This is the story of how I came to dominate my husband. It, for the most part, describes real events in our
lives.
The next few days and weeks were fairly non-eventful. My husband was now completely convinced that I
could physically dominate him if I chose to. May be even more important, so was I. When the whole thing
started, I never would have believed it. Now, I was so confident in my abilities that when we’d wrestle, it
would be mostly for fun, as I would put him in a hold, and make him submit rather quickly. I began to
tease him with my strength, making him tell me how beautiful and powerful I was. He had to say it
exactly as I wanted, or I’d not release him. Of course, he continued to service me orally, and was actually
very good at it, and usually brought me to my 2 orgasm minimum. We did not go back to him licking me
anally since that first time, however. I wanted to, but felt that he was doing so well where we were, that it
could wait. He was beginning to enjoy my body, and the physical play between us and even would suggest
I wrestle him, consequences be damned. He loved my muscles, and would spend many nights worshiping
them.