Sandra Tops Dan

Sandra and Dan were just starting their married life together. Their romance had been a whirlwind, long nights filled with steamy sex. But Dan had some problems adjusting to married life that he had not expected. While Sandra had loved frequent sex during their courtship, after marriage time between sexual encounters kept getting longer and longer. He stayed horny all the time and Sandra made it clear to him that she didn't appreciate him begging for sex daily. Sandra, being an extremely beautiful and strong willed woman usually got her way. Sexual relations became more and more infrequent and Dan continued to struggle with the situation.

Sandra had no intentions of making things easier on him; in fact she deliberately tried to make the situation tough for him. In the mornings before he left for work she walked around in bra and panties. She liked to sleep nude as well, making matters worse. Even when she was fully dressed it was usually short skirts, high heels and skimpy low cut tops. More casual dress might include shorts and a halter. She quit work after the wedding, so she could always dress as she pleased. She teased him constantly but seldom allowed sex. Her long sexy legs and shapely ass kept Dan filled with lust constantly.

He became so desperate one evening that while they were watching TV he excused himself and went into the bathroom. He sat on the toilet and started playing with his already half hard cock. It only took a few minutes for him to blow his load all over himself. It was when he started to come out of his orgasmic bliss that he noticed his wife standing in the doorway watching. Dan's face went red instantly as he tried in vain to cover his semen coated belly and cock. Sandra was furious.

"How dare you do that in this house!"

His humiliation was quickly replaced by anger. "Look, I just wanted some relief and this is my house too. Now get out while I finish my business."

"Your business is finished and I will not get out. This is the same as cheating on me with another woman. I wont have it! Who were you thinking about while you set here pulling on your cock?" she asked.

"You Sandra," he replied meekly now. Dan realized that his anger had made matters worse. His wife had never been so angry before and he was a little afraid of what she might do. It was not fear of physical violence. It was fear that she would reject him or throw him out. Sandra could see the fear in her husband's eyes and she intended to use it.

"Right, if you expect me to believe that you're out of your mind. It stops here, if I find out you're doing that again there will be trouble. I wont have you acting like a schoolboy." She stood with her hands on her hips as she thought of how to handle her naked semen covered husband. "You make me sick. Stand up. Dan, I'm hate it but I can't let this go without some form of punishment." She pulled out his razor and shaving cream.

"Punishment? I'm not going to allow you to punish me, and what do you think your doing with that?" he asked.

"I'm going to shave you so you will look more like you have acted.

Dan started to protest, but she silenced him with an icy cold stare. He stood there dumbfounded as she lathered up his pubic area and then his ass. "You should be ashamed of yourself," she said while shaving him. "I don't know if I can be married to a man who acts this way."

"I'm sorry honey, please forgive me. It will not happen again." He wanted to ask for more sex but didn't think now was the time.

"It had better never happen again, do you understand! You are such a disgusting little pervert. Do you usually look at your girly books or do you just sniff my panties while you play with yourself?" As she belittled him his penis began to grow. He was so humiliated by her descriptive words that he could not answer. It made him wonder if she had spied on him before because he had done both. By the time she finished the shaving and brow beating he had a full hard-on and right after having an orgasm. It did not go unnoticed by her that humiliating her husband caused him to get hard. While drying the excess cream off of his balls she thought that this might be the way to begin to take control of her husband. One of the reasons she married him was that he was such a good candidate to be her submissive. "Now you look like the masturbating teenager that you have acted like." He stood there before her with his pants and underwear still around his ankles, and still hard. "This look should remind you of what will never happen again, understand?"

"Yes," he said as he looked at the floor.

She thought about pushing him a little further. "Look at me when I speak to you!" she said.

He looked her in the eye and his face turned deep red with humiliation. "Yes, I understand," he answered again.

"You wont like the consequences if I even suspect you have masturbated again." She turned and walked out of the bathroom, leaving him standing there embarrassed and excited at the same time.

Things started to get more and more difficult for Dan. Sandra teased him constantly about his bald little boy's penis. She noted that most of the time while doing so a bulge would form in the front of his pants. She re-shaved him twice a week. His discomfort amused her and she pushed him further and further. She also made an extra effort to dress even sexier and keep him sexually excited at all times. She was dressing like a slut, but the reward she was after would make dressing in poor taste worth it. While doing this she also denied him sex for longer periods of time. She could tell he was reaching a breaking point and she was ready for the next step in her plan when he did.

A couple of nights later Dan quietly got out of bed and went into the bathroom, thinking Sandra was asleep. She gave him time to get into an incriminating position and then burst into the bathroom. There he sat, on the toilet again with his hard dick in his hand. Sandra was nude and the sight of her made Dan weak.

