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Learning How to Take Control of Her Marriage - Part 1
🕑 Added 2023-08-18 06:13:32 +0000 UTC"Do you really need new dresses?"
It was a simple question, really, and Sylvia didn't think anything of it when she heard a man ask it of his wife. They were shopping and his arms were loaded with what looked to be nearly a dozen dresses. She wasn't finished looking, either. The tone of the question was a little rude, but Sylvia couldn't believe the woman's response.
She whirled around and without saying a word she delivered an open-handed slap to her husband's face. "Don't you dare talk to me like that," she said harshly. "You know better than that."
Sylvia was equally stunned when she saw the husband look at the ground and say, "You're right. I apologize."
The woman smiled - a victorious smile - pointed at her feet, and demanded, "Apologize properly."
Sylvia watched the man slowly sink to his knees, bend over, and plant a handful of kisses on each of his wife's feet. He then sat back, looked up at her, and said, "I'm sorry, goddess. I shouldn't have been rude. I know better than that. I'll accept any punishment you decide to administer."
His wife reached out and caressed his face. The guy closed his eyes and leaned into her gentle touch, which was a far cry from the forceful slap she'd delivered as a result of his rudeness.
"I'll punish you when we get home," she said. "For now, I expect you to behave yourself."
"I will," he replied.
He stood and the woman looked at Sylvia and smiled as if what she'd just witnessed was a perfectly normal exchange between a husband and wife.
"Hi," Sylvia said.
"Hi," the woman replied.
"Is he...is he always like that?" Sylvia asked.
The woman looked at her husband, smiled sweetly and reached out to caress his face once more. "He is. It took some time to train him and as you saw he still forgets his place from time to time, but he's almost always well-behaved and it's made our marriage much stronger. Isn't that right, sweetie?"
He turned to Sylvia and nodded. "It has. I know it might seem crazy and that you might not be able to imagine a man wanting to be in a marriage like ours, but I've never been happier."
"Come, my love," the woman said.
"Yes, goddess," he replied.
The woman smiled at Sylvia and then turned and walked away to look through more dresses.
"Fuck," Sylvia said softly as she headed for the fitting room. She walked all the way to the end of the hall and slipped into an empty room. She locked the door, unbuttoned her jeans, and slipped a hand into her panties.
Sylvia bit her lower lip and suppressed a moan as she slipped a finger between her labia and discovered the wetness that had formed as she watched that beautiful, confident woman control her husband with ease.
"Oh my god," Sylvia said as her finger brushed against her clit. The pleasure was overwhelming. It was heavenly. It was unlike anything she'd felt in years, maybe ever.
The idea of masturbating in public seemed insane, and yet Sylvia pushed her jeans down to her knees, sat on the little wooden bench in the living room, and pulled her panties aside. She plunged a finger into her pussy to gather her wetness and then rubbed her clit furiously. Sylvia closed her eyes and the pleasure spread through her body, encircling her like a warm hug. Her fingers and toes tingled and she felt blissfully lightheaded in the moment before an orgasm washed over her.
Sylvia covered her mouth to prevent her moans from reverberating down the hallway and into the store. Her toes curled in her shoes and her legs trembled from a climax unlike any other.
"Holy shit," she whispered after it was over. Sylvia gently placed her panties back over her soaking wet pussy, stood, and pulled her jeans back up. She took a look in the mirror to make sure she wasn't a mess, gathered her things from the bench, and unlocked the fitting room door.
"Oh, fuck," Sylvia said as she saw the woman who'd slapped her husband standing right outside the door.
She smiled, extended her hand, and said, "I'm Holly."
Sylvia was thrown by the warmth of her smile and the introduction, so it took a few moments before she took Holly's hand and replied, "I'm Sylvia. It's nice to meet you."
"Did I hear what I think I heard?" Holly asked.
"I...uh...yeah, probably."
Holly smiled again, though this time there was a devilish glint in her eye. "Did my treatment of my husband inspire you?"
