Learning How to Take Control of Her Marriage - Part 2

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"Will I see you for dinner, or are you eating at the bar?" Sylvia asked as Shane grabbed his keys.

"I'm eating at the bar, assuming that's okay with you," he replied.

Sylvia smiled and gave her husband a soft kiss on the cheek. "Of course. Have fun. And say 'hi' to everyone for me."

"I will."

With that, Shane was out the door. He'd spend the rest of his Sunday watching football at a bar with his friends, an almost weekly occurrence during the fall and early winter. Sylvia didn't mind, though. She liked having a little time to herself, and on this particular Sunday she was doubly excited for that time alone because it meant she could read her new book without interruption.

The moment Shane pulled out of the driveway Sylvia headed for the bedroom. She'd tucked the book and the chastity cage Holly had given her into the back of her side of the walk in closet and it took just a bit of rummaging to find it. Sylvia ran her fingers over the weathered cover, clutched the book in her hand, and made her way to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine.

Armed with her book and her drink, Sylvia stretched out on the couch and took a deep breath. The idea of implementing even a fraction of the sort of control that Holly had over Troy still seemed far-fetched to Sylvia - mostly because she couldn't seen Shane having any interest in that sort of thing - but that hadn't dampened the intense arousal she experienced each time the thought of it entered her head.

That arousal was present as Sylvia cracked open the book and read the introduction:

While it's true that some men are predisposed to submission - and good for you if you've found a man like that - it's equally true that all men can be trained to accept the domination of their wife.

Some men will be more difficult to train than others, but with the right methods - which I'll teach you - and both strength and dedication on your part, you can transform any man into a dutiful, submissive husband that wants nothing more than to serve your every need without any concern for his desires.

In fact, if you train your husband well, his desires will recede entirely. All he'll want is to serve you. Meeting your needs will become the only thing he cares about, and the best part is that meeting your needs will make him as happy as a man can be.

Following my methods for transforming your husband is akin to giving him the greatest gift a man could ever hope to receive, for you're ensuring eternal, blissful happiness as he submits to your desires and your desires alone.

Make no mistake, you're signing up for a great deal of work. It's worth it, though.

Imagine a man who offers no complaint when you tell him to take out the trash or mow the lawn. Imagine a man who finds genuine pleasure in giving you a foot rub after a long day. Imagine a man who experiences intense arousal when you instruct him to crawl between your legs and use his tongue and fingers to bring you to multiple orgasms. Imagine that same man experiencing a deep sense of satisfaction when you tell him that he's not allowed to cum, that he must deal with his sexual frustration because you're not in the mood to provide him with an orgasm.

You can have all of that and much more, ladies. So much more. This book will provide you with the tools to train the submissive man of your dreams and as long as you're willing to do the work to train him, I guarantee you'll find success in doing so.

As she read, Sylvia felt the warmth of arousal grow between her legs. The more she pictured everything the author described, the more potent her arousal felt.

After finishing the introduction - which went on to offer a brief outline of what seemed like a slow, steady, somewhat lengthy training process - Sylvia rested the book on her chest, closed her eyes, and let her hand wander between her legs.

Sylvia gently rubbed her pussy through her tight leggings. Pleasure rocketed through her body, just like it had in the fitting room. Her clit was far more sensitive than usual, proving once more that her body and brain clearly responded to the notion of being the sort of dominant wife Holly had become.

Though she could have masturbated to a quick orgasm, Sylvia instead chose to dive into the book's first chapter, which was titled 'Orgasm Control.'

Your pussy offers your husband pleasure unlike any other. He's biologically programmed to crave it above any other form of sexual relief. Fortunately, you're in control of your pussy.

Many married women refuse to take ownership of their pussy. They act as if it's their husband's right to enjoy it whenever he desires. That is incorrect. Your husband does not have the right to enjoy your pussy. Your husband must earn the right to enjoy your pussy, for it belongs to you and it is yours to give to him when you desire.

It is your pussy - and the power it possesses to make him cum in the way all men want to cum - that forms the basis of your control over his orgasms. You must be judicious in giving him your pussy. You must make him earn the right to fuck you until he climaxes. You must make it clear that he'll have to work to earn that right.

It seemed so obvious as she read it, but Sylvia had never thought of sex as something she had full control over. As the author suggested, she'd often thought of her pussy as something that Shane had a right - within reason, of course - to enjoy. Not whenever he wanted, but Sylvia was often willing to have sex with Shane even if she wasn't completely in the mood, almost entirely because she believed it was in part her duty as his wife to satisfy him.

In reality, it was a small change in mindset, but it felt huge to Sylvia and even considering the notion of making Shane earn the right to fuck her filled her with lust.