"That's it, I want you out of here, and I want you out now!"

Dan pulled his underwear up and started back to bed. "I'm sorry Sandra, I want do it again," he begged.

"I don't want you out of the bathroom," Sandra yelled. "I want you out of the house. I told you I could not live with a man who cheats."

Dan begged for forgiveness. "Please forgive me Sandra, I promise I'll never do this again. I'll do anything if you will please forgive me."

That last sentence was music to her ears. She had been waiting for him to say, "I'll do anything." "I don't know what to do with you," she said. "Get in here and bend over the side of the bed," she ordered.

"What for?" he asked.

"Just do as I say or get out!"

Dan walked over to the bed and leaned over, looking over his shoulder to see what his wife was doing.

Sandra went back into the bath and came back with her hairbrush and roughly jerked down Dan's underpants.

"What the," he squealed.

"Shut up and be still," she warned.

She took the hairbrush and slowly started to spank his naked ass. "I hate this," she lied. She loved every minuet of it. If he would submit to a bare assed spanking there was no telling how far her control could go! "I am going to have to find a way to take control of your masturbating problem or it's going to end our marriage," she said while still beating his upturned ass. Sandra continued to thrash him until his cheeks were glowing red. She even saw a few tears on his face. Then she noticed the muscles in his ass, back and legs start to tense. She heard him start to moan and she knew he was about to reach orgasm. Stopping the whipping she ordered, "Get up!" She grabbed a hand full of his hair and pulled him to his feet just as his penis started to erupt. "Just what kind of pervert are you!" she cried as his sperm sprayed onto the bed and floor. A large dollop landed on her upper leg.

"I don't understand," he said. "Nothing like this has ever happened to me before."

"Well, it's obvious you enjoy being treated as a child, and very obvious that you liked being spanked by me," she laughed in his face. "I never realized what a little pervert you are."

"That's not true," he said. "I don't understand what is happening to me."

"There is no need to lie about it. You loved being spanked like a little boy. Your penis is speaking for you, and it doesn't lie, just look at yourself. If I had known what a pervert you are I never would have married you." As Sandra spoke she wiped the dollop of semen off her leg. She then wiped her fingers across his face and mouth. His tongue involuntarily licked some or the sperm from his lips.

"Do you like the taste?" she laughed. "I think you do, do you usually lick it up when you are through."

"No, and you better never do that to me again," Dan's anger welled up within him as she continued to tear at his ego. The tears on his face only made matters worse.

He stood there naked with his cock dripping sperm and his face and ass bright red. He looked her in the eye; he was completely humiliated by the smug expression on her lovely face. He started to deny it again but knew that there was no use. As she stood there mocking him his penis quickly started to swell again. He could not resist gazing at her beautiful nude body.

Sandra giggled and taunted him about another hard-on. "You usually can't get it up more than once, but with a kinky little spanking and a taste of your sperm and you're hard for a second time. Go ahead and lick the rest of it up," she teased.

"No Sandra, I can't, I mean, I want," he whined.

Sandra could clearly see that her husband was in a state of complete submission to her. Now was the time to start to really take control. She slapped his face hard. "Do it now," pointing at the floor.

Dan kneeled before his wife and started to lick up his semen. Sandra had a mild orgasm of her own as he did so. She stood over her husband as he licked up his mess. By the time he finished her pussy was drenched.

She grabbed a handful or his hair and forced him to look her in the eye. "I have no idea what I going to do with you but whatever I decide you will abide by, understood?" Sandra had already ordered a chastity devise and was expecting delivery in the next couple of days.

"But honey, if we could just have sex more often," he started.

"Don't give me that," she said. "You've just had an orgasm and already you're hard again. You are completely ruled by your dick and if this marriage is to survive I've got take control of it."

Dan had no idea what she meant, but the idea of her controlling his cock might not be so bad. If she touched him more often it might be wonderful. He was filled with lust as he watched her wiggling ass as she walked around to her side of the bed.

The following week when he arrived home from work she met him just inside the front door. "Strip," she demanded.

"What?" he asked.

"Take your clothes off, now." She was wearing heels, a short skirt, and a tight low cut cotton shirt. Her dark nipples were showing through the thin material of the shirt and she wasn't wearing a bra. Sandra looked so sexy that Dan could not resist her. He stripped naked, hoping that she might be in the rare mood for sex. When he was nude she pulled out the devise. "This is the CB 2000," she said. "CB stands for chastity belt. It fits onto your penis and balls. It is held in place by this lock." She showed Dan the pad lock. "You will wear it at all times and I will keep the key. This will make masturbation impossible and help to solve your little problem."

