A Dominant Wife's Journal

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On this one particular night Mike and I were at home relaxing in our family room. I looked over at him and I had the urge to dominate him. I had the urge to whip him. Why this happens, I don’t know. I equate it with a woman being in the mood for sex. There are nights when I am in the mood to whip my husband.

What was special about this night was that Mike was in the mood to be dominated. I could see it in his face and neither of us had to say a word. I excused myself and exited to the bedroom where I opened my chiffonier to choose my wardrobe. I selected my favorite outfit of leather corset束腰 — a stiff garment that squeezes the waist, thigh-high leather boots and long leather gloves.

I walked back into the family room, the spiked heels of my boots echoing off the walls as they walked across the hardwood floor. Mike immediately fell under my spell. I knew from his body language that we were in complete harmony.

I motioned him to undress, I placed a dog collar项圈 — a band worn around the neck around his neck, firmly gripped the leash牵引绳 — a lead clipped to a collar, climbed on his back and gave the leash牵引绳 — a lead clipped to a collar a firm tug. Mike crawled on all fours as I rode him to the bedroom. If I ever want to get Mike in the mood, all I have to do is mount him like a horse. That is his biggest fetish恋物 — a strong sexual focus on one thing. However on this night, I could sense that Mike was already in the mood. He was primed to be dominated.