College Chastity Choice Game 2

I heard the car parking, but wasn't fully convinced it was Wesley. When the key got in the lock, my heart began beating fast.

He wouldn't be able to see me from outside, but he wouldn't be able to miss me once inside.

I hear the door open, and Wesley gasp.

The door gets closed.

"Rayanne, what the fuck are you doing?"

"I am getting ready for you, Master"

"I never agreed to have you as my submissive or slave, or whatever"

"I know, Master, but this is it. There is no turning back. I am not getting up without you grabbing the leash and accepting to own me"

"Rayanne, now is not the time.", he says, pulling the blindfold from my eyes.

It takes me a minute for my eyes to get used to the light, a minute he uses to untie the leash from the oven and help me up.

I feel so vulnerable, naked, as his strong arms pick me up. This is precisely what I want from him.

"Rayanne, this is Glen, one of my co-workers"

"Nice to meet you", says Glen, looking at my breasts.

"You brought a colleague home, Master?"

"Come on Rayanne, stop playing around. Let's get you dressed, so we can have a meal. Glen and I teach the same class and I intended to introduce him to the course material"

"I will gladly cook supper for the three of us, Master, but I am not getting dressed"

"Rayanne...", said my husband. I looked at him with dedication.

Of course, I wanted to run. Obviously, I was terrified to be this exposed in front of my husband's colleague.

My problem and the reason for my resolve is simple. After days and even weeks of escalation, Wesley might have seen my move coming and could have brought Glen just to block me. Is that paranoid of me?

No, because he did that exact thing a week ago. Granted, I wasn't waiting for him naked at home, we had just planned for him to dominate me and he was "stuck in the office".

Isn't it weird that when I accept to dominate him, he is always free? Always eager to play, but when it's my turn, there are excuses.

If I back down today, it will never be my turn. Never again, and his silence, looking deep into my eyes, tells me that I am right. This is a now a game of chicken.

"Hey, I don't mind, you know that the college is clothing optional? I have a few naturists in my class. Plus, I mean, I am not judging you guys", says Glen

"Glen? Please stay out of this", says Wesley

"Hey, I don't want to butt in, but you have a sexy wife, who hopes that you dominate her, even if I am here. Dude, she just said she wouldn't get dressed to cook us a meal. Don't make the same mistake I did"

"Which mistake?", says Wesley

"I was married, dude."

"You still wear your ring", Wesley says. I look, and he does

"Well, of course, I am not ready to date yet. The divorce is still fresh"

"I see. So, your wife wanted to be submissive and you didn't want to?"

"Oh, but I made the same mistake. I didn't listen to her, and she left"

"But it was about BDSM?"

"Heck no. If you want to know, it's about my job"

"Huh?", says Glen. I look at Wesley.

"She thinks I should have gone to the public sector, not gotten a teaching job."

"But you love teaching, don't you? You told me so"

"I do. And she proposed I do evening classes or something, but that becoming a teacher would make me a loser"

"Hey, I am a teacher too", says my husband. It's weird. He makes less money than do due to his job, but I respect his decision. Visibly, Wesley's ex-wife didn't.

"I know, but I think she wanted, and I quote, to get the hell out of his hellhole even if her job is in town"

"Did she move away after the divorce?", I ask

"No, I mean, she has a low pay job. Not a bad one. She works for the city in the property tax division. It's a good job, but I think she was hoping I would be her ticket out"

"Are you both from here?", I ask

"She is. I am Clearwater, down south. I think both of us hate it here, but when the job offer came, I couldn't resist, you know?"

"I do. Wesley and I are from the area, and at some point, I was hoping we would move elsewhere, but I got a great job and Wesley got the teaching position. Plus, we can actually afford our house"

"Tell me about it. I am still paying the house she kept", says Glen, sad.

I get closer to him and place my hand on his shoulder. "It will get better"

"You are so hot... Rayanne, right?"

"Yes, and thank you. Would some marinated chicken work for you?"

"I would. I can help too... ", says Glen

"Glen, what I am trying to put in my husband's mind is that I want to be his slave. To do as he wishes. If you want to help me, convince him of that while I cook supper"

"Don't try", says Wesley "It's not what I want"

"Dude, it looks like you are at a crossroad. Maybe you should listen to her, you know?"

"And do what?", he says.

I listen.

"Spank her in front of you for humiliating me in front of one of my colleagues?", says Wesley, all insure, all insecure, like he is guessing.

Still, now we are talking... I would love that, but Glen speaks

"I don't see where you see the humiliation, dude. Your wife is so much hotter than my ex. You are one lucky dude, and there is zero shame in having a submissive wife. Heck, if mine were, perhaps we would still be together, her and me", he says, winking at me."

