Happy Marriage

I am 34 years old, married for the last three years, and my story began about a year ago, as my husband's mistress. I work in the accounting department of a company, and he is an employee at a bank. So we would both come home tired, almost in the evening. But my work didn't stop there; I had to cook, wash, do the laundry, iron, and all the other household chores, while he rested and watched TV. Whenever I discussed it with friends and colleagues, they all had more or less similar problems, but I had absolutely no intention of living under those conditions.

One night about a year ago, we were together in bed watching TV. While channel surfing, we landed on a movie with policewomen, where in that particular scene, they had immobilized two men after beating them up. My husband started laughing, "That only happens in movies," he said, "what else will we see…" Although I agreed with him—it was a movie, after all—something inside me rebelled. "Why do you say that?" I asked him. "As you saw, they know karate." "Maria, no matter what a woman knows, she can't defeat a man," Kostas replied to me very seriously. "Look at us, for example," he continued, "you have a smaller and weaker body than mine." Indeed, I am 1.65m tall and he is almost 1.80m, but that didn't intimidate me; on the contrary, it did. From one thing to another, and more out of provocation, we ended up betting that we would wrestle and see who would win. We started wrestling and ended up a tangled heap among the sheets. Without realizing how it happened, I kneed him in the balls and made him double over in pain. I fell on top of him and, while he was still writhing, I turned him face down and immobilized him beneath me. "What are you doing? Are you trying to kill me? Have you gone crazy?" he started shouting as soon as he recovered a little. "Sorry," I answered him laughing, "but you see, I can't control my strength."

I continued to hold him beneath me and kept his hands immobilized behind his back. "Come on, Maria, let me go, okay, you won," he said, but the tone of his voice was aroused. I turned him onto his back and saw with surprise his boxers bulging from his huge erection. I sat on his chest and held his hands immobilized on the bed, without him offering any resistance anymore. "Come on, Maria, please. Let me go, you won." I released one of his hands and grabbed his aroused cock over his boxers and started squeezing it. He was about to shout and pull away, but I slapped him in the face, something I had never imagined doing until that moment, but the tension was such that I dared, and he froze like a statue. "Now you will do what I want, I am the winner, understood?" I asked him and simultaneously "squeezed" his cock again. "Understood?" "Yes, yes, I understand," were the only words he managed to say, stunned. I pulled his boxers down and started jerking him off quickly and firmly. He was so aroused that he soon filled my hand with his cum.

And now if you ask me, I don't know what it was that drove me to do what I did, but I did it and it was probably very decisive for what followed. I brought my hand forward and, as it was full of his cum, I rubbed it on his face. Even though he reacted and turned his head to the side, with my other hand I grabbed him by the hair and continued to spread his own cum on his face. "Shut up and lick," I ordered him, "you lost and you will do what I want." I remained surprised even myself when I saw him timidly licking my fingers and swallowing his cum, but at the same time I became incredibly aroused and satisfied. When he finished, I got up and sat on his face, pulled my panties to the side and let his tongue lick and fuck me. That night was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me until then.

A week passed without either of us mentioning what had happened, but his attitude had become a little more passive; he helped me with some chores and generally didn't object to anything I asked. That Saturday of that week, he wanted to play; I could see he was aroused, he touched me, caressed me, but I pulled away and kept asking him to do some new chore. At some point, I heard him muttering angrily something like… "Go fuck yourself, you bitch." I approached him and, without showing anything, I gave him a hard slap that made his face bright red. "What did you call me?" I asked him, furious with anger. "I didn't say anything," he started to say, but a second slap made him lose it completely. "If you call me a bitch again, woe betide you," I told him, "but we're not finished yet; for what you did, you will be punished." "I won't do it again," he started to say, but by then I was enjoying the power I had over him. That night, I forced him to undress and after he licked me and I came in his mouth, I made him sleep on the floor, at the foot of the bed.

