The Reluctant SpouseDominatrix WifeSubmitted by: DuncanMax
A Story of a Real Life Lifestyle FemDom Marriage
My name is Karen. I am both Wife and Mistress to my husband, Carl. As a younger woman, I could never have imagined that eighteen years into marriage my husband would worship and adore me like a sex goddess. Nor could I have believed that a wife who physically punished and verbally humiliated her husband could still be a kind and decent person. At first I was reluctant, but gradually, I came to accept myself as his loving dominatrix and the final authority of our marriage.
This is my story...
The Old Argument
Dinner was like any other. The food typical, basic small talk, "how was your day?", that sort of thing. Perfectly normal. And quiet. The silence stood like a wall between them.
"What?" I asked curtly, responding to what seemed to be an accusation.
"Nothing," Carl replied, shaking his head.
"It's about the sex thing again isn't it?" I asked. Carl stared into the distance. His body grew rigid, and for a moment I thought I could feel ogres and demons, fatally deadlocked, inside his head. Outside he seemed almost indifferent, but I could tell he was fuming inside.
"Yes... ," he said and started to say something else. He seemed to gag on the words like glob of mucus accidentally dislodged by a cough then reluctantly forced back down the throat.
"You always do this to me," I said. "You're angry and depressed for weeks. Then you start saying how we don't have enough sex, and when I point out that it was less than a week ago, that's not good enough because its not the right kind of sex for you."
"Karen, I really don't want to argue."
"Why does it always have to be an argument? Why can't you just talk about sex without blaming me?"
"Because we have talked about it and nothing changes!" He whined, just like a child, "I have to throw a fit before you'll take my sexual needs seriously and then it only lasts for a little while, because you're only doing it out of guilt."
"I am not."
"You don't want me."
I tried to sound caring. "That's not true, Carl. I think about you a lot."
"Maybe, but you don't do anything about it."
That peeved me. "That's not true either! Lately, I've been the one initiating sex. I mean, for crying out loud, Carl, what do you want from me?"
He signed in resignation. "You know what I want," he said.
"No, I don't. You get angry and just clam up like you're doing right now." Carl stared at his plate. "Fine. Don't tell me," I said and we sat in silence over their dinners, taking measured bites and avoiding each others eyes. Minutes seemed like hours.
Carl shifted in his chair. In a barely audible tone he stammered, "Okay,... alright,... .I'm sorry... it's just... you know how I've been trying to get you to... you know... "
"No. I don't know. If you can't even tell me then I don't know how you can expect... "
"For Pete's sake, Karen, can't you see how hard this is for me," he snapped. Then caught himself and resumed in an reflective tone, "I'm sorry. I'm really trying here. Remember when I asked you to... " He took a deep breath. "I want you to dominate me."
There it was again. His 'Female Domination' fantasy just never seems to go away. "I've done all those things." I said, "I've tied you up. I spanked you. I just don't understand what more you expect from me."
"I know but... it's just that I can tell that you're not into it."
"That shouldn't surprise you. It would be a lot easier for me to learn if you could just ask for what you really want," I said.
"But I have!" Carl insisted.
"Maybe you think you have," I replied, "but not really. One time you asked me to humiliate you and call you names, but when I asked you what you wanted me to call you, all you could do is lie there speechless!"
"That' because it's not exciting to me if you just play it back like a record... "
"Alright then tell me how I'm supposed to learn this stuff if you won't help me?" I asked
"What about all those S & M sex manuals I bought you? Besides, I've asked you to be mean and act like a bitch, and you just can't seem to do it, even though that's what I really want... a real dominatrix."
At this point, all my energy was devoted to holding in my anger, "Well, it seems to me that you'd rather have a fantasy woman than than the real me. Believe me, Carl, I do want you to be happy, but I can't have you lay it all on me. Have you been taking your medicine?"
Carl's lips pursed and I saw his body go rigid. "So that's it. It's all my problem. Everything's fine, except that I'm sick, because no one in their right mind... " he paused for a minute, "You see, this is what I'm afraid of... my sexuality is just a mental illness to you. All I'm doing is reaching out to you about something very personal and difficult for me and it just seems like you can't accept me. You dismiss whatever I don't fit your idea of normal and the minute I start to talk about sex, you stop listening. I think you hate who I really am!"
"I do not!"
"Yes you do, Karen! And I can't take it anymore." Carl shook his head, "This ALWAYS happens. I try to rationally discuss my sexual needs but you resist and it goes nowhere. It only makes things worse and I know it. I know it,... but I can't stop myself because I feel so weak and helpless and needy that I start to hate myself too. You just don't understand how frustrated and angry I am. The only way I can get your attention is to have a fit until you try something different. But it never lasts, Karen. It never lasts"
"You're twisting things around again," I said. "Besides, this is going nowhere. Let's just plan a special night for Saturday... okay?"
"But that won't?... Alright, alright... I'm sorry. I'm sorry I brought it up. Saturday would be great." Carl sighed.
"That's all you had to do," I said with as much sympathy as I could muster. "You just had to ask. Why is that so hard for you?"
A Visit from the Muse
Forgive the cliche, but that night, I had the strangest dream. I was in my childhood bedroom and I was crying. A little girl came and handed me a lace-lined hankerchief. When I looked up to thank her, a beautiful woman, with large child-like eyes and the worn leathery hands of a crone, was standing there. Throughout the dream her form shifted. Sometimes she seemed ancient, older than eternity plus one day. The next minute her gestures glided and turned with the grace of a youthful ballet dancer. An evening gown followed her shapely outline. Its true color and texture eluded me. At times the fabric fell away like the pit of night, then just as suddenly it gave off hard reflections like polished white enamal. In my surprise, I was both soothed by and terrified of her. Then she blew it. "Be not afraid." she said.
