Inside the Mind of a Dominant Hotwife - Part 13

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Walt greeted me at the door as I returned from a quick visit to my boyfriend's house.

"Welcome home," he said before offering a kiss on the cheek.

I stopped in the doorway and Walt looked a little nervous, like he was suddenly panicked that I'd given an instruction before leaving that he'd failed to follow. I hadn't, though. I did, however, enjoy the moment of panic he seemed to feel.

"Kiss my boots," I said.

Walt looked past me. He was almost certainly checking the sidewalk and street to see if anyone was walking by, as they would have been afforded a view of my husband sinking to his knees. I didn't look over my shoulder. I didn't really care if someone saw.

He dropped to his knees, bent over, and kissed my boots. He did so until I gave him permission to sit back and look up at me. Moments like that are small and simple, but I've learned that they're a good way to help Walt maintain a submissive mindset. Plus, I find it increasingly pleasurable to dominate my husband in otherwise normal situations. It's no longer just a sexual thing, in other words, though of course there's plenty of arousal paired with the domination.

I waited in the doorway and said nothing as Walt stared up at me. I watched his face and saw a hint of uncertainty, but otherwise he seemed content to be on his knees in front of me.

I reached out and ran my index finger over his lips. I then applied gentle pressure and he opened his mouth. I inserted two fingers and explored his oral cavity. I did so because it pleased me to be able to invade him in that way without any resistance.

"Suck," I demanded.

Walt closed his lips around my fingers and sucked. I thought of what I'd just done for Michael, of how I'd gotten on my knees in his living room and sucked his cock until he'd cum in my mouth. I couldn't remember the last time I'd offered my husband the pleasure of a blowjob to completion - it had been long before his request to be dominated - and I smiled. It occurred to me that I'd taken to indulging in sexual delights for Michael that I hadn't done for Walt in a long time, if ever, and that I was considering going to further lengths to satisfy Michael. He didn't need a deeper level of satisfaction, but I was possessed by a desire to impress him in ways few women ever had.

"I sucked my boyfriend's cock today," I said.

Walt's eyes went just a little bit wide. He'd come a long way since I first cuckolded him. What had once been difficult to accept had become a source of pleasure. It still generated angst for Walt, of course, but he'd long since learned to grapple with the downsides of being a submissive.

"I was possessed by a desire to pleasure him, Walt," I explained. "To pleasure my boyfriend without any need for reciprocation. I just wanted to make him feel good, so I stripped to my lingerie, got on my knees, and used my mouth to make Michael feel good in a way I haven't done for you in many years."

I pulled my fingers from his mouth and wiped two stripes of saliva on each of his cheeks. Then I pushed a booted foot forward and Walt looked down.

"You may rub yourself against my boot."

He inched closer until his crotch was pressed against my boot and began to thrust. It might sound strange to you, but it turned me on to watch Walt enjoy himself. He got hard doing it, in fact. I could see the bulge forming. I found extra pleasure in the fact that it was all happening with the front door wide open.

"Kiss my leg as you fuck yourself on my boot," I instructed.

Walt leaned forward and I inched up my dress so he could press his lips against my thigh and kiss me. I ran my fingers through his hair and he moaned while humping and kissing my leg. From a certain perspective it was pathetic, but it's what I wanted and what I'd instructed him to do, so from my perspective it was beautiful.

"I left Michael's without having an orgasm," I said. "He asked if he could make me cum, but I told him I'd wanted only to make him cum in my mouth, which is why I spent fifteen minutes sucking his gorgeous cock. It's why I took every drop in my mouth. It's why I swallowed every drop of it, too. I haven't swallowed your cum in years, Walt. Maybe even more than a decade, and I will never swallow your cum again. I will, however, swallow a great deal more of Michael's cum, and the cum of whichever man ends up being my boyfriend after Michael and I have run our course."

Walt stopped humping my boot and looked up at me with distress in his eyes.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked with a smile.

"You're going to date other men?"

I caressed his face. "Oh, Walt, did you think Michael was the only man I'd cuckold you with? Did you really think it would just go back to the two of us?"

He didn't say a word.

"Of course that's not going to happen. You're a cuck, Walt. You'll always be a cuck. That much I'm certain of. Even if I dropped the dominance - which I won't be doing - I'd still cuckold you. Sex is better with Michael, and not just because it's new and fresh. It's better because he's better than you in bed. Much better than you. Why would I ever go back to having an inferior sexual experience? Why would even think that was a possibility?"

