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FemDom Husband Training: Jodi’s Saturday Run

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Jodi closed the kitchen door and clapped her hands twice.

“Yes,” came the reply.  She could hear him coming her way through the living room.

“One thing I love about a good long run,” Jodi said filling a glass with water, “…is getting so just totally energized and hot and sweaty, and coming in and just stripping my clothes off while I walk through the house, dropping them on the floor for you to pickup and cleanup.”

She turned and leaned against the counter, smiling.

Chad walked barefoot and smiling into the kitchen carrying an armful of clothes.  “How was it?”

“It was fantastic.  It’s such a beautiful day.  We should enjoy it.”

He dropped the next load of clothes on the laundry room floor,  pulled the door to and went over to his wife. Her shirt was wet with sweat, and there were still beads on her forehead on on her arms.

Cupping her face in his hands he said, “You look fantastic!” and kissed her on her left cheek.

“Take off your clothes,” she said.

He took a step back and unfastened his cargo shorts letting them fall to the ground.  She watched as he pulled his t-shirt over his head.

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“Nice,” she said, running her fingernails down his chest.

“I think you’ll be naked the rest of the day,” she said, pulling his underwear down to the middle of his thigh.

She wrapper her fingers around his swollen and throbbing cock as it sprung free. “And what’s this?”

He shuddered, and groaned softly.

“My, my!” she said, holding it by the head and running her nails lightly along the underside.

“How long has it been?”

“Wednesday, a week ago,” he said.

She wrapped her left thumb and forefinger around his ball sack.  The palm of her right hand rested against the tip of his dick, her fingers stretched out length-wise along his shaft.  And then she tugged down with her left hand as she slid the nails of her other hand firmly along the top of his dick and locked them into the ring of the head of his cock.

“And how long will it be?” she said, unsmiling.

“Until you say, Mistress.”

“Good answer.”

With a yank of both hands and letting go, she said, “Take those off, and pick up your clothes and go put them away.”

Releasing him, she turned back to the sink and he reached for his shorts and shirt and started to leave.

Holding up her right index finger, “I changed my mind,” she said, as her glass filled.

He froze.

She tipped her glass to her lips and as she took a long drink she pointed to the floor behind her, making an upside down ‘V’.

He instinctively obeyed, dropping the clothes and kneeling behind her, legs apart, arms clasped together behind his back. Staring at her ass and legs and the wet spot on her muscle shirt, he could feel her power, and that made his dick even harder; he could feel it in the air, bouncing up and down with each heart beat.

Nonchalantly, she backed into his face as she finished her water.  Then she leaned over further than she needed to put her glass in the sink, pushing her crack into his face.

She turned facing him.

“Now, then …” she said, leaning against the counter and crossing her arms and legs.

There was a long silence.

She stepped towards him planting her feet on the outsides of his knees, her body almost on top of his.

Gently she said, “You’re looking down.  Just like you’re supposed to. You really try, don’t you?”

Running her fingers through his hair she continued, “You really are a wonderful man…so loving, so obedient…so handsome.”

And then, wrapping his hair in her fingers tightly, she snatched his head back.  Drawing herself up, standing fully erect, she stared down into his eyes and said, “And you … Who do you belong to? ”

“I belong to you, Mistress.”

“You … are … my … property.  You belong to me!”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She relaxed her fingers a little and pulled him forward, rubbing his face into her crotch.  “I think a little demonstration is in order.”

She arched her back a little, pushing her his face lower into her pussy.  “You want that, don’t you?  Want to lick that?”

“Yes.”

“You want to suck that, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You think you might get to cum today, maybe?  I don’t think so, but we’ll see.  But today you definitely get to make me come, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll get to demonstrate how good you are at satisfying me later.  And it’d better be good or I’ll have to whip you.”

She released his head and leaned back against the sink.  “But then, I might have to whip you anyway.  Right now, go put your clothes away and then come back in here.  I want you to undress me for my bath.”

There was a pause.

“GO! Now!  And make it snappy.”

He started out of the kitchen.  “GO! Jeezus!” she shouted.

He jumped and was almost running, his dick wagging back and forth and up and down.  He loved that feeling, being erect and aching, being controlled, knowing she loved him, and how he loved her.  Racing into the bedroom, he tossed his underwear and t-shirt into the clothes hamper.

She loved making him kneel and wait, and it was a turn-on for her, watching him walk naked around the house with that big cock bouncing up and down.  She smiled.  He was definitely going back into his chastity device this afternoon.

Was it possible to put into words how wonderful it felt to experience the power and control of this beautiful woman?

He quickly folded his shorts and slid them into a drawer.

He was almost giddy as he raced around and there were wet, slippery spots of pre-cum on both thighs.

