Are you ready to lick now?

Peter has been reticent, of course he has. What decent self respecting man comes gratefully, regularly to the sticky semen mess left in his wife's wet pussy by a dominant man? But Dominic insists that Peter does come to pussy and that he lick nicely. He insists that my husband put me up on a pedestal that way, worshiping cunt in a way that demonstrates his utter submission to the new order. I want that as well. At first it disgusted me that Peter might do something quite so humiliating. But then there is a vestige of affection for him, perhaps even love, provided that he defers to Dominic and accepts that my lover does the fucking now. I smell of Dominic again, or, more accurately I smell of what he has squirted inside my body with his handsome cock. My lover has a theory. if I refuse to shower when i get home, if I insist of rermaining scented by our sex, then eventually my husband Peter will capitulate and come meekly with his mouth to my cunt. Peter will kneel like a supplicant before me, witness the rather brutal way in which my sex has been exercised, inhale deeply and then look up into my eyes, begging to taste what Dominic has deposited down there. Dom says that the process is inevitable. We have already broken Peter's first line of defence. I freely date with my lover and Peter knows that if he went up against him he would get a thorough hiding. That matter is settled. Settled too is the little but important matter that Peter is no longer allowed to fuck me. Dominic made that very clerar, prodding my husband's shoulder with a gently closede fist, warning him that he must treat me like a lady, that he must keep his 'wierd wee winky' of a cock out of my bed and make sure that all my wardrobe rerquirements are met. So we are now in ther second phase of Peter's capitulation. He will learn to lick me out, to worship what Dominic does to me and then he will be ready to suck cock for Dom too. Once all such slightly indelicate matters have been dealt with, once Peter is completely diminished and I have become accustomed to living as a bitch, then we move to the final where Dominic moves in and owns us both. It will be a time of complete role slip, Peter descending into servitude, I slipping away from all the nice woman social mores that filled my upbringing. 

Last night I came home late from a evening at the club with Dominic and surprisingly Peter was still up. Dominic had fucked me in the back of his large BMW 7 series saloon and i must admit that my pussy was wet and dripping. That night i wore a pleated mini Black Watch tartan skirt, the sort that is easy for Dominic to push up when he wants to fuck me casually. i had got pretty horny, dancing and teasing with his black brothers at the club and so the sex with Dom, in the car, had been pretty hard. When I came into the house then, I was still aroused.My head was still spinning with the pounding that i had just taken, the reperated bolting surge's a semen that i fwlt him buck into me. Peter had been reading a newspaper at the kitchen table when I arrived but he stood politely when I appeared and he asked whether i would like a brandy night cap. It was different. Not only had Peter not scurried to bed before I arrived home, but his face was drained white and he addressed me as 'Miss.' Dom had told him that he was never to call me Carol, or darling, I am Miss or mistress. Etiquette is important. For a moment i couldn't believe what i had just heard. It had been three months of resistance, three months of denial when Peter had pretended that nothing had changed. The thrill surged through me like an electric shock. 

'Would you care for a brandy nightcap mistress?' i corrected.

As I say, I was terribly aroused right then. Dominic had been brutal with me causing my body to shudder beneath him. I always feel horny after i have been with him. Then Peter had said it, something that suggested the crack was opening. Mistress seemed m ore dominating and i wanted to dominate him. If he wasn't a husband anymore, you know, a proper husband, then he had manifestly to be something much less. I fixed him with a look beneasth my auburn fringe. I fixed him with the sort of disdainful look that my friends and i at the private girls boarding school used to reserve for the common white boys at the local state school. Black dudes from that same school got a different look, but thw white trash males, well, they were beneath contempt. 

Peter repeated the question, quietly and exactly as required. 

I smiled and he blushed. There was a tinge of red that started around his ears and which quickly flushed his cheeks. I told Peter that he could serve my drink to me in the conservatory. I thrilled as i spoke. Yes, the conservatory! It was lit like a globe at night and there would be a good chance that neighbours might witness his submission if Peter came to pussy as required. To say that I felt brazen then was an understatement! I felt wickedly gleeful and stepped through to the well lit space, easing down my wet G string and dropping it onto the sofa beside me. Then i seated myself, open legged and allowed my sweet creamy love mix to stain the fabric of the the sofa. I felt it oozing out and even touched myself with red lacquer manicured fingers. i had no shame, no doubt whatsover. 

When Peter appeared in the doorway, the brandy glass on a little silver tray that his mother had given us at Christmas, he was visibly trembling. He looked like roadkill about to happen, wide eyed and transfixed with the sight of what was before him. I touched my sex and again and licked my finger. It was terribly vamp and rather cruel. It was so terribly destined, so irreversible and inevitable. My Cartier watch slipped down my wrist, something that i had made Peter buy me after he accepted that it was pointless to forbid my dating. What had it cost? May be four of five thousand pounds, capitulation hit a man in many places. 

'Are you ready to lick nicely Peter? Do you want to taste the creamies that Dominic left inside me?' I asked rather luxuriously. 

Peter shuddered this time and, momentarily, he tore has gaze from my sex. It was terribly shaming, of course it was, i understood that completely. 

Peter's breath ccaught in his throat. His mouth must have been dry. I gestured impatiently and took the brandy from the tray. i savoured the licquor as it slipped down my throat. 

