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Chapter
6
All of these techniques
helped me establish sexual anxiety and relief in Jason. Stimulating
a man and controlling his release was just an ends to a means --
sexual domination.
And it worked! By then
end of our third month of training, Jason became completely devoted
to me. Having him do the household chores was convenient (he always
did his share, and didn't consider it demeaning as such, it's just
that he now did my share as well). I really enjoy having him give
me backrubs and tending to my feet (he still considers kissing and
licking them to be humiliating). And I always enjoy the complements
I get from our friends about how much a gentleman he is when we
go out. Many of my girlfriends comment to me about how they wish
they had husbands or boyfriends who are so polite and considerate.
"How did you do it?" they ask. Sometimes, I'm brave enough to joke
about it. "You have to train them when they're young," If they only
knew! I see some recognition in the eyes of some women, but so far,
Debbie is the only one in whom I can confide. Usually, I stammer
something like, "I'm just lucky, I guess."
Best of all is the sex.
I allowed Jason to have intercourse on those few occasions when
I really felt in the mood for it, and when I thought he really deserved
it. He was so well trained to consider my needs first that I am
always totally satisfied.
It was about this time
that Jason and I established a bedtime routine. I wash up and brush
my teeth, get into my nightgown, and sit in a wing-back chair reading
a magazine or a book. This had been my routine ever since we got
married. One difference now is the types of magazines and books
I read. I no longer read books about kitchens and gardening. I've
borrowed a lot of Debbie's collection. She recommended a reading
list for me, and I've really enjoyed going through it. I now have
subscriptions of my own.
Another difference now
is that now Jason kneels before me, with his face in my crotch as
I spend my time leisurely reading my femdom publications. Debbie
gave me a tip to improve his performance. I tie a string around
his balls, and give it a sharp tug if he doesn't lick me properly.
Jason learned to be an accomplished cunlinginist in a short time.
Naturally, I gave Debbie
all the details of the `love sessions' Jason and I had. She suggested
that I take things in my stride, but that I gradually escalate my
discipline.
"You have to maintain
control at all times." she told me over coffee during one of our
many talks we had on the subject of the taming of Jason. "I think
you are ready to move into phase two."
"Phase two?" I asked
her.
"Yes. In phase one,
you rewarded Jason's good deeds with letting him come. In phase
two, you start punishing for bad behavior."
"Well, we certainly
don't have much of that." I confided to her. "Jason has been the
perfect gentleman."
"Nobody's perfect."
she replied. "Make something up. Don't settle for sloppy service.
If he's not on top of everything at every moment, take it out on
him."
"What do you mean by
`take it out on him'." I asked.
"Spank him!" she said
as if she couldn't believe I even asked the question. "Men and women
have been spanking one another since Adam and Eve. It's perfectly
natural, perfectly safe, and perfectly necessary."
"I don't want to hurt
Jason?" I complained.
"That's good. Some men
like pain. We won't know about Jason -- and yourself -- until we
get into a more advanced stage in his training. Pain is something
that can be added on later. The thing we're going for here is humiliation
and psychological control. Spanking provides that."
"Spanking is on the
extreme low end of the pain spectrum. It rarely ever really hurts,
and even then it's only temporary. The real value of spanking is
the humiliation. I bet Jason hasn't been over a woman's lap since
he was a little boy. He probably has ambivalent feelings about it.
I'm sure he loved his mom, but at that stage of his life, he was
dependent upon her. She controlled his life. In a sense, you are
taking her place as he regresses.
Spanking isn't something
a grown man is supposed to submit to. To surrender his body to you
is a leap of trust. You are woman. All of the world is telling him
that you are supposed to be his inferior. If that's so, how come
he's over your lap. These are the things that will be going through
his mind."
"What do I do?" I asked.
"Start out with a simple,
over-the-knee, hand spanking. It's really an erotically cozy and
intimate thing. You won't hurt him much, but you'll really assert
your authority over him. Later on, as you both become more comfortable
doing it, you can experiment with belts, hair brushes, and even
whips if it gets that far."
