William earned lots of good husband points this week so I allowed him a session of worshipping my feet. He was kissing and massaging my feet and admiring the fresh pedicure he had done earlier in the evening. We were talking about how our arrangement was going and he asked permission to move up my legs. He was getting excited I think and asked if he could taste my nectar and I said he could.

It was a relaxed and tender moment. He was licking me gently while I stroked his hair and we talked. He asked about my earlier decision that he would no longer be allowed to put his penis inside me. He asked if I was serious and I said that I was.

He asked me to tell him again why and I told him that intercourse is the act of a dominant man and, since I am training him to be submissive, it doesn’t seem to be compatible with that. He asked me if I thought that I would ever miss having a penis inside me.

I told him, “I never said that I wouldn’t have a penis inside me, just that you would never be allowed to put your penis inside me.”

He said, “Whose penis would you have inside you?”

“I don’t know, if I felt the need I’m sure I could find somebody”

“But, it would still be a dominant act for him.”

“Yes, that’s true. But if I decided that I wanted that, it would naturally be a dominant man I would do that with.”

“But, why would you want something like that?”

“I don’t know. There might be a time when I’m feeling tired of the stress of always having to be in charge at my job and here at home, and I might want someone who can give me a break from that. I might want that feeling of a man coming in, taking charge of me and allowing me the luxury of completely letting go.”

“I could do that for you,” he said plaintively.

“No,sweetie, you’re not made that way. You’re a natural submissive. You don’t have it in you to be any other way. This man would have to be a natural dominant.” I was stroking his hair gently while he kissed me down there.

“I could try. I could pretend”, he said.

I said, “No, we each have our roles in life, sweetie. Your role is to be my submissive husband, It’s what you’re best suited for. My role is to be your dominant wife. You were the one who helped me realize that this is what I’m best suited for. If I ever decided I needed another man, he would be a natural dominant. He would be my stress reliever, my break from the routine.”

He was thrusting his tongue in and out of me as we talked. He came up for a breath and said, “Are you thinking of doing this?”

“No, I have no plan for anything like that at this time. But as the breadwinner for this family and the head of our household, if I ever felt I needed the relief from the stress, I might. I need to feel free to take care of myself, to manage my stress so that I can keep doing what we both need me to do, to lead us.”

He said, “It makes me sad to think that I’ll never be allowed to be inside you again.” I said, “But you’re getting to be inside of me right now and I know you like that, don’t you sweetie?” He thrust his tongue inside me again as I stroked his hair.