"Newlyweds" by Mick Sloane

"Let's go to bed. I have a big day tomorrow," Tori said, looking down at her husband, Mark. He lay flat on his back on the living room floor, while she sat comfortably on his chest, watching television. She had been sitting on him for an hour and a half, using him as her sofa, and he had lay perfectly still, keeping quiet. She slid off of him now, sitting on the floor, looking at him expectantly.

"Yes, Mistress," he said, getting up off his back quickly, and positioning himself on his hands and knees.

Tori said nothing, sitting on his back, straddling him with one leg on each side. She took a handful of his hair, pulling his head back, steadying herself, squeezing her legs together lightly against his sides, and he began to crawl, immediately. He carried her up the stairs, on his back, as she held on to his hair, and increased her grip on his body with her legs to hold on. She rode on his back, like a horse, through the house, and into their bedroom.

He stopped in front of her dresser, and slowly lowered himself to the floor, so that he was laying flat on his stomach. She remained sitting on his back, until he was flat on the floor. Then Tori stood up, on his back, and undressed for bed. As always, she wore nothing but tight bikini-briefs. Her lovely, long legs and her firm, supple breasts were not covered when she went to bed, ever. Her long, wavy, red hair fell on her bare shoulders, and her nipples were erect. The bedtime ritual she had mandated always aroused her. For heaven's sake, she had just ridden her husband through the house like a horse, and now she was standing on his back and undressing, as he lay flat on the floor in complete obedience. She did not show her husband any signs of her arousal. She was in complete control, as always.

She stepped off of his back, onto the floor, facing the mirror on her dresser, her back to him. She put her hands on her hips, and said "Good night, my love."

Mark quickly rose to his knees, saying, "Good night, my Mistress." He pressed his face to her left buttock, kissing it through her briefs. She afforded herself a little smile. Mark couldn't see, with his face against her ass. She counted silently to herself. He held his lips against her buttock for ten seconds, then moved his face to her right buttock, tenderly kissing that one for the same length of time. Deviating from what Tori had commanded would be met with strict discipline.

After he kissed her butt, he quickly took off his clothing, all of it. Tori did not allow him to wear any clothing to bed. He got into bed, and assumed his position. He lay flat on his back, with no pillow, in the middle of the bed. His legs were straight, with his feet eighteen inches apart. His hands were at his sides.

Tori turned out the light, and climbed into bed. She lay down on top of him, facing down. She lay her head, and her soft hair on his neck, under his chin. Her firm breasts pressed against his chest. She began with her feet together, and her tummy on his penis. He placed his hands on her lower back, sliding them into her briefs, holding one hand flat against each of her buttocks, as she had taught him.

Tori smiled to herself, allowing herself to be soft against him, snuggling him, bending one of her legs at the knee, letting it rest on his thigh, in a position of ownership. He belonged to her. This is how she would sleep. This was how she slept every night. Laying nude on top of her husband, giving him a terrific erection which subsided only when she rose in the morning, forcing him to keep his hands inside of her panties, one on each buttock, at all times, so that he was completely under her control, even as she slept. If he moved at all, he would wake her.

She understood that this was extremely uncomfortable and humiliating for Mark, and that was why she loved it so. She knew that he was unable to sleep in this position, with her nude on top of him, but he could sleep during the day, now that he wasn't working. These sleeping rituals allowed her to exercise her sexual power over him, and to remind him every day, for six or perhaps eight hours straight, that she was superior to him, his Mistress.

He knew that if he stirred, or did anything to wake her, that he would be beaten harshly. That was part of the humiliation Tori happily put him through, when necessary. He had to lie still as his beautiful wife slept nude on top of him, against his erect penis, with his hands inside her panties, flat against her buttocks, and he must not wake her. And if he had an orgasm against her, as she slept, she would thrash him mercilessly, and relish his sobbing and begging as she beat him. Occasionally, Tori pretended to sleep, and stirred on him, softly, slowly, moving her face on his neck, lightly grinding her crotch against his erection, tightening her buttocks against his hands, shifting her breasts on his chest, driving him to orgasm, then pretending to wake, beating him savagely. It was important that he be reminded of his position frequently, and besides, Tori sometimes enjoyed beating him, humiliating him, making him beg her. He was her husband. He existed for her use and enjoyment.

