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Wife takes control after husband’s affair

This female domination story contains graphic details of physical and mental sadism and masochism, including the use of a Kali’s teeth bracelet (KTB). It is entirely fictional and completely my own work.

Please DO NOT read any further if you do not enjoy fictional stories in which males submit to dominant females, either willingly, forcible, or by coercion.

Please DO read further if you want to know how Martin suffers under the manipulative control of his wife, Megan.

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To my great shame I had an affair a year-or-so ago. It was a horrible thing to do to my loving and loyal wife, made worse by the fact that I had it with a girl from the office where we both worked. Everyone knew; our colleagues, family and friends, and Megan’s humiliation could not have been more complete. I still consider myself to be a total shit for the lack of respect I showed toward my lovely wife and, despite how it spiced up our sex life afterwards, still wish every day that I could turn back time.

Following the affair we seemed to cry and argue non-stop for at least a month, but, eventually, we started talking rationally again, and working together to find a way forward. In the end we agreed to stay together, but on three specific conditions set by my wife.

Firstly, we would be intimate at least twice a week. Megan recognised that she hadn’t payed much attention to me prior to my affair, and wanted to make sure that I was never unsatiated again. Secondly, Megan would be in control of our sex lives. She said that she was tired of being the suburban stereotype and that she could cope with regular sex games only if they were on her terms and tailored to her own sexual appetite. In short, that it was time we lived out her fantasies and not just mine. Finally, I was to stop going to the gym and she would start. This last condition seemed strange at first, but I soon found out that her fantasies involved her domination of me, and for some reason she found it kinkier to dominate someone who was fatter and less healthy than she was, and therefore, I guess, more vulnerable. I agreed to these simple terms, grateful that we could finally start to get our lives back together.

Megan’s sexual accession started off with her slapping my backside as I dressed in the morning and quickly moved on to full-blown over-the-knee spanking sessions. Padded cuffs and leather paddles started arriving through the post in brown, unmarked parcels, and even when we were not having sex, Megan would rule the roost, making me cook and clean upon threat of punishment. It sounds daft, but I actually enjoyed her taking control; I found it strangely liberating to be told what to do, whilst Megan bloomed with her new-found authority.

It wasn’t long before she introduced me to chastity, proclaiming that this would turn her domination of me into a 24/7 lifestyle rather than a twice-weekly occurrence and, again, I soon found this to be exciting and enjoyable. Within a matter of months my chastity sentences escalated from a few days to a few weeks. Our bi-weekly sessions continued and the frequency of Megan’s orgasms accelerated along with her sexual appetite, whilst my orgasms got more and more seldom. Release, when it came, was usually mind-blowing because of its physical or mental intensity; some sessions ended with an amazing orgasm, some ended in exasperating and humiliating ruins, and some ended in frustration and denial. Sexually speaking I was never happier.

Without going to the gym, which I started many years ago (at Megan’s request) because of my propensity to pile on the weight, I started to revert to my natural, podgy form. Megan seemed to love this, especially as her body was already becoming noticeably firmer, and she seemed to get off on calling me derogatory, size related names such as ‘fatty’ or ‘lardy’. Bizarrely, I found that I actually enjoyed this type of humiliation, and always came hard when she rode me and called me a fat pervert.

Around 6 months after the change in our lifestyle, a small parcel was delivered to the house. That evening Megan tied me to the bed, removed my plastic cock cage, washed me thoroughly, and treated me to a glorious session of face sitting and fingertip cock tease before impaling herself on my throbbing shaft and quickly riding me to an orgasm that shook my world. I groaned and bucked as she relentlessly rode me like a cowgirl on a bucking steer, looking down on me with haughty superiority while she fucked me hard with her hot, sodden pussy until I was exhausted and dry. When I was finally too soft to stay inside her, she let my flaccid cock flop out of her gaping hole, followed by a torrent of our combined juices. We rested with the slick mess sandwiched between our hot bodies, then Megan showered (with me still tied spread-eagle to the bed), washed me again, left the room briefly and returned with the little parcel.

She opened it in front of me, revealing bahis siteleri a small, plain box containing a kind of broad, chunky steel cock ring. She knelt between my parted thighs and looked through the ring at me. I could see that it was full of robust, sharp spikes.

