Honeymoon's End
By Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
It was time to adjust to married life with my super strong wife Simone

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This story is a sequel to my two earlier stories, "Wedding Plans" and "Wedding
Night Jitters".

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    My honeymoon was over with my beautiful, ebony goddess, super strong
wife Simone. We spent two wonderful weeks at a private island resort in the
Caribbean. Our accommodations included a private stretch of beach so we made
love in the sand, we made love in our hotel suite and we made love in our
private hot tub. We did it lying down, we did it standing up and often we did
it with Simone using her incredible strength to hold me suspended in midair.

   When we weren't making love we were cuddling and billing and cooing and
telling each other how much we loved one another. Simone also spent more than
a fair amount of time performing incredible feats of super strength for me.
Sometimes all she had to do was talk about her amazing power. This served two
important purposes. One, it reminded me that Simone was the undisputed boss
of our marriage and ruler of my world. She reminded me often that she was my
master and that I'd better do as I was told if I knew what was good for me.

   The other thing her feats of strength did was to get me hot. Nothing
turned me on more than knowing that my wife-master had the power to make me
grovel at her feet.  Not even her incredible beauty, her huge breasts, her
amazing round, tight ass or her sexy big muscles turned me on as much as her
awesome super strength.

   Even though it had been a great honeymoon, I was anxious to start our
day-to-day married life together. For one thing I was excited to get back to
my bookstore. Ten year ago, right after I graduated college, I opened a new
and used bookstore. This had always been my dream. The last ten years has
not been kind to most independent bookstores, but I'm proud to say that I've
been able to make a living at it. The problem is that the big bookstore
chains have put most of the little stores like mine out of business. Then the
internet giants came along and gobbled up several of the big chains. Now with
tablets and other electronic devices, books themselves are becoming less
relevant.

   I've been able to stay in business by catering to a small but very loyal
following. I've worked hard to develop personal relationships with my regular
customers. I'm proud to say that to my most loyal customers my bookstore is
more than a mere retail establishment. It's a community of readers. My store
is almost like a clubhouse where they can drop in, and they know they'll
always feel welcome.

   It's been hard work building this kind of clientele. For example, I've
cleared room in the back of the store where special book clubs get together to
talk about the books they've read in specific genres. I've created a system
wherein customers can recommend unknown gems that they've discovered to other
customers. I do a monthly store newsletter to keep my patrons well informed
and connected to one another. As I said, it's been a lot of hard work. To be
honest, before meeting Simone, my bookstore was practically my whole life.

   Now that Simone is my wife and master I know that I won't be able to
spend as much time on the store. However, the store is doing well enough that
I now have three full-time and a few more part-time employees who can take up
some of the slack. Also, the book clubs and the monthly newsletter have
gotten to the point where they're up and running and are largely produced by
the customers. It may take a little adjustment, but I think I can balance
things in a way that will make everyone happy.

   The thing is, I would hate to disappoint my customers after they've
shown such loyalty to the store and me. I know that some of my customers are
reclusive, and that for them, my bookstore is the only hangout they have.

   Needless to say, disappointing Simone is not even an option.

   We got up very early on the day we flew home and landed at our home
airport by mid-morning. When we got off the plane, Simone had arranged for a
chauffeur to take us home in a limousine. On the drive home Simone informed
me that she already had all my clothes and personal belongings moved from my
apartment to her house "where we'll be living from now on." As always Simone
was a model of efficiency. To tell the truth, being told what was going on
after the fact took a little getting used to. On the other hand, I suppose
there's a normal period of adjustment in any marriage. The biggest adjustment
I had to make was that Simone was always going to have her way and that was
that. This didn't bother me most of the time because I worshipped Simone, and
I liked being subservient to her.

   One thing was still a mystery to me, and I'll admit that it troubled
me. I still didn't know the source of Simone's income. Our wedding and
honeymoon were both first class all the way, and I didn't even want to think
about how much it cost. Unfortunately, every time I brought up the subject of
finances with Simone, she told me we'd discuss it later. I hoped that the
time for that discussion was soon now that we were back in the real world.

   On the ride home Simone turned to me and asked, "How does it feel to be
heading to your new home so that we can start our new life together, Kitten?"

   "It feels great, Sweetie. I can't believe what a lucky man I am."

   She patted her lap which was a signal for me to lay my head down there
which I did. As she ran her fingers through my hair she said, "I'm the lucky
one, my precious, weak kitten."

   "I guess we're both lucky, my strong African lioness."

   Just then her phone rang. She glanced at it and said, "Hold that
thought, Baby, I've got to take this call. It's from my business manager."
She clicked on the phone and said, "Talk to me, Sid."

   "Yes, I'm back . . . . We're on our way home now . . . . Uh huh . . . .
I know the wedding and honeymoon were expensive." She looked down at me, my
head still in her lap, and smiled. "I had to show my baby a good time didn't
I?"

