Chapter 5

Saturday night. For us, like many couples, date night. She dressed in all black. Towering high heels, fishnet stockings with garter belt, a short leather skirt, and a very sexy leather corset. No panties of course, those she wore only when she had it in mind for someone to sniff them later.

I too was in black, black leather boots, pants, and a T-shirt proclaiming to all “I Drink Pee!” I also wore a collar as befitting my station, and while I was shaving for the evening she bent me over the bathroom counter and inserted a plug deep into my ass.

Ready, we were off to a fetish party.

We entered, mingled, shared some words with friends both old and new, then she was off on the prowl. “Take my purse and sit down at that table over there. I’m going to have some fun while you wait for me. Lots of beautiful women here tonight, so you shouldn’t get bored watching them prance around!”

With that she was off to mingle some more, perhaps meet some new people, and I knew to play. She loved these parties because they were always populated by guys just begging to be whipped, just begging to serve. I found us a table and sat taking tremendous voyeuristic enjoyment in all there was to see.

Time passed, I watched, I talked to some friends who happened by, I enjoyed my drinks. From time to time I’d catch sight of her talking to someone, laughing with or at someone, spanking a bare ass with a smile on her lips and a twinkle in her eye.

Eventually she brought a new lady friend over to our table, I was introduced and they sat down. “Anne here has been doing a lot of playing lately, as a submissive to her boyfriend, but now she wants to explore her dominant side.” My wife told me.

“You certainly couldn’t have a better teacher than my wife, and I’m quite sure that you will come to enjoy exercising power, demanding that your desires be met.” I said to Anne.

“Can you tell me how your relationship works?” Anne asked my wife.

“Certainly. It’s really quite simple. I have decided that in our relationship I make the decisions. I am the decision maker. He does not get to make decisions. He is the non-decision maker. I decide where we go, what we do, whom we see. I decide how sex will be for me, and how sex will be for him. I decide how chores will be done, and whom they will be done by. He doesn’t so much as go to the bathroom without my say so.” Said my wife.

“I understand how that works intellectually, in theory, but how does it work in practice?” Anne asked.

“He loves sex, surely all men do. He doesn’t get to make decisions though, and especially not about sex. I make the decisions, and I don’t honestly care what he thinks about sex. This has resulted in denial of all sex for him. He is not allowed to touch my pussy or my breasts in a sexual way, he certainly will never have his cock in my mouth or pussy, and I freely take my sexual pleasure from other men. He’s sitting there right now with a huge plug jammed up his ass, and that’s as close as he ever gets to sex with me. I do let him lick my ass when he’s been a good boy, and I let him kneel down and masturbate once in awhile. So you see, what he desires is unimportant to me, what I desire is all that is important, and since I make the decisions my desire becomes his law.” She said.

“But how can you like that?” Anne exclaimed while turning towards me.

“My wife has taught me that only female sexual pleasure is valid, that male sexual pleasure is both moronic and disgusting. At her hands I’ve learned to take my pleasure in her pleasure, to find sexual satisfaction in her satisfaction. I delight in my life, and in living as she directs me to live.” I answered.

“Explaining the joys of female supremacy is very hard to do, but seeing those joys is easy.” My wife said.

“I would like to take you shopping some day next week. Hubby here can wash your car and clean your apartment while we are out, then fix us a nice meal. That should help open your eyes to the benefits of female supremacy for us, and watching him joyfully go about his tasks should help you understand how deeply fulfilling such service is to a male.” She continued.

“That would be fun. Let me give you my email.” Anne replied while writing her electronic address on a napkin.

“In the meantime just remember that in female supremacist relationships, only the females desires are important. If we care about the males desires he knows this, and it ruins the fantasy for him. If we worry about him having fun he knows it, and it becomes less fun, and unfulfilling for him. To make your man happy you have to be cruel and selfish. The crueler, the more selfish you become, the happier he will be. Decide exactly what it is you want, communicate those desires to a man with extreme clarity, then demand that they be met. It will make you both thrilled.” My wife finished.

“Now let’s leave hubby here and go see if we can’t find a handsome boy to spank!” She said.

With that they were gone and I left to continue my voyeuristic pleasure, and my thoughts that we just might have a new member of C.L.I.T. A very attractive young woman, if she could discover and embrace female supremacy she would make one very lucky man mighty happy indeed. Perhaps even a little stable of men.

Eventually my wife returns to me, this time with a very attractive and muscular young man in tow.

“Honey, I want you to meet Jack. I’ve been having the most wonderful time with him! Jack, this is my husband.” We shake hands as my wife makes her introduction.

“I put Jack up in the sling and went to work on his cock and balls, really pulled out all the stops with the clamps, sounds, and even a little ruler. His cock is magnificent! Long, thick, and hard beyond belief. He was so much fun, and so much lust! You should have seen all the precum running out of him.” My wife told me.

I nodded at him in acknowledgement of her compliments as my wife started telling him about me.

“My husband is a very good slave to me, and I love him very much. The thought of being sexual with him disgusts me though, so I just can’t allow anything like that to ever happen. He’s a good boy though, and never gets jealous when I find a great new man to fill my needs.” She told Jack.

He looked at me with a smirk in his eyes as he realized just how pussy whipped I truly am.

“Now kiss me, show hubby just how hot we are together.” My wife commanded him.

I watched their long, lingering kiss, mouths wide open, tongues clashing. Her hand grabbing his ass, her other reaching for his cock, stroking it through his pants, all the while his hands moving back and forth between her ass and her tits, exploring her body to both their delights.

Their kiss and touching ended she looked at me and asked “Did you like watching him make me so hot little hubby?”

“Yes, I always get so turned on watching you.” I replied.

“Good. Now I want you to go home. Jack and I are going to hang out here a little while longer, then he can drive me home. Turn up the heat in my bedroom, light the candles, and turn down the sheets. Get out my toys, don’t forget any of my favorites, I want to hurt poor Jack some before he makes me cum.” She commanded.

“Yes Ma’am.” I replied.

“When my room is all ready you can go to bed, read awhile while you wait for us. When we get home turn on the intercom in your room so that you can listen while Jack pleasures me.” After I cum you can masturbate, but do it into a condom and when you are done tie off the end to keep it fresh. You can drink your disgusting slime with your orange juice in the morning before licking any stains Jack and I might make off of my sheets. Do you understand all of my instructions slave?” She asked me.

“Yes, Ma’am” I answered.

“Good, then get going, I want everything perfect when Jack and I get there, because I have a feeling that tonight’s going to be a night to remember!”

I left and did as instructed. Much later that night I listened to the intercom as she tortured Jack unmercifully, and later as he brought her to orgasm time and time again. The next morning Jack was gone having been sent away when she was done using him, I of course drank my orange juice fortified with cum, and licked the wet spots they had created off of her sheets before changing them.

Later in the day, I wrote my note to Jack.

Dear Sir,

Sincerely,
Pussy boy