Becca Bellamy
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Learning How to Take Control of Her Marriage - Part 5
🕑 Added 2024-03-11 05:31:46 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Punishment is often thought of as a reliable strategy to train your husband to embrace his submissive side. I largely disagree with that opinion, though.
You can certainly train a man via strict rules and harsh punishments for disobeying those rules, but the result will not be a submissive that loves and adores you and is willing to do anything you desire because of that. The result will be a man that fears you, that offers his submission because he fears the unpleasantness of your chosen punishments.
The result might also be a divorce, which is why I prefer praise over punishments. Instead of discouraging behavior you don't like, you want to encourage good behavior in training him to be the ideal submissive husband.
Before I go further, though, I should point out that there's one type of punishment - if you'd even call it that - that I do recommend you make use of: Denial.
As a woman, you possess what your husband craves most in the world. It's likely your pussy, but might also be your mouth or your hand. The specifics don't really matter. What matters is that you're in full control of the means of orgasm that your husband enjoys more than any other, which means you can withhold that means of orgasm as a way of punishing behavior you find unacceptable.
The upside of this particular form of punishment is that it will generate an ever-growing sense of desire in him and you can use that desire to control him. If he wants to satiate that desire, he must obey you.
Sylvia had thought she was making progress. She'd thought that Shane was focused on her, that he'd surrendered his orgasms to her. As it turned out, she'd been foolish to think that.
She'd walked in on Shane masturbating in the shower. He hadn't noticed her presence and she'd slipped out of the bathroom after just a few seconds of observing his furious stroking.
Rather than lose herself in the frustration, Sylvia retrieved the book from her nightstand and crawled into bed with it. The chapter was all about reward and punishment and it proved exceptionally helpful in bringing Sylvia back to a place of calm.
While some men naturally come around to the idea that their wives should be their only source of pleasure, others need to be specifically instructed that they are no longer allowed to masturbate. If you husband falls into the latter category, don't be shy about making your desires clear. After all, controlling his orgasms is the foundation of making yourself the leader of your marriage, so you need to seize that particular form of control as soon as possible.
It might take more than one conversation to make your desires clear. It's worth having to repeat yourself, though, as the rewards of controlling his orgasms are far greater than you can possibly imagine.
How you approach that conversation should be determined by your knowledge of your husband. Is he the kind of man that will respond to a simple demand - even if it's delivered in a kind, warm manner - or should the message be delivered with a bit of metaphorical honey?
If you haven't yet had the conversation, I'd recommend offering your husband pleasure right after you've delivered your message. Let him know that you want to be responsible for all of his orgasms...and then give him an orgasm. Associate surrendering control to you with his pleasure and he's far more likely to surrender that control without a fight.
Sylvia slid the book back into the nightstand and hurried towards the bathroom with purpose. Shane was still masturbating - he was clearly taking his time - and Sylvia unbuttoned her blouse as she watched him through the lightly-frosted glass of their shower door.
"Shane," she said.
His head whipped towards her as he pulled his hand from his cock. "Fuck, Sylvia, you scared me."
She unbuttoned her jeans and moved them over her hips. "Is there room in there for me?"
"Uh, yeah," he said. "Of course."
Sylvia could hear the disappointment in his voice. She wondered if he'd gotten quite close to orgasm and she'd interrupted him. She took off her bra and panties and pulled the shower door open.
Shane turned his body as if he was trying to hide his erection. Sylvia smiled, stepped under the water, pressed her naked body against his, and grasped his stiff cock as she kissed her husband's neck.
He tensed up at first, as if he was unsure of her intentions. That lasted no more than a few seconds, though, as Sylvia felt Shane's body relax as he turned towards her, grabbed her ass, and pulled her closer while their tongues entwined.
"Were you masturbating?" she asked.
"Yes," he admitted.
Sylvia stroked his cock and kissed him. He moaned into her mouth as she teased the head of his erection and then ran her fingers down the shaft and cupped his balls.
