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Chapter
2
Most of the books Debbie
gave me were magazines with articles on female domination, some
were dedicated to bondage and discipline of both sexes in general,
and there was one book totally dedicated to the female top position.
She gave me a good selection from "nearly vanilla" to extremely
kinky. It took me a week to read them all. Boy, Were my eyes opened!
I had no idea how widespread the practice was, and in some cases,
how extreme.
What really surprised
me was how turned on I got. I went though a lot of wet panties.
I had no reason to wish any physical harm to my husband, yet the
thought of taking control over him, and humiliating him got me very
excited.
When Debbie came over
to pick up the books she asked me, "What are you prepared to do?
If you're really going to get into this, you've got to be committed."
As excited as I was
inside about the idea, my actions weren't quite up to my desires.
"OK, let's run a test,"
suggested Debbie. "You still have that husband of yours off sex?"
"Uh-umm," I nodded.
"Has he been playing
with himself?"
"I don't think so."
"When was the last time
you think he went over ten days without getting any."
I laughed, "I don't
know, third grade?"
"Do you still want to
get eaten out?"
"After my own abstinence
-- more than ever!"
"OK. So, here's what
you do..."
-=o=-
When Jason came home
from work that night, I met him at the door in one of my sexier
dresses. This was a far cry from the shirts, jeans and sneakers
I normally kept house in! I greeted him with a long passionate kiss,
and I could feel his cock spring to life even though his pants.
I led him over to the
couch where I had previously poured out a glass of wine for each
of us, and sat there leaning towards him, legs crossed towards him,
twirling a lock of my hair with a finger. Even this slight teasing
got me excited.
"Tell me about your
day, dear." I asked him.
He stammered on about
some of the mundane office goings-on and how the traffic was on
the freeway. I didn't really listen. I just looked him in the eye,
and licked my lips. Every bit of my body was broadcasting, "Take
me, I'm hot!"
When he finally wound
down, I asked him, "What were you doing in the bathroom the other
day?" He blushed immediately and started stammering again.
"Do you like playing
with yourself?"
"No."
"Don't lie to me, boy!"
I yelled at him, surprising even myself.
"Well, er, yes."
"What do think about
when you're doing it?" Debbie told me all the questions to ask.
"I think about having
sex", my husband said, and then added hastily, "with you."
"Mmmm," I mused, "Tell
me more, what are we doing in this fantasy of yours?"
I made him explain all
of his thoughts to me graphically. He was getting hornier and hornier
by the minute as he relived the experience. Debbie told me that
making him admit his fantasies would break him down.
I had to admit, I was
getting hot myself. Unlike my husband, however, I was able to keep
under control.
When I had heard enough,
I announced, "I bet you want to get it off now, don't you." He nodded
his head vigorously.
"Come, let's go to the
bedroom." He was on my heels like a puppy.
I sat on the bed and
said, "Take off your clothes. Slowly! I want you to put on a show
for me."
He obliged, getting
even redder than before. He was clearly in the grip of severe embarrassment.
How I was going to love this!
Once he was completely
naked in front of me he asked, "What about you, aren't you going
to get undressed?"
"Not just yet," I informed
him, "Turn around. I want to see all of you".
His eyes brightened
when I stood up and dropped my dress to reveal my slip and stockings.
I lifted my leg just high enough to show him that I wasn't wearing
panties underneath, and that I was wearing my garter belt.
His cock was rigid and
throbbing by this time.
"Before I allow you
to come," (how nice that word - allow - sounded), "You'll have to
do a few things for me. You do want to be allowed to come eventually,
don't you?"
Once again, the vigorous
nod.
"OK, then. Kneel down
in front of me and bow your head." He did as he was told, and I
threw my slip over his head. Using my hands, I guided it to where
I wanted it.
"You know what to do."
I told him.
"But honey," came the
muffled reply.
"No but honey's tonight,"
I sternly told him, `You've had your sex fun, now it's time for
me to have mine. If you don't put your tongue in there, you'll never
put anything else in there either. Now LICK!" Guilt! It worked just
like Debbie said it would.
Jason started licking
me, although with less relish than I'd like. Debbie suggested that
I punish inferior performance but Jason's reaction was enough. He
obviously thought that oral sex was a disgusting prospect (He didn't
even ask me to perform it on him). The idea that I was making him
do something he absolutely detested made up for his actual lack
of physical stimulation.