You've got to be kidding, I thought to myself. "Who are you?" I asked.
"I am the Muse." was her self-important reply.
"The Muse? But why?... "
"I came to tell you that Carl has been reading pornography."
Well, you're a little late," I said. "I've known that for a long time. And besides, shouldn't you be the one inspiring him with better ways to spend his time... " In that form of logic that is unique to dreams, we were suddenly seated together at my dining room table, as if the muse were a good friend come to visit."
"Hey, that's not fair," said the Muse, "I'm just trying to help here! Your husband is blessed with both a sensitive spirit and with an insatiable longing. That's what makes him an artist. He's driven to create things of great beauty. And I... I am the Vision," the Muse held a pose for a second and gave Karen a sideways look, "the Vision... that guides such men to the greatness within them."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, so he's special," I said, "As far as I'm concerned that just makes it worse. He should know better than to look at trash."
The Muse squared off and put her hands on her hips. "Listen Karen, this is serious stuff. Depression is in both the body AND the soul. Carl needs more than just drugs. He needs a certain kind of woman to heal a pain in his heart."
"Then it's true!" I cried, "He doesn't want ME anymore!"
"Oh! stop being so dramatic," said the Muse, "He wants YOU more than ever... ."
"Sure, he wants me... but only if I'm wearing a leather corset and threatening him with a riding crop!"
"Leather does look good on you."
"You think?!" I asked. Then I remembered what kind of leather she meant. "That's gross."
"All I'm saying is that he's just trying to get something from pornography that he's not getting from you."
"Trust me," I said, "he does NOT like it when I act mean and bitchy."
"Nurturing, Karen. He needs nurturing."
"And hitting his bare ass with the back of my hairbrush is 'nurturing'."
"I can explain... " she said.
This ought to be good, I thought. "Okay. I'm listening."
"I'm the Muse... "
"I got that already."
"Are you through being a smart ass?" said the Muse, "I thought you wanted to understand why your husband fantasizes about being dominated by a woman?" I shook my head and signaled the Muse to continue. "As the Muse, I am the Form of all Women, and you my dear, are simply one manifestation of that Form, just like his mother was when he was little."
"I already knew he had 'mother issues'. But it's not like he's trying to relive his childhood. I mean, why would he want me to spank him? Neither of his parents hit him."
"That's exactly my point. Good parenting requires both a carrot... and a stick. Not correcting a child for being bad is a way of withholding love. Discipline is an an important form of nurturing that Carl never got. He craves the discipline of a powerful woman who loves him, because that is what he missed out on as a child. What he needs is a Loving Female Authority. And he wants it to be you, Karen. He won't be happy until you accept his submission."
"Submission?!? I don't want a submissive husband. I want him to be a real man, one that will stand up for himself."
"Hey, I understand all that. I am the Muse aren't I? My JOB is inspiring men to acts of greatness. Women hear the work 'submission' and they think 'weak' and 'dependant', because that's what submissive women are like. But submission in a man is a good thing. To a submissive man,it means commitment, loyalty, and devoted service to someone he admires and respects. He's already trying to be your hero, but can only do that if you start to rule over him like a Queen. He craves your discipline and expects you to demand increasingly difficult acts of obedience. Your dominance is an act of love to him. Only you can be his Goddess."
"But I just want a NORMAL marriage!" I said.
"Look, Karen," said the Muse, "even a nice wholesome girl like you exerts more influence over your husband than you know. And I can tell you, that a man with strong submissive feelings may fear the power his wife has over him, but he longs for her to use it. He enjoys being sexually controlled and manipulated. Being 'pussy whipped' isn't a joke. It's serious to a man like Carl."
"It just bothers me that he keeps his feelings from me all the time. There's so much he's hiding from me. I mean, what don't I know."
The Muse smirked,"These one way to find out... "
"How's that?" I asked.
"You could MAKE him tell you," she said, "all you need is a credible threat."
Even if it was just a crazy dream, I decided to follow the Muse's advice. I tried to learn at least the basics about Female Domination to prepare myself for whatever Carl might reveal. My Internet searches kept bringing back obvious porn sites, just smut with no real information. It seemed hopeless, until I was found a handful of half-way credible sites with helpful articles. From those I printed out the the following definitions:
Lifestyle FemDom: A relationship based on the unequal distribution of power, between an always dominant female and a submissive man who's role is to serve and obey her. In a female-led marriage, the husband accepts his wife as the head of the house and final decision-maker. As part of Lifestyle Femdom, the woman encourages her mate's submission by exerting sexual power over him and reinforces her authority with both strict physical discipline and intense verbal humiliation.
Dominant Female: A woman who knows what she wants and is not afraid to ask for it. She knows that she is wiser than and has better judgment than her man. A dominant female believes that it is natural and right for a man to sacrificially serve her and provide for her comfort and well being. She openly delights in the sensual pleasures of being a woman and her ability to captivate and arouse her mate. A dominant female manages her household affairs from a superior position and demands that her mate honor her leadership and subject himself to her will.
Mistress: As the status of women improved in the early fifteenth century, the term Mistress was commonly used to designate women of superior rank and literally meant "female teacher, a woman who has authority over servants". Only later did it come to mean "the kept woman of a married man" which is why some women prefer not to be called a Mistress by their husbands. Nevertheless, the real meaning of the word "Mistress", as "a woman of authority", remains the appropriate form of address for a submissive man to use with his dominant wife. Submissive male: A man who submits to the sexual power of his Mistress, a dominant female. He loves and cherishes his Mistress with such intensity that he can only truly be happy while serving her with adoration and devotion. He considers his wife not only his Mistress, but also a Goddess and takes pleasure in treating her like one. The outward appearance of a submissive man is that of a perfect gentleman and he stands-up to the outside world with character and conviction. Privately, though, he delights in recieving pain and humiliation from his wife/Mistress.
