Dominating my husband. Chapter 3.
By Karen Young	Karen12613@aol.com
Now that I’ve clearly demonstrated my superiority over my husband, I set out to begin converting him to a
complete submissive.

This is the story of how I came to dominate my husband. It, for the most 
part, describes real events in our lives. 


A few days later, Mike had to go out of town on business, neatly 
avoiding an obvious rift that had formed between us. It left me time to 
consider what was becoming of us. I had soundly beaten him twice, 
physically, and I suspect, mentally. The first time required a doctor’s 
visit. The second merely left him bruised and battered. Though not 
seriously or permanently, I suspect the nature in which I inflicted it; 
callously and with no concern accept for my own perverted desire, will 
leave an emotional scare he will have difficulty overcoming. 

What had become of me? Why was I so turned on by this physical 
punishment and domination of my husband. I honestly never had feelings 
or cravings like this my entire life. Yet, holding him down, feeling his 
struggles beneath me, was like nothing I ever imagined. It made me 
hungry for more. Made me indifferent to his suffering. Made me do 
nothing but consider what I can do to him next. When I rationalized it, 
I knew that I was wrong. Taking advantage of someone because you are 
stronger than they are is wrong. 

I decided I needed to talk to Lisa again. Not just a chat, but in a 
doctor/patient relationship, so I could explore my feelings, and 
motivations. 

“You’re being awfully hard on yourself,” she said during our session. “I 
don’t think you’re seeing the whole picture.” 

“What do you mean? I am hurting him. The last time, I left him naked and 
crying. These are not the normal actions of a normal wife, or husband. 
If a man treated a woman that way, he’d be arrested.” 

“That’s exactly correct. Look, technically, he could’ve called the 
police and pressed assault charges. He could’ve packed his bags and 
left, or more likely, insisted that you leave. He could get an order of 
protection, have you prohibited from getting within 100 yards of him. 
All of these acts would be perfectly legal, even expected. Yet, he has 
chosen to do none of this. Instead, he just mopes around and tries his 
best to ignore you. Why do you suppose that is?” 

“I have no idea.” 

“Well I do.” Lisa smiled in a knowing way. “I’m thinking that there is a 
part of him that likes it. A big part. Maybe he doesn’t like getting 
beat, doesn’t like the humiliation, doesn’t like the sexual domination, 
but some part of his brain has locked in and is actually turned on by 
all three. Deep down in his subconscious, he craves the domination. Just 
like you crave dominating him. Now the difficult part is that you’ve 
freely admitted and acted upon your craving. You’ve completely accepted 
your superiority over him. He has yet to accept his inferiority to you. 
He hasn’t accepted that you can do these things to him whether he wants 
them or not. That its become about fulfilling your desires, not his. He 
hasn’t accepted any of this, at least not consciously. His mind is in 
turmoil, on the one hand, humiliated and beaten, on the other, 
titillated beyond his comprehension. His reaction appears to be 
indifference, but in reality, its just indecisiveness.” 

“Wow, that’s pretty deep.” 

“Look, you may not believe this, but there are lots and lots of couples 
who have relationships like this. Most of them are completely 
consensual, with the man freely accepting his wife or partner’s 
superiority. Acceptance is the key. Once you get Mike to accept his new 
role, he’ll start to let his subconscious come out and actually enjoy 
it. Well, maybe he’ll enjoy some of it.” We both laughed a little. 

“How do I do that?” 

“I know this sounds crazy, and I would never advise a patient of mine to 
take this course of action without knowing them intimately. Because I 
know you and Mike so well, and know what you are capable of, I will tell 
you that you have to break him. You have to bring him to that place he 
doesn’t want to be, because you want him there. You have to make him do 
something he never for a minute would do freely. It will force his brain 
to accept the knew order of your lives. Now this may have to be 
something he finds extremely offensive. It may even have to be something 
you find offensive. But its something you have to make him do. I suspect 
that once he gets there, he’ll at least accept that you plan on 
dominating him for your pleasure, and maybe, just maybe, he might start 
to enjoy it.” 

We talked some more, but that was the general idea. I found it very 
exciting, exploring these ideas with another woman, who was actually 
envious of my situation. Mike was due home Saturday night. I called him 
Friday, all nice and sweet. I explained that I just wanted to talk about 
what happened. I never meant to hurt him, that I thought it would add 
some spice to our lives. I promised a warm romantic greeting when he 
returned Saturday. 

This next part is a little perverted, I think (as if the rest of my life 
wasn’t, but this gets nasty). I should tell you that Mike has always 
been pleasant, if not always imaginative in bed. One thing he has never 
been comfortable with, however, is oral sex. We dabbled in it a couple 
of times and I was left completely unsatisfied, and he enjoyed it even 
less. Again, it was something I just accepted. I decided that it was 
going to change Saturday night. 