   "Don't worry, Sid . . . . They've been holding my personal mail while
I've been gone, but I should get it later this afternoon . . . . Yes, that
should cover any immediate cash flow problems . . . . Okay, Sid . . . . OKAY,
Sid, I'll talk to you later."

   I sat up. "Is everything okay?" I asked.

   "Who told you to get up?" Simone responded.

   "Honey, is everything okay? What was that about a cash flow problem?"

   "Get your head back in my lap," Simone ordered.

   "But, Honey -"

   "Do as you're told," she scolded. I put my head back in her lap. "What
have I told you?" she asked. "I don't want you to concern yourself with
money. Your job is to be my subservient little husband and to do as you're
told. Is that clear?"

   "Yes, Master," I responded.

   "Does Baby love his big strong wife?"

   "Yes, Master."

   "Say it."

   "Baby loves his big strong wife," I responded.

   "And Baby's big strong wife loves protecting and looking after alllll of
Baby's needs," she said.

   "Thank you, big strong wife," I said.

   "Do you love being my little wimp?" she taunted.

   "Yes, Master, I love being your little wimp. Only, Master?"

   "Yes, kitten."

   "Are you ever going to talk to me about the source of your wealth?"

   "Yes, Baby, we'll talk about it later." She said.

   "When?" I asked.

   "Which one of us is the master?" she asked.

   "You are," I said.

   "And why is that?"

   "Because you have awesome super strength," I answered.

   "How much stronger am I than you?" she asked.

   "You're so much stronger that than me that it's off the scale," I
answered.

   "Wouldn't you agree that I'm at least twenty times stronger than you?"
she asked.

   "At least," I said.

   "So when are we going to discuss finances?" she asked.

   "Whenever you decide the time is right," I concluded.

   "That's right," she confirmed. Then she reassured me, "I promise that
there's nothing to worry about. We have more than enough money to cover our
expenses. It's just that not all of our assets are liquid at the moment."

   I looked up at her beautiful face and said, "I love you, Master."

   "I love you too, Baby," she purred.

   "And I love being protected by you."

   She cradled my head in her lap and gently, lovingly caressed my face.
"You're so sweet I could just eat you up."

   "Promise?" I asked.

   "Promise," she responded. 

   A few minutes later we pulled into a driveway. I sat up and looked at
my new home. I wouldn't exactly call it a mansion, but it was very big.

   "Wow," I said.

   We got out of the car. Simone gave instructions to the driver to bring
in our luggage. When we got to the door, I waited for Simone to pick me up
and carry me across the threshold.

   As soon as we were inside, two beautiful young Asian women came up and
bowed to Simone. They appeared to be very excited to see her, and even though
I couldn't understand what they were saying they were obviously welcoming her
home.

   Simone turned to me and explained, "Baby, this is Minsuh and Yoonsuh.
They work for us. They do most of the cleaning and they serve as my personal
attendants."

   "Do they speak English?" I asked.

   "Not very much, but that's okay because I speak fluent Korean," Simone
explained. Then she turned to them and began to do so. When she finished
they both looked at me and giggled.

   "What was that about?" I asked.

   "I was just explaining to them that you were my husband and that from
now on when my bedroom door is closed they should knock before they come in,"
she said with a sexy smile.

   I hadn't really counted on having servants around. I wondered how this
would affect Simone's insistence that I call her "Master" when we were alone.

   As usual, Simone must have read my mind because she said, "Don't be
embarrassed about calling me 'Master' in front of Min and Yoon. They don't
understand what that means, and besides, they would never gossip about what
goes on in this house."

   "How can you be sure of that?" I asked.

   "Trust me," she said.

   "But, Simone . . . ."

   "Baby, if that's not good enough, I can just insist that you address me
as 'Master' at all times."

   "No, Master; I trust you, Master," I said.

   She gave the two beautiful servants some instructions in Korean. They
ran upstairs to take care of whatever it was, and Simone turned to me and
said, "Now, let me show you around your new home." The first thing I noticed
was how nice everything was. The living room was large and luxurious with a
very large, impressive fireplace. Looking at that fireplace made me anxious
for winter. I couldn't wait for the first cold night when we could light a
fire, and I could snuggle with Simone and feel her strong arms wrapped around
me.

   Down a little hall from the living room there was a closed door. Simone
explained to me, "That's my business office. This room is off limits to you
unless I invite you in for some reason. Do you understand?"

   "Yes, Master," I replied.

   Then she showed me another room off the living room. "This used to be a
rec room, but I had it converted into a library for you while we were on our
honeymoon."

   "For me?" I asked.

   "Yes, Sweetie, I want my baby to feel at home," she replied.

   "So I assume that this room is off limits to you," I joked.

   She gave me a look that told me that she was not amused. She took a
couple of steps towards me and whispered in my ear, "Baby, don't ever forget
that I own you."

   "Yes, Master."