Orgasm Denial: Orgasm denial is when a dominant female regulates the timing, frequency, and quality of a submissive man's orgasms and exercises complete control over his sexuality. The submiisive man is kept in an on-going state of sexual frustration while the dominant female enjoys orgasms and sexual pleasure as often as she desires. Submissive men love being denied while supplying his superior wife with orgasmic and sensual pleasure as often as she likes. A female-led relationship is more enjoyable for a man and more effective for a woman if the husband is denied frequent orgasms and often left sexually frustrated.
Enforced Male Chastity: A form of orgasm denial using chastity device that prevents the submissive man's penis from becoming fully erect, thereby making orgasm impossible. His dominant female holds the key. Male chastity devices, such as the CB-3000 are sized to fit comfortably over a man's flaccid penis, while still allowing normal urination and hygiene. Modern male chastity devices are designed to be worn continuously for extended periods of time and remain unnoticable under normal clothing. The CB-3000 is manufactured entirely from plastic and can pass undetected through airport metal detectors.
At first I was overwhelmed. I thought I knew alot about sex, but I had no idea that half of this stuff existed, much less that my otherwise conservative husband would find these kinds of things exciting. I kept hoping that some of the stuff I saw would be too extreme, even for Carl! I couldn't imagine real life female domination working, but I decided to keep an open mind. I needed to know what was really going on inside my husband's head. I devised a plan using the 'credible threat' to that would motivate Carl to tell me.
No More Secrets, No More Lies
Following dinner, Carl was visibly shaking with nervous excitement. As for me, I assumed a business-like attitude to steel myself against whatever dark secrets Carl would reveal. No matter how shocking, no matter how disturbing or disgusting, I knew it was important to remain non-judgmental.
I sat at the far end of the sofa, turned slightly toward my eager husband. "Okay, are you ready to begin," I asked.
"I've been ready." he said.
"Then like I promised,I going to give you a sample of real 'Female Domination' but it might not be anything like your fantasy. Do you still want me to be your dominatrix?"
"You know I do." I could not believe how eager he was. Oh well, I thought, he asked for it.
"I'm not sure how to do this, so you're going to teach me, okay?"
"I'll tell you everything you want to know?" he said.
"That's good," I said, "because I'm tired of the way you keep secrets from me, strange charges on our credit card statements, accidentally finding sex toys you've hidden, God knows what else you've been up too. When I ask you what's going on all I get are lies and half-truths. If I'm ever going to be able to trust you again, then you have to start being open with me about sex. Okay?"
"I agree completely." he answered. I couldn't tell if this was actually arousing to him or if his hard-on was just a left-over from his earlier excitement. I guess time would tell.
"First, I want to know everything you've been hiding from me, Carl. I want it all and I want it tonight." Carl seemed a little scared. "What I'm saying to you is this: I'll dominate you. Not just tonight and not all the time, but often. On one condition. You have give up pornography and promise to stop buying it. So I want all the sex toys, erotic videos, downloaded images,dirty stories, magazines and sex manuals you own layed out in a pile. If you want your fantasies to come true, then I have to know all of them and how deep they really go. I can't promise that I'll live up to your fantasies, but I'll at least stay open to everything your perverted mind can imagine. One thing I won't do though, is compete with your fantasies, so after tonight if I ever find so much as a dirty poem on the back of napkin, then its back to regular sex for good, because the regular way's always been just fine with me. Got it?"
"Yes, Karen." he said.
"That's not good enough, Carl." I said, "This is for real and it's a one time offer. I want you to look me in the eyes and make me a promise."
He looked up and held my gaze. "I'm sorry for the things I've kept hidden from you, Karen. There's no excuse for all the time and money I wasted on pornography and sex toys. I promise to show you everything and to never acquire anything new for sex without your enthusiastic approval, knowing that I don't live up to my word, you won't ever try dominating me again."
"That's right." I said, impressed by the sincerity of his confession. His promise felt like a rare display of manliness, expressing his conviction to rise up to his better self. His standing in his shame truthfully allowed me to see the strength of his character. Maybe it was true. Maybe being submissive did affect men differently. In a solemn tone told him that I accepted his promise, then half-jokingly added, "I think twenty minutes should be enough time. Go on,... go get your smut. I'll be waiting right here for you." With that he was off and running all over the house to the many places he kept things hidden. The resulting pile was smaller than I expected. Apparently, Carl didn't have any of the typical porn: no DVD's or videos, no girly magazines or dirty novels. He had a book on 'Female Superiority", whatever that was. Most of his private collection, though, he kept in large three-ring binder. There were non-fiction how-to articles about about various sexual activities, many of which were new to me. Other seemed like transcripts from an advice column - letters from submissive men asking how they should approach their vanilla wives and newly dominant women asking for advice. He also had three or four CD's of things he's downloaded: amateur erotic stories about female domination, cartoons of busty, bitchy women abusing helpless men. Lastly he showed me what he called 'captioned images', otherwise normal snapshots with taunts directed at the viewer inserted over pictures of arrogant women.
Even though it was hard for me, I made him explain everything to me. What made each picture arousing? Who in the story did he identify with and why? Was this activity just a fantasy or something he wanted to do and how badly did he want to do it? I had him explain how he thought the complicated stuff would actually work in real life.
What had I gotten myself into? Fortunately, I was able to keep my cool. I told myself that whether I liked it or not, kinky sex was part of Carl's mental landscape and that it was better for me to know about it than to pretend it didn't exist.
As for the sex toys, I was surprised that there were only two. I was puzzled by a small strangely shaped dildo. "And where does this go?" I asked.