“Isn’t it delicious?” She said.

“It looks fearsome! What in the hell is it?” I asked.

“This, my darling, is a Kali’s Teeth Bracelet. Kali is a Hindu goddess of death, violence, sexuality and, most importantly, female empowerment. If you ever thought that my sexual dominance of you was just a bedroom game, then this bracelet is going to make you think again. The next time you see your cock without this band attached you will know just how much I own you”

“How does it work?” I asked nervously, “what are the spikes for?”

Megan chuckled sweetly. “It’s really very simple” she said, “as soon as you try to get an erection your stupid cock will swell inside the ring, impaling itself on Kali’s little teeth. You’ll hate that part, of course, because it’s going to be intensely painful, but you’ll soon learn that it’s not just your orgasms that I own but your erections too…. you’ll only be able to get a boner when I let you out of the bracelet. Oh, and every time I take it off you I’ll tighten these little screws here,” she pointed to the little allen-key heads around the outside of the device, “and the teeth will extend, making your little safe-space smaller each time”.

I was dumbfounded but also intensely interested. My cock was still soft, but my head was gearing-up again with the excitement of her elevated dominance.

The bracelet had a hinge down one side and Megan folded it open. Then she gently placed my flaccid cock over one of the halves, close to my balls, rotated the other half back over so that my cock was completely surrounded by teeth, and locked the device to the ring of my chastity cage with the usual little stealth lock.

“There you go” she said. “now the hard work begins”

The bracelet was heavy on my cock and I could feel the teeth on my skin. Surprisingly it didn’t hurt and my fears of being in constant pain began to ebb. Megan untied me, pulled the duvet over us, and we settled down to sleep.

———-

I had never realised how often a man’s cock gets hard during a day. There were the predictable times, when Megan would deliberately tease me to an excruciating and crippling erection, but there were dozens of other times during the day too. My cock would attempt to stiffen for absolutely no reason and I would find myself doubled over in pain, fruitlessly clutching at my groin. My first sentence was just three days and they were the hardest of my life, with pain from my morning glory, pain at bedtime as I lay beside my naked wife, pain every time my mind wandered toward sex, and pain for absolutely no reason at random other times. I tried so hard to will my erection away at the first sign of swelling, but the mental strain of intense concentration was exhausting. The three days felt like three weeks, and I was soon begging Megan to take the bracelet off me. She, however, was adamant that I serve the full sentence, and the bracelet stayed on. At times I was close to tears, and at other times I couldn’t bear to look at Megan in case she blew me a kiss, or sucked her finger.

Megan insisted that my torment would be worth it in the end and, sure enough, when she finally tied me to the bed again and removed the device, my cock swelled immediately with relief. The pleasure of getting an erection after so many days, and the intoxicating knowledge that my cruel wife and denied me a hard-on for so long was overwhelming and I laughed involuntarily as tears welled in my eyes. I was more aware than ever before that my erection was hot and heavy, it felt magnificent and obscene.

“Thank me for letting you have an erection” Megan said.

I looked her straight in the eye so that she would know how sincere my gratitude was. “Thank you, Megan, it feels amazing, thank you so much for letting me get hard!”

“You’re going to thank me with your tongue darling, and if you do a good job I’ll let you see what an orgasm feels like after a few days without even getting hard”.

I willingly obliged. She manoeuvred herself to sit on my face, facing my feet so that she could enjoy the view of my throbbing erection, and I tasked myself with proving my gratitude by giving her the best tonguing possible, detecting and analysing her every movement so that I could direct my attention to the right spot in the right way. She moaned softly and gyrated her pussy gently on my mouth and nose. Occasionally, when she wanted to slow things down, she would raise herself a little and leave me straining to reach her sex with my tongue, desperate to continue my worship, then she would slowly lower herself back down, gradually allowing her delicate pussy to press over my face and smother me. She undulated like this for what seemed like an hour, taking canlı bahis siteleri her time to enjoy her power, but eventually I could sense that her basal urge to cum had started to gather strength, and I worked harder still to ensure that I was always on-point. Her soft moans became more guttural and her body language became selfish. As her orgasm approached, she rammed her supremacy home by grinding me into the mattress with her pussy. Her breathing became scattered and suddenly, just as I thought she had reached her point of no return, she shifted her whole body forward by a few inches and screamed at me; “In my ass!, In my ass! In my fucking ass!”