"I will not wear that," Dan made his stand.

"Oh, I think you will," Sandra replied. "If you wish to live in this house with me you will damn well wear it!" This was the moment of truth; the battle of the sexes was about to be over, with her as winner.

"Sandra, please don't do this." As he started to beg she thought she saw his penis twitch.

She sat down on the sofa and placed the chastity devise in her lap and crossed her legs. She let her skirt ride up past her stocking tops and dangled her heel off the end of her toes. "Come here, I want to try this on you." she ordered. His penis twitched again and started to swell. "You can't control yourself, if our marriage is to survive I must take control for you. What happened the other night is nothing compared to what will happen if I catch you again, now come here!"

Dan hung his head in complete humiliation. His cock was as hard as a rock. He walked over to his wife in total defeat.

"Go to the kitchen and get me a large glass of ice," she ordered. Dan obeyed Sandra immediately. When he returned she placed the ice on his hard cock and held it there until the swelling had gone. As she locked the devise onto him she explained that this was the only way she could continue to live with him.

She had thought all this through and realized that to control his penis would in time give her complete domination over him. Dan had very little idea of the implications of Sandra holding the key to his CB. He stood there dumb struck as she locked his penis up.

As his situation started to sink in he asked, "Who will decide when we will have sex?"

"I will," she replied.

"What if I want to but you don't?"

"You should do your best to make sure I will want to more often," she answered.

"How can I do that?"

"Well, the happier I am with your overall behavior the more often I will be in the mood, so the more you try to please me the more I might feel like pleasing you."

Dan was confused and still unsure of his predicament. Standing before his clothed wife while he was naked made him feel submissive to her and his cock started to swell. When it reached the end of the devise it started to cause him pain. "It hurts," he complained. "Please take it off," he begged.

"Where does it hurt? Is the fit not right?" she asked, roughly handling the cage around his penis.

"I'm getting hard and there isn't room for my cock in there."

"I see, why are you getting hard Dan? What are you thinking about," she said, smiling.

"I don't know, it's that you are so beautiful and sexy, and being naked makes me feel so."

"Being naked makes you feel what?"

"I don't know how to explain it, when I am naked and you have all your clothes on it makes me feel like I'm less than your equal."

"Well Dan, you are not my equal. I am a grown woman and you, well you are a pervert who can't control the urge to play with your little penis. And why does feeling inferior to me make you hard?"

"I don't know, but it still hurts," he whined.

"Does it make you feel submissive to me?" she asked.

This was getting very humiliating for Dan. "I, uh, I guess maybe it does."

"And feeling submissive makes you hard, that's very interesting. Try to think of something else," she said.

"Like what," he said sarcastically.

"You're not going to make brownie points with me with that attitude," she said, purposely making reference to the ass kisser slang. "You can always ask how you can please me, that might get your mind off yourself and on something else."

"Alright, how can I please you," he said, trying to keep his tone sincere.

Why don't you kneel down here and rub my feet, they are so tired," she said smiling. "The heels you like me to wear are tough on my legs and feet."

"Well, ok, but first let me get dressed."

"Your fine, I would rather you stay nude. This way I can monitor your reactions and from what you say your nakedness seems to put you in touch with the reality of your status."

He did not understand why she took so much pleasure in his shame, but he kneeled before his wife and took her right foot into his hands. He removed her shoe and started to massage her foot. Sandra turned on the TV and sat back and enjoyed her favorite show while getting her feet rubbed by her naked husband. Best of all was the fact that he could not pester her for sex because his penis was locked up. But rubbing her feet made his cock swell even more.

"Sandra, please, this thing still hurts," he begged.

"Is it still trying to get hard?"

"Yes."

"Does massaging my feet make you feel inferior too?" He did not answer.

Sandra pulled off her stockings and stuffed one into his mouth and tied the other around his head. "Your interrupting my show, there, that should keep you quite."

A trend was set when he accepted this treatment. Dan's domination could now begin in earnest.

A couple of days pasted and Dan continued to get more and more desperate for sex. He was trying very hard to please Sandra. He was always asking if he could rub her feet. One afternoon he came home and started to vacuum the rugs and do the dusting. He thought that if he helped with the housework she might be more pleased with him. It had been several days since she locked him into the CB and seven days since he had the orgasm while being spanked. Sandra walked into the living room and sat down while he was cleaning. He came over to her and admitted that he felt he needed sex badly.

"You don't need sex Dan," she answered. "You need to learn control, why don't you take your clothes off and I'll see what I can do for you." Minutes later he was naked except for the chastity belt. Sandra lifted her ass from the sofa and removed her panties from under her short skirt. She waved the panties under his nose and ordered him to kneel. He obeyed. "If you like you can lick my pussy, will that make you feel better?"