Sylvia nodded. Never in her life had she even thought of treating a man that way, and yet there was no question the wetness between her legs and the intense desire that led to her masturbating in a fitting room had been inspired by Holly's treatment of her husband.
"Any man can be trained to be as obedient as my husband is," Holly explained. "It takes patience and strength on your part, but it can be done."
"Re...really?"
Holly nodded. "Absolutely. I wasn't particularly well-versed in how to train a man when I began reshaping my husband's behavior, but I found a fantastic book that helped guide me and it wasn't long before I saw positive results that improved our marriage in every way."
"What...what book?" Sylvia asked. It felt as though she was outside her body, as if she was acting on pure instinct.
"It's called 'A Domme's Guide to Training the Perfect Husband' and it's exquisite," Holly answered. "It was written decades ago and it's out of print, but I'd be more than happy to lend you my copy."
Sylvia knew it was insane to even consider training her husband in any way, and yet she was overcome with an almost desperate desire to read the book, if only for the chance that it might fuel another orgasm like the one she'd just experienced.
"I'd love to read it," she said. "If you don't mind lending it to me, that is."
Holly smiled, reached out, and gently squeezed Sylvia's hand. "It would be my pleasure. Honestly, I can't tell you what a difference that book has made in my life. I'm happier. My husband Troy is happier. We're both far more satisfied with our marriage, too, and at the risk of oversharing, it's made an incredible difference in our sex life."
Sylvia wanted more details - she felt surprisingly eager to hear those details, in fact - but she chose not to press for them in the moment.
"Would you like to come over this afternoon to pick up the book?" Holly asked. "We could talk a little, if you'd like. I have a feeling that we share more than a few things in common, at least if your response to my control over my husband is any indicator of how you feel."
"Yes, I'd like that," Sylvia said. "I don't understand how I'm feeling, to be honest, but I know that it was...well, that my response to what you did was overpowering. I mean, I've never done anything like what I just did. Not in public, at least."
Holly smiled brightly. "It's really something, isn't it? That feeling? That incredible, overwhelming feeling? I can tell you, Sylvia, that it only gets better as you go deeper. You can experience that feeling every day, and I promise the orgasms that come with it will get better, too."
"I can't thank you enough, Holly," Sylvia said. "For saying something, I mean. I was so embarrassed when I saw you, when I knew that you'd heard me do what I did. But I'm so grateful you said something. I don't know what's going on with me or what drove that out of control desire I felt, but I want to learn more."
Holly rested her hand on Sylvia's arm. "I'll do everything I can to help you understand, Sylvia, and with any luck you'll experience just some of the satisfaction I've experienced since taking control of my marriage. Now, I'm going to try on these dresses - and model the best looking of them for my husband - and then we'll check out and head home. Can I get your phone number so I can text you our address?"
"Oh, yes, absolutely," Sylvia said.
They exchanged numbers and Sylvia left the fitting area with a blissful smile on her face. She nodded at Troy - Holly's husband - and decided to do a little dress shopping of her own as she waited for her new friend to finish up.
"Welcome, Sylvia," Troy said as he answered the door to their beautiful home. "Please, come in."
Sylvia stepped into the house and a pleasant, floral scent filled her nose. Troy stepped past her and Sylvia followed him through the house and out into the backyard, where Holly waited with two glasses of bubbly liquid resting on a delicate table set between a pair of chairs that reminded her of those she'd seen at a high end beach hotel.
Holly stood, gave Sylvia a gentle hug, and said, "Welcome to our home. I'm so glad you came." They both sat and Holly picked up her glass and added, "I had Troy open a bottle of champagne to celebrate. It's not every day that I meet a woman like me, after all, and that's worth toasting to."
Sylvia sipped the exquisite-tasting champagne, swallowed, and smiled as she admired the beautiful yard that stretched out before her. It looked as though someone had put in a great deal of work to ensure its beauty, including the tending of numerous flower beds, the careful trimming of the grass, and the maintenance of a beautiful pool.