   "'Yes, Master' what?" she asked.

   "Yes, Master, you own me," I confirmed. It may be hard for most people
to understand, but it actually gave me a thrill to say this. I loved being
dominated by someone as capable, confident and strong as my magnificent, sexy
wife.

   We went inside and the room was almost as big as my old apartment. It
was lined with shelves, and the shelves were filled with my books. In
addition to the books, the shelves contained all the bric-a-brac from my old
apartment. For example, there were various toys and action figure, Popeye and
Bugs Bunny figurines, movie memorabilia like my replica of the Maltese
Falcon. On the walls were my movie posters and fantasy prints. In the corner
was my old beat-up desk with my computer and printer.

   I was really touched to see all my stuff arranged so carefully in my new
home. I was especially touched because I knew that most wives would have used
this opportunity to throw most of this bachelor stuff away. Furthermore,
Simone didn't even have to worry about the possibility of starting an argument
by throwing my stuff out. She knows that all she would have to do to avoid an
argument would be to flex her muscles. Hell, she could intimidate me out of
making a fuss by raising an eyebrow.

   I turned to Simone and gave her a big kiss. "Thanks so much for having
all my stuff brought over," I said.

   "You're welcome, Baby," she said. Then she got so giddy she lifted me
and threw me about three feet in the air. She caught me and kissed me and
said, "I'm just so glad you're here, Baby."

   She showed me around the rest of the downstairs""the kitchen, the dining
room, the laundry/utility room and various closets. We didn't go down in the
basement, but she told me that she had the pool table from the old rec room
moved down there.

   We went into the large back yard which contained a pool and a tennis
court. I noticed that there was a burly fellow cleaning the pool.

   "Hi, Joe," Simone said to him. "Honey, this is Joe. He takes care of
the grounds and the pool. Joe, this is my husband."

   "Pleased to meet you," Joe said to me extending his hand to shake mine.
"You must be quite a man to have married Miss Simone."

   Simone slid up next to me, hugged my arm and said, "He is quite a man,
Joe. He's the sweetest, loveliest man who ever lived."

   It made me feel wonderful to have Simone brag about me like that. I
took Joe's hand with my free hand and shook it. "It's nice to meet you too,"
I said. Since my wife and Joe both concluded that I was 'quite a man' I
suffered in silence and didn't tell Simone that she was crushing my arm with
her overzealous hugging.

   "Do you play tennis?" I asked Simone.

   "Not very often," she said. "Last time I played was when I had Venus
and Serena over."

   "Let me guess," I said, "You beat both of them."

     "Of course," she said, "Me against both of them at the same time."

   Next Simone showed me the upstairs. There are four bedrooms and three
bathrooms. First she showed me the master bedroom. It contained the largest
bed I'd ever seen. Adjoining it was a private bathroom with a shower and a
sunken bathtub that looked like it could easily accommodate three or four.
"This will be my bedroom," she announced.

   "Won't we be sleeping in the same bedroom?" I asked.

   "Of course, Sweetie," she answered, "Most of the time. However, I want
us to have our own bedrooms on those rare nights when I feel like being
alone," she explained.

   "But,"

   "Baby, that's how I want it," she said. I knew that this meant that I
should let it go. Anything else I had to say might be seen by Simone as
challenging her authority.

   "You know what else I want?" she asked.

   "What?" I said, still a little hurt.

   "I want to make love my husband in my own bed," she said. The next
thing I knew I was flying through the air and landing on the big, soft bed.
Simone then pounced upon me like a jungle cat and ripped my clothes off. She
then proceeded to ravish me as only my sexy, super strong wife could.

   It was amazing, this blend of sensuality, power, raw animal lust,
intimidation, and, yes, vulnerability that Simone used to constantly rock my
world. She never failed to play me perfectly the way a master violinist plays
a Stradivarius. One thing was for certain: I was addicted to making love with
this woman. What's more, I knew that there was no twelve step program that
could ever set me free. Thank God!

   An hour later I was lying utterly exhausted in bed. There was a knock
at the door. Simone cheerfully tweeted, "Come in," and in came Minsuh and
Yoonsuh both dressed in string bikinis. I couldn't help but notice that they
both had very nice figures with impressively large breasts.

   "It's time for my bath," Simone announced. "Min and Yoon are going to
bathe me now followed by a full body massage," she explained. "It should take
about an hour and a half. Why don't you go to your room - it's the one next
to mine - and check it out. It also has an adjoining private bath. Look the
rooms over, and make sure they have everything you need. You'll find a pen
and some paper on the nightstand next to the bed. Make a list of anything
else you think you'll need to be comfortable, and I'll see make sure you get
it."

   "I'm sorry," I said, "I blacked out after you said Min and Yoon were
going to bathe you and give you a full body massage. You have to admit that
the thought of two beautiful Asian women in bikinis scrubbing your sexy body
clean is quite a mental image."