I did as I was told at the first time of asking. I formed my tongue into a stiff spearhead and manoeuvred the hard tip to engage with her furrowed little hole. She reciprocated, adjusting her hips slightly so that her ass was directly above my mouth and my wet tongue penetrated her by half an inch. Then she brought a hand to her clitoris, gave herself four or five conclusive rubs, stiffened for a few long seconds, and erupted into an orgasm on my face, bucking hard on the dildo of my tongue. Her come-down took several minutes. She kept my tongue in her ass for some time, then gradually unimpaled herself.

I waited in silence like a good submissive should, and was eventually rewarded.

“God that was good!” she said, “good enough to earn you a release!”.

I began to joyfully thank her, but my words were silenced as she planted her hot, soaking pussy back over my mouth, smothering me while she began her delicate stimulation of my aching cock. I was on the edge of orgasm within a few seconds, but I knew that she would not allow me a release so soon. I resigned myself to my glorious situation, allowed her to continue her night’s control of me, and enjoyed edge after edge until she finally brought me to an intense and exhausting orgasm with my happy cock pumping stream upon stream of thick cum onto the sheets to my right… the side of the bed that I sleep on. Victorious, Megan wiped me down, methodically wound-in each spike of the Kali’s teeth bracelet by a half turn, re-fitted it, and untied me so that I could sleep in the cooled puddles of my own cum.

———-

For the next month I had to endure week-long sentences. With the gap between the teeth getting smaller each time, the start of each week was insanely uncomfortable. However, my random hard-on-attacks grew less and less frequent and slowly I learned ways in which to quickly soften my cock should it be accidentally stimulated. Each week was still purgatory, but I became more used to Kali’s cruel bite and suffered less attacks. Megan’s deliberate teases we’re still impossible to avoid and on occasion, when the mood took her, she ensured that I still knew who was in control. Sometimes she halted her tease when I asked for lenience, but other times she would be merciless, continuing her attention until I was sobbing uncontrollably and literally begging for mercy at her feet. On the evenings between my sentences, however, I would live a few hours free of the KTB, happy in the knowledge that Megan was right – it really was worth it.

———-

On the day before my final sentence Megan treated me to what she said would be a ‘hill on the way to Everest’. She released me form the dreadful bracelet in the morning and allowed me to be naked for the entire day, enjoying the luxury of having an erection whenever I wanted, which turned out to be most of the time. She wore her grey pyjamas that I normally thought of as dowdy, but with just the one button fastened and her frequent off-the-shoulder look, she managed to bring my cock to full mast on many occasions.

After lunch we sat in the sun on our secluded patio playing cards at our little cast iron table. She beat me three games in a row, then asked casually; “do you still fantasise about having sex with my ass?”

I nodded bashfully. “Yes darling, I wouldn’t want to do it if you didn’t want to, but I really would like to have sex in your… in your bottom”

She smiled at me coyly and walked around to my side of the table.

“move your chair back” she said.

I scraped my chair across the paving slabs until there was plenty of space between myself and the table, my cock fat and hard in my lap, then Megan faced the table and stood with her legs either side of mine, her cotton-clad bottom at around my chest height.

“I’m going to let you” she said, bending over at the waist so that her breasts touched the table and her backside was presented to me. I shamelessly stared at her perfect round buttocks, thanked my lucky stars that I had once suggested we tried anal, remembered how my tongue had recently been intimate with her tight little hole, and imagined forcing my thick, blunt cock into her forbidden space. She wiggled her bottom alluringly, then stood up straight again and said; “but not tonight”.

“Oh Megan,” I started in an attempted canlı bahis ‘assertive but humble’ tone, resting my hands on her hips in a vain attempt to simulate mounting her from behind, “I’ve worn the bracelet for over a month now, surely I deserve….”

“No-no” she interrupted, “I’ll have none of that. Your next sentence will be your last… You can have sex with my ass then, a kind of reward for letting me own your erections”

“Thank you Megan!” I blabbed, the promise of anal sex flushing me with a cocktail of euphoria and excitement.

