The high-altitude cold outside the Queenstown cabin only intensified the heat radiating from the specially reinforced Bull-pen. The Wife was still suspended, her arms aching from the heavy leather cuffs, her body slick with sweat, the deep red paddle marks on her ass glistening under the spotlight. The scent of sex and leather was overwhelming.

The Husband, after his explosive climax watching the initial punishment and penetration, had returned to his high chair, his head bowed, holding a basin of ice-cold water, awaiting your command.

You, the Bull, stood over the platform, radiating absolute power. You kicked the basin lightly. “Husband. She’s too comfortable. She needs to understand that her pleasure belongs to me, and her pain is your gift. Show me your devotion.”

The Husband flinched, but immediately obeyed. He crawled forward, dipping a sponge into the icy water, and timidly began to dab the Wife’s already abused, burning skin.

The Wife gasped, the shock of the cold against her inflamed flesh tearing a sharp, high-pitched noise from her throat. “A-Alex! Bull! That’s cold!” 🥶

“Good,” You growled, grabbing the Husband’s chin and forcing his gaze up to meet yours. “Look at her face, Husband. That agony is your offering. It’s what she deserves for submitting to me. Now, get the vibrator. And use it on her… until I tell you to stop.” 🍆

The Husband’s face twisted in an expression of pure, conflicted ecstasy. The humiliation of serving another man’s pleasure, of touching his wife only to prepare her for you, was his ultimate turn-on. He retrieved the massive vibrator and hesitantly approached his Wife.

He focused on the paddle marks first, the vibrating tip drawing a new series of sharp yelps from her. Then, following your silent, imperious glare, he moved to her swollen, wet slit, where you had just finished dominating her. He pressed the buzzing head directly against her already raw clit.

The Wife’s eyes went wide. She began to moan, the vibration intensifying the sensitive aftermath of the penetration. “No, Husband! Stop! It’s too much!” But her hips were grinding involuntarily against the restraints, contradicting her words.

The Husband, witnessing the immediate, overwhelming effect of his service, became bolder. His timidity vanished, replaced by a feverish need to please you. He increased the intensity, his hand steady.

“Tell me when you’re going to cum again, Wife,” You demanded, grabbing the Husband by the hair and pulling his head back, forcing him to keep the vibration steady. “Tell the Bull what his cock did to you that made this feel so incredible!”

The Wife was sobbing, pleasure and pain a confused, agonizing mess. “It… it was so big! It stretched me open! I… I need to cum! Please!”

“Not yet,” You countered, slapping the vibrator out of the Husband’s hand. The sudden silence and cessation of vibration sent a new wave of frustrated agony through the Wife. She cried out in desperate need.

You then grabbed the Wife by the hips and pulled her back, your hands finding her perfectly centered pussy. It was absolutely saturated, glistening with the mix of your seed, her wetness, and the lingering traces of the ice water.

You didn't wait. You plunged your hardened, massive cock back inside her, driving into her with a savage hunger that belied the earlier slow dominance.

SMASH. SMASH. SMASH. The bed platform hammered against the floor with the force of your thrusts.

The Husband, utterly defeated and fulfilled by his role, didn't even need to touch himself. The sight of your hips grinding into his suspended Wife, the powerful rhythmic assault, sent him into a third, tearing, catastrophic climax. He screamed your title—“BULL!”—as his body spasmed, collapsing out of the chair and onto the cold floor, thoroughly spent, yet smiling. 🤤

You ignored the heap of his exhausted body, focusing solely on the Wife, who was now screaming your name in a broken litany.

“You belong to the Bull!” You roared, hammering into her with your final, all-consuming drive. “This is my pleasure! MY release!”

She came instantly, violently, her whole frame convulsing, the metal cuffs rattling as the waves of her ecstasy finally broke. 💦

You pumped one last, victorious load deep inside her, emptying yourself completely, feeling the shuddering fulfillment as you held your position, sinking into her exhausted body.

You pulled out slowly, the wet sound thick and heavy in the aftermath. The Wife hung there, panting, completely owned.

You gently released her wrists, letting her collapse onto the bed, a ruined goddess. You looked down at the Husband, still twitching on the floor.

“Get up, Husband. You did well. Now, fetch me a towel. Then, we’re going to discuss how she can worship this.” You pointed to your still-damp, impressive cock. “And then we’ll put her back in those cuffs.” 💪😈

The Husband slowly lifted his head, his face alight with humble servitude. "Yes, Bull... anything." 🫡