Ella and I met when she was a university student and had a summer job in my office. Although at thirty-five I was almost fifteen years her senior I was instantly attracted to her and on her last day before going back to university I asked her out.She turned me down, but we kept in touch and met from time to time when she was in London, and more frequently once she came back to London for good to start work in a City law firm. Throughout that time she had various boyfriends and I tried to forget my feelings for her. Then, when she was twenty-four and going through a low patch, we got drunk together and I asked her out again. This time she agreed and just six months later we were married.Because of the age difference, perhaps, I always felt a little jealous and fearful of losing her. Her looks attracted plenty of attention; she was 5’9” tall, slim, dark-haired and dark-eyed, with firm 36B breasts, and a mischievous smile.I was heading towards forty and felt insecure that she would find someone younger. This wasn’t helped by the fact that she tended to flirt with other men, or so it seemed to me, and sometimes I felt suspicious that she was being unfaithful. But she got annoyed if I questioned her about this and I put it down to my insecurity.About a year into our marriage, Ella came back late from the office on Friday night, as she often did. Because she had been at work she was wearing her normal outfit of a charcoal grey pencil skirt and jacket, with a white cotton blouse, through which the shadow of her lacy black bra could be seen, and black shoes with a small heel.She told me, using the dreaded phrase, that we needed to talk.“I’m sorry,” she began. “I know this is going to hurt you but I’ve been seeing someone else.”I began to ask all the usual questions. Who was he? How long had it been going on? Was she going to leave me?In response, Ella said that she did not want to leave me and that she still loved me, but she couldn’t give this guy up. He was called Stefan and he was a Partner in another law firm. She didn’t see it would do any good to tell me how long it had been going on or how often they had had sex, but there was something which was important: Stefan had told her that he didn’t want her to have sex with me anymore. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and demanded to know what gave him the right to say such a thing. “Do you really want to know?” asked Ella. “Because I warn you, you won’t like it.”But, of course, I did want to know.“Well, then – his cock gives him the right. He has a big, fat cock, and so far as I am concerned that gives him the right.”We talked all through the night with Ella getting more and more annoyed as I quizzed her. Gradually it emerged that ever since she became sexually active she had had an obsession with large cocks. Only a really large one satisfied her and made her respect a man sexually.She said, with a touch of arrogance, that she had always known that she was very attractive to men and that this gave her power over them, which amused her, but what she wanted and deserved was what she called “a real man’s cock, a cock that makes me go weak at the knees when I think about it. Stefan’s does that.”I had never given much thought to the size of mine, which I thought was pretty average, and, anyway, I thought that women said that size didn’t matter.Ella laughed.“Well, sorry, but it does to me. I don’t want to be horrible to you because in every other way I love and respect you but your cock is just … well, it just makes me laugh if you want to know the truth.”As we talked, I learned that she had had reservations about marrying me ever since she first saw my penis, but had thought that she could learn to put up with it. However, she had not been able to and had had several one-night stands and longer relationships, but didn’t tell me so as not to hurt me.But the thing with Stefan was different because he had told her that her pussy belonged to him alone and this was why she had to tell me. If I wanted to leave her, well, she did not want that but it was my choice. What was non-negotiable was that she would only fuck him from now on.“To be honest,” she said. “It’s a relief to have it out in the open and not to have to pretend anymore, either about what I am up to every evening or that you satisfy me.”Throughout the whole time, we had been talking I had been aware that, underneath the hurt and jealousy caused by hearing all this there was something else. Excitement. And Ella had apparently realized this, perhaps noticing the bulge that was in my trousers. Now she laughed and remarked on it.“Don’t get too excited there. Remember, I’m not available to you anymore.”I went to grab hold of her but she pushed me away, half-laughing, half-angry.