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Member club update: August12th 2012 “Sexy milf in latex dress”
Sunday, August 12th, 2012
Continued from August 5th
After three long nights of licking my ass, feet, and armpits, and being denied any relief for himself, my husband was desperate for an orgasm, but he had never acted more subservient.
His little penis would swell, surprisingly reaching the end of his chastity device, just from being in the same room with me, and he was becoming more and more obedient. Good boy!
On the fourth night I made him clean the house and dust in the nude as I watched, then I invited him to beg to allow him to lick my juicy, puckered asshole. To allow this, I sat on his chest and played with his caged penis behind my back as my moist cunt rubbed against his nose, his tongue reaching as far up my ass as he possibly could.
I asked him to give me his thoughts on my having sex with other men while he watched. He immediately went soft and refused to talk about.
I slid my pussy back up over his mouth and teased him to eat me to orgasm. I left him unsatisfied again.
On the fifth night I removed the device and sat on his cock. “I can hardly feel your little penis,” I mocked as I wriggled around trying to induce shame by acting like I had trouble with that teeny, tiny excuse for a dick inside me. “I need a big cock to please me,” getting him used to the idea of me having another penis to play with.
I rode him to orgasm, allowing him to cum. And after he had shot his wad inside me I made him lick his sperm from my cunt. This was to get him used to the idea. He would have to lick me clean after all my dates once I had him trained.
The next week went pretty much the same. I played the perfect MILF and kept my husband so hot and horny, fucked him when I pleased and refused to allow him an orgasm. He responded to all my demands and was completely obedient but I was disappointed that he still went soft when I talked about having sex with other men. I told him in no uncertain terms that his attitude about sharing displeased me. He was forced to clean house again and cook me dinner. I ate my dinner with him naked and under the table kissing my feet and begging for food. After I had eaten to my satisfaction, I finger fed him the scraps from my plate, all the time telling him that he didn’t deserve such a luxury.
Following the feeding, and after he had thanked me profusely – as I demanded – I took him into the living room and told him that he needed to be punished for displeasing me. I had him bend over the arm of the sofa. I took one of his belts and whipped his soft, round ass until it was red and covered with marks. Beating him made my pussy so wet that when I finished his whipping I slipped my damp panties from under my skirt, rubbed them under his nose, then sat on the sofa and commanded him to eat my pussy. I put my legs over his shoulders and laid back to enjoy his service, as his tongue hungrily darted in and out of my throbbing hole, licking and sucking like he hadn’t eaten in a week.
After a few minutes I got the urge to pee, so I stood over him and rode his face to the floor. I told him that I was going to piss in his mouth and he should drink every drop.
One of the web pages he had visited was dedicated to male piss drinkers, so I knew he fantasized about drinking my urine. Of course he begged me not to do it, but he didn’t move his mouth away from my pussy. I slapped his face and told him that I was about to pee and he had better not spill a drop. As I let go a stream of hot, steaming piss, he did as I ordered, sucking my pussy and swallowing every drop, then licking me clean. I almost sensed that he was reaching for more, arching his neck so he could position his tongue better inside my hole, but he had sucked me dry.
He seemed embarrassed by the fact that he allowed me to treat him this way but he was so turned on. His penis had swelled to the ends of his device again and he begged me to remove it, saying his erection inside it caused him pain.
I laughed at him … ridiculing him … “How could your little dick fill that space? You had better get used to the taste that is in your mouth right now. I intend to do it again whenever the urge hits.” He could not look me in the eye his face was so red with humiliation.
I could sense his relief as I removed the cock restraint and slid back and mounted his poor little cock for the first time in five days. I rode him hard and fast, paying no attention to the fact that he may be experiencing pain from having been restrained for so long. I grabbed his hard, pink nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and pinched them hard until he groaned in pain.
In less that two minutes my pussy was filled with his semen. I moved forward and positioned my count over his face. I plopped down directly onto his mouth. “You couldn’t even last until I came too, you wimp! How dare you!” I scolded “I need an orgasm too, you can clean me up and tongue me until I cum.” He was actually getting quite good at eating my “cream pie”.
His tongue knew exactly what I needed, and writhed around in my pussy like it was seeking out every last drop. I think he actually enjoyed the taste of his own cum! After I orgasmed, I peed in his mouth again, then wiped my cunt off on his face and sat back down on his mouth so he could lick me dry.
“You are going to have to get better at fucking me or I’ll be forced to get a real man to do the job,” I said. He could not reply with a mouthful of my cunt. I acted like I was waiting for a reaction, cupping my hand to my ear I bent close to his face and said “What was that? Ahh, just as I thought. You have nothing to say!”
He was floored by the new aggressive attitude I had and it seemed that the more dominant I acted toward him the more submissive he became.
I repeated the teasing and denial for four days again, along with plenty of ass and pussy worship, but when I talked to him about sex with other men he would still go soft, and he didn’t want to talk about it. He was becoming accustomed to being naked while I remained fully clothed in the evenings. I wore ultra short skirts with no panties so he could lick me whenever I desired it. I pissed in his mouth regularly and made him thank me for allowing him to drink my urine. I had clearly become his dominatrix and made him do more and more of the housework.
When I was sure he was in a completely submissive mood I decided to confront him about my findings on our computer.
He spent most of that evening naked as usual, with his tongue up my asshole and in my pussy. I also took a large cucumber and fucked his ass with it. This seemed to break his resistance down completely and the depth of his submission had never seemed greater. I made a mental note to stop by the adult shop and get a strap-on dildo to fuck him with.
More to come! Don’t miss the next installment.
Member club update: August 5th 2012 “Pink leather miniskirt”
Tuesday, August 7th, 2012
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 …
Members Club update: July 29th 2012 “Kinky garden”
Tuesday, August 7th, 2012
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
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