Walt began to rub himself against my boot again. I delighted in the look on his face that indicated his was living in the space between pleasure and pain. He liked the idea of being a cuckold for the rest of his life. He also hated the idea of being a cuckold for the rest of his life. It might sound awful, but it made my pussy wet to see my husband existing in that space because he wanted to be a good submissive. It made me wet to see him almost completely surrender to the pleasurable part of it, too, as he was clearly doing so while rubbing his dick so vigorously against my leg.

"Stop."

Walt stopped thrusting and leaned back. I pulled my foot away and he looked disappointed, which was really quite adorable.

I stepped forward and shut the door, giving us more privacy. "Strip."

Walt stood and removed his clothing. His cock was hard and the head was slick with precum. I moved behind him and took his cock in my hand. I made sure that my body was pressed against his. I wanted him to feel my closeness, to feel my breasts against his back. I kissed his neck and shoulders and stroked him slowly. I felt his body relax as he surrendered to my ability to pleasure him.

"I loved giving my boyfriend a blowjob, Walt," I whispered. "I genuinely loved it. In fact, I was surprised by how much I loved it. Every moment of it was pleasurable, though. I was on my knees with a fairly sizable cock in my mouth and it was pure pleasure. Every time Michael moaned I got a little wetter. Every time he touched me I got excited. Every time he told me how good it felt I found myself wanting to pleasure him even more. That would probably explain why I took my time sucking his cock, why I gave his balls plenty of attention, why I kissed the insides of his thighs and his stomach and why I even considered licking his taint, though I skipped out on that this time. Who knows, though? I might do it next time."

Walt groaned.

"Yes, there will be a next time. There will be lots of next times. I've decided that Michael deserves to get his cock sucked a great deal more often. He works a stressful job, after all, and there's no question that a good blowjob is a great way to relax, and I give a very good blowjob, Walt. I'm proud to say that I'm an exceptional cocksucker."

I felt his cock surge in my hand. That was the reaction I was hoping for. I am an exceptional cocksucker, though I wouldn't often use that word to describe myself. It's a bit degrading, after all, or at least it's typically used in what is intended to be a degrading fashion. It felt good to use it in that moment, though.

"There's something else, Walt," I whispered as I prepared to unveil a little surprise I'd cooked up. "I'm not going to be the only cocksucker in this family."

He tried to step away but I tightened my grip on his cock and he stayed in place for fear of the pain I could inflict. My fingers found his neck and I applied gentle pressure, asserting my dominance in an overtly physical manner.

"Don't be scared, Walt," I said. "There's no need for fear. All you have to do is surrender to my will and trust that I will guide you into being a cocksucker just like I guided you into being a cuckold, a cum slut, and everything else you've become."

I stroked him slowly. Pleasure is a great tool for helping to break down a man's defensive barriers, after all. At the very least it makes it difficult to think clearly, and clear thinking might have put Walt into a place of pure panic at the notion of sucking dick - real dick - for me, and I didn't want that.

"It will be quite some time before you have a real cock in your mouth, Walt, and even when it first happens you won't have to do it for long. Eventually you'll suck a man off while I watch, but that will be many months from now, if not longer."

I released my grip on his cock, grabbed a handful of his hair, and spun him around. I pushed Walt to his knees and swiftly pulled my dress over my head. A moment later my panties hit the floor along with my bra and I grabbed his hair once more and I pulled my submissive husband's mouth to my pussy.

It would be fair to say that I fucked his face. Not in the way I would have if I had a cock, of course, but I had his head in both my hands and I used my grip to direct his mouth in the manner I wanted. His face was, in that instance, nothing more than a tool for my pleasure, just like when a man fucks a woman's face. He's really just using her mouth to masturbate, which is precisely what I did with Walt that day.

I came in the span of just a few minutes and I did so while imagining my husband submitting to the notion of sucking cock for me. It wasn't so much the blowjob that would thrill me. It was the submission. It's always the submission. That's what gets me off.

I stepped back after my orgasm and smiled at the mess of pussy juice I'd left on his face.

"Stroke your cock," I said.

Walt took his dick in his hand and masturbated. I pushed my fingers into his mouth and he sucked on them.

"Think about sucking dick, Walt," I instructed. "Think about having your lips wrapped around a fat cock. Think about giving a man a blowjob because I've instructed you to do so. Think about submitting to me in that way."

I don't know if he was thinking about it, though it likely would have been impossible to clear the thought from his head with me talking about it. That was the point, though. I wanted Walt's mind on cocksucking as he had his orgasm.

"Cum on my boot," I said. "Cum on my boot while you think about sucking dick for me, Walt. Cum on my boot and then bend over and lick it up like the cum slut you've become for me."

