Sickshoelicker
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So I wrote this story last night and then showed her it tonight. Well, she made me read it to her. Then we acted it out. She's so good, it's stupid to even think about resisting her. She is my all. Anyway, it's heavy on the verbal, as that tends to make me submit to anything she wants. Anyway, here it is:
A Wife's Awakening - My Wife Begins to See the Benefits of Selfish Gain
I had always known that my husband had an intense fetish for being manipulated, degraded, and mocked, among other things. We had played around with some fantasy on and off the whole time we'd been together, but it usually ended in him calling it off because he got frustrated about something, or because we wouldn't talk. The truth is though, that he's a pretty good guy. He makes a good living, is a good dad, and doesn't really spend money. Plus, he doesn't go out doing who knows what with who knows who.
That's all nice, but the truth is, he is terrible in bed. His cock maxes out at 5 inches, and he lasts about 3 minutes when we do fuck, which isn't often. I mean, come on, I'm supposed to get all excited for him to fumble his way to orgasm, and then I have to clean up? Not really the highlight to a girl's day. And certainly not near enough to make sex with him appealing to me. And to top it off, he has trouble keeping it up unless I start verbally degrading him and dominating him.
I basically have no need for regular sex with him. I never really told him, but let's be real. I want cock when I fuck. Rough, hard dick pounding me relentlessly, not, well, you know - just not HIM at ALL. Pretty much the opposite, really. Here's a tip. If a girl is asking if you're "in", she's probably fucking you because you're being a pussy and crying about sex. I mean, really - Do you honestly think if a girl enjoys something, you'll have to fight to make it happen? Ha, of course not. Anyway, he never once satisfied me, so I only let him fuck me when I had to. You could say that he leaves EVERYTHING to be desired.
In the last few weeks though, we've decided to kind of, jump in, so to speak. Perhaps as a desperate attempt at making SOMETHING regular happen, or maybe I'm just hitting my sexual peak. Who knows. The point is, we've communicated a little bit, and because of this, he's opened up and is willing to try it a little differently now, by relinquishing the majority of control to me, for the most part. I've opened up some too, and have been adding my own more self-centered desires to it, along with adding some personal touches and *********** what I want to see and have.
The point is, he's happy now, and it's working for me too. There's still a way to go, but he's getting more obedient and more loyal all the time. And you know what? I might as well get what I want out of it, it's not like there's much hope of him growing a cock. It's funny, I used to be really careful of what I said to him if it was demeaning or intensely personal in viciousness, worried that something might stick, or maybe thinking if we ever stopped, some memories would be better to have not made. But now I see that the worse I treat him, the more he adores me and strives to please me. He's such a weak fucker, you have no idea.
On this late afternoon, I sat on one end of the couch on my phone while he sat at the other end of the couch, just staring at me with those glassy eyes he gets when I'm talking **** to him. I shot him back a look of despise, and then told him that I'd be going shopping today, and that while I was doing that, he would be cleaning the bathrooms. He looked at me longingly, so I decided I'd throw in something else miserable since he didn't complain. "I also want you to enter all of those scores into my laptop, and be sure that you do it exactly as I showed you. If I have to go back and fix something because you're a dumb ****, then you haven't really served me.", I logically point out to him.
I was starting to be glad I'd shown him how to handle most of the classroom ****, he was saving me some time, and made me look good, with no effort on my part. He thanked me like a retard, and then he was captured by my look of disgust. It was enough to bring him to his knees as he grasped at my waist from his puddle below me. I brought my face closer to his. I slowly raised both of my eyebrows and looked him right in the eye. It was time to turn it up - just to see if I could start pushing for even more obedience. Hey, the house worked well the way I ran things, we were never doing better. Besides, why not have total control? It's fun!
"I want you to know that every time you melt before me, you disgust me a little more.", I said, giving him a look like you'd give a creepy stranger.
"You are a completely dominated wimp that I kick around and command, purely for amusement." I paused to study his ********** face, squinting just a bit as I locked my gaze with his.
"I want you to know, I didn't really respect you before any of this weak pussy **** started either. Mostly because you always let me dictate my will when a decision came up, almost as though by default. But really a girl can just tell too, like a sixth sense. I wonder what that means about every girl you've ever met? It means they can tell what a pathetic fucker you are. That's sooo sad for you." I contorted my face to openly mock him, and then went on.
"Obviously now, now we're on a whole different level. Now I don't just see you as weak and fucked up. Now I see you as stupid and disgusting." I let that sink in before lifting up his chin and pointedly, coldly even, stating: "Listen to me, you beg me to do whatever I want, no matter how bad or unfair it is to you. You are such a fucking freak that you offer me even more than you have to give. That makes debt. Mmmmm, you like being in debt to me? Ah ha ha ha! Fuck off wimp!" I slapped his pussy face for effect.
"You find nourishment in being completely used up for me. You thrive on me fucking you over! Thrive." I let these words penetrate that weak, sissy brain for a second before continuing.
My harsher words had brought an almost immediate weakening of his will. He radiated a desire of wanting more than ever to ensure my pleasures. He looked up at me and held my look in that way a person would if it meant they'd drown if they looked away. He was fixated, wholly and completely. I snapped him out of his cloud of worship by slowly and deliberately pushing my hand into his mouth until it fell open, completely at my disposal. He obediently held it open as wide as he could, looking so desperate that you'd think he'd want to pay to keep it open for you.
