Dominating my husband. Chapter 1.
Karen Young Karen12613@aol.com
I learn for the first time that I am not only stronger than my husband, but am able to
dominate him.
This is the story of how I cam to dominate my husband. It, for the most
part, describes real events in our lives.
It all started about a year ago. Ours was a typical marriage. We where
two career minded individuals, married 2 years. We were so busy trying
to pay for our house in Oyster Bay, we barely had time to consider, much
less have, children. I worked as and administrative assistant for a huge
Manhattan law firm, he works from home as a computer consultant.
We always got along fine. We are both mature, intelligent easy going
individuals. We argued, sure, but always found ways to resolve them. I
don't know how much was upbringing, how much was how the world is, or
how much of it was my agreeable personality, but if push came to shove,
I invariably conceded to his judgement. I never minded. I guess I just
accepted that as the way a marriage between a man and woman worked. Can
you blame me. I've got 2 million years of male dominant evolution
working against me. Besides, many of my girlfriends where married and
their marriages worked in a similar way. We'd talk about this from time
to time, but basically agreed that there wasn't much to be done about
it. Its just how it was.
If it was a discussion of whose parents to visit, what movie to see,
where to eat, division of housework, division of yard work, I guess I
got the short straw more often than not. I wasn't unhappy, mind you, I
had accepted it.
If I knew then, what I know now, however, it would have been very
different. Oh well. He had two good years anyway.
It was about a year ago when I discovered that the only thing I needed
to have anything I could ever want was to be physically superior to my
husband. I had always exercised. My H.S. and College years were filled
with track and swimming. I was toned and muscled and basically kept my
form through disciplined workouts during my twenties to the age of
twenty eight. I had firm taught thighs and calves, hard buttocks, and a
flat abdomen, which helped enhance smooth round breasts. I was no
fitness model, but I was toned, and often enjoyed stares from men when I
wore my bikini at the beach. This was both a pleasure and embarrassment
to my husband. Often, in the privacy of our bedroom, he'd confess that
it is a special thrill to make love to me. How my body turned him on. In
public, however, I could tell, and so could he, that on-lookers would
often wonder what I was doing with him. Not that he should be
embarrassed. I mean, so he wasn't Mr. Universe. He was fairly lean, if
not muscular, at least he wasn't flabby. He just didn't work out. He is
very dedicated to his consulting company, and never dedicated the time
that I did to physical fitness. Again, I never minded.
So, one night, we are in bed, watching TV. Its some cop show where these
hot girls on bicycles ride the beaches of LA and arrest hot guys. There
was one scene where a lithe blond women fights a large male, and ends up
tossing him out the window. "That's ridiculous," cried Mike. "No women
that small could do that to a man."
I actually agreed with him. I mean, the guy was twice her size. I stared
over at Mike as he munched his potato chips, wondering why this bothered
him so. It was only TV. Of course its fake. I'm not sure what made me
take this approach, but boy, am I glad I did. "Why do you say that. She
looks very fit, and she used some judo."
"Karen, so what. He still twice the size of her. She could never be that
strong, I don't care how much aerobics she does. She's a woman."
I was a little peeved at my husband, belittling a woman who obviously
spent more time on her body than he did. "Just because a woman is
smaller than a man, doesn't mean she's not stronger than him. Look at us
for instance."
"What about us?" He glanced up and down our bodies as we lay in the bed.
His 5'10" 160 pound frame was wearing only boxers. My 5'8" 128 pound
body was wearing a T-shirt that barely reached mid thigh. As was the
norm when I went to bed, I wasn't wearing panties. Under close
inspection, his thigh and arm muscles where clearly bigger than mine.
However, mine where clearly firmer. I wasn't sure where this would lead,
but I started getting a tingling sensation deep within me, and thought
this might be fun.
"Well, you must out way me by over 30 pounds, yet I bet if we tested our
selves physically, I could hold my own."
"You really believe that." It was obvious that he never even considered
this. "Sure, you could probably run further than I could, because you
work out, but in a test of strength, I would win easily."
