Becky's Slave

Chapter 1 How it all began

It was another typical Saturday morning. I was on my knees beside of the bed waiting for my dominant wife to awake. With her feet in my hands and my lips paying homage to her delicately painted toes, I could already feel the stirring in my balls. The scent of her unwashed feet always gets me excited. She suddenly kicked me away and stretched her body in an effort to wake her muscles. After a few moments of this, she opened her eyes, moved up on her hands, and let her feet dangle over the side of the bed. "Don't stop Denny. I did not tell you to stop." I got down into almost a laying position so I could continue worshiping her beautiful feet.

Let me reflect back and tell you how I got here. Shortly after our marriage began, my wife Becky found out about my submissive tendencies. I had hid them during our dating years, but slowly informed her after our marriage. I had hoped she would understand if I revealed them in a gradual manner. Was I surprised; she quickly took on the dominant role in our marriage. Within a year, she was telling me what to do all of the time. She made me move into the guest room and she has the king size bed all to herself, except when… well, I will explain that later. After two years she controlled all of my sexual needs, forced me to perform orally on her everyday; yes, almost everyday, regardless of time of the month. It was difficult at first, but I soon found solace in her controlling ways. I liked it. In fact, I craved it. The more she dominated me, the more I craved it. However, like most things, once you reach a certain plateau, you want to go higher; and higher she went.

She began to control my orgasms. She would not allow me to masturbate unless she was present. At first, I would sneak and masturbate. Then I began to feel guilty. Her control over me grew. It is hard to explain, but it was if she was watching me all the time. She was inside my head. I began to think she could read all of my thoughts; or maybe I just wanted to feel that way. Soon, I completely quit masturbating myself to orgasm, unless she ordered me to. I did not want sexual relief unless she wanted it. In addition, she started making me go longer between orgasms.

At first, it would be a week. Then she extended to 10 days, then 2 weeks. While this was going on she would use me to make her cum, sometimes every night, even 2 or 3 times some nights. I was a walking ball of sexual nerves. One night I got up the nerve to ask her. Actually, I begged her to let me masturbate.

"Denny, what are you doing? Why are you doing this? Your begging will not convince me that you are deserving." But Honey, it has been over two weeks this time. "I know Denny, but you are not ready. You know that I will let you when it is time. And it is not time." Becky lay down on the bed as she usually does when she wants me to please her orally. "Now, get over here and make me feel good Denny." I reluctantly moved between her legs. It did not take long for her heady scent to fill my nostrils. As was typical of Becky, she was unwashed and her pubic hair was full of her scent. Yes, her rich feminine scent. It was driving me crazy, and she knew it.

As I said, most of the time I satisfied her was orally. I always had the taste of her pussy in my nose and mouth. I also learned to lick her asshole. She always made me do this before she had showered. I think she liked to humiliate me as much as possible, and this was a good way to do it. Although, secretly, I liked it as much that way because it was so natural and musky. Sometimes she would make me lick her for an hour while she watched TV or read a book. She really did not need a bath after that. She liked seeing me in panties. She would keep my pubic hair shaved off or in the form of a V or a heart, whatever caught her fancy.

Another thing Becky does on a regular basis is to use me as her "pee pot" as she calls me. She had me make a special toilet for her so she could piss on my face while she sat in comfort. I made the mistake of showing her one that I found on the internet. She made me build one just like it. It has a regular toilet seat, but the commode part is a wooden box with a plastic lining. It is little lower than a regular commode and it has a large hole in the front side large enough for me to insert my head. I have to keep it in my room. That is the only reason she ever comes into my room. When I see her go there, I know what to do. She has trained me how to perform this important ritual. I must first get to my hands and knees. Then I must kiss the commode seat. Then I must pull her panties down and kiss her pussy and ass. Once seated, she orders me to get ready. That is my clue to lay down and put my head through the opening. She forces me to stay still and receive whatever she offers. There are a few holes in the side for light to go through, so I can see exactly what happens.

