“I chose to do it.” It was getting easier to admit.

“You licked and sucked the cum of seven different men out of your whore wife’s ass. Richard, no wonder you’re a slave. Slut, when Joshua cums in your mouth. Don’t swallow it. I want you to hold it in your mouth, show it to your husband, then kiss him and give it all to him. Apparently, he enjoys the cum of men who’ve cum in his wife.”

Apparently, I did. I’d cleaned her ass for her last night.

Marnie nodded, bobbing up and down Joshua’s cock. He was groaning, getting close to splashing his jizz down her throat.

“Richard, I’m going to allow you to cum. When your whore wife kisses you with another man’s cum in her mouth and she pushes it inside with her tongue so you can swallow all that manly seed, you have my permission to cum. Not just my permission to cum. I order you to cum. I want your cum to spill onto the floor because you don’t deserve to put it in your whore wife. Then you can lick it off the floor. Are you ready Richard? It won’t be long now. Joshua’s going to fill up her mouth and she’s going to give it to you to swallow and then you have to cum all over the floor. It’s okay if you cum on your whore wife too.”

Alexa’s whip snapped again, my cock and balls were throbbing. How could I be so damn close to cumming. It wasn’t “my” cock getting sucked by my wife.

Joshua grunted and I could see his cock flex and pulse, filling Marnie’s mouth with his cum. Marnie wasn’t swallowing, some of it dribbling out the sides of her mouth, saving it for me. When he seemed done and she’d sucked to get the last few drops out of his balls, she stood up and approached me. She opened her mouth and showed me the cum coating her tongue, her lips, her teeth, white and creamy looking.

She kissed me and I tasted Joshua, tasted his seed and my cock throbbed and I shot my cum all over Marnie, spurt after spurt, a ton of my cum, evacuating from my balls what I was swallowing to my stomach; fresh, hot semen. I swallowed it all, wallowing in my shame, my humiliation. That cum I’d coated Marnie’s tits and belly with, she rubbed all over me, wasted, not going into her at all.

When I’d eaten it all, swallowed every drop, sucked it from her mouth, Marnie kissed me softly.

Alexa told Marnie to release me and provide me with aftercare. She didn’t fuck me like Alexa did Manuel. She held me in her arms and let me cry silently, while she stroked my face and told me what a good boy I was. I didn’t feel good, didn’t feel like a man either, so boy was appropriate I guess. Somebody else mopped up what sperm wasn’t smeared into Marnie and me, so at least I didn’t have to lick it off the floor.

“When you’re finished,” Alexa told Marnie, “you’ll lick my cunt. Since you’re responsible for my pleasure when I visit and check on Richard, I want to know if you’re any good or if Beth has to give you lessons.”

While Mistress comforted me for another ten minutes or so until my tears dried up, the others chatted and Joshua proceeded to punish three of them. Then my wife licked my sister to a couple orgasms while I watched. My sister decided Marnie would need additional training. Marnie thought I should have some too.

******

The other slaves were sent away and Joshua had food brought to the playroom for the rest of us. He talked to us about food and dining being used to help induce and support submission. One of the most common was feeding your slave. He put Marnie in his lap and fed her. As he did, he would caress her, tease her, kiss her, play with her, pinch her nipples, even smear food through her sex, adding her love juices to the food he or she ate.

Marnie squirmed a great deal on his lap, cumming twice. She forgot to ask for permission the first time and she was told she’d be punished, but remembered the second time. Alexandra couldn’t feed me, as my sister, so he showed how my food could be put on the floor and I could be fed there, perhaps without silverware. Either I could use my hands, or my hands could be confined behind me so I had to eat off the plate.

Joshua said you could buy foods like slave kibble or slave chow at specialty stores. They were easy enough to eat by putting some in a bowl and making us eat like dogs. Halfway through the meal. He turned me over to Marnie so she could practice feeding me.

“So if I wanted to, I could take Richard to a restaurant and make him keep his hands on the chair and I could feed him in public?”

“It’s a very good method of encouraging submission. The first few days and weeks of a D/s relationship are usually very important. While a person may be submissive by nature, they often try to fight their nature because of societal norms caused by our upbringing.

“Richard wasn’t raised to be submissive. Boys are generally indoctrinated at an early age to be aggressive, in charge, manly, and that boys don’t cry, that we are the top of the pecking order. Much of society is patriarchal, assuming men know best and should lead. For someone like Richard, he’ll often fall back on that indoctrination instead of his nature. Things like feeding him in public break down that conditioning, forcing him to his true nature.

