My Femdom Wife

This story is fiction and it portrays my dream of being a slave to my dominant Wife. Any resemblance of the people in this story to anyone else is purely coincidental and not true. When referring to Her I use capital letters because it infers that She is superior to me.

When I was a youngster in my teens I spent a lot of time outside playing basketball and baseball with my buddies. We were very competitive and each game seemed like it was the most important game of our lives.

My name is Dave Hill and I am 35 years of age. I have spent the last 10 years serving my leggy Wife as Her personal slave. It was not my idea to become her slave but She, through hypnosis, controlled my thoughts and I was unable to stop Her, even to the point where I learned to accept and enjoy my role.

I first met Her at a playground after my pals and I had just finished another hard fought game on the basketball court. We played three on three, won by my team (of course), and immediately afterwards they all had to leave, which left me all alone at the court. Instead of leaving, too, I just shot some hoops by myself when I noticed on another court there was a beautiful young lady shooting by Herself.

Although I was soon about to leave I didn't because the young lady walked over to me and introduced Herself as Kirsten Baker. She was much prettier up close and She looked to be about 5'11", which meant She was an inch taller than me. She was wearing short shorts (hot pants) and Her legs were magnificent.

She asked me if I cared to play Her one-on-one, and when I hesitated She teased me by asking if I was afraid to lose to a Female. I told Her I would take it easy on Her and She said I should play my hardest because She was going to.

We started the game with me getting the ball first and it went downhill from there. She destroyed me by a score of 21 to 5, with each basket being one point. It was a warm, humid day and when the game was over I was tired and sweating a lot as I sat on a bench near the court. Kirsten stood next to me and seemed like She just came out of air conditioning. She wasn't sweating at all! Teasingly she rubbed it in that She whipped me so easily, smiling all the time with a beautiful smile on Her pretty face. We began dating shortly after that.

Kirsten and I became an item in our hometown of Idaho Falls. After we graduated from high school we both stayed at home and entered the work force. Kirsten landed a nice job as office manager at a local fitness club and I was able to get a good job as maintenance technician at a mall. We loved each other very much and I was looking forward to a long, happy life with my Sweetheart.

Our wedding was great and the reception afterward was super. We danced many times together and we danced with others too. Our wedding night was superb as we finally had sex, Kirsten coming into the marriage a virgin. Kirsten was tremendous in bed and insisted on being on top. I couldn't have been happier in that position because not only was my seven inch cock inside that gorgeous Lady but my hands couldn't keep off Her dynamite thighs. I should have been aware of why Kirsten wanted to be on top but I was way too excited to suspect anything.

While on our honeymoon on the islands She asked me something that surprised me. Actually She told me what was on Her mind as I listened while we were in bed and She wearing only Her bikini panties. She told me She always felt that when She got married Her husband would accept HER last name as his. I reluctantly said okay and She happily told me that She already had signed the necessary papers to get it done.

Our legal married names were to be Mrs. and Mr. Kirsten Baker instead of Mr. and Mrs. David Hill. Unknown to me at that time Kirsten was beginning to take over our marriage and it all began so subtly. I know now that Her suggestion of me taking Her last name was just the beginning of something much bigger but I was so in love with this Woman and especially Her knockout legs that I didn't see what was in store for our marriage.

One of the first things Kirsten did was get me to wrestle with Her in bed. She always made it competitive and told me that if I wanted to have sex with Her I had to pin Her. I tried my best but I never was able to get Her on Her back so I could pin Her arms and slide my 7 inch dick into Her. She always wound up on top of me and, after teasing me, would slide up on my face and make me lick Her pussy until She came. With Kirsten being so strong and fit I was unable to push Her off me and I had to suffer Her humiliation of tease and denial. It wasn't until later that I realized that She controlled my mind to force me to not be able to win and accept Her rule of no sex.

So far, 10 years later, I only made love to my Wife one time and that was on our wedding night. And the worst thing about it is that I have become adjusted to that type of marriage. I now realize that almost 10 years ago Kirsten began giving me some sort of potion that made me lose all control of my mind. I didn't know it then and now there's nothing I can do about it. As long as She keeps giving me that potion She has control over me and because of that control She indoctrinated me to not resist Her.

I do all the housekeeping for my dominant, lovely, sexy Wife. I am not allowed to make love to Her as She has removed any desires I had. When She is in a good mood She will instruct me to lick Her pussy until She climaxes but She will not permit me to have an erection.

Sometimes Kirsten will invite a friend over to our house and I am to wait on both of them hand and foot. They usually end up in the bedroom where they close the door and tell me they cannot be disturbed. Last week it was Kirsten's good friend from work, a gorgeous brown haired lady named Carol. Of course I had to serve them both until they disappeared into the bedroom where they stayed until morning. I had to sleep on the living room sofa even though there are two guest bedrooms. Kirsten didn't want me sleeping in a bed, perhaps to show Carol of Her dominance over me. Carol came often to Kirsten's house, seeming to really enjoy how Kirsten had complete control over me. But she wasn't the only one to visit.

Earlier this week Mistress Kirsten invited a young man to join Her for dinner. Clayton was a handsome black man who seemed very charming and likable. After dinner and some small talk Kirsten led him to the bedroom where the two of them also spent the night together. At times I could hear soft moans from Her and my thoughts could only wander as to how She was having sex with him and enjoying it very much. I also wondered how big his cock was to satisfy Kirsten so well. Soon I was to find out!

In the morning when the two of them came out for breakfast, made by me of course, Kirsten ordered me to get on my knees in front of Clayton while he ate. As She watched She told me to pull down his shorts and boxers, rub his cock with my hand, and once he had an erection, I was to suck his long black snake. His dick was actually very nice, being about 9 inches and smooth and shiny. I loved the texture of that gorgeous staff and in only a few minutes I was able to make him cum in my mouth. Kirsten had ordered me to swallow all of it, which I did, and surprisingly it was kind of sweet and creamy.

Perhaps the most amazing thing about that was that Kirsten stood next to Clayton, dressed only in Her panties and kissing the handsome black man all the time I was sucking him off. Just to be able to look closeup at Her magnificent legs was a real turn on but She had already given me strict orders that I was not allowed to get hard no matter what.

After Clayton left, Kirsten told me that She had a surprise gift for me in Her car and that I should go get it. I brought the heavy box into the living room, opened it up, and was told to put the new large cage together because that was where I would be sleeping from then on. I was also told that I should learn to like it, and immediately I told Her thank you and that I adored my new bed. The power She had over me and especially my mind was incredible!

I have very little ability to think for myself anymore. About ten years before then I was slipped something into a drink and have been Her slave since. I am almost sure that Kirsten continues to spike my drink with Her potion. An amazing thing about that is I have been told to cherish being Her slave and I do. I listen and obey my Wife in everything and I enjoy doing it. I would just love to be able to caress Her sexy, gorgeous, smooth, glistening legs but She told me a long time ago that would never happen again.

She does allow me to look at them and I enjoy every moment, but it would be so nice if I could just massage them sometime. Mistress Kirsten, however, said no and since I have no ability to defy Her I happily accept what she says. The only sex I ever have is when Clayton visits and I have to suck his dick. It doesn't do anything for the pent up desires I should have but it does allow me to taste his lovely cock and swallow his smooth, creamy, sweet cum.