First, though, I wanted to prepare. I spent all afternoon Saturday 
exercising. I did my gym routine like a wild women, building up sweat 
during two 45 minute high impact aerobics classes. I then hit the weight 
machine with everything I had. Repetition after repetition of muscle 
straining lifts. First the bench, then the military press, then my legs, 
then my calves. I was so pumped up, I started getting lots of leering 
stares from the men in the room, and more than a few women as well. I 
had become quite proud of my body. Where I used to workout in sweats and 
a T-shirt, I’d taken to wearing a tight midriff baring spandex leotard. 
I loved the way my thighs bulged when I hit the leg press. My calves, 
tanned and hard, bulged near the top as I worked them vigorously. My 
upper body had become extremely hard, with muscled shoulders and biceps 
straining on the military press. Though I now considered myself 
muscular, I still maintained feminine curves along with generous breasts 
that only firmed up and filled out with my improved toned physique. 

After an hour on the weights, I skipped a shower and decided to run the 
five miles to my house. I kept up a brisk pace, and then just flat out 
sprinted the last mile, under six and a half minutes. I arrived at our 
driveway just in time to see Mike unloading his suitcase from the car. I 
greeted him warmly, jumping into his arms when we went inside. I clasped 
my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck, forcing him to 
carry me. “Take me to bed,” I extolled. 

Of course, I was covered in sweat and left wet stains all over his 
shirt. As soon as we entered the bedroom, I started taking off his 
clothes. “Boy, you are glad to see me.” I quickly unbuttoned his shirt 
and went for his trousers. He put his hands on my shoulders and I could 
instantly tell his surprise. I felt him feel my muscles with his hands. 
“I really can’t believe the change that’s come over you.” 

“Oh Mike, that’s not all you wont believe. Lets go.” I was out of my 
leotard top in an instant. I kicked off my shorts and pulled down my 
briefs. He was fumbling with his pants, trying to undress as quickly as 
I did. When he finished, I let him gently guide me onto my back, all the 
while kissing me. This was the very conventional way we’ve always made 
love. I could see his mind working, ‘finally, back to the way its 
supposed to be.’ He began laying on top of me when I slowly opened my 
legs. We where both instantly assaulted with my pungent sweaty order 
emanating from my snatch. I embraced his torso in my thighs and clasped 
my ankles behind him, and I started to squeeze him. The change on his 
face was instant. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I’m teaching you a lesson. I know that this is difficult, but its 
something we have to do, if we are to go on.” I increased the pressure 
and lowered him to my side. He started twisting and prying with his 
hands, but of course, he was no batch for my powerful female thighs. 

“That’s enough Karen. I know how strong you are, OK. I just wanted to 
make love to my wife.” 

“Don’t worry dear, you will.” Like the previous two times, I was 
instantly turned on, and felt my pussy come alive with sensations. He 
started to punch me in the chest and shoulders. I thought he was going 
to hit me on the face and that just wouldn’t do. I grabbed his one arm 
and was able to twist it behind him. This really got me excited because 
it showed how much my arm strength had improved. I wouldn’t have been 
able to do that the first night we wrestled. I rolled him on his side, 
pinning his other arm underneath him. “Now Mike, I can squeeze a lot 
harder if you don’t comply, so I suggest that you listen. I am going to 
make love to you with me on top for a change, than you are going to 
service me orally.” 

“Karen, I am never making love to you again. Let me go at once.” I just 
poured on some power from my muscular thighs and he stop talking. 
Actually, he practically stopped breathing. He stopped all attempts at 
escape. I kept up the pressure for several minutes, releasing every so 
often to let him catch his breath. His face was again beat red. 
Meanwhile, I had worked up even more of a sweat. I stared down at my 
taught body, admiring the sheen of perspiration that covered my tanned 
skin. I rolled him on his back and before he knew what happened, I was 
impaling myself on his swollen cock. “Karen, I don’t want to do this”, 
he grunted as I started pumping his member in my tight pussy. 

“Mike, it doesn’t matter what you want. I’m doing it this way, so deal 
with it.” I still held his arm behind him, so our faces were only inches 
apart as I slid up and down his member. He was clearly enjoying it, yet 
was in a lot of pain from the arm lock I had him in. His other hand 
grasped feebly at my tight thigh. I hadn’t had him in me in well over a 
month now, so this did feel incredible for me as well. I guess all of 
the stomach crunches I’d been doing even had an effect inside. My hole 
gripped his throbbing cock tight, such that I felt each and every 
sensation as I moved on him. I did not want to cum yet, however. I 
wanted to ride him until he came. I had other plans. So he just stared 
at me, allowing me to look right into his eyes. It was only a few short 
thrusts of my hips when he climaxed. His eyes glassed over as he 
exploded inside me, filling my pussy with his hot white juice. Though I 
controlled all of his movement, I could feel his hips buck as he tried 
to extend his ejaculations. After a few moments, it subsided. I slowly 
pulled off of him and moved my crotch up toward his face. I lifted and 
moved my feet just above his shoulders and then pulled up on both of his 
arms, sliding my feet and ankles underneath his shoulder blades. I then 
began lowering my dripping pussy to his mouth. 

