Does Having A Dominant Personality Make You Dominant in the Bedroom?

Does having a dominant personality make you dominant in the bedroom? Read on to find out.

My wife, Shirley, and I live in a sleepy little beach town on the coast of Oregon. Everybody knows everyone and everybody’s business. Gossip sometimes gets the better of the place, but Shirley and I pretty much keep out of it.

Shirley, she’s pretty quiet. She’s an official “Oprah Book Club” member, likes to read a lot. She likes long walks along the beach, too. She works as an office manager at a law office. One of the reasons she got the job is because of her quiet and fair-minded personality. That’s one of the reasons I fell for her—her quiet and sweet temperament. The other reason—is because she’s a bitch femdom in the bedroom.

You heard it right. She makes me kiss her feet and clean out her ass with my tongue. And that’s just the start.

Queen of Pies

Shirley is known in our neighborhood as the “Queen of Pies.” She bakes apple and key lime for the neighbors. But the only one eating pie in our bedroom is me— a “ cuckold cream pie.”

That soupy mix of Shirley’s cum and another man’s cum after he’s fucked her! My job is to clean her cunt hole so her stud can pump her pussy and shoot his load all over again.

The First Time She Was Dominant With Me

Shirley didn’t start out as the femdom that she is— she saved that treat for our honeymoon night. During our courtship, she was shy and quiet, the do anything I wanted woman, in and out of bed. But on our honeymoon night, after we drank, danced, and said our I-do’s, the femdom erupted! She threw me on the bed and sat on my face. Her pussy fuzz smothered my face as she rode my tongue until her cunt juice covered my face and filled my nostrils.

Finished, she got off of my face, shoved me onto the floor and told me to strip. I was so shocked, I did it. My cock was rock hard, swaying upright on its own. She ordered me to masturbate while she fingered herself. When I was about to cum, she stopped me, made me watch her while she would orgasm. We did that two more times; she’d squirt her cum juice and stop me from cumming! My whole body buzzed, I was so fucking horny and on edge.

She ordered me into the shower to bathe her. I washed and worshipped every inch of her, my cock hard as hell the whole time. I dried her, oiled her and slipped on her nightie, before kissing her and tucking her into bed. She ordered me not to masturbate, kissed me and gently rubbed my back until I fell asleep.

The Next Morning

When I woke up the next morning, she was already out of bed. I kept asking myself, what the hell happened last night? After I shaved and showered, still no wife. I was dressed and about to call her, when the suite door opened.  In walked Shirley with a bag of bagels, cream cheese and a bottle of champagne.

“Good morning, honey,” she said in her usual shy voice. The hot femdom from the night before was gone.

The rest of our first full day as man and wife we spent snuggling, laughing, and exploring the sands of Maui’s beaches. Shirley made no mention of our spicy sex the night before, so neither did I. A part of me didn’t want it to happen again, but the bigger part of me craved it! The thought that my petite, demure wife was a powerful dom in bed got my cock harder than ever!

That night, we made out on the couch in our suite, went to bed and did it the good old way—me bellowing like a mule, Shirley quiet and responsive, but she never took charge. For the rest of our honeymoon that was how it was. I was crushed! The last night, I wanted her to dom me so bad I dropped hints all night. But nothing happened! Honeymoon over, we left Maui and went home with pictures, pineapples and that fading memory of our hottest sex ever!

Back At Home

We were exhausted the night we got back and ready for sleep. Shirley went upstairs to bed first. By the time I got upstairs, the lights were off and she was already asleep.

I went to shower. When I returned to the bedroom—Shirley threw a collar at me and ordered me down on all fours. You can imagine what happened next.  And it happens every night, when it’s time for my mistress wife to have the sex and her body worshipped the way she needs and deserves.

So, does having a dominant personality make you dominant in the bedroom? The surprising answer I found is, “No!”

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