After three years of marriage, I was really happy with how well I had trained my husband to pleasure me orally. The orgasms I received were fabulous, and I could get him between my legs just about any time I wanted. After a very special night of blissful pleasure, I came to the realization that I had to take complete control of him. I would end all intercourse and would use my skillful hands to redefine his sexual preferences.

To wean him from his desire to enter me, I did several things. First, I started to verbally humiliate him by telling him that he never brought me to orgasm that way, and he was a much better lover using his mouth and tongue. When I did permit him to enter me, I used a disinterested attitude, passive participation, abrupt movements, and changes in position that reduced his stimulation. I must say that I became a master of causing ruined orgasms for him during intercourse.

My final ploy was becoming insistent that he must please me orally after intercourse because he already had his orgasm and I wanted mine. He was not keen on the idea but would oblige. I, on the other hand, made it very difficult for him by holding back my orgasm and extending his time between my legs until he was exhausted. If he failed to please me the way I wanted, I would roll him on his back and straddle his face which ensured that he consumed all of his ejaculation.

However, when he pleased me orally, I made sure that his pleasure very rewarding from the exquisite touch of my hands. I used lotion and would bring him to the most intensive orgasms he could imagine. You could say I had become an expert masturbatrix. If I desired, I would tease and torture him for an extended period of time. Other times, I would bring him off quickly as I knew exactly how to control his pleasure. Regardless of the duration of my manual stimulation, he had mind-blowing orgasms. Within a few months, he no longer was asking for intercourse.

My next step was to start him wearing panties. One night after my delicious oral session I asked him to slip into the panties that I had been wearing. Of course he resisted the suggestion, so I told him that I wanted to tease him in my panties to see if that would intensify his orgasm; otherwise no hand job for him tonight. He slipped into them immediately and became very hard. I told him to lie on the bed with his hands over his head and then sat on his chest to gain complete control. Before long, I had him sighing, moaning and struggling under my weight as I teased him through the silky material. I continued this tease for around 30 minutes before pulling the panties down and finishing him off with lotion. As he lay under me trying to catch his breath and recover, I told him that any time he wanted his orgasm he would have to wear my panties.

From that night on, I left my soiled panties on his pillow when I wanted sex, and he dutifully put them on before coming to bed. After a brief period, I had him wearing panties all night long, every night whether or not I initiated sex. It was only natural that I soon insisted that he wear panties all day long. I would wear them one day, and he would wear my soiled panties the following day under his pants to work or under casual attire on the weekend.

After a few weeks of this, he complained about having to wear panties all the time and wouldn’t it be alright for him to wear other underwear. I told him that may be possible and I would think about it as long as he wore his panties that day. He obediently went off to work in the panties he slept in last night.

I went to the local department store and purchased three very firm panty girdles to provide him the other underwear he wanted. When I presented him with my gift, I wish you could have seen the look on his face. I told him that he would no longer wear my panties from this day on, just his own panty girdles.

Before he could protest, I added my rules. At night before coming to bed, he would put on a clean panty girdle. He would then hand wash the one he had worn that day and leave it to air dry in the bathroom. I would only allow him to come to bed with me when he was in his girdle. If I wanted sex, he would immediately comply. If my orgasms were exception, I would remove his girdle and give him his reward with my hands and lotion. Otherwise, he would not complain and sleep in his girdle all night long and wear it until it was time for bed the next evening when the sequence would start again.

I was so pleased as I watched him pull the tight girdle over his gentiles and buns without complaining. He looked so smooth and displayed no manly bulge. I told him that I was very wet with excitement and pulled the covers of the bed over him as he settled down between my thighs. His performance was exquisite. As I basked in the afterglow of my pleasure, I told him that I wanted him to see how he liked sleeping in a girdle. With that, I rolled over and went to sleep.

He has been an obedient boy ever since and wears his girdles daily.