I nodded my head.
She reached under the table and wrapped her hand around my penis, "I knew you would. We need this Tobias. I'm so happy you're on board."
"What do you need me to do Mistress?"
"Eat your dinner."
We talked about our days and finished our meals. She left the table. I cleaned up. She returned, bath towel in hand, and spread it out on the floor. She set a pillow on the floor. She then proceeded to strip, but left her bra on. She then laid down on the floor.
"Paula, I mean Mistress, I'm done in the kitchen. Should I get a bottle of baby oil? You'll need to take your bra off."
"My bra stays on. Go turn on the stereo. Put on some music I like. And turn off the lights. I want it dark while we do this. And, no baby oil for this massage."
I put on the music, turned off the lights, and joined her in the living room.
"Mistress, what do you need me to do?"
"Tobias, I'm going to relax and you're going to work. You're always telling me I have a great ass. Now I want you to show me how much you love my ass. Lay down between my legs. Put your face between my cheeks. Don't worry. I'm clean, but in the future I might not be so fresh, but for your first time I thought I should be. That's it. I want you to use your mouth on me. I can feel your breath on me. I'm happy you sound excited. Right down my crack and back up. I'm going to close my eyes. You'll keep licking until it's obvious I'm through or I tell you to stop. No touching except with your mouth."
I wasn't particularly squeamish and I loved her ass, but this was something we hadn't previously explored. In the past, she had been a bit averse about me being anywhere need her anus, shifting her body away if I accidentally licked her. Now she was encouraging me to make it my focus.
Her reaction certainly encouraged me as she groaned, "Your tongue feels absolutely amazing."
After five or so minutes of licking up and down her crack she said, "Go lower."
When my tongue came into contact with her anus she said, "Oh, God. Don't stop. Mrs. Mayweather was right. I need this. I'm going to want this a lot."
Paula's legs and buttocks were large and muscled. Imagine a female form with broad shoulders and chest, C-cup sized breasts, tapering into a well defined middle before flaring out into the buttocks and upper thighs of a running back. I had to burrow my face between those buttocks to latch onto her starfish shaped hole. It was a fight to get my tongue past that muscle, but I did.
Her reaction was positive and she encouraged me to French her asshole.
"I love it, love it, absofuckinglutely love it," she shrieked as she experienced her first orgasm from analingus.
I liked that I was able to give her so much pleasure. What wasn't so fun was what followed. She asked me to lay on top of her, but to behave. My erection was smack in the middle of her ass.
"You feel so warm. Thanks for doing that Tobias. It was a great way to unwind after the day I had."
She then told me about her day. My erection wilted. She asked me to get off of her. She took the towel and spread it out over the chair.
She sat down, draped a leg over each arm, and signaled she was ready.
"Go slow Tobias because I want to talk. It's a good thing you're so oral because our marriage would be in trouble if you weren't. There have been so few instances of me climaxing during intercourse and zero where my fingers or yours didn't help. I'm not complaining because I know there are women who never orgasm. I just think this is an opportune time for me to remind you that you are in debt to me. I outearn you and have yet to find something where I can't beat you. You wouldn't think it, but I'm even more in love with you now than when I first fell in love with you. It's because of your adoration, how my desires supplant yours. My goal is to make you push your wants into a remote corner of your brain and fill your mind with my wants. You will ask yourself all day what does my Mistress want and you will do your best to do it. You'll do it for little to no reward other than a chance to sit here and have my fingers rub your scalp. You'll do it because you know I deserve to be seated at the throne. You won't question my decisions, but unconditionally support them. That's it Tobias, lose yourself in my pinkness. When you imagine the two of us making love always picture your face pleasuring me, your tongue thrusting in and out of me."
Mistress went on quite a roll. I hadn't tuned her out so much as lost myself in the moment as her words sank in. I was inferior in so many ways. She deserved better. I owed her so much. What she demanded of me was small compensation. It felt right to be treated and thought of as her pet.
She experienced her second orgasm of the evening. She pushed my head away.