"But honey," he whined.

"Take it or leave it, it's all I'm in the mood for now."

"Will you please take this thing off my cock?" he begged.

"No Dan, this is not about your penis. It's about you learning how to put the well being of others above your own selfish desires."

He placed his face in between her legs and started to lick her. He knew that this was a chance to please her and if he did a good job, maybe she would give him some pussy soon. Sandra leafed through a book while Dan tongued her. She seemed completely indifferent to his efforts. Then the phone rang and she spent twenty minutes talking to her girlfriend while Dan continued to exhaust his tongue. Later placed her legs over his shoulders and took hold of his ears. She spent the next hour teaching him how to properly lick her, grinding her cunt against his mouth. She lost count of her orgasms.

Two more days passed before he found himself begging for relief again. "My pussy is still to sore from the other night," she answered.

"What am I to do," Dan was confused, humiliated, and on the verge of tears.

Sandra gave him a smug look and said, "Well, you can't lick my pussy, but if you want to lick me I'll let you kiss my ass. I think I might enjoy that."

He thought she was joking, but her expression told him otherwise. "You can't be serious," he said.

"I don't know why not, you've been kissing it figuratively for a couple of weeks. Don't you think it's time for you to do it literally? You used to like to nuzzle your face up to it when we were dating. "

Dan could not believe his ears; he just stood there with his mouth hanging open. Sandra turned and lowered her panties and hiked up her skirt. "Go ahead Dan, you know you want to. Get on your knees and kiss my ass," she looked over her shoulder with that smug, superior expression. As Dan stared at her ass his mouth started to water. When he started to kneel she ordered, "I want you naked." As he removed his clothes she knew that she had won a major victory over him. Soon he was naked and kneeling behind her. "Smell it first." He kneeled there sniffing her ass, totally humiliated. "Now, ask me nicely if you can kiss it Dan."

Dan was torn apart emotionally. He was so humiliated but his cock was swelling inside the chastity tube and he wanted to please his wife. After a few minutes he started to cry and beg to be allowed to kiss Sandra's ass. She pulled her cheeks apart and leaned forward at the waist leaving no doubt what was expected. Dan's tongue slipped into her anus. Once he got started he was overcome with lust. He sucked her and tongued her for all he was worth. She rode his face to the floor and sat on his mouth and enjoyed his worship. After having several orgasms she reached for the key around her neck. While still sitting on Dan's face she told him, "If I unlock you and let you have relief, you'll have to promise to spray your sperm on my ass and lick it clean." She could only hear muffled grunts from him. "Is that a yes," she laughed. He continued to grunt. She lifted her ass off of his mouth to the sound of, "Yes, yes."

"First we need these," she said. Sandra produced handcuffs. She got up off his face and locked his hands behind his back and then she removed the CB. She lay down on the sofa. His cock sprang to attention as soon as it was freed. He moved over to where she lay, only touched his cock to her ass when the spasms started. Jet after jet of semen coated her cheeks and the crack between them. Now that the orgasm was over he didn't want to lick up his mess. "Lick it clean if you ever want another orgasm," she said. Dan still did not like the idea but knew he had on choice. He licked her ass until all evidence of his orgasm was gone.

As Sandra proceeded to lock the CB back into place Dan started to complain. "It is not right the way you are treating me."

"That is your whole problem and the kind of thinking that has gotten you into the position you are in. You are so full of male selfishness. That is the cause of your masturbation problem. You have to get rid of your selfish attitude. The best way to do that is to focus on pleasing others. That is why I have tried to get you interested in pleasing me, and why I intend on giving you the responsibility of keeping this house clean and doing our laundry, starting now."

"So you think you're going to make me do all the housework now along with the other disgusting things you've made me do?"

"Disgusting things, make you do, Dan, you have loved everything we have done," she said.

"That's not true, and you don't work so it's not fair for you to make me do your housework," he had some hint of defiance in his voice.

She crossed her long tan legs as he stood before her naked. She saw the pained look on his face. "Not true, then why is your cock trying to get hard again?"

"Your doing that to me and you know it," he said, starting to fill with anger.

"Doing what, I'm just sitting here. This is further evidence that I need to take more control. You are still trying to get hard and you've just had an orgasm, and I don't like that tone of voice from you!"

"I don't care if you like it or not," he said, prepared to stand up to his wife.

"Be careful how you speak to me Dan. You may just get a spanking for your attitude and you will do the house work as well."

"I will not, I refuse to be spanked and I'm not going to clean the house." he replied.

