Sisters

It's been a couple of months since you gave us your wonderful advice. We thought we would check back in with you and tell you how successful your advice has been.

First of all, I guess we should introduce ourselves. My sisters and I are collaborating on this letter. Actually they're sitting here watching me write it and reminding me to tell you some of the things I told them.

"B my name is Barbara and my husband's name is Bill we come from Buffalo" but we don't sell bananas. I've been with Bill since my grade school days and we were married 10 years ago. We have two wonderful children, a boy, 9 and a girl 6. I was happy to be "just a mom until" I found out about this female domination thing.

Arlene is my big sister. She's two years older than me and has been married to George for almost 13 years now. They have a two boys 10 and 8. She says to tell you thanks as well for helping her recognize her potential as a woman.

Peggy is our "baby" sister. She is three years younger than me. She and Daryl have been married for 9 years and she has two lovely daughters ages 8 and 6. Arlene and I remember the talks we had with her when we were girls. We thought we were so smart telling her about boys. Well it seems now she's the one who can teach us older girls a few things!

At first Arlene and I were afraid to try all the things you suggested in your letter. But saying "no" to the boys was simple enough. After all, they weren't exactly romantic when it came to sex. Foreplay was limited to getting into bed and asking, "You want to do it?" At first I begged him off with a "I'm sorry dear, I'm not in the mood for it," and then eventually this became a flat-out "no!"

I noticed the change. It took a couple of days, but Bill started to be a little more polite and actually took a shower BEFORE asking me for sex. He even shaved on a Saturday!

I put Bill off for two weeks and then I was ready to spring my trap. It started by sending the kids to grandma's house on a Friday afternoon. He got home to find the children gone and me on the couch, not dressed in jeans and sneakers like I normally was, but dressed in my sexiest nightgown. I could tell by the look on his face that he thought he was getting lucky that night.

I teased him throughout dinner and then we went to bed early where I caressed him and teased him and stroked his penis until it dripped. He was all for getting on top of me immediately when I pushed him back, kissed him on the forehead, and said, "Good Night."

He looked shocked. "Aren't we going to do it?" He asked.

"Do what?" I responded.

"Have …" here he stopped. He was going to say, "Have sex," but what came out was, "Make love?"

I put on my school teacher mode. "You want to make love with me?" I asked,

"Of course I do, honey."

"Then we are going to do it right."

"Anything you say." It was easy for him to say that at this point. Little did he know what "anything" involved.

I was able to get stern immediately, "OK," I told him, "If we make love it will be only under my conditions. You have to do what I tell you to do or you don't get any."

He nodded, but that wasn't enough for me.

I outright asked him, "Do you understand? Do you agree to do it my way?"

He said, "yes," but that still wasn't enough for me.

"Yes, what? I want to hear you say it. SAY IT!" I nearly barked.

"We will do it your way," he responded.

"Good boy," I said, patting him on the head like a dog.

I got up and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"My place is right here," I said spreading my legs. "Your place is right here," I said pointing to the floor in front of me, "on your knees."

"Aw honey," he started to say.

"I'm starting to get out of the mood," I responded. It was almost comical to watch him get up and run around the bed to hustle between my legs.

I know that Bill doesn't (make that didn't) like cunnilingus but I do. I deserve it, and I was going to get it. "Do a good job," I commanded him. This time I wasn't just going to lay there and let him go through the motions. The poor boy really didn't know what he was doing, and I was now brave enough to give him instructions on how to please me properly. I was not above correcting him when he made mistakes, "No, not that way. It's too rough. Suck on it some more. Put a little more tongue into it," But I also praised him when he did well.

Bill managed to bring me to a couple of good orgasms that night. When he came up for the last time I laughed at how wet his face was. I sent him off to the shower to clean up. When he came back, I was already under the covers, ready for sleep. He looked at me pleadingly. I smiled back at him, "You were a good boy. We'll discuss your reward after you make me breakfast tomorrow morning."

I smiled when I awoke and rolled over to find Bill's side of the bed empty. I could smell the coffee brewing and hear him clattering about the kitchen. I was just about ready to get up and go to the kitchen when he came in bearing me breakfast in bed!