“Marnie hasn’t been raised to be Dominant. Women are taught to be the meeker sex, to play a role as nurturer. Both of those sets of conditioning need to be broken and new value systems imposed on your psyches. New rules need to be established and quickly enforced, a new social order created within your relationship, Marnie up here,” holding his hand flat above his head. “Richard down here,” lowering his hand. “This is even more important for Marnie and Richard, because she’s submissive herself. In a sense, she wants someone to take charge, but in their relationship, she’s the one in charge. She’s comfortable letting someone order her around, but needs to take charge of Richard.

“Therefore, a lot of your new relationship is established and set in those first days and weeks between you. Marnie needs to quickly establish that she’s in charge. It’s important to begin with a very stringent submission. After the new relationship is firmly established and both of you are comfortable with the new order, the rules may be relaxed. It needs to be done quickly so there’s no confusion which lingers to muck things up. You need to change and counteract old education and upbringing values establishing Marnie’s Dominance and Richard’s submission.

“This will make the first few weeks of Richard’s submission more painful to him, until he accepts everyone’s new roles. As I understand it, this is made even more difficult because Lynn, your new overall overlord, wishes to protect Richard’s reputation in his community and job. That means you can’t do these things where they’re visible to your friends and neighbors. You’ll need to dine at restaurants where you’re unlikely to find your acquaintances dining to instill submission out of the normal limelight.

“Being here in Norway provides an opportunity for you. It won’t matter if you’re establishing your new relationship here. You’ll be unlikely to ever see any of these people again. It won’t be a source of future humiliation. I would recommend establishing your new life together as fast as possible before you return home.”

“So you’re saying I might want to feed Richard at Mom’s wedding reception?” Marnie asked.

“Everyone on board will already know of your new status, and the strangers at the reception won’t count. Who cares what they think. You won’t be able to do the same things at your neighborhood MacDonald’s without exposing Richard to ridicule amongst his friends and co-workers.

“You can’t make Richard wear his collar to work to make him a laughingstock amongst his colleagues, but he could wear a cock ring under his clothes to reinforce your Dominance in your relationship. He can’t wear a dress or make up to work, but he can wear women’s panties underneath his clothes. Without affecting his working relationships, he’s made to feel submissive and you’re exercising your Dominance. Feeding him at home, keeping him on a leash at home, making him service you at home, from rubbing your feet and massages, to drawing your bath and washing you. These are all steps to establishing the new order of your relationship together.”

I could see my life stretching before me, providing mani-pedis to my wife while watching football if I were even allowed to watch football again. Endless small tasks to test me and break me down until I was docile and tractable. Despite it, I’d felt my dick starting to grow again. What was wrong with me?

“Joshua, may I ask a question?”

Alexa popped my ass again. “Master or sir, slave. Never Joshua.”

“Sir, am I doing the right thing?” I asked, ashamed.

“I can’t answer that question for you, Richard. The only one who can answer that question is yourself. I for one, believe that it can be a rich and rewarding life for you. There’s nothing wrong with submission, per se, as long as it is chosen voluntarily. The people who I know as submissive’s are very content and happy people. Beth only came on board to study submission. It was only supposed to be for a year. In the course of practicing it, she learned to love it and agreed to become my permanent submissive.”

“She’s a woman,” I said. “Isn’t it different for a woman?”

“Only because you’ve been raised to think so. Ask any male submissive aboard if they’re happy and they’ll tell you they are. Manuel had the hardest time adjusting. Pierre was in a submissive relationship to a woman before, so deciding to submit again was relatively easy. Manuel had this image of himself as a Navy Corpsman that didn’t fit into his new role. He was going to have to share his fiancée with his Mistress. He’d be having sex with a woman who wasn’t his wife and subject to the same things you are. It made him feel emasculated for a time, especially because all the other macho alpha males on board had a difficult time accepting his new status.

“He got over it, and eventually everyone else got over it. He’s getting a lot more sex than the other crew. It’s expected he’ll be pleasing to your mother. Alexa was humiliating you during your whipping. It’s part of breaking down your ego so you’ll accept your submission. She implied you never gave Marnie as many orgasms as she got last night. Last night, she was a submissive slave slut. All of the slaves are multi-orgasmic. Marnie will be too. She can fuck us all under the table now as both a woman and submissive. She wasn’t before. You’re as manly as you ever were if you see yourself as manly. She’ll have more orgasms when you fuck her. It’s a natural progression of her own submission.

