Carmen and Ali
It started out innocently enough, Carmen, simply putting some of her underthings away in Ali drawer by mistake when some of her things stuck to his. Carmen had teased him about potentially looking good in something like a thong, to which Ali responded in likely fashion, and rather hypocritically since Ali liked the way such things looked on Carmen. They weren't truthfully her favorites either, but She wore them for him once in a while to tease him up. The misplaced underthings in question were not truly a thong in the traditional sense either, but quite brief and intrusive, and not worn in some time as they were thought lost in our apartment's laundry machines.
Carmen and Ali were nearly newlyweds at the time, living together, and like most of our friends in similar circumstances, struggling to get used to living with each other. Their sex was wonderfully passionate, and frequent, but sometimes they argued about the most outlandish things just as passionately, and just having one such stupid argument Carmen was in bed trying to calm down while Ali was in the shower likely doing the same. We were of the same apparent personality, dominate leaders, hence their clashes as like minded people rarely click in the long term.
Carmen's husband came out and fished in his drawer without really looking trying not to disturb me, (that in it's own way a signal to Carmen of his impending surrender), stepping into Carmen misplaced black panties and nearly getting it all the way up before he realized something wasn't quite right in the dim light. Carmen turned the bed side light on then and nearly choked, she laughed so hard, as did he when he saw what he was unintentionally trying to do.
With their argument instantly forgotten she jokingly suggested that this at least settled the argument of who was to wear the pants in their new family, (at least for now), Carmen then telling him he looked good in them much the same way he did for her.
"Pull them all the way up" She commanded, testing the new power she wished to wield over him. Their apartments didn't allow pets, but I thought a pet husband could be an acceptable alternative, if trainable.
Carmen was joking, but as incredible as it seemed Ali did as Carmen commanded, Her feeling the power Carmen suddenly had to control him. They weren't designed for Ali, or for any man, the little rear strap going deep and the tiny triangle of cloth in front not able to contain his growing manhood. Ali was raging hard for Carmen by the time he got himself situated, he obviously very excited to either be wearing Carmen panties, or possibly to be under Carmen temporary control.
Seizing the moment, (how often does one get an opportunity like this?), Carmen told him he was officially wearing the black panties of submission, and Carmen was in charge. This did nothing to dampen his spirit, and he looked about to pop off right in front of Carmen without the slightest touch, a good half of him not contained behind that tiny triangle of thin cloth. To capture the moment She snapped off a picture with her phone, Ali doing nothing to stop her in an unusual display of passive acceptance, Ali even pirouetting for Carmen so she could snap several more when she rotated her finger in the air. His hairy body and legs spoiled the look, but there was a simple solution for that.
Carmen pointed at Ali side of the bed and he silently got in, and he put his hands behind his back as if they were pinned there when Carmen told him not to touch. Carmen rolled on her side and just touched him there with her finger, and Ali spasmed several times as Carmen had never seen him do before. Carmen knew men well enough to know he would do almost anything to be allowed to pop off, and this the opportunity of a lifetime to see what Carmen could get him to agree to with her power over him.
"Here's the way of it dear, I think I might like wearing the proverbial pants once in a while, and I think you might like wearing the panties of submission once in a while as well, certainly they fit you." Carmen husband didn't get her intended humor at the time, Carmen meaning "fitting for you" instead of fitting Ali male proportions, which they clearly weren't designed to do even if he weren't aroused.
Ali was nodding his head emphatically, his man hardware bobbing as well and looking painful it was so hard, looking like I had wrapped a tourniquet about it's base. It's veins were bulging under the surface of it's thin skin, and She became concerned he might damage himself if he didn't deflate soon and return normal blood flow to the area. Still he didn't touch himself, proving to Carmen his ability to be trained, or his latent desire to be controlled by another despite his history of man posturing with Carmen suggesting dominant traits that now were in question.
"Since tomorrow is Saturday, you will wear those the entire day, and I will go out shopping for some things while you clean this place top to bottom, including the dishes and wash. If you clean this place to my standards I will give you a nice surprise, if not, a not so nice one. In exchange for promising to do the housework tomorrow I am willing to allow you to cum now, but only if you promise to do whatever I say afterwards."
Ali nodded his head again far too easily, and Carmen knew right then that she could have demanded so much more, but with my pictures and his open ended promise Carmen knew she owned him already. "Whatever I say afterwards" after all implied until the end of time.
Carmen girlfriends had warned her about the difference between pre orgasm, and post orgasm man promises, the former usually completely forgotten as soon as the deed was done. Carmen intended to never allow that precedent with him in the first place, his word would be his word, no matter when it was given. To his credit he had never tried to wiggle out of any agreements with me before, but this was a bold new territory for both of us, and never had Carmen had this kind of leverage over him.
