My husband loves the female domination letters in Variations. They always arouse him greatly. I, however, am not excited by playing the dominant role; it makes me uncomfortable. The one concession I make to my husband’s need to be dominated is a game that he calls “the treatment” and I call “keeping him on his toes.”

Jack often asks me to masturbate him. I suppose this is unusual, since most men crave fellatio, but he loves my lubricated hands on his erect cock. His reaction to one of my expert handjobs is so intense that it always puts me in the mood for a long love-making session.

One evening, Jack was exercising in the bedroom, raising up on his toes to strengthen his calf muscles. He was really straining to complete his reps, and his strong legs looked great. Interested, I called him over to the bed so I could feel his muscular thighs. Soon I pulled down his shorts and began jerking him off.

I told Jack to remain on his toes, legs spread apart, so I could feel his thigh muscles twitch as I caressed his stiff cock. He was extremely responsive, verbalizing his pleasure with loud moans. Sitting on the side of the bed with my bare legs between his, I reached over to the nightstand and poured baby oil all over his cock. My oily hands skillfully and relentlessly worked over him. As Jack neared orgasm, he lowered his heels to the floor and started thrusting his hips.

“No!” I yelled. I stopped pumping his cock and let it jerk wildly in the air. “Get back up on your toes. Now!”

Bewildered, my husband strained to rise up on his toes, his poor cock huge and throbbing. He was really excited about me controlling him, and wordlessly, he slowly put his hands behind his back as if they were tied, and spread his legs farther apart. On his tiptoes, every muscle taut, he was a sight to behold.

I began to masturbate him again, feeling his body surge toward orgasm. I could have brought him off in a few quick strokes, but we were both enjoying this too much to end it so soon. I discovered that every time Jack neared orgasm, he would come down off his toes in order to thrust his hips. When that happened I immediately stopped caressing his angry cock and listened to his desperate pleas for more of my hand. I waited patiently until he calmed down before resuming my caresses.

With sweat running down his chest, and with his thigh muscles twitching involuntarily every time I stroked his sensitive cock, I brought him to the brink several more times before he gushed like a fire hose all over my pussy. When I told him to lick it off, he gave me such a smoldering look of love and devotion that I almost came then and there. He kept his hands behind his back as he knelt to lick his hot semen from my sex. Who knows what submissive fantasies were racing through his handsome head as he devoured my dripping pussy? I came violently from his tongue-lashing, and later we fucked passionately.

That was almost a year ago. Since then, “the treatment” has evolved into a highly erotic submissive scenario for my husband. Jack wants it almost every day, but we only engage in our secret game a few times a month. I usually “keep him on his toes” as a special reward for doing all the housework, taking me dancing, special weekend trips or buying me sexy gifts. I try not to abuse my man’s desire for domination, but I know that our marriage is stronger, our lovemaking more intense, and life more fun when I tend to his special need.

The variations of this game are endless. The two constants, however, are that I stop caressing Jack’s cock the second his heels touch the floor, and that he has to wait on his toes a full minute before I start over. Every time he fails to maintain this position, I order him to move his feet a few more inches apart. During prolonged sessions, he’s almost doing splits on his tiptoes! He looks so sexy with his legs set apart and his balls swinging free.

I recently introduced an additional degree of difficulty by blindfolding him with my pantyhose. I prepare his sexy mask by wearing the same hose, without panties, for two or three days. The ritual of wrapping his eyes and face with my scented pantyhose gives my husband a raging hard-on. It’s surprising how difficult it is for him to maintain his balance when the poor baby can’t see anything. He tells me that my strong womanly scent disorients him.

When Jack is in a particularly confident mood, I have him stand in the middle of the room with nothing to lean against. This is the ultimate challenge, one he hasn’t quite mastered yet. He struggles just to maintain his balance during the entire session. I only spend a few precious seconds masturbating him before he falls back on his heels. Strangely, this doesn’t seem to affect the strength of his erection or his enjoyment of the game. If anything, Jack’s hard purple cock jerks more wildly, his breathing is more ragged, and his moaning is louder when the difficulty level increases.

Part of the fun, of course, is making my horny husband lose his balance and have to start all over again. I have my special tricks to make him gasp or to buckle his knees. A sharp tug on Jack’s scrotal sac, a fingernail raked along the inside of his thigh, or a gentle probing of his tight asshole will cause him to lose his concentration. I sweetly scold him for his lack of discipline, and after a frustrating wait, treatment starts again. When all else fails, and Jack is straining toward a quick orgasm, I just push him off balance with my finger. I can be such a bitch at times.

The big unknown for my husband is whether or not I’m going to let him come before we fuck. If I allow him to reach an orgasm while I masturbate him, I try to aim his wild spurting at my nipples or pussy. The amount of semen that he shoots is astonishing; he makes quite a mess. I sternly instruct him to lick it off, and he never hesitates.

As a special treat, sometimes I take his ejaculate in my mouth. It’s almost more than I can hold at one time. Without swallowing, I immediately pull Jack down on the bed for a long, wet kiss. Our tongues entwine as I slowly give him back his semen and make him swallow every last drop. This excites me so much that I sometimes have an orgasm while we’re kissing!

My favorite thing is to quickly get on my hands and knees just as Jack is reaching the point of no return. At this point, I don’t care if he’s on his toes or not. I grasp his cock firmly and press it directly against my anus. The sensation of his semen drenching my pulsating asshole is outrageous, exceeded only by the feel of his frenzied tongue as he immediately licks me clean back there.

Just the thought of how nasty we must look drives me wild. All I have to do is touch my clitoris and I come explosively. Jack keeps his tongue on my asshole as I come, and continues to lick my crack as I whimper through several more orgasms. Afterward, I’m completely drained.

The idea of keeping my man quivering on his toes while I masturbate him to ecstasy is the ultimate example of feminine sexual power. Our innocent game inflames his primitive desires and eliminates all of his inhibitions. After a prolonged session, we enjoy magnificent sex. I’m continually delighted by his shameless lust after “the treatment.”

So, ladies, as a prelude to marvelous sex, or as a way of satisfying your lover’s need for female domination, do what I do — keep him on his toes.