“You’re welcome” she laughed. “But what about tonight? Your last sentence is going to be longer, so you deserve a special treat tonight too. You can’t have my ass, so how would you like to cum today? handjob?… blowjob?…”

My mind started whirring. “Longer?” I asked, “how much longer?”

“One thing at a time darling, let’s concentrate on tonight. Footjob? titjob? doggy style? cowgirl? thighjob? Missionary?”

“Pussy!” I blurted, “can I cum in your pussy please?”

“That can be arranged” she said warmly, stepping over my legs to turn and face me. “I’m in the mood for cock myself! What position?”

“Cowgirl please”

“Why?”

“So that I can see you looking down on me”

She smiled haughtily. “Good boy” she said, “that can be arranged. “

She stepped forward and cradled my head into her warm tummy. I could smell her scent mixed with perfume and warm cotton. With one hand she untied the bow that fastened her pyjama bottoms and let them slip down onto my lap, resting gently across my erection, then she reversed herself to the edge of the table and lay back. “Warm me up” she said.

I ate her on the table, holding her legs wide and high with my hands under her knees. She came quickly.

At around 6 o’clock that evening Megan disappeared upstairs to get dressed. “Stay here and be good” she told me. The temptation to stroke my cock in her absence was intense, but the prospect of being ridden was too alluring to ruin. I sat on my hands and waited patiently for her to come back downstairs. When she returned half an hour later she was the antithesis of the lazy-Sunday frumpy-pyjama wearer I’d spent the day with. Her torso was clad in a tight black corset, ribbed to mock the whale-bone of Victorian underwear. It pushed her breasts up into perfect hemispheres with a deep cleavage like that of a stereotypical Austrian barmaid, and shaped her waist to give her an hour-glass figure.

She wore no panties, leaving her pussy shamelessly on display for me, her pubic hair trimmed into a neat, dark delta. On her legs she had donned long, black, latex high-heeled boots that extended from her feet to half-way up her thigh, and her long, dark hair was pulled tight into a straight, stern ponytail. Around her neck she wore her delicate silver necklace with the key to my chastity cage as the pendant; a reminder that, when the fun was over, I would be placed back inside the KTB. On her hands she wore short, latex, fingerless gloves and in her fingers she held a riding crop. I had never before seen her look so intimidating, so superior, or so sexy.

That evening was the most intense domination session we had ever shared. She spanked me, cropped my buttocks and back, had me kiss her boots. She put me on my hands and knees and rode me like a pony into the kitchen, then she held me by the cock and led me back. She allowed me to lavish no attention on her; “tonight is all about you”, she said, then she pushed me against the wall, pinched my nipples, and ground her smooth, latex-clad thigh into my balls.

Finally, after several painful and exhausting hours, she bade me lie on the floor, kneeled across my waist and directed my throbbing shaft into the entrance of her pussy. I had never felt her wetter in my life, or sensed her so horny. She lowered herself an inch or two, gyrated her hips so that she fucked only the head of my cock, then slowly, ever-so slowly, impaled herself me. I groaned with every inch she took, and looked up at her as she loomed over me. She was the personification of my personal view of femininity; slender waist, round breasts, long hair, dark mascara, powerful and sexy, superior and confident.

“Enjoy this moment my love” she said in a sultry voice.

“My god, yes! I am, I am!” I blabbered. I was humbled below her, spellbound by her dominance, willing to do anything to please her.

“Come hard for me baby”

“Yes! Oh my god, yes!, I’ll cum so hard for you!, I’ll drain myself for you, pump myself dry…”

She lifted her hips from my pelvis and stopped her gyrations.

“Good,” she said, “because it will be the last time you cum for a very long time”

The thought of cruel, long-term denial was too much for me to bear, and I thrust my hips into her, fucking her sopping wet pussy with all my might, bucking my hips in the small space she allowed me below her godly body. When I came, she looked incessantly into my eyes, watching the light of euphoria erupting there, ignoring the desperate pounding of my cock. I did as I had promised, and emptied myself completely into her wanton cunt, bucking until I had no more spunk to give, and no more energy to thrust.

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