“That’s enough. If Stefan gets to know about that there’ll be trouble. But, I’ll tell you what, I understand that you have needs and you can masturbate to me if you need to. Under my supervision of course.”I was so inflamed by lust at that moment that I could not help myself. I took my cock out and started to wank. Ella laughed, saying it felt good to finally be able to laugh openly at my cock instead of holding her amusement inside. And she laughed with pleasure at the power she had over me.“I’m sure Stefan wouldn’t mind if you had a little encouragement,” she giggled, and undid the top two buttons of her blouse, revealing her cleavage bounded by the lacy edge of her bra.“Go on, wank to my bra,” she taunted.I stood above her, gazing down at her bra and her pretty little face contorted with amusement.“Couldn’t you wank me?” I begged.Ella stopped laughing. She told me that I didn’t seem to understand the situation. She was willing out of kindness to let me pull myself off in front of her but anything else would require Stefan’s permission. So if I wanted her to use her fingers on me she would have to ask him.“Do you want me to call him now?” she asked mischievously.I couldn’t believe that within a few short hours I had been reduced sex hikaye to having my gorgeous young wife asking her lover for permission to masturbate me, but I assented.She took out her mobile and dialed. I could only hear one side of the conversation, in which she said that she had ‘told him’ and giggled. After listening for a moment she told him that I had asked her to masturbate me and she wanted to know if he would permit that. She giggled again, said ‘OK’ a few times, and hung up.“Stefan thought that was very funny,” she said. “But he says that he won’t be able to decide whether to let me touch your cock until he has met you. He’s coming over tomorrow morning. So, for now, you’d better finish yourself off.”I looked down again at where her bra bulged open showing her black lacy bra and cleavage and began to stroke my cock again.“Wank your little cock to my beauty,” Ella commanded. “You have three minutes to spurt before I go to bed – alone, to think about what a real man’s cock would do to me.”Before she had finished the sentence, I had come, spraying a plume of white semen over her blouse, bra, skirt and shoes.Ella giggled, got up, and left the room saying that we should get some sleep.“My lover will be here in a few hours and we want to be ready for him. Goodnight, sweetie.”Mastered by Ella’s boyfriendA few hours later I emerged from the spare room having hardly slept. Ella, by contrast, was bright and alert and already dressed, casually, as was usual at the weekend, in tight blue jeans and a strappy white camisole top, from which peeked the white straps of her bra.We ate breakfast in silence for a while but, of course, I could not resist going back to our conversation of the night before. I just couldn’t get over this idea that she could only ‘respect’ a big cock.“Look, I’m sorry,” she explained. “I know it isn’t what you want to hear but it’s just the way I am, the way I’ve always been. I can respect you as a person, as a friend. But ever since I knew that men find me sexy and get hard when they look at me I’ve always thought that the man who has me has to have a big cock. It just makes me feel different about him. Well, you’ll see what I mean when Stefan arrives.”She paused, thoughtfully, before continuing.“And listen, sweetie, I should warn you, I won’t be able to help myself but I will want to humiliate you in front of him, and to watch him humiliate you. So if you aren’t ok with that, it’s fine, I’ll tell him not to come after all. But in that case, there’s no possibility of getting him to allow me to touch your cock and so your sex life will basically just be masturbating to me, under my supervision, when I feel I can be bothered with it. I mean, it’s quite amusing for me, but not exactly a big deal so it might only be every few weeks.”I thought for a while.“No,” I said. “I have to meet him.”Whilst I was in the shower I heard Ella’s phone ring, and when I came back into the sitting room she told me that Stefan had called and would be round shortly, but that he had decided that I should be naked and kneeling on the floor whilst we waited.“I think you should, sweetie. I want you to show your respect for me and for him.”I hesitated, and she said in a much sterner voice that this wasn’t a request. Stefan had said that this was how I was to be. I crumbled and removed my dressing gown and went down on my knees. Ella told me to look her in the eyes and as I did, I began to get hard. She noticed, of course, and giggled. She began to say something when the doorbell rang.Ella jumped up, like an excited schoolgirl.