u/Creatively_Wicked

*This is the last part of this particular story. If you're just now reading, please check pit the other "Counselor" chapters.*

Six months later, Kendra and Don had settled into a new normal.

Kendra wore Harrison’s silver anklet every day. It caught the light when she walked, a reminder of her availability to him. Sessions with Harrison (and occasionally Marcus) continued — sometimes intense nights that left her deliciously sore and glowing for days. Don had become a part of those nights as well: watching, serving, cleaning, occasionally fluffing before they took his wife.

But at home, in the quiet of their house, the dynamic belonged to Kendra and Don alone.

One quiet Thursday evening, after a particularly long day, Kendra stepped through the front door to find Don already waiting exactly as she had instructed by text: naked, on his knees in the living room, collar on, cage locked, forehead pressed to the floor.

She closed the door behind her, kicked off her heels, and stood over him. The power she felt in that moment was intoxicating — a far cry from the hesitant woman who had once smoothed her skirt in Harrison’s waiting room.

“Look at me,” she commanded, voice calm but with an edge.

Don lifted his head. His eyes were already glassy with need.

Kendra slowly unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall open to reveal a black lace bra that barely contained her breasts. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, standing before him in just the bra, matching panties, and anklet.

“Tonight, there’s no ne else - just me. And you’re going to worship your wife the way she deserves.”

She retrieved the soft leather wrist cuffs and dangled them in front of Don’s face.

“Hands behind your back.”

Don obeyed instantly. Kendra moved behind him, buckling the cuffs tightly around his wrists, securing them together with a small clip. The restraint was firm but comfortable — enough to remind him he had no control.

She circled back to stand in front of him. “Good boy. Now crawl to me.”

Don shuffled forward on his knees, wrists behind him, until his face was inches from her panties. The scent of her filled his senses.

“Take them off with your teeth.”

He did, carefully tugging the lace down her thighs until they pooled at her ankles. Kendra kicked them aside.

She sat on the edge of the couch, legs spread wide. “Now lick. Slow and deep. I want to feel every stroke.”

Don leaned in eagerly, tongue tracing her folds, circling her clit, then plunging inside her. Kendra moaned, threading her fingers through his hair, but she controlled the pace.

“Deeper,” she ordered sharply. “Fuck me with your tongue like it’s the only way you’ll ever get inside me again.”

Don whimpered into her pussy and obeyed, working harder, nose pressed against her clit as he tongue-fucked her with desperate devotion. Kendra’s hips rocked against his face, using him shamelessly for her pleasure. When she was close, she tightened her grip in his hair and pulled him harder against her.

“Don’t you dare stop. Make your wife come like a good boy.”

Her orgasm crashed over her, thighs clamping around his head as she rode his face through the waves, smothering him with her wetness. She kept him trapped there even after, grinding lazily until the sensitivity faded.

When she finally let him go, Don was gasping, face slick and flushed.

Kendra stood, looming over him. “On your back. On the floor. Now.”

With his wrists still bound behind him, Don awkwardly lowered himself onto his back. Kendra straddled his chest, then slid upward until her still-wet pussy hovered directly over his mouth.

“Open wide.”

As soon as his mouth opened, she lowered herself fully, smothering him completely. Don’s bound arms strained uselessly beneath him as she began to ride his face with deliberate, rolling movements — slow at first, then faster and more demanding, grinding her clit against his nose while his tongue worked frantically inside her.

“Just like that,” she commanded, voice thick with dominance. “You breathe when I allow it.”

She controlled everything — his air, his pleasure, his submission. Don moaned loudly into her, the vibrations pushing her toward another peak. Kendra rode him harder, smothering him relentlessly, her moans growing louder.

“Look at you,” she taunted breathlessly. “My sweet husband reduced to my personal seat. This is what you are now. My toy. My cleaner. My devoted little cuck.”