Satisfied with his nonverbal commitment to Carmen. She laid Her bare leg over Ali hairy one and nuzzled his new panties from the bottom with her knee, then She set about tapping him again in torment with just her index finger as he twitched in rhythm with my touches. Ali looked as if he were having a seizure as his hips made little thrusting motions seconds later, Carmen never seeing such an intense response from him as he erupted without a single stroke. His mess went from his pillow to his belly before the squirts eventually stopped and he deflated, they only missing his red face because he turned his head at the last instant in combination with the fact that his man hardware wasn't trapped in perfect symmetry behind his new panties. What a power to have over a man Carmen thought to myself, knowing he would do anything just to get more of the same, proverbial ruined orgasm or not.
He was still panting and coming down when Carmen scooped up some of what had landed on his pillow with the same finger that just brought him off, we looking into each other's eyes, but Carmen was smiling. Ali looked afraid and slightly ashamed, but didn't flinch when Carmen pressed her messy finger to his now shut lips, Ali then snorting through his nose comically with his lips clamped shut, no doubt smelling his mess with every breath. We stared each other down until he nibbled at my finger in submission, he then taking her digit into his mouth and sucking it clean without being asked. It was highly erotic, if not taboo, and to drive the point home Carmen fed him all of the seed She could scoop up on her finger, he submitting to Carmen fully by lapping up every sticky drop despite his post orgasmic low.
That taboo first step with Ali was far easier than I thought it would be, and I knew if She played this new game right we could both have a lot of fun with his new found submission. Ali at least knew Carmen could, Ali having the potential to be Carmen obedient pet husband when she felt the desire to get her way, or when he felt the desire to let her. Certainly Carmen would have some more help around the apartment now, and for her that was a good start.
Anything meant any thing, and cleaning their little apartment shouldn't be a problem for a submissive man with a commitment, certainly one who just had demonstrated his ability to clean up his own little mess while laying next to Carmen. That was a precedent of it's own, and she already had plans of how Carmen might use this little new skill Ali seemed not to mind at all.
"Sweetheart, your panties will need to be hand washed in the morning, along with my other delicates, and obviously the sheets will have to be changed and laundered as well."
With that said Carmen rolled over on her clean side of the bed and went to sleep, dreaming of what a sometimes submissive man could be made to do to get another like the orgasm she just saw. Ali obviously never hand washed Carmen delicates, if she had this little opportunity would never had come to be, but Carmen had a feeling the black panties of submission might help provide that service for her in the future, as well as a great many others (heather). Carmen knew then that she had some homework to do, not about husbands, but about the finer points of training a pet. Carmen already had a husband, and now she wanted a pet husband to replace him with. Men are wonderful, and useful, but pets are obedient, certainly if well trained...
Carmen and Ali were nearly newlyweds at the time, living together, and like most of our friends in similar circumstances, struggling to get used to living with each other. Their sex was wonderfully passionate, and frequent, but sometimes they argued about the most outlandish things just as passionately, and just having one such stupid argument Carmen was in bed trying to calm down while Ali was in the shower likely doing the same. We were of the same apparent personality, dominate leaders, hence their clashes as like minded people rarely click in the long term.
Carmen's husband came out and fished in his drawer without really looking trying not to disturb me, (that in it's own way a signal to Carmen of his impending surrender), stepping into Carmen misplaced black panties and nearly getting it all the way up before he realized something wasn't quite right in the dim light. Carmen turned the bed side light on then and nearly choked, she laughed so hard, as did he when he saw what he was unintentionally trying to do.
With their argument instantly forgotten she jokingly suggested that this at least settled the argument of who was to wear the pants in their new family, (at least for now), Carmen then telling him he looked good in them much the same way he did for her.
"Pull them all the way up" She commanded, testing the new power she wished to wield over him. Their apartments didn't allow pets, but I thought a pet husband could be an acceptable alternative, if trainable.
Carmen was joking, but as incredible as it seemed Ali did as Carmen commanded, Her feeling the power Carmen suddenly had to control him. They weren't designed for Ali, or for any man, the little rear strap going deep and the tiny triangle of cloth in front not able to contain his growing manhood. Ali was raging hard for Carmen by the time he got himself situated, he obviously very excited to either be wearing Carmen panties, or possibly to be under Carmen temporary control.
Seizing the moment, (how often does one get an opportunity like this?), Carmen told him he was officially wearing the black panties of submission, and Carmen was in charge. This did nothing to dampen his spirit, and he looked about to pop off right in front of Carmen without the slightest touch, a good half of him not contained behind that tiny triangle of thin cloth. To capture the moment She snapped off a picture with her phone, Ali doing nothing to stop her in an unusual display of passive acceptance, Ali even pirouetting for Carmen so she could snap several more when she rotated her finger in the air. His hairy body and legs spoiled the look, but there was a simple solution for that.
