It was never hard for her to get what she wanted out of him. Especially since, from the very start, he had this habit of asking her if she ever needed or wanted everything, followed by him always satisfying her requests, almost without hesitation. He had moments of rebellion, when he would “wake up” all of the sudden dissatisfied with their situation and the ratio of effort being invested towards him, but he would quickly come around. Blanche shortly noticed a pattern where he would lose his patience with her, after masturbating.
For 24-48h she would have a harder time with him. He was not that obedient anymore and would put up a lot of resistance to her demands. Lucky her that he was wired to want to make her happy. Picking up on that, she started asking him not to masturbate anymore. At first, he wouldn’t even want to think about it. They had arguments on the topic and it was a recurrent talk. But she was insistent and he was biased. He wanted to satisfy himself when he felt like it and not have it depend entirely on her, but he did love her a lot and noticed they were sort of fighting more after he was masturbating. Slowly, in time, he tried doing it less and less until he eventually stopped doing it altogether, maybe only once or twice, per month, while she was on her period. So by now, Blanche knew she had him wrapped around her finger. She had purposefully delayed his orgasm for the last 4 days, for various reasons, mostly revolving around her not getting an orgasm yet and how she needed his full erect potential for it. He really loved her and wanted to satisfy her, so he put up his best to try and do that. Naturally, with each day that was passing by without him cumming, only to be teased, excited and denied an orgasm, he was lustier than before and more susceptible to any sexual activities or proposals.
“Ok, so what about we give it a try after dinner?” she asked, smiling at him with her carnal set of beautiful, white teeth showing.
Having had his train of thoughts interrupted, he snapped out of it, looked at her and replied slightly aloof:
“Sure, my love, however you want it”.
“Ok. I’ll remember that, though!” she giggled.
She was thinking about it for a long time now. She heard vague mentionings of this from some of her friends, stumbled upon some internet memes on the topic or articles, but what really set her off was this erotica story she found. It started slow, with some quite descriptive ass-eating scenes, which were shocking enough as they were, but everything turned far worse after.
The main idea was that there was this woman and this man and the man would serve the woman and cater to her every whim (sounds familiar? she asked herself, while reading, already being drawn to the premise, starting to feel a faded connection between her relationship’s dynamic and this new ass eating trend. Truth is, she didn’t really know what she was in for).
So the woman in this story decided to push the limits of her man’s adoration and started asking him to do things he wouldn’t otherwise do, wanting to see just how far he would go for her. Without getting into details, let’s just say that from ass eating, the couple developed into a Mistress-slave relationship, only deepening their pre-existent statuses, with him ending up as her living toilet. Yep, you read that right. Appalled was an understatement, when it comes to what Blanche fell, while reading this part of the story. She closed the browser, shut the laptop, turned away from her desk, got up and went outside. For quite some days she didn’t really think about it anymore.