Dominance

She was a big girl, 6'1" and 178 pounds. She'd been an angry, unhappy person all her life; she had a nasty temper and was as aggressive as any man. She had wound up hating her husband, a big, aggressive, normal man whose urges she did not want to serve.

Now she was free, working in a supermarket and waiting for what life would bring.

He came into the market and saw this Amazon, telling off a fellow worker and exuding dominance, and she instantly pulled , with maximum strength, on every submissive feeling he had, and more that he didn't even realize he had. He had to have her- that is, he needed for her to have him. He just looked at her, until she realized he was doing so. Then he smiled at her exactly as a girl smiles at a man. She understood everything, and they were soon together.

Intercourse was forbidden. Their sex life consisted always of him giving her oral sex, while masturbating against the bed. He got better and better at this until he gave exquisite head to her.

She soon quit her job and moved in. She dominated in life, as in bed: she made the decisions and plans, paid the bills, called the shots. He cooked, did the dishes, laundry, etc. His only other responsibility was to work and bring home the money. This was handed over to her, and she gave him an allowance. It was understood from the beginning that she was head of the house and not to be disputed.

Life was fine, it seemed to be deeply fulfilling for both of them. But after some time passed, it was no longer enough for her. She needed to dominate more, not just to be accepted as the boss. She needed to have more impact on him. She knew he would accept any command.

She told him he was to buy a male chastity belt and that he would be locked in it most of the time, except when she wanted sex.

He bought one the next day, put it on in front of her, and she locked it. She destroyed one of the 2 keys in front of him and kept the other. From now on he spent most of his time in this confining, uncomfortable thing; but she had put it on him, and he came to love it.

They were often happy. Watching tv at night, they could do what they couldn't dare do anywhere else: he would sit on her lap, with his arm around her neck while she had her arm around his waist. Sometimes he would rest his head on her shoulder, or snuggle against her chest just above the rise of her breasts- breasts he had never seen or handled.

But she couldn't be satisfied, couldn't be happy . She had to have more. Eventually she told him they were to trade underwear. He gave her all his boxer shorts, and she gave him her panties. From then on, he went to work every day locked into his male chastity belt, and in panties.

Her time was her own and she spent much of it at the gym, staying strong. She met many women at the gym, and since she had been bi all her life she had lots of afternoon lesbian affairs. But they had become unsatisfying- a man's mouth was so much stronger ! What a passionately submissive man could do for your cunt was unspeakably better than the most devoted lesbian femme. It occurred to her that if dominant lesbians knew what they could get from submissive men, submissive lesbians would be in a lot of trouble.

But in the end, she could never be satisfied and he could only submit. She needed to inflict physical abuse, and he needed to accept it. She told him that, whenever he disappointed or displeased her, she would punish him. He accepted this quietly- ashamed to show how excited he was by it. Punishment meant taking off his pants and panties, and while on his knees taking the belt out of his pants and handing it up to her on the palms of his hands. Then she commanded him to assume the position. He was never even told how many lashes he would get a particular time.

Sometimes the sight of his bare ass, humbly presented and receiving punishment, would drive her into a sexual frenzy so that she stopped the whipping, quickly unlocked his chastity belt, and dragged him into bed. For him the burning pain in his ass, the taste of her cunt, and his own building orgasm were an incredible combination of sensations. He thought they had reached the ultimate.

Unfortunately, the ultimate meant something different for her. She knew that to act on her deepest urges would mean the end of a very satisfying life, and severe legal consequences. But power and abusiveness for her, like submission and masochism for him, had become drugs. They didn't control these feelings; the feelings controlled them.

One day when he came home, before he could start dinner, she told him to undress. He stripped immediately, easily, without even thinking of asking why. She unlocked his chastity belt, and he thought that they were going to have sex at an unusual time. Then she held out her hand and said, "give me your little penis".

He moved closer, took it in his hand and dropped it into her outstretched hand, and her fingers closed on it. He had long been speculating about when, not whether, she would start hurting his penis as part of their relationship. He waited to feel fingertips pinching, and long female nails digging in. Closing his eyes he braced himself for pain, while eagerly anticipating it. Then her other hand came down, with the knife in it.