Embracing My Inner Bitch

By Wanda Peters

I am not sure why I did it. I guess it was just my inner bitch coming out into the light of the day. Don’t get me wrong; it has always been a significant part of me. But, for the most part, I can usually keep it tamped down, especially if my husband and I are out in public.
But for some reason today when John’s best friend suggested that they go play pool, on a day that John had promised to spend with me, that dark and ugly part of me slipped out.
“John has got work to do when we get home. He won’t have time to spend in the mundane pursuit of trying to sink the eight ball.” I looked towards my husband, expecting that he would object, but all I saw was his face turning red with embarrassment. And for some reason, that turned me on. I could feel a little moisture beginning to form between the folds of my cunt. A pleasant feeling was radiating from that point and spreading throughout my entire body. So, I decided to push the matter a little further to see what kind of response I could get. I turned to face my husband so that I could watch his reaction.
Read the book to see how far my dominance goes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wanda Peters
• Release date: Jun 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463511107

Wanda Peters

I write erotic books, mostly about cuckolding. If you are looking for that type of book, you might ask yourself what exactly do you want in an erotic book. I think that if you can read one of my books and keep both hands on the book then I have not done my job. I don't believe that anyone that buys or reads one of my books or stories are looking for great literature.I don't try to compete with Shakespear when I write. What I do try to do is to put together a compelling story that someone will want to continue to read. A word of caution my books are not for the faint of heart. Many of my characters do not have a happy ending. A few of my books do have some satirical humor but for the most part, they are about males that are dominated and humiliated by their wives or lovers.I hope you enjoy my work.

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Embracing My Inner Bitch

Wanda Peters

Copyright 2019

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Embracing My Inner Bitch

Chapter One – Letting it Out

I am not sure why I did it. I guess it was just my inner bitch coming out into the light of the day. Don’t get me wrong; it has always been a significant part of me. But, for the most part, I can usually keep it tamped down, especially if my husband and I are out in public.

But for some reason today when John’s best friend suggested that they go play pool, on a day that John had promised to spend with me, that dark and ugly part of me slipped out.

John has got work to do when we get home. He won’t have time to spend in the mundane pursuit of trying to sink the eight ball. I looked towards my husband, expecting that he would object, but all I saw was his face turning red with embarrassment. And for some reason, that turned me on. I could feel a little moisture beginning to form between the folds of my cunt. A pleasant feeling was radiating from that point and spreading throughout my entire body. So, I decided to push the matter a little further to see what kind of response I could get. I turned to face my husband so that I could watch his reaction.

John, you do remember that you promised to clean the refrigerator today, don’t you? Of course, John had promised no such thing, but I wondered if he would go along with my private joke or try and save face with his friend.

He hesitated, and I could see his Adam’s apple move as if he was trying to swallow something unpleasant. But then he spoke in a somewhat shaky voice. Of course, dear, I guess that we better be heading home. It seems like you had something else that you wanted to be done today if I have time, wasn’t there?

I think that I loved John more at that moment than I had since we were married 9 years previously. I reached out and took his hand, and allowed my thumb to caress his skin. Yes, winter is coming, and you need to polish and waterproof my winter boots. I bet you will like that.

He stared at me with a quizzical look on his face. I had always known that he has a fetish for my boots, but I had never before encouraged it. But at that moment, I found it fascinating to think of him on his knees, applying polish to my footwear. I also loved the idea that his best friend now would be thinking of my husband as pussy whipped.

I can’t wait. This time his voice was not so much shaky as yearning.

"Maybe you should have him lick them clean before he polishes them. Jerry said. It was plain that he was trying to humiliate John. I was still looking at my husband, and if it was possible, his face was even redder than it was earlier. I wasn’t going to allow this opportunity to get away.

Mmm, that sounds wonderful. Would you like that, dear? I squeezed his hand gently as I asked the question.

I can hardly wait.

His best friend looked at John with total disgust on his face. Take your bitch home and get the fuck out of my face.

What happened next was something that I had never expected from my gentle husband. He released my hand and balled his into a fist. That fist connected with the jaw of his best friend. Jerry looked up at us from his position flat on his back on the floor of the Mall.

Don’t you ever disrespect my wife again! Do you understand me? John had moved so that he was almost straddling his friend’s prone body.

Jerry reached up and rubbed his sore jaw with his fingers. I guess that cuts it. You might get away with sucker-punching me this time, but if you ever try it again, you will end up in the hospital. Now get away from me.

John didn’t reply just turned back toward me.

Chapter Two – The Ride Home

John retook my hand, and this time it was his thumb that did the caressing. He then slipped his hand into the crook of my arm and guided me towards the exit. I was lost in thought as we walked, and I was thankful for his taking the lead so that I could let my mind wander.

As we reached the car, John guided me to the passenger door and opened it for me. This surprised me slightly as we had gone past the chivalrous period of marriage. He held the door and waited until I had fastened my belt before closing the door and walking around to the driver’s side.

He slipped behind the wheel, buckled his belt, and started the car. He looked over at me and smiled. I love you. He said to my total amazement. He did not often use words of endearment either.

I love you too, I replied. I suppose that I should apologize for causing problems between you and Jerry.

Please don’t. He said. It would ruin the mood.

While that comment confused me a little, it also made me feel good. Are you sure that you don’t mind me being such a bitch?

I am not going to lie to you, he replied. I was surprised when you told Jerry that I had housework to do. And I was humiliated when you told him that I was going to spend the day polishing your boots. But I have never been more aroused either.