I ate leisurely knowing the anticipation he was experiencing. I don't think I've ever seen him hold an erection that long, both time-wise and in apparent length. When I finished at last, I told him, "Clean up this mess and whatever mess you made in the kitchen and come back in here. We need to talk." I dismissed him with a wave of my hand.

When he came back in, I was in the easy chair with legs spread apart again. I simply pointed again to the floor in front of me and said, "I'll do all the talking. You can use your tongue for a more useful purpose. Let's see how well you learned your lessons last night." As he put his tongue to my clitoris I laughed, "As I tell all my students, practice makes perfect! You better get used to doing this. You'll be doing it a lot from now on."

As he was lapping me up I explained the new rules to him, "From now on, my sexual pleasure comes first. Once you have pleased me, then I'll allow you to have your pleasure. But I have to warn you, I find it very difficult to get in the mood after a whole day of house cleaning, shopping, laundry and all my other chores. The less of these I have to do, the more likely I will be in a mood to let you have pleasure. Do you understand?"

I guess it's difficult to argue with a person when you have your head between her legs because all he managed was a "um-humph" without breaking stride with his licking.

I allowed him to give me a couple of more orgasms. I never had so many in such a short time! Then I let him up.

I directed him to pull over a chair and sit in front of me. His penis was sticking up and pulsing with the beat of his heart. "When was the last time you came?" I asked him.

He just looked at me and mumbled something.

"You've been playing with yourself!" I yelled.

"But…"

"No buts!" I shot back. "From now on there will be no playing with yourself unless I order it. Do I have your promise on this?"

I guess he figured that I would take back … take back what? I hadn't promised him anything other than to talk about our new relationship. I chose my words carefully. I told him "IF we have sex" I never actually promised him sex. It was his dirty mind that thought we were going to actually have sex. He mumbled out a meek, "I promise."

"You promise what? I want to hear you say it and look at me when you say it"

He had a tough time meeting my eyes. I knew I had him. He stumbled over each word, "I promise not to play with myself."

I looked at him and rolled by hand and prompted, "Unless?"

"Unless you let me."

"No, you weren't listening. I said 'Unless I ORDER it.' Now repeat it from the beginning." If I sounded like I was addressing a recalcitrant student in my 3rd grade class, it was deliberate.

"I promise not to play with myself unless you order it," he finally said.

"That's a good boy," I chided, "Now spread those legs out and I will give you your reward.

I put the heels of my feet on his balls and pumped his penis back and forth using the balls of my feet occasionally grabbing the head with my toes. It didn't take me long to have him give up his sperm to me. I watched his penis gush and his face contort all at the same time. As I watched this I thought "How appropriate this is. Here is a man at his rightful place - at the feet of a woman."

"Let's clean up, First me. Lick your mess off my feet. Make sure you clean out between the toes."

When he was done, we took a shower together and he was hard again. The poor boy was still expecting something. "Make that thing go down." I ordered. I needed him flaccid for what came next.

"Aren't we," he started but then saw the stern look on my face and finished with, "I can't."

"You can, or I will make you." I punched him in the balls without warning. He went down. And when his body got up, his penis was down. By the time he caught his breath and looked at me I was holding a cock cage.

"What's that?" he asked even though I know he knew what it was.

"This is what is going to make sure that you keep your promise about not playing with yourself."

"But honey," he pleaded.

"I'm just making it easier on you. This way you won't be temped to disobey me."

And now when my sisters and I meet for drinks instead of clinking glasses and saying "Cheers", we clink our keys and greet each other with, "Sisters."

Mistress Veronica, this is just the beginning of our story. I'll write again soon. Maybe I can convince my sisters to write you too. I can't tell you how our get-togethers have changed. Actually, I can, but that's the topic for another letter.

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It's always exciting hearing about women seizing control of the household! You seem to be a real natural at this sort of thing and I'll be anxiously awaiting any further developments. You've crossed a rubicon of sorts and there can be no turning back now. You go, girl and by all means enlist your sisters in your newfound lifestyle.

Mistress Veronica