Whipped

Many thanks to HMAuthor for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version.

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"You're kidding!" said Madison.

Vanessa laughed. "No, I'm absolutely telling the truth," she said.

"You've been a conniving, controlling bitch since I first met you, but it's hard to believe you pulled this off," said Madison.

"But I did," said Vanessa. Madison knew Vanessa took her insults as compliments. "You've seen him."

"All right! I know he's totally focused on pleasing you, but what you're saying goes beyond belief," said Madison. "You know there's no way to check, so you can make up whatever you want."

"What if I proved it to you?" asked Vanessa.

"No way! How could you ever do that?" asked Madison.

"Well, I've been thinking about making some home videos of us, just for me to watch," said Vanessa. "I don't want Logan to know, so I'm slowly adding some lamps to make our bedroom brighter and finding where I can hide some high-definition video cameras to shoot us from different angles."

"If what you're claiming is true, why not tell him?" asked Madison.

"I don't tell him anything he doesn't need to know," said Vanessa. "He's happy the way things are. It probably wouldn't make much difference, but why take chances?"

"What if I were to tell him what you just told me?" said Madison.

"I'd be very angry with you, and I'd have to take revenge," said Vanessa. "But even if you muddy the waters, it wouldn't take long to fix any problems you could cause. Think of Logan as a huskie who's part of a sled team. He's not the lead dog. He's back in the pack. Right in front of him is a female dog. All he can see in front of him is her pussy and asshole. That is his whole life."

"You really have a way with words," said Madison. "I know you want me to share this with Alexis, Ashely and Lauren. You love to rub it in. You think because we've been unlucky in love, we're not as smart as you. Tell me one thing, Vanessa, do you even love Logan?"

"Of course, I love him," said Vanessa. "That has nothing to do with anything. Or maybe it's because I love him that I've found a way to make sure he keeps his priorities straight. It doesn't hurt him to worship me. I don't mistreat him. Anyway, you can tell them whatever you want. I've got to go now."

"Well, I'm getting together with Ashley and Lauren for lunch tomorrow," said Madison, "and I'll pass on what you told me, but don't expect them to believe you either."

"We'll see about that," said Vanessa. "Bye."

As she walked out of the restaurant, Madison saw that she was angry. She knew it wasn't because of the insults Madison threw at her. She delighted in them and sometimes provoked her friends just so she could hear them. She thought it showed how jealous they were of her and made her even prouder of herself. What made her leave in a huff was Madison questioning her bragging.

The next day, Ashley and Lauren were astonished.

"It's hard to believe that she can put that kind of a spell on him," Ashley said.

"It's like he's literally pussy whipped," said Lauren.

"She said that once she found out he had a tremendous sex drive, it was easy to channel it and bend it to her wishes," said Madison. "I still don't understand how, but I bet she'd love to tell us, because it would give her another chance to be condescending."

"I don't care if it makes her even harder to live with," said Ashley. "I want to find out. And I'll bet Alexis does, too."

"Count me in," said Madison.

"Me, too," said Lauren.

"Where is he now?" asked Alexis after they placed their order.

"In front of the TV watching the Sunday football games," said Vanessa. "He's all man, with testosterone in abundance."

"Then how did you whip him?" asked Lauren.

"It's all a matter of goals, plans and persistence," said Vanessa. "If you girls would only apply yourselves, you could have things your way, just like I do. But if you don't know what you want, you'll never get it.

"I wanted a masculine husband, but I wanted to be head of the household. I wanted a man who treated me like a woman, but also did everything I wanted all the time, including when we had sex. Once I realized what my priorities were, it was just a matter of making my plan and then working it until I reached my goal. Sure there were some obstacles along the way, but I found a way to overcome them, and you can, too."

"OK," said Madison. "Stop talking generalities and get down to specifics. What did you do and how did you do it?"

"It started even before we were engaged," said Vanessa. "As soon as we hooked up, I found out that Logan was insatiable. He was bright and outgoing and ambitious, but there was always one thing foremost in his mind.

