<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/posts/making-of-wife-1-29976641">Click here</a> to read the first part of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="42274341" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>After college I got a job in New York City. It was a good job, too. I worked in finance and made a surprising amount of money, but none of that is particularly important. You want to know about the domination.</p><p>In six years of college (that includes time for a master’s degree) I learned an awful lot about my sexual preferences.</p><p>I slept with guys that liked to take control in the bedroom, and while it was often pleasurable, it never managed to reach the heights of arousal I felt when I was fully dominant. I got to a point where I would choose a less attractive, submissive guy over a gorgeous, dominant guy. As much fun as it can be to get fucked, it’s so much more fun to be the one in control.</p><p>By the time I graduated and moved onto the professional part of my life, I was largely done with fucking guys that weren’t submissive. It just wasn’t satisfying enough.</p><p>That lack of desire for a traditional alpha male made working in finance a lot easier. It was a profession dominated by those types of guys and they sure loved to hit on the women in the office.</p><p>As someone with experience dominating guys, I didn’t find it nearly as off putting as some of my female coworkers. Most of the time I blew off someone hitting on me with something like, “Dream on,” or “You couldn’t satisfy me if your life depended on it.” The funny thing was, it was almost always true. They were totally the kinds of guys that thought if you fucked a woman hard and long enough that you were satisfying her (hint: that’s almost never the case).</p><p>A few of the guys in the office found my responses insulting. Those were the insecure guys, who were the most loathsome of all. They’d come back time and again, telling me that they’d fuck my brains out and make me cum harder than any guy ever had. I’d tell them I wasn’t interested. I’d tell them they were pathetic.</p><p>One of these guys was named Tony. He was also the first man I ever met that genuinely got off on truly harsh treatment. He absolutely loved verbal abuse, a fact that I discovered quite accidentally in the elevator one day.</p><p>We both happened to be heading out for lunch at the same time. I hoped someone else would join us to save me from yet another round of Tony’s pathetic ranting about how he had the kind of sexual skill to make a woman like me cum. Alas, no one else joined us. Predictably, Tony started in almost immediately.</p><p>“You’re wrong about me, you know,” he said. “Dead fucking wrong. I know what I’m doing. Why don’t we go down to the parking lot? I’ll bend you over the boss’s car and fuck you until you’re squirting all over my cock.”</p><p>I’m sure there are women in the world that would enjoy being bent over a car and fucked, but I promise you they’re not that common. Porn makes guys think they are, but they’re really not. So when a guy says something like that, you know he probably doesn’t know much of anything about actually making a woman cum.</p><p>This little exchange in the elevator was the last straw for me. I’d had enough, so I turned to Tony, looked him up and down and smiled. My voice was venomous as I said, “You’re a pathetic excuse for a man and we both know you’ve never made a woman cum with that little peanut you call a cock.”</p><p>He looked shocked, but I didn’t see even a hint of anger on his face. I looked down and saw what seemed to be a growing erection in his pants. I stepped closer and looked into his eyes.</p><p>“You’re not a man, Tony. You’re a sad little boy that needs to be taken over his mommy’s knee and spanked until he cries. You’d be lucky if I sat on your face and slapped your balls while you ate my ass like the little bitch that we both know you are.”</p><p>I looked down and saw a full erection in the pants of his expensive suit.</p><p>“Look at that little thing,” I said. “Even if I let you bend me over the boss’s car I wouldn’t be able to feel you inside me, you pathetic worm. I should bring a strapon to work, bend you over his car, and savage your ass until you’re begging for me to stop.”</p><p>Just then the elevator dinged and the door opened for our floor.</p><p>“Stay right there,” I said.</p><p>Tony didn’t move. I pressed the floor for the parking garage and the door closed.</p><p>“Follow me,” I said as the door opened to reveal row after row of the luxury cars driven by the dozens of well-paid executives that worked in our building.</p><p>I took us to a row of cars on the far end of the garage and pointed to the ground between two SUVs.</p><p>“Get on your fucking knees, you pathetic pig of a man,” I said.</p><p>Much to my delight, Tony did as he was told without protest.</p><p>“Take out your little dicklet,” I demanded as I stood over him.</p><p>Tony unzipped his pants and revealed his cock. It looked even smaller than I expected.