Author’s Note:
The book mentioned in this story doesn’t actually exist. Neither do the characters. It’s just a fantasy.
Where we left off:
My name is Dominia Sax and I’m a best-selling author of a female domination book called, “Self Discipline-The Femdom's 12 Step Guide to Domination Freedom.”
Step One - Self Spanking Mastery
Patsive’s (Patsy) bi-weekly spanking was his first step.
“I think you could spank yourself harder than I can spank you,” I posited. “I’d like to watch and see for myself.”
The transition of him learning to apply his punishment to himself would begin with spanking. A perfect place to begin. Right here; right now. I’d build the steps of self discipline on the foundation of self-spanking.
It couldn’t have gone any better! I sat in the chair watching while my husband spanked his own ass to a deep red color. All by himself, from his own hand, arm and wooden spoon. It was incredible! His eyes were pointing down the entire time. It was perfectly embarrassing and humiliating for him to spank his own ass. And to do it in front of me while I called my trusted friend SuzyQ was mortifying for him. She begged me to let her watch after hearing the swats through her phone. Since he’d been getting spanked for weeks now, I wanted his first solo experience to have a special ending.
I’d read about sphincter spanking. His tight little hole was being neglected, I pointed out. So I got out of the chair and showed him how to hold the wooden spanking spoon by the ladle. This allowed for him to use the handle as a swatting stick. His other hand was used to spread open his butt cheeks.
There was a popping sound when he connected with his sphincter perfectly. It was like a tiny bit of air was dispersed on impact. That, and he’d let out a little yelp. This was really fun! I told him he needs to increase his spanking regimen to 3x a week and he will add swatting his butt hole to his new solo routine. I wouldn’t be spanking him anymore. Three times a week, he must spank himself.
He wasn’t sure when to stop hitting his tender sphincter hole with the stick. A final outcome wasn’t measurable like a crimson red ass. And he didn’t ‘pop’ it perfectly with each attempt. I sensed that he was afraid to ask if he was done, so he just kept smacking his asshole with the stick end of his wooden spanking spoon. Maybe he liked it.
He must have. Because Patsy asked if he could eat his cum after. A request that normally hadn’t cum after a butt spanking. This time would be okay. Because it was the perfect opportunity to test out step two: the yoga plow, the self-facial, the roll up into a ball and eat his own cum next step of the self discipline plan.
Step Two - Cumeat Self Facial Mastery
I demonstrated for Patsy how to maneuver the yoga plow. He was to be in this position naked and rolled up into a ball the entire time he stroked. I stood over him. His submissive position was glorious!
“Open your mouth. Don’t wait for the cum. Always have your mouth open. Practice swallowing with me.”
And with that I spit a nice long saliva stream directly into his mouth. He swallowed. I spit again. And again. Landing streams of a new wet intrusion into his open mouth for him to swallow. It was like spurts of cum, but it was saliva for practice.
Then I surprised myself. I think because my mouth was dry I accidentally hocked a loogee. This was unplanned, by the way. A huge ball of unexpected snot was suddenly in my mouth. There was only one place it should go next. Yup. Gross, I know. Not proud of it. But I have to keep him guessing. Patsy eats cum; snot is practically the same thing.
He must not have heard it, gut when the thick chewy goo landed in his mouth, he certainly tasted it. Weirdly though, the slimy chunk triggered his brain...and his penis. Because as soon as he swallowed my snot load, he exploded squirt after impressive squirt of cloudy whitish cock snot directly into his open mouth.
Having never jacked off into his open mouth, he didn’t immediately swallow; he was still in his upside down position. An impressive load of milky cum formed a sizable pool in his mouth. It was exciting to see his discomfort and indecision about his pending snack. With one huge gulp-like downing of a shot, he swallowed all his own sperm like a proper submissive husband.
My self discipline program was going along perfectly. As Patsy got up to pee--while still naked--I redirected him to step into the bathtub.