   She smiled and said, "Yes, well if you know what's good for you, you'll
put that image right out of your head."

   "Yes, Master," I said smiling.

   "We'll meet in the kitchen in an hour and a half for lunch," Simone
suggested in a way that wasn't really a suggestion.

   "Sounds like a plan," I agreed as if I had a choice.

   I went and checked out my new digs, and I must say, they were much
better than I was used to. I took a shower and dried off with the big fluffy
towel that I found hanging and put on the equally fluffy robe that I found
hanging next to it. I unpacked my clothes from our honeymoon and found the
rest of my clothes neatly folded in an enormous dresser or neatly hanging in
the walk-in closet.

   I changed into some khaki pants and a sports shirt with my bookstore
logo over the right breast. I thought I'd go down and see how things were
going at the bookstore after lunch.

   I still had some time to kill before meeting Simone for lunch so I
checked out the pool table in the basement and went out back to dip my toe in
the pool. I spent a few moments reflecting on how much my life had changed
since meeting Simone just a few short months ago.

   My contemplation was abruptly interrupted in the most pleasant way when
I suddenly found myself being spun around in midair. Of course it was Simone
lifting me up under my arms. She lowered my head to hers and gave me a soft
kiss. "How about some lunch?" she asked.

   "Fine with me, Hercules," I answered.

   "Baby, Hercules was a man; do I look anything like a man to you?" I had
to admit that she did not. "Besides, she added, do you really think ANY MAN
has ever been as strong as me?" Once again I was forced to concede.

   We went into the kitchen were Minsuh and Yoonsuh were preparing a light
lunch for us. Nothing fancy - just a salad and turkey sandwiches.

   "After lunch I thought I'd go down and see if the bookstore is still
standing," I told Simone. To me this was a casual statement, but I could see
by the look in her eye that Simone was thinking about it like she was deciding
whether or not to let me go. This disturbed me a little. I know that in our
wedding vows I promised to obey my wife, but I didn't think this would apply
to the bookstore.

   Simone finally said, "Okay. It's just as well anyway since I have to
attend to my business affairs all afternoon. I guess the honeymoon really is
over," she added, a twinge of sadness in her voice.

   "Just make sure you're home by 6:30," she instructed.

   "I'll try my best," I said.

   "Don't 'try', Baby. Be home by 6:30."

   "Yes, Master,"

   When I got to the bookstore, the employees and customers were all happy
to see me. From what I could tell, things had gone relatively smoothly while
I was gone. I was convinced more than ever that I had the greatest employees
and customers in the world.

   During the next week, Simone and I fell into what looked like was going
to be our home routine. So far, we'd slept together in her bed every night.
In the morning Minsuh and Yoonsuh would show up to give Simone her bath. I
would go to my room to get ready for the day.

   Simone and I would meet for breakfast and some morning sweet talk. I
would go to work at the bookstore. On most days, Simone would come by and
take me out to lunch. I would make sure to be home at whatever time Simone
told me to, and every night Simone would fuck my brains out.

   The one thing that made me anxious was that Simone seemed a little
jealous of the time I spent at the bookstore. It's funny how things that are
not an issue when two people are dating become an issue after they get
married. I was warned about this by some of my married friends. Maybe I
should have listened to them more. My big fear was that Simone would insist
that I sell the bookstore.

   Eight days after we got home from our honeymoon, Simone summoned me to
her office. I must say, it was an impressive space. There was a large
antique looking desk with a couple of very comfortable looking easy chairs in
front of it. There was also a large plush sofa. Three or four wooden filing
cabinets lined the walls and on the far wall, visible from the desk chair, was
a row of clocks set to the times of several cosmopolitan cities such as New
York, Los Angeles, London, Paris, Tokyo and Beijing.

   Simone was seated at an extremely sturdy looking conference table. She
gestured that I should sit down in the chair directly across from her.

   "It's time we had that talk about finances," she said. This was a side
of Simone that I hadn't seen before. She's usually so playful and cheerful.
Here in her office she was all business.

   She explained to me that she had three major sources of income. The
first was what she called "tributes" paid to her from other men.

   "What men?" I asked her.

   "They're mostly old boyfriends," she said stoically. She went on to
explain to me that she discovered very early on that even men that she had
only dated once or twice usually wished to maintain some kind of contact with
her after she stopped seeing them.

   "But why?" I asked.

   "You'd have to ask them," she responded.

   She explained that in her late teens she became involved with a
multimillionaire for a few weeks. After they stopped dating, he begged her to
allow him to send her monthly checks. Feeling sorry for him, she agreed.

   "Once other future former boyfriends found out about this, they also
asked for permission to send me monthly tributes." She went on to say that at
first she just put the money into a bank account, but that it quickly began to
grow into a substantial amount. Then she met her business manager, Sid, who
talked her into investing it.

     "I suppose he gets a cut then," I said.

