at the feet of Imperia

I think he's way beyond that, its hard to explain and understand if you haven't experienced the levels of connection generated in a D/s FLR.

He utterly belongs to me now, its not a case of something might happen and we'd split up, his mind body and soul are entwined with me.

I know it might sound abit silly or wo wo but its true, we have a very strong spiritual synergy, but yes in theory obviously if he wanted to leave he could otherwise I belive to keep him against his will would be illegal, kidnapp and false imprisonment aren't my idea of fun or a healthy lifestyle lol.

Even if I could keep him againts his will I wouldn't want a sub that didn't want to serve me full heartedly, ive touched on before the importance of not only physically owning him but mentally as well. A major turn on for me is even though he's stronger than me and could easily over power me he still choses to submit which means I have a mental dominance over him as well as the physical collar and chains, the mental aspect is the way stronger of the two holds I have over him.

I can say with absolute certainty he's enslaved and mine for life.

Damit das Arschfötzchen des Keuschlings beim Sonntagsspaziergang auch gut gefüllt ist und er bei jeder Bewegung die Kugel spüren darf.

(Features some degradation, orgasm denial spankings and cuckqueaning)

Do you know these stories about a couple taking in a younger person? To share their experience while they also spice up their own sex life? 

The trope of a younger, more inexperienced girl being taught how to bring and be brought pleasure?

Learning from one of the most enthusiastic and certainly most proficient cock worshippers in the neighbourhood, I was taken in by you as a student of the arts. A student to learn how to drive a man into heights of pleasure while properly appreciating his manhood. On how to always be good and ready. Your husband, of course got to reap the benefits of his woman teaching a young girl next door how to properly suck and adore cock. It's quite enjoyable to get this amount of attention.

We start by working on my technique. On how to tell best when he gets close and therefore on how to judge how well the way I pleasure him at the time works. 

Afterwards we work on how to not only physically pleasure him but also mentally. On how to put on a show. On how to show how eager we are to touch and suck his cock to make him feel good and eventually get off.

You show me how to move, how to better sway my hips as I approach him. 

You see him reacting to the two of us making our way to him. You can hear the signs of his pleasure as we work his cock.

Would you have been able to give him this much pleasure alone? 

Next you show me how to obediently and also sexily get on my knees for him when he points to the floor, how to wait for him when he takes his time and makes us wait.

Accentuating just how important it is to be obedient as you know how his spankings have turned bad in the past when you haven't been up to his expectations.

You see me improve. Not always consistently but with time your training works. What seems irregular are the bursts of improvement whenever I add a few particular things to the mix. Things you hadn't done before. Maybe because you couldn't? Maybe because your tits barely manage to cover his dick? Maybe because you can't flaunt them like I suddenly start doing...

You work so hard on maintaining a beautiful slim body… But there are some things that haven’t been given to you. There are some things that you can’t train hard to achieve.

You couldn't pleasure him the way I did now. And at first that didn't seem too bad either. You were easily able to surpass me in terms of patience, technique, obedience and persistence.

But I was still improving. The next thing you noticed was how, for some reason, he didn't quite care as much about obedience when it came to me. When he made us kneel and wait and I just started to crawl towards him, he allowed it. He enjoyed the additional eagerness. When you noticed that and tried it yourself you didn't get the same reaction. You tried it once and even though the marks on your butt weren't purely a negative experience you didn't dare to try it again. 

You also noticed how he seemed to enjoy something else about this too. How he occasionally looked over to you waiting on your knees. Waiting while I got to feel his cock, got to worship it. You saw how he derived some kind of almost sadistic pleasure when he kept you watching.

Whenever he looked over to you he saw what it did to you to have to wait. How you squirmed and couldn't take your eyes off of us. How you tried slipping a hand in your panties to touch yourself because there was something you couldn’t deny: it got you wet, it had you dripping and aching to touch yourself in no time. You became so desperate whenever you had to wait. 

And often in the evening, the two of you would talk about it. And at the end of the evening you’d end up cumming while you thought of me with him.

That was until he told you to only cum while I trained with his cock. Showing me with your moans how much you really enjoyed the view. To only watch. You were cumming in tandem with him as I pushef him over the edge. You trained yourself to enjoy it even more.

Soon enough my endurance and technique started to rival yours.

Soon enough there was a day on which, when you were right in the moment, kneeling and watching us, rubbing your cunt and making yourself feel good, closing your eyes as you were about to cum, a sudden slap to your face would bring you back to reality. You’d see me towering over you before leaning down to reach your level... “no cumming slut.”... “I get that you reaaally love the fact that you are no longer the one who gets to enjoy his cock, but wasn’t it you who taught me how selfless one should be? Who taught me to focus on his pleasure? What happened slut? Just because you got a little less practice you now suddenly believe you can let go? Even when you can't worship his cock hands on with your own body... wouldn't it be best to make sure that you are at least as eager as possible? You haven’t even been teaching me constructively for more than two weeks now.” 

Turning to your husband I ask him with the biggest puppy eyes: “Please can we deny her? Let’s don't let her cum anymore. It always interrupts my focus and takes my attention off your cock. I really don’t want that and maybe it helps her to be a little better again when I’m not there. When I can’t make sure that you have some beautiful tits to cum to and on... Also I’ve seen what effect it can have on her. It’s really amusing when she gets all dumb and needy due to denial.” You can see me literally beaming with joy as I say those last words and from that day on I kept coming over every day. Practicing on my own, while we experimented with ways to make you even more desperate. With ways to maximize the pleasure your husband got out of our arrangement. Finding a balance between denying you pleasures you never questioned as being your right and showing you the depths of what you could alternatively get pleasure from.