Sylvia slipped a hand into her leggings and plunged two fingers into her pussy. She moaned at the intense wetness and heat she discovered and quickly moved to rub her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Sylvia thought of how Holly had described her experience with the book, how she'd lost herself in a kind of arousal she'd never experienced before, how each chapter seemed to deepen that arousal. It felt as though Sylvia was about to embark on the same kind of journey.

Your exertion of control begins with taking charge of your pussy and offering it only when your husband has earned it, but it doesn't end there. If denied your pussy, your husband will seek out other means of pleasure. He will try and convince you to use your mouth or hand to satisfy him. Failing that, he will turn to masturbation.

If need be, you can allow him to masturbate as you begin your journey into domination, but you will need to take full control of his orgasms before long. You must embrace the idea that his orgasms belong to you, that his cock belongs to you, that his pleasure belongs to you and that you are the sole decision maker when it comes to his ability to climax.

Sylvia very nearly climaxed at the idea of having complete control over Shane's ability to cum. She wasn't sure how often he masturbated, but they fucked two to three times a week and she couldn't help but feel intoxicated at the idea of being the sole decision maker in their marriage when it came to sex.

In rare cases, you can seize that control simply by informing your husband that he's no longer allowed to orgasm without your permission. Most of you will not be so lucky, though. Most of you will have to develop the means for controlling him.

Locking his cock in a chastity device is the simplest way of doing so. It's nearly impossible to escape a well-made chastity cage and as his keyholder you would be in full control.

Not all men are prepared for that, though. I recommend working to get him to a place where he's willing to be chastised, but until then, you'll need another plan.

I recommend a fairly simple approach that's built around the power of your pussy. Your husband wants it. He craves it. He yearns for the pleasure of fucking you. That makes it easy to deny him your pussy if he masturbates. You'll have to be willing to be strict and deny yourself the pleasure of sex with him, but if you want control over his orgasms you'll need to get used to denial.

At first, he might get angry. He might say something insulting. He might also resort to begging, which can be thrilling in certain cases but is often pathetic when a man first unleashes it. In each case, you must resist and deny him your pussy until he agrees not to cum until you've given him permission.

If at any point he violates the rule, he must be punished. You can do so with extended denial of your pussy. Though many of you might find the idea abhorrent, you could also administer physical discipline. A quick slap across the face is often enough to get a man's attention and correct his behavior. You could also demand that he offer his ass for a spanking or belting. I wouldn't recommend that for beginners, though, as you don't want to go overboard and make him suffer needlessly.

Sylvia closed her eyes and thought of Holly slapping her husband across the face in the store. She felt the same intense arousal she'd felt that day. Sylvia's pussy tingled with delight as she rubbed her clit in slow circles while picturing the stern look on Holly's face as she casually slapped her husband to correct his behavior, as if doing so had become second nature to her.

"Fuck," she said as the arousal spread through her body in a manner she hadn't felt in a long time. She'd cum so quickly after the slap that the intense feelings weren't given a chance to marinate, to fill her from head to toe. Now, though, she felt it. She felt it everywhere and it was intoxicating.

Again Sylvia stopped short of cumming. She noted that she was, in a way, denying herself and that it had the effect of deepening her desire. She wondered if Shane would feel the same way if he were denied for days or even weeks at a time. Sylvia was struck by an urge to cum as she considered the notion of toying with her husband in that way and she smiled before turning her attention to the book once more and working her way through the rest of the first chapter.

Further musings on control left Sylvia's body swimming with lust and every so often she would reach into her leggings to rub her clit a little, furthering her erotic intoxication and sending her deeper into a place of need. Sylvia wasn't sure that simply reading the book and fantasizing about being in control of her marriage would satisfy her. After exposure to just the first chapter she couldn't help but wonder if she'd find it irritating the next time Shane wanted to fuck without putting in much effort with regards to foreplay.

Some - perhaps even most - of you are married to men that will not welcome the idea of you taking charge. It will feel as though it's against nature to submit to their wives, to surrender what feels like a male right to be in control.

Overcoming those feelings - all of which are generated by the male ego - will be your greatest challenge and I'll touch on this issue time and again over the course of this book. This chapter is about orgasms, though, so I'll start with how you can use your husband's orgasms to help change the way he thinks.

The notion is a simple one: Whatever is on your husband's mind when he cums will become pleasurable to him. For instance, if you were to fuck him with a strapon every single time you gave him an orgasm, your husband would soon begin to sexualize being anally penetrated. He would begin to desire it because getting fucked in the ass would become inexorably tied to his orgasms.

You can use that to your advantage (and if you're keen on penetrating your husband with a faux cock, then by all means make him cum when you do because he'll learn to crave it).