   "No, he invests my money for me for free," she said, "As a tribute."
She explained to me that our yard man Joe also worked for free "as a
tribute". She assured me that all tributes were strictly voluntary.

   "So, what do these men get in return?" I asked suspiciously.

   "Only the knowledge that I am in the world," she said.

   "How much do they give you a month?" I asked.

   "It varies from person to person and from month to month. Typically
they give me about ten percent of their income." Then she added, "It's not
unlike people who make tithe offerings to their religions."

   "You mean these men worship you?"

   "Don't you worship me?" she asked.

   "Yes, but"""

     "These men choose to give ten percent to me rather than to their
religions. At least in my case, they KNOW I exist."

   I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Honey, I don't want to make you
angry, but do you think it's appropriate for a married woman to accept large
sums of money from other men?"

   Simone was somewhat taken aback by this question. My sense was that she
had been accepting such "tributes" for so long that she didn't think there was
anything strange about it.

   "How many tributes do you receive a month?" I asked.

   "Between three and four hundred."

   "You've dated that many men?" I asked.

   "Not all of them are from men I've dated," she clarified. "Some are
from men I've only met in passing. Some are even from men who've only
worshipped me from afar. Also, you have to remember that before I met you, I
often dated two and three men at a time."

   "So, how many of these men have seen you naked?" I asked.

   "I don't think I like to tone of that question," she said. "You didn't
think I was a virgin when we met did you?"

   "No, but I didn't know that you had former lovers sending you monthly
checks either."

   "Well, now you know."

   I really wanted to insist that she stop accepting this money, but I knew
that it would not do me any good to insist on anything. She was my master.

   Then she went on to describe her other two sources of income. It seems
that Sid had done a good job of overseeing her money since a second major
source of income for her was interest payments on various investments.
Meanwhile, she had been socking most of her tribute money away for years and
accumulated an enormous nest egg. She didn't say how big the nest egg was,
but she did indicate that it was large enough that she would never really have
to worry about money ever again.

   "Then why don't you stop accepting money from other men?" I asked,

   "Why should I? It makes them happy to send me money, so why shouldn't I
accept it?"

   "Because your loving husband asks you to?" I suggested.

   "Let me think about it," she said. I knew that this was the best I
could hope for so I didn't push it any further.

   Simone's third source of income was a website she started five years
earlier called powerfulsimone.com. She suggested that the best way to
describe it to me was just to let me see for myself. She opened a laptop that
was sitting on the table and already opened to the site. It featured photos
of Simone in mostly skimpy outfits performing feats of superhuman strength.

   She explained to me that subscribers paid fifty dollars a month to gain
access to the website. She went on to explain that it started out as strictly
pictures and a few videos but that before long, subscribers began to email her
and ask details about her personal life. Then subscribers began to email
fictional stories about her which she began to post.

   "Today the story section is one of the most popular features of my
website," she said proudly.

   I began to explore the images on the website. I came across a video of
Simone lifting an SUV over her head with one hand while blowing kisses to the
camera with the other. She was wearing an extremely revealing teddy. As if
this wasn't amazing enough, she began to pump the SUV up and down, still with
just one hand. Seeing my sexy, powerful wife performing this amazing feat of
super strength made me instantly hard. Knowing that other men would have this
very same reaction made me instantly furious - so furious that I lost my head.

   "This is completely unacceptable!" I said in a raised voice that was not
quite a yell.

   "I suggest you lower your voice," she said calmly.

   "I will NOT lower my voice," I said a little louder and full of
righteous indignation. "I want this website shut down immediately! Today!"

   "Baby, I appreciate that you might be surprised by all of this which
explains your overreaction," she said still with a calm voice. "However, if
you don't lower your voice when you speak to me, there will be consequences."
Her voice now had an unmistakable edge to it.

   "I'm not 'surprised'", I said, "I'm pissed off! Furthermore, I don't
think I'm overreacting. As your husband, I insist that you close down this
website. Now what are you going to do about it?"

   "I'm going to remind you of a few facts," she said as she began to
rise. As she stood up, I could see the muscles in her arms start to tense and
rise. I began to realize that I had made a mistake.

   "Do you remember how on our wedding night we talked about how I could
easily beat you up with just one finger?" she asked.

   "Yes, Master," I replied. My voice had changed from angry to fearful.

   "Did you think that that was just pillow talk?" she asked.

   "No, Master."

   "Because it wasn't; I'm so much stronger than you that I could easily
beat you within an inch of your life with just one little finger," she said.

   "I-I-I know, Master."

   "No, I don't think you do - not really." Then to prove her point she
extended just her index finger and slammed it down on the sturdy conference
table completely demolishing it in the process. I barely jumped away in time
to avoid having my legs caught under the shattered debris.

   I was sitting on the floor looking up at my wife after her awesome
display of strength. She looked like she hadn't put forth any effort at all,
and yet the smashed table was all around us as evidence.