</p><p>“You’ve probably heard this before, but your cock is worthless. That little thing will never pleasure a woman. It will never make a woman cum. It will never offer a woman the kind of satisfaction she seeks. You better work hard, Tony, because the only chance you stand at landing a worthy wife is if you make a ton of money, and even then she’s going to cheat on you. She’s going to fuck someone else and make you pay for it.”</p><p>Tony groaned and reached for his cock. He wrapped his fingers around it and stroked himself furiously.</p><p>I stepped forward and slapped his face hard enough for the sound to reverberate through the parking garage. The rush I felt in that moment was intense. I’d never physically punished a guy before. It was all verbal domination. I hadn’t even spanked someone at that point.</p><p>“I didn’t give you permission to play with your dicklet, Tony. How dare you?” I said.</p><p>“I’m sorry,” Tony said.</p><p>“You should be. You’re going to have to learn to listen, Tony. I suspect you’re going to marry a woman that likes to be in control and she’ll divorce your ass and take half your money if you’re not good at listening.”</p><p>“I’ll do better,” he said.</p><p>I understand that most women don’t really like it when a guy grovels. I am not like most women. It’s not that I find groveling particularly attractive. I like it when a guy does it because he’s in a place of complete submission. In Tony’s case, I liked it because I knew I had him where I wanted him. I knew he’d do whatever I said.</p><p>“Yes, you will,” I added before stepping closer and looking down at the pathetic weasel of a man kneeling in front of me.</p><p>“Kiss my shoes, you pathetic pig,” I said.</p><p>Calling him a pig filled me with lust. Seeing him bend over and immediately start kissing the black pumps I was wearing was even more arousing.</p><p>“Lick them,” I demanded.</p><p>Tony ran his tongue all over the surface of my shoes. He was vigorous. I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d been to a professional domme before or if he was discovering his submissiveness as I was doling out humiliating commands.</p><p>I lifted my shoe and showed Tony the bottom. I knew it was dirty. How could it not be? I’d walked from the subway to the office that day.</p><p>“Lick it, pig,” I said.</p><p>Tony groaned and did it immediately. I got the feeling he loved being called a pig.</p><p>“Stroke your pathetic dicklet as you lick my filthy shoe, pig,” I demanded.</p><p>Tony moaned louder as he masturbated.</p><p>“Cum,” I said.</p><p>Moments later, the kind of groan that signals an orgasm escaped Tony’s lips. I pulled my shoe away and he sat up again. I saw a puddle of his semen on the smooth concrete floor of the parking garage.</p><p>“Lick it up,” I demanded.</p><p>Tony gave me a look I’d already become familiar with. It’s the look that a submissive man gives when he’s been ordered to do something after he’s had his orgasm. It’s a look of resistance. It’s a look that says, “I’m not into this anymore.”</p><p>“If you ever want to do this again you’ll lick up your cum right now, pig,” I said.</p><p>That look is usually easy to defeat. If a man is truly submissive he’ll be able to think past one orgasm. He’ll be able to consider the future and he’ll do what’s required to have another one.</p><p>Tony licked up his cum. Of course he did. Tony probably knew what I’d learned in college: Dominant women are few and far between. Submissive males far outnumber us, which means we get to pick and choose the men we want to be with. If Tony refused to lick up his cum I could have walked away and found another man to dominate. Luckily for him, he did what I wanted.</p><p>“I want a Cobb salad for lunch, Tony. Hurry the fuck up,” I said.</p><p>Tony scrambled to his feet, put his cock back in his pants, and scurried towards the stairway that would take him the two stories up to the street. I smiled and headed back to the elevator. I knew he and I were going to have fun together. I didn’t know I’d get fired for it, though.</p><p><br></p><p>For the next month I enjoyed an endless stream of kinky thrills by playing with Tony. It was my first experience with someone that craved such deep, overwhelming humiliation. In hindsight, I was doing the kind of thing that professional dommes get paid quite a bit of money for.</p><p>For me, playing with Tony was a way to stave off the boredom I felt at work while discovering new ways to thrill myself. I knew right away I wouldn’t want to date a man that craved such deep humiliation all the time, but it was fun to have a diversion at work and to see the devotion in his eyes.</p><p>There were times when I would pass Tony on the way to the bathroom or elevator and I’d see this kind of hopefulness in his eyes. I could see his craving for something nasty. Sometimes I’d give him a little taste by whispering “Pig” as he walked by.</p><p>Every once in a while I’d order Tony to go to the bathroom and jerk off into his hand. I’d demand that he eat it. Once I made him jerk off into his hand, put it in his mouth, and then hold it on his tongue as he went back to work. I instructed him to keep his cum on his tongue for as long as possible. He was only allowed to swallow when his job demanded it.</p><p>I learned a lot over the course of the month. I learned that some men are willing to do anything if it means the successful pursuit of their kinky fantasies. I learned that I could find pleasure in deeply humiliating a man. I learned that some men don’t have limits and that I could let my imagination run wild and I still might not come up with something that a deeply submissive man would refuse.