<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=making%20dominant%20wife">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="56113155" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“I love you.”</p><p>It was a little less than three months into our relationship when Henry uttered those words for the first time.</p><p>I got genuinely emotional. I kissed him and said, “I love you too.” It was true, too. It wasn’t one of those things where you panic and say it back to the person because you don’t want them to feel bad. It was genuine.</p><p>We were cuddled up on my couch at the time. We were watching a romantic comedy – I have a soft spot for those – and I was bundled up in a thick sweater. I was sitting on the far end of the couch and Henry was leaning into me as I ran my hands through his hair and over his body. I’d gotten into the habit of doing that. I liked it. It made me feel like he was mine and I know he absolutely loved it.</p><p>In many relationships – maybe even most – a moment like that might be followed by making love. That is not what happened in our relationship.</p><p>By that point we’d basically adopted a female led relationship, though we hadn’t officially put that description to it. Instead, Henry had simply proved to be wonderfully submissive in the bedroom and that had begun to seep out into the rest of our relationship. It was mostly small stuff like me picking the movies and the restaurants we ate at, but all of it seemed to bring him genuine pleasure. He was a true submissive (he still is, of course).</p><p>As you know, I’m a genuinely dominant person. I find deep pleasure in it and I always have. That’s why, in that moment, I directed Henry to his knees. I had him pull off my pants and my panties and I told him to kiss my thighs while I watched the movie.</p><p>He got as close as he could to my pussy without actually touching it while I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair. Eventually – it must have been ten minutes – I gave him permission to worship my pussy and make me cum.</p><p>He took his time, as I was hoping he would. He kissed and licked and tenderly touched my pussy, doing everything he could to elongate the experience and bring me to a place of intense lust before I climaxed.</p><p>It was genuine pussy worship and it was fitting for our relationship. It was what we both wanted. It was me telling him what to do and Henry putting in a tremendous effort to give me the pleasure I craved.</p><p>After a beautiful orgasm I pulled my panties back on and invited Henry back onto the couch. He cuddled up against me and I held him close as we watched the rest of the movie. I never touched his cock. He didn’t have an orgasm. He didn’t have sex with me. He simply served my needs. It was beautiful.</p><p><br></p><p>Henry and I did – and still do – have sex. Penetrative sex. His cock is nice. It’s not the kind of cock a girl writes home about or brags to her friends about, but it’s nice. It feels good inside me. Sometimes I even have a lovely orgasm when we have sex.</p><p>I like having sex with Henry. I like the connection that comes from it. I like kissing him and feeling him moving in and out of me. I like moaning for him and listening as he moans. I like the look on his face when he cums inside me. I like all of it. I just like other kinds of sex far better. I like to dominate him. I like to tease him. I like to deny him. I like to make him serve my pussy while forgoing an orgasm of his own.</p><p>Sometimes, Henry can get frustrated with the lack of traditional sex in our relationship. The first time it happened was a few weeks after we’d declared our love for each other, in fact.</p><p>We were in my bed. I was dressed in a satin nightie with a pair of matching panties and Henry was in his boxer shorts. We were indulging in a lengthy, beautiful make out session with lots of lusty touching.</p><p>Henry’s cock was rock hard in his underwear and I was mostly playing with him over his boxers, though I would occasionally reach inside and let him feel my warm, skilled fingers moving up and down his erection.</p><p>“Can we have sex?” he asked after a solid twenty minutes of foreplay.</p><p>“Do you miss my pussy?” I asked. He hadn’t been inside me in two weeks at that point.</p><p>“Desperately,” he replied.</p><p>I worked his underwear down and wrapped my fingers around his cock. I could feel my desire building, but it was almost entirely from the notion of teasing him. I wanted to drive him crazy and then refuse to let him inside me.</p><p>“Please,” Henry said.</p><p>I could hear the desperation in his voice. Most girlfriends would have had sex with their man at that point. I did not. I doubled down on teasing him.