   She picked up her chair and moved it over to my side of the destroyed
table and sat back down. "You and I need to get a few things straight," she
said.

   "Yes, Master," I said with my head bowed. I started to rise.

   "Stay on the floor," she said, "I think it's good for you to be looking
up at me." I sat back down. "First of all, I'm not doing anything wrong with
my website. I'm only providing people with a little fantasy, and there's
nothing wrong with that."

   I thought about it for a few seconds and conclude, "You're right,
Master." Then I asked out of curiosity, "How many men subscribe to your
website?"

   "First of all, almost a third of my subscribers are women," she
explained. "The last time I checked, I had about twenty thousand subscribers
and growing."

   "That's amazing," I said, truly impressed.

   "And, my weak little husband, has it occurred to you how lucky you are?"

   "Master?" I said.

   "You get to actually do what more than twenty thousand men and women
around the world can only fantasize about "" you get to actually fuck me."

   "That's true," I said, suddenly feeling very important. "You're right,
Master."

   She went on, "I don't even show my huge, amazing tits on my website, and
believe me, I get hundreds of emails a day begging me to.  Meanwhile you get
to not only see my huge tits all the time, but you get to kiss them, lick
them, suck them and fuck them. You're the only one who's had that privilege
since the first time we made love."

   "I know, Master," I said with honest humility. Then, again with true
curiosity I asked, "Are there any other websites like yours?"

   "There are a few, but on most of them, the superhuman feats of strength
the models perform are faked. There is one website by a woman named Megan
whose feats of strength appear to be real."

   "I'm sorry I got out of line, Master."

  "I know you are, Kitten. Unfortunately, I can't let you off the hook that
easily."

   "W-w-what are you going to do to me, Master?"

   "I'm going to demonstrate once and for all just how powerful I am."

   "P-please, Master, I-I-I know how powerful you are."

   "No you don't, Baby, not really. You think that my greatest power is my
incredible superhuman strength, but that's not true."

   "It isn't?" I said.

   "No, Baby, my greatest power is in my sexuality and in my supreme will.
I'm going to prove it to you. I'm going to get you to completely submit to me
without the threat of using my superhuman strength against you."

   "How?" I asked.

   "Just watch. You trust me don't you, Baby?"

   "Yes, Master."

   "For the next hour, I promise you that no matter what happens, I won't
use my super strength against you. And no matter what you say or do to me in
that time, I promise that there will be no future negative consequences.
Okay?"

   "Okay," I said curious to see where she was going with this.

   "Baby, I've decided that from now on even though we're married, I'm
still going to fuck other men. Is that okay with you?"

   "Of course not!" I responded.

   She started to seductively unbutton her blouse. "But, Baby," she said,
"I really want to be able to fuck other men."

   "I don't care," I said, "Besides, what if I said I wanted to fuck other
women?"

   By this time, she had her blouse off, and I could see the strain that
her enormous breasts were putting on her
enormous-but-not-quite-enormous-enough bra. "That wouldn't bother me in the
least, because I know it's not true, is it?"

   "Well, no," I admitted.

   Now her bra was off and her titanic tits were exposed. "In fact, I
insist that you fuck other women," she said.

   "I don't want to," I said.

   "No, you don't understand," she said, "I give you permission to fuck as
many other women as you like, and you can still fuck me whenever you want to.
In fact, I'll even bring home beautiful women for you to fuck while I watch."

   "No, please, no, Master," I pleaded. I could hardly believe what I was
saying. Here my wife was giving me permission to live out every man's
fantasy, and I was truly horrified by the prospect. It wasn't that I was
afraid that she would hurt me if I said yes. I believed her when she said
there would be no consequences. I was just so enslaved by my wife's
unbelievable sexuality that the thought of being with any other woman "" even
with Simone's permission "" was truly unappealing to me.

   "What if I ordered you to fuck other women?" she asked.

   This thought made my blood run cold. I didn't want to fuck any other
women, but I also knew that I didn't have the will to resist a direct order
from Simone. "Please, don't do that," I said.

   "No, I think that's what I'll do," she said, "I think I'll order you to
fuck other beautiful, sexy women while I watch."

   "Please, don't do that," I repeated.

   "Are you sure that you don't want me to order you to fuck two big
titted, nineteen year old cheerleaders while I watch?" she asked.

   "No, Master, please, no."

   "What about Min and Yoon? I can call them down here right now. I'm
sure they'll do it if I tell them to."

   "Please, Master, no," I implored.

   "Beg me not to do it."

   "Please, Master, don't order me to fuck Min and Yoon," I begged.

   "Why not? Don't you think they're beautiful?" she asked.

   "Yes, Master, they're very beautiful."

   "Then why don't you want to fuck them. You can have them both at the
same time."

   "I don't want them, Master," I said.

   "Why not?"

   "Because they're not you," I explained.