I leaned over and seductively began to rip him apart with my words, knowing that by the end of my verbal beatdown, he would beg to sacrifice anything he would ever have to see me revel in satisfaction. He trembled, not in fear, but in the all enveloping feeling of being wrapped up in a warm blanket.
"I've decided to make a few changes to some things around here, cocksucker, financially speaking anyway. Let me run them by you for your approval". He started to nod yes, but I quickly stopped him by grabbing his hair.
"No, no, no - my weak little sissy", I chided him sweetly.
"I don't want you agreeing until you've heard and are fully convinced that it's the best way to go." He nodded under my spell of fog.
"From now on, I want $1800 of each of your checks direct deposited to my bank account. You will have about $400 for gas and expenses for the month. We will review it after a month and see if you could get by on less. You do want to get by on less for me, right sweetie? Would that make your ditzy little brain all fuzzy? Would you like to let me make the big decisions with money? It's hard to do it right, and you need to focus on me more, anyway, don't you agree? He sank, as he sometimes does when I bestow my will as cruelness. But I've learned it's this very cruelness that solidifies his love and dedication to me.
The verbal assault was softening him to long for my deeper control. He stretched out towards my face with his captively open mouth. I nodded approvingly, and to him it was like a full on deep conversation with someone without speaking a word.
"Of course, you'd have to make it up to me. It's a lot of work deciding where all the money goes. At that realization and sting, he poured flat on his stomach, hands grasping my ankles and face prostrated at my feet. He looked up, broken and pure. And with that, I bent down to his level. I opened my mouth and let my saliva drip into his eager disposal. So gross! What a sad little fucker. But of course, this act made his puny brain snap a little.
"I need to do whatever you say is fair!", he blurted out. I smiled in approval at his outburst.
"I think you should add something added to the "Permanent" list", he offered almost as quickly. This was our short list of things that once I made him do, he would get to do for me forever. So far it was mopping the entire hardwood house, scooping up dog poop, taking out and bringing in the trash, and I always hinted at more, because, fuck him.
"That sounds like a good beginning", I said with a light kick. I told him this as though I was talking to a small ***** or ******, but in a taunting way. He sank again at my words, and he rolled over so his back was to the floor. I ran the bottom of my shoe lengthwise over his fully extended tongue, ******* him to hold his head up about an inch off the floor, as I thought about just what I wanted.
"I will add something to the permanent list you can wash my SUV every two weeks. If you forget, you go an extra day without making your little cummies. Tell me you agree you stupid bastard!" He looked dejected, but almost as quickly, he ferociously began licking the sole of my shoe for all he was worth, and pulled it to his face with his hands. I knew that that meant he was eager to obey. Time for the icing on the cake. If he didn't fight this, he'd be happily ensnared.
"Oh, and I think you should trade our next really personal time together for a just you alone so I don't have to waste time watching you get dumb to me. You can jerk off with a dirty sock I wore all day while you lay on the floor.". He groaned at this idea, and I could hear a little pain in his groan.
"Does that sound good? Let's do it right now and that will finalize the whole thing. No need to waste brainpower thinking about details anyway. I always look out for you. It's settled." I peeled off the standard, white sock I had worn that day and dropped it on his face, flicking him a look of contempt.
"I know you want it to be a black, dirty, shiny stocking. And this is just a white cotton one. Oh well.", I mocked, as though an afterthought.
"Hey, I know!", I smiled, with pure deviancy.
"You can pretend she's a real girl that would let you fuck her and everything. French kiss her for a few minutes before she lets you inside her. Ooh! Who's my big strong stud? That's right. You are." He spasmed at this and tried to form words. No good.
"No, I know, but I said PRETEND she WOULD let you. Are you going to fuck her like a big, strong, real man? Are you fucking her with you little clitty-dick? Oh, she's so lucky." He writhed on the floor, pumping away furiously, alive with the shame only I can prescribe.
"This is just another reason I don't fuck you, you know that, right?", a little sting to really sell what I had planned for him.
"Cum in my sock you sissy bitch!", I commanded with authority.
"Hey, while you're all cum dumb, you worthless faggot, I want to tell you something. This **** doesn't turn me on other than ruling you absolutely. You disgust me so much that you should beg me to fuck anyone I want. We're going to work on that together, you and I. Mmmmmmm. So good." He emptied his swollen balls into my sock with a mighty *****, and then lay still. Pure.
I quickly was on top of him, holding him down. He slowly made eye contact, as though he were completely unfocused. I grabbed the sock and wiped his shaft and balls, collecting as much jizz as I could and cooing softly.
"I let you have this orgasm. You will be grateful for all of it. The next part I said in a
matter-of-fact tone;
"I will stuff my cummy sock into your mouth and you WILL suck it dry. You will rinse all of the jizz out of it, using only your own spit and tongue, and you will swallow all of it. You sad, gross, slimy, faggot cum-junkie. You make me sick." He was comatose now. No response. I continued anyway,
"While you're sucking down cum I want you to think of how you can better serve me. How can you commit more? How can you get by with less? How can you begin to repay me for being so tolerant of your many shortcomings?"
As he lay there, now dutifully sucking and smacking away at my sock like a cheerleader with bubblegum, I looked down once more in complete cruelness. He made eye contact and looked through me, eternally smitten like the hopeless loser he is.
"I've been looking into the psyche of the perverted sissy, the *********** craving junkie, the fucking retard who NEEDS to be owned. Guess what I found out? You really would do ANYTHING if your orgasms were denied."
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