Early on in our relationship my wife suspected I was sexually submissive, she had already discovered I had a foot fetish. Confirming her suspicion one evening led to a night of amazing sex and a change in our relationship. While we still have a fairly typical marriage in most ways, my wife is in complete control of our sex life and of course me. She is my Goddess and I am her Slut.
Over the past year Goddess has found new ways to reinforce her dominance and control over me. One of the first conditions of my servitude was orgasm control, I am only allowed to come with her permission. She soon added another. I now have to eat my cum each time I'm allowed an orgasm. I have been eating my own cum for almost a year now and have come to enjoy both the act and the taste.
Next Goddess replaced all my underwear with panties. I now have a collection of "everyday" panties and panties I only wear when serving her. I am also required to hand wash Goddess's panties along with my own each night before I go to bed.
A little while later Goddess handed me a beard trimmer and razor, and said, "Go upstairs and trim your pubic hair and shave your cock and balls. When you're done meet me downstairs." After doing as ordered I found Goddess sitting in the lounge room drinking coffee. She looked up and ordered me to remove my shorts and panties. She inspected my work closely before saying, "Much better, from now on you will keep your pubic hair trimmed and your cock and balls clean shaven."
The most recent way Goddess has found to reinforce her dominance is through pantyhose. Let me explain.
I have always had a thing for pantyhose, in particular pantyhose clad feet, but sadly Goddess rarely wears them. On those occasions when she does I always do my best to be able to see, touch and even smell her pantyhose clad feet.
Once Goddess realised I had a pantyhose fetish she began to wear them more often. She also took every opportunity to tease me with her pantyhose clad feet. She started leaving her pantyhose on all evening and would place her feet in positions where I could see and smell them.
Unable to endure a third straight evening of teasing I asked, "Goddess?"
"Yes, what is it Slut?" she said as she looked up from what she was doing.
"Goddess, would you like a foot massage?"
"That's sweet of you Slut but I'll take a rain check. I'm a little tired and I'm going to curl up in bed and read my book for a while. Be a dear and tidy up down here before you come upstairs." she replied.
"Oh, I'll leave my panties in your bathroom, that way you won't disturb me if I'm asleep when you come upstairs." she added.
After tidying up I headed upstairs and on entering my bathroom noticed Goddess had also left her worn pantyhose in the sink. Unable to resist I picked them up and sniffed the feet savouring their scent. Little did I know Goddess had quietly entered my bedroom and was watching me.
The next morning as Goddess entered the kitchen and poured herself a coffee I noticed she was already dressed for work and was wearing pantyhose again. I found myself staring at her feet as we chatted about the day ahead. Finishing her coffee she kissed me goodbye and said she'd message me later.
Mid-morning my phone buzzed, it was a message from Goddess, "Sorry for leaving my pantyhose in your bathroom last night, I hope they didn't stink the place out?"
"All good, I didn't smell them," I replied.
"You'll have to sniff harder next time in that case, LOL. See you at home, love you."
"See you later, love you too," I replied, wondering what Goddess meant by her "sniff harder" comment. I spent the rest of the day worried I'd been found out somehow.
When I got home Goddess was already in the kitchen preparing dinner. I poured us both a glass of wine and as I handed one to Goddess looked down quickly to see if she was still wearing pantyhose, she was.
We chatted over dinner and as there was no mention made of our messaging early I began to relax. As we finished eating I said, "My turn to clean up."
"Good," she replied. "I've been looking forward to putting my feet up. Oh, and I'll take you up on that foot massage when you're finished."
My heart rate jumped and my cock began to harden at the thought of finally being able to touch her pantyhose clad feet. I quickly cleaned up and almost ran to the lounge room.
As I entered Goddess looked at me and said firmly, "Strip down to your panties Slut, then kneel with your hands behind your back."
I quickly took off my clothes, folded them and placed them on a chair. Goddess sat quietly watching me as I obeyed. Once I was in position Goddess looked down at me with a stern look on her face. Realising I had obviously done something wrong I quickly dropped my eyes to her feet.
"When were you going to tell me Slut?" Goddess demanded.
I looked up at her in a state of confusion. "Tell you what, Goddess?" I stammered.
"I watched you sniffing my pantyhose last night. When were you going to tell me about your pantyhose fetish?" she asked.
As my face flushed with shame and embarrassment, and the realisation I had been caught out, I muttered, "I'm sorry Goddess, I was just worried what you'd think if you found out."
"There's no need to be ashamed Slut, there's nothing wrong with being sexually aroused by pantyhose." she said easing my feelings of guilt and shame.
"Thank you Goddess for being so understanding," I said gratefully.
"That's OK Slut. Now promise, no more secrets from Goddess."