“He’s here, he’s here!”She went to the door of the flat and let in a tall, well-built man, about the same age as me. Immediately they started kissing passionately and I saw his hands slip over her arse and then up and under her top to her breasts.“Sorry,” Ella said as they separated from each other. “We’re still at that stage where we can’t keep our hands off each other. You don’t mind, do you? This is Stefan.”“Stefan,” she giggled. “This is my husband.”I could not be sure, but it sounded as if she said ‘husband’ in inverted commas.He looked down at me kneeling naked on the floor.“I can see what you meant about his cock,” he laughed.“Yes,” replied Ella. “It’s – well, you can see for yourself. But would you like me to get it fully hard for you? Don’t worry, I won’t actually touch it.”She walked over to where I knelt and told me to stand up.“Look,” she said. She reached down to the hem of her camisole top and pulled it up over my head and dropped it down so that it hung on my semi-erect cock.“Look at the contours of my breasts, my flat stomach, the way my bra caresses my breasts, and the mound of my cleavage between the cups.”I came to full hardness with her words, and she pulled her camisole off my penis.“Well there it is, in all its glory,” she smirked at her lover, before commanding me to go on my knees again before the two of them.They both laughed.“OK,” Ella said. “Well I need a good seeing to, so Stefan and I are going to my bedroom now.”I noticed that she had said ‘my’ bedroom. It wasn’t ours anymore.I couldn’t help but make a noise of protest and Ella’s mood turned in a flash from being playful to icy hardness.“I don’t think that you are showing me sufficient respect. What right have you got, with your little cock, to complain when I get a real man to satisfy my needs?”Before I could reply, she turned to her lover.“Stefan, I want you to humiliate him. I want you to humiliate my husband in front of me for my amusement. I want to see him put in his place.”Stefan gave a low laugh.“What do you want me to do? Shall I master him, the way I mastered you that first time?”Ella clapped her hands with delight and told him to go ahead. He walked towards where I was kneeling and began to unzip his trousers. When he got to me, he pulled out his cock and held it a few inches from my face.“Now do you see?” Ella spat at me. “That’s what a real man’s cock looks like. That’s the cock seks hikaye that owns my pussy now, and that’s the cock that gives a man the right to do what the fuck he likes. Master him, Stefan!”Stefan began to wank his huge cock in my direction.“I hope this teaches you your place,” Ella said bitchily. “If not, I might just make you suck it.”After a few moments, Stefan said to her that she should finish him off so that it was her hand that propelled his jizz onto my face. She simpered, in a girlish way that I had never heard from her before, and took hold of his penis. Skilfully, her hand ran over its length, bringing him to a groaning orgasm that sprayed his thick semen all over my face.“Right,” Ella said. “Now you know your place. Clean yourself up and then go out for a few hours. Stefan and I are going to have some fun and I don’t want you listening at the door.”Hand in hand they walked out of the room, towards what used to be our marital bed.Ella administers her first spankingWhen I returned home Stefan had gone and it was almost as if nothing had happened. Ella was watching the TV and drinking a cup of coffee like any other Saturday afternoon. She looked up and greeted me in a normal, friendly voice.“Everything ok?” I asked.“Why don’t you ask me what you really want to know?” she responded.In a rush, it came out. How many times had they done it? Had she enjoyed it?Ella laughed.“Do you really want to know? OK, then. He fucked me three times and it was fantastic. He really knows how to do me and I just can’t get enough of him. But the thing which really turned me on was thinking of how he humiliated you in front of me. Sorry. But you did ask. I just can’t tell you how it felt to see you dealt with like that, to see my lover master you.”She paused and looked at me, before continuing.“And judging by the bulge in your trousers it turned you on as well. God, what sort of a man are you? I guess that when you’ve only got a small cock like yours you have to know your place, though. Thank god I’m seeing Stefan again tonight. Oh, and by the way, he said that I’m not allowed to touch your cock again, either, so I’m afraid if you were hoping for that I won’t be able to help. Sorry, sweetie. Anyway, I’ve got to go and get ready to go out with him now.”Ella was right. I did have a hard-on. And in some strange way, despite the humiliation, I felt at ease. I didn’t need to worry anymore about my worst fears of losing her to someone else.She was with someone else already and yet she needed something from me that only I could give her. Only I could be the humiliated husband that made her feel the power she needed to turn her on fully.Ella got up from the settee and as she did so I caught a glimpse down the front of her top. She saw my glance and smiled mischievously.