As she settled her head delicately on his neck, and felt his erection against her crotch, she was aroused by her own power. She had seized total control in the relationship, as she always knew that she would, all of it, and they had only been married for a month. As she rested on her husband, feeling him breathe slowly and quietly, in her mind she replayed the events which had led her to this position of total and complete superiority over her mate with great satisfaction.

It was as an undergraduate in college that Tori decided to change the way she approached her relationships with men. She was a beautiful woman with striking, long red hair, bright green eyes, milky white skin, and a fantastic body. She had never had trouble finding men to date. So many of them just weren't what she wanted them to be.

On one occasion, during her sophomore year, a boyfriend became drunk and abusive with her, when they were alone in her apartment. Tori was taller than average for a woman, at five feet, ten inches, and she had been active in dance and gymnastics all of her life. She had always been in great shape, with long, muscular legs. When this man she was dating yelled at her, and struck her, in her own apartment, she snapped. She beat the shit out of him, humiliating him, making him cry, making him beg her for mercy. She never went out with him again, but she changed her approach to dating from that moment on. Tori became a predator.

She changed her major to psychology that same year, and she got straight A's. She continued to date throughout her time in college, but she frequently brought men home, beat them, dominated them physically as well as emotionally, broke their spirits, forcing them to beg and grovel. She studied wrestling and fighting in books and videos. She used her physical skills, her mental abilities, her understanding of the male psyche, and above all her sexuality to utterly destroy and defeat them.

She rarely dated the same man twice. It was not that the men she dominated did not want to see her again -- she found that most of them truly loved what she did to them, and would have gladly continued to see her, often begged, in fact, to see her again, even after severe beatings and total humiliation. She simply had no desire to settle with any one of them at that point in her life. She found it much more desirable to find new ones to destroy and humiliate. Over the years, she became quite skilled at it, and very confident in her ability to bring much larger men to their knees before her.

Tori went on to law school, graduating at the top of her class. She had a great many friends, women and men, and she continued to date, bringing men home and taking them apart in every sense of the expression. Word of her exploits never got out, and she never feared that it would, because the men she beat and humiliated would never publicly admit what hand happened to them, and she knew this. Further, most were truly afraid of her, and often, at the same time, continued to fantasize about Tori long after their "experiences" with her.

She was a model daughter, sister, and friend. Her non-sexual relationships were very "normal," very mundane. She was very approachable, and people generally felt very at ease in her presence.

She took a job as an associate attorney at a small, but prestigious, law firm. She specialized in litigation, and was as ruthless in the courtroom as she was in her bedroom. She was paid very well. Outside of the courtroom, however, she was well-liked by her colleagues and had many friends. She continued, in her personal life, for several years, to meet men, bring them home, and destroy them, having her way with them, always. She had little trouble finding attractive men to ask her out, as she was a gorgeous woman. She was in fantastic shape, working out four or five times a week at the gym, and continuing to take dance classes in the evenings. Men practically fell over one another to ask her out. She emanated physical, sexual, and intellectual power, and the men she dated found out too late what she really wanted from them.

She knew she would settle down one day. Tori wanted a husband and kids, just like most other women. She knew, though, that she would never be a "soccer mom." She would be in complete control in her relationship with her husband, just as she had been over the years with her many boyfriends. Anything less would be not be desirable, and Tori accepted it as a matter of fact that the husband she chose would be her life-long slave, and that he would love it, and love her. And she would love him.

She had met Mark about six months ago. She was thirty years old, as was he. She had liked him from the very beginning. She met him at one of those mixers for young professional people. He was very handsome, in good shape. A few inches taller than her, muscular, but not in a bulky way, healthy. Dark hair, nice tan, cute little butt. He was in the advertising business, an account executive at a big agency. He had a wonderful personality, and a good sense of humor. He was very confident, as good-looking men always are, but he wasn't arrogant or presumptuous. He was decent, respectful, and nice to her from the start.

He asked her out, and they had a wonderful date. She had decided after first meeting him that he might be "the one," and so she had promised herself that their relationship would be very "normal," at least at the beginning. She would restrain herself. She would not beat him, make him cry and beg. She would be a normal girlfriend. She wanted him to fall in love with her, and she wanted to fall in love with him. If that happened, the rest would fall into place later.

