"Yes, he seems much more ... cooperative I guess? Yeah, definitely easier going. Almost differential in fact. He kind of does what you tell him to do now. That's quite different for him. So he works for rewards huh? Like what? He sits up, rolls over and you give him a treat?" Just kidding."
"Sort of. He gets points for doing things I like through the week. If he accumulates enough points he earns a reward on the weekend."
"Oh, so like, you two go to see a movie or out for dinner at a nice restaurant. That sort of thing?"
"Not really. If he earns enough points he gets to cum. I let him masturbate for me. But he's hooked on femdom porn, so I'm weaning him off it. It's so addictive he can't cum without it anymore. That's not what I signed up for, so he's not allowed to rely on artificial stimulants anymore. Well, porn anyway. I keep him jacked up on a daily dose of Cialis so he's pretty much ready to go anytime, except for his porn obsession.
Don't get me wrong, I'm all for male addictions. Especially the kind that makes his cock hard and keeps him begging for more. But pornography is hard to compete with. It lets him indulge in any sexual fantasy without consequences. Except in real life he has consequences and I'm here to make sure of that. And with enough practise, my fantasies become his.
Not gonna lie, I want cock when I want it, and I'm not interested in indulging my man's imagination to get it. Besides, I want him to get off on me, and what I'm doing to him, not on some man-slut getting a whipping on Pornhub."
"Wait, so ... just to be clear, he works at pleasing you through the week so you will reward him by letting him cum on the weekend. Is that actually what you're telling me?"
"Yes. That's it in a nutshell. I control his orgasms and he gets to cum, but he has to earn it. It's not guaranteed. Having an orgasm is not his choice anymore. It used to be his inherent right, but now it's a privilege and we're both happier with this arrangement.
I have sex whenever I want with a man who is deeply invested in pleasing me. I guess he must get something out of it too cause it all seems pretty consuming for him. It's a great system, you should try it."
"Sure, I'll just go home to my bull husband and say, hey honey, how'd you like me to tell you when you can cum? You know my husband. Can you seriously imagine him going along with this? He's much too reactionary. He tells me not to tell him what to do if I ask him to pick up after himself. I can't imagine him consenting to me controlling his orgasms."
"I get that you are partnered to a hunk of a man with control issues. But you still have sex, right? You control that don't you? I mean, it's up to you if you feel like it or not, yes? Otherwise it's rape, Mary. So, if he wants to engage with you he will need to pay attention and do as he's told. It's that simple."
"We haven't 'engaged' much lately. Our sex life is in the toilet. Haven't slept in the same bed for years and we are starting to talk about having separate rooms. What if I start something and he turns it around and insists on having sex on his terms? I mean, he's a bit of a male Dom. He used to like rough sex. Christ knows what he's into now."
"Maybe I left out a couple of details. My man wasn't aware of the joys of being on the bottom of an Female Led Relationship until I got him drunk one afternoon and stripped his clothes off. By the time he sobered up he was locked up and I had the only key.
He was pretty resentful at first. But as time went by it was easier and more rewarding for him to do as he was told. I still like to secure him spread eagle in a four point restraint before I release his cock. In fact, I don't think I've allowed him to touch my pet for a few weeks now.
Oh wait, I'm wrong. There was that once I made him masturbate for me and a girlfriend. Oh, but that was after he confessed to being a sub wannabe. Locking him up became largely unnecessary once he admitted his guilty little secret and submitted to the rules I gave him. I just keep him locked for fun now.
While he was being trained I teased him relentlessly through the week. He was so horny by the time I allowed him to ejaculate, he'd do anything for the privilege. Really, just about anything."
"Locked? What do you mean? You kept him locked up in a room or a cage or something. How did that work?"
"Mary, just to be real clear, I mean I kept his cock locked into a little cage called a male chastity device. I kept the key on me at all times. So after being teased to the edge of an orgasm multiple times during the week, he fucking well behaved himself and did as he was told if he actually expected to cum. It worked really well. Still does."
"Wow. I think that's the craziest, sexiest thing I've heard in a long time. Tell me why he doesn't just force you to unlock him? I know your husband. He's a big guy with lots of muscle."
"Simple, he admitted he likes being on the bottom. It excites him when I boss him around, actually gives him a hard-on. Turns out I like dominating him too, so that works well together. But I had to force him into it at the beginning. Would you like a demonstration?"
"What do you mean? Sorry to sound jumpy but it's been a fairly eye-opening afternoon so far."
"I mean he's in the next room waiting to see if I want him or not. Being available at any time is part of earning points for him. Want to see a demo of how a trained sub behaves?"
"Sure. I mean, what's he going to do?"
"He'll do whatever I say. Today I want him to demonstrate obedience. How about a nice foot massage?"
"Ok. That sounds nice, I guess. Is he especially skilled at that?"
"Not really. Well, he has had lots of practise so he's become more adept at knowing what will please me. I'm sure you won't be disappointed."
"Ok sub, I know you can hear me. Come in and take Mary's shoes and socks off. She wants a foot massage, and a little foot worship would go a long way to securing your opportunity to cum this weekend."
"Oh my god! He's naked! Should I look at him?"
"On your knees sub, you're scaring the customers. Crawl over here and give my friend the best foot job she's ever had."
"Damm! He just dropped to his knees at your command and actually crawled over here, like a servant. Well, more like a slave I guess. Sure, take my socks off.
Ahh, yes right there! My feet have been killing me for days. Why is he so quiet? I have never heard him stay silent for so long. Have you forbidden him to speak? And what's with the hood?"
"He speaks when he's spoken to. Otherwise I don't need his opinion. Isn't that right sub?"
"Yes Mistress."
"The hood takes the focus off him as an individual and centres it on his body. It lets him de-personalize and focus on being what he is, instead of who he is. It also makes it easier to treat him as a tool, as a means to my end.
Kiss her feet while you massage them, tool. She works to keep a home for a man who doesn't appreciate her. She deserves some worship."
"The kissing feels good. Like he knows how hard I work to make my ungrateful husband happy. Damn, I need to get me a sub!"
