The Cabin Ch. 07 Pt. 02

Shortly after Ken arrived home they sat in the sunroom reconnecting following his weekend away. Once the conversation came to an end Katie had him once again at the computer typing a follow-up email to see if there were indeed any guys interested in learning more about dominance and submission.

"Katie, tell me if this is good enough to send. I wrote this one to Mark but can change the names to personalize the email for each guy."

Katie read with interest and pride, the letter her husband had composed.

Dear Mark,

Thanks so much for taking the time to spend the weekend at the cabin. I don't know about you but I sure had a great time getting to know you and the other guys. I don't think I have ever cooked so much food over a two-day period! Man can we all eat.

Someday we've got to have a reunion, maybe inviting Jeremy (my friend who owns the cabin) or a few new guys when the football playoffs begin later this year. Might be a fun time.

Mark, the reason I'm really writing is to reiterate what it was I said about my relationship with Katie and how I have submitted to her authority. I'm writing you specifically because I think what I said struck a chord with you, or at least that was my perception based on some of our follow-up conversation. I want to make sure that you understand that my role as Katie's submissive husband is not a role of a wimp. Personally I think it is the opposite. It takes discipline, work, effort and guts to serve her as I do, knowing that the decision I made is not the norm. Telling the guys was a stretch for me, but once I opened my heart and began talking, my words and thoughts just came. For me, being a submissive, or sub, as I usually refer to myself, is a great place to be.

I want to encourage you to talk to Jen. Tell her all about your time away. Tell her about the other guys, about the ball games, the food, the cabin, but also about my story if you feel comfortable doing so. See how she feels about this kind of relationship -- that is, if you too have a personal interest yourself. If Jen also shares your thoughts, drop me a line, Katie would love to connect and talk woman to woman with her privately.

Mark, it was great to get to know you. I hope we can continue our friendship over the weeks and months to come.

Ken

"Ken, this is great. Send it out now and do the same with the other men you think might have an interest."

"Thanks Katie, it'll only take a second. You want a glass of wine?"

"I do, but I'll wait for you to send your emails."

Ken copied and pasted the template he had written to Mark, sending out two other emails to Rick and then to Tim. When he had hit 'send' for the last time he closed the laptop and poured two glasses of red wine for Katie and himself.

As the two lay in bed talking and wondering about the possibilities, Katie felt so proud of her husband. He had gone above and beyond all her expectations, not because he followed her orders but by the way that he had obeyed. The idea of sharing a March Madness weekend was brilliant. His sales pitch to all of the couples at the mall was sincere and well explained. The emails he composed were straightforward and came from his heart, reflecting his true personality. Any reader could easily see that he cared and wanted to make this weekend happen, while the letters to Mark, Tim and Rick were open and honest, encouraging them to share his story, as well as their own thoughts with their wives. In all he did, he did it out of love for her.

"I want to let you cum tonight," Katie informed him as she lay with her head on his muscular chest.

"Really?" He asked almost rhetorically. "I didn't think that was going to happen for another week or two."

"I'm feeling especially generous," she replied, serious yet sarcastic.

"I'll take what you give me."

"Yes you will but first you will give before you get."

"Katie, I'm not just giving when I lick you. I'm getting too."

"You can look at it anyway you want as long as you look at it from between my legs," she said laughing at her own words. "Now get down there."

"Yes Mistress," he said joking, a big grin appearing across his face.

The two of them got comfortable, she with her hips resting on a soft pillow, allowing him better access to her sex, and he situated exactly where she wanted him.

As he kissed her inner thighs and gently ran the tip of his tongue and then his nose circuitously up one thigh and around her sex and then down the other, she spoke one last time.

"Take a long time with this one. All you get is to lick me to one orgasm so make it worth your while."

"Don't worry; you'll get your money's worth out of me."

He teased her for as long as he could draw out her orgasm but soon, even the most subtle touch was too much. He had played with her clit and labia for a long time. During the last several minutes, she found herself ever so close to climax. His senses seemed almost at one with hers as he knew exactly how much she could and couldn't take and where it was that he could stimulate her to make her feel incredible, yet so wanting for that last touch, that last lick that would put her over the edge. Finally he purposely finished her. She let out a scream as he did. Gasping, moaning, and sighing, her body spasmed and shook as the intensity of her climax gripped her, holding her in its grasp.