The words sent Don into a frenzy. Kendra felt her climax building and rode him mercilessly through it, coming hard with a loud cry, flooding his mouth as she ground down through the orgasm. Only when his struggles for air grew desperate did she lift slightly, letting him gasp.

“Good boy,” she praised, stroking his soaked hair. “You took that so well.”

She finally climbed off him, unlocked the wrist cuffs and cock cage, and set them aside. Don’s arms were free, but he remained on his back, looking up at her with complete devotion.

Kendra retrieved the strap-on harness and the thick, realistic dildo molded from Harrison’s cock. She buckled it on slowly, letting Don watch every movement. Then she lubed the toy generously and knelt between his spread legs.

“Legs up,” she ordered.

Don obeyed, pulling his knees toward his chest. Kendra pressed the thick head against his entrance and pushed in — slow but firm — stretching him open. Don gasped sharply, eyes widening at the intense fullness.

“Relax and take it,” Kendra commanded, voice authoritative. “You’re going to feel every inch while I stroke you.”

She began thrusting — steady, deep strokes that dragged across his prostate with every movement. At the same time, her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him in perfect rhythm with her thrusts.

Don’s moans quickly turned into broken whimpers. The dual sensations — being filled and stroked — was overwhelming. His body trembled, prostate teased relentlessly while Kendra’s firm grip edged him closer and closer.

“That’s it,” she said, voice low and commanding. “Take your wife’s cock. Feel how deep I’m fucking you. And you don’t get to come until I say.”

She picked up the pace, thrusting harder, stroking faster. Don’s hips bucked helplessly, tears of overstimulation leaking from the corners of his eyes.

“Please… Kendra… I can’t hold it…”

“Come for me,” she finally said, slamming deep and stroking him firmly. “While I’m inside you...”

Don cried out, body convulsing as a powerful, orgasm ripped through him. Thick ropes of cum spurted across his stomach and chest while Kendra continued thrusting through every pulse, milking him completely.

When he finally went limp, Kendra pulled out gently, removed the harness, and pulled him into her arms. She held him close, wiping his face and chest with a warm cloth.

“You were perfect tonight,” she whispered softly, stroking his hair. “I love dominating you like that...”

Don nestled against her chest, exhausted and deeply content. “I love when you take control. It makes me feel… safe. Owned. Wanted.”

They stayed like that for a long time — naked, tangled, quiet.

Harrison still had his place in their life. Shared nights would continue when the hunger called. But these private evenings — where Kendra fully claimed Don as her own — had become some of the most intimate and cherished moments of this new reality.

Kendra traced the silver anklet on her ankle with a finger, then kissed Don’s temple.

“We made it,” she murmured. “We’re now exactly where we’re supposed to be...

*Fini*

\*This is the 6th part - probably last, except for an epiloge - of this story. Check out any of the "Counselor" stories posted here to see how things progressed.\*

The anklet had been on Kendra’s ankle for six weeks when Harrison proposed the next threshold. They were in his loft again, the city lights glittering beyond the windows.

Kendra wore only the anklet and a sheer black robe that hung open; Don knelt naked beside her, leather collar snug around his throat, chastity cage locked tight, a thin sheen of sweat already on his skin.

Harrison sat across from them, calm, but with a weight in his gaze.

“You’ve both gone further than most couples ever dare,” he said. Tonight, we will test how deep that committment runs. I’ve invited someone I trust completely—another dominant, experienced, discreet. He’ll join us. You’ll be shared, Kendra. Don will watch, fluff, clean—everything."

Kendra’s pulse spiked. She glanced at Don. His face was flushed, eyes wide. The cage twitched visibly.

She reached down, cupped his chin, and made him look at her. Her voice was steady, authoritative. “You’ve given me everything so far; this is the biggest step yet. I want it. But only if you do as well. Tell me the truth.”

Don swallowed hard. His voice came out hoarse. “I’m nervous for sure… but I’m so hard it hurts. I want to see you completely taken. I...Yes.”

