Learning to Take Control of Her Marriage - Part 3 (Patreon)

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Sylvia felt Shane's eyes on her as she put on her bra. She reached back to clasp it, but thought better of it.

"Would you help me with this?" she asked.

She didn't need help putting on her bra, but she wanted to captivate her husband before he stepped into the shower to begin the process of getting ready for work. Shane happily approached in his boxers and t-shirt and helped Sylvia put on her bra. His hands then moved up her back, over her shoulders, and down her arms as they fell to her sides.

"You look so beautiful," he whispered before leaning down to kiss the nape of her neck.

Sylvia gently pressed her ass against his crotch as his hands moved to her hips. He pulled back ever-so-slightly, no doubt generating a bit of friction between his legs. She turned her head, caught his gaze for a moment, and then kissed him. As their tongues mingled his cock got hard, pressing into her ass and filling Sylvia with delight at the ease with which she could capture and hold Shane's attention.

"I want you so badly," he said.

Sylvia hadn't let him inside her the day before. She'd aroused him and pushed him between her legs to go down on her. He'd given her an orgasm at her insistence and he'd expected one of his own, but she'd denied him in a thrilling exertion of power. It delighted her to no end that it had paid off, that Shane was bursting with desire for his wife. It was that desire that she could use to exert further control in her marriage and that was an intoxicating thought.

"Feel my pussy," she said.

Shane's fingers slipped into her panties and Sylvia felt a shockwave of pleasure move through her loins as he rubbed her clit before gently penetrating.

"You're so wet," he said a moment before showering her neck in soft, remarkably seductive kisses.

Sylvia moaned and moved her hips back and forth, grinding her ass against his stiff cock. She felt a touch of wetness against her skin as he produced precum, a surefire sign of his intense desire.

She could have let him have her right there. She could have let him pull her panties down and slide into her from behind. She could have let him take her to the bed for a morning quickie. That would have been a missed opportunity, though.

"I want to cum," Sylvia said. "Right now."

"Really?" Shane asked.

She spun around in his grasp, leaned against her dresser, and stared into her husband's eager eyes. "I want you to make me cum, Shane."

He pulled his underwear down, making it perfectly clear that he intended on using his cock to provide Sylvia with the orgasm she sought. It would have worked. She was turned on enough that she would have cum quite quickly with his cock inside her. Sylvia even considered it, but she wanted to continue to stoke the flames of Shane's desire, and letting him cum would only extinguish that fire.

"We don't have time for that," she said, "and I don't want you leaking out of me for the better part of the morning. No, I want you to use your tongue, Shane. Your tongue and those talented fingers of yours. I want you to get on your knees and eat my pussy until I cum on your tongue."

Shane looked both frustrated and thrilled with just a hint of confusion thrown in.

"I'll take care of you tonight," Sylvia said with a smile. "I promise. I'll make sure you feel good."

That was enough to send him to his knees. He pulled Sylvia's panties down, looked up at her for a moment, and then leaned in and went to work on her pussy. She moaned at the instantaneous sense of pleasure, closed her eyes, and grabbed a handful of his hair for good measure. Shane wasn't going anywhere so it wasn't the slightest bit necessary, but something about it felt so good.

"Mmm, your tongue feels so good, baby," Sylvia said before unleashing a long, low moan. "I really love the way you eat my pussy. You're so good at it."

Shane slipped two fingers inside her and worked his way to Sylvia's g-spot, adding a little extra pleasure. She gazed down at him and saw that his eyes were closed and he looked completely lost in his effort to give her an orgasm. There was something so sexy about his dedication, about his complete focus on doing what it took to bring her the climax she sought.

Sylvia's thighs began to tremble as she got close. She grabbed a second handful of Shane's hair and felt a brief, beautiful surge of pleasure. She rolled her head back, pulled him just a little closer to her pussy, and climaxed.

"Fuck, baby, you're making me cum! Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" she cried out.

Sylvia held Shane close as her legs trembled from the sheer pleasure of the climax. Right at the crescendo she let his hair go and bent over to run her hands down his back and find a little bit of balance while her body threatened to topple over. When she'd regained her strength, Sylvia stood up straight, leaned against the dresser, and ran her fingers through Shane's hair as he looked up at her.