"Come here," she ordered.

He rose and lay tight against her, holding her in his arms, he let her body quiet. She remained motionless except for the soft kisses she kept planting on his chest. Eventually her hand found his cock and stroked it making it rock hard in seconds. Once she had him the way she liked him best she stopped her rubbing but periodically gave him a hard squeeze to let him know just how much she loved this beautiful part of his body that she now owned.

Looking up into his eyes, she spoke directly, "I'm going to suck you, fuck you and make you cum. After you do, I'm going to straddle your face and watch you lick every drop that you put in me. Do you understand what I want?"

"I do."

"I don't know if that's what you want, but it's what I want."

"Then it's what I want too, Katie."

"I hope you enjoy it as much as I intend to."

"I'm sure I will," he said feeling her hands still stroking him. He moaned without thinking.

"That's the moan I want to hear. It's the telltale sign that I'm the one now fully in control of you."

"You're making me feel really good."

"I know I am," she said looking so seductive at the moment. "And you know how I love being the one in control."

She took his cock in both hands and pulled it toward her waiting mouth. Lapping at his head she ran her tongue over the soft sensitive skin and round the rim. Enjoying the feel of it both in her hands and in her mouth, she sucked him erotically. Her hands became an extension of her mouth as she swallowed him repeatedly, pumping her face up and down on the warm shaft. Satisfied that she had him fully aroused and near the edge she straddled him and impaled herself fully on his appendage.

Soon after, she began pumping her pussy on his pole. He yielded to her vaginal massage. His body tightened and he game with a grunt. She could feel his hot sperm filling her. Letting him finish, she squeezed her pussy tight and pulled herself off. Staring at him she grinned.

"This is the part I like most," she whispered while moving over him. Once in position she looked down past her full breasts and into his dark eyes.

"Open wide and enjoy your desert," she said proudly.

He mouthed her a kiss and obeyed. His eyes breaking contact with hers and focusing intently on her swollen pussy.

Within seconds a thick white liquid flowed out of her cunt and fell into his waiting mouth, dragging with it a long string of cum that stretched from her to him before disappearing into his mouth. Katie smiled when she saw him take is load willingly.

"Keep your mouth open, there's more coming."

He nodded in acknowledgement. Soon more followed. He could tell she was trying to squeeze and push out what remained inside.

"Don't lick me," she ordered sensing his desire to clean her off. "There's more in there and I want to watch you eat it."

Ken lay beneath his beautiful wife, his mouth open, his tongue and the back of his throat coated with his own cum, he waited patiently until Katie gave him the word.

"Now you can lick me," she whispered after the last of the thick semen fell from her crease. "Clean me up but don't swallow until I tell you too," she said smiling.

Katie's swollen pussy felt delicious.

"Mmm, that's it. Clean my cunt for me," she whispered. "Make sure you get all of it."

Moving to lay next to him she rested her head on his chest. Kissing his chin she watched him. A smirk formed on her face as she delighted in his predicament. His mouth was full and the fact that he couldn't swallow caused him to produce more and more saliva.

"I love having power over you almost as much as I enjoy you serving me. You know what I mean?"

Ken shrugged his shoulders.

Katie knew he couldn't talk. "Sure you do," she continued. "It's times like these when I can tell you exactly what I want or what I am going to do and you have no choice but to follow my command." She kissed him again, this time on the cheek.

Touching his lower lip with her index finger she pulled it down. "Open up and let me see what you have hidden in there."

Katie pulled his mouth open making him gag has she did. She could see the creamy cum mixed with his saliva filling the back of his throat. Dipping her finger in, she touched his upper lip, just under his nose.

"Doesn't that smell good?"

"Mmm, mmm," he muffled his answer.

"I think so too. Just tell me nice and clear that you want to swallow your cum. OK?"

"Mmmm, mmm."

"Now that's not too clear Kenny," she teased. "You need to speak clearly or I just may have to have some fun with you should any of the girls want to come over later this week for a heart-to-heart talk with me about the wonderful world of life as a Domme."

"All Kay," he mumbled, trying to say the word OK.