"Your home is beautiful, Holly," Sylvia said. "And the yard is just...it's so lovely."
"We spend a lot of time out here," Holly replied. "And Troy does all the work. He's out here every day ensuring that it looks beautiful. He plants new flowers each spring, too. We used to have a gardener, but they never really did a great job. They always seemed to prioritize speed over quality work. Troy never wanted to do it, but since I took control of our marriage he's much more amenable to doing housework."
"Really?" Sylvia asked with a raised eyebrow.
Holly smiled and sipped her champagne. "Oh yes. Troy does all the housework now. In the beginning of his training he struggled with that, but now he understands that his purpose is to make my life better, that he finds the deepest pleasure in making me happy, and it makes me happy when someone else does all the housework. It makes me happy to have leisure time, to be able to enjoy champagne with a new friend on a Saturday afternoon and to have no worries that the laundry will get done, or the bathroom will get cleaned, or the backyard will be cared for to ensure it's as beautiful as I want it to be."
"I don't know if Shane - that's my husband - could ever be convinced that his pleasure comes entirely from my pleasure," Sylvia noted.
Holly laughed. "I thought the same thing. I really did. I figured it wasn't possible, that some men just aren't wired that way. I was wrong, though. The book insisted that any man can be trained to put his wife's needs first - in fact, that he can be trained to put his needs aside entirely in the name of serving her needs - and it was right. It took a long time and a great deal of experimentation to figure out how to best train Troy, but he now accepts that a female led marriage is right for us. In fact, he's come to believe that a female led marriage is the only one in which he can experience true happiness."
"A female led marriage?" Sylvia asked.
Holly nodded. "That's really what the book is about. Training your husband to accept your authority and control, to accept that being in a marriage where his wife is the primary decision maker, where he doesn't necessarily get a say in the major decisions, and where the pursuit of her satisfaction, or pleasure, or happiness, is all that really matters."
Sylvia felt the same desire she'd experienced at the store. Once again she was certain an intense wetness had formed between her legs.
"Do you really control everything?" she asked.
Holly smiled, looked at Sylvia, and said, "It's intoxicating, isn't it?" She sipped her champagne. "I can see it in your eyes and on your face, Sylvia. I can see your desire. It's the same thing I felt when I first read the book. Every page was thrilling. Every description of a relationship where the woman was in total control thrilled me. It turned me on like nothing ever has. It was like the arousal filled my entire body. It spread like wildfire from my loins to every part of me. That's how I knew I had to train Troy. It was my body and brain telling me that a female led marriage was what I needed. I think your body and brain are telling you the same thing."
Sylvia was absolutely certain that Holly was right. There was no other possible explanation for the intense desire she felt, desire so strong that she contemplated running off to the bathroom to masturbate again, if only to clear her head a little.
"Does Troy...is he really okay with it? I mean, does he really find it satisfying?" Sylvia asked in lieu of pleasuring herself in her new friend's bathroom.
"Troy, my love, will you come out here?" Holly called out.
Her husband appeared a moment later, making it seem as though he'd been listening intently for his wife's command. "Yes, goddess. What can I do for you?"
"Sylvia wants to know if you truly enjoy our marriage being female led," Holly explained. "I think she can't quite wrap her head around the notion that a man would find it deeply satisfying to obey his wife's commands without hesitation and to put his needs far behind hers. So tell me, Troy, my love, if you were given the option to do anything right now, what would you do?"
"Anything?" he asked.
Holly nodded. "Anything at all. There's no need to hold back because of Sylvia's presence."
"I'd go down on you," Troy answered.
Sylvia's eyes went wide at the answer, though the look on Troy's face made it seem like going down on his wife was, in fact, the only thing he wanted in that moment and that being allowed to do so would have brought him great pleasure.
"You wouldn't choose a blowjob? Or fucking me?" Holly asked.