"Did it feel good?" she asked.
He seemed a little confused by the question, but he nodded.
"Does my hand feel better?"
"Yes, it does," he answered. "Much better."
They kissed again, this time in a remarkably deep fashion as Sylvia lured his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it while stroking his remarkably stiff cock with as much skill as she could muster.
"I don't like it when you masturbate," she whispered.
"I'm...I'm sorry."
"You don't need to apologize," she said. "I never said anything so you didn't know. Now you know, though. I don't like it when you masturbate."
Sylvia studied her husband's face as the hot water cascaded down her back and his dick throbbed in her hand. She saw the pleasure - the handjob certainly ensured he felt good - but she saw what struck her as a touch of concern, as if he'd disappointed her by masturbating. She liked that sense of concern. She liked that he didn't want to disappoint her.
"I like being the one to make you cum, Shane," she said. "I like being the one to take care of your orgasms, to make you feel good."
"I like that too," he replied.
She released his cock and leaned against the wall on the far side of the shower. She offered her hand and Shane took it. Sylvia placed it on one of her breasts and he quickly added his other hand, fondling both of her perky tits as he leaned in to kiss her.
Before their lips could meet, Sylvia asked, "Do I make you feel good, Shane? Do I make you cum hard? Does my hand, or my mouth, or my pussy feel better than when you masturbate?"
"Yes," he whispered. "Everything you do feels better than masturbating."
She wanted to ask him why he'd masturbated. She knew better than that, though. Men couldn't always articulate why they stroked their cocks when their wives were willing to offer them pleasure. Sometimes they did it just because they could, because it felt good, even if it wasn't anywhere near as good as sliding into the slick, hot confines of a tight pussy.
"I want to be the one that makes you cum, Shane," Sylvia said as she took his cock and pulled it between her legs, rubbing the top of the head and shaved over her pussy lips. "I want to be the only one that makes you cum."
He didn't respond. Instead, his lips parted and he moaned in pleasure.
"That means no masturbating," she said as the shower filled with steam. "Can you do that, Shane? Can you let me be the one to pleasure you?"
"Yes...fuck yes," he replied. "I can definitely do that."
Sylvia knew it wouldn't be that easy, but she was delighted at Shane's willingness to accept her wishes and at the level of control she felt with his cock in her hand. She likely could have gotten him to agree to anything in that moment, though the odds of him actually following through on a more outlandish promise were small. That's why Sylvia wasn't counting on him actually giving up all masturbation. She just wanted to plant the seed, and to set the table for her disappointment should he decide to masturbate in the future.
"There might be times when you desperately want to cum and I'm not in the mood," she said. "Will you still be able to hold off on masturbating, Shane? Will you be able to wait a day or two to get the satisfaction you crave? Will it be worth it to enjoy my tight pussy or my mouth?"
He nodded. "Yes...Sylvia, yes, it will be worth waiting. It will."
She knew better than to believe him, but Sylvia believed that Shane believed what he was saying. She also knew he was a man, and that men were weak when it came to their desire to cum.
"I'll be disappointed - maybe even upset - if you go back on your word, Shane. I know there will be times when it will be hard, but I expect you to make an effort not to masturbate. I expect you to make that effort for me, to be good for your wife," she said.
It was among the more explicitly dominant things Sylvia had ever said to him and she felt an intense surge of lust between her legs as she uttered the words. Shane seemed to respond in the same manner, though he was receiving a handjob at the time so it was hard to discern the source of his pleasure.
"I won't masturbate," he said. "I won't disappoint you. I won't. I'll be good."
The pleasure of his cock head rubbing against her clit was nearly enough to put Sylvia over the top as Shane uttered such beautifully submissive words, even if he was doing so without submissive intent.
Sylvia kissed him as Shane played with her tits. She moved her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy over the top of his cock and she lured his tongue into her mouth as he moaned.
