Continued from July 29th
“I feel like I’m in the dominant role at work all day,” he said. “It’s just that I get so tired of making decisions and,” he hesitated; sweat had popped out on his forehead.
“Honey, are you saying that you would like for me to dominate you?” His cock was like steel in my hand.
“Yes, I uh, think,” looking at my pink leather miniskirt, he could not look me in the eyes.
“Well, I’ll be willing to give it a try, but I’m not sure I can pull off being dominant with you. You will have to help me, and you will have to do whatever I say. Do you still want to give it a try?” This is exactly as I had planned it.
“Sure, yes, uh, I mean I really want to,” he said. His excitement was obvious and his cock was like a flagpole.
My first action was to take over our sexual relationship. That night in bed I sat on my husband’s stomach and started to pinch his nipples. He moaned in gratitude and his penis was hard against my ass as I worked his nipples with my fingers. “There are some changes we are going to make in our lovemaking,” I told him. “You are going to learn to please me, and please me my way. I want you to do it with your mouth. I almost never have orgasms from intercourse. You will be required lick me whenever I say and for as long as I say. You have been doing that for years anyway, but if I take the dominant role with you it’s not going to be a game. You’re going to learn to obey me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, of course I do,” he answered.
“That’s Yes Ma’am.”
“Yes Ma’am,” he repeated.
I played with him until I had him all hot and bothered.
“Good boy,” I wanted a demonstration of his submissive role. I turned around and started to lower my ass to his face. “Your first lesion is in ass licking. I want you to lick my ass until I cum, do you understand?”
“Yes, uh, but.”
“You know you want to kiss it, don’t you?”
“Sure I do, you’ve always known that I am in love with your ass.”
I sat on his face and ordered, “Go ahead and bury your tongue as far up my asshole as it will go. You’re going to have to earn your orgasms from now on, and to earn one you have to give me four. Do you understand and agree?” His reply was a muffled grunt into my ass. I lifted my ass up off his mouth. “Was that a yes?” I said.
“Yes, I guess, but four to one, what is this all about.”
“It is about you doing as I say,” I said as I lowered my anus back to his mouth. “I’m tired of you sticking your little cock in me and cumming before I get warmed up.
From now on, you need to get my permission to have an orgasm.” I wanted to condition him to accept the fact that he needed help in pleasing me. As I said this I started to undulate my hips and grind my asshole against his mouth. “Stick your tongue in deeper and lick me.”
He complied with all my demands but I kept things moving slowly. I didn’t want to scare him off. My Internet friend had warned me that many men have submissive fantasies, but rebel when confronted with real life slavery. By the end of the evening he was wild with desire and in a completely submissive mood. I took that opportunity to lock him into his new CB 2000 chastity device. He was apprehensive, but after a little coaxing he allowed me to lock the device in place.
To be continued …
Continued from July 22 …
In the next couple of weeks I thought about this more and more. I didn’t say anything to my husband about it.
When I had some free time I would log on to the woman’s web page and read her stories. There was also a “Question and Answer” page and real life stories from other readers. There I found several stories and questions from women who cuckold their husbands, and from women who wanted to. I had never heard the term before but it means that the wife has sex with other men while her husband remains loyal to her. She has her affairs with his full knowledge and consent. Many of the women even denied their husbands sex within the marriage.
Most of these women kept their husband’s penis locked in chastity devices to insure that they remained celibate. All of these women completely dominated their husbands. It amazed me how they treated their husbands like shit and then ran around with other men right in front of the abused husband. In most cases the husband was required to do all the housework plus cater to the personal needs of the dominant wife.
A common activity of these women was to have their husbands lick the semen of other men out of their vaginas.