   "Crawl over here and lick my feet while you beg."

   I crawled over. "Please, (lick lick) don't make me (lick lick) fuck any
other (lick lick) women. You're the only woman (lick lick) I ever want to
(lick lick) be with again. Please, (lick lick) I'll obey your orders (lick
lick) if you so command (lick lick), but please, please, please, (lick lick)
don't order me to (lick lick) do it."

   "Very well," she said, "I won't make you fuck any other women."

   "Thank you, Master; (lick lick) thank you."

   "Now back to the issue of me fucking other men" she said, "Of course you
would say if was okay if I ordered you to . . ."

   "Yes," I said reluctantly.

   "Because I'm you're undisputed master in all things."

   "Yes, Master." My heart was filled with conflicting emotions. On the
one hand, I was brokenhearted at the prospect of my wife being with another
man. However, I have to admit that at the same time I was thrilled to the
bone with the knowledge that her power over me was so absolute.

   "Don't worry, Baby, I'm not going to order you to give me permission to
fuck other men," she said.

   "Oh, oh, thank you, Master," I said. Since I was already down there, I
began kissing her feet in gratitude.

   "Wait, I'm not finished," she said, "I'm not going to order you to give
me permission to fuck other men, I'm merely going to ask you for permission."

   "But it's my choice?" I asked.

   "Yes, it's entirely your choice," she answered.

   "Well, then you DO NOT have my permission," I said.

   "But, Baby," she said in her sexiest voice, "I REALLY want your
permission to fuck other men."

   "I'm sorry, Honey, but no," I said as emphatically as I could.
Unfortunately, I could feel my resolve beginning to weaken, and she knew it.

   Still sitting, she reached down and pulled me effortlessly, gently into
her lap. She softly kissed my cheek.  Even though this act displayed her
strength, it was not the least bit threatening. She held me tight to her
exposed breasts and whispered sexily, "Sweetie, please say that it's okay for
me to have sex with as many other men as I want. Pleeeeese."

    I could hardly believe it when I heard a quiet voice say, "Okay."

   "What was that, Baby? I didn't quite hear you."

   "Okay," I repeated.

   "Okay, what?" she asked.

   "Okay, I give you my permission for you to have sex with as many men as
you want," I clarified, tears beginning to run down my face.

   "And you understand that you don't have to give me permission, right"

   "Yes, I understand," I said as I began to cry harder.

   "So why are you giving me permission?" she asked.

   "Because I can't stand to go against anything you say. All I want to do
is make you happy no matter what. When it comes to you, Simone, I have no
free will."

   "What would happen if I ever did used my awesome superhuman strength to
beat you severely?" she asked.

   By now I was freely sobbing. "I'd come crawling back to you begging
your forgiveness," I manage to choke out between sobs.

   "And now you understand how astoundingly powerful I really am?" she
asked.

   "Yes, Master."

   "And you understand that my power over you is complete and absolute?"

   "Yes, Master."

   "Did you notice that it hardly took an effort on my part to get you to
submit to me completely?"

   "I noticed, Master."

   "And that turns you on doesn't it?"

   "Yes, Master."

   "It makes you hard doesn't it?"

   "You know it does, Master."

   "You understand that all I'd have to do is to merely suggest it and
you'd gladly get down on your knees and pray to me six times a day?"

   "Yes, Master."

   "How about ten times a day?" she asked.

   "Ten times or a thousand, Master. I now understand that you could
easily and utterly rule my world with just your powerful will and your
overwhelming sexuality. Your superhuman strength just seals the deal that
much more."

   "But you love my superhuman strength, don't you?"

   "Of course, Master."

   "You worship it, don't you?"

   "Yes, Master, yes!" I said.

   "But you also fear it, don't you"

   "You know I do, Master." I was still crying profusely.

   "Okay, Kitten, dry those tears," she said tenderly. "Shhhhh, come on
now, dry those tears." She held me tight and tenderly kissed my cheek, my
forehead, my eyes - first one and then the other - and the tip of my nose.

   "Mommy's sorry he had to break you, Baby."

   "I'm sorry too, Mommy," I said.

   "I know, Kitten, I know. And, Kitten?"

   "Yes, Mommy?"

   "I'm already having sex with as many men as I want."

   "You are?" I said.

   "Yes, Dummy, and I'm only having sex you. I love you very, very much,
and you're the only person in the world I want to be intimate with, my cute,
weak little husband."

   "W-what if you change your mind?" I asked.

   "Kitten, I won't change my mind. I've lived a lot more than most people
have and I've looked around a lot too. I told you that I knew you were the
love of my life after the first time we made love. I know I'll never change
my mind about you, and no force on Earth can make me. Remember, Kitten, I'm a
very, very strong woman - strong body, strong mind and strong will. You never
have to worry about my love for you diminishing one little bit."

