Kylie’s Power Shift
She loved her husband, but found she needed to take charge in her journey to empowerment.
Beads of water dripped from Kylie’s brunette hair tickling between her shoulders and sneaking along her back. A drop teased along the top of her ass as her husband Ryan wrapped a towel around her naked body. He patted along her shoulders, down the small of her back and wrapped it over her breasts.
“Thank you,” she took the towel from her and ran it over her breasts, tummy and between her legs, enjoying the fabric’s sensation. Then she handed it back to her husband. “My thighs.” She lifted a leg on the edge of the bathtub, admiring her stance in the mirror. Power was coursing through her veins and she was loving every moment.
He inhaled and knelt to dry inside one leg and then the other, paying close attention to the roundness of her legs. He wore jeans and a polo shirt but Kylie noticed his erection pushing against his zipper.
“I’ve created a monster,” he sighed. His low voice was a clue that he was raging with lust inside.
Kylie noticed his glance at her pussy. He parted his lips, but she gave him a directive. “My feet.”
He raised an eyebrow and hesitated.
“Do it.” Her voice was clear.
Ryan knelt lower and wiped one foot and then the other.
“Kiss.”
He glanced at his wife. Kylie loved Ryan’s eyes. She always admired his baby blues but now they had a deeper, more vulnerable look than she had ever seen in her life. Inside was a stinging emotional pain that was evident in his gaze.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She admired the strength of his arms and thighs beneath his clothing, made more sweet as he carefully kissed along her toes, the tops of her feet and along the soles. Slowly and methodically.
A pulsing beat surfaced as Kylie’s clit tightened. The pulsing continued from between her legs and up through her great. God, talk about supercharged. She fought the urge to touch herself and press her fingers against her clit as Ryan serviced her feet. He finished, knelt and spoke casually.
“What now, Mistress?”
“Hang up the towel and come into the bedroom.” Her voice was unemotional. The shift in her marriage with Ryan made sense.
A year earlier, she had dressed in lingerie wanting a seductive evening in bed but he was late in coming into the room.
She got up and found him in the den watching porn and fondling his cock. Slowly and then rapidly. The scene was a female dominant whipping a woman and a man who were both shackled to a beam.
Shame fell over Ryan when she caught him, scolded him and retreated back to bed feeling hurt. He was willing to talk about it, but she tried to ignore it. After more than a month he asked if they could talk and she relented.
He made a candlelight dinner and described his realization that he couldn’t take charge in their relationship.
“What do you mean?” she asked. She had wondered if it was because he had immersed himself in porn.
“I don’t think so,” he replied over a meal that had samples of brie cheese, wine, shrimp, pieces of filet mignon and salad. “Yeah, I like watching female domination porn clips. It fascinates me.”
After that evening he confessed his desire to see Kylie become happy, fulfilled and expressed his interest in seeing her with a dominant man. “The scenario scares me, though.”
“How so?” she asked one night in bed, holding his cock in her hands and cupping his balls. Kylie made one rule as they talked. Ryan was not allowed to have an orgasm. She wore a tight T-shirt but nothing else while he was completely naked.
He gasped as she teased him. “What if you want him more than me?”
Kylie didn’t answer until she fondled Ryan some more and dug deeper below his surface. “Wouldn’t that be hot? Seeing me dating him, loving him while you watched and wondered?”
He had a look on his face like what have I done? while she stroked him so slowly that her hand was barely moving. A fierce statement boiled up and out of her as she lowered her mouth to his cock. “You have my permission to orgasm, bitch boy.”
That was the turning point. She took him in her mouth, holding the tip of his cock but not moving while he gasped but dare not move. Finally, after time passed she sucked his shaft tightly, rapidly and soon his body shuddered with cum pouring into her mouth. She wiped her lips and leaned against him. “Kiss me.”
She opened her mouth and he swept his tongue inside her mouth, tasting himself on her. That’s how she wanted it. Ryan would no longer have control over his own orgasm.
Now she stood naked in front of her dresser drawers. Ryan walked in from the bathroom and she gave him a directive. “Choose the panties I should wear for Devon.”
“Doesn’t he want you dressed a certain way?”
Kylie smiled. “He said this is the one little thing in which I should let you have control.”
Ryan reached in her drawer and sifted through an assortment of thongs and bikini briefs. He finally settled on a teal lacy panty that had barely any fabric at the side of the hips. “I love this color,” he murmured.
Kyle smiled as he handed it to her and she pulled it up her legs and tight around her crotch. “Maybe we can get you a cute pair some day.”
“I’d like that,” said Ryan.
She loved her husband. He was a steady part of her life and as she dressed in a tight skirt and blouse she kissed him. “You don’t know how much I appreciate you willing to do this. Kneel.”
He sunk to the floor and she ran her fingers through his thick hair. Soon, Devon would arrive and all the power that Kylie amassed in her marriage with Ryan would be given to another man who was a master of sexual and emotional control.
Ryan helped her find someone online who was the dominant man that Kylie desired. During her online chats with Devon and in-person conversations she could tell just how accomplished her was. He liked the dynamic of a husband-wife combo where he could step in and take control.
“Get up,” Kylie directed Ryan. She wanted to brush her hair. It would be the first time Devon would take full and complete control of her. The time together would be in the comfort and safety of their home and in front of her submissive husband.
“What will he do to you?” asked Ryan, getting to his feet.
“I’m giving him free reign since I trust him,” she said. “You’ll be watching everything. And I do mean everything.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” Ryan inhaled to calm himself.
“Good boy,” replied Kylie. She ran a hand along Ryan’s face, brought her lips close to his and whispered. “You’re such a good boy.”
Kylie’s first meeting with Devon is written here:
Read the third story here: when Devon dominates both Kylie and Ryan: