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“Femdom Wife” female domination relationship erotica by Chrissy Wild:

Femdom Wife

My wife always dominated our marriage, but recently things took a turn toward the extreme. Aside from the usual daily punishments, which I had grown to expect and actually enjoy, she started complaining about my services in bed and said she wanted a real man to please her.

There was a time when I thought I was that real man she wanted. We met in college, when she was the sweetest little thing you’d lay eyes on. She was small and very short, just the kind of petite woman I like. She had her very light brown hair always up in pigtails or ponytails, and had beautiful green eyes. Despite her tiny frame and thin waist, she had nice sized breasts and a perfect shapely ass. To top it off, she was kind and caring.

We tied the knot after we graduated. On our wedding night, my life changed forever. We were in the bridal suite of a fancy hotel, still in our wedding attire, when she sat me down on the bed. I thought we were about to make love, but she had something else in mind.

“Honey, things are going to be different from now on,” she told me.

“I know. I can’t believe we’re actually married. We’re husband and wife,” I said with a smile.

“That’s not what I mean. There’s something I never told you before, because I was afraid you’d back out of the marriage. I want our marriage to be a female dominated marriage. I’ve always believed males are the inferior sex and that husbands should serve and worship their wives. All my friends have marriages like that, and I decided I want one too.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My pretty little wife was saying she wanted to lead the marriage, to make all the decisions, and to completely dominate me. This was a shock because she was always so sweet. I always treated her well, and paid for everything, and opened the door for her, and let her slap me when she was upset. She always seemed to appreciate those things. But now it seemed like she wanted so much more.

“But, sweetie, can’t we talk about this? Doesn’t my opinion matter?” I asked.

“Shhh,” she said, putting her feminine finger up to my mouth. “Not any more. We’re in a female led relationship, remember? I said I already decided. It’s the woman who decides in a female led relationship, and your opinion doesn’t matter.”

She had already decided this was what she wanted, and since men don’t have any say in a female led relationship, I simply had to take it.

“Sweetie, please,” I pleaded.

She slapped me. She had a calm, caring look on her face, and she struck me as if it were nothing. I sat there in shock, my face stinging. I didn’t know what to do.

“Never call me that again. In fact, you will call me ‘mistress’ from now on.”

I knew she had me by the balls. There was no way I could back out of the marriage at that point, because we were already married. If I attempted to file for divorce, she would have gotten a lawyer and taken everything, no matter what. That’s the way every divorce happens, and wives always know this. I would be out on the streets.

“Do you understand?” she asked, with a kind and caring expression. It took me a little while to think about it.

“Yes, mistress,” I finally said, submissively. I gave in. My sweet and pretty bride had just taken full control of my marriage. Had we not gotten married and she told me this, I would have run for the hills. She was right about that. Her friends must have done the same thing. They waited until the wedding night to break the news about the new type of marriage. These female dominated marriages are all the rage.

What man would want this? She was going to turn me into a subservient pushover husband. But what choice did I have? She could divorce me and probably have me thrown in jail. I had to suck it up, and learn to appreciate our new arrangement.

“Now, I got you a wedding present,” she said as she produced a pink box with a pink bow on it. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what was inside. I accepted the gift and opened it. Inside was a male chastity device.

“Are you really going to put this on me, mistress?” I asked.

“Of course!” she exclaimed with a smile. “The only sex we have anyway is eating me out. So this way, I can be sure you not only will not cheat, but you won’t even jerk off either.”

“But there’s no key,” I observed.

“Now, babe, you’ll have to trust me that I have a key. Okay?” She put her soft feminine hands on my face and looked at me with those gorgeous green eyes. I knew she was going to get her way with this, so I submitted to her wishes.

She attached the device on my penis and locked it. It felt very tight, and there was no possible way I was going to get even partially erect under that restraint. It was kind of liberating in a way. The only time I ever had vaginal intercourse with her was the first night we met. Ever since then, she just had me eat her out when we wanted to have sex. Usually I would just jerk off later. I wanted to fuck her again badly, but with that device on, I knew I was never going to get it again. There was no use fighting.

“Now eat my pussy,” she told me as she leaned back, pulled up her wedding dress, and showed me her perfect, shaved pussy.

I dove into her pussy and licked her ravenously. I must have brought her to orgasm 20 times that night. I always thought of myself as a powerful, masculine man. But there was something about this hot petite woman taking charge and totally dominating me that thrilled the hell out of me, especially being locked up in that chastity cage.

I adored that pussy, and wanted to worship it forever. I knew that the longer I went without ejaculating, my devotion and adoration would just get even more intense. She knew what she was doing.

The next thing we did was have the house and car put in her name, and have all my money transferred to her accounts. There was no way I could prove that anything in the house was mine, so effectively I had nothing left but my wife. She controlled and owned everything, including me.

One of her favorite things to do was to control me in public. We would go out and masquerade as a typical couple. We would even talk and act like normal couples. Then, out of nowhere, without ever giving me any warning, she would slap me hard across the face.

She loved to do this in front of other families and watch my humiliation. The other people always knew that women sometimes slapped men like that, and never once said anything. It always hurt, physically and emotionally, but that’s the kind of marriage I have.

At home it was even worse. I had to do everything around the house: the cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc. I even had to bathe my wife. She would relax in a hot bath while I would gently wash her with a sponge. Often she would have me finger her before she got out. Then I bathed in her dirty bath water to save water.

Often she would sit on my face while she talked to her friends on the phone or watched TV. Sometimes she would be naked, other times wearing panties or jeans or shorts. She seldom rode my face to orgasm, but rather just liked to dominate me and humiliate me by making me sit there with her ass in my face. I can’t say I didn’t like it, because she always had the most perfect ass.

