I dominate my husband, Lewis, just about as much as I like, which is plenty. It doesn’t involve “fantasy gear,” weird makeup, whips, handcuffs and stuff like that. Which is handy, since I don’t dig leather that much. And there was no turning point when I suddenly got tough and handed down the “law.” I pretty much had Lewis eating out of my hand by the end of our first date!

I was used to guys practically groveling at my feet to get me into the sack, but Lewis kept it up afterward. I mean, the poor guy was still lovesick even after I’d fucked his brains out! I would have been crazy not to take advantage of the power that gave me. Besides, I didn’t want to deprive my little man of the joy of becoming even more hung up on me than he was already.

So I started doing little things like grabbing his cock and telling him that from now on it belonged exclusively to me. Guys dig hearing that stuff, especially if they’re nuts about you. And with Lewis I made it real serious, looking deep into his blue eyes and then watching his cock, which I had sucked dry five minutes before, stiffen to attention in my hand. Talk about instant obedience!

One way or another, I tried to keep my guy hot and horny for my bod all the time. Around the house I always went braless and pantyless. I wore the skimpiest cutoffs and halter tops, so I was always popping out, which I think is a whole lot sexier than just being naked and available. And for my home aerobics sessions, I put on these ragged, flimsy “Flashdance” outfits with huge armholes to show off my breasts.

Of course, the flip side of turning Lewis into a “sex-crazed wild man” was that I had to be in total control. I wanted Lewis ready to ravage me, with his tongue hanging out and his big cock all bunched up in his jeans crotch, but I just naturally preferred having him follow me around whining like a puppy dog until I finally agreed. And then, once we were in bed and with him still begging for it, I would take charge again.

It’s only recently that I started tying Lewis up. But other dominant stuff I just kind of made up, for the fun of it. Like seeing how long I could keep my guy teetering on the edge, ready to shoot his load, pleading to get off and knowing that the punishment for trying to jack himself off is real serious-like no sex for a week. Or making him jack off in front of one of my girlfriends, which I actually made him do once.

But I always try to keep it light-fun and games instead of that real heavy mistress-slave stuff. I don’t have to beat on my husband with whips or paddle his cute little buns for him to know who calls the shots in our marriage, and I think I have the happiest man “in captivity.”

Unlike every other husband you can think of, Lewis loves tagging along at my heels when I go shopping. He knows that when we get home, I’ll probably do a little modeling-andstriptease show for him with what I bought, and maybe, if he’s been a real good boy and I feel real generous, I’ll sit on his face the rest of the afternoon and let him slurp his favorite juice while I watch TV or talk on the phone to my girlfriends.

Another thing I like to do is lay naked on the bed and have my husband lick me all over, from head to toe, front and back. A long, leisurely tongue bath after a busy day relaxes me completely. Lewis, of course, is ever so quick to start his tongue in motion, for this oral caress of my flesh is but another way for him to exhibit his devotion to me. He won’t stop until ordered to do so.

This may sound pretty tame compared to dominant ladies who tattoo their slave husbands or chain’em up in the garage or make’em drink their golden showers. But that all sounds like too much work to me. Like the song says, I’m one of those girls who “just wanna have fun.”