(This story is from an idea sent to me by someone who messaged me. I have never been confident with the notion of dominance in relationships, and it is not something I have experienced - however, I'm never one to shy away, so I did some research and tried my best. It may not please those who enjoy the whole sub/dom lifestyle, but I hope I've managed to make it enjoyable. I even resisted the temptation to give it a happy ending!)
Punching above his Weight
Julian had always been told that he was 'punching above his weight' when he married Roxanne. He always believed it too. She was a massively impressive, eye-catching woman, standing almost six feet tall in bare feet and truly huge in heels, which she preferred. She played hockey for the County and was a star of the women's rugby team. She trained several times a week and went swimming and to the gym.
Despite all this, she retained her femininity. Her workouts were not designed to build muscle, but to tone, and her figure was superb, from her C cup breasts, to her flat, narrow waist, to the gentle swell of her hips and into her endless, perfect legs. There was something there for every taste.
Nature might have balanced this by giving her a face like a bag of spanners, but no. She had almond-shaped, radiant blue eyes, high cheek-bones, a straight, aquiline nose, full, sensual lips and a firm chin. Her teeth were even and brilliant white, and her hair blonde, sweeping across her shoulders in luxurious waves.
She could almost have been a supermodel, were it not for her large breasts and wide hips - and these simply increased her appeal to the male of the species - and plenty of females too.
Julian was decidedly average. He was five feet eight tall, average build with light brown hair and an instantly forgettable face.
When they first got together, she had made all the running. He wondered if some of his mates were going to jump out and tell him it was all a cruel prank. But it wasn't.
They met in a pub, and she had taken him to her home. Once there, she had stripped him naked and directed him in how to pleasure her. It involved him spending a lot of time with his head between her legs - until the retaining tendon of his tongue actually hurt - and lying back as she rode him vigorously, rubbing her clitoris as she did so.
After that, their relationship developed - Roxanne taking decisions, Julian enjoying the fact that he did not have to think. Indeed, the only place where he actually did any thinking was at work, as a software designer. It was incredibly well-paid work too, especially as he was so good at it.
Roxanne controlled their sex life too. He never mounted her, or took her doggy-style. She bound him, spanked him, made him watch as she masturbated with impressively proportioned sex-toys. She would not allow him to orgasm, again, using any delaying tactic available. Sometimes, she would make him strip naked and be her 'slave'.
Still, Julian was content. His mother had been domineering, and he had grown up submissive. He had no problem allowing Roxanne to dominate him. So much easier than having to do all those things he had to with other women - all that groping, wanting permission to touch their tits, or make his way into their knickers. Then, eventually, deciding on sexual positions and always worrying if it was what they liked. Roxanne knew what she liked, and took it.
His only slight objection had come when she had appeared wearing a strap-on. It was not huge, but he had never been anally penetrated. When he voiced his objection, she had laughed incredulously. "Seriously? You're worried about this? Be a man for once. Bend over."
And he had. She had applied lubricant and pushed up his arse, riding him and enjoying the rubbing against her clitoris. In fact, he rather liked it. The stimulation of his prostate felt good, and when he was finally allowed to cum, it was explosive.
She began to penetrate him more frequently, using vibrators, dildos and larger strap-ons, as well as her fingers. She said she wanted to 'fist' him, but his terrified reaction had deterred her, although she laughed openly.
Their friends had been amazed when they announced that they were going to marry. In fact, she had told him they were, and he acquiesced, despite being uncertain if it was what he wanted. In truth, she spent more of his money than he wanted her to, and while her income as a personal trainer was good, he still seemed to pick up the majority of bills. Still, he could afford it.
Their marriage stayed on track for a while, but after six months, things started to happen which made him uncomfortable. Roxanne began to take on male clients to train, and she would often come home discussing their physiques. She made them sound like gods - tall, muscular - everything that Julian was not. It made him nervous, but he rationalised that she was naturally dominant, and these macho, alpha-males would not appeal to her - especially as she always seemed to want to use him for her sexual pleasure when she got home.
One afternoon, Roxanne arrived home after one of her training sessions. Julian was cooking.
"Take your clothes off," she ordered.
