My Dominant Wife came out of the shower a few minutes later, this time completely naked. The sight of her overwhelmed me with love. She had just put me through the worst evening of my life, and yet, she had never been more beautiful. Jessica is a Venetian blonde, 1.70m tall with green eyes. I’ve already described her breasts. Her buttocks are just as stunning, full, and round. She weighs no more than 58kg.
Seeing her that evening, I realized I never should have had the slightest chance to be with a woman like her in this lifetime. It was a gift from the heavens. She came to stand in front of me, pressing her stomach against my nose.
- “Still haven’t lost that erection, I see?”
- “No, darling.”
From Betrayal to Obedience: The Making of Goddess Jessica’s Devotee
The slap came out of nowhere.
- “I told you I’m not your darling. From now on, you’ll call me Goddess Jessica.”
- “Yes, Goddess.”
Another resounding slap momentarily dazed me.
- “I said, Goddess Jessica. Or just Goddess. No ‘my.’ Never ‘my’ again. It’s not me who belongs to you. It’s the other way around.”
- “Yes, Goddess Jessica.”
She sat on the bed in front of me.
- “Come closer, on your knees.”
I crawled toward her, my eyes level with her crossed legs. Then she lifted my head with her hand and locked her eyes onto mine.
- “I’ve been cheating on you for months.”
Tears welled up in my eyes.
- “I didn’t really plan to tell you. I thought I’d wait until you asked for a divorce. But then I found evidence of one of your exploits on one of my thongs.”
- “I’m sorry.”
- “You should be. It takes a seriously disturbed person to do that, you realize?”
- “Yes…”
A Stark Choice: Divorce or Sexual Reeducation Under My Dominant Wife
Another slap echoed through my skull.
- “Yes, Goddess Jessica.”
- “Do you think it’s normal that after four years of marriage, I never realized I was living with such a pervert?”
- “No, Goddess Jessica.”
- “Well, neither do I. That’s why I’ve made an important decision for both of us. My first instinct was obviously to divorce. But you could still be useful to me. So, I’m giving you a choice: divorce or reeducation.”
- “Reeducation, what does that mean, Goddess Jessica?”
- “You have a serious problem because it’s abnormal to jerk off into your wife’s underwear. So, I’m offering to sexually reeducate you. What do you think?”
I looked at her, stunned, unable to speak. She spread her thighs, revealing her sex, still slightly open from her wild romp.
- “What do you choose, Arthur? You’re free to pack your things and leave. As you can imagine and as you saw again tonight, it won’t be hard for me to replace you. Or you can start your first reeducation session by making your Mistress come with your mouth.”
Submissive Surrender: Pleasing Goddess Jessica’s Divine Desire
Sensually, she brought her sex closer to my mouth, now just centimeters away.
- “Would the pervert in you give up such a beautiful pussy?”
Once again, my instincts guided my mouth despite myself. I began to eat her lips, and she grabbed my hair.
- “Gently, I know you’re starving, but you must respect your Mistress’s pussy.”
- “Yes, Goddess Jessica.”
So, I delicately returned my mouth to her.
- “That’s good, keep going. Should I take this as a yes?”
- “Mmm… mmm…” I responded.
- “We’re going to do such beautiful things together! Keep going…”
I licked her lips slowly, slid my tongue into her opening, then gently sucked her clit. I felt her relax, and her lips began to glisten.
- “Apply yourself, you’re too rough.”
Then, I slowed my sucking, slid my tongue along her slit to collect her wetness, and took it into my mouth. Then I delicately spat it onto her clit, applying a few gentle licks.
- “Good boy, my dog, you’re improving. You seem to love my scent, don’t you?”
- “Yes, Goddess Jessica,” I mumbled, continuing to lick her increasingly wet lips.
- “If you love it, you should enjoy licking this then…”
Humiliation’s Taste: Submitting to Goddess Jessica’s Cruel Commands
She grabbed the condom left on the bedside table, lifted my head, and dangled it in front of my eyes. I paled.
- “Imagine this piece of plastic went deep inside my womb… Did you see Tony’s big, thick cock? Can you imagine where this plastic has been? Don’t you think it’d be a shame not to know its scent?”
- “I… I don’t know if…”
She slapped me, and my jaw ached.
- “Lick.”
I stuck out my tongue, and she placed the sperm-filled part of the condom on it.
- “Taste it, my little dog, taste your wife’s delicious scent.”
She shoved the condom into my mouth before closing it.
- “Keep it in your mouth, and figure out how to keep it from spilling… and if it does, too bad for you! It’ll get you used to it, after all.”
She burst into a terrifying laugh as I suppressed a gag, feeling the mix of plastic, her juices, and his sperm invading my mouth.
- “Now I’d like you to lick my ass. Do you want to?”
- “Yes, Goddess Jessica,” I mumbled, careful not to move the condom too much in my mouth.
- “Yes, what?”
I lifted my head.
- “Yes, I want to lick your ass, Goddess Jessica.”
- “That’s all?”
- “To devour it, to plunge my tongue in and clean it thoroughly, Goddess Jessica!”
Crawling for My Dominant Wife: A Lesson in Total Submission
She was deliberately making me talk, hoping the condom would spill. Miraculously, I’d managed to wedge it in a corner of my mouth, under my teeth.
- “Mmm, you’re improving. You know the place of your filthy mouth is in my anus, don’t you?”
- “Yes, Goddess Jessica.”
- “Then step back. We’ll do this properly. Besides, I have work to do; I’m not going to spend the evening dealing with your filth.”
I backed away as my new Mistress stood and walked to her elegant little office adjacent to the bedroom.
- “Follow me.”
As I started to stand, she turned abruptly.
- “What are you doing?”
- “I’m following you, Goddess Jessica.”
- “How do you think a man who relieves his nasty cock in his wife’s underwear and needs to be reeducated by chewing on a condom full of her lover’s sperm should move?”
- “I… I don’t know.”
- “Like a dog, Arthur. Or rather, like a bitch in your case. That’s how you’ll move in this apartment from now on.”
- “Yes, Goddess Jessica.”
Collared and Crawling: Embracing My Role as Goddess Jessica’s Pet
With a naturalness that stunned even me, I instantly dropped to all fours and began to crawl.
- “We’ll need to get you a leash and a pretty collar. We’ll take care of that, this weekend, unless you have time to stop by a pet store tomorrow?”
- “Of course, Goddess Jessica.”
- “Mmm, very good, my little bitch.”
Delighted, my dominant wife gave a few pats on my rear as she would to her pet. This attention only intensified my erection. She glanced at it, amused.
- “Oh, look at that naughty thing, so hard! We’ll deal with her later; for now, don’t touch it.”
- “Yes, Goddess Jessica.”
- “Come on, follow me.”
What was happening to me? Why was I obeying her so blindly? She had just cheated on me and humiliated me. I could taste her lover’s sperm in my mouth, and yet all I could do was repeat “Goddess Jessica” in my head like a mantra.
Of course, she, being far more intelligent than me, had already seen through my submissive nature. It took her just a few words to convert me. The rest of the evening, and even more so the days that followed, would only prove her right.
To Be Continued
