09/11/2012
I know that there is not of lot of writing up here, but this is one of the most surprising things that ever happened to me. I just couldn’t think of anyone who might understand, just who I could share it with? Then I thought of maybe you all here. And that led to some interesting developments. See, I come up here all the time, and even feel like I know some of you.
My wife, Elle, whom I l have always loved and been faithful to, would never have tolerated me coming here if she had known. Elle is something.
She is basically out of my league in almost every way. We were high school honeys back in the day. We got married very young, before she knew better. And, to be honest, she is quite a bit smarter and more forceful than me, and makes much more money than I do. She is a lawyer, a junior partner in a big blue chip firm downtown. Elle is in charge of our whole lives. In fact, Elle is basically more powerful than me in every way that counts, and this has been kind of difficult for me over the years.
Oddly, though, when it comes to sex, Elle is extremely shy and modest about everything to do with her body, and, though she is quite beautiful, we are both very inexperienced. She has never made love with anyone but me. No one but me has ever even seen her naked.
She has never let me do one thing out of the ordinary. She never moans, never says dirty things, doesn’t get wet, won’t blow me, and pretty much keeps herself tightly covered. Even though at 35, Elle really is drop dead gorgeous, with big breasts, a great ass, and legs up to here, she has always been way too uptight about sex, judgmental about everything erotic and modest to no end.
At home she is just a shy, retiring, sort of boring woman; but at work Elle is someone else: a real aggressive, dominant, demanding and basically a bitchy, smart-ass sort of woman who drives all the lawyer guys nuts with her demands, her perfectionism, sarcasm and her endless office triumphs. But she is a huge success and is even starting to acquire a lot of political power.
Elle has never liked to talk about sex, so we never do. I would say that she is a passive, unexciting lover. She seldom has an orgasm, won’t let me go down on her, won’t use a toy, or watch porn, or do anything to make it fun. She just lays there for the requisite five or fifteen minutes, always under the blankets and in the dark. Though she does let me direct the action within the narrow range of options, nothing about it is very exciting.
A few months ago, she drank a little too much (for the first time ever!) and started telling a little about her inner sexual world. She made me swear over and over again I would never even bring it up again, much less tell anyone else, and then she very seriously confessed that she has always kind of liked the idea of liked the idea of being passive sexually. She fantasized, she said, about being my sex object, my slutty sex slave. Or even someone else’s. Or many men. Or strangers.
I was shocked. You could have knocked me over with a feather. Elle? Slutty? Being a toy for men?
But then she said she thinks this fantasy of subservience and degradation is wrong, and that it disgusted her with herself. Besides, she said, sex itself kind of disgusted her, and she was ashamed that she had fantasies that made her less of a woman, basically. She would, she said, never do anything about these ideas. She said that she had never told me about her fantasy subservience because she wasn’t going to do it, and didn’t want me to expect anything at all from her, sexually, and she was also embarrassed that she was weird and perverted. A bit of a wacko whore.
And then, turning sort of mean, she said she had to forever fantasize about those ideas because I wasn’t the sort of man who had enough real balls anyway and I would never do anything about her lust.
She said she thought something was basically wrong with her for thinking about stuff like this and that she was going to get some kind of help.
I just kind of shrugged my shoulders, like I always did with Elle, I guess, and said whatever you think, Elle. But I did tell her I would in fact do whatever she wanted sexually. She just looked at me quizzically, and then with her most sarcastic face for a few seconds, and then she just laughed in my face, and said: well that is sure not the idea.
Then she went to bed.
About a month went by. And then one evening she got a bottle of wine and started drinking and got all worked up and tipsy again and said she wanted to talk to me about sex.
She said she had gone ahead and gotten that help over her sex problems. She had read about his guy somewhere who I guess was kind of a specialist in sexual issues of this type. I got nervous as she explained, but then she said, don’t worry, everything is done via computer and it is strictly private, and secure, and this specialist guy doesn’t even know my name and address.
So she said he taught her that she wasn’t sick at all, and he gave her a bunch of good advice, she said. She said he was able to explain things way beyond anything she had even considered or imagined. She said it was maybe a very big deal for her and that she wanted to take the next steps.
Well, I said, what are they? And she said that her guy wanted to talk to me and that he could guide me as to how to help her more.