</p><p>The most important lesson came the day I was fired. That’s when I learned that I needed to have better control over my impulses. Playing at work was stupid and it’s why I lost my job.</p><p>In hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have gone a week without an orgasm. There was a bit of a build-up, which meant I hit a place of wild arousal so much quicker.</p><p>Tony was a little late that day and when I saw him walk by my desk I felt this crazy rush of desire. All sorts of filthy thoughts ran through my head. I imagined making him eat his cum before he sat down at his desk. I imagined making him jerk off onto his desk so he could lick it up. I imagined him cumming in his morning coffee as a bit of yummy creamer.</p><p>I wanted more, though. I wanted to get off, and it didn’t take long before it felt like I absolutely needed to cum or I wouldn’t be able to get anything done at work. Ultimately, that’s where things went wrong.</p><p>I got up, strolled over to Tony’s desk, and leaned over to give him a view down my blouse. “Are you hungry, pig?” I asked in a low voice.</p><p>Tony looked up from my cleavage and nodded.</p><p>“Good. I’ll meet you in the supply closet in a few minutes. I want to see you on your back.”</p><p>I turned and walked away. I knew it was risky. People actually used the supply closet. I just didn’t care. I had a deep need to cum and a specific way in which I wanted it to happen.</p><p>I returned to my desk and waited for a few minutes. When I opened the supply closet door I smiled at the sight of Tony on his back. His cock was already hard, making a little tent in his slacks.</p><p>“What a good little piggy you are,” I said.</p><p>He groaned. He absolutely loved being called a pig.</p><p>“I know I usually feed you cum, piggy, but today there’s something else on the menu,” I said as I moved until I was standing over Tony’s face.</p><p>I lifted my skirt, pulled aside my panties, turned around and sat on his face.</p><p>“Eat my ass, pig,” I demanded.</p><p>Tony’s tongue went to work immediately. He flicked it back and forth over my asshole, just like I knew he would.</p><p>“That’s it, you filthy little fuck. Eat my ass. Devour it. Get your fucking tongue in there you disgusting pig.”</p><p>Tony moaned loudly, though the sound was largely smothered by my ass. I moaned too. His tongue felt good against my asshole, but it was the thrill of dominating him that was getting me off.</p><p>I’d had a sub worship my ass before. Many times, in fact. This was the first time I’d done it in such an aggressive manner, though. The first time is always extra thrilling, and I knew that if I flicked my fingers over my clit for just a few seconds I’d have a loud orgasm.</p><p>I grabbed Tony’s little cock through his slacks and stroked him up and down. I made him moan for me as he ate my ass. I seized control of his sexuality for just a handful of moments and found intense pleasure in the fact that he was clearly willing to do whatever the hell I wanted.</p><p>“Put your tongue in my ass, pig. Taste it. Get it deep in there like the little piggy bitch that you are,” I demanded.</p><p>Tony’s tongue penetrated my asshole. He slipped inside me and it seemed as though he couldn’t help but groan. I don’t know if it’s because it tasted gross and he loved it or if he was just getting off on being dominated.</p><p>Not long after, Tony began to groan like he was about to cum. It was unmistakable. His cock wasn’t even out. I was just jerking him off through his pants. That was enough to get him off though.</p><p>Moments after he unleashed a loud moan that bordered on a scream I saw a wet stain spread across the front of Tony’s pants. He’d cum. I’d made him cum without touching his bare cock. I felt oddly proud, like I’d picked the right way to bring him to a place of such intense arousal that he could get off with minimal stimulation.</p><p>I let go of his cock, pushed two fingers into my panties, and rubbed my clit. As I figured, it took only a few seconds to cum.</p><p>I sat up and rested. My ass cheeks were spread over Tony’s face and his tongue was still gently massaging my anus.</p><p>That’s when the hiring manager opened the supply closet door. “What the fuck!” she said. Based on the look on her face you’d have thought I was mutilating Tony’s body instead of sitting on his face.</p><p>It will not surprise you to learn that Tony and I were both fired that day. Thankfully, the hiring manager didn’t spread word of what we’d done. I think she worried it would look bad for the company.</p><p>I don’t remember being all that disappointed about losing my job. It wasn’t the job for me, honestly.</p><p>Tony seemed more disappointed that he and I wouldn’t be seeing each other anymore (he asked if we could keep playing and I declined).</p><p>I’ll always have fond memories of playing with him, though. He’s certainly among the kinkiest subs I’ve ever spent time with and I learned an awful lot with him.</p><p>Next time I’ll tell you about the experience that turned me on to strapon play.</p>