Our Dynamic

My wife, Clarissa, is just as captivating as the day I met her, roughly fifteen years ago. Clarissa, or Clara, as she prefers to be called, is my goddess. She is a tall buxom brunette with bronzed skin, dark green eyes and luscious pouty lips. The odd thing about her is, she always has a permanent smirk plastered on her face, almost as though she'd just heard a dirty joke. She has always had a dominant streak and is in command of most situations. Especially at work, where she leads a team of sixteen employees as a manager at a financial investment firm. She is a dragon and most people are afraid of her. It is one of the things I find most enticing about her.

In the bedroom, it's hard to explain just how mind-numbingly incredible she is and I'm saying this after almost fifteen years of marriage. The thing is, the most exciting part about our sex-life, isn't actually the sex itself: it's the lead up, it's the teasing, it's the in between and it's the connection afterward. The penetrative sex itself is brief and quick, but the lead up is what always gets me. As I mentioned, she is dominant and enjoys belittling me and putting me down. In fact, it's something I encourage and desperately long for. I love that my wife often plays that role and she plays it to a tee.

I remember that one fateful day, sitting her down and asking her to make fun of the size of my genitals. I was met with shock, concern and resistance. She was mortified and rather put off by my request, insisting that size didn't matter and that she really didn't want to hurt my feelings. Initially, it was quite hard to get her on board. "I'm not going to make fun of the man I love" she'd say. I even dropped hints on phrases and the types of things I wanted her to say. Slowly but surely, she began to feed little insults into our lovemaking, little things such as "is it in yet?" and the occasional wave of the pinky. Before too long, she was making little penis comments about me in public. After every incident, she'd check in on me, concerned that she'd gone too far. I simply smirked and egged her on to go even further.

From there, our relationship evolved. She slowly became more dominant, more controlling.

There was one particular evening however that really solidified the change that I was pushing for and once we crossed over this line, there was no going back. When we were first dating, Clara would regularly give me blowjobs. I must admit, she is quite skilled at playing my little flute and always leaves me wanting more. Nothing is better than feeling those wet hot lips on my throbbing eager member. But after we got married, it became a weekly thing, then it became a monthly thing and before too long, it had become a yearly thing. Something that only really ever happened on my birthday.

I remember asking for it once only to be met with rage. She was furious and declared, rather passionately that if I were to ever flat out ask for it ever again, the answer would always be no. It would be something that she would have to offer up herself. In other words, I was prohibited from requesting head. Something broke inside of me and I fell in to despair, not quite knowing just what the hell to do. But, not wanting to further dig a hole for myself, I let it go. I stewed internally as my angst grew and grew.

Anyway, back to that fateful evening. We were enjoying a bottle of sparkling wine and she was rather lucid. So I decided, it would be a fantastic opportunity to broach the subject with my intoxicated wife. Drunk, silly Clara is more willing than sober scowling Clara. So I admitted to her, more than anything, I'd like regular blowjobs from her, just like 'the old days'.

She looked me over with an impish grin. What she said next shook me to my very core. She went on to admit that she 'loved' giving blowjobs. She then went on an intoxicated ramble about how she'd blow her ex-boyfriend multiple times a day. I was completely dumbfounded and gob smacked, so I asked, "why don't you do that with me?"

Again, I was met with an impish grin as she pondered. "He was just different" she declared, a bemused smirk washing over her as she glazed beyond me, reminiscing about her youth, "he was so masculine, in command, sexually aggressive" she paused for a moment before meeting my gaze, "sexually dominant.... His cock was bigger too" she grinned, "so much bigger.... I'd say he was... double the man you are" she held up her fist to make her point, grinning from ear to ear, enjoying this perhaps a little too much.

Then she dropped a truth bomb on me.

