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Chapter 1 How it all began
It was another typical Saturday morning. I was on my knees beside of thebed waiting for my dominant wife to awake. With her feet in my hands and mylips paying homage to her delicately painted toes, I could already feel thestirring in my balls. The scent of her unwashed feet always gets me excited.She suddenly kicked me away and stretched her body in an effort to wake hermuscles. After a few moments of this, she opened her eyes, moved up on herhands, and let her feet dangle over the side of the bed. "Don't stop Denny.I did not tell you to stop." I got down into almost a laying position so Icould continue worshiping her beautiful feet.
Let me reflect back and tell you how I got here. Shortly after our marriagebegan, my wife Becky found out about my submissive tendencies. I had hid themduring our dating years, but slowly informed her after our marriage. I hadhoped she would understand if I revealed them in a gradual manner. Was I surprised;she quickly took on the dominant role in our marriage. Within a year, she wastelling me what to do all of the time. She made me move into the guest roomand she has the king size bed all to herself, except when… well, I willexplain that later. After two years she controlled all of my sexual needs,forced me to perform orally on her everyday; yes, almost everyday, regardlessof time of the month. It was difficult at first, but I soon found solace inher controlling ways. I liked it. In fact, I craved it. The more she dominatedme, the more I craved it. However, like most things, once you reach a certainplateau, you want to go higher; and higher she went.
She began to control my orgasms. She would not allow me to masturbate unlessshe was present. At first, I would sneak and masturbate. Then I began to feelguilty. Her control over me grew. It is hard to explain, but it was if shewas watching me all the time. She was inside my head. I began to think shecould read all of my thoughts; or maybe I just wanted to feel that way. Soon,I completely quit masturbating myself to orgasm, unless she ordered me to.I did not want sexual relief unless she wanted it. In addition, she startedmaking me go longer between orgasms.
At first, it would be a week. Then she extended to 10 days, then 2 weeks.While this was going on she would use me to make her cum, sometimes every night,even 2 or 3 times some nights. I was a walking ball of sexual nerves. One nightI got up the nerve to ask her. Actually, I begged her to let me masturbate.
"Denny, what are you doing? Why are you doing this? Your begging will notconvince me that you are deserving." But Honey, it has been over two weeksthis time. "I know Denny, but you are not ready. You know that I will let youwhen it is time. And it is not time." Becky lay down on the bed as she usuallydoes when she wants me to please her orally. "Now, get over here and make mefeel good Denny." I reluctantly moved between her legs. It did not take longfor her heady scent to fill my nostrils. As was typical of Becky, she was unwashedand her pubic hair was full of her scent. Yes, her rich feminine scent. Itwas driving me crazy, and she knew it.
As I said, most of the time I satisfied her was orally. I always had thetaste of her pussy in my nose and mouth. I also learned to lick her asshole.She always made me do this before she had showered. I think she liked to humiliateme as much as possible, and this was a good way to do it. Although, secretly,I liked it as much that way because it was so natural and musky. Sometimesshe would make me lick her for an hour while she watched TV or read a book.She really did not need a bath after that. She liked seeing me in panties.She would keep my pubic hair shaved off or in the form of a V or a heart, whatevercaught her fancy.
Another thing Becky does on a regular basis is to use me as her "pee pot" asshe calls me. She had me make a special toilet for her so she could piss onmy face while she sat in comfort. I made the mistake of showing her one thatI found on the internet. She made me build one just like it. It has a regulartoilet seat, but the commode part is a wooden box with a plastic lining. Itis little lower than a regular commode and it has a large hole in the frontside large enough for me to insert my head. I have to keep it in my room. Thatis the only reason she ever comes into my room. When I see her go there, Iknow what to do. She has trained me how to perform this important ritual. Imust first get to my hands and knees. Then I must kiss the commode seat. ThenI must pull her panties down and kiss her pussy and ass. Once seated, she ordersme to get ready. That is my clue to lay down and put my head through the opening.She forces me to stay still and receive whatever she offers. There are a fewholes in the side for light to go through, so I can see exactly what happens.
