Ever since Halloween, life has changed for Dale and his wife Emma. She has discovered the thrill of dominance, and he has learned to love the sweet joy of submission. Involving Emma's friend Sandra in their relationship has only increased the femdom fun.
Dale and Sandra are learning to obey their demanding mistress, just as Emma is learning to dominate slaves. And Emma intends to push them both just as far as they will go.
Emma sighed, and stirred. Still asleep, Dale heard her breathing quicken. Her taste became stronger as her juices began to flow. A soft moan reverberated in her throat as her arousal grew. Delicately, Dale increased his pace. He knew how his wife liked it, and he employed every bit of knowledge he had as he applied himself to the task. Emma sighed again, and rolled over, her smooth thigh brushing past his face as she maneuvered onto her back, her legs spread as though to welcome him. An arm flung across her face still hid her from his view, but something in the new tension of her body and the rhythm of her breathing made his suspect she was awake. He knew better than to question her, though, as he used his improved access to her sex to sink his tongue deeper inside. Soon, a steady chorus of soft moans was coming from Emma as he licked her steadily, his nose rubbing against her swelling clit and making her legs tremble adorably. Dale felt the bed shift beneath him. Glancing up from between his wife’s legs, he saw Sandra roll over onto her side. The maddening curves of her body stood out proud from under the blanket like the swooping lines of a cello, her eyes shining in the dim light as she watched him pleasure his wife. She was smiling, an evil little smile of delight and conquest as she made no attempt to hide her steady gaze. There was no intimacy, Dale knew, between his wife and himself that Sandra was not now privy to. Unable to meet her gaze, Dale closed his eyes, returning his attention to his task. Emma moaned, and Dale felt her hand on the top of his head, her fingers seizing his smooth scalp and pressing herself against him. Obligingly, he obeyed her unspoken command, sinking his tongue as deeply as he could inside her, his jaw aching as he plowed his slick tongue rapidly in and out of her. Her juices coated his cheeks and chin as her pussy spasmed, seizing his tongue in a wet embrace as she cried out. Both hands held his head now, her knees bent above him as her bare feet scrabbled in the tangled bed sheets. She came in a rush, crying out against the pillow as the first orgasm of the day tore through her, and she thrashed and moaned, swept away in a wave of sexual pleasure almost before she knew what had hit her. Dale backed away, his face damp with her bliss as her cum cooled on his cheeks. Sandra was still smiling at him. Though he was the only person there who wasn’t naked, he felt painfully self-conscious as he retreated from his panting wife. “Good morning, slut,†Emma purred, her voice low with arousal. “Such a good little alarm clock, aren’t you? Now, what do you say?†Sandra’s eyes flashed as she looked across at Emma, her naked body humming with excitement. Emma’s eyes stayed fixed on her husband, the sleepy smile never leaving her flushed face. Of course they all knew what she expected. Sandra’s idea, Dale remembered, but adopted wholeheartedly by cruel Emma. “I’m sorry for my pathetic cock,†Dale mumbled, his eyes on the floor. Sandra’s laughter filled the dark room as she savored his humiliation. “What was that? Speak up,†Emma demanded. Her eyes glowed with some deep inner fire as Dale looked up at his wife across the length of the bed. The smile never left her pretty face. “I’m sorry for my pathetic cock, Emma,†Dale managed. While Sandra cackled wickedly, Emma smirked down at her defeated husband, reveling in her power. “That’s ok, honey,†she said condescendingly. “I have Sandra to please me now.â€