“Now, now, don’t torture yourself looking at what you can’t have.”“I’d like to watch you getting changed,” I stammered.“Getting dressed up for my lover, you mean? Impossible, I’m afraid. Stefan doesn’t want you seeing me naked anymore. Anyway, it would be rather frustrating for you, wouldn’t it?”My face fell in disappointment.“OK, then. I’ll call Stefan and ask him if you are allowed to see me changing.”Ella picked up her mobile and I heard her asking Stefan. She giggled at his response and rang off. She told me that I was in luck and that he had kindly agreed that I could watch her getting undressed down to her underwear but then had to turn my back until she had changed into new underwear.“I might even let you masturbate to me,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone.I followed Ella into the bedroom. She told me to sit quietly on a chair whilst she went through her clothes, holding up skirts, blouses, and dresses to the light as she tried to choose an outfit. Eventually, she selected a short black, sleeveless dress.“Do you think he’ll like this?” she asked me.I stammered my agreement as she said that now she must choose some suitable underwear, and started sifting through the chest of drawers before pulling out some lacy black panties and a bra. She laid these along with the dress on the bed.“Now for your little treat,” Ella giggled, and pulled her top over her head, revealing her firm young torso clothed only in a white bra. Then off came her jeans. She walked over to me and told me to stand up. She stood just inches from me in her bra and knickers.“You can look all you want,” she said. “Only no touching.”My eyes ran over her body, taking in every curve, until she told me that now I must turn my back because she was going to remove her underwear and, as she reminded me, Stefan had forbidden me to see her naked. After I had turned, I heard the rustle of clothing. She was still standing a few inches from me.“How does it feel,” she taunted. “To be forbidden from seeing your own wife naked?”As she spoke, she reached a hand in front of me and dropped her white bra on the floor. Unable to control myself, I turned around and went to grab her breasts.“Get out,” she hissed, quickly covering her breasts with her hands.Stung by her anger I left the room. Shortly afterward she emerged, now fully dressed in her black dress, with the black straps of her bra peeking out of the shoulder straps.“I’m going to have to tell Stefan about this,” Ella said coldly.She picked up her mobile to tell him what had happened and listened as he responded.Then, crossly, she said, “well, he managed to get a good eyeful of my tits”, using a crudity of expression that I didn’t associate with her.She listened again for a while and began to giggle before ending the call.“Well,” Ella began sternly. “Stefan says that you have got to be punished. Specifically, that I should spank you.”I began to protest but she interrupted me saying that if I did not accept a spanking from her then Stefan would administer it when he came around. I could not bear the thought of that, so Ella told me to prepare myself by stripping naked and standing in the middle of the room. Once I had complied she walked out and returned a few moments later with a black leather belt from her wardrobe. She stood in front of me, unsmiling, staring straight into my eyes.“Understand what is happening. I am going to chastise you and you need to tell me why. Tell me.”“For looking at your breasts,” I said.“Yes, that is correct. You are not permitted to look at my breasts or to see me in anything less than my underwear. And the reason is that my lover forbids it, and he is a real man, with a real man’s cock. Actually, let’s be clear, he’s not my lover, he’s my boyfriend. It’s not just sex – I’m in a relationship. OK? Now turn round.”I did so, and could now see Ella standing behind me in the mirror on the wall. Still in her little black dress, she brought her arm up high and lashed my backside with her belt. This was repeated six times by which time she was slightly out of breath.“Don’t ever try to look at me naked again,” Ella commanded.Ella’s sister takes controlFollowing the first spanking she had ever administered to me, Ella returned to her bedroom to finish getting ready for her lover. I took the opportunity to slip into the spare room where I began to masturbate, excited by the humiliations I had experienced.As I was stroking myself, Ella burst into the room.