"Kenny, you disappoint me. Now just stay right where you are and ask me if you can swallow your cum. I'll give you one more chance, but you've got to say it clearly." Katie smiled triumphantly, planting a kiss on his nose.

"I can't," he said with a gargled voice.

"I'm sorry you can't, but I'll make you a deal. If you can keep that in there for another ten minutes without swallowing I'll let you off the hook. Otherwise I just might have to show the ladies first hand just how good and useful a sub you really are. Agreed."

He shook his head in acceptance to her demand.

Katie rested her hand lightly on his throat and checked the time on her phone. "Ten minutes starts right now. No swallowing sweetheart. I'm going to be able to tell if you do," she said gently squeezing his throat between her thumb and index finger.

He knew he was going to lose this one. He was lying on his back, the sperm, combined with the ever increasing volume of saliva filled his mouth, making in almost impossible not to swallow. The urge to do so was instinctive and though he fought the desire his involuntary reflexes couldn't be suppressed any longer.

"Hey! It's only been seven minutes. I just felt you swallow. Your time isn't up yet."

Ken gulped once more, downing the remaining fluid he had been holding for so long. The thick cum texture still coated his mouth but the bulk of it was now gone.

"That wasn't fair. You knew I couldn't keep from doing that," he finally said.

"I gave you a second chance at redeeming yourself after you couldn't talk. I thought ten minutes was a fair time for you to save face."

If you say so," he conceded. "So what does this mean for me now?"

"What does it mean? Well I don't know sweetie, maybe nothing. I'll just have to see where my thoughts go but at least I know that you willingly volunteered your services should I need them."

"You have my services whenever you want. You don't have to ask me permission."

"No I don't but if that's true, why didn't you just swallow knowing I was going to have my way with you regardless."

"I don't know. I guess I'm too competitive. I don't like to lose."

"I like that side of you. It reminds me you've got some spunk. Too bad for you that you didn't have just a bit more competitiveness and last another three minutes. I didn't think you were a quitter?" she said smiling.

"I'm not a quitter. It just happened," he said disgustedly.

"Whatever you say, dear. All I know is that you made the choice to be available, not me. Don't forget you did cause I won't."

"I'm sure you won't."

Katie climbed on him and they kissed. She was once again feeling bubbly inside, so pleased with the man in her arms.

"Give me a backrub to end our day. I want to fall asleep to the feel of those wonderful hands all over me. I've missed this for the past few days. I want a long one."

Ken oiled her skin and began. The two talked on and off for quite some time before silence took over. His mind quieted as did hers. He rubbed her body softly and lovingly until the deeper quiet breathing that indicated she had finally drifted off became the norm. He remained motionless, his hands resting on her back for some time not wanting to wake her with his movements. When he was certain she was sound asleep, he crept in behind her, inhaled the aroma of her perfume, kissed her neck and fell asleep with his face buried in her hair.

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On Monday evening, the day after the guys had come home from the cabin, Katie had Ken send an email to the wives of Mark, Tim and Rick. Katie extended the women an open invitation to talk more about the Domme/sub lifestyle. She wanted to meet with them while their interest was hopefully peaked and questions still fresh in their mind.

By Wednesday, two of the three had responded indicating their desire to have lunch at Katie's home. Katie's only request was for them to come with an open mind and be willing to consider the benefits of what it was she had to say. She slept in on Thursday morning, waking only after Ken had returned from the shopping she had asked him to do. He had taken the day off of work at his wife's request to make sure that this day would indeed be special. Waking her he warmed the bath water and left the bedroom to take care of his own errands in the kitchen while she showered and dressed.

"Ken?" Katie called later that morning, "I want you to know that I expect you to be the perfect host for the girls when they arrive for lunch."

"I will Katie. 12:30, right?"

"Yes. Do you have everything I told you to get?"

"Sure do and I'll make sure everything is just the way you want it. Don't worry."

"I won't and I want you doting on me. You know how much I love it when you show me affection when others are around."

"I know sweetheart," he said kissing her on the forehead.

"I'm not asking you to do anything I wouldn't expect any other time we had guests over but I want these girls seeing just how good I have it with you."

"Yes," he said reassuring her once more. He walked behind and kissed her on the side of the neck as she spoke. She arched her head back returning the gesture and he embraced her, pullin her in tight. His hands migrated up to her soft breasts and down her trim body.

