Paul, my husband of seven years, asked me what I would like to do on my birthday next week. His such a darling and considerate man. He works hard for us both, satisfying me in every way. We are a truly happily married couple. Although we have no children, we are totally fulfilled. We live in a lavish home in a wonderful neighborhood and I spend my time filling the many rooms with my personal taste in decor and belongings. He lets me pick out anything I desire. I am completely satisfied materialistically. So when he asked me what my birthday wish was, I thought I'd try something a bit different and fun. "I want to dominate you for the day. I want you to do everything I ask you to without question," I responded.
"Everything?" he quipped.
"Yes, and without hesitation"
"You know, that sort of sounds fun. I've often wondered what it would be like to be your slave."
"I kind of thought you did," I said. I think most men secretly fantasy about it--I read that somewhere a while ago. My fantasy was to watch him suck on a cock. I didn't reveal this to him, of course, because he would most certainly protest--his male ego, I'm sure, wouldn't allow him to admit wanting to try it even if he had a secret yearning to try it.
We agreed on next Friday. I couldn't wait to have him under my thumb!
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When the alarm clock went off Friday morning I woke and told him to call in sick for work. I demanded he make me breakfast in bed. When he brought me hot coffee, scrambled eggs, bacon, and a muffin on a tray, I thanked him. While I was sampling his work I told Paul to get under the covers and lick my cunt. He dived under and began slowly kissing and licking my dampening pussy. I wouldn't allow myself to come until I had finished the breakfast. He was under there for about 20 minutes and I knew his jaw and tongue were getting tired. Once finished, I placed the tray off the bed and within a couple minutes I was squirting my warm juices into his mouth and onto his face. "Swallow, swallow it all, my love!" I commanded and he lapped and drank as much of the salty fluid as he could. "Now go shower, my little cuntlapper!"
"Yes, my love," he said and I watched him walk away with a red hard-on.
"Don't you dare jack-off in there!" I warned. It felt so good to make him do my will--to make him wait for satisfaction. I knew the shower would kill his erection.
While he was in the shower, I quickly called a male acquaintance of mine. I guy I dated in high school before I knew Paul. His name was DeRon and I remember him being very well hung. He lived about 20 minutes away but I had him wait in a coffee shop about 5 minutes from our house. He was there in no time. We've run into each other a few times since high school days and, in fact, were in the same computer class together at a local community college. We exchanged numbers in case we missed a class so we could get each other notes. Since then, we have occasionally run into each other, usually through mutual friends or at an event.
I greeted DeRon in lingerie--black stockings, high heels, black panties, and a push-up bra. I had him standing in the bedroom in no time. DeRon was a very open-minded individual and he certainly was someone I could trust. I reiterated again what my plan was. "I'm happy to help out, Kathy," he said. We heard the shower water turn off and knew Paul would soon be returning to the bedroom. I told DeRon to take his pants, underwear, shoes and socks off and to get himself erect while I tended to Paul. DeRon complied and stood near the back of the bedroom, beating off. A feeling of such power enveloped me. I liked it.
In the bathroom I helped Paul dry off. He shaved and I made certain he gargled with mouthwash. I wanted him clean and primed for the "gift" I had waiting for him. I then tied a black blind fold over his eyes and lead him naked into the bedroom. I had him kneel before the huge cock, of which he was completely unaware of and had no idea what was about to happen. I told him to bring his arms around to his back and I quickly tied his wrists together tightly with the sash from my bathrobe. "Oh, what have you planned, my dear, Kathy? I can't wait!" Paul remarked.
"It's something I'm sure you'll never forget," I said. DeRon had stopped beating off for obvious reasons. A glistening string of pre-cum hung from the tip of his gorgeous dick--evidence that he was ready to erupt.
"Alright, my love, I want you to open your mouth as wide as you possibly can--until it hurts."