"You've certainly earned the orgasm I'm going to give you tonight," she said.

There was - for a moment, at least - just a hint of surprise and perhaps a bit of confusion on his face. It made sense, though. Sylvia didn't talk like that. He'd never had to earn the right to orgasm. Now she was acting like he had to, so of course he looked a bit surprised.

He didn't seem put off by it, though. Instead, his dick was hard as a rock as he stood and he was more than happy to let Sylvia kiss him as she gave him a few strokes. He even moaned into her mouth while she played with his cock.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" she whispered.

"Yes," Shane replied.

"It will feel even better tonight, I promise," she said before offering a few more slow strokes with a perfectly tight grip. "Now we both need to get ready for work."

Shane looked frustrated - in the perfect way - and then turned and headed for the bathroom. Sylvia watched him go with a bright smile on her face before putting her panties back on and heading for the closet to get dressed for work.

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A confluence of events - namely Shane having to stay an extra thirty minutes at work and running into far worse traffic on the way home as a result - left Sylvia with nearly an hour to herself after she got home.

There were many options for how to best make use of that time, but for Sylvia there was really only one choice. She was desperate to read more of 'A Domme's Guide to Training the Perfect Husband' and she was on the couch with the book in her lap just a few minutes after walking in the door.

Most women want - to a certain degree, at least - the man to be in charge. They want to be taken into his arms and held tight. They want to feel his body on top of theirs as they have sex. They don't necessarily want to be submissive, but most women do find comfort in ceding much of the power in the relationship to their husband.

If you made it past the first chapter of this book, you're not like most women. You don't want a marriage like that. You don't want to adhere to traditional roles. You want something different. You want to be in charge. You want to be the dominant partner in your relationship. In fact, you might already be convinced that you want a female led relationship.

As you already know, you can't just announce that you and your husband are now in a female led relationship. He needs to be trained and the training needs to be taken slowly or it will all be too much for him.

Seizing control of his orgasms - and doing so slowly - is the first part of his training, but while you're doing that you can implement other changes in your day-to-day life that will have a positive long term effect on your desire to become the unquestioned leader of your household.

Sylvia took a moment to consider whether she wanted to be the leader of the household. She'd already found a wealth of arousal and pleasure in taking charge of the sexual aspects of their life, but it didn't feel immediately apparent that she found great appeal in that level of leadership spreading to other elements of her marriage.

Holly - the woman who'd so captivated Sylvia as she openly dominated her husband in the department store - clearly relished maintaining that level of control over her relationship. She spoke glowingly of it, in fact, and her husband Troy seemed utterly thrilled to be of his service to a dominant wife. Sylvia wasn't sure Shane was built to be a man like that, but possessing that sort of power within her marriage held a certain level of appeal beyond the obvious arousal Sylvia felt at the very notion of domination.

Oftentimes, it's most effective to take a subtle approach in training your husband to be the submissive you desire, at least at first. It might be effective to bend him over your knee and deliver a blistering spanking if he disobeys you, but you'll build a far more harmonious marriage if you slowly, subtly teach him that you're the one in charge.

In fact, the subtle approach is often so effective that your husband doesn't even know he's being trained to submit to your desires. Instead, he'll simply wake up one day and realize that nothing makes him happier than doing exactly as his wife instructs. He won't think twice about disobeying you or about putting his pleasure above yours.

To begin, you need to shift the way you think. Remember, your aim is to take charge of your marriage, which means that you need to think and feel as though you're in charge even if your marriage hasn't entirely shifted. Once you adopt that mindset you'll find that your approach to certain things changes a great deal.

For instance, a woman in charge is much more likely to ask her husband to do all manner of things for her. If you'd like a drink, don't get up and get it yourself. Ask your husband to do it for you. If the laundry needs to be folded and you don't feel like doing it, ask your husband to do it instead. If the trash needs to be taken out, ask your husband to do it.