The simplest way to put this into practice is to give your husband a handjob - preferably after he's been denied for a while and is especially keen on cumming - and whispering into his ear whatever it is you'd like to reinforce. If he went down on you without complaint, tell him that it makes you so happy when he eats your pussy like a good boy (don't be afraid to have a filthy mouth). If he did his chores without complaint, tell him that's why you're making him cum. Make sure to use the term 'good boy' often - assuming he's earned that praise - and you'll find that you can arouse him simply by uttering those two simple words.

Sylvia set the book on her chest and thought of the last time Shane had given her an orgasm with his tongue. He went down on her with great frequency, but finishing her in that manner had grown increasingly uncommon as the years had gone by. It had never been a huge problem that he rarely made her cum with his mouth - the sex they had was always good - but in her dominance-fueled arousal she was suddenly quite turned on at the idea of Shane offering his tongue for her pleasure without receiving anything in return. It was a small, simple act of submission and Sylvia found herself eager to experience that act of submission that very night.

She pictured Shane between her legs. She saw him looking up at her as he licked her clit. She pictured him moving to try and fuck her. She pictured grabbing a handful of his hair and forcefully pushing him back between her legs. She heard herself instructing him to make her cum with his tongue. She felt her thighs trembling at the very idea of it.

Sylvia very nearly came without touching her clit. Simply tightening her pussy muscles came close to putting her over the top. She stopped just short of getting off, relaxed her legs, and picked up the book again to finish the first chapter.

Every word felt both helpful and arousing. The more she read, the more obvious it became that Sylvia would have to at least try and pursue the path the book's author described. She couldn't just read it as erotica. She couldn't let her desires remain a fantasy forever. She could - and would - take her time, but Sylvia didn't need to get through the first chapter to know that she needed to taste real domination.

It's worth noting that I'm not recommending that you cut your husband off from sex. Not entirely, at least. Some women choose to do so if they make cuckolding a part of their female led marriage, but it's far from a necessity.

In fact, you might find yourself eager to have a great deal of sex with your husband once you've tasted control. It's likely that you're going to experience arousal like you've never experienced before and if you find sex with him pleasurable, I recommend you indulge as often as you desire.

However, you should be on top as often as possible. There's a reason the position is called 'female superior.’ You're in control. You choose the tempo. You choose how deep he goes. You choose how much pleasure you give him. You could even choose to pursue your orgasm - via grinding your clit into his pelvis - without letting him get all the way to a climax. I'm not going to stop you from letting him have you in other positions, but I recommend you use 'female superior' as often as possible, if not each and every time you let him inside you.

Remember, you must embrace being in control. You own his cock. You own his orgasm. You own his pleasure. You're the decision maker when it comes to his sexual satisfaction and you must be confident in that.

Do whatever it takes to seize control of his orgasms, for once you have it the rest of his training is fairly straightforward. In many ways, it becomes more about you choosing what kind of husband you want, for once you're in control of his cock you get to make him into whatever sort of man you want him to be.

Isn't that intoxicating?

It was the most intoxicating thing Sylvia had ever read. She was surprised at how much she yearned for that level of control, of how wet it made her to consider dominating Shane in that way. It was so much more than controlling his orgasms. It was controlling everything. It was shaping him to be whatever she wanted him to be.

The only problem was that Sylvia had no idea what kind of man she would turn Shane into. Holly had shaped Troy into something of a manservant who happily took all the household chores upon himself to give her more time to relax and had seemingly embraced the idea that his wife would have sex with other men far more often than she had sex with him.

Sylvia didn't think she wanted a husband like that, but she wasn't the slightest bit certain. She recognized that some women would have been unsettled by not knowing, but Sylvia found it exciting. It felt like the whole world was her oyster, that she was free to slowly dip her toes into the world of domination. She could explore it in small ways without Shane even knowing. They were still relatively young, after all, which meant she had all the time in the world to explore every corner of her newfound kink.

As she'd hoped, Shane's gaze focused on Sylvia's thighs the moment he stepped into the living room. She was sitting on the couch in a cropped t-shirt and a pair of bikini cut panties with her legs crossed, showing off a wealth of her smooth, soft skin in an alluring manner.

"Wow, babe, you look beautiful," he said.

Sylvia smiled, both at the compliment and the look of lust in his eyes. He'd read her intention correctly - or at least partially so - and approached the couch while damn near licking his lips at the prospect of fucking her.

"Did you have a good day?" she asked while uncrossing her legs and spreading them just enough to ensure that Shane saw that she'd picked a particularly fetching pair of red lace panties.

He nodded while staring between her legs and she thought of the book and its insistence that a man craved the pleasures of pussy more than almost anything in the world.

"My day just got a lot better," he said with a nod.

Shane sat on the couch next to Sylvia and kissed her in a surprisingly tender manner. She thought he'd go in for an aggressive kiss, but it seemed that Shane was intent on taking his time. What he didn't know, of course, was that Sylvia was desperate to cum, that she'd been desperate for the better part of the day after reading through the first chapter of the book.

