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.

Rubbing Oil on Dominant Bikini Babe

I told her I'd be glad to help with the oil. "I'll just bet," she smirked as she continued to slowly spread the lotion on her legs. "What I want to know is what's it worth to you if I let you?"

She picked up her tea glass, took an ice cube from it and ran it sensuously over her neck and chest. I was mesmerized. She stopped just short of her tiny bikini top. She held up her glass to me." Fetch me some more tea, and I'll think about it."

Cheryl was pleasantly suprised when I offered to clean up after dinner that evening.

The next day she conned me into helping with her chores so she could lay in the sun sooner. Once more I kept her tea glass full. I was more than happy to promise to do the dishes every night that week, just for the chance to rub oil on her.

I found myself offering to do more and more of her housework each day.