Walt did everything I wanted. He came hard while I talked to him about being a cocksucker. He came almost entirely on my boot. Then he bent over and he cleaned it all up like a good cum slut.

When he was finished I fucked his face again, this time for far longer. I had another fantastic orgasm and then I took my boots off and made him clean both of them, this time using a rag to make sure there was no trace of his cum remaining. I can't have my husband's load ruining a perfectly good pair of boots, after all.

A week passed before I mentioned the cocksucking again. Walt hadn't been permitted to climax during that week. I'd seen Michael three times. I sucked him off on one occasion and we fucked on the other two. Walt was there for one of those visits and I could tell he was nervous I was going to make him suck Michael's cock. I had no intention of doing so. I'd been quite honest about giving Walt time to get used to the idea before I made him give a blowjob. I liked that he was nervous, though, and I especially liked that his nervousness hadn't driven him away, that he'd come to Michael's house with me, that he'd submitted to doing chores for Michael, that he'd come to the bedroom and watched even though I was certain he was thinking only of whether or not I was going to make him suck dick for me.

It was just Walt and me when I brought up the idea of him sucking cock for the second time. We were in the bed. He'd just finished giving me a back and leg rub. I was relaxed, happy, and plenty turned on from the massage.

I invited Walt to lie next to me and then I turned him on. We kissed as I stroked his cock until he was dripping with precum. Then I let him fuck me for a handful of strokes. No more than twenty.

Then I pulled out a vibrator. I turned it on and slipped it into my pussy while Walt sucked on my tits and caressed my thighs. I vibrated my clit a little, too, but my pleasure wasn't actually my purpose in that moment.

After a bit of lovely masturbation I pulled the toy from my pussy and had Walt roll onto his back. His cock was still hard and I held the vibrator against the underside of the head. I kissed his neck and moaned as he did the same from what I imagined was the surprising pleasure of the sex toy.

Then I pulled it away from his cock and slipped it back inside me. A moment later it emerged from my pussy coated in my juices. I then sat up on my elbow and turned the toy off before moving it above my husband's mouth.

"Open up," I instructed.

Walt stared at the toy but his lips remained closed.

"Open your mouth, Walt. You're going to suck this toy clean. You're going to wrap your lips around it and suck it for me because it's what I want. I'm in charge. I make the decisions in our marriage. You do as you're told."

I could see that it turned him on to be talked to like that. He opened his mouth and I lowered the toy. It passed his lips and rested on his tongue.

"Suck," I whispered.

Walt closed his lips around the vibrator that had just been in my pussy and sucked on it. I felt a wonderful surge of lust as I watched my husband take his first step towards being a cocksucker. Then I decided a bit of dirty talk would be fun.

I kissed his neck and softly said, "That's it, cocksucker. Suck that dick clean and imagine it being Michael's cock in your mouth, because it will be at some point in the not too distant future. You'll clean Michael's big dick after it's been inside me. You'll wrap your pretty lips around it and suck like a good cuck. You'll even thank him for the privilege of cleaning his gorgeous cock before he puts it back inside me."

Walt squirmed. He didn't like any of that. He didn't stop sucking, though.

I pulled the toy free, turned it on, and slid it back into my pussy. Then I held it against his cock. I turned the vibrations up as high as they would go and Walt closed his eyes.

"Tell me that you want to be a cocksucker for me, Walt," I said.

He shook his head.

"If you want to cum, you'll say it."

"I can't," he said.

I pulled the toy away from his cock and turned it off. I mounted his face and sat down. I smothered him with my pussy and rode his mouth until I had an orgasm. Then it was over. No orgasm for Walt. Lots of teasing, but no orgasm.

A week later - and a week without an orgasm for Walt - I invited him to the bedroom to see the new toy I'd bought.

Are you familiar with the concept of a strapless dildo? It's not complicated. It's a two-ended toy that's designed to remain inside the wearer's pussy and to do so without much effort. They're not perfect, but they work quite well if you're sitting on the edge of the bed, for instance, and you intend on having your husband get on his knees to suck your cock.

I'd lubed one end of the toy - the end inside me - and I'd spent a few minutes admiring myself in the mirror before pushing it inside me. I have to admit, I quite liked how I looked with a cock. Maybe it was just the novelty of it, but I felt sexy standing there in the nude with a lifelike dildo protruding from my pelvis. Plus, it was positioned to rub against my clit with very little need for movement, so twisting my body from side to side was more than enough to inspire friction and pleasure.

