In the Cards

My worst fears were confirmed as I entered the bedroom. Lisa was laying on the bed reading a magazine. Her body was covered in a fluffy long white robe which allowed her now tan skin to be really noticable. I tore away my gaze form her white stockinged feet to see a very stern expression on her face.

I began mumbling an apology, as she ignored me to gaze at her magazine for a few moments. She didn't remove her eyes for a second from her magazine to cut me off in mid-sentence, her voice was steady and calm but with an angrier and more forceful tone to it. I had never heard this tone before coming out of her.

"Save it," she stated, silencing me instantly. I mentally began bracing myself for a loud, drawn-out argument which was the equivalent to an atomic bomb going off. I glanced wistfully at her nylon encased feet and part of her calves and realized that I wasn't likely to get any closer than where I was at the moment.

After a second or two of silence, she spoke again. "Not only you nore than two hours late getting up here, but you spent the whole time misbehaving, while I was up here alone and horny." She slammed the magazine down on the bed. "Very horny!," she snapped, our eyes meeting for the first time. Feeling guilty, I dropped my gaze and noticed what se'd been reading. It was a porno mag; one that featured bondage and discipline. My cock inadvertently began to swell for the umpteenth time in three hours. She began flipping through the magazine pages again and both my hopes and my cock began to rise.

"If you ever expect to be allowed back in my bed, I suggest you strip and be ready for my inspection within the next sixty seconds." She kept reading her magazine as I began to strip every article of clothing from my newlly shaved body.

"Oh, by the way, you better not have a hard-on," she added.

Less than a minute later, I stood near the foot of the bed, hands clasped together behind me. And of course I was rock hard.

She walked over and stood in front of me, one hande on her hip as she looked disapprovingly at my now rock hard and dancing cock. "one simple order, and you still disobey." She slowly walked behind me and told me to bend over so that my head came to rest on the foot of the bed.

Newlyweds pt 2

After I had stripped ever bit of my clothes off we spent the next 10 minutes with her asking me questions as if it were an interview for a domestic servant. "This will remain hard as much as possible," she said pointing to my hard throbbing cock. " But I want all this hair removed. Every hair from your armpits down. Take a shower, shave, and get dressed in the guest room," she ordered.

It was an hour or two later when I entered the guest room to begin dressing. I felt any doubts I'd had concerning her sincerity evaporate. After a moment of mild shock I punched the house intercom and asked "Are you sure about this?"

"Of course," her voice replied sweetly. "Why do you think I had you shave? And by the way I am timing you. The longer you take to get in here, the worse it'll be for you!"

A white lace garter belt complete with pink bows-white lacy stockings and matching panties were laid out on the bed. This was a threat she'd used many times, but it never crossed my mind that she would actually do it! I had no choice but to swallow hard and put the outfit on.

Newlyweds

I've never met a woman who enjoyed sex as much as Jill. She was 24 when we met and I was 22 and immediately were drawn to each other. Within 2 months we'd screwed in every room, on every surface; in both of our houses not to mention a few of our friends rooms as well. We were married a year later and I expected that whole sex was going to become rare but I was proven wrong every day and up to four times per day!

We began moving into our first house as a couple later that spring. Jill came across my stack of skin magazines from my bachelor days. I was suprised at the interested look on her face and how she did not just flip through one or two of them and then throw the whole lot of them in the trash. She began reading them and taking extra notice to the descriptive fantasy sections.In the end it took twice as long to move but we had learned each other's secret desires and were more open to different sexual pleasures.

We continued having very hot conversations on different fantasies but a great majority of our ideas remained just that; fantasy. Our sex life continued on a steady decline for the next 3 years. Sex began to seem like a chore and for every time we fucked I declined her hot sexual advances at least 5 times. We fianlly seperated and I moved into a studio apt. I would spend the night every couple of weeks and this was all the sex either one of us got as far as I could tell. After about 3 months of this routine I noticed her attitude in general brightened. When I asked her about it she just smiled and shrugged," You'll find out," she said.

After a couple of months I was having no sex what so ever. I waited for another month but by the end of it I couldn't stand it anymore and confronted her about it. "You mean you miss this," she teased lifting her skirt to show a very bare pussy. My tone of voice went immediately from accusatory to the voice of a man with very blue balls, which I was. The fact that she enjoyed my state of desperately needing to cum hit a submissive chord inside me that I remembered was the base of many conversations we had had about fantasies. I felt extremely lucky when she told me that if I behaved we would spend the weekend together living out some of my favorite bondage and discipline scenes but only she got to decide just how far we went.

I couldn't agree fast enough.

Training Her Husband pt 2 Permission to Cum

Training Her Husband pt 2 Permission to Cum

She got other guys off over the phone a few other times, sometimes in a group chat, but more often one on one. Sometimes she'd have me fuck her with a large life-like dildo. Watching my wife suck that big cock was torture. And it was humiliating to be forced to clean her pussy juices off the cock with my mouth after she'd cum. I wasn’t allowed to actually fuck her on these nights because she would cum so much being fucked by the big fake dick that it left her exhausted. I was allowed to jerk off in front of her as she watched, obviously amused. She verbally teased and taunted me about masturbating in front of her. I didn’t cum until she gave me permission, and she'd usually extract some promise from me as a price for allowing me to orgasm. On a recent night, for example, she had me agree to spend my whole weekend being trained as her personal servant. “Housework will become so much easier once I have taken the time to train you properly,” she said, inferring that she was doing me a favor. When I hesitated to agree, she re-tied my hands and said maybe I should sleep on it. By the time we'd reached the bedroom I was practically begging her to train me so long as I got to cum.

As we laid in bed that evening she ever so lightly teased my poor cock and balls with her rounded fingernails and named over a list of rules for the weekend. Of course I eagerly agreed to every one of them. At last she began to lovingly stroke my cock as she quietly but very firmly ordered me to cum. I quickly exploded and surprised us both with how much I came. I was nearly passed out as my wife cleaned off my chest with a warm washcloth. As I drifted in and out of sleep I thought I heard her softly say something about my needing to learn to clean up my own mess.

Training Her Husband pt 1 - Making Him Beg

Training Her Husband pt 1 Making Him Beg

Jill enjoyed relaxing in the recliner after work. She’d order me to strip and kneel so that I could give her a foot massage. Eventually she'd instruct me to begin moving the massage upward, usually stopping me as I reached the lacy tops of her stockings. After cuffing my hands behind me, I’d be forced to watch as she raised her skirt and rubbed her pantied twat. My wife would then have me beg for her pussy for awhile before relenting and letting me eat her. She quickly learned how willing I was to cook and serve dinner in order to allow her to relax (and increase the possibility she’d let me have desert.)

She seemed to delight in chatting on the phone while I was eating her. I even overheard her telling a couple of her girlfriends about our kinky sex game and how she was using it to make me do her bidding, such as taking over much of the housework. It was humiliating and embarrassing to hear her inform her girlfriends how she planned to turn me into her little slaveboy.

In order to punish me one evening for not ironing her clothes correctly, she actually called a phone sex chat line. In no time she went from being a flirt to flat out providing phone sex for the horny guys in the chat room. Naked and tied to a straight back chair directly in front of her, I could only watch and listen helplessly as she described to the guys in great detail how she was rubbing herself through her skimpy panties while forcing her husband to watch. She proceeded to tell them how she would love to suck and fuck other men in front of me, turning me into her cuckold slaveboy. Eventually she turned the speaker phone on, not only freeing up her hands to better get herself off, but also insuring I could hear as she talked each man through his orgasm. My wife made sure all the guys got off on this, except me, of course. I was told that all I could do is watch and listen.