The One About My Submissive Wife - Sex Stories

The One About My Submissive Wife

... get over the images in my mind, of my wife on all fours crawling towards me with her heavy breasts hanging down and her hard nipples rubbing against the carpet. Images of her total submission to my loving authority. As the days went along I knew then that I had been wrong. Neither feminism nor faith contradicted a dominant/submissive relationship - not when it fulfils the deepest needs of those taking part. Indeed, if feminism means anything at all enables women to embrace their submissiveness without risking the respect they are treated with outside the bedroom. All such worthy thoughts aside, to be honest I was in the end superficial. I wanted to have my way with this woman. A woman who wanted me to be her master. A woman wanting to be punished by her man. Days went by, days and nights of constant delirious masturbation. I still didn’t want to give up a dream of my own family but equally how could I give up this wonderful offer of sexual fulfilment with a woman I understood and wanted so much? Eventually early one evening I turned up at her door. She burst into tears and hugged me before sinking straight to her knees, unzipping my cock and sucking me off until my cum hit the back of her throat. She swallowed all of it. In the coming days there followed countless hours of discipline, role-play, spanking, soreness, bondage and cum. Lots of cum. She was insatiable, playing the victim to my fantasy burglar, the punished naughty girl, the maid to her master. And I loved it, ...

... knowing it met my deepest needs even as I wondered if it would last. Would a life of sexual fulfilment make up for a life without children? After a week of this I left her for the final time. Our last fuck had left her ass high in the air, burning from the palm of my hand. I still have that image in my mind when I think of her. It still arouses me even as the lost opportunities for both of us makes me sad. Nearly nine years later I am delighted to be a father, very happy to be a father. But I am also in a celibate relationship. At the beginning of this relationship I had assumed that as before all it would take is honesty for my new partner would reveal her innermost desires.But it turned out that she didn’t have innermost desires or perhaps they were so well hidden that they remain completely inaccessible to me. So I am still haunted by my week as a dominant man. If you are a woman reading this I yearn to tell you what to do, to command you. And, I promise, you would get as much pleasure from my loving authority as I would get by exercising it. But my curse is to remain a feminist, and a loyal man. Out of respect for my partner and family I remain celibate, alone with my imagination and my left hand. And whether you are a man or woman reading this I implore you to be honest with your partner. If you need to be taken like a bitch in heat tell your man. If you need your cum swallowed tell your woman. Don’t let the opportunity to be honest pass by, you might just be surprised by ...