"Fine, you will be spanked and have a week added to your next release," she said. His hands were still cuffed behind his back, so she knew she could spank him with or without his consent. His cock continued to swell as he stood there but she just ignored him. "And you will clean this house from top to bottom."

"What do you think you are going to do about it since I refuse?"

"Spank you anyway, and add two weeks to your next release," she said. Sandra grabbed Dan and pulled him across the arm of the sofa. He struggled but she easily held him in position with his hands cuffed. Sandra took his belt from his discarded pants and whipped his bare ass until it was red and covered with welts. He was howling and begging for her forgiveness. She was sure that their neighbors would hear his screams. When she finished his whipping she made him stand in the corner of their living room with his abused ass on display while she watched TV and listened to his sobs. After his time in the corner she gave him a list of chores to do and removed the handcuffs. Dan knew he had four long weeks until his next orgasm. He had never gone that long before. He was still mad at Sandra but his cock sure attitude was gone. He politely obeyed her orders for the rest of the night and cleaned house in the nude as she requested. Dan wondered, was she really trying to help him with his selfishness, or just using his weakness to get her way in their relationship?

In the next couple of months Sandra continued to train Dan to do her bidding. When forced to go more than one week without orgasm he became putty in her hands. She had started to require personal services from him like painting her toenails, bathing her, shaving her legs, and brushing her hair. She even taught him how to apply her make-up. Dan was beginning to accept his role as subservient to his wife. She was teaching him that indeed, he was inferior to her. She had reached a point in his training where when she wanted to implement new ideas she would sit him down and tell him what she wanted. He very seldom gave her any problems and if he did she would usually just spank him to get him in line or threaten to extend his release time. He was now doing all the housework and cooking plus more personal services. He had to ask to worship either her pussy or anus every night. She didn't allow him to do it every night, but she liked to be asked. With no housework to do Sandra spent her days shopping with girlfriends and laying by the community pool. Life was beginning to get good, very good. Her friends were envious of all the free time she had and Sandra loved to brag about having her husband completely under her thumb. She even went as far as to invite her two best girlfriends over for dinner, which Dan prepared and served. After the meal the girls chatted while Dan cleaned the kitchen and then went about his regular duties. The girls were very impressed.

One week lead to another and Dan had not been released from his chastity devise for twenty-two days and he was loosing his mind. He went to Sandra and got down on his knees. Three weeks locked in the device had stripped him of his self-respect and dignity. "Sandra, please, I need you. We need to make love. I'll do it anyway you want it, just please," he begged.

"I was thinking that very thought myself, follow me," she said. "Get on the bed. If we're going to fuck, I would like to tie you up. Would you mind?"

"God no Sandra, I'll do anything you say. Yes, please, tie me up. I'll love it," he was so eager Sandra almost had to laugh.

Sandra pulled out several pair of her old pantyhose. She tied his arms to the headboard. Then she pulled his knees up toward his chest and tied them to the headboard as well. Dan was so excited that he did not realize until it was to late that he was completely at her mercy and in an extremely odd position. Worse than that, he still had his CB on. Sandra left him there and went into the bathroom. She came out nude with the exception of a large dildo strapped around her slim waist.

"Sandra, no, please, that is not what I, uh," Dan started begging as soon as he saw her.

She stood on the bed with her feet on either side of his head, and then she sat on his chest. "Dan, you have been begging me for more fucking for months and now you are going to get it." She raised the rubber dick to his lips and ordered, "Suck it." She shoved it into his mouth and started to fuck his face. "Get it good and wet Danny, because it is going up your ass next, and this is all the lubricant you get," she laughed. She continued to fuck his mouth until she tired of it. She then got into position between his spread legs. She pushed the head into his ass and he begged her to stop. As she started to fuck him his face was wrinkled in pain, but soon the pain turned to pleasure. She started an in and out piston like motion, fucking him as hard as she could.

"Oh god Sandra," he moaned. "Oh."

"I thought you might like it if I gave you a pussy, beg me to fuck you."

"Please Sandra, it feels so good, please fuck me, I love it."

Sandra fucked Dan's poor ass until she collapsed on top of him. They were both covered in sweat. She climbed back onto his chest again and taped his cheeks with the shit- covered dildo.

"What do you call a man who lets his wife fuck him in the ass? Particularly one who enjoys it and begs for it like you. Well answer me Dan."

"I, uh, I don't, uh," Dan was confused and humiliated.

"Hen-peckered Dan, now say it," she taunted.

"I'm hen-peckered," he whined.

"Yes you are. And you better think about this the next time you beg me for sex," as she spoke she rubbed the dildo over his lips. "Open your mouth."

Dan got out half of "No" when she shoved the head into his mouth and held it there. Dan started gagging as he got more that a little taste of his own shit. He struggled to get it out of his mouth.

