Continued from August 12th
“Kneel down here Jim, I have something to discuss with you. NOW!”
He looked worried and probably figured that he was in some sort of trouble.
I opened my legs and raised my skirt a little, then gently parted the lips of my pussy with one hand, and instructed “Put your nose right here, and keep it there while we talk. Do you understand?”
“I was looking in the history file on our computer a few weeks ago and was quite surprised by what I saw there.” I said, nonchalantly.
“Oh, well, I do like to read about different things,” he said.
I couldn’t help but to giggle as I felt his breath; it was as if he were speaking directly into my anus.
“Especially since we started this female domination lifestyle,” he added.
“Don’t give me that fucking bullshit Jim. The dates on many of the history files precede my starting to dominate you. I have spent a lot of time visiting the sites you were looking at and I have seen first hand how you have responded to my dominance. You are a natural born ass licker. The theme of all the sites you visit is female domination. Where do you think I got the idea to start dominating you?” I asked
“It has become quite obvious to me that your dearest wish is to become my slave. Isn’t that right?” His penis had swelled to the end of his device again.
“But honey …” he started to say.
“No buts and no objections or excuses!” I demanded “Tell me Jim, how do you like the taste of my piss? Do you like to drink it as much as you thought you would? You’ve certainly gotten used to it. I bet you would like to have a drink right now, wouldn’t you?”
He was shocked with the direct approach of my questioning and completely red faced with humiliation. “Well, answer me Jim! Or would you rather I whip you again?”
“Well, actually it tastes kind of, uh, well, I don’t mind, uh, it is nice. I uh, liked it.
“I knew you did, you are such a slut.”
“I, uh, well, I, uh,” he was completely stunned, but still with a rock hard cock.
“Just shut up and listen or I might do it right now. You don’t seem to be able to talk anyway. I am more interested in cuckolding you. Do you know what that word means?” I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled his nose a little deeper into my cunt.
“Yes, it means you want to start having sex with other men.” came the muffled reply.
“No, it means I am going to fuck whomever I please and you will have nothing to say about it. If I hear one word of protest from you it will be at least a month before I let you out of the chastity device again. There are several men at the office that are hitting on me constantly. Next Saturday night I am going out with Dave, you remember him don’t you? I’m looking forward to getting fucked for more that five minutes at a time. I hear that his cock is huge,” I giggled.
“Linda, please, don’t,” I pulled his head up by his hair. SMACK. I slapped his face so hard I could clearly see my hand print on his face. Then I pushed his face back down. His nose slipped back into my waiting cunt.
“I told you to shut up, that was not an idle threat I just made, or is that what you want?” He lowered his eyes. A moment later a tear ran down his face. “When I come home Saturday night from my date I want you to meet me at the door naked and on your knees.
“Yes Ma’am,” he answered.
I was thrilled with his answer. He was finally accepting my desire to have sex outside our marriage. While I had him in such an agreeable mood I decided to push him a little further. “I will step up over your face and place my pussy over your mouth. You will suck Dave’s sperm from my cunt, and then I will piss down your throat to wash it all down. Do you understand?” I smiled as I looked down at his penis. It was still pressing against the end of his device. Throbbing.
“Yes Ma’am, but please, uh, please don’t,” I jerked him up by the hair and slapped his face again. This time so hard that he fell back from his kneeling position onto his ass.
“Get back into position!” I ordered. He was back on his knees instantly with his nose back inside my pussy. “I don’t think it is in your best interest to question me again. Do you understand?”
“Good, very good. If you are good and have all the housework done it time Saturday I’ll let you bathe me and help me dress for my date. I might even let you pick out my clothes for the evening.”
“Can I ask you something Miss Linda,” he said, still kneeling and naked with his nose still in position.
“Yes, go ahead.”
“Well, uh, will you still want to have, will you, uh,” his face was bright red now and he was sweating profusely.
“Are you afraid that I will no longer want to have sex with you Jim,” I asked.
“Yes Ma’am,” he answered.
“You shouldn’t be worried about that, sex between us has changed and you will continue to grow more and more submissive to me. I intend to dominate you completely and I may never have sexual intercourse with you again. I have not decided about that yet. But you will be allowed to service me orally most every day. Your sex life from now on will be almost exclusively between your tongue and my ass and cunt. I will also use you to lick my feet and armpits. Your penis is now completely under my control and you will never be allowed to have an orgasm without my permission.”
“Well, what if I decide that I, well, uh, don’t want to be, uh, dominated anymore?” he asked.
