My husband and I have been married for 10 years now, and I still catch myself smiling at how happy and lucky I am. Our sex life is good, albeit a little too infrequent, but when we do go for it, he always makes me cum. I suppose that is the benefit of living together, no more being left unfinished! We have even got to the stage where if he comes before me, he knows he has to go down there and finish me of with his mouth. Normally this makes him more considerate, ensuring I’m close with decent foreplay before he even sticks his cock in me; but sometimes I suspect he enjoys his ‘punishment’ and deliberately fucks me like a selfish bastard, unloading a huge wad of cum inside me without even the slightest bit of remorse. I suppose if I’m honest, I get wetter than normal when he then goes down on my cum filled pussy, eating me until I’m thrashing around on his face in ecstasy. However, sex is normally more routine and vanilla. Things were about to change somewhat though. We had been watching a thriller on TV one night, and in one scene there was a man tied naked to a big wooden cross in some seedy club somewhere. Stood behind him was a woman dressed in thigh high boots, a leather corset which nearly contained her boobs and a face mask. She was whipping him with a leather crop, leaving red welts across his backside and back. It was well shot, and well lit, not like some porn we have watched, yet there was something primal about it which started to turn me on. All to soon the scene was over and the story continued, yet I couldn’t shake the image from my mind. That night I decided to initiate sex much to hubbys enjoyment. Nothing extrovert, I just reached over and began to stroke his cock to hardness whilst looking into his eyes. Without saying a word his hand snaked beneath the duvet and very quickly found my sopping wet pussy, effortlessly sliding a couple of fingers straight in. “Wow, what’s got you so wet?” he asked. “That film” I replied in all honesty. “Seeing that man being whipped on the cross, imagining it was you on there, and me with the whip” I added. Clearly it was having an effect on hubby, as he began to jab his fingers forcefully in and out of my cunt, whilst I could feel his cock throb in my hand. “You would like to be in control?” he asked, an edge of aggression in his voice. It was less of a question, and more of an invitation. Normally hubby fucks me. It just the way things have worked out. He either fucks me missionary, doggy or on his side, but very very really do I fuck him. Tonight I thought, I would be in control. Reaching down I pulled his hand from between my legs, feeling a little empty and deflated has his fingers vacated my sopping cunt. I rolled on top of him, pressing my body weight onto his as my legs straddled his torso. I grabbed his wrists and pinned his arms to the bed above his head with my own hands. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my belly. I arched my back, and tried to position my nipples near his mouth. Hubby loves my tits, and wasted no time in sucking hard on the swollen bud. My cunt ached, and all I wanted to do was fill it with hubby’s cock, but that was the wife in me. I needed to take control of the mistress in me. Quickly I stood up, turning round to face hubby’s feet, and then I carefully lowered myself down onto his face, mashing the wet lips of my pussy onto his mouth. As I felt his eager tongue lap up into my depths, I began to grind my hips, smoothing his mouth and chin in my wetness, forcing my cunt onto his face. I could start to feel the gradual buildup within me, so I reached down and grabbed his nipples with my hands, viciously pinching and twisting them. I felt rather than heard his screams of pain. His voice was muffled by my pussy and thighs, but the reaction to my torture sent shockwaves through my clit. I knew I was close, so finally, I decided I needed his cock in me. Taking the weight on my arms I shuffled off his face and down the bed, until I was just above his cock. Reaching down between my legs I grabbed his shaft, and positioned his swollen helmet at my entrance as I lowered myself down onto it. I was still facing away from hubby, but I could feel his hands caressing my arse cheeks. I began to bounce up and down on his cock, enjoying the full feeling it gave me. I was so close. Closing my eyes I replayed the whipping scene again in my mind, and within seconds I felt my body spasm as my orgasm ripped through me. As I came down from my high, I could feel hubby still hard within me, doing his best to thrust into my depths under my weight. I climbed of him and turned to see the disappointment and pleading on his face. “I want to cum” he begged. This sense of power sent a shiver down my spine. “Get on your hands and knees” I instructed. So horny and eager to please he obeyed, no protest at all. I reached down to the side of our bed and retrieved on of my slippers. “When I’m in charge, I decide when you can come” I told him, “not you!” and with that I delivered a blow to his backside with the sole of the slipper. It made a resounding whack, and no doubt the pain hubby felt was equal in intensity to the sense of power I felt delivering it. I watched fascinated as the red glow began to spread from the impact site. Whack. Blow number two, this time a little harder. Hubby stifled a cry, desperate to be strong for his wife. I managed to spank him 10 times in all before his entire arse was glowing red and he was crying out in pain quite loudly. “Stand up” I instructed; keen not to break character until it was all over, something I sensed would not be far away. Hubby rose, and stood at the side of the bed facing me. His rock hard cock bobbing inches away from my face, still wet from the coating of my come that clung to the shaft. As I moved my face closer I saw it twitch in anticipation. Very gently I planted a small kiss on the end of his cock before looking up at his gorgeous face. “You failed to impress me enough to cum in me” I chastised him. So no spunk in my pussy or mouth until you improve. You may however, cum on my tits”. No doubt frighted I might withdraw that privilege, hubby quickly grabbed his cock, and began to furiously wank himself over my boobs. He must have been so horny, as he shot wad after wad of hot sticky spunk over my chest within seconds of starting to masturbate. And then the game was over. He collapsed onto of me, his cum smeared between our two naked bodies as we exchanged a deep and passionate kiss. As we lay there I think we both knew things would never go back to how they were. Something had awoke within me, a desire to be in control, and I think hubby enjoyed being sub servant for once.