"It's a prostate massager." he said as if I was supposed to know what that meant."
"So it's for you, huh?" I said as I examined the dildo's bumps and curves. "Just how do you use this thing?"
"It goes up the butt and it's shaped so that as it moves it puts pressure on the prostate gland and causes me to ejaculate without actually having an orgasm. "You can ejaculate without having an orgasm?"
"With that I don't even need a hard-on to come." he said with delight. "Why in the world would you want a sex toy that makes you come without an orgasm.
"I like to imagine that you're using it on me. It's part of my orgasm denial fantasy. And it still feels good, just not orgasm."
"And you want that?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said softly, "I've been wanting that for years."
"Okayyyyy... " I said in disbelief. "Then I guess that other thing really is what I think it is?"
Carl lifted up the clear plastic contraption that I was referring to. "You know what this is?" he asked with surprise.
"It's a chastity device, isn't it?" I said in calm recognition.
"That's right! the CB-3000." he said with delight.
"This ought to be good," I said. "Why do you even own a chastity device? If you have the key, you can take it off whenever you want?"
"Actually, I've been wearing it for practice, you know,... to get used to it, before deciding if I should give you the keys. I've been meaning to show you for a long time but I keep chickening out."
"And how long have you been wearing that thing and why didn't I know?"
"Well it is designed to be discrete, you know, and I've been wearing it off and on for the last month without you even noticing. Heck, I've even been wearing it to bed at night."
"How much do those things cost?" I saw the blood drain from his face. Fear made him hesitate.
"About $160 dollars," he said, "a little more with shipping and handling."
"What!" I couldn't help but raise my voice in anger, "I'm scrimping and all worried about money, meanwhile you're off spending serious coin on sex toys!"
"It was a Christmas gift," he justified, "to myself... from the money I earned when I sold one of my paintings."
I crossed my arms, reflecting on this, this purchase of his. "Put it on," I said.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Damn right I'm sure! We can't afford to throw away that kind of money. You bought it to wear. So you're going to wear it. Take off your clothes and put it on."
Once he saw how serious I was, he was was butt naked and racing to assemble the gadget around his penis before it became erect. By the time he got all the rings, and spacers in place, and his shaft tucked into the clear plastic tube, he actually had to force the thing shut against the pressure of his growing erection. The thing looked like it was going to burst!
"Does it hurt?" I asked with genuine concern.
"A little bit," he said, "... but in a good way. I do like wearing it," he added after which he stood in silence, waiting for me to say something. Reading about 'enforced male chastity' was one thing, but seeing your husband standing naked, with his dick trapped inside the hard, unyielding plastic of the CB-3000 was strange to say the least. I tried to remember the right taunts from his stories, but drew a blank. My brain doesn't come up things just to be mean. Then I noticed that he was still holding the small brass lock in his hand and just like that, I knew exactly what he wanted to hear.
"Let me see the lock" No sooner did he pass it to me than I started to put through the locking pin and fastened it with a decisive 'click'. "Give me the keys." I said. He was either shocked by the thrill or scared of what I might do. My guess is that he was both, because after the initial hesitation he instantly located the keys and dropped them into my open palm."
"So what's the longest you've worn that thing continuously?"
"About a week?"
"Really!" I said. I imagined him putting it on for a couple of hours at most.
"But don't you get excited by it and then want to take it off so you can... you know... play with yourself."
"It turns me on alright, but I arrange it so I can't take it off. I leave the keys at home when I go in to the office or go away for a business trip," he laughed. "I actually get work done in the hotel rooms now."
"Wow," I said, not knowing exactly what I should think. "Then I guess it won't hurt you to keep in on for a couple of days while try to sort out my feelings. About that... and everything else." I pointed at the rest of the obscene material, "All your little fantasies are mine now. You know, I'll probably throw most of it away?" Not knowing what else to do, I drew on my experience as a teacher, "This week I want you to put all the energy you used to waste on smut to better use. You're going to write me a story about us, the real us. Make it as if your female domination fantasies were true. I'd like to know how you imagine it working. Remember, it has to be REAL. You need to show me that our everyday life will still go on normally, complete with bills and us holding down regular jobs: no dungeons in the basement or doing yardwork in chains. And it has to stay our private thing: no other people, no friends or family. My character should reflect the kind of dominatrix you could actually see me being given my personality. The things we do should only be things you really want to do for sure. Think very carefully before you put something in your story that you might regret later." And with that, I told him I didn't think it would be a good idea if we made love that night. I was too creeped out. Still, he needed to know that even though I was disgusted, I still loved him and that night in bed, I held him until he fell asleep with his CB-3000 firmly in place. This was his heaven. As for me, I had yet to figure out what all this meant for our marriage. And what was in all this kinky stuff for ME?
Friday came early, or so it seemed. I had a lot on my mind. Carl seemed happy, but otherwise the week passed normally. When he came home from the office, I met him at the door with a concerned look on my face,"I'm not sure this is going to work, Carl?" Fresh from the evening commute, he hadn't even set his bag down yet.
"What are you talking about?"
"The whole female domination thing," I said, "I'm not sure I can just turn it on and off. I've never been a very good actress. It doesn't feel comfortable to me."
"I understand," Carl said with resignation. "I'm disappointed that I won't get my fantasy, but I have to respect the fact that the sex has to feel right to BOTH of us."
"Who said you won't get your fantasy?" I smirked and walked away, "Come on. let's make dinner."
We made dinner together as usual, but throughout the meal Carl made sure that everything was to my liking, fetching extra seasonings from the kitchen and refilling my wine glass. Afterwards, he insisted that I relax on the couch and finish my wine while he cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. Normally, I would have objected, except now I was literally holding the keys to his penis. I decided to let him dote over my comfort. Serves him right, I thought.
Well into an indulgent shoulder massage, I purred and acted like I was relaxed, even though I was still mentally rehearsing the lines I wanted to use. I asked him if he wanted to continue upstairs, our signal to initiate romance. "That would be great," Carl said to which I quickly replied, "Then I want you naked and kneeling at the foot of the bed. You have five minutes. Go!"
It only took him a few seconds to race upstairs and get ready. I took my time and let him wait on the floor while I rummaged through the closet, undressing in front of him and then dressing up again, slowly. Decked out in a red satin nightshirt, I silently circled him, once, twice,... I started the third... then stopped, as though I was surprised to see that he was still wearing the CB-3000. "Did you enjoy wearing your little 'penis prison'?" I asked mischieviously. When he said yes, I gave it a little kick. "What they say is true," I commented, "I really can't tell when it's on. I completely forgot you were wearing it, which goes to show how unimportant that little organ of yours is to me," (a line I stole from one of his erotic stories). Even if it wasn't true, he clearly wanted me to talk dirty. "In all the time you've worn it, has anyone ever noticed?"
"Only once," he explained. "while I was stretching to put my travel bag in an airplane's overhead compartment, I caught an attractive woman, already seated in my row, checking me out. I think she was impressed by the bulge, because she was VERY friendly... until she noticed my wedding band, of course."
I started to crack up. "If she only knew... " I laughed and shook my head and draping myself provocatively across the bed and leaving Carl on the floor looking up at me. "Did you finish your writing assignment?" I asked.
"I did. It's in my case."
"Good. Tomorrow morning you can leave it on my desk. But since I haven't read it yet, I don't know what you expect me to do with you tonight," I teased, "so you'll just have to stay locked up until I'm finished reading your story, won't I?" Carl groaned and I continued mocking him, "But I don't see why I should have to suffer, just because of your orgasm denial fantasy, so after you're done giving me a nice long back massage you're just going to have to do the best you can with your tongue and your fingers, won't you."
"But we could still do it... I mean, you could release me... "
"No, I can't."
"But why not?" he pleaded.
"Because it's clear to me that chastity figures very prominently in your fantasies, so I've decided that this month you only get one ejaculation. It could be at the end of the month or it could be next week, but it's definitely NOT going to be tonight."
"Hold on a minute... " he started.
"Sorry, Carl, I've already decided and that's the other thing I wanted to tell you. You can't ever forget that this was all your idea. Never! You were the one who came to me and said you wanted a dominatrix wife. I didn't ask for this. I can take it or leave it, but I've decided to be open minded. I'm willing to dominate you, but only so long as I'm certain it makes you happy. So I'm running an experiment. For one month, I'm going to do my very best act out the 'real us' story you wrote. If you complain or resist any of the things you described, then that will be the end of it. It's back to the normal way and I'll never take your fantasies seriously again. Now I want you to repeat that back to me to make sure you understand."
He understood, alright. It worked. His biggest fear was that I'd stop dominating him, and to him that was a credible threat. Eventually I found that all it took to break down his resistance was giving him the choice between going back to vanilla sex for good or doing whatever unpleasant thing I wanted him to do. He always chose to obey. It was my 'ace in the hole.
That night though, after he agreed to the one month test, I got off the bed and walked over to him. He was visibly shaking with excitement. I lazily straddled his knees so the crotch of my panties was directly in his face. With a low whisper I cast my spell.
"Thanks to you, Carl, I've learned quite a bit about Female Domination. But I have to tell you, I can't do it if you expect me to a good wife all day and a bitch Goddess at night. That's what I meant earlier when I said I can't just turn it off and on. Then again, you're not looking for bedroom games are you, Carl? You want a... what's the term?... 'Loving Female Authority', that it. I do love you. And I am a female. All I have to do now is exert my authority, isn't that right? Be the dominant partner ALL the time. I know you want it, but I'm not sure if I do." Then I did something unexpectedly brazen. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face tight against the fabric of my panties. "You want it to be REAL, don't you, Carl? You want a LIFESTYLE. Don't you?"
"Oh, God, yes." came his muffled reply.
Holding his head between my legs I continued, "Then you must know that when submissive man asks his wife for REAL female domination, he wants his wife to rule over him. He WANTS to serve and obey her like a Queen. But what if I ask you to do something you don't WANT? Have you thought about that? Do you really think you're ready to submit to my authority at all times, even when you disagree?
He took a deep breath. He answered slowly, like he was hypnotized by my scent. "Yes, Karen, I'm ready."
"Do you really and truly think you could accept my directions without complaint? If I tell you do something I'll expect it to get done without having to remind you. I'm not talking about fantasy stuff either, Carl. I mean the everyday chores that need to be done?"
"I can do it, Karen. I know I can."
"And are you fully aware that I will reinforce my authority with regular physical discipline and punish you harshly for even the slightest act of defiance or disobedience? We aren't talking pleasure spankings here. Punishments will be severe and you won't look forward to them."
"I would expect it." he said.
"Good. Now the the kinky stuff. In all your porn the dominant wives humiliate their husband's by ridiculing the size of their penises and their husbands have to eat their own semen. They wear strap-on dildoes fuck their men up the ass just to keep them in their place. Would you like being treated that way? Are you actually asking me to humiliate you and make you take it up the ass? Make sure, you're sure before you answer."
"Yes, Karen, because that's what I need to be happy. I need to be humiliated by you. Please, I need you to fuck me."
"Okay, but let's get one thing straight. I won't have a wimp for a husband. Even though you're submissive to me, I expect you to go out into the world as my hero: strong, confident, and assertive. Think you can still do that?"