The next day, I went out for coffee with a close friend of mine, and after she saw me glowing, I told her everything that had happened. "I think he likes it," she said among other things, "otherwise he would have found the strength to defeat you or even stop it or get up and leave." And she was right. The way I saw things again through my friend's words, it was clear that Kostas liked submission. We talked a lot; she turned out to have had a similar experience with a boyfriend of hers, who ended up as her slave and served her for two whole years. I heard a lot and left full of ideas and with a confidence heightened as never before, ready and certain about what was to come. Returning home, he was sitting on the couch reading his newspaper. Come with me, I ordered him and headed towards the bedroom. He came immediately, but looking lost he asked me, what's been going on lately, what has changed? A lot, I answered him, and you haven't seen anything yet. And without telling him anything else, I ordered him to lie down on the floor. He did it immediately and I, standing over him, paced, stepped over his reclining body and enjoyed the power I had over him. I lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties, took them off, without taking off my stockings, and after I bent near him, I rubbed it on his face. He breathed in the scent of my pussy and my baby started getting hard. I smiled contentedly, we're on the right track I thought, and spreading my legs, I pulled my skirt up to my waist and sat on his face. Lick, I ordered him and he started eating me out, while I rubbed myself on his face and covered him with my juices. Before I finished, sharply and without allowing him to get up, I pulled down his trousers and his briefs. His cock sprang up hard and erect. I sat on him and took it all inside my pussy. I started moving up and down, to "impale" myself on him and for the first time I felt that I was fucking him and not him fucking me. I pinched his nipples, bent down and bit them and continued to impale myself wildly and hard on his cock. I came trembling on his dick and seconds later he also came inside me. I always take a contraceptive pill so we don't need condoms.

This time, however, I had additional plans; I got off his cock and without wasting time I sat on his face again. Please, Maria, not again, he said and went to turn his head to the side. I didn't give him room to recover; I tightened my legs around his head and grabbing him by the hair I stuffed my pussy into his mouth. I want to feel your tongue inside me Kostas, I told him sternly, I want you to lick me and clean me completely, not to leave a single drop. I felt inside me his cum mixed with my own juices running down; I saw him beneath me surrendered to my appetites and I surpassed my previous limit. Lick slave, I ordered him, put your tongue in, as deep as you can. And as if he was waiting for exactly that word, he surrendered completely, thrust his tongue inside me and started licking me. At first timidly, but then he thrust it as deep as possible, he licked me, sucked me, swallowed our juices, he literally fucked me with his tongue. I couldn't hold on, I came in his mouth, but I didn't get up for a moment. Pulling myself slightly higher I stuffed his nose into my pussy, bringing my asshole to his tongue. And now lick my ass slave, I ordered him, still breathing heavily from my recent orgasm. Not even I expected him to respond so immediately. He had surrendered completely by now and he shoved his tongue into my asshole and I was going crazy. His nose rubbed against my pussy lips and his tongue was shoved all the way into my little ass. I lowered my hand and played with my clit and I didn't take but a few seconds and I finished once more. I melted, I went out, I fell on him trembling from the successive orgasms. When I recovered, I went and took a bath, leaving him in bed trying to understand, what had changed between us. That night I made him sleep naked on the floor again.

The next day I returned late from work and found him waiting for me thoughtfully.

- Maria, I want to talk, he told me, so much has happened these days, I don't know what to assume. Why are you doing all this?

- Because I like it, I told him curtly. I like dominating you and you obeying whatever I command. And you like it too, don't you think I haven't seen how hard you get and how obedient you've become lately?

Yes, he said and bowed his head embarrassed, but this isn't right. Before he continued I cut him off…

- I don't care what's right in your opinion, I like dominating you and I will do it. And every day I will subjugate you more and more. Understood? And to move to the next step, after we eat you will wash the dishes and from today you will wash them every time.

- Okay, he said with his head bowed.

I thought to tell him to say Yes Mistress, but it was still early and as Dimitra had told me, I must proceed slowly, let him accept one situation and then move to the next.

After we ate, I cleared the plates and took them to the kitchen smiling. Come on Kostaki, I told him playfully, time to wash them. He came into the kitchen and approached the sink. Not like that my baby, you'll get dirty, take your clothes off, you'll wash them naked. This time he didn't react at all. He stripped completely, in front of me, and remained with his dick "half-hard." I sat on a chair in the kitchen and watched him naked, washing and tidying the sink. I lifted my skirt, moved aside my panties and started pleasuring myself at the sight of my naked man. I came by myself, before he even finished washing. When he finished and turned towards me, his dick was hard. Mmm, very impressive, I said, you see? You're starting to like it! Yes I liked it, he said "half-embarrassed," but now what will happen with me? and he meant his erection. Again I remembered Dimitra's advice and how when he is ready, I should give him something more difficult. Take a glass and come here, I ordered him. Kneel in front of me slave, I told him sternly and I stood up over him, jerk off and cum into the glass. Are you serious? he asked me surprised. Absolutely, asshole! and I gave him a sharp slap. Without saying a word, neither about the asshole, nor about the slap, he bowed his head down and with one hand he held the glass and with the other he jerked his erect rod. Don't spill a drop outside, you'll be in trouble! He nodded affirmatively and continued to jerk off. In a very short time, with me walking around him and touching him with my stockinged foot, he came into his wine glass. Very nice Kostaki. And now drink it! But... why? Because I order you! He brought the glass to his mouth, closed his eyes and turned it up. He held it there until all his cum ran into his mouth. Well done slave, I told him, you satisfied me, get dressed, I'm going to take a bath.