We would watch TV together sometimes, and occasionally have normal conversations. I had to be careful not to disagree with her on anything or accidentally say things she didn’t like. If I ever talked back or said something she didn’t like, she would simply have to say, “Position,” and I would have to bend over in front of her, pull my pants and underwear down and present my exposed balls to her. Depending on the situation, she would smack, punch or kick my balls anywhere from 1 to 20 or so times to punish me.

I did everything I could not to get punished. I always did everything she told me to do, including peeing sitting down, and wearing her dirty panties to work, etc. I worked extra hard to afford everything she liked, because she quit her job after we got married. I labor to please her and buy her nice things because I truly love her, and I don’t mind working extra hard for her.

Meanwhile, as the months passed, my balls got so full and I was extremely horny. This was intensely frustrating because I could never get any kind of release whatsoever. I couldn’t even get an erection. So when she told me she was tired of me just eating her out, I was thrilled.

“Honey, I want to be penetrated,” she told me one night.

“Really? I can’t believe that, mistress. I’m so happy,” I said gleefully.

“Yeah, I miss getting pounded by big cock,” she said.

She surely wasn’t talking about me, because she always complained that I had a “micro” penis, and we only ever had vaginal sex that one night. Still, I was happy she was going to let me out of my cage and actually have sex with her. I wanted to please her however she wanted it.

“So I got you this,” she said, as she pulled a humongous strap-on out of her drawer. “Your little dick cage can fit right under here,” she said as she pointed to the base of the big black dildo.

“Oh,” I said, disappointed, “I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”

“I should smack your balls for that, dear, and you know it. Besides, that little thing is doing just fine where it is. I’m talking about my college days when I would take as many black cocks as possible.”

As let down as I was, I was still glad to be able to please her. Of course, I wouldn’t feel anything, but she certainly was going to. She got on her bed and was on all fours, exposing that beautiful little pussy and ass. I had never seen her in this position, looking so hot and submissive. I put on the strap-on, with that giant black dildo sticking out 10 or 11 inches. She was already wet and fingering herself.

I put the dildo in her and started thrusting. It felt very strange fucking her without feeling it, with my dick tucked away underneath, unable to feel any pleasure. She screamed in delight as the thick cock filled her up. I never heard her scream like this. Usually when I ate her out, she just moaned a little, but this was crazy. The neighbors surely heard her.

This repeated every night for about a month. She would take the dildo that I pounded in her. I wasn’t actually fucking her, though, and it felt immensely degrading and emasculating. But she’s my wife and I love her, and this was what she wanted. For the time being, I was happy giving her that big black cock.

Then things changed entirely when she brought home this 19 year old black stud named Khalil. He was tall and well muscled, and could certainly beat the shit out of me. Seeing him walk into our house (or should I say her house?), with my wife all over him, laughing and having a good time, was so humiliating and made me feel like shit.

The guy barely even noticed me, or cared about me. Here he was sitting on my couch, with my wife sitting on his lap, and with his hands all over her tits and ass, and didn’t even care that I was there. I didn’t even know if he knew or cared if she was married.

“Honey, aren’t you going to offer our guest a drink?” my wife said, not even looking at me.

“What do you want? I have lager, vodka…” I began.

“A 40,” he said, as he kissed my wife.

“We don’t have 40s here,” I said.

“Looks like someone is going out for some beer,” my wife said.

I had to go all the way across town to the bad neighborhood to even find a 40 ounce beer. I didn’t know what brand he wanted so I just grabbed as many as I could. I hoped my wife didn’t make me go out again.

When I returned, I could hear my wife screaming before I even stepped in the house. They weren’t in the living room anymore so I went up to the bedroom. He was fucking her from behind, like I was with the dildo. I could see he was massive, like the dildo, and thick too.

“I’ll put the 40s downstairs,” I told them as I started to shut the door.

“You’ll..sit…down…and watch,” my wife said as the black man thrust into her powerfully with each hump, smacking her pale ass with his dark body.

I sat down on the floor and watched. My wife screamed and moaned, and didn’t even have to touch herself. Finally the black man pulled himself out of her, turned her toward him, and put his huge black dick in her mouth. She grabbed it with both hands and sucked the tip, barely able to suck 1/3 of the way down that thick shaft. When he came, she moaned as his cum filled her mouth. She truly loved swallowing that load.

Out of breath, the two laid down on the mattress, and she put her arm around him, kissing his sweaty black body. She never showed me that much affection.

“We’re going to be paying Khalil $3,000 a month,” she told me. “If you can’t afford that, do more overtime.”

I didn’t even know what I was paying for. Was he going to do work around the house? I doubted it. She just wanted me to pay this guy to humiliate and dominate me financially, in addition to all the other ways.

This black man got to have all the fun, with his giant, unlocked penis, fucking my beautiful wife, and getting paid to do it. He could probably quit his job, if he had one.

He didn’t have a job to begin with, but he made coming over the house his new job. To this day, he still comes over and fucks my wife 4 or 5 times a week. His “salary” has been increased to $4,000, and I have to work 16 hour days just to pay him as well as all the bills.

I didn’t like this at first. But I realized that since my wife likes it, I should like it, too. She keeps me locked up, and claims to have lost the key. I haven’t ejaculated since before my wedding night, and that was years ago. Now, I consider myself lucky to be able to watch my wife have sex.

She still beats me and humiliates me in public, and I have learned to enjoy it. Any attention she gives me at all is appreciated and I love every minute of it. All her friends have seen our marriage, and now they all have female dominated marriages. They all agree that it’s the best kind of marriage there is.

I truly have the best wife.

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