Previously, while visiting her old friend, Eleanor, in Bristol, Diana met Eleanor's young lodger, Peter. Diana had long given up on sex due to the inadequacies of her husband, Dean. Peter happily provided the sex Diana longed for but at a price that Diana was not willing to submit to. She returned home and discovers how to dominate her husband.
It was nice to be back and see my husband again. I naturally gave him an edited version of the visit. Our sex life, or lack thereof, meant I didn't have to worry about him seeing that my that my pubic hair was missing. As the days went by I got more edgy longing for the release I was denied on my last night with Eleanor. I was leaving for my regular meeting with friends when Dean mentioned that he would be doing his usual cleaning up while I was out.
As I was at the door, I turned to look at Dean. My frustrations must have inspired me to come up with a wicked idea. "Take of your clothes." He was stunned into silence. "Go on, get them off. If you are going to clean this house like a menial non-entity, then you will do it naked." I surprised myself at the vehemence of what I was saying. However, he had been asking for me to be demanding of him. It must have been what he truly wanted because he did as I commanded. "And don't put them back on until I return." With that I walked out and closed the door behind me. I felt rather good about it. And it did keep me wondering what I would find on my return. The edginess wasn't what I experienced in Bristol but it was better than nothing.
When I returned, the flat was not only spick&span, Dean's cock had shrunk to near invisibility. That was a sure sign that he had, shall we say, enjoyed himself while I was away. Possibly on more than one occasion. I smiled at the results. He was like a little puppy. I continued to act the hard mistress. "Not bad. I'm going to bed now. It's been a hard day." I walked by as though he wasn't even there. I could see in the mirror how this deflated him. I just smiled and thought of my next command.
He followed me to the bedroom and started to put on his night clothes. "I didn't tell you to get dressed." He looked confused this time.
"I think I deserve an explanation for this," he said meekly.
I called out from the bathroom. "You'll do as you're told, you pathetic excuse for a husband. Do you have any energy left to service your mistress?"
There was a long confused silence. "I thought not. So if you can't do your duty as befits a man you'll satisfy me by doing what I say. Is that clear?" I came out of the bathroom and dropped my rob onto the ground. This exposed by breasts in all their glory while hiding my bareness behind a pair of knickers. "So, I want these cleaned before I retire."
His eyes lit up like fireworks. He had always loved seeing my breasts and fondling them endlessly. This had gotten tiring for me so I gave him less and less access as the satisfaction he provided to me reduced. I simply wasn't inspired to meet his desires if he wasn't meeting mine. Thanks to my experience in Bristol, I found a means to get some satisfaction so thought it only fair to return the favour. And boy was he happy with the bargain. He hadn't work this hard at anything for years. Again, it was a pale shadow of what Peter did. I couldn't at the time decide if it was a decent substitute or just me longing even more for the real thing.
After a few minutes, I had had enough. "Okay, stop you useless wimp. I'm going to bed and..."
He cut me off. "Oh, no please. That's not fair. If you're going to treat me like this, I demand to be allowed to play with your breasts for as long as I want. I know I am not adequate down below. But I've allowed you to say some hurtful things about me tonight. Surely you should give me a quid pro quo. I want access to your breasts."
"You whimpering little snot. You're absolutely right about your inadequacy in satisfying me with your penis. No, it's not big enough to call a penis. That's what men have below the waist. From now on I will call it a pencil prick." He started to speak but cut him off. "You've interrupted me once too often tonight. You little boob pervert. I was going to invite you into my bed to continue your cleaning efforts. Your haste to get to my breasts caused you to forget your place in this household. So you will leave my boudoir immediately. I will consider further punishment - or reward - in the morning."
He couldn't take it in. So I walked towards him ensuring I was swinging my breasts as best I could and pushed him out the door. We have no locks on the doors so he could have come back in. I waited in expectation but nothing happened. I smiled. I knew the morning would bring more slavering over my boobs but I would know that I had him where I wanted him.
I had a contented night's sleep. I got myself dressed in a long skirt and slipped on my pair of boots. I then put on one of his vests. My full breasts bulged out of the sides of the vest. I was trying to get as close to an erotic and imposing figure as I could. I found him sleeping on the couch under a blanket. I threw it off which startled him awake. His little prick was even smaller than last night. I smiled knowing that he had had more fun with himself. His eyes once again popped out of his head.
"Have you learned your lesson?"
His face showed his confusion. "Yes," he muttered.
"And what is that?" He looked around trying to give himself enough time to think. "Come on, answer me. I don't want any evasiveness."
"To not interrupt my Mistress."
"And anything else?" Again delay. "Come on."
"Not to challenge her."
"Very good. And what happens if you don't obey Mistress?"
"I will be punished." He said dejectedly.
"And do you like being punished?"
I had deliberately asked this to see how he would get out of the trap. "I don't like being punished but I will accept any punishment Mistress gives me so that I can learn to please her."
I smiled. "Okay, go put this back where I got it." I took off the vest to expose my breasts. He looked confused and started to move towards my breasts. "Did I say you could touch me?"
"No, Mistress, but I..." He paused to catch himself. "just needed to get close to you for the vest." He took it from me and headed to the bedroom. This gave me time to arrange myself on the couch.
I used his return to confirm I was on the right track. "Dean, before we go further, I want to make sure you are okay with what I am doing."
"Mistress can..."
"No, when I use your name directly I want us to be serious. I want to make sure I am doing what you want."
Oddly, he looked more deflated. "I can attest, Diana, that you are doing what I have wanted for a long time."
"Are you sure? I started this out of the blue, no warnings, said some pretty demeaning things and made you do some demeaning things."
"I must admit, it's a bit more severe than I feel comfortable with. I like a bit of domination but not sure if that much."
"I can limit myself, you know. To certain days, certain commands, certain tasks, certain words. I can allow you to have what you want of me as often you want: after a session, twice a week, weekly, whatever." He smiled. "However, I'd then equally limit your access to me."
He looked confused for a time. He took a deep breath. "No, really, there's no need to worry. I accept you're in charge. It's your decision what I need to do to deserve access. I just ask that you don't, well, well, treat me too badly before I get a reward. If there is a problem I will let you know and stop."
I smiled broadly. "Very good, my pencil prick. I don't think I am as clean as I should be? Do you want to see if you can do better?" There was no refusal there. He moved around for different positions on my boobs, presumably for his enjoyment.
"If you lay down, I can get do a better job," he offered meekly. I laid down on the couch.
After what seemed liked ages, Dean suddenly stopped as he was on top of me. "Um... I think I need to stop. Oh my." He quickly got up.