She laughed as she saw
my mouth drop. I was certainly a non- sophisticate when it came
to these things. "Listen to me! I sound like a mom instructing her
daughter how to bake cup cakes. This stuff seems so simple and so
natural to me, that I forget that other women don't do it as a routine."
I sat in awe of this
woman's knowledge and experience. I decided I'd try it.
-=o=-
I came home to see Jason's
ass looking up at me from the kitchen floor where he was on his
hands and knees scrubbing. I called to him, "Come in here! Stand
in front of me. Look at this mess," I said, sweeping my hand across
what, in my pre-domination days, I would have thought a perfectly
clean living room. Now I could see minor imperfections. A piece
of lint here, a slightly out-of-alignment picture there. "That doesn't
look right at all. We're going to do something about that right
now."
I spoke mainly to build
up my courage and to make Jason feel inferior. This was a big leap
for me, and I couldn't stand up to much resistance from Jason. I
needed him to give into me this first time, and then I knew I could
control him for life.
"You have to be more
careful," I told him. "You have to pay attention to detail. I don't
want Debbie or my other friends thinking we live in a sloppy house."
I was being totally unreasonable, but Jason took it all in meek
submissiveness until I suggested corporal punishment.
"I think you need to
be taught a lesson. Get over here and get over my lap. I'm going
to give you a spanking to teach you to be more careful."
"Anne!" he said.
"Anne?" I yelled back
at him. "You are to call me mistress. That's two lessons I have
to teach you."
"I'm not going to let
you spank me." he hissed, and then belatedly added, "mistress."
"Oh yes you are." I
said. "Do you want sex?"
"Of course I do, mistress."
The title came more naturally then.
"Well, think about it.
We've been in our `special arrangement' for a couple of months now.
Right?" He nodded a "yes."
"And in that time, since
I've taken charge of your sex life, you've had fewer ejaculations."
Again a nod.
"And they've been better
ejaculations, haven't they."
He looked at his toes
and admitted, "Yes, mistress."
"Ejaculations are more
fun -- sex is more fun -- when I control your lusty urges. You can't
do it right unless I tell you or show you how to do it. You need
my dominance -- my control -- to have good sex. AM I RIGHT?"
His eyes remained riveted
on the floor as he muttered, "Yes mistress."
"So there you have it.
You don't have to come and get your spanking. We can stop these
games right now and go back to the way it used to be. We can also
stop something else. Do you remember that first time I made you
go all week without relief?"
Emphatically, "Yes,
mistress."
"Well, how would you
like to make it a month, or a year, or a lifetime?" The question
was rhetorical, I didn't expect and answer.
Jason crossed the room
to the seat on which I was sitting and lay over my lap. He surrendered!
I spanked him until his ass was good and pink, and my own hand felt
puffy and tingly itself. That wasn't the only thing that puffy and
felt tingly. I had Jason finish me off with his tongue on the spot.
Debbie never told me
how much fun this part would be. Looking at Jason's drooling erection,
I was sure he found it exciting too. I found an excuse to spank
Jason every other day.
By the end of the month
we modified our life style even more. Jason's schedule looked like
housework every weekend, spanking every other day, and cunt lapping
every night. It was something I couldn't even dream about the day
I walked in on him, but I found that I wanted more. Debbie warned
me that this stuff was addictive, but I only half believed her until
I started hearing some of my own demands.
I don't think it would
have been as much fun for me if Jason didn't get off on it too.
I know that he really didn't take my treats seriously. He could
have terminated the arrangement at any time. Instead, he hung in
there. Everything I did to him or had him do for me was something
he wanted to do deep down inside. He might have thought that he
was being `forced' to do it, but no force, treats (real threats,
that is) or coercion was used. He never once used our `stop' signal,
and we discussed a lot of what we did before we did it. What really
convinced me that he enjoyed my dominance is that he almost always
had an erection every time we did something.
Jason was faced with
a simple decision: FemDom or Freedom. As I sit here at my terminal,
Jason under the table on his knees in front of me, his head in between
my legs, his mouth against my pussy, his tongue where I love it
most, I know he made the right choice.
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