Harrison nodded once. “Good. He’s waiting in the next room. Kendra, bring him.”

She stood, robe slipping off to pool on the floor, and walked to the door. When she returned, a second man followed—mid-forties, tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair with a touch of gray, powerful build. He introduced himself simply as Marcus, his voice low and respectful, eyes sweeping over Kendra with open hunger before flicking to Don briefly with quiet understanding.

They moved to the bedroom. Don was bound once again to the armchair—wrists and ankles secured, legs spread wide, positioned so he couldn’t miss a single detail.

Kendra dropped to her knees between the two men without being told. Harrison and Marcus stood side by side, cocks already hard. She took them both in her hands first, stroking slowly, then leaned in. Her mouth worked them greedily—alternating between Harrison’s familiar girth and Marcus’s slightly longer shaft. She sucked hard, saliva dripping down her chin. Lewd, wet sounds filled the room as she worshipped them, eyes watering, mascara starting to run.

“Fuck, she’s hungry,” Marcus growled.

Harrison gripped her hair. “Deeper. Show your husband how much you love this.”

Kendra moaned around them, pushing herself further until she was choking and drooling, desperate to please.

After several minutes, Harrison pulled her up. “On the bed. All fours.”

They spitroasted her immediately.

Harrison knelt in front of her, feeding his thick cock into her mouth while Marcus positioned himself behind. He rubbed his slick, broad head against her dripping pussy, then thrust in hard—bottoming out in one powerful stroke. Kendra cried out around Harrison’s cock, the sudden deep penetration making her whole body jolt. Marcus didn’t hold back; he fucked her with long, brutal strokes, hips slapping loudly against her ass while Harrison fucked her throat in rhythm.

Tears streamed down her face. Her moans were muffled and desperate. Every thrust from behind shoved her forward onto Harrison’s cock, forcing it deeper into her throat. She was completely impaled, used from both ends, body rocking helplessly between the two powerful men.

Don stared, wide-eyed and trembling, his caged cock dripping steadily onto the chair.

Kendra pulled off Harrison’s cock just long enough to gasp, “Harder… fuck me harder!” before he shoved back into her mouth.

The intensity built relentlessly. Marcus slapped her ass, leaving red handprints. Harrison tightened his grip in her hair, fucking her face with deep, controlled thrusts. Kendra’s first orgasm hit like lightning—her pussy clamping down hard around Marcus as she screamed around Harrison’s cock, body shaking violently.

They didn’t let her recover.

Harrison pulled out of her mouth and lay on his back. “Mount me.”

Kendra climbed on, sinking down onto Harrison’s thick cock with a raspy moan, taking him deep inside her. Marcus moved behind her again, pressing himself against her tight ass. He pushed in slowly but without pause, stretching her open until both men were buried to the hilt inside her at the same time.

The fullness was obscene—two thick cocks stretching her in both holes simultaneously. Kendra’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, eyes rolling back. The pressure was overwhelming, almost too much.

“Fuck… I’m so...fuck...,” she gasped, voice wrecked. “I can feel both of you… rubbing together....”

They began to move—Harrison thrusting up, Marcus driving down. The rhythm was merciless. Every stroke made her feel split open, claimed completely. Her breasts bounced wildly. Her cries grew louder, rawer, turning into continuous, broken sobs of pleasure.

Harrison growled. “Take it all, my dear. Like the greedy little slut you’ve become.”

Marcus gripped her hips harder, pounding deeper. “Your husband is watching every second...”

Kendra shattered again—screaming, body convulsing violently between them as a powerful squirting orgasm ripped through her, soaking Harrison’s groin and the sheets. She kept coming, wave after wave, barely able to breathe.

Only then did the men let go.

Harrison came first, flooding her pussy with thick, hot ropes. Marcus followed seconds later, burying himself deep in her ass and unloading with a low groan.

When they finally pulled out, Kendra collapsed onto the bed, trembling. Cum leaked heavily from both holes—white and creamy, dripping down her thighs in obscene rivulets.