"At first, it was just fun to find different ways to respond to him every time he suggested we drop everything and get on the job, but once I decided he was the one, I realized that while I enjoyed making love with him, my desire was no match for his, and that could mean conflict if we were married, because, as you know, I like to have my way.

"So I started thinking about what to do, and the answer quickly became apparent. When it came to sex, he was like a dog in heat, so he needed to be trained like a dog.

"My first goal was to get engaged and married, so to begin with, I gave in to him whenever I possibly could, even though it was sometimes inconvenient. But I went beyond that. I worked at suggesting sex even before he did, and believe me that was hard. I tried to introduce new twists and turns and techniques that he had never thought of, which was also hard. When there was something I just wouldn't do - like anal - I promised it to him after we were married. I did everything I could to convince him that I was as eager for 24/7 sex as he was.

"Once we were married, I kept this up on our honeymoon and a few months after that. I began to taper off very gradually, so slowly that he didn't notice. I kept track of the number of times we had sex each week. Would you believe at first we often did twice a night? Every three weeks, I reduced the sex by one time a week.

"My first big challenge was anal. He kept reminding me of my promise, and I knew that it was a promise I was never going to keep. I started by telling him it was a big step for me and something that I felt would both hurt and be demeaning to me, and it would take time until I could handle it. That worked as long as it needed to. Once he was under my thumb, I found a way to transfer his desire for anal.

"I began talking to him about my ass and how I thought it was ugly and fat and hateful. I encouraged him to compliment it in different ways and tell me how much he desired it. Eventually, I got him to think of my ass as the Holy Grail, which he still does. He has fixated on it as the most desired object on Earth, and an important part of our foreplay is his adoration of my ass.

"Each time we make love, he caresses my ass, then he massages it, then he spreads my cheeks apart and worships up and down my crack with his tongue. Then he stimulates my ass with his tongue. Not every time, but often, I will push as if I'm going to the toilet and allow his tongue inside. He pushes his tongue in with his face until he's almost buried inside my butt.

"At first, I would clean out with an enema before I let him do this, but gradually, I stopped, and he doesn't seem to mind. Sometimes I tighten myself inside and play with his tongue, grabbing it and squeezing. He loves this.

"When we're in the 69 position, sometimes I move back on his face and pull my cheeks apart. Now he knows this is his signal to stick his tongue in my ass as deep as he can and start wiggling it. Meanwhile, I'm using my fingers in front of me. As I come, my ass spasms around his tongue, and it gets him so excited that I just need to pump his penis a few times with my fist and he's coming.

"Of course, he thinks all this is a prelude to my really giving my ass to him, which I'm never going to do. I know if I gave in even once, he would need it from then on, so I can't let that happen. He doesn't know that I'll be getting ready for anal but never doing it for the rest of his life.

"He doesn't need it anyway, although he doesn't realize it. I've trained him to come in all kinds of ways, depending on whether I'm in the mood or not and whether I'm in a hurry or not. As I slowly reduced having sex to less than once a day and then to mostly twice a week, I introduced him to the excitement of anticipation and also to immense gratitude for every time he has an orgasm.

"I constantly mix things up. For instance, I've found that his prostrate is extremely sensitive. If I want to finish quick, all I have to do is stick a finger or two in his rear while we're at it, and as soon as I find the button and start massaging it, he's done in less than a minute. This is great when I have other things to do. But sometimes, I'll do this even when I'm not in a hurry, and right after he comes, I'll start again immediately.

"He's already forgotten that we used to do it twice a night when we were first married. Now he's so grateful for a second time in one night that he's in heaven. After one of those nights, I can ask him for anything I want, and he'll give it to me.

"Also, I've gotten him to bring himself off while I watch. Even though he gives me oral in my ass and vagina each time we make love, I've gradually stopped giving him head. I never really enjoyed it, and even though he's conscientious and considerate about never coming while he's in my mouth, just the thought that it might happen bothers me a little, so I thought, why take the chance?