Carmen pointed at Ali side of the bed and he silently got in, and he put his hands behind his back as if they were pinned there when Carmen told him not to touch. Carmen rolled on her side and just touched him there with her finger, and Ali spasmed several times as Carmen had never seen him do before. Carmen knew men well enough to know he would do almost anything to be allowed to pop off, and this the opportunity of a lifetime to see what Carmen could get him to agree to with her power over him.
"Here's the way of it dear, I think I might like wearing the proverbial pants once in a while, and I think you might like wearing the panties of submission once in a while as well, certainly they fit you." Carmen husband didn't get her intended humor at the time, Carmen meaning "fitting for you" instead of fitting Ali male proportions, which they clearly weren't designed to do even if he weren't aroused.
Ali was nodding his head emphatically, his man hardware bobbing as well and looking painful it was so hard, looking like I had wrapped a tourniquet about it's base. It's veins were bulging under the surface of it's thin skin, and She became concerned he might damage himself if he didn't deflate soon and return normal blood flow to the area. Still he didn't touch himself, proving to Carmen his ability to be trained, or his latent desire to be controlled by another despite his history of man posturing with Carmen suggesting dominant traits that now were in question.
"Since tomorrow is Saturday, you will wear those the entire day, and I will go out shopping for some things while you clean this place top to bottom, including the dishes and wash. If you clean this place to my standards I will give you a nice surprise, if not, a not so nice one. In exchange for promising to do the housework tomorrow I am willing to allow you to cum now, but only if you promise to do whatever I say afterwards."
Ali nodded his head again far too easily, and Carmen knew right then that she could have demanded so much more, but with my pictures and his open ended promise Carmen knew she owned him already. "Whatever I say afterwards" after all implied until the end of time.
Carmen girlfriends had warned her about the difference between pre orgasm, and post orgasm man promises, the former usually completely forgotten as soon as the deed was done. Carmen intended to never allow that precedent with him in the first place, his word would be his word, no matter when it was given. To his credit he had never tried to wiggle out of any agreements with me before, but this was a bold new territory for both of us, and never had Carmen had this kind of leverage over him.
Satisfied with his nonverbal commitment to Carmen. She laid Her bare leg over Ali hairy one and nuzzled his new panties from the bottom with her knee, then She set about tapping him again in torment with just her index finger as he twitched in rhythm with my touches. Ali looked as if he were having a seizure as his hips made little thrusting motions seconds later, Carmen never seeing such an intense response from him as he erupted without a single stroke. His mess went from his pillow to his belly before the squirts eventually stopped and he deflated, they only missing his red face because he turned his head at the last instant in combination with the fact that his man hardware wasn't trapped in perfect symmetry behind his new panties. What a power to have over a man Carmen thought to myself, knowing he would do anything just to get more of the same, proverbial ruined orgasm or not.
He was still panting and coming down when Carmen scooped up some of what had landed on his pillow with the same finger that just brought him off, we looking into each other's eyes, but Carmen was smiling. Ali looked afraid and slightly ashamed, but didn't flinch when Carmen pressed her messy finger to his now shut lips, Ali then snorting through his nose comically with his lips clamped shut, no doubt smelling his mess with every breath. We stared each other down until he nibbled at my finger in submission, he then taking her digit into his mouth and sucking it clean without being asked. It was highly erotic, if not taboo, and to drive the point home Carmen fed him all of the seed She could scoop up on her finger, he submitting to Carmen fully by lapping up every sticky drop despite his post orgasmic low.
That taboo first step with Ali was far easier than I thought it would be, and I knew if She played this new game right we could both have a lot of fun with his new found submission. Ali at least knew Carmen could, Ali having the potential to be Carmen obedient pet husband when she felt the desire to get her way, or when he felt the desire to let her. Certainly Carmen would have some more help around the apartment now, and for her that was a good start.
Anything meant any thing, and cleaning their little apartment shouldn't be a problem for a submissive man with a commitment, certainly one who just had demonstrated his ability to clean up his own little mess while laying next to Carmen. That was a precedent of it's own, and she already had plans of how Carmen might use this little new skill Ali seemed not to mind at all.
"Sweetheart, your panties will need to be hand washed in the morning, along with my other delicates, and obviously the sheets will have to be changed and laundered as well."
With that said Carmen rolled over on her clean side of the bed and went to sleep, dreaming of what a sometimes submissive man could be made to do to get another like the orgasm she just saw. Ali obviously never hand washed Carmen delicates, if she had this little opportunity would never had come to be, but Carmen had a feeling the black panties of submission might help provide that service for her in the future, as well as a great many others (heather). Carmen knew then that she had some homework to do, not about husbands, but about the finer points of training a pet. Carmen already had a husband, and now she wanted a pet husband to replace him with. Men are wonderful, and useful, but pets are obedient, certainly if well trained...
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