'Eventually...Dominic will put you out of this house completely. You'll become another diown and out with a terribly sad tale to tell if someone would but listen' i observed tersely, 'if you need to lick, if you need to stay on, then I will let you. You just hsve to beg for it'.

Peter sat down on the other sofa opposite me. Across the orchard there were bedroom lights on. We might be observed. I shook my head at Peter and gestured with my eyes to the floor. He was to kneel before me. My husband seemed to tense again, screwing himself tighter, his shloulders hunched in. He hated this. He really didn't want to kneel before me...but he would. Dom. had predicted that he would. i had only to inflict the humilitation, to insult without a qualm. That was what it took to break a husband. 

'You refuse to talk, but you know that you've lost Peter. I want Dominic. i am Dominic's now and you know his terms. I become your mistress, he becomes yoiur master. But you can fuck off if you prefer.' My speech went into him like a vetrinarian's last needle. He visibly winced. 

No verbal response though. He clung onto the sofa edge like a fledgling. He looked terrified. I drank a little more brandy, checked my watch and moved to retire to bed. 

Peter dropped onto his knees and looked up at me as i stood before him. He was trembling all over. 

'Other men live this way Peter. Other wives become bitches. It happenas after.....' i paused. Peter knew when it happened. it happened when you found a better man, a physically dominant man that wanted to rule a household. I tousled his hair. 

'Sniff....see if that helps' i suggested and raised the hem of my tiny skirt. My bare sex, with the thick white globules of semen matted in my curling public hair was inches from his nose now.  He might have turned his head, but i caught a hank of his hair in my grip. i needed for him to at least smell what capitulation was like. For a moment he stared. He was holding his breath but couldn't sustain that. 

He inhaled and the scent of alpha sex flooded his nostrils.  I saw them flare, saw the red in his cheeks deepen. 

'Again, breath again Peter, it gets easier darling' I whispered. 

I felt that i should be kind. I should help him claw his way over the hurdle of shame. 

'As long as you worship my cunt, I suspect Dominic will be gentle with you' i suggested soothingly, 'all yoiu have to do is treat me as your mistress and then things will settle down. It's been so stressful hasn't it darling?' 

Peter nodded. 

'Kiss my cunt' I said firmly. 

Peter resisted a second, but it was only that. Then I felt his neck relax and I could gently draw his lips to my own faithless ones. He kissed my sex daintily. He kissed it like he kissed his fucking auntie with pursed lips for God's sake. I was so eager, so angry and so frustrated that he had not broken until now. 

'Open your fucking mouth, kiss it properly!' I snapped. 

Peter snogged my sex. 

He snoggerd my sex and I let out the most amazing sigh. It was blissful! It was utterly, utterly, blissful!

'That's better darling....that's a good boy....lick it all up' I urged. 

His tongue moved. it darted and then ran upwards. When it brushed against my swollen clitty my mind tingled. I flexed instinctively and that pressed my sed harde against his mouth. My hand gripped his mop of hair tighter still and i pushed his face up and down against my beaking sex. It was a sudden, a sharp and an instinctive move, grinding my sex against his face as though I had waited a thousand years for this! 

Peter gasped. He was struggling to breath and his mouth have been awash with the bitter alkaline taste of better man semen. There, swallow it down I thought. 

'Swallow it all down...you fucking loser!' I gasped rubbing harder still. 

I giggled, it was delicious! I used his face like a rag against the most intimate part of my body. Now, oh now he communed with his better, lapping the residues from our passionate coupling. I felt unbound, unfettered by any prim nice ladies don't convention. 

'Does it taste nice darling, his manly cum?' i demanded pulling his face back and inspecting his slimy chops. 

He looked as though he wanted to cry. He looked throuighly beaten and shamed. He looked so much less. I slapped his face for him. 

'Well?!' I demanded, requiring his honest and humble answer. 

'There's....there's so much...' he stammered, his face obviously smarting from the sharp blow. 

'Yes, he fucks properly Peter. he fucks as a man does...you know?' i taunted. 

He nodded. 

Suddenly I needed to draw breath. He needed to draw breath for we had crossed the rubicon. 

'You'll get used to it. You'll learn to lick nicely. Daintily when you arouse me for him, lavishly when you clean up his mess' i told him curtly. I drew another breath. My body was on edge, all over and tope to bottom. i felt my buttocks clench rhythmically as I nuzzled my sex aback at his mouth. 'You must learn to say thank you master, when i let you feed this way' I insisted. 

He didn't answer. 

I didn't slap. He was licking so nicely now. Perhaps the scent intoxicated him at last? Perhaps it had clawed inside his head and now there really was no escape? 

'You'll come to need it Peter....and I will let you too. All you have to do is obey Dominic and worship me' I whispered. 

I felt Peter's tongue slip lower. He was catching drips. 

'Lie on the floor' i told him, 'I want to sit on your face. I want it draining into your mouth like you are a just bidet'. 

That was cruel. i know that it was! But i watched him settle on the floor face and up and then i settled on his face. As i did so, i took out my phone from my handbag and rang Dominic. 

'Guess what I'm doing!' I said when i heard his deep baritone voice on tjhe other end.