"As for that, that CB-3000 thing you're wearing, I understand that it can be worn all the time without any health problems. If I controlled your penis, I could control you, couldn't I? I could deny you orgasms for weeks... maybe even months on end? I bet you even want me to tease you without mercy while you're locked away, huh? Now, if that's what you truly want, if that's the kind of life you want, I need to hear you say it?"
"My god, Karen, that is... I don't know what to say... Yes! Please, yes, keep me in chastity. Make me wear a CB-3000. Make me long for release. I want you to use that power to drive me into submission to you so that I can be more of the man I need to be. Please, Karen, I want you to control and ration my orgasms. That's what I really want."
I released his head so I could look down at him. "Okay, I guess you really do want this. Now you have to understand I'm not going to dominate you all the time, but I will always be the dominant partner, got it? If I want regular sex with a tender and assertive lover, then you're going to be a tender and assertive lover just like you've always been in the past, even if you're not allowed to orgasm." I paused to catch my breath. "So let's make it official... I want you to look deep into my eyes... .Carl, I am your wife and I love you more than anything in the world. Do you want me to be both your wife and your Mistress?"
"Karen, I want serve and obey you as a Goddess for the rest of my life. I want you to be my Mistress."
I had assembled a little speech for this moment with text from my Internet research, stuff I knew would excite him. I expected to feel insincere, but when I looked into his eyes I saw a purity of love and admiration for me that I hadn't seen in him since we were first married. Somehow what I was about to say really did reflect how I felt at that moment.
"Carl," I said,"I know that you have searched your entire life to find your rightful place, which is to be in complete submission to a woman. Your search is now over. I am here and I am here to stay. We ARE going to do this and it will be ALL or NOTHING. I want you to surrender everything to me: your mind, your body, your time, your skill, everything you are and everything you ever will be. We both know this is what you want. Even if you could fight it you know your desire would only return stronger. Your only choice is to accept my authority over you. But... " I paused, "you came to me with your desire, begging me to make your fantasies real. So you need to tell me, just to make it absolutely clear that I'm not forcing you to do anything. Tell me you want to be dominated. Tell me you will obey, without argument or complaint. Tell me now!"
After that I had raise my voice just so he could hear me over his own pleading. I've never seen him want anything so much in his life!
"Then it's settled," I said, "Starting tonight, I OWN your penis and your orgasms will be few and rare. Pleasure is still my the natural birthright as a woman and your purpose in life from now on will be to give it to me whenever and in whatever form I want it. Now come up here next to me," I said. I sat up against the headboard. "Take off my, panties, Carl." That was quick, I thought. I spread my legs wide in an uncharacteristic display of sexuality and pulled the lips of my vagina apart as he stared in awe.
"Take a good look at my Pussy, Carl." His penis throbbed inside its plastic confinement. "I want you to repeat after me. 'This Pussy belongs to Mistress Karen. My Mistress controls me with this Pussy.' Memorize those words," I said, "because you will recite them anytime I need to remind you of my authority. Now I want to hear you say them on your own and when you're finished you may demonstrate your gratitude by orally worshipping my pussy. Welcome to your new life, Carl."
Life in the REAL World
Two days into it, my husband started to annoy me. I put a stop to the "Yes, M'me" crap right away. At the dinner table, he helped out, but I made it clear that I didn't want him trying to do everything. Sure I like to be pampered, but he was going overboard with the submissive attitude. We both have better things to do than housework and I really don't want him doing all the chores.
Eventually, I had to get serious and threaten to not let him orgasm at all this month if he didn't start acting normal. After that, he shaped up and the only change I noticed is that he actually listened to me when I asked him to do something. Until I started taking about the bathroom remodeling, that is. Our bathroom is a dump and I've been wanting to fix it up for years. Carl would never let me hire a contractor and always said that it would cost too much money. Then he'd say that he could do it himself with a little help from Home Depot. In actuality, he thought the bathroom was fine the way it was. Anytime I tried to talk about it, he would make a fuss and nothing would get done. That's how he got his way.
When I brought it up again, I wasn't even thinking about my new role as head-of-the-house. I was just determined to make progress on a project I knew had to be done. Half-way into the inevitable argument all I could think about was what a disrespectful ass he was being and how I wished I could just make him... I realized at that moment it was the perfect opportunity to assert my authority. He continued to rant while I stood firm with my hands on my hips, staring at him. When he finally ran out of things to say, I said in a calm, but serious tone, "I don't want to hear another word out of you until I'm completely finished. Is that clear?"
He nodded his head and stared at the floor, still taking deep breaths to calm his anger.
"I want the bathroom remodeled. I don't care if you do it yourself or we hire a contractor, but it's going to happen whether you like it or not. All I've gotten from you so far is resistance. But this is something that we have to work on together on and I expect YOU to help ME make the right decision. If you want me be in charge here, then you need practice respecting my authority. You will remove all your clothes and kneel in front of me, right here, right now." As I said that I pointed to the floor. Taken by surprise, he wondered if I was serious. "NOW!" I barked, which startled him into peeling it all off in a flurry. Before I knew it he was kneeling in on the kitchen floor.
I shook my head in disgust at the site of his CB-3000, the only thing he couldn't remove. I pulled my shirt of over my head and stood exposed from my jeans up with my hands on my hips. My erect nipples jutted out at him. "Take a good look," I said. "These are the breasts of a Dominant Female, the WOMAN you said you wanted to obey. You've been acting like a child, so now I'm going to punish you like a child. When I'm done we're going to start over, only this time your going to help like any decent husband would?" Then I grabbed him by the ear, stood him up, and turned him to the counter. "Bend over and stay like that," I said, then fetched the riding crop.