</p><p>I kissed Henry’s neck – he loves having his neck kissed – and I stroked him a little faster.</p><p>“Tell me how badly you miss my pussy,” I whispered.</p><p>“I think about it all the time,” he said. “I think about how good it feels to be inside you. I think about how wet and warm you are when I slide into you. I think about how you ride me or how you wrap your legs around me in missionary. I think about how good it feels to cum inside you. I miss it like I’ve never missed anything. I know it hasn’t been that long, but I miss it so badly.”</p><p>I straddled him, pulled my nightie over my head, and pulled my satin panties aside. I grasped Henry’s cock and rubbed the head along the entrance to my pussy. I took half the head inside me and he groaned. I moved back and forth a little, but I didn’t take more of him inside me.</p><p>“Please,” he said. “Please. Please. Just please take me inside you.”</p><p>I know some of you might not understand or might think I’m terrible, but his desperation made me wet. It turned me on so much more than having his cock inside me would have. Instead of taking him inside me, I lifted my hips and his cock slipped out of my pussy.</p><p>“No, no, please,” Henry said.</p><p>He reached up, grabbed my hips, and tried to pull me back down onto his cock. For just a moment, his desperation had turned into something a little bit off putting. I wasn’t worried that he was going to force himself into me, but I felt bad. I’d pushed him just a little too far.</p><p>I climbed off of him immediately. He’d stopped being submissive. He’d crossed into being a man completely lost in his lust.</p><p>“I’m sorry,” I said. “I shouldn’t have teased you so much. I misread your desire.”</p><p>“I’m sorry too,” Henry said as he stared at the ceiling. “I love that you’re so dominant. I really do. Our sex life is more satisfying than anything I’ve ever done with any woman I’ve dated. So much more satisfying.” He took a deep breath. “Sometimes the denial drives me a little bit crazy, though.”</p><p>I snuggled up next to him. My breasts pressed into his side. I kissed his chest. I reached between his legs and took his cock in my hand.</p><p>“The denial drives me crazy too. In a good way, though. It makes me absolutely wild for you. It fills me with a kind of desire I can’t describe. It’s like getting high without having to take a mind-altering drug.”</p><p>I looked up and saw his that Henry had his eyes closed as I stroked him.</p><p>“I’m always going to want that, Henry. I’ve wanted it ever since I started fooling around with guys. That’s who I am,” I explained.</p><p>“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry.”</p><p>“Don’t be sorry,” I replied.</p><p>I let his cock go, pulled my panties off, and climbed on top of him. Instead of straddling his cock I straddled his face.</p><p>“Make me cum, Henry,” I said. “Use your tongue.”</p><p>I lowered my pussy onto his face and saw the lust wash over Henry. His tongue attacked my clit with great fervor. Despite his frustration he was committed to getting me off. It took less than 30 seconds.</p><p>“I told you it drove me crazy,” I said after the orgasm.</p><p>My pussy still hovered over his face as Henry lifted his head from the pillow and kissed my wet flesh.</p><p>I smiled and dragged my body down his. I left a trail of slippery juice on his chest and stomach and then swallowed his cock with my cunt.</p><p>“Oh fuck,” he said.</p><p>There was no teasing this time. I rode Henry. I rode him hard and fast. I took him inside me and I milked his cock. I’m pretty sure it was less than 30 seconds before he came inside me.</p><p>“Thank you,” he said afterwards.</p><p>“I love you, Henry,” I said as I laid on his chest.</p><p>He moved his hands through my hair and down my back. “I love you too.”</p><p><br></p><p>“Don’t think of it as a punishment,” I said.</p><p>Henry looked down at his cock – which I’d just locked in a steel chastity device – and looked back up at me with understandable skepticism.</p><p>“How is this not a punishment?” he asked.</p><p>I stepped closer and pulled his t-shirt off, leaving him naked. I stripped in front of him and pressed my body against his for a long, deep kiss.</p><p>Ten seconds into the kiss he groaned for the first time. His cock was trying to get hard in the cage. He was feeling the ache of chastity for the first time in his life. I refused to stop kissing him. I sucked on his tongue. I ran my hands over his back and grabbed his ass. I moaned for him.</p><p>“How does it feel?” I asked after the kiss.</p><p>“Good,” he said. “I mean, it kind of hurts, but I really like it. Is that crazy? That sounds crazy to me. I don’t know.”