It took me over a month to read everything, and by the time I finished it my thinking had started to change concerning female domination. In many ways I was very excited about the possibilities. I had always wanted to fuck other men but did not want to lose my husband. I wasn’t sure that I still loved him, or that I ever did, but he was a good provider and I didn’t want to take a chance losing the comfortable life I had become accustomed to. While the idea of frivolous sex for me held much appeal, I did not like the idea of my husband enjoying the same sexual freedom. I had a couple of affairs in the last two years, but I did not like the sneaking around.
If dominating my husband would offer me a way to fuck around without taking a chance on losing my home and security, then I was all for it. First I had to develop a plan or some kind of strategy. Plus, I had to make some decisions about how far I wanted to go with this. Would I have to make him my full time slave in order for him to accept my affairs? The more I thought about it the more deliciously wicked it sounded. I was so excited by the thought that soon I would be fucking strange men while my chauvinistic husband would be at my complete mercy, serving as my houseboy and slave.
After struggling with my thoughts for a week or two I wrote to the woman to get her advice. I told her my feelings as best I could and gave her the femdom web pages my husband looked at most. Her reply came back a couple of days later and I was very impressed. She spent a lot of time in writing me, and based on the information I had given her she had written a profile of my husband, telling me what techniques I might use to drive him into deeper submission to me. She said that she thought I could go as far with the “female domination life style” as I wanted and that I should put my wants and needs first. No problem there.
She included a web address where I could order a chastity device and suggested that I get one as soon as possible. She did warn me that if I decided to cuckold my husband it should be done to drive him deeper into submission to me, not to fulfill my selfish desires to have frivolous sex. I thought I was close enough to wanting both to make a go of it, although my only interest in domination was to push my husband into a place where I could have my sexual freedom while he would remain loyal to me.
I decided on a direct approach with my husband on this. Well, kind of direct.
We were in bed naked in each other’s arms. “Honey,” I said, “I’ve been thinking of some ways to spice up our sex life a little. I thought we might try a little domination. What do you think?”
His face lit up like a light had been turned on. “Well sure, I, uh, that sounds great to me. What did you, uh, have in mind?” he could hardly speak.
“Well, I could try the submissive role if you think that would suit you best,” I said. It was like I let the air out of his tires. The disappointment on his face was clear to see, as I had known it would be. I wanted it to be my husband’s idea to submit to me.
“Oh, uh, Ok,” he said.
“You seem a little disappointed, if you’re not interested we don’t have to try this. Or did you have other ideas about how we could spice things up a little?”
“Well, uh, what I mean to say is, uh.” he said.
“Go ahead and tell me, I want to know your fantasies, I’ll be understanding.” I took hold of his penis and started to massage it gently.
… to be continued
My Mistress in a Pink Leather Micro Mini
For me, everyday is full of sensations.
Pain and pleasure are so close that sometimes they mix. That’s what I feel for my mistress.
I must wake up early each morning to clean my mistress’ home. After I have cleaned until the place is spotless, I must cook breakfast for the Goddess, as she deserves. She tells me she wants her red high-heel boots cleaned, and I must obey her.
I stoop to shine her boots, but suddenly she orders me to do it with my tongue. This is the biggest pleasure I can get, licking my Gooddess favourite boots to make them so shiny. Sometimes, if I am really sneaky, I can see up her leather micro mini, and I catch a glimpse of her beautiful round ass and her perfectly shaven pussy and wish that she would allow my tongue to travel up her leg, ever so slowly, licking as I go until I reach her soft, damp cunt. I would lick and suck at her pussy lips until she could stand no more, erupting into wild orgasms and covering my face with her cum. But that is just a dream, and I continue to lick her boots excitedly, because that is all I’m allowed to do – lick and dream.
When she puts on her stiletto boots, she uses me as a carpet, like the dog that I am. But, I am her dog, and I am very proud of it.
This is how any normal day starts for me. And the level of her cruelty intensifies as the day goes on, so guess how it end? I am a vacuum cleaner, a carpet or an ashtray … that’s how I feel, just a piece of my Mistress’ property, for her to do with as she wishes.