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June 18, 2010

Our new Marriage

Hi everybody, my name is Melanie, I’m 31 years old and from England, that’s England as in the UK. I’m a dyed blonde, slim, (one of my pastimes is jogging) and I’m 5 foot 9 inches tall in UK measurements, that’s quite tall. I’ve been happily married to my husband Tom for seven years and we have no children – yet. By that I mean I might, but he unfortunately won’t.

The two big differences between Tom and I are that he has a very low sex drive and mine is very high. The other difference is that he is a complete wimp and submissive and I’m dominant. Until recently that was a big problem for me, but not anymore. We used to argue a lot and fight but now there are no problems anymore. There are only two rules in our house; when I click my fingers he kneels and is silent and when I speak he instantly obeys me. It’s saved our marriage and made us both happy.

I’ve always suspected Tom was submissive and weak. Some of my dirty laundry used to go missing for a day or so, (he liked smelling my dirty sperm stained panties). I have had affairs throughout our marriage and just by coincidence, whenever I came back home after sex, (I rarely insist on a condom, I’m on the pill) and put my stained panties in the laundry basket, they’d disappear for a while. Recently after a big argument, he stormed out to work and forgot to log off of his computer. Surprise, surprise, his computer was full of dominatrix and cuckold sites. I had a good look through, liked what I saw and decided that was the way we should be.

That evening, I dressed up in a mini skirt, no knickers, high heels and a white blouse. We sat down, he was still sulking, (but not for long), had dinner and I told him I had something to say. I asked him to come over to me and when he was standing right in front of me I told him the marriage wasn’t working and did he want to try it my way? He said, “what way is that”? I said, “the way we both really want it to be”. You could see in his face he looked sort of hoping. I stood up, pulled up my skirt to my waist and sat back down again and opened my legs. I don’t shave and although I’m dyed blonde, between my legs I’m naturally dark and quite bushy. I looked up at him, he sort of swallowed a bit and I clicked my fingers and said, “Kneel before me, I’m serious”. He did, with no argument and no having to repeat myself. I pressed his face against my fanny, told him I loved him but also told him about the way life was going to be from now on. I could say we discussed it, but we didn’t. I spoke and he listened and was only allowed to answer my questions. It turns out he knew I was having affairs, (he didn’t mind at all), owned up to licking and sniffing my stained panties when another man had come inside me and wanted to worship me but didn’t know how to say it to me for all the time we’d been married! I explained my two rules to him, the ‘clicking my fingers’ and ‘speaking’. We decided on my new private name, ‘Angel’, it goes well with being worshipped and the one for him? ‘You’, as in, hey you come here!

I finished off that evening by squatting over his face and slowly peeing in his open mouth, like a toilet. While I was doing that I told him his erect 4½” cock was no longer any use to me but that I would occasionally wank him off if he was lucky. I told him about my latest affair, George from my part time work. I didn’t miss out any details. The 10” cock, (lucky me), twice a week after work in the back of his car and letting him always finish inside me. Tom was OK with everything I said and I told him he’d be meeting George soon. When he asked why, I told him our bed was more comfortable and I’d let him watch me being raped. Tom isn’t bi or gay, but he could help by holding my legs open, cleaning up the sticky mess afterwards and bringing us cups of coffee and stuff like that. He was a bit hesitant at that, but a quick hard slap on his face and a click of my fingers made everything OK. Yes, Tom got a wank that night from me and as an extra treat, I masturbated myself and came in his mouth.

Our marriage is now perfect; in public we’re Mr and Mrs, in private my word is obeyed instantly. I’ve toilet trained Tom as well. We have an upstairs bathroom, why walk all the way up the stairs when I can use Tom as my toilet. Even having a poo is different. He wipes me with a tissue and then cleans anything remaining up perfectly with his tongue.

Since this letter, George has visited us at home several times. He found it odd at first but now doesn’t mind. Tom just calls him ‘Sir’, but they both get on OK, even though we both humiliate Tom a bit. We all enjoy it. The problem now is I want to be pregnant, without George knowing, but having to order Tom to agree and having to deceive George about me taking the contraceptive pill. Even an Angel like me has everyday problems.

If you want me to go on and tell you about me trying to get pregnant and about my life, I’m happy to do so.

Submitted by: Melanie - UK