</p><p>“Maybe you like that I have total control over your orgasms now,” I said. “Maybe you like that I’m being the dominant girl you fell in love with. Maybe you like that you <em>are</em> being punished just a little bit.”</p><p>Henry smiled and stepped closer. He kissed me. I leapt into his arms and he grabbed my naked ass as I wrapped my legs around him. I gently moved my pussy over his locked cock as my tongue moved in and out of his mouth.</p><p>“I knew it was a punishment,” he said, though this time there was a smile on his face.</p><p>“It’s a necessity,” I said as he put me down. “I don’t think I’ll keep it around forever, but you’re going to wear it for a while. It seems like the easiest way for you to learn that I’m in control of your orgasms. It’s been that way since our first date and I intend on keeping it that way for as long as we’re together.”</p><p>Henry looked down at his locked cock and back up at me. “I’d wear this forever,” he said. “I mean, for you I would.”</p><p>That was one of those moments where I felt all mushy inside, like I was a girl in a romantic comedy whose boyfriend had just declared his everlasting love. I think guys imagine that dominant girls don’t feel that way, but we do. Just because we like to be in control doesn’t mean we don’t appreciate a romantic gesture.</p><p>We’d been together four months at that point but I’d already been thinking about the future and it seemed that Henry had been doing the same.</p><p>“Hopefully it won’t come to that,” I said as I reached out and caressed his balls. “Why don’t you get in the bed?”</p><p>Henry got on his back in bed and I straddled him and kissed my way down his body. I listened to him moan and heard him giggle a few times as I kissed a ticklish spot on his stomach.</p><p>The moans returned when I kissed his cock cage. I’d bought one of the steel ones that had little openings where his flesh would poke out. It had gotten great reviews for people into long term wear and I figured Henry was going to spend a fair amount of time in the cage at first.</p><p>“Oh, wow,” Henry said as I took his caged cock into my mouth for the first time.</p><p>I’d never given a chastity blowjob before, but it seemed like a perfect way to tease him. It turns out I was right.</p><p>“Fuck, wow,” Henry said as I took it all into my mouth and ran my tongue over the bottom while sucking hard.</p><p>“What does that feel like?” I asked.</p><p>“It’s really weird. It’s a blowjob that I can’t actually enjoy,” he said. “Though I suppose that’s the point.”</p><p>I took his caged cock into my mouth again and Henry groaned in a way that turned me on. There was a mixture of pleasure and pain in his voice that I loved.</p><p>“That is the point,” I said. “And if you hadn’t failed at controlling your desires you might be getting a real blowjob right now. Instead, this is the only kind of blowjob you’re getting for a long, long time.”</p><p>I kissed and licked his balls as Henry offered a sad, resigned look. Yes, he was being punished. Yes, I was locking him up to teach him a lesson about controlling his desires. Yes, I was exerting a deeper sense of control over him.</p><p>I rose up from between his legs and sat across his locked cock. I grasped it by the base and rubbed it over my pussy, which was absolutely soaked. It was actually wet enough that rubbing the little cage over it generated these wonderfully wet sounds that soon filled the room.</p><p>“It’s a shame you’re all locked up,” I said. “I could really use a good fucking.”</p><p>I saw the beautiful frustration on Henry’s face and it only made me wetter. I knew he was turned on. I knew he wanted to be inside me. He hadn’t had an orgasm since that night when I’d ridden him. Now he was locked up and horny and he wasn’t getting out until I said so.</p><p>Still, that frustration didn’t bubble over and get ugly. In fact, the cage seemed to fulfill its purpose.</p><p>“I love you so much,” Henry said as I teased his locked cock with my wet pussy. “I do. I want to be with you forever.”</p><p>I leaned down and kissed him as my cunt swallowed his locked cock.</p><p>“I feel the same way,” I said.</p><p>I dragged my pussy up his chest and dropped it onto his mouth, which was not an uncommon occurrence in my bedroom.</p><p>“I also feel like I want you to make me cum, so get to work,” I said with a laugh.</p><p>I lowered my wet pussy onto Henry’s mouth and he got down to business. He ate my pussy like a good boy. He made me cum three times that afternoon and each orgasm was better than the last.</p><p>Next time I’ll tell you how long I made Henry stay in chastity for that first time and I’ll tell you about the first time I took his ass.</p>