They had wonderful times together, and she knew in her heart that he was the one for her. After only a few dates, she stopped seeing other men, and he stopped dating other women. They saw each other often. She made no effort to be dominant in the relationship, short of paying for their dates about half of the time. She knew that he did not make a lot of money in the advertising business, and besides, it was the nineties. She was making great money, and the fact that he wasn't did not concern her in the least.

After a couple of months, they started sleeping together. Their sex was very normal, other than the fact that he told her that she was the best he had ever been with. This pleased her greatly, and she believed it. He was fantastic in bed, too, though the actual sex in which they were engaging was not to her tastes, nor what she was used to. Still, Mark was wonderful, strong, gentle, passionate, affectionate. She had fallen in love with him, was convinced that she wanted to spend her life with him. He had all of the proper raw materials, and would be a wonderful husband and, some day, father. They met one another's family and friends, and everyone felt certain that they were a great match.

He asked Tori to marry him after they had been dating for about three months. She cried real tears of joy when he asked, she accepted, and was truly happy. They decided to marry sooner rather than later, setting a date only two months away. She took charge of the wedding preparation, as he would expect her to do. She was careful to incorporate his wishes into their plans, though, as she wanted the day to be very special for both of them.

They were married in a lovely chapel, surrounded by a medium- sized group of family and friends. They had a lovely reception, for which she paid. He protested initially, but she knew he had little money, and she was doing extremely well. The money wasn't important to her. Her career was going great, and it looked as though she would always have plenty.

After their wedding, they went on a cruise for their honeymoon, for which Mark paid. He had insisted, and Tori had let him. They had a wonderful time, lounging and drinking, eating and cavorting. They had fantastic sex, several times a day. He had a great sex drive, which, Tori noted, would be very helpful when they got back home, and it became time to enter the next phase of their relationship. She had gone over it in her mind countless times. He was to move in with her, as she had already bought a nice little house a year or two ago. They would have plenty of space for now.

Then it would begin. She would not wait, allowing him to fall into bad habits or to assume any kind of pretense of control in the relationship. She would start immediately, teaching him his role, molding him into the kind of husband that she would insist that he become. It would take little time, she would not allow it to take long. He would learn, and he would obey her, or he would be disciplined. And he would love it. She knew that he would. Because she would love it. And he would love whatever she did. Nothing less would be tolerated. She thought about this whenever they made love during the honeymoon, and it brought her tremendous arousal.

Tori lay in her bed, remembering these events, laying on her subservient husband, feeling his erection beneath her, his hands obediently in her panties, flat against her buttocks. She lifted her head off of his neck, looking down into his face. He was awake, as she expected, but he did not move, stayed terribly still. She smiled down at him warmly, and kissed him softly, hotly on the mouth. He returned her kiss, but did not move his head, or his hands. She smiled at him again, and lay her head back on his neck. She smiled to herself, now. She owned him. She stirred slightly on his erection, shifting her position, using him as she wished, and she thought about how easily he had been converted from her equal to her little obedient, fearful, doting puppy, serving her, attending to her, worshipping her.

Mark had moved his things into Tori's house prior to the wedding, so their home would be ready for them when they returned from the cruise. When they arrived at her home after the honeymoon, he lifted her, and carried her over the threshold. When they were inside, he set her on her feet in the living room. She stood facing him, looking into his eyes firmly, displeased. Her face was inches from his.

"I'll not walk in my own house," she said, looking into his eyes powerfully, letting him feel her breath on his face.

"What?" he smiled, confused, not sure what she meant.

She looked at him seductively, firmly. She did not smile. "Carry me to the bedroom," she told him.

He smiled at her and quickly obliged, lifting her off of her feet, and carrying her up the stairs. She looked into his face, as he carried her, and he leaned forward to kiss her mouth and neck as he carried her toward the bedroom.

"Set me on the bed," she said, when they arrived in the bedroom. He complied. Tori took off her shorts, her shoes, and her bra, laying on the bed in her tee-shirt and panties. She lay on her side, with her head propped up on one hand, looking up at Mark.

"Are you coming?" she asked him, firmly, but invitingly as well.

He could see her erect nipples against the inside of her tee-shirt. "You bet," he said, smiling, and stripping down to boxers and a tee- shirt. He climbed into bed, laying on his side, facing her. He began kissing her, warmly, wetly on the mouth. He caressed her shoulder, then her breast, with his hand.

