My wife and I had experimented with BDSM in the context of "how kinky can we get" for quite some time in our marriage, but never considered it as more than just a sexual activity. It wasn't until my wife was looking up things on the internet to spice up our sex life that she came across a description of a true dom/sub relationship. She was floored by the way in which she could relate to the actual mindset of a submissive. She found a great appeal in the concept of surrendering yourself to another's will - someone who she could trust that completely. It offered her the ability to deal with certain issues accrued throughout her life in an atmosphere of emotional security on a totally different level than that which we were used to.
For instance, although I personally considered the variety of positions, techniques, and accessories with which we had experimented over the years to be a sign of a perfectly healthy sexual relationship, she still had conflicting feelings about enjoying things that some considered "dirty". She even entertained the notion on occasion that I was secretly turned off by her appetite and preferred a more vanilla lifestyle. The irony of this did not escape me - I was on the verge of having the most beautiful woman I know commit herself to being my sexual toy, and she was afraid that I didn't really want it! My duty seemed clear. As her master, I was obligated to show her exactly how much I appreciated everything she did or could conceive of doing in (or out of) the bedroom, as well as teaching her a few things that she didn't know about herself. What a tough job I had!! I could see that I needed to get to work right away.
I decided to begin in one area where I knew she felt insecure - oral sex. My wife has the most amazing mouth in the world, and I can easily get hard just by thinking about her lips swallowing the head of my cock. But she was personally not overly fond of oral sex, and had never actually gone "all the way" on a blow job. That was about to change. I knew that she would do it if I asked her to, but I wanted to make sure that she got as much pleasure out of pleasing me as a good subbie could. This meant that I first needed to get her comfortable with the idea so she wouldn't be distracted by negative thoughts, as well as helping her to realize how much it meant to me.
I started off by emailing her a couple of articles on both fellatio and cunnilingus. I told her that it couldn't hurt for both of us to learn more about technique in this area. The next time we made love, I took the honor of trying out my new skills first, to which she responded quite positively. Her clit is extremely sensitive, so I took my time working into it. At first, I only brushed my lips against her shaven mound, swollen and slightly moist at the edge of the lips from the extended foreplay that preceded the oral activity. She moaned softly and suddenly let her knees fall completely to sides, exposing the slight sheen of her pink inner lips. I stayed outside of her pussy, gently kissing her outer mound and applying slow, rotating pressure with my lips. She moaned lower, throatier, and pushed herself against my mouth as she dug her hands into the top of the mattress. I lightly ran the tip of my tongue along the open slit of her pussy, savoring the flavor, and she almost bucked me off the bed. I firmly grabbed both ass cheeks for support, and drew her back into me.
Within minutes I was alternating between licking, rubbing, and sucking the tender flesh around her clit until I could feel her tighten her legs in preparation for a generous orgasm. I quickly flicked my tongue several times across the now-exposed bud before gently kissing/sucking on it, and that was all it took.
"Sir, please, may I come?" she gasped as she frantically worked her hands into the mattress, legs trembling as she fought to hold back the rush. I had her trained well. I started to say yes, then merely nodded vigorously when I realized that my tongue was still inside her. The nodding action must have helped, because she screamed out an "Ohmigod!!!" that should have woken the neighbors, before reaching out to grab my shoulders in a death grip as she virtually came around my face. I continued to work her clit, slowing the pace somewhat as she finally relaxed around me, but proceeding with new determination once she came to rest.
"What are you doing?" she panted, sitting up to watch me in puzzlement. I didn't answer, but started massaging her clit from the outside again, occasionally flicking my tongue back in. Within a few seconds she got the point and lay back down again with a soft sigh, wiggling her hips into a more comfortable position. I alternated this with short bouts of lightly spanking her tender mound, until her second orgasm overtook her like a strong aftershock. I didn't object to her not asking permission this time. After a more prolonged recovery, she sat up, smiled, and asked, "Now, how may I service you?"
I grinned right back at her, knowing how she could service me, but now was not the time. I had special plans for the main event. Currently, we were still in training. I sat up on the edge of the bed and motioned her closer.
"Please," I requested, "my cock is so in need of attention. I want you to take it in your hand." She looked up into my eyes and smiled again, then reached out without taking her eyes off me and slowly wrapped her cool, slim fingers around my hot, engorged shaft. Dear God!! I cannot begin to describe the sensation of gazing into my wife's beautiful green eyes, kindled with that special fire reserved for times like these, while her hand gently slid up and down my penis. She quickened the pace while making the strokes lighter, occasionally slowing to caress the throbbing head of my dick - and all the while never taking her eyes off mine. I had to clear my throat twice before I could speak. "Now, please, I need to feel your mouth on my cock. Please kiss it for me."
She paused for a second, smiled again, then lowered her eyes demurely and murmured, "Yes, Sir," before surrounding my organ with moist, gentle kisses while I told her how beautiful she was and how much I enjoyed what she was doing . "You have the hands of an angel and the mouth of a devil," I uttered on one occasion. When I finally got to the point where I desperately needed to feel more of her mouth on my cock, I instructed my wife to start licking the shaft only, not the head. After a few minutes of this, the end of my cock felt like it was going to explode from neglect. "Now, please," I hissed, as coherently as possible, "swallow the whole damn thing!"
She responded immediately, and the sudden feeling of hot, wet talented mouth on the too-long deprived head made me almost come in seconds. I controlled myself, though, and let her continue for a few more minutes, switching between sucking me as far into her mouth as she could, and working my shaft with quick licks and nips. I leaned back and watched her, long auburn hair spilling around her face and the mattress as she moved her head up and down. With this view, and after a particularly intense bout of sucking, I could feel myself getting close to orgasm. I let her taste the pre-cum, then forced myself to tell her to stop sucking. "Please," I blurted, "make me come with you hand."
This was only the second time that I had ever asked her to do this, and she looked surprised for a second. But she quickly composed herself and started firmly pulling my shaft with a short, "Yes Sir". She worked my cock magnificently, wrapping her hand partially around the glans for a fantastic sensation, occasionally rubbing it against her erect nipples. All the while I told her how wonderful the blow job had been, and how good she was at making me come. She must have heard something in my voice near the end, because she quickened the pace one last time, leaning in close to catch my cum on her tits as an added bonus while I spurted uncontrollably. I leaned back on the bed, exhausted, but not yet finished with her training.