"Giving head is an act of submission" she paused, looking me up and down, "I've never felt submissive for you" she said. I gulped nervously, unable to fathom any sort of response. "Blowjobs are reserved for alpha men, not whiney little boys" she said, waving her pinky finger at me. God she was cheeky. All too suddenly, I felt light headed and, without warning, it happened: I ejaculated in my pants. Clara looked on, confused at first as I groaned and grunted, humping the air. Looking down at my crotch, it was hard not to notice a wet patch forming between my legs. This took her completely by surprise as her eyes met mine in shock, with her mouth agape. I was mortifyingly embarrassed, unable to fathom any type of response. I came in my pants without stimulation while my wife teased me about the size of my genitals, casually goading me that I was not man enough to receive fellatio. All too suddenly, she erupted in laughter, laughter from within. She found it utterly hysterical and I could tell, she was drunk with this power she had over me. It was also quite clear that this was a game. Although her admission was all true, it was a game and I liked it. No, she didn't give me head that night, nor has she since, but it was the beginning of my sexual torture and the evening she took it to the next level. I didn't even have to ask for it. I spent the remainder of that evening with my head between her legs, bringing her to orgasm with my tongue as she recounted tales of her superior ex-boyfriend, highlighting how much more manlier, superior and sexually gifted he was compared to me.

From that night onward, things were different. She'd become more sexually dominant and aggressive towards me. Quite often, when we were out, she'd point out men who she felt were attractive. She'd also comment on the size of 'hands', 'feet' and go out of her way to ogle men, just to further tease and embarrass me. I know it sounds silly, but I really got quite aroused by the idea of my wife lusting for other men, better men. Bigger men. It didn't end there. There would be subtle small penis comments here and there, sometimes just randomly out of the blue, "I bet he's got a bigger dick than you" she'd say, pointing to some random stranger in passing, loud enough for everyone to hear, "It must suck for you to have nothing between your legs but hot air!" Sometimes, I'd get a snicker, or a light chuckle from bystanders overhearing.

I remember one particular evening, we were showering together. I nuzzled her neck as I proceeded to lather up her perfect body. Wrapping around, she clasped my eager member, gently pumping it, "it's so funny" she said, softly. "What's funny?" I responded, unsure as to where she was headed with this. "I could hold Brad's cock with both hands! He had a powerful weapon between his legs, but you...." She paused, turning to face me, "you're just okay with two fingers" she added with a grin. I looked down and sure enough, she was jerking me off with only her thumb and index finger, "you have such a nice little dick, so safe and non-threatening" she declared. I was close, on the edge, "I couldn't even make a fist around Brad's cock!" she squeezed the tip of my penis to make her point, "but you're so little and sweet! Barley there! It's such an adorable little pee pee" that's all it took, I climaxed all over her thighs as she laughed and laughed at me. The thing is, I know that all this was actually true. Her ex Brad was well endowed and was quite the gifted lover. She then went on to say that owners of large cocks tend to be themselves, large cheating cockheads. She was happy with me, I was safe, stable and cute. An adorable hubby with an adorable safe little dicky.

She knew just how to keep me red faced and embarrassed, drawing out my deep desire for humiliation. On one particular evening, we were headed out with her friends for a night out on the town. I was dressed in a sharp suit and she was wearing a very tight evening gown. I felt good about myself, I was confident, I was in control and in charge.... But on the way out the door, she leaned into me and said, "I told one of our friends about you." I stood back, confused, examining her face as she shot me an evil sadistic grin, "told them about me?" I asked, suddenly scared. All she could do was nod, "uh-huh" with the wave of a pinky, "I told them all about your little secret" she added smirking at me. I cleared my throat, suddenly anxious, "who did you tell?" I asked in desperation, with hopes of avoiding this particular person. Instead, I was met with a chuckle, "Oh I'm not telling you that!" she declared before adding, "We'll be late! Let's go!" with that, she powered on through the door as I trailed behind, overwhelmingly anxious. Needless to say, my confidence pretty much evaporated and I spent the rest of that evening trying to avoid everyone as my ears burned in deep humiliation. Every snicker, every smile, every whisper, every smirk put me on edge and I found myself feeling extremely paranoid. My wife loved it and at the end of the evening, when we were alone in bed, she broke character to ask me, "was it too much?" to which I responded by flipping her over and diving into her, climaxing in a matter of seconds as she laughed and laughed at me, "oh that was some kind of record!" she teased, "I guess next time I'll take it further" she added with an evil knowing smirk.

I guess you could say I created a monster and now that she had unveiled her evil sadistic side, there was no going back. In fact, it seemed to intensify as time went on.