If you've shifted your mindset, you'll likely see that there are dozens of opportunities in a given day to exert a small measure of control. Don't go overboard at first, though, as he'll likely rebel against the notion of having to do everything around the house. Eventually he'll embrace that it's his place to do any and all household tasks, but that's for later.

Now, it's of the utmost importance that your husband be rewarded for doing as you desire. Those rewards should be both small and large (orgasms, really), but you must reward him. Examples of small rewards include a soft, lingering kiss on the lips upon completion of a task, touching him in a manner he finds pleasing and perhaps a little arousing, genuine verbal appreciation - telling him that you love and appreciate him and everything he does for you - or something as simple as playfully blowing him a kiss and offering a warm, beautiful smile to ensure he understands that his submissive act - even if he doesn't see it as that - is appreciated.

Sylvia couldn't help but smile as she thought of a life in which Shane was happy - eager, even - to do anything she required and to take on the vast majority of the household tasks. She thought of how she'd enjoyed a glass of wine with Holly while her husband tended to their needs and cleaned the house when he wasn't called upon to serve them. Sylvia wasn't sure she'd want to go that far, but there was something deeply pleasant about having some of the burdens of day-to-day life handled by an eager husband.

Your dominance is easiest to exert in sexual situations. There's a good chance you've already explored this particular path of taking control. If so, congratulations. If not, it's time to do so.

As with domestic dominance, a slow and subtle approach can be rewarding, though it won't be nearly as subtle as your efforts to take control around the house. After all, you're already in the midst of controlling his orgasms, aren't you?

There are many small, at least somewhat subtle things you can do in the bedroom - or outside the bedroom, as I recommend you explore sexual pleasure in as many locations as possible - that will help train your husband to accept your shift into being the dominant partner. Here are some of them:

- When he's performing oral sex, grab a handful of his hair. Grab two handfuls if you like. Feel free to pull tightly, too. Just a bit of pain will remind him that you're in control in that moment.
- While standing, put a hand on your husband's head and gently apply pressure to urge him to fall to his knees while you tell him you'd like your pussy eaten.
- Find an opportunity to slip a finger or two into his mouth. It can be during foreplay or sex. It doesn't really matter. It's a small but intensely effective means of making him submit as you are quite literally penetrating him.
- Give his ass a good smack. This is easiest when having sex in missionary position, but you'll likely find yourself in other erotic situations where you can give him a good swat.
- A handjob while you're standing behind him can make him feel surprisingly submissive. You can give his ass a good smack in that position, certainly, and you can do so under the guise of increasing his pleasure.
- Along the same lines, sit up in bed and have him sit between your legs with his back pressed against your chest. Take his cock in your hand and stroke him until he cums. It's yet another remarkably submissive position.
- Make girl on top your default sexual position. It's technical name is 'female superior,' so take advantage of the naturally dominant nature of that position.
- Make sexual teasing a part of your daily life. Kisses. Gentle touches. Caressing his cock through his pants. Make sure that teasing almost always includes denying him the pleasure he will undoubtedly seek when he's aroused. Every once in a while, grant him the pleasure of fucking you.
- Combine the above with sexually suggestive outfits, deepening his desire. In that case, the denial will feel more agonizing for him, thus reinforcing your position as the one in charge.

I could go on, but I'm sure you get the idea.

One more thing. One very important thing. From here on out, you must make an effort to ensure that each and every one of your husband's orgasms is outstanding. Most importantly, you must make sure they far surpass the pleasure he can derive from masturbation. You want him driven to seek pleasure from you, not himself. You want him craving you in every possible way. I promise, it will serve you exceptionally well in your quest to be the dominant member of your marriage.

Sylvia was wet. Soaking wet. She could feel it in her panties. Every single idea the author suggested had excited her, especially when combined with the overarching notion of her being in control of her marriage, of Shane being transformed into an eager submissive, perhaps without even knowing it.

Sylvia rested the book on her chest and slipped a hand into her panties. She closed her eyes and moaned at the electric pleasure of merely brushing a fingertip against her clit. Her body was alive with desire and she very nearly surrendered to it and masturbated to an orgasm in that moment.

Instead, though, Sylvia closed the book and headed for the bedroom. She stripped out of her work clothes and stood naked in her closet with her hands on her hips as she perused the options available to her.