Harrison looked at Don. “Clean her.”

Released from his bindings, Don crawled between her spread thighs without hesitation, tongue working feverishly—lapping the thick mixture from her pussy, then moving higher to her ass, cleaning every drop of both men while Kendra stroked his hair and murmured praise. “That’s my good boy...”

Marcus watched momentarily, then stepped back to let Harrison pull Kendra into a deep, possessive kiss. Don finished his task, face shiny and flushed, then knelt at the bedside.

The three of them sat together afterward—Kendra and Don on the bed, Harrison in a nearby chair. Kendra held Don close, fingers tracing his collar.

“You were incredible,” she whispered. “I saw how much it cost you… and how much you gave.”

Don’s eyes were wet. “It...wasn't easy… seeing you that full. But it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m yours; I don’t want to go back.”

Kendra kissed Don’s forehead, then turned to kiss Harrison. “We’re in. All the way.”

A peak had been reached—Kendra was no longer just awakened; she was radiant, claimed, and in control of her own desire.

Don had found his place in the surrender.

And Harrison remained the architect of their new life.

*Continuting the spiral of Kendra, Don, and their counselor. There are 4 parts previous to this, so I encourage diving into those as well.*

Three months after the first hotel date, the dynamic had become as natural as breathing. Sessions were scheduled every ten days, though sometimes more frequently. Harrison’s loft had replaced the office for most encounters: sleek, private, with views of the river that made every encounter feel like a secret world. Kendra moved through their home with a quiet authority she hadn’t possessed before; Don had learned to find peace in the constant, low hum of denial, the cock cage like a second skin.

One Friday evening in his loft, Harrison brought formality to what had become ritual.

They gathered in the living room: Kendra on the sectional in a simple black silk slip, Don kneeling at her feet in his thin leather collar and his chastity cage, along with a small, vibrating plug Kendra had insertedearlierat Harrison's request. Harrison stood before them, holding a small velvet box.

"You’ve both surrendered beautifully," he said, voice calm and measured. "Kendra, you’ve claimed your desire. Don, you’ve learned to serve it. If you’re ready, I’d like to mark this more permanently—not a contract in paper, but a symbol of trust and ownership."

He opened the box: a delicate silver anklet, fine chain with a small engraved tag—\*H’s\* on one side, \*D’s wife\* on the other. Subtle enough to wear daily, unmistakable to anyone who understood.

Kendra’s breath hitched. "What does it mean?"

"It means you’re available to me—anytime we agree. I guide your pleasure. Don supports, serves, cleans. Chastity remains full-time at home; unlocks only with mutual agreement or my permission. We go deeper: more vulnerability for Don, more intensity for both of you."

Don’s face flushed, but his eyes were steady, pupils wide.

Harrison knelt to their level. "This is about awakening, not breaking. Say 'yes' only if it excites you both."

Kendra met Don’s gaze. He swallowed, then nodded slowly.

"Yes," Don whispered."

Kendra extended her ankle. Harrison fastened the anklet—then pressed a slow kiss to the inside of her ankle.

The ritual moved to the bedroom. Harrison undressed deliberately, revealing his toned frame. Kendra slipped out of the silk, standing bare except for the new anklet glinting in the low light. Don was positioned in a low chair at the bed’s foot—wrists cuffed to the arms, legs spread and secured. The small plug still buzzed inside him, keeping him edged and stretched.

Harrison took Kendra missionary first—slow, deep. He seated himself fully with a low groan, holding still inside her.

"Feel that?" he murmured against her ear.

Kendra arched, moaning. "Yes… God, so deep. So full."

Don whimpered softly, the plug pulsing against his prostate, cage straining.

Harrison began to move—steady, powerful thrusts that made her breasts sway and her breath hitch. He whispered: "You’re mine like this. Open. Taken." Kendra came hard around him, cunt clenching, crying out his name. He followed soon after, pulsing deep and holding himself buried as he emptied inside her.