"Quite down now Dan, hold it there or I'll ram the whole thing down your throat. Good, now wrap your lips around the head and suck it."

Tears were running down his face as he obeyed. She undulated her hips slightly, fucking his mouth again. His lips were smeared brown. "That's a good boy." She had a handful of his hair and the head was sliding in and out. "There, that's not so bad is it?" as she slid a little more into his mouth. She fucked his mouth until the head of the dildo hit the back of his throat.

She unbuckled the harness and crawled off Dan's bound body leaving the strap-on sticking out of his mouth. "You better clean that thing good, you never know when it might find it's way back into your mouth," she laughed. Sandra walked back into the bath. When she came back into the bedroom she was dressed in a mini skirt, heels, and top. The dildo was lying on Dan's chest where it had fallen out of his mouth. She wiped her finger across his lips, showing him the brown stain. Then she wiped it on his nose and laughed.

"Please untie me Sandra, please, I need to brush my teeth," he was practically sobbing and totally beaten. "I'll do what ever you say, just please let me go."

Sandra knew that her domination had reached a new level. She released him and as he started toward the bath she swatted his quivering ass. "Hurry along, you have work to do."

Dan wanted to revolt, but he feared that if he did not obey his wife he might never get out of the chastity devise again.

She gave Dan a few weeks to adjust to his new position and responsibilities and then she decided to step up his services again. When he came home from work she had him remove his clothes. This had become the usual. Once again she was wearing a mini skirt and heels. "Kneel down here Dan, I have some things to talk to you about," she said. "You have made some progress with the selfish male attitude that got you into so much trouble, but we need to go further. Do you understand?"

"Yes Miss Sandra," he answered, always treating her with the utmost respect.

"We are going to the bank tomorrow and will have all our funds, home, stocks, and other assets placed in my name only."

"But why?" he asked.

"Well, you don't exactly hold the position of property owner in this house now, do you?" she countered. "No, you're more of an ass licker, are you not? You can't be trusted because your little dick makes all your decisions for you." Dan felt ashamed but what could he say, it was true. Even in the face of his shame he wanted to ask her if he could lick her asshole right now. He wanted to do it and worse than that she knew he wanted it. And she had such an air of superiority because of it. She was such a bitch, and that made him want to worship her even more. Sandra had realized that Dan's submission was feeding off her dominance. The worse she treated him the more he loved it.

"There is another service that I feel will help to strip you of your selfishness as well. From now on, when I have to use the bathroom I want you to follow me in and help me with my clothes."

"What do you mean?" his face was red with humiliation.

"When I have to potty I want you to lower my panties for me and kneel before me while I sit on the toilet and do my business. After I finish you will clean me with tissue and then help me with getting my panties up. If I have a bowel movement you will clean me with tissue followed by cleaning me with a damp cloth, followed by powdering my bottom. I will want you to watch and be ready to render this service to me without my having to ask. Do you understand why you should do this for me?"

"No, I don't, uh, Miss Sandra." Dan was about to get mad, but he knew from past experience that his anger would only make matters worse.

"It's part of the program I am using to rid you of your male ego, which is part of the problem you have had that has taken you to the low place that you now occupy within our relationship. Having to watch and be ready when I need you will keep your mind off your own selfish desires and help keep you focused on pleasing me. Do you understand now?"

"It's not right for you to make me wipe your, uh, you know, wipe you're," Dan was so humiliated he could not say the words.

"Wipe my ass Dan, and I'm only doing this for your own good, and be careful of your tone." She could see the pained look on his face she had become so familiar with. She looked down and could see his penis swelled against the end of his devise yet again. This time she hadn't even made an effort to put it there.

She laughed, "It looks like you want to do it anyway, your little penis is getting hard again isn't it?"

"No, it is not. Oh, Sandra, please," she could almost see it swell. " Take this thing off. My cock hurts so bad."

She thought he might start to cry. "Do you agree to do all the things I've requested?"

"Yes Miss Sandra, please, anything, just please take it off."

"Good, we will go to the bank first thing in the morning to move all our assets into my name. I want your paycheck put on direct deposit into my new account. You can come to me when you need money, but be prepared to explain what it will be used for. I will expect receipts for all your spending also. You can go get your chores done and supper cooking. I'm getting hungry. I'll expect a long back rub tonight followed by a nice session of ass worship. Hurry along now and don't keep me waiting. You can use some ice on your little penis until the swelling goes down."

Dan was flabbergasted. After all that he had just agreed to and she still denied him even taking the CB off for a few minutes. He had to draw a line here. "Sandra, I wont have this. You can't treat me this way."