“I am afraid that it is not up to you. You have already given up to much control. Don’t you think that I can see how submitting to me excites you. Do you really think you can resist my domination? If you try to resist me, how long do you think you will last before you are right back where you are now, naked and on your knees, begging me for a taste of my ass? Think about it Jim, I doubt you could last more than a day or two. Look how hard your fucking cock is pushing against your chastity device. I warn you, if you dare to refuse my demands I will deal very harshly with you once I have you back under heel. And I will have you under my control.”
I stood and turned my back to him. I lifted my skirt and I looked over my shoulder at him, my nipples straining hard against my skin tight sweater. “Look at it Jim, you know you want to worship it. Can you resist the invitation to lick my asshole? Don’t fight it Jim, give in to your desires.”
He kneeled there for a moment fighting his urges. His penis was throbbing inside the device uncontrollably. When he could stand it no longer he showered my buttocks with kisses and then worked his tongue far up inside my anus.
His passion was wild and after a moment I stepped away from his kneeling form and lowered my dress. When I turned to face him his face went flush with humiliation again. He knew that he was mine to do with as I pleased. More importantly, I knew it too. Best of all, he had accepted the fact that I would be having sex with whomever I pleased while his penis would remain under my control. This was just to good to be true, but pinch me, by god it was true!
“Linda, this is not fair, you can’t treat me this way,” he said.
“Oh you darling little boy, it’s not supposed to be fair. What we have now is a female dominant relationship. There will always be double standards we will live by. For instance, I will fuck as many men as I please while you will stay locked in your chastity belt. I drink champagne while you drink my golden piss. But you like my piss better anyway, don’t you?”
“Yes Ma’am, but,” he started.
“That is enough, I an in no mood for your whining. Go get your housework done now or I may have to give you something to whine about.”
Things began to move rapidly now. I ordered Jim to undress in the garage after work and to dress there in the mornings. He was to be naked at all times while in the house, with the exception of his chastity device. I quickly turned over all the housework to him along with the cooking and laundry. When I started to dominate Jim it was for the sole purpose of convincing him to agree to my having sex with other men, but now I had decided that I wanted more. And I wanted more than a domestic slave. I wanted a personal servant as well, and I started to train Jim as my body slave.
… to be continued.
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
Stella and the Jewel Thief
Stella is a rich woman, who lives alone in her huge mansion. She always looks beautiful in her sexy leather mini skirt, pantyhose and high heeled pumps. Stella always likes to wear lot of beautiful, expensive jewelry.
A burglar, Jack Fabio, is constantly spying on Stella when she is out in public, and he follows her until he discovers where she lives. Jack decides to visit her house in the middle of the night to steal her expensive jewels.
Beautiful Stella, in a sheer black nightgown, is sleeping on her bed, when Jack breaks a window to enter her house. The noise of the breaking glass wakes her and, very quietly, she takes a pair of soft, black, sheer nylons, and slips her long, shapely legs into the stockings, Ever so quietly, she opens her bedside drawer and takes out a small handgun – a 22 caliber with 5 bullets – she slips her feet into her high heel slippers and creeps downstairs to investigate the disturbance.
Stella finds Jack searching for her jewelry in the safe at her office. As she switches the light on and points the gun at the burglar, she orders him:
“Stop! Don’t move one inch or I will kill you.” The intruder sees the gun, and the serious look in her eyes, he knows that there is nothing he can do but obey her now. She looks sexy, his eyes wander to her sexy legs. She sees the look on his face as he looks her legs up and down, and she says, “You want to worship my legs you bastard, do you ??”
“Oh yes,” he whimpers “I will do anything for you, just please don’t hurt me.”
“I will let you go free” Stella tells him “and I will not call the police, if you will do everything I tell you,”
Stella takes a pair of pantyhose and ties the burglar’s hands behind him, she orders him to worship her feet and her high heel shoes. Jack is on his knees, greedily licking, sucking and kissing, following Stella’s instructions.
The size of his cock shows her how turned on he is, but each time she notices him getting too excited, and wanting to cum, she crushes his cock with her stiletto heel, or kicks him in the balls, only she is allowed pleasure. She wants it all for herself.
After Stella has finished cock-teasing her boot-licking, foot-worshiping slave, and is satisfied, she unties him and tells him that he is free, yet she still has the gun in her hand. When the burglar turns to leave, Stella points the gun at his back and shoots him, right in his ass. As he turns to ask why, she points her gun at his cock and shoots him again, and then a final shot to his head.
Stella sits on the sofa, takes a cigarette and calmly smokes like nothing has happened. And then she calls the police.
She tells them that a man had entered her house to steal her jewelry, and when she disturbed him, he tried to rape her. She told them that she had to kill him in self defense because she was afraid for her life.
Of course, the police believe her, and Stella is free.
Poor Jack Fabio.
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.