"First I came up with some creative ways to manipulate his penis and his testicles to arouse him and give him a big orgasm. Then, for fun, I taught him the techniques that he responded to best and had him do them to himself while I watched. At first, he didn't enjoy it, but when I kept telling him how exciting it was to watch him, he got excited by my excitement, and now he's willing to do himself whenever I ask him to, although I can tell he's not totally happy with this substitute for the real thing.

"That's been my greatest satisfaction, how I've managed to control him so thoroughly that even though he's disappointed most of the time, he's content to follow my instructions. Deep down, he hasn't really changed. For instance, I know he still wants anal in the worst way. But he's now a Pavlov's dog. When I tinkle the bell, he's ready to do whatever I want.

"What's maybe most amazing is that I've got him to even go beyond eating out my asshole and bringing himself off while I watch. One night, when I was in a hurry, I had two fingers inside him searching for his prostrate. After I found it and he quickly came, I started thinking about whether I could fit three fingers in.

"I looked on the Internet and discovered the world of women fisting men. When I saw the videos, I got turned on and wanted to try it on Logan, but when I tried sticking three fingers in the next night, he got upset. He told me that it hurt and made him feel disgusted. My first reaction was to use his words against him. I told him that now he had an idea why it was taking me so long to get to get ready for anal. But suddenly I stopped myself because a chill went through my body.

"I thought I had conquered all the mountains when it came to Logan, but here was a real Mt. Everest for me. What I had done up to now was child's play in comparison. I had just channeled his strong sex drive into outlets that were more satisfying for me. But I had now found something that totally turned him off. Could I come up with a plan and execute it? Could I ever get him to let me fist his ass?

"I figured out my strategy. First, I would gradually increase our sessions again. I went all the way back to five times a week, and I concentrated on lots of variety and making the sessions last longer. Each session ended with my fingers in his ass, pressing his button to bring him off. For a while, I stuck to two fingers. Then when I stuck them in, I pulled them apart and stretched his hole a little as I was working them inside.

"After a few times of doing this, I added the third finger and he didn't say anything, probably because of the stretching. Then I began to stretch him with three fingers until got used to that and didn't react when the fourth finger went in.

"Now I began telling him how exciting it was to have four fingers inside him while he was inside me, and I began using lots of lubricant. I was always careful to introduce the fingers slowly in our sessions and as gently as I could. When I tucked my thumb in and curled the other fingers over the thumb, he didn't know the difference until I told him, and he was amazed that I was able to insert all five fingers.

"I kept using his desire for anal to help with this, asking him how full it felt, did it hurt, did he think I could take his penis like he was taking my fingers. He began trying to prove to me how it wasn't any problem. If I relaxed like he was relaxing, I could easily do it. Of course, I saw that it did hurt him, especially once I began pushing past the second knuckle, and I could see him holding back his tears. That got me even more excited.

"Finally, one night when there was lots of lube inside him and the fingers were going in and out smoothly to the second knuckle, I began pressing. He immediately asked me to stop, but I pretended I didn't hear him and kept pressing. He began yelling and moving away from me, but my arm followed him and when he got as far as the headboard and couldn't go any further, the momentum from my moving arm pushed my whole hand into him. He screamed and began breathing really fast.

"I wanted to yell out in triumph, but instead, I began soothing him, telling him that this is probably what it would feel like to me the first time his penis was in my ass, that he should breathe deeply and relax, that the sight of my hand going into him was incredibly exciting and as soon as I was able to get it out, I was going to wild on him. I kept talking and soothing him until he finally calmed down. Then I carefully removed my hand. Even though he was still in pain, after I threw everything I had at him, including a blow job - no swallowing, of course - he was fine.

"After I took his virginity, I went back to using the same training techniques as before to gradually add fisting to our repertoire in bed. He still hates it, and it's still painful for him, so I don't overdo it. But he knows at least once a month he can expect me to invade his ass. I've even got to the point where he lets me milk him while I fist him.