Dutifully, he stripped while she watched. She looked at his body. He had some muscle, but not much. There was a definite paunch around his belly. His cock was semi-hard. Not quite his usual six inches when fully erect, but getting there.
She walked around him, looking at his body, inspecting him, seeking deficiencies - of which there were many. He swallowed, wondering what she had in mind.
Suddenly, she slapped his backside - hard - leaving a red handprint on the flaccid flesh. She walked in front, looked at his cock and slapped it viciously, making him whimper. Still he stood and waited for her command.
"Go to the bedroom and lie on the bed."
He did as he was directed, and waited.
After a good five minutes, Roxanne appeared. She took each of his arms, and attached them to restraints, which ran under the mattress. Then she pulled his legs apart and secured his ankles. She looked at him.
"Do you know why I married you?" He shook his head. "I married you, because I spent my entire life being bullied. I was the tall, gawky kid at school, who was clumsy and unco-ordinated. At home, my dad was six and a half feet tall and built like a brick shithouse. He hated me because I wasn't a boy. Not until I found I was good at sport did I think I might actually have some worth. Then I trained. I worked myself into the ground until my body was good.
"Still my dad hated me. When mum left, he made me his slave. Made me do everything. If I didn't, he hit me. I hated him. I walked out and never looked back.
"Then I met you. I knew you someone who I could control. Someone who'd worship me. And now I'm the one in charge."
She slipped off her body-hugging leggings. She wore nothing underneath. Her waxed skin glistened with a sheen of sweat. Julian looked between her legs, and saw the neat cleft which he so desperately wanted.
Roxanne reached for her bag and took out a thin rope. She crawled up the bed, and placed it over his penis and around his balls, pulling it tight and knotting it.
He drew a sharp breath. He had married her for similar reasons, oddly. As a child, his mother had dominated him. Not sexually, but in every other way. Until the day she died (about six weeks before he met Roxanne), he had been at her beck and call. Whatever she asked, he did - no matter how bizarre - and some requests had been very bizarre.
Roxanne had been his first 'girlfriend', and he found it 'comforting' that she treated him like his mother - with the added bonus that she offered sex. The fact was, he liked being dominated.
Roxanne took his engorged cock in hand. She stroked it gently. The string around the base would stop him cumming too soon. She applied lubricant and began to wank him vigorously. Most men would have cum, but Julian's tied cock prevented him.
There was, however, only so long he could hold back, and he felt his cum begin to rise. Then she stopped. She released him and watched as his cock twitched, waiting for it to stop before she started again. This time she jerked rapidly, focusing on his sensitive head, and as he was about to ejaculate, she released him again.
A tear left his eye. He was desperate. He needed to finish, but the pressure on the base of his genitals, and her refusal to keep going as he was on the verge prevented it.
"Do you want to cum?" She asked.
"Yes... yes... oh god, yes."
She made him beg. Each time she would jerk him to within a sperm's head of exploding, then stop, leaving him twitching and desperate, his balls blue.
"Sometimes," she said, "I want more than this. I want fucking by a real man. And I want you to watch."
His eyes bulged. He had never considered such a thing. Could he really watch another man be treated like this, when it should be him? He shook his head.
"Fine. I'll be back in an hour." He gasped, not believing that she could just leave him here, so desperate. But he knew she could. She had left him before, and returned later, smiling, to finish him off. This time, though, he needed to finish. Plus his balls were painful.
"No." He gasped. "Come back."
She smiled, knowing she would get her own way.
"You're good with that? I fuck another man while you watch?"
He nodded, despite his reluctance. His mother had done similar things. If other children were around, she would treat them kindly, lovingly. She would indulge them with hugs and sweets, while telling them that Julian had been naughty and didn't deserve these things. Obviously, that was not sexual, but could it feel so different?
Back then, he had hated it and loved it in equal measure. Hated the unfairness, but loved the idea that his mother could be like this. Perhaps it would be the same with his wife? Seeing her differently would make him feel good. Or would she treat this other person like she treated him? Either way, there were positives.
"You can sit in the corner and jerk off if you like," she informed him. He smiled gratefully. "Or maybe we'll let you get involved - join in with us." He perked up. That sounded amazing. He had never really considered being with another man, but the thought was quite appealing. He nodded vigorously.
