"She said that once she found out he had a tremendous sex drive, it was easy to channel it and bend it to her wishes," Madison said. "I still don't understand how, but I bet she'd love to tell us, because it would give her another chance to be condescending."
"I don't care if it makes her even harder to live with," Ashley said. "I want to find out. And I'll bet Alexis does, too."
"Count me in," said Madison.
"Me, too," said Lauren.
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"Where is he now?" Alexis asked after they placed their order.
"Vegging in front of the TV watching football," Vanessa said. "He's all man, with testosterone in abundance."
"Then how did you whip him?" Lauren asked.
"It's all a matter of goals, plans and persistence. If you girls would only apply yourselves, you could have things your way, just like I do. But if you don't know what you want, you'll never get it.
"I wanted a masculine husband, but I also wanted to be head of the household. I wanted a man who treated me like a woman, but also did everything I wanted all the time, including when we had sex. Once I worked out my goals, it was just a matter of making my plan and then working it until I achieved them. There were some obstacles along the way, but I found ways to overcome them, and you can, too."
"Okay," said Madison. "Stop talking generalities and get down to specifics. What did you do and how did you do it?"
"It started even before we were engaged," Vanessa said. "As soon as we hooked up, I found out that Logan was insatiable. He was bright, outgoing and ambitious, but there was always one thing foremost on his mind.
"At first, it was fun to find different ways to respond to him every time he suggested we drop everything else and get on the job, but once I decided he was the one, I realized that while I enjoyed making love with him, my desire was no match for his, and that could mean conflict if we were married, because, as you know, I like to have my way.
"So I started thinking about what to do, and the answer quickly became apparent. When it came to sex, he was like a dog who smelled a bitch in heat, so he needed to be trained like a dog.
"My first goal was to get engaged and married, so to begin with, I gave in to him whenever I possibly could, even though it was sometimes inconvenient.
"I went beyond that. I worked at suggesting sex even before he did, and believe me that was hard. I tried to introduce new twists and turns and techniques that he had never thought of, which was also hard. When there was something I just wouldn't do like anal — I promised it to him after we were married. I did everything I could to convince him that I was as eager for twenty-four/seven sex as he was until he was locked up.
"I kept this up on our honeymoon and a few months after that. Then I tapered off so gradually that he never noticed. I kept track of the number of times we had sex each week. Would you believe at first we often did it twice a night? Every six weeks, I reduced the sex by one time a week.
"My biggest challenge was anal. He kept reminding me of my promise, and I knew that it was a promise I was never going to keep. I started by telling him it was a big step for me. I felt it was degrading, and I was worried it would hurt. I was working on getting used to the idea, but it would take time. That worked as long as it needed to. Once he was under my thumb, I found a way to transfer his desire for anal.
"I began talking to him about my butt and how I thought it was ugly, fat and hateful. I was fishing for compliments, and I hooked him. He told me how beautiful it was and how much he desired it. I protested that he didn't really mean that, and it made him think of more ways to flatter my ass.
"It became a game I'd play whenever we were alone. The more I protested, the more he flattered my booty. You should have heard the things he thought up. He went on and on. You know what happens if you hear something often enough. He couldn't help it. He started to believe what he was saying.
"It was like he hypnotized himself into thinking my ass was the Holy Grail. He's now fixated on it as the most desired object in the universe. Now whenever we have sex, it starts with him adoring my ass.
"First, he caresses it, then he massages it, then he spreads my cheeks apart and licks my crack up and down with his tongue, giving special attention to my pucker. He'll even push his tongue into my ass and almost bury his face in my butt. Sometimes I use my muscles to grab his tongue and squeeze it. He loves that!
"When we're in the sixty-nine position, sometimes I reach back and pull my cheeks apart. That's his signal to stick his tongue in my ass and wiggle it around inside and move it in and out. Meanwhile, I'm using my fingers on my clit. You wouldn't believe how powerful my orgasm is. When I come, my ass spasms around his tongue, and it gets him so excited that I just need to pump his penis a few times with my hand to get him off.
"Of course, he thinks all this is a prelude to my really giving my ass to him, which I'm never going to do. I know if I gave in even once, he would need it from then on, so I can't let that happen. He doesn't know that I'll be getting ready for anal but never doing it for the rest of his life.
"He doesn't need it anyway. I've trained him to come in all kinds of ways, depending on what my mood is. As I gradually reduced having sex to twice a week, I introduced him to the excitement of anticipation. Now he's immensely grateful every time he has an orgasm.
"I mix things up. For instance, I've found that his prostate is extremely sensitive. If I'm in a hurry to finish because I have other things to do, I just stick a finger or two in his ass. Usually he's done in less than a minute. Sometimes, I'll do this even when I'm not in a hurry, and right after he comes, I'll start up again.
"He's forgotten that we used to do it twice a night when we were first married. Now he's so grateful for a second time in one night that he's in heaven. After a night where I allow him two orgasms, I can ask him for anything I want, and he'll give it to me.
"Also, I've gotten him to bring himself off while I watch. Even though he gives me oral in my pussy and ass each time we make love, I no longer give him head. I never really enjoyed it, and even though he's conscientious and considerate about never coming in my mouth, just the thought that it might happen bothers me. So why take the chance?
"First, I experimented until I found ways to manipulate and tease his cock and balls to make him go wild when he comes. I explained what I was doing and said it would be fun to watch him doing it. At first, he didn't like it, but I kept telling him how much it aroused me to watch him.
"Even before we were married, he always got excited when I got excited. Now he's willing to do himself whenever I ask him to, although he's still not happy doing it instead of the real thing.
"That's been my greatest satisfaction. I've managed to control him so thoroughly that even though he's disappointed a lot of the time, he never questions my instructions. Deep down, he hasn't really changed. I know he still wants anal in the worst way. But now he's Pavlov's dog. When I tinkle the bell, he's ready to do whatever I want.
"One night, when I was in a hurry, I had two fingers inside him massaging his prostate. After he quickly came, I started wondering whether I could fit three fingers in.
"I looked on the Internet and watched videos of women fisting men. I got turned on and wanted to try it on Logan, but when I put three fingers into him, he got upset. He told me that it hurt and made him feel disgusted. My first reaction was to use his words against him and tell him that now he had an idea why anal was such a big step for me. But I stopped myself because suddenly I felt thrilled. It was like I was hit by a thunderbolt.
"I had been thinking I had climbed every mountain with Logan, but here was a real Mt. Everest. So far I had only channeled his tremendous sex drive into outlets that were more satisfying for me. But here was something that totally turned him off. The thought of getting him to do it was so exciting, I nearly came. If I could get him to let me fist his ass, I would be queen of the world.