   With that, she stood up with me still in her arms. I locked my lips
onto one of her gigantic tits and began sucking as if my life depended on it.
She carried me out of her office and up the stairs into her bedroom. She
placed me gently onto her bed and began to gently undress me. The whole time
she whispered things like "I love you so much, my precious little kitten" and
"Mommy loves it when baby sucks her big tits."

   I spent the next several hours in my master's strong embrace "" the
entire time she whispered to me, "Remember, Baby, that Mommy loves you and
would never really harm you. You are such a precious, good little boy, and
Mommy will always protect you. And Mommy will always be here for you.
Anything that Mommy can give you she will. Mommy's beautiful sexy body, her
big strong muscles, her sweet, tender loving are all for you, Baby. Only for
you." As she said it, she also did everything she could do to show me. She
caressed, fondled, kissed and licked every inch of my body, and she allowed me
to caress, fondle, kiss, and lick every inch of hers.

   Finally, I collapsed from sheer exhaustion and slept for the next ten
hours straight. When I woke up, I found myself in an empty bed. I heard
Simone moving around in the room next door - my room. She walked in carrying
the enormous dresser from my room and looked around for a place to put it.

   "Honey, what are you doing?" I asked.

   "I'm moving you in to the master bedroom with me," she answered.

   "But what about the times you want to be alone," I asked.

   "This morning I realized that I want to spend as much time with my
awesome, incredible and wonderful husband as possible," she said.

   "I approve of that message," I quipped.

   "I've made a few other decisions too," she said.

   "Like what?" I asked.

   She came over and sat next to me on the bed. "I've decided that I AM
going to stop accepting tributes from other men. You were right; that's not
an appropriate thing for a married woman to do," she said.

   "Honey, I'm so touched," I said.

   "I'm even going to start paying Sid and Joe and a few other men who have
been paying me tribute in trade."

   "Honey, you don't have to-"

   "Of course, I don't HAVE to; I want to. For you," she said.

   "I love you so much," I said.

   "In fact, I'll even close down the website if you want me to. We don't
really need the money."

   "No, Honey, you were right about that. All you're doing is providing
people with a little fantasy. People need that. Besides, I have to admit
that it turns me on knowing that I'm actually sleeping with a woman that so
many other men can only dream about."

   "Men AND women," she corrected.

   "Even better!" I proclaimed, "In fact . . . ."

   "Yes, Kitten?"

   "Since we don't really need the money, maybe you could lower the monthly
subscription cost of your website so that even more people can fantasize
about my sexy, super strong wife."

   "I'll think about it, my weak-but-generous husband," she said. "But
there is one other business matter we need to discuss. It's about your
bookstore."

   Oh, no; I had been dreading this moment. "What about it?" I asked
cautiously.

   "I want you to sell it to me," she said.

   "Why?" I asked.

   "So that I can hire you to manage it, and you won't practically live
there anymore," she said. "Besides, I can afford to hire more fulltime
employees and give them better wages and benefits. I know that it bothers you
that you can't do those things."

   "But will it still make a profit?" I asked.

   "I discussed it with Sid who is a business genius, and he said that
you've done a very good job of running it."

   "But . . ." I said.

   "But there are some things beyond your control. For one thing, with
Sid's connections, he can get you the kinds of discounts and unfair deals with
publishers that the big chains and internet stores get."

   That news alone was good enough for me. "Where do I sign, Master?" I
asked.

   "The papers are in my office," she said, "And one more thing, Kitten,
you don't have to call me 'Master' anymore - unless you want to."

   "I . . . I think I want to, Master," I said, "It just feels right."

   "Either way, Kitten, it's up to you." Then she got very serious. "Last
night I proved to you that I could get you to do whatever I wanted."

   "You sure did that," I agreed.

   "And I showed you just how powerful I am. However, I discovered
something about myself last night "" something that I never expected."

   "What, Baby," I asked.

   "I discovered that I don't necessarily want to rule over you.  I still
want to rule the world, but I want to do it with you at my side."

   "But I can still occasionally grovel at you feet, can't I?" I asked.

   "Only if you want to, Kitten."

   "I do, Mommy; I really do."

   I love you so much, Baby." I could see a tear roll down her cheek.

   "I love you too, Sweetheart," I said.

   "But, Baby, I love you so much that sometimes you make me feel . . .
weak."

   I was so overwhelmed with emotion, I couldn't speak.

   "And sometimes, Baby, I want to be weak and vulnerable, for you. Only
for you."

   I sat up and hugged her tightly. Tears were streaming down both of our
faces.

   "I'm just not used to this feeling," she said, "I've never felt it
before. Do you know what you are, Baby?"

   "I'm your kryptonite," I said.

   "Yes, Kitten, my weak little wimp of a husband," she laughed, "You.
Are. My kryptonite."

   "Don't worry," I said, "I won't tell the bad guys."

   She giggled like a little girl. Then we both lied down in bed and made
sweet, gentle, vulnerable love.

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