I run a small business with an old college buddy of mine. Harry and I manufacture plastic joints for building and construction purposes. Harry is the face of the company. He is the one who reaches out to prospective clients and who manages all the major accounts. I do everything else in the background but mostly what I do, is try to make Harry look good. To his credit, Harry is a confident guy with an outgoing type A personality. He is what you would call classically handsome with a wide frame and a muscular physique. His wife, Gloria is an exotic beauty, with long strawberry blonde hair and one hell of an athletic body. I always get light headed when I'm around her.

On one particular evening, my wife and I were out on a double date with Harry and Gloria. It was going well, we were boring the ladies as we both prattled on about the business with hopes of expanding and moving on to a bigger site the following year.

As a foursome, we all got along pretty well. My wife and Gloria were friendly enough to the point where we could have a regular 'get together'. That particular night in question was the eight year anniversary of being in business together and it was really a casual celebration and an opportunity to discuss what we were going to do for the staff Christmas party. Harry suggested hiring out a whole bar with an open tab. I instead suggested an afternoon outing, playing mini golf. In the end, we played 'rock, paper, scissors' in order to decide and, I won. Harry was slightly irritated, going out of his way to say that adults want to unwind with a drink at the end of the year, rather than play mini golf like teenagers. Eventually, he caved and succumbed to the idea when, after showing him on my phone, that they had wait staff on this course who could bring you alcoholic beverages throughout the day. "Okay! I guess that's fine then" he declared before getting up out of his seat, "I'll be back. I gotta take a leak" he said before wondering off to the men's room.

That's when Clara leaned into me and, in a whisper said, "I bet Harry's got a bigger dick than you." I froze in shock, staring back at her with my mouth agape as she grinned at me. Then, loudly she added, "Go and find out! I really want to know!"

This was enough to capture Gloria's attention, "Find what out?" she asked, confused.

Anxiously, I rose up out of my seat, "uhhh...." I began, nervously, trying to come up with something, "I'm just going to check the lottery results" with that, I was quick to follow Harry into the John. On my way, I glanced back over my shoulder only to notice Gloria and Clara casually chatting. Gloria was listening intently before erupting in laughter, slowly glancing over in my direction. Her eyes darted back to my wife as she enthusiastically nodded, as if she were agreeing with something. I shuddered, petrified, not at all knowing just what the hell Clara just told her.

However, I powered on, entering the men's room.

Harry was alone, by the urinal, taking a long piss. I took a deep breath and stood by the urinal next to him. In my mind, I knew this was wrong but.... My wife had given me an order. Find out if Harry had a bigger dick. Fishing my own dick out of my pants, I slowly glanced over at what was in Harry's hands. It was a quick glance, barley noticeable, but enough to confirm that he was indeed more of a man than I could ever be. His thick masculine cock sat in the palm of his right hand as a steady stream of piss flowed. I looked back down at my own little dick. I held it with my thumb and index finger, suddenly with stage fright, unable to pee. I couldn't help but notice just how small and underdeveloped I looked by comparison. Between my fingertips, it looked like I was holding onto a pink thimble.

"Just think of flowing water" he said, realizing my inability to get a stream going.

I let out a nervous laugh as he stuffed his anaconda back into his trousers before exiting the John. As soon as he left, I began to pee. Having such a short little dick, I managed to not only miss the urinal, but I accidently pissed all over the front of my trousers and all over my sneakers.

When I emerged from the bathroom, it was hard not to tell that I had a 'little accident'. Harry and Gloria noticed, but were very much embarrassed for me, looking away, trying to save face. My wife however, let me know it, snickering to herself which made it plainly obvious to everyone looking on that I wet myself, not on purpose, but because my little penis couldn't reach the urinal. When I sat down, she leered at me with an impish grin, marveling in the embarrassment I was feeling in that particular moment. Before too long, desert came and the conversation shifted.

Later that night, on the drive home, Clara leaned into me, kissing my ear, "well?" she asked, giddy.

"Well what?" I responded.

"Was he bigger?" she asked, smiling mischievously.

I looked back at her and grinned nervously, confirming her suspicions. "How big?" she asked, prodding further.