She returned his kisses with intensity. She met his hand on her breast with her own hand, clasping his fingers with hers. Tori pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, laying face down on him, still kissing him. She found his other hand, and clasped his fingers in hers again. She pressed her legs inside of his, still kissing him hotly, feeling his erection against her body. She wrapped her legs around his ankles, pulling his legs apart a little, still kissing him. As she lifted her mouth off of his, she propped her elbows on his shoulders, lifting her upper body off of him, so that her breasts hung loosely against his chest. She held their clasped hands above his head, and looked down into his face, his legs locked in hers. Her long, red hair fell around his face softly. She could tell from his expression that he did not even realize the vulnerability of his position.

Looking down into his eyes, she said "I love you, my dear."

"I love you, too," he returned, looking at her a bit questioningly.

"Good," she said, looking down at him. "I just want you to know that I love you, and to remember that always, and especially for the next few weeks, because ..."

"What are you talking about," he interrupted her, smiling.

She spread her legs apart, slightly, spreading his in the process. She simultaneously increased her grip on his hands. "Shhh," she said, her mouth inches from his. "Let me finish. Okay?"

He nodded.

"Good. You are a wonderful man, Mark. That is why I married you. I want to spend my life with you, have babies with you." She spoke softly, steadily, inches from his face, always watching his eyes for reaction. "Because you are so wonderful," she continued, "I am very optimistic that I can help you develop into the kind of man that I require. You see, I have no interest in spending my life with someone as my equal, Mark. I need, I will have, a man whose only desire, only thought, is my wishes, my expectations, my desires. A man who is completely subservient to me, who spends all of his time doing my bidding, attending to my needs, and mine alone."

"Are you joking?" Mark broke in, searching her eyes, questioningly.

She pulled his legs farther apart, digging her elbows into his shoulders, looking down into his eyes firmly. "Shhh. I am quite serious. That is why I want so much for you to remember that I love you. This will be painful and humiliating for you, at first. Until you are sufficiently humbled, until we change the way you think about things, this will be very frustrating. I will have to hurt you, and beat you, and humiliate you. It is the only way that I can make you into the faithful, obedient, subservient husband that I insist you become." She looked into his eyes, powerfully, drinking in his confusion.

"You can't be serious," he said, smiling uncertainly.

She kissed his lips softly, smiling sadly at him. "I am. You will be my slave for the remainder of our lives," she said softly, firmly. "And you will love it."

"What if I don't want that?" he asked, now struggling slightly to shift his position, to move her off of him.

She held him firmly beneath her. "You won't want it at first. That is why I will have to beat you, to crush your stubborn independence out of you. To humiliate you. Understand this, though, Mark. When I am through, it is what you will want. You will want nothing more, there will be nothing more for you. My wishes, my every desire, will be your only concern. You will love me in a way even more special than the way you love me now." She looked down at him, holding him still, feeling his erection against her, in spite of himself. She had all of the power already. She needed only to make him see it. The anticipation of this process made her excited, hungry.

"And you think I'll just accept this?" Mark asked, struggling to break free to no avail, becoming ever more frustrated. "I am a progressive kind of guy. You are a vibrant, intelligent woman. More educated than I. You make more money than me. I am more than willing that we should be equals in our relationship, which is more than most men would be willing to accept." He continued to struggle, but she held him firmly in place.

Tori smiled at his offer, amused. "Most men only think that they are in charge of their relationships, and they think that, in part, because of their less-developed mental and emotional conditions. The only difference, in our relationship, my love, will be that there will be no question between us, at any time, on any issue, big or small, who is in charge. I am your superior, and you will treat me as such. This is not one of your little advertising negotiations. I cannot be swayed." She smiled hungrily, feeling his fruitless struggles against her. His erection persisted, despite his growing anger with her.

"Damn it!" Mark shouted. "Let go of me," he struggled to get her off of him.

She smiled down at him, amused, digging her elbows into his shoulders, holding his hands firmly above his head on the pillow, spreading her legs wider apart, stretching him, holding her face inches above his. She felt her breasts hanging loosely against his struggling body, as she continued to stretch his legs apart, hearing him express his continued protestations of discomfort.