my legs and exposed my hairy pussy. 'Go on and get to work,' I snapped.
“He paused for a minute as if he didn't know what to make out of my attitude. Steven had come seeking romance, but here I was giving orders. I told him to start mouthing or go home. He slipped to his knees and pressed his mouth against my slit while I lay on the bed with my feet against the carpet.
“Steven licked my pubic hair and spread the lips of my vagina apart. He lapped inside me with his tongue. I looked down at him kneeling in front of me and laughed. 'You sure are a great lover,' I told him.
“He paused for a second in his mouthings and then continued. I now had him by the short hairs! If he continued to love me after that snide remark, he would take all the shit I handed out.
“Steven stopped Frenching me after about ten minutes and stood up. His penis was still erected and he looked desperate. Once again he tried to get on top of me, but I wouldn't let him screw. 'I don't want to get knocked up,' I told him even though I was not able to have a baby after my operation.
“'Ill pull my dick out in time,' he promised.
“'Forget it,' I answered. 'All I wanted was a blow job anyhow. You can go now.'
“He was shocked. After taking so many pains to see me, I was dismissing him like a dog. He put on his clothes and left with his tail between his legs. I laughed aloud. Maybe he didn't like the session, but I found it fun. I decided to do it again sometime.
“My next idiot was a guy who came to fix the television set. His name was Roger and he was in his twenties. He was a big, good-looking fellow, but a jerk. When he showed up, I wore a see-through robe. Roger couldn't keep his mind on his work as he kept shooting glances at me. The son-of-a-bitch didn't know if he should make a pass at me or not. I was, after all, the wife of a pretty important man.
“How about a drink?' I asked.
“'Yeah, that will be fine,' he answered, nodding his curly head anxiously.
“When I walked away, I could feel his eyes boring into my ass which was protected only by a thin, near- invisible cloth. On the return trip he didn't stare as boldly at my pussy and my tits, but he did shoot those sneaky glances. I handed him a shot of brandy and he bolted it down as if it were a shot of beer. He was really all worked up.
“That shot of booze was all he needed to get sexy at last. 'I like the way you're dressed,' he leered.
“'You mean you like the way I'm undressed,' I responded and stood in front of him as he leaned over the TV set.
“He stopped working and this time he didn't get sneaky with his looks… he stared right into my hairy box. I dropped the robe off. 'Now that you had something to drink, how about something to eat?' I offered.
“Roger was so dumb he didn't get my meaning for a minute. Then he understood and wrapped his sweaty arms around my hips and ass. He clamped his teeth on my vagina and started chewing. As he Frenched me, he slipped one of his fingers into my anus. Roger wasn't very bright, but he was passionate.
“The young stud ran his tongue deep into my cleft and played with my clitoris. For a passing moment I experienced a rare sensation of passion, but it didn't last long. I never enjoyed sex. To me it was a messy bother that people used to dominate one another. In every sex relationship, someone was slave and the other was master. The only time I was even close to being a slave was that first time when I was sixteen and I let a boy take my cherry. Since then it was the men who served me and not the other way around.
“Roger licked my thighs and then ran his tongue up along my belly. When he reached my breasts, he sucked each nipple. He all but chewed them off and I yelled at him. 'Take it easy!' I snapped. 'I'm not a pizza pie.'
“The guy buried his mouth into my neck and sucked a hickey mark there. When we were standing up face to face, he opened his pants. I felt the hard tube of his prick against my pubic area. He took it into his hand and guided it to my slit. I pushed him away when he was about to penetrate me. “That is enough for one day, big boy,' I said.
“His face was flushed with passion. 'What do you mean? We just got started,' he complained.
“I stepped back and he advanced. He was big enough to knock me on my ass and rape me, but I wasn't going to let him get that close. I picked up some wires from his tool chest and lashed his exposed sex organ. He let out a scream. I lashed him across the face and blinded him for a moment. Then I ran out of the room and locked the door behind me. 'It was fun, big boy,' I yelled through the door. 'You can let yourself out of the window when you're through.'
“No sex experience ever thrilled me as much as that lashing. I could see now why some people dug whips and riding crops. With a few light wires, I had dominated a young man who could've killed me easily. Yes, and he had liked it, too. A couple of days later he showed up at the house wanting to 'check' my TV set. What he really wanted was another beating.
“'That was sure some fun we had the other day,' Roger told me when he came in. 'I hope I didn't make you sore.'
“'No. I just don't like to be screwed in the pussy,' I told him. 'I like guys to go down, though. Too bad you lost control.'
“'I won't lose control the next time, I promise!'
“'The next time? You're taking a lot for granted, aren't you?'
“Roger, despite his size, turned into a little boy. 'Please… let's do it again…' he begged.
“He was now mine to do with as I pleased. I took him into my husband's bedroom because I knew he kept a supply of belts. When I ordered Roger to strip, he quickly complied. He was so anxious to have sex that he was already in a state of erection.
“I wrapped one of my husband's belts around his ankles and then secured his wrists together behind his back with another belt. 'Kneel down,' I ordered and Roger did as he was told.
“When I took off my clothes, he gazed at me with liquid eyes as dogs do to their masters. I stood in front of him. He leaned forward to mouth me, but I stepped back. 'Not until I say so,' I told him.
“I looked down at the big man kneeling there staring up at me. So many men are so willing to submit themselves to women. They will take any kind of humiliation just for a little sex. I turned around and pushed my ass against his face. 'Lick,' I told him.
“Roger didn't hesitate a moment. He licked my buns and even ran his tongue along my anus. He got more excited and sucked hickies on my rump. I just couldn't see how he could do it. I wouldn't do that to any man if my life was at stake. But, as I've told you, men are the weaker sex.
“I turned around again and let Roger lick my vagina. He chewed on my box and it was frustration for him to do it because he couldn't grab hold of me as he wanted. His frustration was my joy; the more he suffered, the better I liked it.
“Once I got tired of his mouthing, I told him to flatten out on the floor with his ass up. He complied without question. I took another of my husband's belts and lashed down at his hairy buns and his broad back. I didn't pull my punches and I watched red welts criss-cross along his pale skin. Roger kept gasping in pain as I whipped him, but he didn't plead for me to stop. The bastard needed pain just as my husband needed humiliation and domination.
“My arms got weary, but my entire being tingled with life. I preferred beating men than loving them. I wish the hell I had found out about this sooner.
“I let Roger lie there for over an hour and he began to wonder when… or if… I would ever let him go. Naturally I couldn't keep him trussed up like that forever, especially with my husband due home shortly, so I dressed and then undid the belts. For a brief moment I was afraid that he might lash out at me, but he was a meek as a lamb. 'Can I see you again?' he asked.
“I told him that I would think about it and he put on his clothes. When he left, I felt really happy for the first time in my life. It was a grand and good sensation binding up men and beating them. I almost wanted to do the same to my spineless husband, but I was afraid that he might like it so much he would never stop pestering me.
“Finding me willing to suffer at my hands was no problem. I picked up one fellow at a party who thought I was just another bored housewife wanting a roll in the hay. When I went to his apartment, I surprised him with my desires for flagellation and cunnilingus. He didn't object to being tied and whipped with his own belts. He enjoyed performing oral sex acts upon my ass and vagina.
“It wasn't long before I bought whips and leather straps. I was becoming a female version of Marquis de Sade. My husband knew that I was bringing men to the house and seeing them in their apartments, but he never
