I had been dominating Paul since before we got married. My twisted brother Mario had taught me how to tease, deny and abuse a cock years before and I loved it. Mario was three years older than I. I found the power I could exert over him when he was in lust, as I called it, to be truly intoxicating. He loved it, I loved it. I am sure that without Mario’s introduction and instruction, I would eventually have realized my natural inclinations. But he definitely sped up the process. He could never get enough cock abuse. Also, my mother gleefully dominated our household and enjoyed seeing everyone step, fetch, jump to her commands. I suppose that added to my burgeoning tendencies.

Whatever the reasons, I loved domination and found a surprisingly willing partner in my Paul. Thanks to Mario’s early lessons I soon had Paul my first real boyfriend succumbing to my every whim. I did not know the term edging when I was tormenting Paul but it worked like a charm. We both knew that we were fortunate to find each other and married immediatley after college. Soon afterwards, I found that the internet was good for things other than plagiarizing essays. I would soak my panties through reading of domination practices. I admit that the terms and the mountains of jargon annoyed me somewhat but the ideas behind them aroused me and inspired me to experimentation on my husband.

I want to tell you about the first time I forced him to watch me fuck. We were camping for a week in Killbear Park just outside Parry Sound, on the edge of Northern Ontario. For our first two days and I wore the skimpiest little bikini, everywhere I went.