Now I don’t know about therapy and all that stuff, but this guy sounded pretty smart, and so I said sure, I’d talk to him. I mean if Elle respected somebody about something like this, he was sure to be very good, because she was so demanding. She said good and said “Ok, well your appointment is now.” And she led me over to her home office computer and skyped this guy into our computer and left me with him.
I talked with this guy for about three hours. And boy oh boy did he know about sex. And he explained a lot of things to me.
I’ve already gone on too long here, so I’ll just say he helped me get an idea of what I wanted to do, of what Elle needed me to do, and taught me how I should go about it, and so then I just went and did it.
And what I did was that evening was this: I told Elle to please come back into her office. I told her to go get the camera, the tripod and some lights and take all her clothes off. I told her wanted a photograph from her of her completely naked, so I could look at her completely naked whenever I wanted to. I told her she had been selfish with her cunt and asshole. I needed to see them. I mean, I had basically never had a good look at them. She needed to show them whenever I asked. I wanted a perfect picture of them now. She meekly went and got the camera and handed it to me.
I said that no, Elle. I would be too busy to take this picture. She needed to do it for me. And do it well, with her usual perfectionism. I was very calm and commanding. I told her I required at least one picture that showed a) her spread open cheeks and her asshole and b) her complete cunt including her clit, and c) a good view of her big old tits hanging down, with clear nipples visible. I told I needed everything in a single picture. I said the words again: tits, nipples, cheeks spread, asshole, entire cunt, including clit.
I told her she was a beautiful woman and that there would be no more shyness about things in my house. I would be deciding her modesty limits. I wanted a very high res clinically-detailed picture that showed all of her relevant features in one frame. I said that she should get to work on it right away. Spread cheeks, tits out, and cunt utterly visible.
I had never even said the word asshole or cunt to Elle. Or mentioned her clit.
I also told her that I might want to show it around a bit because it was stupid of her to hide her assets anymore when they could be giving me pleasure. I explained that part of her job in life was to show her tits, asshole and cunt properly to me when I wanted them. I also explained, that perhaps I would be showing her tits and cunt and asshole around to anyone else I wanted to see them. Lots of men and probably some women would enjoy looking at, say her, asshole She would have to learn how to display it, of course, but I would help her with that, over time.
I suggested that maybe some of her lawyer colleagues would enjoy having her spread her cheeks for them to look at. Maybe they would even like to sniff her asshole. Put their fingers in it. We would see.
That sex guy was one awesome coach because Beth just quietly did immediately set to work on this project as I had coffee, read the paper and watched her. In about two hours she made a reasonably good portrait of her cunt asshole and tits and I had a picture that was acceptable to me.
What she didn’t know was that I was going to share it with all of you. Here it is for you all to see.
Maybe you give me an analysis of her cunt and asshole. I will convey messages to her. Do you think she is properly exposing herself? She is just a beginner, but I feel she has some potential to provide much greater pleasure for me and my circle of friends.
I am beginning to be more satisfied with Elle’s Cunt and asshole and tits. I see that I can help her use them for the world’s greater benefit, especially for any men who might enjoy them. And I owe it all to Elle’s own intiative and this great guy who I have talking with lots since. He has a whole philosophy about Elle’s potential service to men. His ideas and wisdom are going to make a big difference in my life.
And now, here is my big shot lawyer wife, Elle, utterly exposed for your condieration. Along with me, you are the first people who have ever seen these parts of Elle. She is making her slutty debut, having never been seen naked by anybody at all really even including me.
And Elle is her real name, and maybe you can even figure out where she works. I am thinking about showing her off to a couple of the lawyers there anyway. We’ll see.
Man, things are amazing and are developing much more than I ever could have imagined. I advise anyone to get similar training for their wife.
What do you think? It’s a true story. I may have Elle do some more.
I'm sorry I can't figure out where to post Elle's photo. You have my email, but I won't be emailing pictures.
This is not a fictional story. I think the real hero is the man who helped Elle and I begin to realize our sexual destiny. We have since further benefited from his amazing wisdom. He is not a doctor or anything, and doesn't charge or money, but he has a lot to offer people who are in our situation, ie a receptive or submissive female.