This is a story about the slow and gradual power exchange between a stunning young woman and the man who adores her and eventually goes on to become her compliant husband. Even though I've placed this in the BDSM category, there's no bondage or S&M in this story. You will only read about the "D" in BDSM here.
If you don't enjoy reading about dominant women and the men who discover the joy in serving them, then it only makes sense not to invest your valuable time reading this story! And by ALL means, please don't read this story, whack-off, then leave some macho comment in pretense of finding this lifestyle disgusting. Such twisted attempts at self-denial fool very few people anyway!... ;-)
For those of you who do read on, I hope you enjoy!
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There's nothing particularly unusual or erotic about the initial courtship between Sherry and I, or the circumstances under which we met. Sherry was exotic, tall, leggy, and possessed perfect-sized breasts for her pleasingly slender body.
Sherry looked like she could have been the younger, but more mischievous sister of Cameron Diaz. All I can say is that the attraction I felt for her was both immediate and utterly complete!
Unlike Ms. Diaz, Sherry is a chestnut-colored brunette. But like Ms. Diaz, both woman possess a uniquely erotic look that most men would likely perceive as a huge turn-on.
Sherry is seven years my junior, but even back then seemed to have quite an edge over me in street-smarts. This says quite a lot when one considers that she was only 19 when we first met!
In terms of sexual experience, I had had my fair share of women. However, I now realize that Sherry understood the rules of attraction, whereas I had been clueless for the most part.
How can a young man be both clueless, but still fairly lucky with the ladies? I attribute this to a combination of my better-than-average looks at the time, and my carefree, let's-party attitude.
By the time I had met Sherry, I had already bedded down around 25 women. However, except for three relationships that managed to survive a few short months, the rest were either very short-term relationships or one-night stands. Don Juan? Not even close. But a fair share of women at that time in life? Absolutely.
I had always considered myself a good lover, but even then realized that I wasn't a better-than-average cocksman. My strength was in being very attentive, patient, and giving in the sack. Though not always successful, I always tried to be sure that the woman got off before I did.
The truth is, I'd always adored going down on pussy. But I'd never spoken about my sexual attributes, techniques, or desires with any female prior to Sherry. I had always felt confident that the women were enjoying themselves with me, and was content to just leave it at that. Looking back, however, I suspect that my insatiable hunger for cunnilingus and pleasing women in the sack may have prevented most of my relationships from succeeding beyond the short-term.
About two months after Sherry and I began dating, she commented about my enthusiasm and talent for cunnilingus. Hell, she really hadn't told me anything I didn't already know. After all, I'd been well-aware that she'd been enjoying multiple orgasms at the expense of my oral efforts.
Nevertheless, I felt gratified from hearing her praise. I felt SO gratified, that I actually admitted to her right then and there that I sometimes enjoyed performing cunnilingus even more than having penetrative intercourse.
My admission prompted Sherry to ask me several more questions about oral sex that night. She seemed particularly interested in why I didn't seem to enjoy receiving fellatio nearly as much as the other men she had been with in her past.
I explained that while I certainly didn't dislike or ever refused fellatio from a woman, I felt more pleasure being on the giving end of oral sex as opposed to the receiving end. From the puzzled look on her face, I may as well have been speaking Greek.
There was something about Sherry that made me feel deeply content about expressing my innermost thoughts, which was something I hadn't felt with other women.
Within days, Sherry began requesting oral sex from me, whereas she had never done so prior. Perhaps due to my favorable and eager responses, she also began requesting non-sexual favors, such as back and foot massages. I felt not only happy to comply, but also increasingly comfortable in my relationship with her. I adored giving her pleasure in any shape or form, and these simple massages soon grew to be sexually arousing acts for me. And the more I complied to her requests, the more her requests seemed to accelerate.
Sherry and I were spending so much time together that it became foolish for each of us to continue paying separate rent. So when my lease expired, I moved in with her. Soon thereafter, we began discussing our long-term future together. I was elated at the prospects of a permanent relationship with Sherry, and felt very comfortable discussing marriage.
Sherry was, by far, the most multi-orgasmic woman I had ever been with. Hell, sometimes she even squirted a little when she came real hard. I had no doubt in my mind that she was the damn best piece of ass I'd ever had. On several occasions, I even admitted these truths to her during moments of high passion, so she knew full-well how I'd felt. She encouraged me to share my innermost thoughts with her, and I felt most blissful in doing so.