A red lace bodysuit called out to her. She could pair it with heels and lure Shane into the bedroom from the moment he got home from work.

A soft, slightly cropped white sweater caught her attention. Sylvia could pair it with the plaid pleated skirt she'd bought years ago and had only worn a few times. She could captivate her husband with the sight of her smooth legs. She could bent over and flash her ass. She could go without panties and tease him with the notion of sliding his cock into her in pursuit of the ultimate pleasure.

Sylvia reached between her legs and slipped two fingers into her pussy. She was soaked and the simple act of filling herself in that manner brought about a deep moan and a gentle trembling of her thighs.

She wouldn't make it through dinner. She had to cum before they ate. Sylvia grabbed the white sweater and pulled it over her head. She dug around for the pleated skirt, finding it buried in the back. It was nicely folded, though, and it looked utterly perfect as she stepped into it, pulled it up her legs, and zipped it up.

Sylvia turned to the floor length mirror and smiled. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra - in a good way, she thought - and the skirt was shorter than she remembered. It struck her that she looked a little like she'd just stepped out of a porn movie, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it seemed like a very good thing.

In keeping with that theme, Sylvia pulled a pair of strappy black heels from her shoe rack and stepped into them. She looked at herself in the mirror once more and felt a burst of confidence at how good she looked.

Sylvia slipped the book into her nightstand and headed to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine. She made her way to the couch, sipped that wine, and thought of Shane going down on her that morning. She thought of how good he looked on his knees and how thrilling it had felt to grab two handfuls of his hair and hold it tight, just like the book had suggested.

"Fuck," Sylvia whispered as she reached up and grasped one of her breasts through the soft sweater. She squeezed hard, closed her eyes, and imagined herself on top of Shane, riding him slowly and drawing him towards the kind of orgasm that would make him forsake masturbation as an obviously inferior form of sexual pleasure.

Sylvia reached down and slowly ran her fingers up her thigh with the intention of teasing her clit. She was moments away from doing so when the garage door opener whirred to life.

Shane was home and the fun was about to begin, so Sylvia fixed her skirt, crossed her legs, and sipped her wine while she waited for her husband to step into the living room.

The look on his face was perfect. Even better than when he'd walked in on her in a t-shirt and panties, and with good reason, as Sylvia had made it perfectly clear she intended on making good on her promise that morning by taking care of Shane's needs.

"Welcome home," she said with a smile. "I missed you."

"I missed you too. Like you wouldn't believe. I thought about you all day, Sylvia."

It was exactly what she wanted to hear and Sylvia rewarded Shane by uncrossing her legs, giving him a brief view of her pussy, and crossing them once more before she urged him to come and sit with her.

Shane set his briefcase down and hurried towards her with a wild look of desire in his eyes. He sat carefully - she was still holding a glass of wine - and his hand rested on her knee before his fingers moved in slow circles over her soft skin.

"You look so hot," he said.

"I thought you might like this outfit," she replied. "And that you might like that I'm not wearing any panties."

His fingers moved up the outside of her thigh and Sylvia smiled at the pleasure of his touch. She took the rest of the wine into her mouth, swallowed, and then kissed her husband. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and shared the taste of her drink with him. He moaned and his fingers grasped a handful of her ass and squeezed hard as she pulled back and set the glass on the coffee table.

They kissed again and Shane's hand continued to wander, moving over her sweater and moaning when he discovered she wasn't wearing a bra. He made his way under the soft white fabric and he grasped her bare breasts before gently rolling her nipple between his fingers. His touch provided electric shocks of pleasure and Sylvia couldn't help but uncross her legs and spread them, doing so without thinking as her body expressed a desire her brain hadn't gotten around to making clear.

Shane's hand moved under her skirt and between her legs, but Sylvia stopped him before his fingers could find their way into her pussy. He looked confused, but only for a moment as she stood, stepped in front of him, and bent over to hastily remove Shane's pants and underwear, freeing his wondrously stiff cock.

