He's mine now. I own him. It has taken some time and has not been easy, like most men, once the spirit is broken, the body can be easily conquered. But it hasn't always been like this. Once, my husband was a powerful man; a sharp business man with an eagle eye for a deal. He was rich and successful and could have had his pick of any woman - then he met me. I knew his latent submissiveness was there, just bubbling under the surface and waiting to be released, almost as soon as I met Bradley - I can always spot it. He had a way of looking at me, almost begging me with his eyes to take control of him and, when we eventually slept together, he would virtually worship my body. This has happened before and I'm told my body is worthy of adoration. At twenty seven years old, I'm almost twenty years Brad's junior. I have long, flowing strawberry blonde hair and deep blue eyes. My skin is young, fresh and tight over the curves of my body. I have long, slender legs that taper nicely to well turned ankles and pretty, small feet - my toenail polish always matches my fingers. But my most prized assets are my breasts. I take a size 38D bra - when I wear one - but the skin is soft yet firm and they sit high on my chest with not a trace of sag. My nipples are large and extremely sensitive and stand out a good half inch when aroused. But enough about me for a minute! You want to hear about the final vanquishing of my husband.
It all happened last month. I had almost completed Brad's training. He had succumbed to me in just about every way: I had merely to suggest the idea of pleasuring me and he would come scurrying to my room, sit patiently and obediently as I disrobed and then lap away between my spread legs for hours providing me with countless orgasms. I had also forced him to watch while younger, better endowed men took me. I always requested that they cum on me and would then demand my husband to lick the sticky mess from my body - he did this every time, even once when I gave one of my lovers a foot job. He came on my feet and then Bradley took each of my toes into his mouth and sucked them dry. Yes, his training was almost complete - there was just one final humiliation that would break him completely.
Sylvia was a local woman and as bisexual as myself. We had enjoyed several heated sessions in the past, but strangely, never when Brad was around. On the afternoon in question, I had been awaiting Sylvia's arrival at my home. It was a Saturday and Brad was watching some sports of some kind on TV. Sylvia was late and I was very horny. I had dressed for the occasion: black stockings and suspender, matching black panties and bra with red lace trim and high heeled black strappy sandals. I also wore a long robe for comfort until she was to arrive. I flopped on the sofa and pouted. I hated to be kept waiting, and Sylvia was almost always late. I looked at Brad. He was paying me no attention and just staring at the screen.
"Clean my shoes for me, slut-boy!" I suddenly cried. Brad looked up, his face immediately attentive.
"Mistress?"
I pointed one of my legs in his direction. "Clean them, before Miss. Sylvia arrives."
Brad rose from his chair without question and started towards the kitchen for the polish and dusters.
"No - with your tongue!" I demanded.
Brads face flushed with excitement and knelt in front of me. His head bent to my feet.
"But Mistress. They are new shoes - perfectly clean!"
I was not used to being questioned, but remembered that I had only purchased my footwear that morning. He was quite right, there was not a mark on them. A wicked thought struck me. I looked straight into his eyes. He stared back questioningly as I removed my left shoe and offered the heel to his lips. Brad's tongue protruded instantly and swept the length of the four inch spike coating the heel in saliva. I spread my robe and then opened my legs. He watched in awed fascination from his kneeling position as I pulled my panties to one side and exposed my clean shaved pussy. My slit was already damp and I brought the heel of my shoe up to my vagina and began to run it through the damp folds of my labia. I felt so nasty, so sexy as the spiked heel disappeared up into my hot tunnel and I spread myself wider. I moaned out loud as I used the makeshift dildo on myself, only stopping after I had trembled into a small orgasm.
"It's not clean now!" I said gasping my words as the climax subsided and handing the shoe back to my husband.
Brad took the sandal from my fingers without a word and began cleaning the heel with his tongue. His eyes closed as my flavour permeated his taste buds and sighed deeply. He licked and lapped at the footwear for a full five minutes before reverently replacing it back on my foot. His fingers stroked my stocking covered toes and I squirmed in joy as he slipped the shoe, Cinderella like, back onto my foot. I rose from the sofa and looked down at him. I told him I would wait for my lover in my bedroom and he was to let her in when she eventually arrived.
Sylvia was a little older than me but very fit. She loved sex in every form and the two of us made a great team when we took on other men. But what she liked the best, was a nice session with another woman. I liked having sex with her too - she had a great tongue and knew how to use it properly. On this occasion, she also brought with her a canvas bag filled with our favourite toys.
When we were both down to our underwear and kneeling on the bed like a couple of schoolgirls at a slumber party, she emptied the contents of the bag on to the quilt. There were dildo's of every shape and colour; most were large but some were huge! Vibrators that hummed and twisted; love balls; butt plugs strap-on's - they all tumbled out onto the bed.
Sylvia could see how hot and horny I was and the first thing she did was to remove my panties and ease me back against the headboard with my legs spread and bent at the knees. I shuffled down so that only my head was propped up and, with my legs spread and bent, my pussy and ass were perfectly accessible. Sylvia produced a thin, anal vibrator and, wetting it in her mouth first, proceeded to slide the invader into my rectum. I groaned deeply as I felt it penetrate me and gasped out loud when she flicked the vibrate switch. My whole body suddenly came alive and when she bent her head between my legs and slipped her tongue into my vagina, I came in a shattering climax of writhing, thrashing limbs.
Next it was Sylvia's turn. We started the same way - with the anal vib - but as much as she tried, she just didn't seem able to cum. I used toy after toy on her pussy and ass and even used a pair of clamps on her nipples (this had proved effective in the past) but it was all to no avail.
"Sorry, hon." she said in a hushed voice. I had never seen her like this before and asked her if anything was wrong.
"It's Danny. The bastards's gone out drinking again - Christ know's when he'll be back this time!"
Sylvia's husband Danny was notorious for his drinking binges. She'd been told to leave him on many occasions, but she always declined - it would be better next time, she always told us.
"I fucking hate him sometimes," she continued. "Sometimes I think I hate all men!"
She seemed a little angry now and a plan was hatching in my mind.
"I got an idea," I cried, leaping off the bed. "Back in a minute!"
Panty less and now wearing just my stockings and shoes I padded out onto the landing. I could still here the sounds of a football game or something similar from the TV downstairs.
