You are reading this article because your womanly instincts tell you that your life would be enhanced by obtaining power over a man. But how do you get one who will cater to your every whim? How do you find a man who will abase and humiliate himself for your pleasure? You want a man who will remain naked at all times and lap your cunt on command. You want a man who will furnish his huge, hard cock for your pleasure rather than his. You want a man who will beg you to take him over your knees while you spank his ass to redness.
So you want a slave, but how do you get one? Well, you could dump the man you have and advertise in the alternative newspapers and on the internet. But what would you get? A wimp, a slob, a diseased pervert? A homicidal maniac? Who knows what's out there.
Be sensible! You've already got a man that appeals to you. You wouldn't be having sex with your husband or lover if you didn't find him appealing. You already know he hasn't any STDs to infect you. You know his cock is adequate and his body shape acceptable. There's your answer! Enslave your lover. Convince him that he wants to grovel before you naked and beg to suck your clit and lick your twat. Convince him he wants to stand before you and whack off before swallowing his own jizz. Convince him he wants to serve you and your friends as you command.
"Ah," you say. "But how do I do this?" Well, that's what you'll learn by reading on. Remember that you have three things going for you. Like all men, he wants to please you to keep the sex coming. Like all men, he subconsciously is fascinated by the concept of a dominant, sex-crazed woman. Finally, like all men, if he can be made to feel guilty he'll do anything to get off the hook.
So here's the plan. There's got to be a special day in your lives coming up. Your birthday or anniversary, perhaps. It doesn't really have to be special so long as you can convince him you think it is. It must be a day you can make a convincing case that he should treat as special. Then you do your best to direct his mind away from remembering it. You want him to forget it, in fact. You're looking for guilt, not presents or dinner out.
When you've decided on the day, find some subtle way to have him spend the bulk of that day doing something for his own pleasure. Golf or a hunting trip with the boys would be great. The trick is that he must not be able to say you suggested it. Perhaps a girlfriend could suggest to her lover/husband that he invite your man to the diversion. (She may want you to return the favor later, especially when she comes to realize how happy you are after you have enslaved your man.) This other guy, of course, must be an innocent dupe.
So the day arrives. Off he goes, all unsuspecting, with a quick peck on your cheek. As he goes out the door, you holler after him "See you around 3:00", knowing full well there's no way he can be back before 5:00. The trap is about to be sprung. To be on the safe side, by 3:00 you've bathed and put on your costume. Now is not the time for your domina outfit, but dress with a few surprises. A shirt without bra and a loose skirt without panties will be perfect for today's activities. If you often are pantless and braless, then go for some other scheme. Perhaps a naked twat framed by a grater belt, or crotchless panties. If your tits are often naked, then go for a bra with nipple holes or a shelf-bra. The idea is to startle and awe him when he suddenly realizes what you are wearing.
You should consider modifying your cunt hair. If you have an untrimmed bush, shape it. If it's already shaped, consider shaving it completely. If you already shave it, highlight it with lipstick. But do this only if it will give you a feeling of power when you later thrust your pussy in his face for adoration. After all, this is about you. Your poise during what is to follow is key.
Are you getting the picture? When he gets home you are going to throw him off balance. First with guilt and then with your lascivious demeanor, body and costume. Step by step you are going to get him to submit to your will. Today will not see him submitting to a buttfucking by the husband of your next-door neighbor while your friends cheer, but today will be the start down that road. Step by step you are going to reduce him to complete subservience. Do it right and he will worship your cunt in any way that you command. Fuck up and you are no worse off than you were-- advertisements are a fallback. Today is just the first baby steps towards his total subjection to cunt-slave, but you should have fun. He will too.
When he comes home lay on the guilt. This is no time to be the modern women. Play the poor, downtrodden helpless unreasonable female of the old-time movies. "Where have you been? You said you'd be home at 3:00 and it's nearly 5:00?" Ignore his protestations that he said no such thing. Then lay on the forgotten special day. "How could you go off with the boys on the anniversary of our first date? (or whatever)" If you can shed a few tears as you work yourself into a feigned snit, all the better. No man can stand a crying woman. He'll soon be apologizing and trying to make amends.
Be inconsolable and direct the conversation. Eventually he'll feel guilty enough and upset enough at your distress that he'll suggest trying to make it up to you. That's your opening, but don't pounce-stalk. "How can you make it up?" He'll start to make suggestions, but none please you. In fact, the more he tries, the more unhappy you become because you deem his suggestions inadequate to the offense.
Eventually he must come around to saying "What do you want me to do?" This is not your chance. It's just the next opening-keep stalking. The answer to this question is essentially "As though you'd really do what I wanted!" This should get him protesting. "But I will do what you want!" Keep stalking even though your cunt is beginning to drip.
"Sure you will", with a stamp of the foot and a few more tears. "I'll ask you to do something you won't want to do and you won't do it." Now we're getting there! He's bound to say "Really, Honey, I'll do anything you want." "Anything?" "Sure, Honey, I'll do anything you want." "I don't believe you" said with a snort and toss of the head. By now he should be really desperate. "But I will, honey, I'll do anything you want. I promise."
"Yah, but for how long? Two minutes? That won't make up for forgetting?" "For the rest of the day, honey." "Oh, you think doing what I want for one day will do it, buster! No way!" A few more tears of distress. Hold out for the promise of at least a weekend. "Okay, honey, for the rest of the weekend I'll do anything you want, just please stop crying." Through tears, "You really will do anything I want for the rest of the weekend?" "Sure honey, I will. I promise!" He doesn't know yet that his ass will soon be red and his tongue will be working on your clit.
Pounce time!! "Then take off your clothes!" He will be so startled that he can't help but hesitate. Seize the moment. "Just as I thought. You say you'll do anything I want, but the first thing I ask for you renege!" This should be said in high dudgeon as you turn away from him and throw yourself on the couch in obvious anger and upset. Loud sobs on your behalf won't hurt.
"But why do you want me to take my clothes off?" Turn on him. "Look, buster, why isn't important. You said you'd do whatever I want. What I want you to do right now is take your clothes off. Do it or forget the whole thing. Either you live up to your promises or you don't." Stare determinedly at him. Now is not the time to tell him that he is about to become your cock-bearing, clit-lapping cunt-slave.
If he doesn't crumble, then it's back to advertising in the mags. Oh, but he will crumble if you've played it right to now. Not only does he want to make you stop crying, but he is secretly thrilled at the idea of stripping in front of you. And strip he does. First the shoes and socks come off. (Dull stuff, but necessary.) The shirt comes off next, and as he pulls it over his head his chest muscles and nipples appear and send a thrill through your cunt.
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