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 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.

Learning Her Letters - part 1

Beth clicked on a folder labeled "FD" to reveal it's contents, several more folders, each labeled with a short, nonsensical word. Or at least to Jenny the labels made no sense. However, it was apparent from Beth's chuckling that she'd found something other than video games and tax records.
"It appears your hubby is not as vanilla as he's led you to believe when it comes to his porn. In fact, I'd say he's quite the little perv." To support her statement Beth read off a list of the folders: BDSM, CFNM, DS, T&D, CBT and others. Jenny continued to look at her like she was speaking some foreign language. Her older sister sighed and continued.
"Ok, let's start with FD since it's the most important. I'm guessing it stands for 'Female Domination' or 'FemDom' for short. It's when the female is superior in sexual relationship. In other words, she's the boss in bed. The male does as he is told."
"But that's nothing like Dennis, he's always in charge. He decides when we make love," Jenny protested.
"Maybe so, but that's probably because he's afraid to let you see this side of him. It's potentially embarrassing as hell for him, as you'll understand soon. For now I'll just explain what the abbreviations stand for. I don't think you can absorb more than that all at once, ok, sis?"
Jenny nodded her consent and Beth continued. "BDSM is actually three things. B&D means bondage and discipline. In simplest terms, imagine tying up Dennis and spanking him." Beth paused a moment to snicker and even though shocked, Jenny couldn't help but grin at the mental picture. "S&M you've heard of in movies, it stands for sadism and masochism. Again, in simplest terms, a sadist gets off on inflicting pain, a masochist gets off on receiving pain. Also note the DS in the middle. That stands for dominance and submission. One person dominating another sexually."

Disciplined by Wife After Poker Party

She had me kneel, then pulled the cord, forcing me to bend slightly. She turned on the TV, telling me to look closely at what I could've had if I'd came upstairs on time.
The scene showed Toni kneeling just inside the bedroom as if waiting for someone to enter. She was wearing the white teddy and stockings, just as I'd asked. The intercom was barely audible in the background. Apparently she was listening for a sign that I was coming upstairs. She turned to the camera, and in a tone of total surrender, whispered, "this is what's waiting for you, you lucky bastard. I'm so hot I'm going crazy waiting for you. But I'm gonna take care of you first, babe. I can't wait till you walk in and see this..." She held hand cuffs behind her to simulate wearing them, then opened her mouth, closed her eyes and tilted her head back. She spent a couple of minutes practicing her begging skills...even to the point of saying she wanted to drink my cum. (Which she had ALWAYS refused!) The intercom caught her attention, and she looked annoyed. Soon her entire attention turned to the guys and I talking downstairs. She seemed to grow angrier by the minute, and eventually she turned off the camera.
Toni now turned the TV off, though I noticed that the camera was again running. She removed her robe seductively, and stood with her satin covered mound just inches from my face. Holding my face out of reach, she rubbed herself slowly, taunting me verbally all the while about how she planned to soon have me begging far worse than she had done, and for a much longer time. I was beginning to understand this wasn't just another of our fun little sessions. She was seriously angry!

Wife Trains Husband in Female Dominance

The next morning, as well as most of our spare time the next few days, was spent on what Tori described as my "domestic training." I was expected to perform every iota of house and yard work as well as a multitude of personal services for her. Amongst the items she expected me to become prtoficient in were bathing her, shaving her legs, dressing and un-dressing her, styling her hair and make-up, cooking and serving all her meals, performing manicures and pedicures, providing rub downs and massages,etc,etc. She told me more jobs would be added after I learned these. In addition she showed me plans for remodling jobs around the house I was to do, specifically the bedroom, the den and the basement. Let's just say it appeared alot of bondage and video gear was to be involved.

She provided a list of rules for me noting more would be forthcoming. Most were basic Female Domination rules, such as how I should never touch her, nor my own cock or balls, except with her permission. Orgasms for me were out of the question unless she deemed I'd earned one. "Control the male orgasm and you control the male," was her motto. My wife also made it a rule that I was to remain undressed at home, spending my time in the nude, a leather thong or a loin cloth, depending on her mood. I thought to protest this but the mention of a maid's uniform as an alternative quickly shut my mouth.

Cuckold Fantasy to Reality

The next evening found me tied spread eagle to the bed in the guest room. The ball gag muffled my moans as my wife sat next to me teasing my throbbing cock with her fingertips. Suddenly she was interrupted by the doorbell.

"Now you behave yourself and be a good little boy," she giggled, glancing at my cock as she accented the word 'little.' "Who knows, perhaps I'll bring you a treat to eat later tonight. One thing is for sure, soon all your cuckold fantasies will become real. I hope you enjoy living them out as much as me!"

She left the door of the room open a few inches assuring greater torment for me. I listened as she answered the door and proceeded to make small talk with her date for awhile. Before long the talk died down, replaced by the occasional moan of either her or her soon to be lover. Eventually footsteps approached, and I held my breath, afraid they'd enter the room where I lay bound. Indeed, they stopped just outside the door and I heard the smacking sound of wet kisses followed by my wife giggling. "I can't wait to feel your cock in me," she said breathlessly. "It's twice the size of my husbands!"