Over the next few days, I didn't do anything new to him, I only established the things we had done up to that point. He now permanently washed the dishes, he licked my pussy, my asshole, I would necessarily reach orgasm two or three times and he, after he came, usually into his glass, would drink his cum. I met up with Dimitra again and after I told her about my own developments and progress and that of my slave, she told me more and we discussed the progression from then on. She mentioned bondage, whipping, and many other things. She also gave me addresses of sex shops to find the corresponding accessories and, "jokingly," she told me: welcome to the club.

After a few days, one Friday night when we were in bed with Kostas, I told him, I want to tie you up. What, he said, surprised. What you heard! I want to tie your hands! But, why?… Because that's how I want you, I told him and got up. I opened the drawer of the dresser and took out from inside it the metal handcuffs, which I had put there earlier. I tied his hands to the bars of the bed, while he looked at me bewildered. But what are you doing? the only thing left is for you to wear "leather" and whip me! he told me, stunned. Your idea doesn't sound bad, I told him laughing, besides, it will help both of us. I got up and undressed slowly and torturously, with him naked and tied to the bed with his cock hard. I approached him and took his cock into my mouth, making him writhe and tremble with lust. Mmmmm my baby, he said, how did you become so perverted? That doesn't matter? I answered him, what matters are our rules from now on! Rules????? he asked, surprised. Yes, rules. When you are my slave, you belong to me completely. And that means, I can do whatever I want to you, no matter how harsh it is. Understood? Yes, I understand, he answered, resigned. Don't worry. There will be other rules too, but when their time comes.

I got up and sat on his hard cock. I started moving up and down and fucking him with my pussy. I saw him tied up beneath me and I got aroused using him as my tool, for my own needs. I had never felt his cock so hard, it reached my womb, it tore me apart and I enjoyed it, but I enjoyed even more the fact that his submission and the bondage had caused him such lust. I started caressing my body, playing with my aroused nipples, while he watched me speechless and unable to do anything. I came on him, I impaled myself completely on his cock, I came, I remained motionless, there, screwed on, and I trembled, I convulsed. You are forbidden to cum, slave, I ordered him. That is the second rule, you will never cum unless I have two orgasms first. If you disobey me and cum, you will remain tied up until I decide to untie you. Understood? His breath was heavy. My pussy was squeezing him and his cock was trembling, I could feel it. Maria, I can't hold on, I'm going to cum… And indeed, immediately after, his cum "shot" into my pussy. His cock was twitching and coming inside me. My little slave, I told him and got up, you didn't obey me, maybe next time, you'll be more cooperative. Maria, where are you going? aren't you going to untie me? what are you doing? I put on my robe and left the room. I closed the door behind me and left him tied up. I went to the living room, turned on the television, and sat down. From inside, his pleas could be heard. He was begging me to untie him, to forgive him, that he wouldn't do it again. I got up and went back to our room, opened the door, and stood there looking at him. What do you want, yelling, asshole, I asked him harshly. You disobeyed the rules, so shut up. Untie me please, have mercy with the games and the rules now. I approached the bed, took my panties from underneath, and bent over his face. Open your mouth, slave, I ordered him. Forget it, he answered me. Slaaaap, I slapped him with a bare-handed slap with all my strength. I said open your mouth, asshole slave, I told him angrily. He opened it obediently this time and I stuffed my panties inside his mouth. I untied my robe, which opened by itself, and I remained half-naked with my hands on my hips, supervising him from above him.