“You’ll find yourself craving sex more. You’ll become more sexual. Marnie will use that to control you. Slaves love to cum, but she now has control of your orgasms. Even as you crave more sex, you’re putting her in charge of it. As a result, your orgasms will probably be more powerful. The one Beth gave you after you took her survey will become the norm. You’ll appreciate the ones you get more because you don’t control them.”

“Isn’t sharing my wife with other men wrong?”

“Perhaps I’m the wrong person to ask. I share my wife with others all the time. She craves sex as a submissive. With four slaves, I don’t have the capacity to satisfy all of their sexual needs. When she’s away from me, living in Washington, I can satisfy very few of her sexual desires. She has a personal fitness instructor, a gardener and maid who help satisfy her sexual cravings while we’re apart. Even though her sex is still under my control, I still experience some of what you’re feeling. Sharing Marnie will be painful, at least until you grow into and accept your submission. All men are a little bit caveman, I think, and think of women as our possessions, not separate entities with their own feelings and desires.

“We’ve been raised to believe in the sanctity of marriage. It helps protect our social order. That hasn’t stopped people from engaging in mate swapping, open marriages, and other forms of extra-marital sex like just plain cheating on spouses. In a way, marriage is a social construct. By nature, men want to spread their seed far and wide to achieve the strewing of their genetic material, figuring the more babies we create, the more likely some of our progeny survive. Women have a different problem. They can’t have as many children as we can create. They need to protect their genetic material in the nest. They want someone to help raise the children we make in them to protect their own genetic material, and protect the family from the predators. Theoretically, that can be done without families, but families are the easiest way to do it.

“Birth control helped alter the dynamics of social relationships to an extent. I can’t necessarily impregnate any woman I have sex with. My male instincts haven’t caught up to that reality. I still want to spread my seed, but the women may be in control of conception. Women aren’t necessarily forced into bearing children. They get to choose if they have them under normal conditions. They may even abort them if an accident happens. They can choose to have a child when the circumstances are right to have one in terms of security and safety. They may even have enough security in the form of income to raise one by herself, another change in the social dynamic. They don’t need a hunter to provide anymore. To some extent, the rules of say, the Catholic Church, try to restrict that new female freedom by discouraging birth control and restricting abortion. They still want the males of society in charge of reproduction and not the females. It’s a patriarchal artifact left over from our earliest history. If men can’t spread our seed, how do we ensure our DNA survives?

“My understanding is, Lynn wants to ensure the survival of your genetic material, which also protects hers. She won’t make Marnie have children, but she will ensure that if she does, the child is yours. That’s her maternal instinct protecting you and your genetic material. I’ve taken the chance that someone else could impregnate my women, but as little chance as I can. I want my children to be mine, not someone else’s. Yet we have two men aboard this ship who are going to raise other men’s children. Three of the involuntary slaves we freed were left pregnant by their former owner, two of them remaining on this ship. Two good men chose to marry them and help protect their children by another man. They are to be congratulated for rising above their caveman beginnings. In prehistory, or even the animal world today, it is not uncommon for a new mate to kill all the other progeny from a previous mate to ensure theirs is the only surviving genetic material.”

“Despite being Dominant myself and not being submissive. I don’t think submission is a horrible thing to be avoided at all costs. If submissives are happy in their submission as a rule, who does it hurt? For one thing, who would I dominate if I didn’t have a submissive? Would I then force myself on someone else? Having women who choose to submit, meets needs that I have. Having someone who chooses to Dominate you meets needs that you have. It’s even more important because you can’t force someone to Dominate you. They have to be found, not made. You can’t make a Mistress or Master. They exist or they don’t.”

“How do I know, sir, that I’m meeting my needs?”

Joshua pointed to my erection. “I think the fact that you become aroused imagining, talking about, watching, or listening to your spouse have sex with other men is a measure of your need. I too can become aroused when my women have sex with others. I enjoy watching them with other women, and have to work through my insecurities when they have sex with other men. Doesn’t mean I don’t experience arousal from it. You’ll suffer through the same insecurities as I have in a different way. The only difference is I have control of their sex and you don’t. I get to decide who they fuck, and you won’t. Other than that, I’d say we’re not all that different.”