For that reason, Sylvia let her hand drift between Shane's legs before too long. She found his cock - hard, of course - and stroked him through his jeans while he moaned into her mouth. She swirled her tongue a little faster and he responded by running his hand up under her t-shirt until he found her bare breasts. He moaned again, though this time he sounded surprised at her lack of a bra.

"You're so sexy," he said. "So fucking sexy."

"Do you want me?" Sylvia asked.

He nodded. They kissed again and she moaned, though Shane had no way of knowing that her pleasure in that moment was because she had no intention of letting him have her.

As their tongues danced, Sylvia grabbed Shane's wrist and placed his hand between her legs. He rubbed her pussy through her delicate panties and then pulled them aside and slipped his fingers inside her. He moaned, this time because he'd found her wetness. He was almost certainly convinced he'd soon be inside her.

"Do you feel how wet I am?" she asked. "How fucking turned on I am?"

Shane smiled and nodded. His dick was hard as a rock. He wanted to fuck her. To have his way with her. To enjoy her pussy. He wasn't going to get what he wanted, though. Sylvia would be the one to get what she wanted.

"I want you to go down on me, Shane," she said while holding his gaze. "I want you to eat my pussy."

Sylvia had never really talked like that. The old version of her wouldn't have bothered requesting that he go down on her. He would have done so for a few minutes at most and she would have enjoyed it, but that version of her was gone. Now Sylvia wanted more than anything for Shane to go down on her and she found it thrilling to be just a little bit dirty in her request.

"With pleasure," he said.

Shane grabbed her leg and tried to spin Sylvia's body so he could eat her pussy while on the couch. She resisted, though. Instead, Sylvia gestured to the floor in front of the couch. She wanted to see Shane on his knees in front of her.

He offered no resistance. Instead, he smiled, slid off the couch, and got on his knees between her legs. He ran his fingers up her thighs and pulled off her panties. Sylvia slid her hips forward until her pussy rested at the edge of the couch and Shane kissed her inner thighs a handful of times before plunging his tongue into her cunt and working his way up to her clit.

"Oh, fuck," Sylvia said as she instinctively reached out and put a hand on the back of his head. "Just like that, baby. That feels so good. Fuck, your tongue feels so good."

She saw surprise in his eyes, but Sylvia was acting differently, so of course he was surprised. She never put a hand on his head. She never really talked like that when he went down on her. It had never felt as good as it did in that moment, though, but it was fair to say that after a day of fantasizing about domination, Sylvia had never been as turned on as she was in that moment.

"Put your fingers inside me," she said.

Shane reached up and slipped two fingers into her pussy. He pushed them in and out, adding a bit of extra pleasure and offering Sylvia the thrill of her orders being followed without hesitation. It was a small thing and it was nothing compared to the kind of domination the book had described, but it was her first real taste of it and it felt so fucking good.

Then Shane sat back and moved like he was going to get up. Sylvia leaned forward, reached out, and put a hand on the back of his head. She swiftly pulled him between her legs and said, "No. You're not done eating my pussy."

His eyes went wide and for a moment he did nothing. Then Sylvia grabbed a handful of his hair and stared at her husband. She silently dared him to try and pull away, to disappoint her by not tending to her pussy.

Shane folded. He put his tongue to work. He ate her pussy. Sylvia's thighs trembled from the sudden increase in the intensity of her pleasure. She felt her toes curl and she got a little lightheaded. She was on the verge of an orgasm. A really good orgasm.

"Make me cum!" she cried out.

Shane didn't even have to work that hard. A little taste of domination - of asserting her will and having Shane submit - put Sylvia over the top.

She had a body-shaking orgasm. She let go of his hair, spread her legs, and felt her toes curl even more. Sylvia's eyes closed and she grabbed two handfuls of the couch cushions and screamed in pleasure while Shane gently licked her clit.

She kept her eyes closed as thrilling aftershocks of pleasure worked their way through her for half a minute after the initial climax. It was an orgasm unlike any other and in that moment Sylvia was convinced she'd need to experience many more just like it, that going back to the old way of doing things wouldn't be good enough.

When she opened her eyes, Sylvia smiled at the somewhat dumbfounded look on her husband's face. "Thank you for that," she said before leaning down and kissing him on the forehead. "I really needed that."

Sylvia stood up, stepped over Shane, and retrieved her panties.

"What about me?" he asked.

"I'm not in the mood," she said. "Don't worry, though. If you keep using your tongue like that, I'll make you feel better than you can possibly imagine, Shane."

Sylvia looked over her shoulder to see a confused-but-curious look on his face, smiled, and walked away filled with a kind of confidence and joy she'd never felt.

She had so much to learn, but there was no question in Sylvia's mind that she had to pursue the pleasures of being a dominant wife and of building the kind of female led marriage that worked for her and Shane.