She stood and walked up to him. Dan cowed down, thinking she would slap his face, but she grabbed a hand full of his hair and kissed him, running her tongue into his mouth and her other hand over his ass. She broke the kiss and took his hand. "Follow me."

They walked into the bedroom. "Lay on your back on the bed," she ordered. Dan was about to protest but obeyed when she removed her panties from under her skirt. She then sat her bare ass down on his face. She used this tactic because she knew it would work. Dan had always been in love with her ass. He had even kissed her cheeks when they were dating, but he had grown addicted to the taste and smell of her anus since she started dominating him. Plus, he would not be in a position to argue with her while his face was planted in her ass. "Now Dan, is this the treatment that you can't take?" She started to undulate her hips, moving her asshole up and down on his mouth. She could feel the anger melt out of him and his submission overtake it. It seemed that his face was sinking deeper and deeper into the cleft of her ass.

His tried to reply, but could not. She felt his tongue slip forward into her anus as he continued to try to speak.

"Oh, for god's sake, slap the mattress with your right hand for "yes" and your left hand for "no."

He taped the mattress with his right hand.

"Good, you must not mind wiping my ass. You're doing it now with your tongue. I'll be willing to let you use tissue when it is dirty, at least most of the time," she giggled. "Is wiping me your problem?"

He hesitated, but he tapped with his left.

"Are you sure?"

He gave a quick tap with his right hand.

"Well, then it must be putting all our property and assets in my name, is that it?" still rocking her ass back and forth over his face.

Dan tapped with his left hand again, completely over taken with lust for his beautiful wife.

"I don't understand, all your objections seem to be gone Dan, is that right?" she said smiling to herself. Dominating her husband had become so easy. As she wiggled her anus on his tongue she could feel the submission radiating from him.

He lifted both hands and pointed to his penis. She noted that his cock had continued to swell to the point of overflowing its little prison.

"You want your little penis out of your chastity belt more often?"

He gave a loud slap with his right hand.

"Is that all this uprising is about?" she laughed at her pun.

He gave another slap with his right hand.

"That's to bad. You know how you got yourself into this and why you have keep wearing it. I am not going to be bothered by your lack of control. I'm going to get up off your face now and you better get busy with your chores or I'll be forced to whip you. Then you will do your chores anyway with the added problem of having a sore ass. Do you understand?"

He tapped with his right hand.

Sandra could not help but giggle. "Now hurry along and get supper ready, I'm hungry and I'm in no mood for any more of your back talk," she giggled again at another little joke.

In the next few months Sandra allowed Dan only one release every thirty days. She usually made it as humiliating as possible for him. Her two favorites were to put him on his back and pull his legs over his head. She could then masturbate him directing his sperm toward his face. She loved to make him open his mouth so she could shoot his semen directly into it. The second was to allow him to rub his penis on her ass cheeks. Either way he had to eat his semen. She had not allowed him intercourse in over six months. He stayed extremely attentive to her at all times and had gotten quite good at following her into the bathroom when she needed to relieve herself. It delighted her when he would kneel behind her and wipe her ass after her bowel movements. She would order him to smell it after, to make sure she was clean. To further demonstrate her power she sometimes made him kiss and lick her anus after, to be totally sure he had done a good job of wiping her. Dan had accepted this lowly task as something that was expected of him, and he seemed to take pride in doing it well. This fact amused Sandra to no end.

The young couple was out shopping one day. Dan carried Sandra's packages and helped look the racks of clothes for the correct sizes. He fetched Sandra drinks and snacks when needed. Their shopping trip had taken a couple of hours and Sandra had a new wardrobe. Several sales girls commented on how well trained her husband was. Sandra smiled to herself, telling the young girls that a woman should expect only the best from the men in their lives.

They were back in the van on the way to another store. Before starting the van Sandra looked at Dan with that smug expression he has come to know. "Dan, I have to pee and the restrooms here are dirty. I don't like having to sit on them and as much time as you spend with your mouth on my ass you shouldn't like it either."

"We can go somewhere else," thinking that was what she wanted to hear.

"I have to go now," she said.

"I have a cup of cola. I could empty it for you."