"Excuse me, but running is a test of strength, and that's not the only
thing I could beat you in. In fact, I bet, I could beat you in a lot of
things."
"Karen, be serious. Name one."
"OK, wrestling. Is that enough of a test for you. Or is it to much like
aerobics." Now I know I was goading him at this point. I never thought
for one second that I could beat my husband in wrestling, but the
tingling I was feeling was growing into a full force sensation, so I
figured, what the heck. I'm sure he'd enjoy it.
"I could easily beat you at wrestling, no contest." Now you have to know
my husband, he's kind of introverted, not very excitable. This was the
most excited I had seen him in a long time.
"OK, prove it."
"I will."
With that, we both jumped out of bed and went downstairs. We moved the
coffee table from the center of the den carpet. We each backed up and
squared off from either side of the room. Honestly, it seemed a little
silly, but I was so pumped. I felt the blood in my veins, like after a
good workout. He just had this little grin on, like, I'll show her. We
agreed that it would be the best of three falls, with a win being a pin
or an offer of surrender.
I had no real idea what to do, but on the cop show, the blond used the
man's weight and momentum against him. I figured it wasn't a bad idea
and decided to weight for his first move. "Come on, lets see that male
strength," I teased.
With that, he came at me and tried to grab my upper arms. I turned to
the side and grabbed his wrist and pulled. I put out my leg and hooked
his ankle with my foot. I sent him sprawling to the carpet. "Wow, your
some tough man." I couldn't contain myself. I had done it so
effortlessly, and he was completely surprised. I was getting really
turned on, watching him slowly get up. I actually tossed him pretty hard
and for a moment, was worried he might be hurt. He got up though, and
came at me again. He was actually dumb enough to try the same thing. I
again grabbed his wrist and pulled as hard as I could. This time, I
figured, I'd go for broke, and decided to hold on. He came crashing down
on his stomach again, only this time, I crashed right on top of him,
still holding his wrist. I heard the air gush from his lungs as I landed
with my knees on the center of his back. I held his one hand and twisted
it to his shoulder blade while his other arm flailed about. "What's the
matter honey, you can't handle my girl strength, can you. I know that
this hurts, and am not going to let go until you surrender. I mean it."
I twisted further and he writhed in pain. I had moved from a kneeling
position to straddle him. I tightened my thighs on his midsection and
was actually able to keep him secure. I was so excited. I mean, I had
this larger man at my mercy, and was really winning. Still, I wanted him
to surrender. I knew I was hurting him, but he hadn't yet uttered a
sound so I twisted ever harder. He really tried to buck me, but my tight
thighs held on. I heard him gasp, and then he just banged his free hand
on the carpet. I wasn't sure what he was doing but knew he was in
tremendous pain. "Stop being so stubborn, just surrender and I'll let
you go." Just saying the words caused a new flood of deep tingling to
come over me. I was close to orgasm when it finally dawned on me that
he'd been trying to submit the whole time. I must've knocked the wind
out of him when I landed on his back. I leaned close to his head. "If
you surrender, just nod you head yes and I'll release you." Before I was
finished saying it, he nodded so vigorously, I thought his head would
fall off.
I immediately got up and released him. He pushed himself onto his back
and held the arm I'd been twisting in his good hand. His face was beat
red and covered in sweat. I almost came right then. The sight of the
defeated man, hurt and tired at my hands, was the sexiest thing I had
ever seen. I knew right there and then that he couldn't beat me. Not
now, not ever. I knew that our lives where never going to be the same
again, and that mine would be infinitely better. I still had to beat him
one more time though.
"What's wrong with you? You nearly broke my arm."
"I'm sorry." I giggled. "I guess I don't know my own strength." I did
a
one arm flex, showing him my biceps muscle. It looked even to me,
larger. I was so pumped at that moment, I guess it was. I know it
completely demoralized him. "Can you go on?"
