Unrestrained Desires

Each following day, her general attitude changed by a bit. She got bossier and her acceptance of new role made her appear more firm and powerful. She made me do all the house chores and even for smallest things like picking up the phone, opening the door, she always commanded me to do it. It was not really what I had in mind but I was patient and didn't want to ruin the process of my wife becoming a Domme. I was certain that things would come into place. Her new act, her new behaviour turned me on a lot but there was no sex, no relief...nothing. Since my wife is very intelligent person, she noticed that I was uncomfortable and edgy about not being able to relief myself. On the other hand, I gave her at least two oral orgasms per day. One evening when I was at it, naked kneeling in front of her with my hands bound behind my back with a piece of rope, eating her out to another orgasm, once I was done she told me to stand up and wait for her for a few minutes. She went to our bedroom and two minutes later, came back with a small box. "You know, a lots of useful information can be found online. So yesterday, I read an article about how you men are much eager to please if denied orgasm. And now that I think of it, it is quite true as I remember how you were always useless after cumming...like a sick dog" she smiled and stopped for a second while looking at the small box. Then she continued, "so I decided to buy this for you", she opened the box and took out a metal cock cage. She looked at me and saw my surprised face, "it is not that I don't trust you, I just want to be on the safe side and prevent some accidental sperm release...now come closer" she ordered. She sat down on the sofa, took my genitals in her hand and pulled me closer ; for a while she studied the device and then quite easily, fitted it on my cock and balls, It had a very small padlock which she locked after the device was properly fitted. While holding a small key in her hand, she pulled a device a bit just to be sure it wouldn't come off. "Hmm...nice" she said with a smile, "how does it feel? uncomfortable?". It actually felt ok, although strange a little, "no, it is ok" I responded, " but what this means Tina? You never gonna let me cum again?" I asked her. "No...of course I will let you cum but on my terms and when I decide to" she stood up, came closer to my face and said with a silent voice, "but definitely not often as you wish me to...this is just another way of me taking control over you, which is what you wanted...unconditionally, right?" I nodded my head to confirm her words but it didn't satisfy her, "no...I want to hear you say yes, nodding is not good enough and by nodding you do not show enough respect for me!" her tone of voice went up. "Yes Tina, I understand and I apologise for nodding and not showing enough respect"...to that she smiled and said, "now that's much better."

I wore the device all the time and first few days it felt strange; but after only 3 or 4 days I got used to it and almost didn't notice it was there. It became like any other piece of clothing I was wearing on daily basis.

 

Her new dominant behaviour slowly intensified each day. I was now convinced that she began to like her new role, her new position in our life together.

It was one Saturday evening when she returned home from some shipping. As usual, I stayed home to do the house chores. When she came back I was already done with them all, dinner was ready, and house was clean. I vacuumed the floor, washed it, ironed some laundry and placed it all in closets...she took her coat of and walked in the living room without taking her boots off. Then something happened which I didn't expect. Her boots were all muddy as it was raining outside for two days. Obviously she didn't care at all where she was stepping when she was outside. She stood at the middle of our living room when she called for me, "Daniel! get over here, now!" she yelled. I was in the kitchen so I rushed over to her; here was muddy footprints all over. "What is this, ha?!" she pointed to the mud on the floor with her finger. "But Tina, I cleaned the floor already...", I didn't finish my thought as she interrupted me..."You stupid fuck...I know you did, moron. But you were supposed to anticipate that my boot will be dirty and wait for me at the door to clean them...do I have to tell you every little thing? Can't you do anything right by yourself?" This behaviour was something very new and I was a bit shocked. It took ma a while to figure out the right answer although I knew it will be in vain. "I am sorry Tina, I'll do better next time....to try to anticipate things like this." Just as I finished, she said, "get down on the floor and crawl here...now!" she was still practically yelling at me. I obeyed, got on my hands and knees and crawled in front of her. She looked down at me and said, "now....clean my boots, I want them shining." I was a bit confused for a second but then I said, "yes Tina but I need to go and bring a rag, some water and..." but again she interrupted me and said, "no you don't...you will clean my boots with your mouth, your tongue." I looked up with horror on my face as the idea of licking mud was not really my kind of fun; the only thing I managed to say was "but" and then she again interrupted me, "No buts! start licking and cleaning, not a word anymore...is that understood?!" "Yes Tina" I replied and slowly bowed my head down toward her boots. Still with much hesitation, I started to lick her boot ; it felt awful, I felt awful...the taste of dirt in my mouth, the humiliation, all of it. But still, I obeyed her wishes and licked her boots, licked the mud off of them...regardless to my feeling of reluctance, I felt excitement about it all. So after first difficulties of accepting what I was doing, I soon forgot all about it and my licking got easier. She lifted up her boot and exposed her sole which was really dirty ; I just heard her saying, "all of it...and swallow it, no spitting on the floor."

It took me almost 45 minutes to properly clean her boots ; she helped by moving them around, positioning them so it would be easier for me to access all parts. Once I was done she said, "now get up and kneel" and I obeyed. She bent down towards me, took my chin in her hand a spat at my face, "this is what's good for you...this is just what you deserve ,you piece of shit." She straightened herself again and just as I though she would walk away, she swung her right arm and slapped me hard on my left cheek, "and this is for dirty floor...now clean it up again" and then she walked away. I kneeled there and in shock watched my wife walk away graciously.