Sylvia gave it a few strokes and then straddled him, sitting across his thighs. She leaned back, lifted the bottom of her skirt, and reached between her legs to push two fingers deep into her wet pussy while Shane watched with lust dancing across his face.

Once her fingers were soaked, Sylvia pulled them from her pussy and slowly lifted them to her lips, drawing Shane's gaze for the entire journey. She smiled, hesitated for a moment, and took them in her mouth. Sylvia moaned, closed her eyes, and sucked her fingers clean.

"Fuck," Shane said softly.

"Mmm, I taste good," Sylvia replied as her fingers moved between her legs once more. She smiled at her husband, leaned down, and kissed him. She slipped her tongue into his mouth while fingering her exceedingly wet pussy.

Sylvia pulled back just a few inches and lifted her fingers until they rested between her lips and Shane's. She smiled and asked, "Would you like a taste?"

He didn't get a chance to answer. Sylvia pushed her slippery fingers into his mouth. Shane closed his lips around them and sucked, though. He accepted her invasion, her penetration. He did so with a moan, too, and she reached down to stroke his cock as a reward.

"I want you inside me," she said. "I want you in my pussy, Shane. I want you in the pussy you're tasting right now."

With her fingers still in his mouth, Sylvia slid her hips forward and guided Shane's cock inside her. His eyes went wide with delight and he moaned as she pulled her fingers free and replaced them with her tongue.

They kissed as Sylvia moved her hips back and forth, slowly milking his cock with her pussy and grinding her clit over his crotch. She ran her fingers through his hair and then held his head in her hands while their tongues continued to mingle in a manner that struck her as intensely erotic.

"Does that feel good?" Sylvia asked with her lips inches from his. "Does my pussy feel good?"

"Yes. Fuck, yes, Sylvia, it feels so good."

His hands slipped under her sweater and he grasped her breasts. He squeezed them hard, though Sylvia found it enthralling and unleashed a loud moan to ensure that Shane understood how much she enjoyed his touch.

Overwhelmed with lust, Sylvia grabbed a handful of Shane's hair and pulled back to expose his neck. She leaned down and showered him in soft, seductive kisses as his hands moved to her ass, grabbed her flesh tightly, and urged her to ride him faster. Sylvia kept her fingers entwined in his hair and sucked on his neck before nibbling his earlobe just enough to cause a hint of pain, though he moaned in a manner that made it seem as though he thoroughly enjoyed her naughty ministrations.

"Sylvia, I'm close," Shane announced.

She was close too so Sylvia rode him faster. She kissed him. She moaned. She ran her hands through his hair and over his neck and down his arms. Her pussy tingled and her legs began to tremble as her orgasm approached.

"Cum in me, Shane," she said. "Cum in my pussy."

They came together as Sylvia grabbed a handful of his hair and wrapped her other arm around his neck to pull him close. She practically smothered him with her sweater, but in that moment she wanted Shane to be as close to her as possible. She wanted him to feel the warmth and softness of her body. She wanted him to feel like he was totally surrounded by her.

Once their moans subsided, Sylvia released her grip, took Shane's head in her hands, and smiled before kissing him softly. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she offered hers in kind for a slow, beautifully erotic dance as his hands moved over her ass, under her sweater, and up her back.

"That was...honestly, Sylvia, I don't even know how to describe how good that was," he said. "Something about you feels...different, but in a way I really like. You seem really confident and sexy and there's something so hot about that."

Sylvia smiled and rewarded him with another kiss, this time gently rocking her hips and making him moan as her pussy stimulated the sensitive head of his cock.

"How would you feel about cooking dinner tonight?" she asked.

Shane smiled. "Of course. It would be my pleasure."

Sylvia kissed him again, this time deeply and passionately. She was giddy in a way he didn't understand, for it felt as though she'd successfully practiced the advice from the book and had laid the foundation of what might become a female led marriage. Sylvia wasn't even entirely sure that's what she wanted, but she couldn't help but get excited at the idea that she could, if she chose to, transform her husband into the perfect submissive.

She got so excited that she very nearly started riding him again in pursuit of another orgasm. There would be time for that later, though, and Shane wouldn't be cumming again. One orgasm was enough for him.