"Would you like to cum in my mouth?" she asked.
His eyes went wide. "Absolutely."
Sylvia smiled and slowly dropped to her knees, kissing her way down her husband's chest and stomach as she did. His cock was stiff and wet and the head plump with desire. Sylvia wrapped her hands around the base, stroked him a few times, and then took him in her mouth as she looked up and enjoyed the pleasure and wonder on Shane's face.
"Oh my god," he said before closing his eyes and resting his hand on the tiled wall. "Sylvia, fuck, that feels so good."
Sylvia was delighted to experience such intense pleasure as she sucked her husband's cock. It had never struck her as an act of dominance to take a man in her mouth - and it probably wasn't - but in that moment it felt like an extension of her dominance and it was certainly an extension of her efforts to turn Shane into the submissive husband Sylvia absolutely wanted him to be.
Sylvia heightened her pleasure by masturbating as she gave Shane a blowjob. She moaned around his cock - perhaps making the oral sex even more pleasurable with a bit of vibration - and the more turned on she got the harder she sucked.
"Sylvia...I'm close," Shane announced after just a few minutes of oral pleasure.
She was close too. Very close, in fact. To heighten Shane's pleasure she began to stroke him while sucking, twisting her hand over the head of his cock before engulfing him in her mouth once more. Her fingers danced furiously over her clit at the same time and Sylvia's loins tingled with the pleasure of an impending orgasm.
"Oh, fuck!" Shane cried out right before slapping the tiled wall of the shower and unleashing a torrent of grunts and groans as his cum filled her mouth.
Sylvia kept her lips sealed around his shaft and caught his pleasant-tasting load while she masturbated to an orgasm of her own. Her legs trembled as the pleasure spread throughout her body, making her fingers and toes tingle in a remarkable manner. It was the first time she could remember cumming while giving a blowjob and it was a lovely little bonus to what felt like a very successful act of control, though time would tell just how successful she'd been.
When they'd both finished cumming, Sylvia swallowed her husband's seed, stood, and pulled him close for a hug.
"That was incredible, Sylvia," he said. "Just...fuck...what a way to start the day."
He stepped back and looked at her like she was a goddess. It put a smile on her face and Sylvia took his head in her hands with the intention of reinforcing the request she'd made of him.
Shane took her by surprise when he leaned in and kissed her. She was further surprised when his tongue slipped into her mouth. It wasn't a quick kiss, either. Sylvia was delighted by it, though, in part because he showed no fear of tasting the aftermath of his cum and because it was an act of genuine affection that made it seem as though he was deeply appreciative of the blowjob.
"Thank you," he said.
"It was my pleasure," she replied. "I don't know if you could tell, but I actually came while you were in my mouth."
"I did notice," he replied. "That was really hot."
"I agree."
"Can I...if it's not weird, can I wash your hair?" he asked.
Sylvia smiled. "I'd love that. Before you do, though, I just want to reiterate that I was serious. I don't want you masturbating anymore. I want to be the one to make you cum."
"I know," he said. "I was serious too. If that's what you want, then that's what I want too."
"So you won't masturbate anymore?" she asked.
"I won't."
Sylvia knew he'd likely break that promise, but she wasn't going to hold it against him if he did. Chances were that he'd break the promise only after Sylvia had denied him for long enough that he'd started to go mad with desire.
When that moment arrived, Sylvia would deal with it. She'd be further into the book by that point and would likely have a far better grasp of how to use Shane's moment of weakness to further his training as her submissive husband.
"Can I wash your hair?" he asked.
Sylvia nodded and stepped in front of him. Shane poured some of her shampoo into his hands, rubbed them together, and offered up a blissful scalp massage as he washed her hair.
All Sylvia could do was smile. She had very high hopes for the future of her marriage, for the increasing level of control she aimed to achieve, and for her and her husband's happiness as she became the undisputed leader in their household.