"I can go on," he mumbled as he stood. I think we both knew that he
couldn't. I had practically broken his arm. He just held it tightly
against his side. "Lets go." With that, he charged me and tackled me,
landing his shoulder into my stomach. He actually lifted me off the
ground before planting me on my back. I was momentarily stunned as he
went to straddle me. He pinned my one hand over my head, but was unable
to secure my other hand with his damaged arm. I kept pulling it out of
his grasp while he kept trying to pin my shoulders. He was inching
further up on my chest, squeezing my boobs. It was very painful, but I
was blocking it out. He finally grabbed my wrist and was about to pin me
when I threw my legs up into his side. He had moved so far up on me, he
lost his balance and fell sideways. I pulled myself from beneath him and
quickly snaked my arm around his neck. He was in a sitting position with
my arm firmly around his neck. I furthered the hold, positioning my
elbow directly under his chin. He use both of his hands to try and pry
my arm off. I tightened my grip, and it soon became obvious that I was
to strong for him again. I watched as his face got pale. His only other
option was to try and stand. As he did this, I quickly kicked at his one
leg, sending him on his ass. I grabbed his weak arm and again twisted it
against his shoulder blade, combining the head lock with an arm lock.
His free hand pried hopelessly against my forearm. I then completed his
torture by hooking one of his legs with mine and pulled it back, such
that the small of his back was pressed against my pussy. Our other legs
where side by side.
He was so completely trapped such that he didn't know what to do. I was
electrified. His feeble struggles where no match for my girl muscle and
I reveled in his puny attempts. His struggles caused movement in his
back, rubbing my exposed pussy. This went on for only a few seconds when
I actually climaxed. Without a doubt, it was the most powerful climax in
my entire life. I squeezed his head, arm, and leg as wave after wave of
orgasm washed over me. I didn't even hear his yells for surrender. It
didn't matter anymore. Nothing of what he said did anymore. I so
completely controlled him physically, that he was surely going to be a
broken man. Sure enough, when my ecstasy subsided enough, I just rested
my chin on his painfully tortured shoulder. I looked down at his heaving
torso, his thigh painfully pulled back under my shapely sexy one. Our
free legs side by side. Mine, shapely, toned, sexy; his, pale, soft. I
came again and nearly broke his arm. I clearly heard tendons tear as I
twisted. He merely screamed in pain. Though he thrashed wildly, he could
not escape my girl power.
I giggled. "I think this about puts it to rest who's stronger, don't
you?"
He could barely speak, "come on Karen, you win. Please let me go. You're
hurting me."
I glanced at his torso again. I noticed a bulge in his boxers, in fact;
his peter was actually poking his head underneath the elastic band.
"Well look at you. You seem to be enjoying this almost as much as I am."
"Please Karen, I mean it. Let me go. You're killing me."
With my free leg, I used my toes to push the shorts from his member. It
sprung up immediately. I started stroking it with the sole of my foot.
"Come on Karen."
This was obviously very embarrassing for him. I had never been in
control of a sexual act during our entire relationship. Now, I had had
an orgasm of my own doing, and was about to control his. This was
terrific. He went to block my leg with his, but I merely squeezed his
neck harder and gave his arm another twist. "No no, you are to behave
now, and do as I wish. Is that clear?" There was no response. I squeezed
again. "Is that clear?"
"Yes, yes, its clear."
I resumed my messaging of his member and after only a few seconds, he
exploded in the most powerful male climax I could imagine. He started
shooting hot white cum at a startling pace. I was loving it and used my
foot to position his peter such that the shots where going directly into
his face. It was very humiliating to be splashing himself with his own
cum, but it was too bad. He tried to turn away, but my arm kept his head
in place. Load after load of juice impressively shot into his hair,
eyes, nose and mouth. He was trying to block it with his hand, but he
was so defeated, he couldn't even do that. I came a third time, knowing
for sure that this time I had soiled the carpet with my juice.
When he was finished, I released him and he collapsed back in
exhaustion. I quickly kneeled down beside him, and made him lick his cum
off of my arm. It was the sexiest thing he had ever done. He didn't even
try and object.