Sometimes she will sit there for a long time to tease me, as my face is onlyinches from her sex. Because of the confined area her scent becomes much strongerthan normal, and I become very excited. She can monitor my excitement easilyby simply watching my erection. Occasionally she will torment me by smackingmy erection with a strap or wooden dowel that I must always have nearby forher use. If time permits, she may use me in this way for a long time; as muchas a half-hour. She will let me smell her until I have a raging erection. Thenshe will punish my penis until my erection subsides. Then she will start thewhole process over. Sometimes she will pee on me right away; then let me laythere with her piss all over my face and hair. She also uses the pee pot whenshe is on her period. Many times, I have to lay there with a tampon or a pantyshield laying on my face.
As time went on, she would extend my periods of abstinence to as much as3 weeks. I would plead with her to allow me to masturbate, but she would usuallynot allow it. I never knew when it would happen; it was always a surprise.Occasionally I would link it to something I had done special for her. However,when I would try it again, she would no allow me relief. Once, I went to theflorist and bought 2 dozen roses. I used them to sprinkle a path of pedalsfrom the garage, where she parks the new Mercedes that I bought her, to thebedroom. I light candles all through the house, prepared her a very nice meal,and opened her favorite wine. I was so pleased when she seemed to enjoy theevening. Finally, I brought her to orgasm 3 times. My cock was so hard andI was so excited. It had been 3 weeks that night. I was just sure she wouldallow me to cum. After her third orgasm, she rolled over on her stomach andsaid, "Denny, rub my back until I go to sleep." I quickly began massaging herback and shoulders. "Denny come up here so I can whisper in your ear." I movedslowly up to her head. She rarely let me do that anymore. She put her lipsright up to my ear. The feel of her breath on my ear almost made me cum. Icould feel my cock was almost ready to explode. "Denny, if you are a good boylike this for the rest of the week, I may let you masturbate on Saturday."
Saturday! I thought. This was Wednesday, and I had not cum in 3 weeks. Iwas so disappointed. I felt so dejected, but I had to remain composed or Beckywould know it and make me wait longer. "Denny, after I go to sleep you maylay down between my legs and put you nose between my ass cheeks, and thinkabout Saturday." I did not get much sleep that night. Her intoxicating scentdrove me wild until the early hours of the morning.
You can imagine that I was a good boy the rest of the week. I went out ofmy way to please her in anyway that I could. However, she did not seem to appreciateit that much. As much as I remained attentive to her, it did not seem likeenough. On Friday night, she became very angry with me. "Denny, I think youare getting lazy. Look at the smudge on this coffee table. I can tell you onething. If this house is not clean by tomorrow afternoon, you will be in bigtrouble, and I think you know what that means. I am tired, I am going to bed,and I think you had better get busy. I do not want to hear a lot of commotionin the house either. I am tired. Wake me at 8"30 in the morning. I am goingshopping with Donna.
I spent the rest of the evening trying to get the house as clean as I couldwithout making any noise. I just had to please her. My mind was preoccupiedwith the thoughts of tasting her pussy and masturbating. As horny as I was,the evening chores tired me and I sleep well that night. I woke up at 7:30so I could prepare breakfast and wake Becky on time. As usual, I was by herbed worshiping her feet at exactly 8:30.
She awoke quickly and looked at the clock. "I trust my breakfast is ready." Iquickly assured her that it was. Shall I bring to you in bed? "Need I ask?What has gotten into you lately?" She got up and walked nude to the closet. "Forgetit now. I will have it in the kitchen." She was out in a few minutes and sittingat the kitchen table with a tee shirt on. "You can finish massaging my feetwhile I have breakfast. My legs and thighs could use a little TLC also." Iquickly got under the table and began. She spread her legs as I messaged hergently and worshiped her soft skin. I could feel my penis rising as I breathedin her strong morning scent.
"I will be meeting Donna at 11:00. We will probably have a late lunch, andI will be back in here around 4 or 5. This place better be spotless when Iget here." She spent the rest of the morning in her room lounging and gettingready for her shopping trip. By the time she left I was busy cleaning house.I really wanted to impress here when she returned this evening.
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