"With my hand inside him, I finger his prostrate while the other hand is squeezing the penis tightly. It's painful for him as I pump it up and down, but I can actually force the come out of him without him having an orgasm. It's exhilarating, because I'm in complete control. I can finish him without him even knowing it or getting any pleasure from the process.

"Compared to the fisting and the milking, it was easy to teach him to give himself a facial and to blow himself because while that was degrading, it wasn't painful."

"Wait," said Madison, interrupting for the first time. "You did what?"

"It's not that difficult," said Vanessa, "especially when the guy's in good shape. You know Logan works out all the time and has a great body, so I trained it to get in the right position. It actually started with me getting in that position. I found out about the Viennese Oyster and practiced until I could do it.

"It's where the woman lifts her legs back and locks her feet behind her head and then puts her arms down over her legs and pulls back and down so her ass is lifted into the air and her vagina and is spread wide. It makes it easier for the man to get deep penetration, and if you're like me, that feels really good. Seeing me like that really gets Logan going, too.

"The first night I demonstrated the position, he went nuts. I think it might have been because the woman's ass is also opened up in the position. Without prompting, he began worshiping my ass, and I think he might have thought that I was telling him I was ready for him to do me there. But after he ate me out in both places, I directed his penis to the vagina, and we both enjoyed it.

"I started using the position more often, and one night, I joked with him about whether he could do it. He tried it right away, but he couldn't get his legs back far enough. I told him if he ever managed to do it, I'd give him a real surprise. He must have practiced during his floor exercise routine at the gym, because a couple of weeks later he made a big production out of showing me he could do it.

"I praised him for his flexibility and told him I was excited about trying something I'd seen on the Internet. So while he was in that position, I began working on him with my mouth, which really got him going, and then when he was close to coming, I switched to one hand. He was disappointed, but he's used to disappointment now. While I pumped, I tried to aim his penis, and when I thought it was pointed in the right position, I dipped two fingers of my other hand into some lube and inserted them into his anus. It took me a few seconds to find his button, and then he really came. It spurted out so hard that with the help of my aiming him up and in the right direction, some of it got as far as his chin.

"From that night on, I began using my techniques to get his legs further and further back, so his penis was pushed closer and closer to his mouth. First, I got him to let me aim him like a hose and paint his entire face with his thick white come. Then I got him to open his mouth so I could squirt him in there, too.

"But the crown jewel was when he was able to bring his legs so far back that he could stick his penis right in his mouth. At first, he wouldn't suck it, but I was patient and used everything I learned, until one day he agreed to suck while I pumped him until he came so hard into his mouth that the stuff spurted out of his nose.

"The final obstacle was to get him to pump himself while he was sucking, and we just passed that one last month. I consider Logan my work of art. Like the great masters, I created something beautiful, the perfect husband for me. It took talent and hard work, but now that it's done, it gives me endless satisfaction."

Vanessa stopped speaking and beamed at her friends, whose mouths were hanging open in awe.

"What about Logan?" said Alexis. "You say he's so smart and successful. Are you sure he can't see through your manipulation."

"On one level, I think he knows what I've done," said Vanessa. "I'm sure there are times that he thinks, what am I doing and how did I get here? But you have to understand that when the brain inside the pants wakes up, the brain inside the head goes to sleep. I've just helped his sex drive rule him even more than before.

"Every day, you can read and hear on TV about how a politician or a businessman or an actor destroyed his family and ruined his life because the brain in the pants took over. You know yourself how it's happened to your boyfriends and ended relationships. The only difference is that you chose to be the victim of this drive while I chose to master it."

"You are so smug, Vanessa," said Ashley. "It really makes me want to tell Logan or maybe seduce him just to make you realize that you don't have total control."

As usual, Vanessa was overjoyed to hear this and similar remarks. They were jealous, and their jealousy reinforced her feelings of superiority. She felt tender and benevolent toward them when they insulted her, like she was their guru and they were her disciples.

The next time the four single friends got together without Vanessa, there was only one topic of conversation.