When he withdrew, thick cum leaked slowly from her swollen opening. Harrison looked at Don.

"Serve her."

Don was released just enough to crawl forward. Kendra spread her legs wide on the bed, guiding his head between her thighs. He lapped obediently—tongue tracing the creamy trails, tasting Harrison mixed with her sweetness. Kendra stroked his hair, moaning quietly.

"Good boy… every drop."

After Don finished cleaning her, Kendra sat up, eyes sharp and commanding. She reached behind Don, fingers finding the base of the plug.

"Enough teasing," she said firmly. "I want you empty for what comes next." Without waiting for a response, she gripped the plug and pulled it out slowly—deliberate—making Don gasp as the stretch reversed. He clenched involuntarily, a soft whine escaping him at the sudden emptiness.

Kendra set the toy aside, then buckled on a slim strap-on harness. A dildo—molded from Harrison’s cock, thick, veined, slightly larger than life—jutted forward aggressively. She lubed it generously, then pointed to the center of the bed.

"On all fours. Now."

Don obeyed instantly, heart pounding. He positioned himself, wrists lightly re-cuffed to the headboard, ass presented. The cage hung heavy between his legs, leaking steadily.

Kendra knelt behind him, one hand on his hip, the other guiding the tip of the dildo to his hole.

"Look at Harrison," she ordered. "Let him see your face when I take you."

Don lifted his head, eyes meeting Harrison’s calm gaze.

"Breathe," Kendra commanded. "Relax for me. You’re going to take every inch because I want you to."

She pressed forward—slow but unrelenting. The head breached him; Don’s eyes widened, a sharp gasp tearing from his throat as the stretch burned brighter than the plug ever had. His body tensed, then trembled.

"Too big… Kendra—"

"Shh," she cut him off, voice low and authoritative. "You can take it. You will take it. Push back. Show me how much you want to be filled for me."

Don whimpered, tears pricking his eyes—not from pain alone, but from the overwhelming vulnerability, the shame of being opened so completely, the raw intimacy of her inside him. He pushed back as ordered, inch by inch sliding deeper until her hips met his ass. The dildo pressed directly against his prostate, sending a shockwave of pleasure that made his legs shake and his cock dribble.

Kendra began to thrust—firm, controlled strokes that built quickly. Each movement dragged across his insides, building pressure he’d never felt before.

"Feel that?" she said, voice edged with power. "That’s me owning you now. Just like he owns me. Say it."

Don’s voice cracked, broken and reverent. "You own me… God, Kendra, you own me… it feels—fuck—it’s too much—"

"Don’t come yet," she snapped, slowing deliberately. "You don’t get to come until I say. This is about surrender, not relief."

She picked up pace again—deeper, harder—her hand reaching around to grip his caged cock, squeezing the bars just enough to remind him of his denial.

Harrison watched from the side, stroking himself slowly, approval in his eyes.

Don sobbed openly now—tears streaming, body shaking with the relentless stimulation. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter until it snapped in a ruined orgasm: long, shuddering waves with almost no ejaculate, just weak, frustrating dribbles from the cage. His whole body convulsed, a raw, moaning escaping him as the intensity left him utterly spent and exposed.

Kendra slowed but kept shallow thrusts, letting him ride the aftershocks. "Good boy," she said, softer now but still commanding. "You took me so well. I’m so proud of you."

She pulled out carefully, removed the harness, and gathered him into her arms. Don curled against her chest, still trembling.

She kissed Don’s tear-streaked face.

"You’re still my husband," she whispered fiercely. "This doesn’t change that. If anything, it binds us tighter."

Don nodded, voice hoarse. "I know… I felt it. All of it. I...needed this."

The shift was profound but gentle. Kendra had become the center—desired, guided, in full bloom. Don had crossed a new threshold and found an unexpected peace in the surrender. Harrison was the dark hand leading them further...