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.

My Wife Dominates Me

The rest of that night was spent satisfying her orally as she explained various plans and ideas she had in mind for the next six months. Though several of her plans sounded like a lot of fun, (such as being lent out to a couple of her girlfriends,) many other ideas struck me as completely outlandish now that they were going to be reality instead of fantasy. Several things were crystal clear before the night ended. Foremost was her conviction that her pleasure, sexual or otherwise, was of paramount importance while concern for my pleaure was to be practically neglected, both on her part and mine. She sensed my mixed reactions toward her ideas and explained in no uncertain terms that she coundn't care less whether anything we tried was a turn-on for me or not. I would perform exactly as she instructed or else experience half a year of no sexual release as well as the possibility of a divorce.

That night she had me fix a pallet on the floor at the foot of the bed and sleep there, my hands bound to the foot board. "Surely you don't expect to sleep in the bed with me," she laughed. "But dont worry, we'll make some kind of arrangements to keep me from having to be alone in bed. Good night, my little subbie hubby."