"Stop, Tobias. I need a break. Just sit there. Now, go get me a glass of wine."
I did my erection oozing precum. I handed her the wine. She ignored my arousal.
"Sit."
The only times I got up was to pour her another glass, to go to the bathroom or to get a drink, but only after I had been given permission to do so, or because she needed her feet massaged.
As I worked on her feet, she said, "I'm enjoying this so much Tobias. Don't worry if you're not because eventually my pleasure will be the source of yours."
She didn't ask me to wank that night or any other night for the next two weeks. She also told me not to masturbate.
"Channel that energy to pleasing me."
I did my best. My motivation in finding ways to make her happy started out as ninety percent desire to experience my own climax, but somewhere along the way my unrewarding climaxes became less of a motivator. It was as if a giant vagina had opened up beneath me and I had fallen in.
Two weeks turned into four as Paula joined me on the no climax wagon. She had read about men not having sex prior to a big fight or game who swore it improved their performance. She wanted to see if it was true. In some ways, it was a blessing to temporarily remove the sexual component from our marriage as we dove deeper into male submission and female domination. In other ways it was hell to be in our mid twenties and not having sex, By the day of the meet we were both very horny.
Tradition was the team traveled together in a bus and the families followed in separate cars. The bus was one of the old yellow school busses purchased at a vehicle auction. The last few rows of seats had been removed so the team could transport equipment. In those days it wasn't unusual for clubs to help out the team hosting the event by bringing
their own equipment. I was a bit apprehensive about Paula being in a bus with four wolves. She assured me she wasn't worried and pointed out the entire team would be in the bus, male and female, with a wide range of ages to include teen lifters.
"They'll behave. Their focus will be on the meet, not me. I'll sit with the other ladies on the team."
My fears were unfounded. We arrived at the meet. We had talked about arrival no the night before and getting a good rest, but there were lifters who couldn't afford the cost of a hotel. The team decided to do it all in one very long day. The meet was well run. It was nice to see a big crowd. Paula was a favorite at the meet. Not only was she freakishly strong she looked like a warrior princess out of a Conan comic.
I learned during the preparation for these meets it was all about training so one peaked at the right moment. The Russians and Eastern Europeans were applying science to Olympic weightlifting. Through articles and anecdotal evidence people started applying those techniques to how they trained for powerlifting. Not everything directly transferred, but a lot did.
Her deadlift and squat propelled her to victory as she competed against some other very strong ladies. The sport's popularity had skyrocketed. Gone were the days when a woman would have only one or two competitors in her weight class. She bested her field of thirteen. I was the ultimate voyeur at the meet soaking it all in. As master lifters, the senior leadership of the team both lifted and coached.
One of the stranger practices was the use of ammonia followed by a slap to the lifter's face. The theory was it would increase your aggression causing you to lift more. Tim and Bo did a lot of knee wrapping and unwrapping during the squat portions of the meet and assisting the lifters with putting on and off bench shirts. It wasn't sexy, but a part of me felt a bit aroused watching them prepare my wife for her lifts.
Even weirder was watching Rick who towered over Paula as he held the ammonia in front of Paula's face, see her inhale it, hear him yell at her followed by a pretty good slap across the cheek. My penis twitched more than a few times during the day. It was towards the end of the competition when Paula joined me in the audience. We were watching the male heavyweights compete. State and national records were broken.
Paula said she was ready to start breaking some records. I told her I was sure she had. I got up when the opportunity presented itself and asked the judges to check and see if Paula had set any records, They brought her up on stage and announced she had broken two national records. I was a bit upset at the favoritism shown towards the male heavyweights and wondered how many other weight classes had been slighted in an otherwise well run meet.
One of the judges told me there wasn't time to research all the weight classes and reminded me what they did was on a voluntary basis.
"Maybe you could do the research for us or better yet, put out a magazine."
The meet ended after the judges handed out the trophies. Paula took home four, best deadlift, squat, and winner in her weight class, She also won overall female lifter using the Reshel formula. The judges also reminded everyone of the national records she broke at the meet.