I was seated on the edge of the bed when Walt walked in. He stopped in the doorway, actually. He stared at the dildo. Of course he did. What man wouldn't stare at the cock his wife was wearing?

"Get naked and get on your knees, cocksucker," I instructed.

He was conflicted. I'm certain he even considered walking out of the room. He didn't, though. He stripped. He got on his knees. He did so in the doorway, too, which is what I'd wanted.

"Now crawl to me," I said.

Walt crawled closer as I spit into my hand and wrapped my fingers around my strapless dildo. I stroked myself and I was absolutely delighted at how good it felt thanks to the friction against my clit. I stroked myself a little faster because of it and Walt's eyes were glued between my legs. He watched my hand move up and down my shaft. It was far hotter than I'd expected, which only enhanced the pleasure I felt.

"Kiss my thighs, cocksucker," I instructed. I'd decided I was going to use that word over and over, in part because Walt didn't like it and in part because I wanted him to get used to the idea of being called that. It turned me on to say it, to direct it at him, to make him wince from a touch of humiliation as he was referred to in that way.

He kissed my thighs as I stroked my cock. There was something deeply exciting about looking down at him while holding my cock and knowing that it would soon be in his mouth. I felt like I understood why some men found such pleasure in getting a blowjob. It was a power trip, or at least it certainly could be.

I stopped stroking my cock and pulled my hand away. "Kiss it, cocksucker," I instructed.

Walt leaned closer. He kissed the shaft of my strapless dildo. He kissed his way to the tip.

I rewarded him by leaning over and kissing him with passion and lots of tongue. It turned me on and my foot discovered his erection, proving that he too was aroused.

"It makes me wet when you submit, Walt," I whispered. He knew that, of course, but it was good to remind him of that in a moment when he might have been feeling a little nervous about the idea of surrendering to my desires.

The tip of my cock rested against his chin as Walt looked up at me. I saw the nervousness in his eyes. I'd asked him to submit to many things since he’d first made his domination fantasy known, but the notion of sucking cock for me was clearly the thing that scared him most. That's also what made it the thing that turned me on the most.

"Suck my cock, Walt."

He took the head in his mouth. He sucked on it. I'm sure it was a terrible blowjob - his teeth were absolutely in contact with my cock - but it didn't matter. It was his first time. It was the first of many rounds of practice that he'd get.

"That's it, cocksucker," I whispered as I rested my hand on the back of his head. "Suck it for me. Suck my dick. Show me that you're eager to submit."

Walt kept on sucking. His eyes were watering a little and he'd already coughed a few times from letting the cock get too close to his throat, but he was doing it.

"You may masturbate, but you may not cum," I said.

Walt jerked off immediately. Of course he did. He was a submissive, after all, and he was in his element even if he was uncomfortable with sucking dick.

"That's it, cocksucker. Stroke yourself while you blow me."

I was getting closer to an orgasm thanks to the friction against my clit. That's why a strapless dildo was such a good choice. It wasn't just me getting off on Walt's submission. It was me getting off on the direct clitoral pleasure he was offering.

"Fuck, Walt, I'm close," I said. "Suck me off. Make me cum!"

He kept sucking. He wrapped his fingers around the base of the shaft, too, generating even more friction.

I was a bit cruel as I came. I put two hands on the back of his head and shoved the dick into his throat. I came as he choked on it. I let his head go - he would have vomited otherwise - and that little bit of domination was enough to deeply enhance my orgasm and leave my body trembling from the overwhelming pleasure of my climax.

"Stand up and jerk off onto my cock," I said. "Then suck your cum off of it."

Walt stood and masturbated furiously. He came just a few moments later. His cum landed on my stomach, my strapless dildo, my thighs, and a little bit on the bed. It wasn't ideal, but I didn't really care in the moment.

I was a little surprised that Walt submitted to my demands to suck my cock clean right after his orgasm. He did, though, dropping to his knees to lick and suck the cum off of me and my cock. He swallowed it all.

Then I took the dildo out and had him lick my clit until I had another orgasm.

"Thank you, cocksucker," I said afterwards.

"It was my pleasure," he replied, though he wasn't delighted. He'd submitted, but in his post-orgasmic state he was no longer turned on. That was okay with me, though. He didn't need to be turned on. He just needed to do as he was told.

"You looked good with a dick in your mouth, Walt," I said as I ran my fingers through his hair. "I can't wait to see you suck on the real thing. Don't worry, though, you have plenty of time to get used to the idea of sucking a real man's dick."

He looked nervous, and with good reason. I was asking a great deal of him. It would be quite some time before he was made to suck a real cock, but when he did it was beyond thrilling for me.