Sometimes she will sit there for a long time to tease me, as my face is only inches from her sex. Because of the confined area her scent becomes much stronger than normal, and I become very excited. She can monitor my excitement easily by simply watching my erection. Occasionally she will torment me by smacking my erection with a strap or wooden dowel that I must always have nearby for her use. If time permits, she may use me in this way for a long time; as much as a half-hour. She will let me smell her until I have a raging erection. Then she will punish my penis until my erection subsides. Then she will start the whole process over. Sometimes she will pee on me right away; then let me lay there with her piss all over my face and hair. She also uses the pee pot when she is on her period. Many times, I have to lay there with a tampon or a panty shield laying on my face.

As time went on, she would extend my periods of abstinence to as much as 3 weeks. I would plead with her to allow me to masturbate, but she would usually not allow it. I never knew when it would happen; it was always a surprise. Occasionally I would link it to something I had done special for her. However, when I would try it again, she would no allow me relief. Once, I went to the florist and bought 2 dozen roses. I used them to sprinkle a path of pedals from the garage, where she parks the new Mercedes that I bought her, to the bedroom. I light candles all through the house, prepared her a very nice meal, and opened her favorite wine. I was so pleased when she seemed to enjoy the evening. Finally, I brought her to orgasm 3 times. My cock was so hard and I was so excited. It had been 3 weeks that night. I was just sure she would allow me to cum. After her third orgasm, she rolled over on her stomach and said, "Denny, rub my back until I go to sleep." I quickly began massaging her back and shoulders. "Denny come up here so I can whisper in your ear." I moved slowly up to her head. She rarely let me do that anymore. She put her lips right up to my ear. The feel of her breath on my ear almost made me cum. I could feel my cock was almost ready to explode. "Denny, if you are a good boy like this for the rest of the week, I may let you masturbate on Saturday."

Saturday! I thought. This was Wednesday, and I had not cum in 3 weeks. I was so disappointed. I felt so dejected, but I had to remain composed or Becky would know it and make me wait longer. "Denny, after I go to sleep you may lay down between my legs and put you nose between my ass cheeks, and think about Saturday." I did not get much sleep that night. Her intoxicating scent drove me wild until the early hours of the morning.

You can imagine that I was a good boy the rest of the week. I went out of my way to please her in anyway that I could. However, she did not seem to appreciate it that much. As much as I remained attentive to her, it did not seem like enough. On Friday night, she became very angry with me. "Denny, I think you are getting lazy. Look at the smudge on this coffee table. I can tell you one thing. If this house is not clean by tomorrow afternoon, you will be in big trouble, and I think you know what that means. I am tired, I am going to bed, and I think you had better get busy. I do not want to hear a lot of commotion in the house either. I am tired. Wake me at 8"30 in the morning. I am going shopping with Donna.

I spent the rest of the evening trying to get the house as clean as I could without making any noise. I just had to please her. My mind was preoccupied with the thoughts of tasting her pussy and masturbating. As horny as I was, the evening chores tired me and I sleep well that night. I woke up at 7:30 so I could prepare breakfast and wake Becky on time. As usual, I was by her bed worshiping her feet at exactly 8:30.

She awoke quickly and looked at the clock. "I trust my breakfast is ready." I quickly assured her that it was. Shall I bring to you in bed? "Need I ask? What has gotten into you lately?" She got up and walked nude to the closet. "Forget it now. I will have it in the kitchen." She was out in a few minutes and sitting at the kitchen table with a tee shirt on. "You can finish massaging my feet while I have breakfast. My legs and thighs could use a little TLC also." I quickly got under the table and began. She spread her legs as I messaged her gently and worshiped her soft skin. I could feel my penis rising as I breathed in her strong morning scent.

"I will be meeting Donna at 11:00. We will probably have a late lunch, and I will be back in here around 4 or 5. This place better be spotless when I get here." She spent the rest of the morning in her room lounging and getting ready for her shopping trip. By the time she left I was busy cleaning house. I really wanted to impress here when she returned this evening.