On my 20th wedding anniversary, I received the following letter from my wife:
Dear Henry, I wanted you to know that my love for you keeps growing, and that these 20 years have made me very happy and fulfilled. Your devotion to me and to my needs has helped me to build my self-esteem to the point that I am very successful in my career and increasingly fulfilled in my sex life. As you know, my childhood, with my older brothers dominating me, and my disastrous first marriage to John, left me with low self-esteem and feelings of inferiority toward men. However, in the early days of our marriage, you taught me that I was really a very powerful person.
Before we were married, my mother advised me to have you wear the marriage ring. Because I ran away and eloped with John, I had not previously had a chance to learn this lesson from my mother. Although I was rather timid about asking you to wear the ring, you kissed me and assured me that you would try. The ring, made of clear hard plastic, was just a bit smaller than the diameter of your flaccid penis. When you were flaccid, you could pull your penis through the ring until it was snug around the base of your shaft. Obviously, if I tried putting it on you, you became erect and I could not even get the ring over the engorged head of your penis.
And so, when I wanted to make love to you, I asked you to wear your marriage ring, and you went into your room and put it on. We both learned that the marriage ring allowed extended foreplay and petting, without allowing you to discharge or to insert your penis into my vagina. This was the beginning of my new and wonderful sex life, because it led to very long periods of foreplay during which we kissed and cuddled extensively. It was also during this period that you learned such skill at pleasing me with your tongue, something I had never experienced before and which I found delicious. After 20 years, I still experience waves of wonderful orgasms from your skillful licking, and you have gotten more skillful over the years.
You told me that going in to the other room to put the ring on at my command made you feel that I was "placing" the ring on "my property" and "marking my territory". You said this made you feel under my control, and that you liked the feeling of being controlled by a "powerful goddess". This was the first time I had ever felt that I was not inferior to males, and it began to erase some of the years of low self-esteem caused by my brothers and John. When you pleasured me with your tongue, I sat in the big throne-like chair, and you knelt between my legs, which added immensely to my feeling of superiority.
After the first few months of our marriage, when we had both gotten comfortable with our dominant female, submissive male roles, my mother offered to come and counsel me on female domination techniques, something she apparently practiced on my father and brothers. At first, you were reluctant to be naked in front of my mother and have her touch your genitals. However, after a very prolonged period of my teasing and denying you, during which I would not let you take off your marriage ring and have intercourse with me, you finally agreed. That was when I learned that teasing and denial could be a very powerful tool, and you later confessed that you loved it.
To prepare for the session, my mother took me shopping to buy a black vinyl corset with stretch shoestring lacing in the back. The cups were push-up and barely contained my adequate breasts. The outfit was completed by self-gartered black thigh-high stockings and ankle-high vinyl black lace-up boots. This was quite a change from our usual lovemaking outfits, which consisted of our birthday suits. My mother, who is an aerobics instructor and quite fit for her 57 years, wore a mini-length red rubber dress, with red rubber thigh-high boots. When you came into the room wearing nothing but your marriage ring, your penis literally jumped to attention when you saw us. My mother sat in the throne-like chair and asked you to stand in front of her with your hands at your sides. You were shaking with both embarrassment and excitement. She then reached into her bag and took out a one inch wide rubber band, made from the "Theraband" material used for aerobics classes.
She wrapped it several times around your scrotum, forcing your testicles away from your body, and tied it tight. She explained to me that your testicles, which were now shiny and red and standing away from your body, were "prepared" for me. Just to demonstrate, she slapped your testicles with her hand and you jumped and moaned. She then reached into her bag and took out some black stretch shoestring and made a point of showing you that it was the same material that laced up my corset and held the things you loved so dear. She then wrapped the lace tightly around your penis several times which compressed the shaft, but made the tip stand out and become shiny and engorged. She then demonstrated the sensitivity of your tip by lightly scratching it with her long red polished fingernails. You were beginning to have involuntary hip thrusting, but the marriage ring and lacing kept you fully in control. How delightful, a toy for me to play with.
I then was introduced into the possibilities and limits of this new toy, a toy that has since become my favorite thing in life. Although I used to sneak peeks at my brothers when they were getting dressed, and I certainly saw John when he was undressed, I was always in awe of this organ as the scepter of male power. Now, I saw this as the key to female superiority. All I had to do was grab the "scepter" and the male would get weak and I would be powerful.
My mother then made you face away from her, bend over, and grab your ankles. We were then faced with your tight red ball sac sticking straight out from the back of your body below your puckered rectum (thanks to the band tied around your scrotum) and your hard and shiny (and now purple) prick sticking straight down. How I ever thought that males were superior I'll never know. This was going to be fun. Mom now grabbed your pecker and pulled it back between your legs and up until you nearly fell on your face, then let it snap back. She then took her open palm and started slapping your prick left and right. Wow, I didn't know these toys were so resilient and could stand so much punishment. She then started on your balls, first slapping them with her hand, and then using a little whip she had in her bag. She then had you stand up and turn around for inspection. You were shaking with excitement and panting hard and your genitals were shinier and more purple than I had ever seen them before. You later told me that you were more sexually excited than you had ever been in your life. You said that the combination of prolonged stimulation without relief administered by 2 powerful controlling women wearing kinky dominant clothing was a most powerful aphrodisiac for you.
My mother then had me sit in the chair and had you kneel between my legs to pleasure me orally. While you did, she squatted down behind you and continued to spank your balls and snap your prick. Although you had always provided me great pleasure with your tongue, this was a new and very exciting experience for me, and I found out later, for you. Your tongue seemed to know exactly what my clitoris wanted and you increased the rhythm and force just right to produce the most prolonged and exciting climax in my life (up to that point). You later told me that you felt the excitement of my climax and shared the emotional release even though you had no physical release yourself. In fact, you said that you felt the bindings on your genitals were me controlling you and reminding you that you were there to serve my pleasure alone. This became the basis of a very exciting future sex life for both of us, with my enjoying earth shattering orgasms and your being stimulated but denied. It excites us both to have you exist solely to serve for my pleasure.
After my orgasm, I continued to enjoy teasing and punishing your cock and balls. In fact, the power that I then felt was magnificent, with the afterglow of my orgasm and the power to tease and deny you and play with my new toy. My mother showed me that I could continue to punish you and keep you hard, and that would only make you more devoted and willing to do most anything, including licking my anus, something I grew to like later. When I tired of my fun, mother asked if she could use you. At first I did not understand, but then realized she wanted you to pleasure her with your tongue. She changed places with me and sat on the chair with you between her legs and me slapping and teasing my new toy. She said the result was one of her best orgasms and made her feel much closer to her son-in-law. It also got me thinking about scenes with groups of women.