Step Three - Golden Shower Self Facial Mastery
“I really need to pee,” Patsive whined.
“I know. Lay down in the tub.”
He assumed I was going to straddle him to pee on him. But this is self discipline, remember. He was about to learn his third step in solo self discipline. Besides, I don’t like urine play. So, this was the perfect solution.
“Yoga Plow position,” I instructed.
He still thought I was going to pee on him. Silly. He was about to pee on himself, while I watched! He couldn’t believe it. His eyes opened real wide when he realized he was about to give himself a golden shower. What did he need me for? I didn’t see what the difference was from me peeing on him versus him peeing on himself. Urine is urine. If he wanted to be peed on so badly, he could learn to do this everyday. (Not to mention that my best girlfriend SuzyQ has offered several times to shower him, too.)
Patsy unleashed a torrent of hot piss right at his face. He didn’t have any choice. His mouth was buttoned shut. I didn't make him open it. Another time. I did take out my phone to take a short snapchat video. SuzieQ roared seeing the short clip of my submissive husband rolled up into a ball while his penis pointed his own hot piss stream right at his face. You could hear the drain trickling as the urine splashed off his face.
“After your shower you need to go shopping. Your new sex life is about to drastically become way more submissive,” I teased.
My husband was going out to buy panties. I was throwing out all his male underwear while he showered. AND he was to buy a full set of bras. My expectation was that if he wanted to wear panties so much, he needed to wear a matching bra each day, too. This was the first time he showed any defiance, but that didn’t last long. He’d just need to figure out how many layers of clothes he’d have to wear to hide his new feminine ensemble. I wasn’t in the mood to tell him about the stockings and garters that would be required attire next month.
I wrote down his shopping list. This would be the moment he discovers the extent of my research and the intensely submissive and humiliating sex life he was about to live. It would be possible for him to predict future steps of his self discipline program by just mentally interacting with the shopping list. If he doesn’t walk out of this relationship now, he is truly going to get fucked. And I don’t only mean this literally.
The list: 15 panties, 15 bras, 3 varying sized butt plugs, a locking male chastity device (like a cb2000), 6 inch suction cup dildo, 18 inch two headed dildo.
“Don’t come home until everything on the list has been purchased,” I told him.
See! See! Boy is he going to get it. And get it good. He asked for it.
Step Four - Chastity Mastery
Since I decided on our wedding night my husband was never going to fuck me, it seemed logical to place his penis in permanent chastity. You know, to make sure he didn’t try and fuck anyone else. And when I went out to get laid, I didn’t want him masturbating at home. Orgasm denial is an important part of submission.
And if he got to watch me get fucked, I wanted it to be clear to my boyfriends that my cuckolded husband passively watches with his penis locked in his chastity device. So step four was permanent chastity. Patsy locked himself up in this silly looking device and gave me the keys. It was quickly and easily done.
Step Five - Date Night - Cuckold Cumeat Mastery
Every Friday night, my goal was to get laid. If I was dating someone, it was easy; if I wasn’t, I needed a fuck partner for the night. I’d have Patsy go through his phone contacts starting with Simon and then going down the list from there.
Whoever got lucky, Patsy got to eat their cum from my pussy once a week. This met one of his requests from his initial list. To keep our femdom marriage strong, I wanted to make sure his initial requests were met. It was also the only night he might get to see me nude--if I felt like it--mainly to get a taste of my butt hole (and what a surprise he’d get the first time his tongue digs a load of fresh cum from my ass.)
I’m often asked on my book tour how step five is self discipline. I challenge my audience to think of all the ways their submissive partner can and will eat cuckold cum in a solo environment. I watch pensive hands go up.
“From a condom? He could eat cuckold cum from a condom,” one woman offers.
Anytime, I concur. By himself anytime...I giggle.
“He could eat cuckold cum left over from a previous night,” a blushing sub male suggests.