"This is going to be your first punishment, not anything like those playful spankings I gave you before you begged me to make it real. This has nothing to do with sex, Carl. It's about MY dominance and YOUR submission. It's going to hurt. I wouldn't hurt you like this, except I agreed to do this because this is how you said you wanted me to show my love for you. You can ask me to stop at anytime, but remember, if you do I will refuse to dominate you ever again. Moreover, I won't start unless you ask me to." It took a while for him to processed what was happening so I just waited.
"Okay, go ahead.", he said to the floor.
"Sorry, Carl, but you're going to have to do better than that."
He gave off a deep sign. "Karen, I need a powerful woman like you to put me in my place. Nothing less than severe pain will force me to accept your dominance to which I fully submit. Please punish me for my belligerence."
And with that I wailed into him like I'd never done to him before or since. I had underestimated the severity of the crop and soon his backside was criss-crossed with dark scary looking welts. I bent to his ear with bare breasts pressing into his back to ask him if he was okay. "I'm okay," came the quivering reply. "I know you can't ask me to stop," I said with as much tenderness as I could, "but you can tell me when you've learned your lesson... that would be okay." He nodded his head and I continued far beyond what I thought he could take, waiting for his signal. When he finally muttered something, I immediately stopped. His knees were shaking. I put my hand gently on his back. He turned his face to me and said, "Karen... I am SO sorry. I promise I'll be helpful...
"Good God, Carl! Your crying," I cried.
"Tears of joy, Karen... .I've never loved you more than I do right now."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Only a strong man could endure such pain, but now I was seeing the deeper strength of my husband facing up to his faults and determined to overcome them. I held him for as long as I could before I knew life had to go on.
"I love your, Carl. I accept you apology. Right now though, neither of us is ready to pick-up our bathroom discussion. So I want you to go to our bedroom and stand in the corner to reflect on your behavior. When you think you're ready to start acting like a man then you can dress and and we'll finish our discussion about this project."
That evening, things were different. I got my way.
Later in bed I told Carl how proud I was of him. I also promised not to abuse my authority. He would do what I asked, but I was also going to 'make' him do things for himself. Things like: exercising, up-dating his webpage, and spending time in his studio painting. I never needed a maid or domestic servant. I was going to use my power to encourage my husband to be the creative and effective man he could. If that meant dominating him and driving him into submission, then so be it.
A year ago, when Carl introduced me to female domination, my image of S & M was whips and chains. None of that sounded very romantic to me, but I was willing to give it a try. At first I was timid and unsure, but once I started to overcome my inhibitions and embraced the dominant side of my personality, I began to love being dominant and the positive changes it brought out in Carl. Our day to day relationship haven't changed all that much, except now I don't have to repeat myself so much. He helps me work though our problems and doesn't hold himself back to get his way. He helps me decide, but in the end I make all the important decisions. He knows I'm usually right anyway, which is the real reason I'm the official head-of-the-house.
I'm still conflicted about the dominatrix part. Sometimes, I feel guilty about that, but I know that I've only taken him to the place he already wanted to go. It's hard to believe that the more bitchy and manipulative I am the more Carl worships and adores me. I guess, deep inside, there's always been a part of him that needed to submit to me. By avoiding the whole issue I was only making him angry and depressed. Now that he knows I have complete authority over him, he's happier. He looks forward to being disciplined by me. If he's being stubourn or acting like a brat, I don't hesitate to immediately remind him of my dominance with a quick beating, making him recite his devotion directly into my pussy, or simply having him kiss my ass. Afterwards, I can see the awe and respect in his eyes. I really am a Goddess to him.
The improvement of my sex life has been dramatic. Carl's shown me how truly superior the female orgasm is to a man's. I now enjoy the overwhelming pleasure my body can give me. Carl's gift of submission has liberated me. I can pursue my own pleasure without any obligation to consider his. On an intellectual level, I appreciate knowing that he would rather give me pleasure than receive pleasure for himself. AND I do make sure to give him plenty of opportunities to give me oral sex and or use a dildo. Surprisingly these feel better than regular sex. I honestly don't seem to need his penis to satisfy me anymore, so he stays locked in his chastity device for long periods of time. But nothing, I mean nothing, reinforces my dominance more effectively that fucking him up the ass with my strap-on dildo. A woman always feels a little strange wearing a fake penis, but the psychological effect on him is so powerful its worth the extra effort. After a good reaming from me, he's the perfect husband for weeks.
Oddly enough, he expects me to be cruel when it comes to his sexual pleasure. He's asked me to bring him right to the point of no return then stop touching him. He both loves and hates these 'minimal' orgasms. I have to admit that it is fun to tease him while he's helplessly humping the air. Most of the time though I don't let him come at all. I tease him with blow-jobs that stopping half-way or give him a hand-job that's too slow to cause an orgasm, only six strokes or less a minute. Soon he's begging me to stop, even though he hasn't come. Making him watch a porno has proven to be a very effective punishment - with his hands tied behind his back that is. At the end of the show, the ice packs come out and the CB-3000 goes back on.
I've heard that some dominant wives keep their husbands permanently in chastity with prostate milking as their ONLY relief. I don't know about that. For health reasons, I empty his prostate gland every Sunday afternoon, which is usually the ideal time, because we can have a romantic evening with normal intercourse. After a milking, he isn't be able to orgasm, so regular sex lasts a good long time.
The Valentine's Day Gift
Carl's told me that after wearing the CB-3000 for the last few months, he's had come to prefer the gentle pressure (and often times not so gentle pressure) and the weight of the plastic cage bobbing between his legs. Both are constant reminders of my authority over his sexuality. When it's off, he misses it, and says it feels like wedding ring, which in a way it kind of is. For Valentine's Day I planned a special treat.