"Uhh...." I began, "it's a flesh colored Redbull can" I said, in almost a whimper.

Clara sat back with an amused smirk, pondering to herself, "wow" she said aloud, clearly impressed. I looked over at her, examining her face, only to confirm that she was in a deep daydream, "I'm not at all surprised. He does give off big dick energy" she inhaled sharply before letting out a semi satisfied long winded sigh, "Gloria is so lucky to have such a man!" she added before looking back at me, "You're just a little boy" a snicker escaped her lips, "who wets himself" she added as she erupted in laughter. I clasped the wheel tightly, trying to maintain my composure, but also, trying hard not to blow another little load in my pants.

When we made it home, she was quick to jump me and unfortunately, I was so pent up, it was all over in seconds. My limp little noodle was spent and no amount of effort was going to make him come back to life again that night. Of course Clara found this hysterical, but she was also wanting to get her own rocks off. For the next forty minutes I sat on the edge of the bed as she played with 'Bruce' our comically oversized dildo. She brought herself to multiple orgasms that night, with very little input from me. The thing was, this would slowly become the norm for us. Once I shot my little load, I was done for the night. At first she was frustrated, but she soon learnt to embrace the power she had over me. It was also fun to watch her shudder and climax on a fake rubber phallus, knowing full well that I could never make her react that way with what I had dangling between my legs.

When our staff Christmas party finally came, my wife took things to yet another level and this time, no amount of damage control could undo what Clara had done to my image. It would forever be tarnished and although at the time, I felt she'd gone too far, it still aroused me beyond comprehension. She could tell too, which made her intensify her efforts to publicly embarrass me. The peculiar thing was, it didn't come from a place of playful dominance, it came from somewhere else altogether.

The day began innocently enough though.

We all arrived at the club and proceeded to have a good time. The day began with drinks, followed by lunch and then, a round of mini golf. Our business has roughly eight employees and we are all pretty close knit. We have an accounts team, a sales team and a manufacturing team. The invitation was also extended to the courier company we use, all in all: our staff, their staff and their partners, we were a pretty big group. The bar tab alone, cost us a fortune and by the time we were ready to play a round of mini golf, everyone was well and truly lucid. Everyone was fairly drunk and rowdy. Clara in particular became quite intoxicated and whenever she does, she very much let's her hair down and becomes brutally honest with everyone around her.

After lunch, we all split up into teams. All in all it was an 18 hole Disney themed course and, it was Clara and I, versus Harry and Gloria. Unfortunately, when I made the booking, I was unable to book the whole course for just my team, which essentially meant that we'd be sharing the course with other patrons. It was fine by me, but I'm sure our drunken team started to annoy people just wanting to play a round of mini golf. In other words, we got in the way and became quite a burden. The manager of the course even approached me at one point, requesting that I hone my staff in and encourage some manners.

As the day went on, we all of course, got more and more inebriated. This was clear to me, when I noticed we were indeed keeping other patrons waiting behind us.

I had to do a double take when I noticed two blonde bombshells, patiently waiting for us to play on through. Both had to have been in their early twenties. Both were busty, both were athletic and both were wearing little skimpy outfits. Both were overwhelmingly womanly with delicate manicured fingernails, caked on foundation and neatly styled hair. They actually looked like they were heading out to a nightclub rather than playing mini golf. Both were also wearing stiletto heels. They stood out and I not only found it hard to focus on the game before me, I also found it increasingly hard not to stare. Unfortunately, my wife caught me looking and thus, my fate was sealed.

As we played on, it became impossible to avoid them. "Fancy meeting you here!" the taller on said to me with a sly grin. It was all harmless banter and I decided to engage with them as we continued on. They actually seemed to respond well to me and we eventually began a friendly back and forth, which seemed to irritate my wife.

After a while, it became clear that they were both openly flirting with me. In all honesty, I was just being friendly, but they seemed to laugh at every joke and listen to every story with great focus. It was clear to me that they were both interested in me, at least on some level. At one point, one of them even asked me if I was single. "Sorry ladies, I'm taken" I joked, which caused everyone to laugh. Little did I know, my Clara was furious, especially since neither of them noticed that she was my wife. Eventually, she'd had enough and decided to put an end to it.