"No, I don't wish to trade a dirty bowl for a dirty cup. I want you to get into the back of the van and lay down between the captain's chairs. I am going to squat over your face and piss in your mouth. I want you to drink it. Will you do that for me?" As she talked he was looking at her legs. His face was red with shame. He looked up into her eyes and there was that smug superior expression. She saw something new in his eyes. It was recognition. He now fully realized what he had become. Dan wanted to fight back, to tell her no. But he knew that she would win the fight. When he revolted she would simply wait him out. Soon his need to get out of the chastity device would overrule his objections. He would be punished and still have to drink her urine. He sat there gazing at her legs and feet. He could feel the submission sweep over him. He went to the back of the van and lay down as she had instructed. Sandra came over to him and got into position over his mouth. She lifted her skirt and he pulled her panties down. Sandra then placed a funnel into Dan's mouth. When their eyes met again she saw the recognition again. Dan knew that she had planned this in advance. With their eyes still locked she started her flow. She had been drinking coffee and soft drinks all morning and had not gone to the restroom yet. The flow remained steady for over a full minute, and Dan was swallowing so fast that he made the guzzling sounds of a beer drinker. Then it trickled for another thirty seconds. He had thought he would hate this, but he actually found the taste of her urine to be quite pleasant. It was so warm and such a close sharing of a new and wonderful part of her body. She could tell by his facial expression that he was not disgusted, if fact he seemed to be enjoying the situation. Then she saw something else in his face. It was that look of slight pain that told her his penis had again swelled to the ends of his chastity cage. "Is your penis trying to get hard?" she asked as she removed the funnel.

"Yes Miss Sandra."

"That's good, it means you like drinking my piss. You will be doing this a lot for me in the future. I don't like public bathrooms and I won't use one now that I can use your mouth instead." She lowered her cunt to his mouth. "Now clean me." He ran his tongue over her pussy until the last trace of urine was gone. She then rubbed the excess moisture off of on his nose.

As they were driving away form the mall parking lot Dan asked, "Can you please remove my CB? My cock keeps trying to get hard. I can't stop it."

"Why is it getting hard? What are you thinking about?"

Dan's face was turning bright red again. Sandra knew the answer but she wanted to make sure that Dan knew it too. She wanted him to admit it to her. "I'm thinking about what we just did," he said.

"What about it? I peed in your mouth and now we are going to Fredric's to buy me some new high-heeled boots. The kind you like polish with your tongue."

"The fact that you used me that way is making me hard and I can't control it," Dan was crimson with shame now.

Sandra pulled the van into another parking space. "Dan, I can't be bothered with this every time I decide to piss in your mouth. Try to get control of yourself."

"I can't," he whined, totally humiliated by this.

"Drop your pants and underwear," she said. "You're such a pussy and a pervert. Everything makes you hard, even drinking my piss." As he lowered his pants she took the key and chain from around her neck. She removed the pad lock and chastity device from his penis. It rose to a full erection immediately. It had only been two weeks since Dan's last release. Sandra drove out of the parking lot with her husband sitting beside her nude form waist to ankles. His penis was stiff and pointing upward. Dan was forbidden to ever touch his cock when unlocked. His arms hung at his sides and his head hung in shame. He could not understand how his wife had gained so much power over him. It seemed that the more she humiliated him the more he desired to submit to her whims. Her strongest weapon against him beyond her beauty was his cock. She could make him hard with little more than a blink, and then he would just melt into submissive silly putty.

She pulled into a fast food restaurant and into the drive through line. "Put one of the bags of my new clothes on your lap to cover yourself," she said. When she reached the window she ordered a cold drink and after picking it up she pulled into a space and parked the van. "Put this on your cock," she commanded. When Dan's penis had gone down she locked the devise back in place. She took the cold drink from him and started to sip it, looking forward to needing to pee again.

In the next few months Dan continued to do a good job with his housework and also did very well with his personal services. They were only a couple of weeks away from celebrating their first anniversary and Sandra could not have been more pleased. She felt she had created the ideal husband. He worked and provided a very good living for them and had a promising career. He always came straight home from work and to say that he did his share of the housework would be to under state the case. He did it all. He was always eager to tend to Sandra's needs in addition to his housework he waited on her hand and foot. He excelled at his duties to her in the toilet and she had increased this service by peeing in his mouth regularly. She almost never got up while watching television. No matter how busy he might be she would simply call to her husband and have him come to her, kneel and drink her piss. Dan had accepted Sandra as his superior and was always eager to please her in anyway he could. She had taken his release time to once every two months and had planed to take him to twice a year before she was through. In their second year together she intended to further subjugate him to her desires. She felt the decrease in orgasms would aid her in increasing his submission to her. After all, a horny husband is an obedient husband. The first thing she had planned for the next year was to start to take other lovers. It was not fair for her not to be able to enjoy a hard cock because Dan's needed to be locked up for his own good. She doubted that Dan would give her any problems with this and she looked forward to having him lick her pussy clean after returning home from her dates. He was accustomed to eating more semen than he would get from his own cock this year. For all intents and purposes Dan's sex organ had become his tongue because his penis was used so infrequently. His greatest delight came from kissing and licking his wife's vagina and anus.

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