Sherry and I never once discussed "Female Dominance." Hell, back then I didn't even know there was such a thing anyway. All I know is that as time passed, I spent less time with other outside interests, and more time pleasing Sherry.
Sherry seemed to bask in the glory of my attention. It didn't take much to reward me. Just a smile from her sexy face would be all I needed to be happy for the moment. On the other hand, when I did things that displeased her, she became quite angry and bitchy! It drove me crazy when she gave me the cold-shoulder or withheld sex from me!
I hadn't given it much thought as it slowly developed, but I soon found myself often doing the cooking and cleaning around her apartment too. Of course, I also did the "manly" chores as well, like washing her car, tinkering around with minor repairs, etc.
One day Sherry wanted to quit her job. I felt some initial concerns about this. However, she pointed out that I was earning more than enough money for the both of us, she hated her low-paying job, and there were two guys always hitting on her. This was the first I'd heard about the two guys, and it really bothered me. Nevertheless, it still seemed imprudent to hastily quit a job without having a definite plan-of-action in place.
Then Sherry pointed out that there would be a big bonus for us if she quit her job. Since I worked just 3 miles from her apartment, I would be able to sneak home for lunch to have even more sex with her. So I gave her my blessings, and she promptly quit her job. The afternoon delights that soon followed proved to be heaven-on-earth!
Several weeks after Sherry quit her job, she sometimes told me that she was too tired to have full sex in the evenings. I didn't really fuss about it too much, even though it seemed that not having her full-time job any longer should have given her MORE energy, not less! But when Sherry explained that I was simply wearing her out from having sex morning, noon, and night seven days a week, I secretly felt proud of myself for being able to wear down such a foxy sex-kitten.
So we slowly settled into oral-only sex during the early and late evenings. Of course, it was me orally pleasing her. Somewhere along the way, she had stopped giving me head altogether. But since I'd always had a take-it or leave-it attitude towards fellatio, I had hardly even noticed, let alone complain about it.
We set our wedding date, and moved forward with plans to be together happily-ever-after. Since Sherry's father was deceased, and her mother still had four younger children to support on a modest income, we would have to pay for our own wedding.
We started staying home during the week to save money. Sherry wanted a nice, big, fancy wedding, and I felt more than happy to go along with her plans. We would also need to put money down on a house, of course.
By then, Sherry had taught me how to include analingus after giving her long back massages. Although I had performed brief analingus in the past on a few women, I could have easily counted all those experiences on one hand prior to being with Sherry. So, Sherry taught me how she wanted to be pleased in this way, and found me to be an eager student.
A typical weeknight for us would consist of me either bringing home carry-out food, or cooking on the grill. Then I would clean up the mess and do the dishes while Sherry took a shower. She would usually just quickly comb-out her pixie hairdo, put on nothing but her bathrobe, and come into the living room with wet hair and no makeup. I didn't mind one bit. She looked incredibly hot even without makeup!
We would usually watch TV. Cable was a new thing back then in our area, and being able to watch movies without commercial interruption was still a fresh novelty. We would throw a comforter on the floor for me to sit on, while Sherry sat up on the sofa. I would massage her feet as we watched a movie. I'd never been a foot fetishist, but Sherry did have very sexy feet. Over time, massaging her feet grew to be a huge turn-on for me. But more importantly, it truly relaxed Sherry and put her in a positive frame of mind to receive more attention from me.
After Sherry had grown fully content with her foot massage, she would then lie face-down on the comforter, facing the TV, and using a pillow to keep her head propped up. We would watch an adult movie as I massaged her back. Eventually, she would signal me to perform analingus on her. She really enjoyed this, and often kept me there for 45 minutes to an hour. She never orgasmed directly from prolonged analingus, but her pussy always became drenched with her juices.
When a part of the movie came on that really excited Sherry, she would raise her pussy, signaling that she finally wanted cunnilingus. She was usually so hot by then, that I was able to bring her to several good orgasms within a relatively short period of time.
Sometimes she would lose interest in the movie after a few orgasms, and turn over on her back, so that I could drive my tongue even deeper into her drenched and quivering pussy. It was in this position that she sometimes squirted during her better orgasms. I loved when she held my face in tighter to help me catch and swallow her little squirts.
The first time she squirted, she seemed a little embarrassed. But after I admitted that it made me feel proud to be able to make her lose control like that, she beamed with enthusiasm. Not only did she never feel self-conscious about it again, she truly enjoyed squirting in my face after that!