First he got a long and painful caning, one he won't soon forget. I sat on the edge of the bed, dressed in a stunning black leather corset, with the key to his CB-3000 on a long gold chain dangling between my breasts. I cuffed his hands behind his back, as is our custom before removing the CB-3000, since he's never, ever allowed to touch his own penis anymore. When his penis was free, I teased the underside of his shaft slowly with the tip of one fingernail. Then when he was fully erect, I gripped his testicals hard, pulling on them till he winced. His penis deflated to a semi-erect state from the pain.
"Carl, dear," I said, "I love you so much. All I've ever wanted is for you to be happy. When you first asked me to be your dominatrix sex goddess, I thought you were strange, but now that I see how deeply satisfying it is for you to submit to my authority and obey me as your Mistress. Can you believe that, I've even started to enjoy dominating you. And now I've started to have my own fantasies! Things you never would have done, things you don't really want to do, but you will. You will because I want you to. I will use classical conditioning techniques to break down your will until your only desire is to be humiliated and degraded by me. You will thirst for the sting of my whip and long for the heel of my boot digging into your flesh. I will drive you deeper into submission than you ever thought possible. Tonight, I'm going to ask you for a very special gift. As always you can say no, but I don't think you will. Would you like to know what it is, my little slut?"
"Mistress, you know I do."
"Then tell me, how long its been since your last orgasm?"
"Three weeks, two days, and four hours."
"That doesn't seem very long for a pure-hearted man like you," I teased, "Does that seem very long to you?"
"It seems like forever."
"What? Don't you like the prostate massages I give you?"
"Oh no... "
"NO!" I yelled and squeezed his balls again.
"I mean, Yes, Mistress, I enjoyed them very much, but... "
"But what, bitch, are you telling me that you are such a slut that you're not satisfied with the sexual relief I give you! If you had your way, you'd be jerking off every day, wouldn't you, slut."
"Yes, Mistress, I would."
"Then you must be thankful that I make you wear the CB-3000 to prevent you from jerking off all the time?
"Yes, I'm very thankful that you keep my penis locked up."
"That's good," I cooed, "because otherwise I might think you were taking me for granted." I released his testicles and made it appear I was pondering over what to say next.
"Well, since you're too excited to think about anything but your own selfish pleasure, I'm going to tell you what your present will be." I paused for effect, "I want you to give me your complete chastity, not for three months or a year, no I want it forever! I'm asking you to show me that you love me SO MUCH that you are willing to deny yourself the pleasure of orgasm for the rest of your life simply because I want it. Your useless penis will be locked in the CB-3000 twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, except to wash or I decide to play with your little penis, which of course won't be that often since I've come to prefer your tongue and my dildoes. They reach places inside me you never could."
"But... could I... can I ask you something, Mistress Karen" he stammered.
"Yes, go ahead."
"You'll still want to,.. will you, uh," his voice started to shake.
"Are you afraid that I'll no longer want to have sex with you." I asked.
"Yes, Mistress, I am."
"Well you should have thought of that before you asked me to be your Dominatrix. Can't you see that, it was only because of your kinky desires that sex between us has changed. I intend to keep dominating you and you will continue to grow more and more submissive to me. Now that I own your penis, I have no intention of giving it back to you. Without my direction you wouldn't know what to do with it. We agreed in the beginning that if I was going to dominate you, you would not be allowed to orgasm without my permission, ever. You wanted your sex life to be almost exclusively between your tongue and my pussy and asshole.
"But what if I decide that I, well, uh, don't want to be dominated anymore?" he asked.
I held his his chin in my hand and stared into his eyes as I coldly reminded him of the truth. "We both know THAT will never happen. You've already given up too much control. I've got you completely pussy whipped. Do you really think you could ever be satisfied without my domination? If we stopped now, soon you'd be begging me to be back where you are right now, naked and on your knees, pleading to lick and kiss my ass?" With that I turned and lifted my skirt to show him my bare ass. "You can't even resist the humilating of licking my asshole can you? Look at it, Carl, you know you want to worship it. Don't fight it Carl, give in to your desires. Do it! Lick my ass! Show your Mistress, how submissive you've become."
His wild passion took over and he fervently kissed my buttocks and pressed his tongue deep into the crack of my ass, groaning in submissive delight. His penis was staining so hard to erect I thought the CB-3000 might break! Carl was deep in subspace. My asshole was his whole world, nothing else existed to him. If I didn't already know it, I was now. My husband was now my complete and total slave. I whisphered in his ear, "I want your chastity to be permanenet, Carl. I want it, but I won't take them from you. Give it to me as a gift... of your own free will?"
Carl stammered as if orgasming to the sound of my voice, "Oh God, Karen, ... Mistress Karen, please more than anything, please... make me your celebate slave. Please, Karen, I want to be denied orgasmic pleasure for the rest of my life."
I turned to face him, but he continued to kiss my legs and belly, "You can stop now, my slutty little ass-kisser," I said tenderly. "I accept your gift. Your life of chastity has begun."
Disappointed, yet strangely satisfied that his chastity period should begin without an orgasm, he nodded his head, and thanked me, the woman who could so cruelly deny him, and left. I spread my legs for him to continue to licking my anus and vagina, blatently enjoying the orgasmic delights he had forsaken. Despite his chastity he begged me to at least 'fuck him in the ass' with my strap-on dildo which, of course, I did.
In the afterglow of passion, I reflected on how permanent chastity would improved both our lives. My dominance and authority has already turned him into a better man than he ever could have been on his own. I decided that a really mind-blowing orgasm once a year would make his enforced chastity even sweeter torment for him and remind him of all the pleasure he's given up for the privilege of serving me.
He's happy. And that's all he ever wanted since the beginning.
Page last updated 07-Aug-17 by: Altairboy@aol.com