"I have another hour before they arrive," he said still holding her. "If you give me 30 minutes I think I can get everything prepared."

"Good. Go finish what you need to do," she said reaching behind and squeezing his cock. After a moment of thought she added, "How about you put on the 6000 too. I think I want you locked while they are here."

"Really?"

"Yes. Really," she said, her voice suddenly becoming more serious. "Go put it on."

"As you wish." He kissed her once more, squeezing her breasts again and sighing with pleasure as he felt their fullness. He left to head up upstairs to lock his cock in the plastic chastity harness. He secured himself, sprayed some cologne on his hair and chest and returned once more to the kitchen.

Continuing with the preparations he spread a white linen tablecloth over the round table and set place-settings for three in the spacious sunroom. Placing a long-stem red rose across each plate without Katie noticing, he smiled knowing she'd love it when walked in the room next. She hadn't asked him to purchase flowers but he also knew just how much she loved them. Even a simple rose meant much, since it demonstrated his thoughtfulness to those things she enjoyed most. Today he knew she would appreciate it even more since it publically demonstrated his love to her in such a sweet way.

The phone rang several minutes later just as he was putting the final touches on the food preparations.

"Katie, it's for you," he called, finding her in the den. "It's Tracy."

"Tracy?" Katie whispered as she approached. A curious look on her brow indicating she didn't recognize the name.

Covering the earpiece with his hand he said, "It's Tim's wife -- from the cabin. She asked if she could talk with you."

A few minutes later Katie found him in the laundry room folding clothes. "Looks like we have another guest!" She said excited to tell him the good news.

"Really?"

"Yes. She wasn't real sure if she should come, especially on such short notice but Tim really wanted her to hear what I had to say. I can't tell how interested she is. She is soft spoken and sounds a bit timid."

"That's interesting. I quiet Domme. Hmm, nothing wrong with that. After all you're a quiet one yourself," he said smiling.

"I may be but you know you better not ever cross me unless you want to find out what's good for you," she answered seriously, yet toying with him.

"I never will. Never again. "

"That's a smart move."

"Hey, but you know what that phone call tells us. It tells us that someone is definitely interested in this Domme/sub stuff."

"Who? Her husband?"

"Yes. He must be. Why else would he push her so hard if he wasn't?"

"I don't know but that's a good start. Maybe she's more interested than she sounded."

"I hope so." Changing the subject he added, "I'll make sure everything is ready from my end. Don't you go getting nervous. You'll do fine with them. You always do great around others."

"Thanks Ken but I am actually a little nervous right now."

"Aww, don't be," he said kissing her softly on the lips. She looked spectacular. Her blonde hair, blue eyes and bright smile were stunning. She was beautiful always but now that she had dressed up a even more, she was especially attractive. "I love you," he said as he headed into the adjacent room with another set of flatware and china in hand.

A little before 12:30 the doorbell rang. Ken greeted two very attractive women and welcomed them in. He took their jackets and escorted them into the den offering them each a seat.

"Katie will be down shortly. She can't wait to meet you all."

Ken reacquainted himself with Mark's wife, Jen, who he had met at the mall. She was a cute athletic blonde woman with deep blue eyes, hair pulled back into a pony tail and was well dressed. She wore a short dark skirt that revealed about half her thigh and a soft white blouse. She had a slender build but her chest supported a pair of generous firm breasts. Weighing no more than 120 pounds and in fantastic shape, she was beautiful and he could tell she knew it by the skimpy attire that accentuated her shapely athletic body and legs. Before Ken even heard her speak, words like vibrant, outgoing and uninhibited came to mind.

Tracy was the older of the two by a few years although she looked like she was in her early mid twenties. She was breathtakingly gorgeous. Her blonde hair was a little darker than Jen's. Her face was perfect, her body magnificently put together and her shape flawless. Her big brown eyes, full lips and, high cheekbones were an eye-full. She appeared to be of Russian descent and her appearance was nothing less than stunning. Although she was indeed soft-spoken, she carried herself well and it was evident that she was both comfortable and confident in who she was as a woman. She was dressed in a nice pair of jeans and a yellow top. It was simple yet elegant and her near-perfect figure complimented it wonderfully.