Now I was stunned. I had not expected that my husband would be sexually aroused by my humiliating him. I turned so that I could reach a little further than if I remained straightforward. I allowed my hand to reach out and rest directly on the fly of his pants. Sure enough, I could feel hard flesh under the denim and zipper. Hold the flap open! I demanded. I expected that he would argue with me this time, but he simply reached down with his left hand and pulled the flap of his fly open.

Slowly I reached in and pulled the flap of his zipper up so that I could slide the fastener open. I lowered the zipper very slowly, feeling his cock as I went. He did not release his hold on the flap of his fly allowing me to reach in. I was glad that he was wearing boxers and not briefs since it made it easier for me to get a hold of his cock meat and pull it out into the open. He was right; I had never felt or seen him this hard at any time since I had known him.

You realize that our life together just changed today?

He didn’t answer, but I felt his cock twitch, and I took that as a good sign. I allowed my thumb to massage the slit at the head of his cock, and I felt a small amount of pre-cum ooze out. I thought about jacking him off, but I think even then I had decided that he would not be having any more orgasms.

Chapter Three – The First Day of the Rest of our Lives

I thought of making him walk into the house with his cock hanging out of his pants, but then I thought better of it. I certainly did not want to have to wait until I could bail him out of the County Jail until I could experiment even more with my newfound Bitch. You can tuck it back inside, but don’t zip up. My voice was no louder than usual, but he told me later that he loved the dominance that it conveyed.

As we entered the front door, he helped me off with my coat and then took his own off and hung both in the closet. Is there anything that you would like before I start on the refrigerator? He asked. I pointed in the direction of the living room and turned and walked in that direction. I took a seat in his big chair, something that I had never dreamed of doing in the past. I watched him to see if I was going over a line of demarcation, but he showed no signs of irritability. I wished that I was wearing a dress, as that would have speeded up the process of what I wanted, but you can’t go back in time and change what is.

On your knees! I didn’t use any term of endearment, and I had not yet decided to call him my slave, but looking back, I knew that even then, that is what he would become.

He slipped down to his knees, looking up into my face, I suppose for direction. Keep your eyes down! My voice was cold and demanding.

Take off my shoes and socks. He obeyed as if he had been doing servitude all of his life. I raised my right foot and placed it against his lips. He did not even slide back or hesitate. His tongue came out from between his teeth and lips and began caressing my toes. I have to tell you nothing has ever felt quite as good as the first time that a man worships your feet. I could have let him go on forever, but there was another area of my body that needed attention from his tongue.

That is enough of that for now, but be assured you will be spending a lot of time licking my feet from now on. Right now, I want you to take off my pants and panties and get to work, bringing me to orgasm with your tongue.

I looked down and saw the head of his cock slide out from between the opening to his shorts. I knew that he was turned on by what I was demanding of him, and I decided then and there he would be spending a lot of time on his knees before me.

I lifted my ass off the chair so that he could drag my pants and underpants down my legs and off of my feet. As soon as he had tossed the garments aside, I spread my legs as far as I could, grabbed the hair on his head, and pulled him into the wet and slippery slash between my legs. When I had him in place, I put both of my hands on the back of his head and forced him tight against me. I could feel not only his mouth but his nose as well being forced between the folds of my cunt, and I ground myself against his face.

I heard him moan, and I was not sure if it was because he was excited or because he was having trouble breathing. I sure didn’t want him to suffocate, at least not until I had received all the sexual pleasure I could get out of him and so I released my pressure on the back of his head. He only moved back a fraction of an inch and then began to move his nose against my clit. Nothing had ever felt quite so good in my life. Use your tongue but don’t stop what you are doing with your nose! By now, I had mastered that bitchy sound to my voice, and I liked how I sounded.

He rewarded me by snaking his tongue out and licking the full length of my slit, starting from just above my asshole to just below where his nose was still working. I was surprised that he was able to cover so much ground with his tongue without moving his nose away from my love bud.

I heard another moan, but this time it was not coming from my obedient husband. Instead, it was coming from my own throat as I tightened the muscles of my thighs and prepared to enjoy what I was soon to discover was the best orgasm I had ever experienced.

John realized how close I was, and he moved his nose so that he could use his tongue on my clit. Then he took that little button between his lips and bit down gently on that very tender meat. Harder! I heard a strange voice demand.

And then I lost all control as I could not help but raise off the chair seat. That strange voice was now screaming in ecstasy. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over my body, and the harder I spasmed, the harder John worked with his teeth and tongue.

Finally, completely sated, I allowed my ass to return to the seat oblivious to whether my moisture was seeping out onto the seat. Later I was glad that the chair was made of pleather and not cloth as I watched John lick my juices off of the chair. I did not tell him, but from that moment on, he would not need a chair, and I was taking this one for my own.

Chapter Four – Watching Him Work

I pushed him away from me and slowly closed my legs. I guess that it is time for you to get to work. I know that you are anxious to get to my boots, but you have a refrigerator to clean first. Make sure that you take all the dishes out and empty the spoiled food.

I knew that it was going to be an unpleasant task since I had not cleaned the fridge in a month. I hated that job, and now I knew I would never have to do it again.

I expect that all of the dishes will be hand-washed, and all the shelves and bins are taken out and washed by hand as well.

I saw the look of resignation on his face, and I almost felt sorry for him. But then the fact that he was going to be uncomfortable made me happy. If anything, I wanted to make him work even harder for me today. And then it dawned on me what I wanted was to humiliate him.

"I don’t want you getting your clothes all food and filth. So before you start cleaning the refrigerator, I

want you naked."

It amazed me that he didn’t even hesitate. He kicked off his shoes, reached and removed his socks, and then slowly and maybe even seductively started to unbutton his shirt. I thought of chastising him for such impertinence, but truthfully I was enjoying the show.