Breaking
in Her Husband
A
Dominant Wife Story
His Orientation
Marcus Johnson might have shaken his head at
his predicament but it is hard to shake your head when it is locked between the
vise-like thighs of your wife. He might have waved off any criticism of his
choices but it is hard to wave when your hands are tied firmly behind your
back. He might have run away from his
responsibility in the matter but it is difficult to run when you are on your
knees with your booted feet tied together and lashed with a separate lead up to
your hands. In reality, the only moves that Janine was going to allow him to
make was the wagging of his tongue
against her clit and slit. Well, he was also allowed to slide his nose up
and down her nether lips as well. In fact, she loved the feel of his nose pressed
inside of her.
As Janine looked
down at her thoroughly bound husband she smiled with pleasure. She loved the idea of him being submissive to
her but he resisted that notion at every turn.
It was only because he lost the bet that he had agreed to this one
weekend as her slave. As she exploded
with her second orgasm of the night she reached out and rubbed the back of his
head to let him know that he had done a good job. And then as an afterthought she said. “You know slave I think I may take me a lover.”
This caused him
to try to pull back from her still quivering cunt. Just to show him she was still in charge she
gave him a hard lash across his shoulders with her riding crop. “No one told you to move, slave. It was just a thought; we can talk about it
when your mouth has finished cleaning the juices from my pussy and thighs. And she pulled him firmly back into place and
urged his tongue to start anew.
An hour later he
was still tied and on his knees but his head was no longer between his wife’s legs. Instead, she sat back in her easy chair, well
it used to be his easy chair, and stretched her high-heeled boots out and
brushed the toes across his lips. She
studied his reaction and was pleased that he was playing his part well enough
not to pull his head away but rather even stuck his tongue out so that she
could wipe some of the dusty leather across his wet tongue.
Then she got up
and walked a circle around him. She
inspected to make sure that the line keeping his hands in place was still
tight. She checked the knots around his
high heel boots that she had insisted he put on before forcing him to his
knees. She admired the nylon panties
that she had made him wear. “You are
almost the perfect slut,” She said.
“Permission to
speak?” Mistress. She loved it when he
followed every single instruction she gave him.
“What is it, slave?”
“Mistress could
I please be untied. I really need to use
the bathroom. My bladder feels like it
is going to explode.”
“Well, I am not
going to untie you. You are going to
stay secure for the entire weekend. But
I will release your ankles so you can walk to the bathroom.”
“But without my
hands I will not be able to aim it and I may miss the bowl altogether.”
“Not if I slide
your panties down so you can sit on the stool like a good little girl.”
He got that
pouty look on his face that she really hated and she knew she was going to have
to teach him better manners. “Look you
agreed to do everything that I told you to for the entire weekend. And you further agreed that if you started to
complain that you would have to serve me next weekend as well. Well,
you have already started to bitch and moan and give me the roll of your eyes
treatment. So here is your choice. You can choose to serve me next weekend as
well as this one or you can accept 20 lashes with my crop across your man
tits. Which will it be?”
“How about 30
lashes on my ass?” He bargained.
“No I will
accept the 30 but none of them will go on your ass. All that accomplishes is to give you a hard
on. Ten lashes across your man tits, ten
lashes on the small of your back and ten lashes either on the tops of your legs
or across your cock.”
“I don’t like
any of those options. Can I think about
it while I go to the bathroom?”
She went to him
and undid the tether between his ankles and his hands and then undid the rope
around his boots. But before she let him
rise she took a long length of rope and tied his ankles so he could move his
feet about 8 inches at a time. That way
he could walk but it would be more of a shuffle. She laughed aloud as he tried to make it in
time.
When
he shuffled back into the room she spoke.
"Well, you were certainly gone long enough. What took so much time?"
"Have
you ever tried to get your cock into the bowl when it is standing straight up
in the air. No,
of course, you haven't because you don't
have a cock. I finally gave up and
stepped into the shower and just let it flow.
I am afraid some of it might have gotten on my legs and feet. Would you like to help me wipe it off?"
"No, I don't see any reason to wipe it off. I am done with you in close proximity for the rest of the night. Have you decided where and in what order you
want me to whip you?"
"I
would prefer not to be whipped but if you are determined, 10 on the tops of my
legs, 10 on the small of my back and ten across my nipples."
"Is
that the correct order? I might have
thought you would have taken the most painful first and then the rest might not
be so bad."
"Maybe
I am a masochist and I want to save the most painful strokes for last so that I
can feel them longer."
"Well,
in that case, I bet you are going to be
hog's heaven tonight. Come on follow me
to the basement. I had a little
carpentry work done in anticipation of this weekend."
He
could not believe what she had just told him.
They had not discussed any renovations nor had he been told about the
cost. He started to open his mouth but
thought better of it. After all, he would see what she had done soon
enough.