As I felt his tongue
in my pussy for the first time, I thought, "a game played mostly
in the head," is that how Debbie put it? Power, yes, I liked it.
I came, and I came hard. I liked it, and I almost lost control.
By the time I let Jason
up for air, his face was covered with my juices. I smiled down at
him, not so much from the humorous look of the slick juices on his
face, but from the knowledge of what I had done to him, and what
I had made him do, and where all of this would eventually lead.
-=o=-
"Now, get dressed,"
I ordered him. "You're taking me out to dinner." I allowed him a
quick shower while I changed my slip and got back into my dress.
All through dinner,
I kept sending him the come-on signals. I had no doubt that Jason
thought his punishment was over. Little did he know it was just
beginning!
By the time we got home,
Jason was all over me. I put on my sexiest nightgown kissed him
deeply, and rubbed my body against his. If I had let him in me just
then, he would have shot his load on the first stroke.
I rolled away from him,
smiled at him over my shoulder, said, "Good night," and turned off
the light.
"Aren't we going to
make love?" he asked.
"Why don't you make
love to your hand? You seem to like it better."
"It's not like that,"
he insisted.
"I don't care what it's
like. I'll tell you this. You touch yourself again, and I won't
have anything to do with you. Think about it, your hand or me. I
think I'm worth giving up your hobby for."
"OK, dear. I promise.
I won't play with myself again."
"That's not good enough,"
I was on a roll, and I wasn't going to stop, "I want it in writing."
"What!"
"In writing," I said
more emphatically, turning the light back on. "Get over to that
desk and take dictation." I bit off each word crisply. "There's
going to be some changes for the better around here. Better for
me, that is."
He got up and sat at
the desk.
I improvised as I went
along, "I, Jason, promise my wife, Anne, total fidelity." Jason's
pen made the appropriate scratches. "I will not look at another
woman. I will not go out with the boys unless she lets me. I will
stop masturbating as of this very moment and I will not touch myself
without Anne's permission. >From now on, Anne is in charge of my
sex life."
"Now wait a minute,"
he interrupted.
"Keep writing," I overruled.
"From now on, Anne is
in charge of my sex life. She will decide when and if I've earned
an orgasm. I will make it my priority to make sure her pleasure
comes first. I will do whatever she tells me to do, and if she is
not satisfied with my performance, she has the right to punish me
and withhold sex from me. I promise all these things on blah blah
blah -- OK, just date it and sign it."
Not very eloquent, but
to the point nonetheless.
He finished his task
and I inspected the results. I nodded slowly and grinned sexily.
"You can start tomorrow. It's Saturday, and I want breakfast in
bed. Then I have some chores for you to do."
He raised his finger
to object until I waved the paper in front of his face. "Don't push
it, bub! You're not getting any tonight. Misbehave, and you won't
get any for a long time. Now kiss me like a good little boy, turn
off the light and go to sleep."
I can't believe it.
I just lectured him like an errant 9-year old, and he accepted it!
Debbie was right again, a couple of balls full of semen will make
a man do just about anything for the mere promise of relief. I slept
like a baby thinking of the new phase of life Jason and I had just
started.
-=o=-
I woke up to the smell
of fresh brewed coffee. There stood Jason in his bathrobe with a
tray containing my breakfast. "Put the tray here," I said, indicating
my lap, "and drop the robe from now on whenever you are with me
in this room, you will wear no clothes except what I order you to
wear. Do you understand?"
"Yes, dear."
"That's another thing.
No more of this `dear' and `honey' stuff. >From now on I'm `Mistress'
in private, and "Madam" in public. Do you get that?"
"Yes, Mistress."
This was going better
than expected. Debbie told me that it would take several `training
sessions' before Jason would be calling me "Mistress".
I made Jason stand there
and watch me eat. I kept stealing peeks at his penis noting how
big and hard it was. He was accepting this. He was even getting
off on it. I noted inwardly, "Yes, this is going to work out after
all." I took my time and enjoyed my breakfast. When I was done,
I made sure Jason got his. I made him eat me out again, change the
bed linens and start the laundry while I got dressed. It was a nice
day so I threw on a blouse, shorts, and sneakers and said as I sauntered
by my husband, "I'm going over to Debbie's. There's a list of things
to do in the kitchen. I'll be back this afternoon, and this place
better look spotless."
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