My name is Jenny. It’s the name I go by when I work. You see, I am a phone sex girl, and I specialize in one thing:
How do you become a femdom wife? Let me tell you: It’s all in the mind… But allow me back track a little. I wasn’t always the femdom type and if anyone had mentioned orgasm denial to me before becoming the cock control expert I have become, I would have probably nodded because I understood what each word meant, but most assuredly would have not understood the real implication of its true purpose, orgasm denial implying that a woman can indeed have: Power over her husband through sex. Now, as you read this page, I am sure that the phrase: “the way to a man’s heart is true his belly” is reverberating loudly in your mind, and I was one those women brought up on the premises that if you wanted to keep your husband happy, you had to make sure he was properly fed. And thus, as soon as I got married, (still married to the same man but it’s a been whilst since I’ve cooked a meal for him) I set out to do just that.
However, over the early years of our marriage, the only thing I actually controlled by the expanding girth of his waistline, and not much of anything else. We had one of those monotonous marriage where nothing ever took place, and during which our sex endeavors took all off 5 minutes after which my dear beloved would roll over to snore his enlightenment away whilst I was left sexually and emotionally frustrated.
And the more I fed him, the more he took me granted. One day, after a visit to his doctor where he was advised that his lifestyle had turned him into a diabetic, I realized that things had to be changed. It’s not easy to put a man on a diet when all you’ve done was to feed him, so I had to devise an angle to force him to cut down on the calories and thus lose weight. This is when I realized that the true way to a man’s happiness was not through his belly but through sex, and I could only ever achieve that if I changed my own behavior. So a weeks after the fateful visit, during which he had not managed to lose a single ounce, I told him I would only make come every time he lost three pounds.
It’s easy my dear, I told in a voice that surprised me. I am not touching your cock ever again, until you have lost 3 pounds. Then I’ll make you come, and wait for the next three pounds before doing it again.
He was flabbergasted but I could see he was also turned on. A week later I gave his an orgasm. The process of making his cock spurt all over the place was as exciting for me as it was for him. For the first time, I realized my true power over him. I call it cock control of course, now that I specialize in phone sex domination and have become an expert at femdom orgasm denial and I owe it all to my dearest husband. He has now lost all the excess weight that dragged him down and enjoys his fair share of sex, when, and only when it suits me to give it to him.