Even though he was tied up, with my panties stuffed in his mouth, his cock started to rise again. At the sight of it alone, I smiled and it was now clear that I had won the game and that I had acquired a permanent and obedient slave. I will leave you like this all night, I told him, I will come every now and then to check on you and woe to you if you don't have my panties in your mouth. I got up and left, closing the door behind me, and returned to the living room. Even though I had just finished, I found myself caressing myself and coming alone on the couch at the thought of my man tied up and gagged in our bed. During the night, I checked on him three times and he was absolutely obedient. My panties continued to be in his mouth even when he was sleeping. In the morning when I woke him up, I congratulated him for being so obedient in everything I had ordered him. I sat next to him and started to jerk his hard cock, without untying him. Within seconds, he came on my hand and his stomach. I brought my other hand to his mouth, took my panties out from inside, and gave him my hand, dirty with his cum, to lick and clean. I gathered the rest of his cum from his stomach and after he drank everything, then I untied him, satisfied with his submission.

One afternoon, after a long time, I was sitting with Dimitra in the kitchen and we were drinking coffee, she reminded me that for six months now, I had been the mistress of my husband. She opened her bag and gave me a box. She told me it was her gift for my anniversary. I opened it and I was shocked by what I saw. It was a large plastic cock, around twenty inches, but various straps came out from its base. It's called a "strap-on," Dimitra explained to me, as soon as she noticed my surprise, you tie it around your waist and you can imagine the rest… she added, laughing. Meaning, I asked, still lost. What meaning?? You will use it on Kostas. You will wear it and you will feel, like you have never felt before. I tried to "imagine" Dimitra wearing one like that around her waist, but no matter how much I pushed the idea away, her words brought me back to reality. Confused, I was holding it in my hands, I didn't know if Kostas was ready for something like that, I didn't know if I wanted it. But again, Dimitra, as if reading my thoughts, told me that Kostas would react at first, as with everything so far, but he would learn and accept it and in the end, he would enjoy it. The more she talked to me and the more I held it in my hands, the more certain I felt. That day Kostas came home late from work. I told him I had a surprise for him and that after washing the dishes, he had to wait for me in bed, without asking anything else. I found him naked on the bed, just as I had ordered, and I began to undress. He was already hard, even though he didn't know what awaited him. That's when I opened the drawer and took out the "strap-on." What is that, what are you going to do to me? he asked me, terrified. Exactly what you think, my baby, I told him, and I won't do anything more to you than what you've been doing to me for the past two years, and I began tightening the straps around my waist. Maria, that's enough, I don't care what you want, but you're not putting that thing inside me... Really, Kostas? Did you forget that you are my slave? Did you forget that I give the orders? That I decide what we do in this house? I tied him face down on the bed and now he was at my mercy. I fell on top of him, spread his legs with my feet, and settled between them. I began rubbing the plastic "cockhead" against his asshole, while he was still shouting. Then I thought I should first wet it and make him be quiet. So I got up and, as his head was turned to the side, I went next to him and, holding my cock with my hand, guided it to his mouth. He had no other choice and so he licked and sucked it like a whore. When it was completely wet, I pulled it from his mouth and went back down between his legs.

My cock was glistening from his spit and I began pushing it into his virgin hole. Relax, slave, I told him, I'm going inside you, I'm going to take your virginity, relax and enjoy it. He was begging me to stop, but I was already pressing my cock against his little hole. And very soon it happened... My cock violated his tight hole and entered him. I had never felt such power before! I braced my hands on his "ass cheeks" and began thrusting in and out of his hole. Each time I pushed my cock deeper and deeper, I fucked him harder and harder. I reached an unprecedented orgasm, without even touching my pussy, just with the awareness of the absolute power I was exerting over him. Just with the thought that I was now the one doing the fucking, not him. I was nailing him to the mattress, I could feel it, I was "ass-fucking" him, I was tearing him apart, and I liked it immensely. When I was satisfied, I pulled out of him and approached his face again. Come on, slut, take it, lick it, clean it, whore, please the cock that fucked you, bitch, suck up its cum. He was "sucking" on my plastic cock and I began to stroke his cock, which was standing fully erect. Cum, slave, cum, whore, I told him, show me what a slut you are! When he came and drank his own cum, I untied him and took him in my arms, without taking my "strap-on" off my waist.

We slept like that and all night I kept waking from the wonderful weight of him. Since then, many things changed between us; soon he was wearing a bra and panties, a skirt and a robe, and doing all the housework, and I walked around strapped with my "strap-on" and whenever I wanted, I put him on all fours and fucked him. Ladies, I advise you, follow my example!