“Karen, please,” was all he got out before I clamped down, pinning his 
head between my thighs, my strong muscular calves pinned against his 
back assuring sound positioning. I heard only muffled cries now, as I 
started to gyrate my pussy into his face. It was absolutely sopping wet 
with hours of ripe sweat and perspiration, mixed in with gobs of his 
cum. I could feel it all dripping down my cavity, then to my lips, then 
to the outside, onto his face, and down my legs. 

His arms where pinned under my bent legs. I just sat astride his face, 
filling his world with our juices and my putrid order. I smelled it so 
strong, I couldn’t imagine how it was for him. I continued grinding down 
on him. “I expect to feel your tongue inside me Michael. And I expect 
you to lick up every ounce of fluid. Get going.” I had two free hands, 
which I used to begin messaging my nipples. Poor things where getting 
neglected up to this point. They felt great as I needed them, slowly 
bringing myself to complete ecstasy. “You will not get up until you 
comply Michael.” I rode him a few more minutes, ignoring his muffled 
cries until I finally felt his tongue enter my cavity. It was all I 
could take before I exploded in orgasm. I felt my juice run freely down 
my cavity, to rest on his face. He was clearly having difficulty now as 
I ordered him to lap up all the fluid. I heard him gag several time. I 
continued playing with my nipples. I was in such a dominant position 
that I could have kept this up all night. I stayed that way for two more 
orgasms. All the while, Mike labored under the sweat and order of my 
snatch. 

It was time to finish him off. Up until that moment, I wasn’t sure if I 
could continue on with my plan. But he had put up only minimal 
resistance, which I could more than handle. I thought back to what Lisa 
said. I had to take him to that place he never thought he’d go. I pulled 
myself off of him and almost laughed out loud. His face was covered from 
chin to eyebrows with sticky juices. I took hold of the headboard and 
pulled myself forward. I quickly turned around as he struggled to 
recover. I then landed my buttocks firmly on his chest, with my back to 
his head. He protested, started kicking his legs. I easily grabbed each 
of them and pulled them down, holding them at my sides. He twisted and 
squirmed, but he wasn’t getting out of this hold anymore than he got out 
of my others. I backed my gamy ass toward his mouth. “Oh God, Karen! 
No!” Then I lowered myself again, this time placing his mouth directly 
beneath my ass hole. I held his legs tightly, keeping him in a nice 
tight fold while I ground my ass on his face. Now, the muffled noise 
where screams as I ordered him to lick inside my ass hole. He fought me 
with all the strength he could ever hope to muster. It was no use. My 
powerful female body was just too much for him. 

“Lick me slave. Insert that tongue of yours as deep as you can.” He 
stopped squirming, apparently realizing the fruitlessness of his 
actions, finally. I’ll remember the next moment as long as I live. Its 
like a picture painted in my brain. We both sat very still, my sweaty 
order now filling the room. You could only hear us breathing. I heard 
birds outside, kids playing in the yard behind ours. It was almost an 
out of body experience. We stayed absolutely still, me, pinning his legs 
to my side, him, underneath me, his arms limply at his side. After what 
seemed like an hour (it was only a minute or so), I felt his wet tongue 
pry at my hole. It was like a shock. I couldn’t believe that I made him 
do this. Keeping his ankles pinned under my arms, I reached with my 
hands and grabbed my firm butt cheeks and spread them, lowering my hole 
further to his gaping mouth. I let my cheeks close again, enveloping his 
face as he slowly slid his tongue inside my ass. I was on fire. My body 
rocked with orgasm, so fierce, I wanted to jump to the ceiling. But I 
didn’t. I forced myself to stay firmly planted as I felt his tongue dart 
in and out of my hole. “Deeper slut,” I ordered. “Lick the sides. I want 
to feel you suck.” I pushed down further and actually felt his lips 
pucker the frame of my hole. His tongue, caressing and stroking the 
walls of my ass hole. It was wonderful. I was in complete and total 
ecstasy. I had made my husband lick and suck my asshole. I forced him 
against his will, because I wanted it. He was licking in earnest now, 
licking and sucking my cheesy ass. I kept him at it until I came again. 
This final orgasm lasted several minutes, before I released him and got 
off. 

We lay there, side by side, in and out of sleep for the next couple of 
hours. Neither of us speaking. We both know what happened. I had 
humiliated him. I had made him do the most degrading thing one human 
being can do to another. He resisted, but was no match for my girl 
power. I still loved and respected him as a human being, but not in the 
same way I did pervious to that night. Now I know that he’ll do anything 
for me, go anyplace for me. All for a cheap thrill. In my eyes, he’d 
become a true sex slut and slave. 

We both got up together. Like the last time. I gathered his clothes and 
put them in the hamper. I helped him off of the bed and escorted his 
naked body to his office. “Sleep tight dear.” I closed the door behind 
him. I went and locked myself in my room. I lowered the air conditioning 
thermostat which would control his office as well. His suffering would 
continue through the night as he shivered without clothes or blankets. I 
started up the hot tub and took a wonderful hot bath.