I have a lot of kinks, and to my never-ending joy, the woman I married enjoys most of them. She dominates me, locks my cock in a chastity device, occasionally whips me, and allows me to indulge my unending lust for her feet.
So that makes it hard to explain why I have never asked her to erotically humiliate me.
It came up a couple of times, in passing, and she said that she loves me too much to say degrading things to me. She even insists that my cock is a decent size and refuses to let me say its small (which, frankly, it is).
And so, when she is not at home, I find myself watching point-of-view humiliation videos and wondering what it would be like to have my wife do that to me in person. My fantasy has grown, and now I'm going to write it out and share it in a bid to get it out of my system. Enjoy!
(and before you read and say, 'wow, that's unrealistic' at some parts, I repeat, it's a fantasy!).
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The fantasy begins with my wife's feet, obviously. My wife and I have a big bed, nice and high off the ground. She just needs to lie on it with her feet on the edge and they are perfectly at the right height for my cock as I stand by the bed. She lies there, gorgeous in her nudity, and beckons me close. Instantly excited by the sight of her sexy curves and full tits, I quickly get naked (or maybe I am already, I rarely wear clothes in our apartment) and approach the bed.
"Please, Mistress, may I...?" I ask, looking at her toes.
"Yes, slave, you may," She replies in a seductively commanding voice that I love. Sometimes I think she could just use that voice and I would cum for her.
At once I bend down, licking and kissing her toes, breathing deep of their sweaty aroma. Within moments my cock is at its full 4 inches (a solid inch below the average) and leaking precum. Without even realising it I have my erection in hand and am idly stroking.
"I didn't tell you to do that," Warns my dominant wife.
"Sorry, Mistress!" I gasp, forcing my hand away from my cock. Oh, she loves to tease me, perhaps even to the point of not letting me cum at all! I focus instead on her feet, turning my adoring worship into a massage. My wife loves my foot rubs, and happily takes advantage of my foot fetish to have her sooth her aching feet whenever she feels like it.
After a while I notice her start to moan, that little whimper of anticipation that lets me know that my love is really getting into it. I continue kissing her feet, but now begin to move onto the bed. My head stays down, licking and kissing my way slowly up her leg as I crawl over her. At one point, I ensure that my cock brushes her toes as it moves past her feet, and I shudder at this briefest but sweetest of touches.
Finally, my mouth reaches her pussy, and no commanding Mistress voice has ordered me to stop. I know my role, and eagerly begin to eat her out. Her pussy tastes so damn good, and her immediate gasps of pleasure tell me that I am doing a good job. I just want to pleasure her, and my entire being becomes focused on making my Mistress-wife cum. I lick and lick and tease and tease, for as long as it takes.
Eventually I hear her begin to cry out, a stutter at first, a few sharp gasps of breath, and then her whole body shudders as she cries out with a moan of orgasmic pleasure. I love to see her climax, that wanton look on her face, and wait until it has passed. Finally, my wife's eyes regain focus and she looks at me, a wicked smile on her lips.
I wonder at her next words. Will I be allowed to jerk off? Will I be allowed to (dare I hope!) stick my cock between her feet and fuck them till I cum? Or will she just say that maybe I can cum tomorrow and then dismiss me?
"I bet you want to touch your cock, don't you, slave?" She asks.
"Oh yes, Mistress!" I answer at once, voice desperate.
And here, the reality of above (which is a normal day for us) shifts to the fantasy of below, because my wife would never say what comes next.
"Yeah, I know. You love wanking that tiny, pathetic excuse for a cock, don't you?" She says with a sneer.
I'm stunned by her bluntness, but find myself nodding in agreement. "Yes, Mistress... I love wanking..." I confess.
"Say the whole thing!" She snaps angrily.
"Yes, Mistress! I love wanking... my tiny... pathetic... excuse for a cock..." I say, my 4-inch erection straining as I get so turned on by the admission.
"That thing can't satisfy me, or any woman," My wife tells me, pleased by my obedient recitation.
"Yes, Mistress... this thing can't satisfy you... or any woman..."
"Wankers like you don't get to have sex," She says confidently, drilling her words into my mind. "You live only to fap to superior women!"
"Wankers like me... don't get to have sex..." I say, accepting her words. "I live only... to fap... to superior women..." Oh fuck, I know it's true! How could my tiny dicklet possibly please a woman like my wife?
"Good slave," Says my Mistress. "Now, go to the cupboard, fetch your largest butt plug and some lube, and come to the living room."
With that she rises from the bed, throwing a gown over her glorious nude form, and exits. I too begin to move, but notice that my rock-hard erection is licking pre-cum, so I rub some on my hand and lick it off before it falls on the bed. Then to the cupboard where we keep our sex toys, and I find the butt plug in question. I love having my ass filled as I wank, and I am hoping that this is what Mistress will tell me to do.
To the living area, and my wife is lounged out on our long couch. The table that is usually before it has been shoved aside, creating a space. With a lazy gesture my wife points to the floor before her, and I drop to my knees.