Listening to Joshua helped allay some of the fears and insecurities I had. He didn’t look down on me for being submissive. He understood it, the opposite part of him. I didn’t feel like he looked at me as effeminate because I was attracted to submission and being Marnie’s sex slave. He understood my insecurities and even had some of the same ones himself, despite his Dominance. I began to appreciate how someone could love and care for someone else and still allow them to have sex with other people. If I found satisfaction in my life, what did it matter.

“Thank you, sir.”

Joshua talked about the other acts and objects used to reinforce submission such as anal plugs, anal sex, acts of humiliation and subservience. Marnie asked that I be prepared for anal sex the same as she was and that she wanted to fuck my ass in front of the crew as soon as possible. Joshua gave her two anal plugs. He told her to use the first one for about six hours, then graduate immediately to a larger one which would be worn until she fucked me.

I was still quasi hard when Marnie plugged me, remaining so ever since Joshua had fondled my wife at lunch. Marnie stroked my cock as she inserted the plug, plunging it in and out of my rectum as she stretched my ass over and over again. I orgasmed and she told me I hadn’t asked for, nor received permission to cum and I’d be punished later. Joshua told Marnie she’d orgasmed without asking for permission during her feeding and he put her on something called a Slave Trainer. After about a half hour, I heard about how much she hated it when she bitched about it. Alexa warned her that she wasn’t in pain and could tolerate it easily. Complaining about her punishment would result in it being increased.

That’s when Beth returned from her group and Marnie and I were told we needed to undergo more oral sex training. I knew why Beth would teach the training. I’d never had a blow job half as good as the one she gave me after I took her survey. If Marnie had to let me use her mouth, she could damn well use the training.

******

Beth said we could conduct the training here and her three sister slaves, as she called them, joined us for practice. Even though Alexa wasn’t submissive, she told her to pay attention too as it was a skill which could be used on anyone, boy or girl.

They fastened Marnie to a St. Andrews cross after removing her Slave Trainer and lowered it to the ground. Despite having cum three times already today, I was hard again watching Marnie spread eagled on the floor. Beth began her instruction and everything I thought I knew about oral sex, as much as I’d been doing it, pretty much went out the window. I was a clit licker. I thought women lived and died through their clit. Granted, I got Marnie off that way, so it seemed like a winner, but what I didn’t know would have filled a book.

Beth made us pay attention to Marnie’s body as she teased and pleased her, searching for every erogenous zone she could find. We had to identify them as she found them by merely the sounds, the hitches in her breath, the movements. She found several and then used them to get Marnie off.

Marnie squirted. I’d never seen her squirt before. Despite being secured to the cross, her body was thrashing from side and side, her back arching, her pussy pulsing. She was screaming, but her screams were throttled by the penis gag Alexandra had put in her mouth.

Now we were told we’d have to do the same thing to Joshua’s slaves. I’d been a faithful husband to my wife for the first months of our marriage, but Beth had given me a blow job after the survey, which I now knew was Marnie encouraging me to have sex so she could too. I’d also had sex with Roberta as Marnie had her ass train. Now I was expected to lick Beth and three other seriously beautiful women to orgasm, though Marnie would be licking everyone I did plus my sister.

All of the slaves were allowed to have three orgasms by their Master. I did my best to get Beth off like she did Marnie. I was disappointed she didn’t scream and carry on, but I was reminded she had excellent oral sex with others, including women who were claiming to be bisexual or lesbian. I figured it might take some practice to get that good, which is what I was doing now, practicing.

After Beth, I licked Belle. She was cute as a button and the slave of the woman I’d led on a leash around the mall. Marnie had led Belle around and I’d liked her then and liked her now. She seemed to react more than Beth did, so maybe I was getting better.

The next time Marnie licked Alexandra, she told Marnie she was doing much better and if she kept it up, she’d be removed from the Slave Trainer and allowed to fuck me. Actually, she said Marnie would have to suck me to an erection before she fucked me, but I was hard now, so I didn’t see a problem with fucking my wife again.