Troy shook his head. "I'd rather pleasure you."
"And if I made you choose something non-sexual?" Holly asked with a smile.
"I'd offer a foot massage," Troy answered. "Or a full body massage if that wasn't deemed sexual."
"And would it bring you pleasure to give me a foot massage?" she asked.
"More than I can explain," he said.
Sylvia found the exchange amazing, in no small part because it seemed as though Troy was being honest. In fact, Sylvia was certain she detected a hint of arousal on his face and in his eyes as he expressed his desire to do what made his wife feel good.
"You may give me a foot massage," Holly said.
Delight washed over Troy's face as he sank to his knees and gently removed Holly's heels. He set one of her feet on his thigh and offered what looked to Sylvia like a skilled massage.
"You'll need to be comfortable controlling your husband's orgasms," Holly said as she turned towards Sylvia. "That's the heart of the training. If you can do that, you can train him to be literally any kind of man you want. You may not desire the exact kind of husband I wanted Troy to be, and that's okay. To be honest, I didn't really know what I wanted Troy to be until we began the training. It didn't take long to figure out that I wanted an obedient, eager-to-please man that would take as much work off my plate as possible, though."
Sylvia wasn't sure if it was the champagne or the arousal coursing through her, but she was buzzing in the most appealing way imaginable. She couldn't think of a single specific thing she wanted from Shane - though on demand foot massages seemed nice - but Sylvia felt an unyielding desire for the kind of power that Holly wielded in her marriage.
"How did you control his orgasms?" she asked.
"At first I thought I could do it by the honor system," Holly answered. "That Troy would simply deny himself pleasure until I granted him permission. That was foolish, though. He's a man, after all, and he can't really control himself when it comes to his cock."
Sylvia was surprised to see a look of embarrassment on Troy's face, like he retroactively regretted his failures when they'd first started the training.
"The book recommends a chastity device, so I got one for Troy and locked his cock up," Holly explained.
Sylvia tried to imagine Shane letting her lock his cock in a device that prevented him from cumming, and while it seemed unlikely he'd be willing to do so, she couldn't help but feel a surge of desire at the thought of it.
"Does he still wear it?" she asked.
Holly shook her head. "No. Eventually, the chastity device taught him that his cock is unimportant, that he's not to play with it unless I give him permission, so now he's free from it. Though, he makes a mistake and masturbates from time to time and has to be locked up again so he remembers that I'm in control."
Sylvia's pussy gushed with desire as she considered having complete control over her husband's orgasms. "How often do you let him cum?"
"Three to four times a month," Holly answered with a smile as she looked down at her husband. "If he's been good, that is. If not, he can go a month or two between orgasms."
Sylvia's eyes went wide for a moment as she thought about Shane going that long without cumming. There was no way he'd be okay with that, though again she felt that surge of desire at the idea of having such control over him that she could prevent him from cumming for more than a month.
"Does he...does he enjoy you having that level of control?" Sylvia asked.
"Do you?" Holly asked as she looked at her husband.
Troy looked at Sylvia, nodded, and answered, "More than anything, actually. It was difficult at first, as Holly said, but once I got over the maddening nature of not being able to get hard or cum when I wanted to, there was this intense kind of pleasure in it. It focused my energy on Holly, on doing as she desired, on serving her needs. Plus, she was really affectionate. I guess you could say she was teasing me - and she was definitely doing that because I was turned on all the time - but it turns out that I really, really like being turned on all the time and that there's this incredible kind of pleasure in not knowing when I'm going to be able to cum again."
"He doesn't use his cage anymore," Holly said. "I still have it though, and I'd be more than happy to give it to you along with the book. What do you think?"
"I would love that," Sylvia said without hesitation. She knew it was unlikely the cage would end up on Shane's cock, and yet the idea of it thrilled her.
"Troy, would you go get the book and the cage for my new friend?" Holly asked.
"Of course, goddess," he replied.
