I am a dominant wife, and I dearly love to crush the male. We've been married one year. I'm 29 and Gene is 26. I stand5'10", measure 37-25-36, and have won several beauty contests. Gene is 5'7" and slender, and only his money attracted me. Atage 23, he inherited a thriving business when his parents died;at 24, he inherited considerable stocks and bonds from an aunt. When we dated, and I discovered he could be completely dominated,I decided to share the wealth. He proposed, and learned he wouldhave to be my slave. He agreed. Even before the wedding I sought other couples to share funand games. I found two perfect pairs. Bill and Ginger are 31;Don and Phyllis are 30. Each couple is socially prominent anddedicated to female domination. Bill and Don are big, muscularmen who, unlike Gene, are bisexual. Although I ridicule anddiscipline Gene daily, Saturday night he is humiliated andpunished by others. We arrive at Ginger's house about 9 pm. Each wife preparesher slave in a separate room. I know Bill and Don will wearrubber jockstraps and be unbound. I make Gene strip, fold hisarms up against his back, and with cuffs and short chains I lockhis hands to a collar. Naked and helpless, he is marched intothe game room to stand at attention near us. Don and Bill,making drinks, pause and run their eyes warmly over Gene's body. The men kneel alongside our chairs while we three girlsvisit. Soon I designate one of the men to watch Gene and reportif he relaxes his attention pose. When he does, Ginger orPhyllis gives him several hard swats with a paddle. One of themsuggests nipple rings as further punishment. A heavy steel ringis snapped onto the tip of each nipple, and Gene's penis risesand swells instantly. We girls laugh at his slim six inches andI tell him how inept he is as a lover. Before long it is swap time. The men are handcuffed, and Itake Bill to a bedroom, peel off the jock, and he kneels and eatscunt until I climax. He then lies on his back and I straddle himfrom above. His thick, long penis feels wonderful inside me andwe explode together. He kneels, and while I whip his ass we makea date to be together during the week. Back in the game room, I see Gene's ass and thighs markedwith whip lines and Ginger tells us how he pleaded when shetwisted the nipple rings. We all laugh at him. We swap again,and this time I put Don through his paces. He has a really bigcock and enormous staying power, and I ride him hard, using astrap on him at the same time. Then he licks me clean, I get himup again, and while I ride we talk a bit, making fun of Gene, andplanning a date together. Afterward, the two men are released while Gene, stillchained, stands at attention. We have drinks and discuss theslaves' performances; Gene suffers by comparison. I go up to him and twist a nipple ring until he moans. Iremind him he is not to speak, so I gag him. His eyes betray hisfear. I ask the girls if their slave would enjoy playing mastera while. They agree to permit it. The men kiss our feet inthanks. One picks up a studded leather strap, the other a smallwhip, and each hook a finger through a nipple ring. I damn nearclimax with joy watching Gene, naked and helpless, being takenaway for an hour by the two big muscular men. Ginger, Phyllis, and I talk about the men, our love ofdomination, and make plans for special games next time. Meanwhile, Gene is being put through hell. He's a wonderful, wretched sight when they drag him back. Covered with whip lines, ass swollen and flaming, walking as ifhis balls were crushed. He must stand before us while the mendescribe what they did. Finally we go home. Gene rides naked and chained, notknowing if I'll release him at home, or let him sleep chained, orput him through fun and games of my own. Whatever I do, he knowsthat next week he will have to endure another evening, and thatis his role as my slave
D.B., Illinois from Variations II spring 1978
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