Marnie started in on Beth now while I licked the Congresswoman. I lost it for a moment. I was licking the cunt of a US Representative, and Joshua’s wife. Marnie had sucked him off and I was pleasuring her. How twisted was that. I made her cum, though I still hadn’t made anyone scream, but no one else had either. The last of the four women I could pleasure was Francesca, and she was tall with legs that wouldn’t quit and I’d enjoyed leading her around on a leash. I’d made her cum with the Lush she’d worn that day, but now I was going to make her cum on my tongue.

By the time I’d finished with Francesca, my face was soaked in womanly juices. I’d made four different women orgasm, and I could tell my skills had improve markedly since this morning. Alexa told us to take a break and get ready for our final test. She told us to leave the cum on our faces so we could smell their ripe cunts.

Marnie and I got up and shook it off, walking around the playroom.

“I want to make Alexa scream in the worst way. I need to get off this Slave Trainer.”

“I’d like to make Beth scream, but I really want to fuck you, so I hope you do make Alexa scream.”

“Are you okay, Richard? I know this has been rough for you, but I really do love you and I hope you love me despite the mistakes I made.”

“I do love you, Marnie. I could scarce believe you could suck all of Joshua’s cock.”

“Beth gave me some secrets so I could finally deep throat you. She didn’t tell me right away because she wanted me to suffer first for how I treated you. They work for larger cocks too.”

“Did you suffer?”

“That isn’t the way I wanted to open up our marriage, randomly fucking and sucking the cocks of total strangers for a quarter or fifty cents,” Marnie said. “My knees hurt, my jaw hurt, my ass hurt from all the spankings I received. It wasn’t total suffering, but it wasn’t all sunshine and roses either. If we’d known about us sooner, perhaps we could have avoided all this.”

“Perhaps it’s best we didn’t, or we might have made some really stupid mistakes. Learning about this with the help of mother and all these other people might have kept us safe, and perhaps our marriage whole.”

Marnie kissed me. “I want to take you deep into submission as fast as I can, Richard. Master Joshua is right. It’s going to be confusing being both submissive generally and Dominant to you. I don’t feel I can waste any time. I plan to fuck another man, maybe someone I pick up at the wedding, and I want you to watch him fuck me. I want you to lick his cum from my cunt. Maybe some other things too. I hope you can take it, Richard. I know it’s a blow to your pride. I’m going to be very strict with you for a time. I need to or I won’t be able to.”

“I can’t promise anything, but I’ll do my best, Mistress.”

Marnie smiled. “Thank you.”

Alexa called us back to duty. Marnie on my sister again and me on Beth for the second time. I was disappointed. Beth seemed to be paying more attention to what Marnie was doing to Alexa than she was to me. If I’d known she could continue to pleasure someone while being fucked or spanked, I might not have worried so much if I was making her cum.

Marnie succeeded with my sister, so I knew I’d get fucked soon. She came off the Slave Trainer before she went to Miranda, almost throwing the thing off her. I wondered what that felt like. Beth didn’t scream when she climaxed and I was disappointed and told her so.

Beth said, “I don’t often scream like that any more. I’ve learned to suppress most of my screams or no one would get any sleep. Believe me, it was wonderful.”

I went to Francesca again while Marnie worked on Miranda and since she was going back on the Slave Trainer if Miranda didn’t scream, she was still licking Miranda when I finished Francesca and went to Belle. Miranda screamed too, though she smothered her screams by biting her hand, so Marnie didn’t go back on the Slave Trainer.

Alexandra told Marnie she needed to suck my cock the way she’d just licked pussy; if not to a scream, to at least having me beg to cum. She told Marnie I needed permission to cum and it was her decision of I did. If she could get me hard again after sucking me dry, she could fuck me.

I don’t think I’ve ever cum five times in one day, but Marnie not only got me to beg before I blasted a big load in her mouth, she gave me another erection and fucked me for a long time, riding me, not making love, but fucking me like I was a big sex toy. Her sex toy.

******

Marnie and I didn’t go to the rehearsal dinner as we weren’t in the wedding. Before mother left, sorry, Mistress, she told us we could do what we wanted as long as we remained naked like the sex slaves we were. We’d be collared that night before the crew. Expect to be used sexually and publicly as part of our collaring. She told us to think about our vows to each other and what we wanted our submission to look like. She’d drafted some documents we’d be reading and signing before the ceremony. She told Marnie she’d be fucked and I’d be licking the cum out of her cunt. Might as well get used to it as fast as possible.