“Stop that!” she ordered. “You are only allowed to masturbate under supervision.”I immediately removed my hand from my cock. In a more friendly tone, Ella said that she could see this was going to be a problem.“Look, I understand you have urges and that it is very frustrating for you to see my sexy body and yet no longer be able to have me. But when I go out with Stefan I need to know that you are not masturbating without supervision, so I think the best thing is to have my sister come over to discipline you.”I was amazed. I had never got on with Ella’s sister, Harriet, who was a rather stuck-up psychology Ph.D. student in her early twenties. It’s true I had always fancied her, but she had made it clear that she found me boring, and not good enough for Ella. But my wife insisted.“Harriet is the perfect person because she already knows about Stefan and all my other lovers, and of course, I told her right from the beginning that you didn’t have a big enough cock to satisfy me. Plus, she’s experienced at disciplining lecherous, inadequate-cocked men.”I could not believe that Harriet had known all this time what my wife really thought about me, and what she had been up to. I was speechless as Ella went off to phone her sister, who promised to come around straight away.About thirty minutes later Harriet arrived. As usual, she looked dazzling, with her shoulder-length fair hair, studious glasses, and small, jutting breasts. She was wearing tight black jeans, knee-length black boots, and a white crop top.“Well, I’ll leave you two to it,” giggled my wife. “I’m going round to Stefan’s to get a good fucking from his cock”.Again I was struck by how my hitherto rather demure wife now spoke with such crudity.As soon as she had left, Harriet lost no time in telling me the situation.“So my big sister has finally told you the truth,” she sneered. “I’ve been telling her to for long enough. But, unlike me, she feels a bit sorry for you whereas I just feel contempt for a man like you who hasn’t got a decent cock. So let’s see it, finally. I’ve heard enough from Ella about it.”She had me strip and as she saw my cock she started to laugh.“Oh god, poor Ella, no wonder she had to look elsewhere. Right, well I think we’d better begin. I understand that Ella has already begun to discipline you with a little spanking, but I’m afraid that I’m rather more severe. Now let’s get started. Get on your knees and worship my boots!”Harriet kept me on my knees for an hour, kissing and licking every inch of her black boots over and over again, saying that this would go on until I lost my erection which, she said, apart from being pathetic, was inappropriate as she was not there to be ogled over by me.“I’m like Ella,” she said. “Only guys with proper cocks get to lech after me. I’m not here for your pleasure, I’m here to regulate your sexual conduct.”But the longer I groveled over her boots, the more excited I became until Harriet said that she would have to spank me. She removed the thick black belt from her jeans, then sat on a chair and ordered me to bend over her knee, and she began to slap my backside. But as she did so, my cock rubbed against the hard material of her jeans, and, within a few seconds, I had spurted uncontrollably over her legs, my semen dribbling down to her boots.“How dare you,” she said, in a calm, hard voice. “That shows complete disrespect for me, and more importantly for your wife. I think you need proper discipline. I am going to have to beat you in front of your wife. You may leave the room now until she returns.”Some hours later, Ella came back, a dreamy look of satisfaction on her face. She did not have to say that she was completely sexually satisfied.“How did things go here?” she asked her sister.Harriet gave a brief account of what had happened, and my wife’s face became disappointed.“Personally, I think you should get rid of him once and for all,” said Harriet.“Oh sweetie,” my wife said to me. “I don’t want to do that. I’m still really fond of you, and I understand your urges, but we can’t have you behaving like this, Harriet’s right.”“Why don’t you get Stefan to really put him in his place?” suggested Harriet.“Mmm, that would be fun,” giggled Ella. “But maybe we should give him one last chance.”“OK, then,” her sister replied. “Maybe there is one thing we could try – behaviour modification. Basically, he’s not allowed to have sex with you anymore, quite rightly, given that he doesn’t have a real man’s cock, so let’s cure him of fancying you once and for all.”I stood silently as they discussed all this and then Harriet ordered me to strip naked again and to stand, leaning slightly forward with my hands on the top of a dining chair. She had Ella stand just in front of me.“Now,” Harriet told me. “Look at Ella. Look at your gorgeous sexy wife. Lech at her as much as you like. Tell me what you find the sexiest thing about her.”