Loving Wife to Hardcore Dominatrix (Femdom, Ballcrushing, Bdsm)

By Claire Page

From man of the house to bitch of the realm. Watch the transformation of a house wife go from her boring life to the exciting life of a Dominatrix!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Claire Page
• Release date: Nov 6, 2017

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Loving Wife to Hardcore Dominatrix (Femdom, Ballcrushing, Bdsm)

By Claire Page

Chapter 1 - Dominating

When my wife and I first started dating we had what few couples can claim, a lack mutual lack of relationship experience. The extent of her sexual journey included one boyfriend of three years. For myself, outside of a few brief flings (none of which involved intercourse), I was nearly a blank slate. But after ten years of intense sexual exploration with each other, we both filled in the many blanks on our sexual resume. Adventurous, daring and at times dangerous episodes dotted our time together, and marriage, thankfully and abnormally, has only increased out appetites for each other. 

We have a mutual lust for both dominant and submissive rolls in the bed. More than once the subject of penis size entered out escapades and she took incredible satisfaction in teasing me, but I'd always return the favor. Her breasts, pert, spunky and very nicely formed to her body, are just below a B cup. We spent many nights having passionate sex to my sweet whispers in her ear, goading her to think about our female friends, of which we have many, and the fact that even the smallest of them is still at least a cup size larger than her. She obsessed over the thought of me, her committed and faithful husband obsessing over other woman's breasts. 

Things escalated from there, with me instructing her to wear the tightest sports bra's she owned when we went out drinking with everyone, to ensure that she was as flat as possible. I'd pass the night with her, drunkenly talking at times much louder than I should have. I'd ask if she felt small and inadequate and like a little girl, sitting there in her sports bra. I'd describe our friends to her, describe how their larger chests made them more confident, more woman like and ultimately more desirable than her. She would nervously laugh, hoping they weren't listening but secretly hoping they were. Being dominated, at least at this time, was the best aphrodisiac I could give her. 

For her part, she's begun teasing me about my size as well. The problem with this is that from her perspective, she hadn't really understood where I stood in comparison with other men. I'm not small but I'm not on the large side of average either. Luckily for me, the only comparison that she had was her ex boyfriend, and one brief fling she had when we first started dating. The fling wasn't memorable enough for her to remember and her ex-boyfriend she admitted was longer than me but not nearly as thick. At a little less than 4 in girth and just under 5 in length, she had not only always been content with my size, but pleased. Of course she's watched movies, she understands that there are larger men, but her exposure had been limited so she was able, for a long time, to write off the images that she saw as the by product of the fake world of movies. After all, if nearly every woman she saw in a movie or porno had D cup breasts, there was little doubt that the men's sizes were 'enhanced' as well.

Her opinions started to change though once she decided to take our sexual flirting to the next level. I had always been content teasing her and making her crazy in our own little world, begging her to wear small outfits and slightly revealing clothing in an effort to passively make her feel inferior. It worked incredibly well, driving her crazy whenever I did it. But when it came to me she had, from the onset, a desire to be aggressive in her teasing, in her approach to make me feel like she had, both inadequate and aroused at the same time. 

It began with a work friend, like it always seems to. Terry was sort of her boss but more just like a supervisor. I had worked with Terry years before at another job so we were all friends. Her husband was a nice, if not bland guy that I shared drinks with at various Christmas parties over thee years. Terry had always been a bit of a turn on for my wife. Terry had that sleek, styled working lady appearance to her. Her long, streaked hair was always pulled back into a no nonsense ponytail, her makeup never a step below flawless. Her outfits, a range from