Troy stood and headed into the house. Holly turned to watch him go with a smile on her face and Sylvia couldn't help but note that she looked utterly gleeful, like she really was as happy as she'd ever been after taking control of their marriage.
"He's incredible - and I mean incredible - with his tongue," Holly said as she turned back to Sylvia. "He was always pretty good, actually, but now he worships my pussy. He takes his time. He uses his fingers in wondrous ways. He makes sure that I always have a great orgasm and that's in no small part due to the fact that he's not thinking about his orgasm. He's not trying to get me wet so he can slip his cock inside me. He's just trying to make me feel good, and to earn a chance at an orgasm by doing a damn good job of it."
"Are you...are you turned on?" Sylvia asked.
Holly smiled and nodded. "I really am."
"Me too," Sylvia admitted.
Holly reached out and squeezed her hand. "I know exactly how you feel, Sylvia. Trust me. I remember what it was like when I first stumbled upon all of this. I remember how it felt like my whole body was tingling when I read the book, how I came just like you did in the fitting room, only I did it over, and over, and over again as I read through the chapters."
She leaned in a little closer and smiled a little brighter. "The best part is, the deeper I went, the hotter it all got. I mean, I've just started cuckolding Troy and it's...I mean, I can't even describe how hot it is."
"Wait...cuckolding?" Sylvia asked.
"Fucking other men while he remains faithful," Holly said. "I get to fuck whoever I want, Sylvia. It's incredible. And if the sex is great, I can keep fucking the guy without any worries and I can just end it when the sex gets stale. Plus, Troy is so well-trained that it actually turns him on."
Sylvia found that impossible to believe and she was certain she'd never want to fuck anyone other than Shane, but she was intrigued by Holly's obvious joy at cuckolding her husband. It certainly made it seem like she and Troy had made the right choice for their marriage.
"Here you go," Troy said as he returned to the deck and handed Sylvia a slender book with a rough-hewn black leather cover and a small dark red velvet bag tied tightly at the top.
"Thank you, Troy," Sylvia replied with a smile. "And thank you, Holly. This is so generous of you. And, well, it's so nice to know that someone feels what I'm feeling, that I'm not crazy in how I responded to what I saw in the store."
"Oh, you're not crazy at all," Holly said. "You're one of the lucky ones, Sylvia. Most marriages get stale and boring. Most sex lives die a slow, terrible death. Yours won't. There are so many good things about a female led marriage, but the endless rekindling of sexual desire - on both sides, by the way - is my favorite part of it."
"Mine too," Troy replied with what struck Sylvia as a genuine, borderline giddy smile.
"Would you like a foot massage, Sylvia?" Holly asked.
"Yes, absolutely," she replied without hesitation.
Troy dropped to his knees in front of her and gently removed Sylvia's shoes. He set her heel against his thigh and took her foot in his hand to offer the same massage he'd offered his wife.
"His submission feels good, doesn't it?" Holly asked softly as she reached out and took Sylvia's hand in hers.
It felt better than good. Sylvia hadn't been the one to command Troy's submission, and yet the sight of him happily dropping to his knees at her feet had sent a shockwave of pleasure through her body and deepened the wetness between her legs. "Like you wouldn't believe," Sylvia replied. A moment later she laughed. "Well, I guess you would believe it, wouldn't you?"
Holly lifted the back of Sylvia's hand to her lips and offered a gentle kiss before releasing her grip. "I understand exactly what you're feeling right now and if I can help you embrace this lifestyle in any way, please let me know. I think we can be very good friends, Sylvia."
"I do too," she replied as Troy moved to her other foot and repeated the same deeply-pleasurable process of massaging her and spreading both relaxation and arousal through her body. "And I'm going to start reading this book tonight. Who knows what might happen after that?"
Sylvia was going to read the book. She had no expectation of actually being able to do what Holly had done in her marriage, but the more she thought about it, the more she wanted it.
Perhaps the book would actually make it seem possible. Perhaps a female led marriage was in her future.
