Re: Learning to humiliate

Here is a case of role humiliation-one that shows how a hotwife can develop confidence. ‘Sarah’ and I had been fucking regularly for two months and it was getting to that stage where role change was underway. I wanted her bare back and for the sex to be exclusive. This is an upgrading of the relationship, one associated with clear and continuing commitment. This isn’t a rushed thing and it is very carefully considered. I didn’t push the lady but I did say, when she was ready, and only then, I wanted her cuck’s cock debarred from her pussy. It was time for him to learn that his sex organ was his mouth. Things were promising too, as Sarah was regularly having him lap her sex after she came home from our dates. I asked whether he got off on licking her out and she confirmed that he did. He had his dick locked up, but it strained at cage when she queened him, straddling his mouth.

Sarah and I took some health checks ready for bare back sex and I said that ‘Adrian’ had to mark the transition in some way. So the three of us went out and Adrian bought his wife a new bracelet, one that had a name plate on it. It was inscribed ‘alpha only’. The guy who did the inscribing grinned broadly, quickly reading the situation. Sarah said calmly to him, ‘Adrian isn’t man enough to fuck me’. The way Adrian blushed was a picture, but he stuck it out and bowed his head in submission. I then kissed Sarah in front of both of him and Adrian paid for the bracelet inscription. We retired to the house and i fucked Sarah bareback, making a feast of it. Adrian sat on his hands in the corner and then Sarah went over to him, her sex dripping and he licked it clean.

Now voyeur tale apart, the episode at the engravers makes a point. Sometimes there is rubicon to cross. It would be months later that she told some close friends that I was the man of their house, but she practised for that with the stranger first off. She would never see the guy again, so it was easier to put her husband down there. Adrian took the metaphorical slap around the face and bowed his head. He could have lost it, he could have cut up rough, but Sarah had been training him to tongue. He wasn’t losing contact, he was simply demoted from the big boy’s league in which she played. Later, when he tongued her out I reinforced the transition, the humiliation. ‘Look my friend, you do that nice, she’s loving it. But you’re not good enough to fuck her are you’. Adrian nodded. ‘You loved her put down back there at the engraver’s didn’t you man?’ Adrian reluctantly agreed that he did. It was terribly shameful to admit that, but Sarah stroked his mane as he lapped. ‘It’s important darling…you have to know your place.’

Afterwards, when Adrian had been sent to spend the night in the guest room, Sarah and I talked. It had felt exhilarating to put Adrian down at the engravers. It sort of sealed the oral sex only thing that they were building. I told her she handled it beautifully with complete conviction, and it was that which enabled Adrian to bow his head. ‘You’re becoming his mistress, he needs that’ I whispered. She giggled, ‘does that make you want me more?’ I said it did and we started kissing. What she had him do fuelled us, and what we did, would fuel Adrian-more and more as he explored the his submission. Adrian confronted his need and Sarah took up the reins on that.