In the kitchen he found her sitting at the table, her right leg draped on the table, her left leg spread out.  Her shirt was pulled up with her left hand cupping under her right boob.  Her right hand was deep in her shorts, playing with herself, her middle finger gliding in and out of her pussy.

She didn’t move when he came in but just looked him in the eye, blinking very slowly. He wanted so badly to do something – ANYTHING!  Just to bury his face between her legs, or fuck her or …SOMETHING.  His dick felt like it was going to explode any second.

She knew.  She knew exactly!

In one sudden movement, she pulled her leg off the table and stood up, stepping in front of him.

She grabbed a handful of air at the back of his head. “Open up,” she said, and slipped her finger deep into his mouth, sliding it in and out slowly and then pushing two fingers deep into his mouth and holding it.

Her fingers came out of his mouth and she wiped them on his chest. And then stood still, holding her arms out slightly, palms up, legs apart.

That was his signal.  And this was his pleasure. It wasn’t eating her, or making love to her, but part – getting to be the one man who undressed her and belonged to her – was its own reward.

He pulled her shirt up and over her head, revealing her sports bra. He dropped it to the floor and, slipping his hand under the sides of her bra, he stretched it a little and worked it over her beautiful breasts and then off over her head, tossing it with her shirt.

And then he leaned in and kissed her sweetly and lightly on the lips.

She knew he adored her.  And she knew he was powerless, and that was just the way it should be.

He ran his hands down her arms, then up again to under her arms and down her body, tracing the curves, feeling every inch of her.  And he followed his hands down with his body, kneeling in front of her.

For just a moment, he brought his toes up, and then leaned his body back on his ankles all the way.  “Here I am,” he said, “…stark naked, powerless, kneeling before my queen.”

“Just as it should be.”

He slid forward a little, placing her left leg between his legs and untying her shoe, pulling it off and then slipping off the sock.  He went slow.  This was too tasty to rush.

He shifted slowly and did the same on her right leg, running his hands all the way down her legs to her foot.

Both feet bare, he leaned back on his haunches and looked up into her beautiful eyes, and she into his.

Coming up, he traced his hands up her hips and pulled at the elastic in her running shorts.  Making sure not to get her panties, he slid the shorts slowly down her ass, across her thighs, savoring the skin and the curves, letting them fall at her feet. As she lifted first one foot, then the other, he slowly and methodically finished pulling them off.

Then, keeping his eyes down, he leaned back on his ankles and folded the shorts, laying them aside.

And he stayed there for a second, taking it all in, letting his eyes feast on her … her feet, her knees, her thighs. He was hopelessly lost in the beauty, the love, the joy, the power, the control, the submission, the energy.  He could smell her.  He leaned forward and firmly placed his hands around the back of her legs just above her knees and kissed her lightly on her right thigh, and then on her left, his hands coursing up the back of her legs, stopping where her beautiful butt made its mark.  His hands firmly placed just beneath each cheek, he leaned forward, reverently and lightly kissed her pussy through her underwear.

He raised his lips to brush the top of her panties, then up to brush a kiss of her belly button, and then looked up across the beautiful peaks of her breasts into her eyes. She was being worshiped and adored and she liked it.  And that’s the way it should be.

Sliding his hands up and to the side, his fingers easily slid under the band of her panties and he started slowly pulling them down and as they came free the ambrosia of her pussy swept over him.  His dick was throbbing, again, up and down like it was on a trampoline.

She is his queen, and she is his lover and his Mistress, and his best friend.

And he knew she is  powerful enough that she would have her pleasure on her terms – as she would allow HIS pleasure, in due time and also on her terms.

He let the panties fall to the kitchen floor and, one by one, he slid them from her feet.  He sat back on his haunches, taking it all in, his heart pounding, his dick pounding with it.

She stepped forward so her crotch was touching his face. He nuzzled her and inhaled deeply.  She also took a deep breath and then raised her arms over her head, arching her back for a long, deep full-body stretch.  His tongue lapped at her moistness, but she had taught him and trained him, and he knew this was not that moment.

As she relaxed her stretch, her right hand slid behind his head, pushing his face deeper into her, grinding herself into him. It was pure power.

Then releasing her hold, she picked up her panties in her left hand and rubbed them slowly and deeply across her pussy.

Leaning down to him so their faces were close together and with her eyes riveted to his, her right hand coaxed his mouth open saying, “Open up.”  She stuffed her panties into his mouth, pushing to make sure they were nice and deep.

“Go run my bath.  Kneel there and wait for me.  And I mean kneel upright.”

He started to rise but she gently put her the flat part of her index finger on the middle of his forehead, pointing down the hall with the other hand.

“Crawl,” she said.

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