"So spanking is out of the question. Then what?", he asks Glen

God, you are so stupid Wesley! It doesn't matter what you pick. Spank me. Starve me and cut my supper off. Make me eat with my plate on the floor. Make me kneel in front of you while you work on the class content. He could even make Glen spank me.

The what isn't relevant. I don't mind. I just want to feel like he owns me. Like he forces me.

"I don't think it matters. I think she just wants to feel controlled"

"Thank you", I tell him. How is it that he gets me, and my own husband doesn't.

"What, I should just ask you to fuck my wife in the ass while she is leaning on the kitchen counter?", says Wesley

I blush. This would be perfect. Glen is kind of cute.

"Is that what you really want, Wesley?", says Glen, surprised

"Yeah. It is. If you are into it"

"Wesley, my wife was my first sexual partner, and so was, my only one. ", says Glen

"You didn't have sex with anyone since your divorce?"

"Give me a chance. It's not like it's easy. And I don't want a relationship yet."

"My wife is well, already married. I'll go fetch a condom, and you can take her anally"

"Really? Are you guys setting me up?"

"I swear to you, I had no idea Rayanne was cooking this up. But she's been begging me to dominate her for a while"

"Since we began dating, Master", I tell him.

"So you knew, did nothing, and still married her?", says Glen

"Well, I didn't want a slave wife", says Wesley

"Wesley, listen to me. You can't marry the girl, and not give her what she wants. That's not how marriage works. I gave everything to my wife that she wanted before the marriage. She wanted me to stop drinking, so I stopped drinking. She wanted me to cut my hair, so I cut my hair. She wanted me to... ok, you don't know to know everything, but the point is, you can't pick and choose. If you are to marry a woman, you have to take her seriously. You messed up Wesley"

"You didn't get the job she wanted you to get", say Wesley, hitting back

"Exactly. But that was after we were married. And look what happened. You have to search deep inside you. Because if your wife wants to be your slave and you don't take her, she will leave you, Wesley. For a guy willing to take her as one"

"She wouldn't throw away our marriage just for that"

"Dude, my wife threw away mine because she was hoping I would make more money, and yet just with my alimony and her small salary, she lives comfortably. It's us who need to listen and convince them to stay with us. If you don't do your part, you will lose her"

"Like she would find a guy on every corner that easily", says Wesley

"Yes. She would. Honestly, a woman that hot? Her problem will not be finding a guy, it will be finding a safe guy. But do you think it will matter to her when she decides to just go? You will have lost her"

"You think so?"

"Dude, she probably works with a guy who would do. Heck, you work with a guy who would do"

"Whom?"

"Me. I like you Wesley, but if you mess this up and she comes to see me, I wouldn't say no. And since I only know BDSM from the first fifty shades of gray movie and some light play with my ex, I would ask Rayanne to train me on how to dominate her, and would actually do it. This means she would be happy with me if that's all she wanted."

This conversation makes me uneasy. I do love Wesley, but Glen isn't wrong. If I did leave Wesley like I promised, I wouldn't be looking for a husband to dominate me. I would be looking for a dominant to marry me.

In short, instead of marrying a guy I can see myself dating, like Wesley, and trying to get him to own me, I would get an actually dominant guy and try to get him to see me as more than just a slave, but also to see me as wife material.

Would it be easy? I had no idea. It's not like I ever saw it this way, but if I did leave Wesley, I don't see myself trying to find a vanilla husband and getting him to dominate me. Not even Glen. I don't want to teach my master to dominate me, I want him to set what he wants from me.

Like getting his colleague to sodomize me in the kitchen? This is not something I want. Which is why I am all wet, thinking about it. Where did he get that idea? To humiliate me while offering me to his colleague? This is the man I want in my life. Someone to force me out of my comfort zone.

"What about the bro code?"

"If you neglect your wife, it doesn't apply, dude", says Glen

"I don't know if I want to let you have her than"

"Really, I won't chase after her, and you still have time, I think. Look at her, when you offered to share her, she became like putty. I mean, you are one lucky man"

"But it's not what I want!"

"Dude, it's what you give her or you lose her. So, what is it?"

"I'll go fetch the condoms", Wesley replies.

But as soon as my husband is off, Glen comes to me.

"Please, Rayanne, tell me if you really consent to this. I don't want to rape you, you know?"

"I do consent, Glen. You nailed everything right."

"I am not trying to seduce you, I am just trying to keep you two together"

"Thank you for that", I say, smiling. My hands are still tied behind my back, so I can't put my hand on his shoulder, but I hope my smile is enough.

Wesley comes back with the box of condoms, which we had bought when I was switching birth control a few months ago. We bought a big box, but used only a few as this was in the middle of a huge fight. He thought it was a good moment to try chastity for him.

"So... what do I do?", asks Glen, after being handed a condom by Wesley.