Since we were in Oslo in October, neither of us wanted to go on deck, so we showered and took a brief nap, tired, given all that happened to us today. We did go to the Crew’s Mess to eat naked. No one seemed to be particularly surprised to see us naked, nor did they make fun of us, so they must be used to seeing naked people. I felt uncomfortable at first, but given we were pretty much ignored, gradually relaxed.

At one point, a woman who I faintly recognized from our shopping trip stopped by our table. “You have nice big boobs, girl. Do you have permission to cum?”

“Mistress said I could do as I like as long as we remained naked,” Marnie said. “Can my husband join us?”

“I don’t have sex with men. He can watch if he wants, but if he tries to touch me, I’ll kill him. You any better at licking cunt?”

So someone who Marnie had sex with before, when she was playing the two bit whore, perhaps. She didn’t seem like she was joking. That seemed pretty extreme.

Roberta, the woman I’d had sex with last night, said. “Sahar was a slave for four years. She’s safe enough if you leave her alone. She won’t care if you watch. It’s up to you. You can’t ask her for sex, but if she asks you, you can accept.”

“Are you going to be having sex with women regularly, Mistress?” I asked.

“Alexandra at the very least,” Marnie said. “It sounds as if she’ll be a regular visitor to check up on us. If I have to let you fuck another woman monthly, I may enjoy participating in that since I know how good it can be. Can Richard masturbate while he watches?” Marnie asked.

“He can do anything but touch me and try to have sex with me,” Sahar stated.

“Beth was training us today to be better at oral sex,” Marnie stated. “Sure, I could cum some more.”

“Remember, boy. You touch me, I’ll kill you. Hate to have to kill Lynn’s kid.”

“We’ll come with you,” Marnie stated. “Richard won’t try to touch you, but I don’t want him to get an erection without any relief.”

I didn’t know if I could get another erection, but watching a couple women have sex might do it, even if one of them was my wife.

******

When Sahar took off her clothes, I felt like I was looking at a female Arnold Schwarzenegger. Not really Arnold. She didn’t have big bulging muscles, but it looked like you could bounce a quarter off any part of her except maybe a breast. It looked like cables of muscles. She seemed to love sex, but I guess if you’d been a sex slave for four years, maybe she got used to sex. Who knew what I’d be like in four years. None of the women I’d seen on the ship had really big breasts, maybe C cup for most of them, and it didn’t seem she could get enough of Marnie’s Ds.

I watched Sahar and Marnie sixty-nine for half an hour, than they did something Sahar called tribbing with a big double ended dildo squeezed up both their cunts as they rubbed them together. Sahar kept playing with Marnie’s thimble sized nipples as they ground their cunts together.

Damn if I not only got another erection, but even had some sperm spill out of my cock when I climaxed, dribbling down between my fingers. I didn’t have anything but bed clothes to wipe it on, and didn’t want to leave anyone with a wet spot and it wasn’t a lot anyway, so I just licked my fingers, realizing it was the second time today I’d tasted my cum and third time I’d eaten male sperm. I guess I was getting used to it.

They quit after about an hour. “You much better cunt licker now,” Sahar said. “You can lick my cunt any time.”

“You’re not bad yourself,” Marnie said.

“You stay on this boat, everyone licks cunt good, because of Beth. All women but married Muslim ones have sex with other women now, even ones who mostly like men.” She turned to me. “You nice not to cum on our sheets.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Thanks for fucking.” Speaking to Marnie again.

“It was my pleasure.”

We went back to our room to wait for the collaring later. I tried not to think of how Marnie would be fucked again when she was collared.

******

At ten, mother, sorry, Mistress, returned from the rehearsal dinner and handed us our slave agreements, mine with Marnie that she’d had significant input on because I was her son, and hers with Marnie which addressed me as Marnie’s submissive. There wasn’t anything I hadn’t anticipated on there. She told us to pick our own safe words and write them in the document. I chose rutabaga and Brussel sprouts for my two words and I don’t know what Marnie picked out.

“Nominally, Richard, this document makes you my submissive through Marnie. I’m not interested in your submission to me. I’m putting her in submission to protect you, son. I don’t want certain things happening in your marriage at this time. I’m willing to revisit these conditions when I return to New York. We’ll see how you both are doing. Since Alexandra will be my surrogate, she’s bound by these same conditions in regards to you both. Is there anything in these documents with which you disagree or would like changed?”