My poor, ex-husband... He was distraught when I told him that I wanted to divorce him. He wants so badly just to be near me. He said he’d do anything to keep me around. Anything? Really? I don’t think he quite understands what he’s gotten himself in to.

I made him give me his freedom and now he’s my sl*ve. I drag him into the room on a chain attached to a collar that I’ve placed around his neck. I own him now and I am going to tell him exactly what to do and when to do it. He worships the ground I walk on. This is going to be a much more satisfying relationship – certainly for me. Perhaps also for him. But now that I own his d*ck, he’ll never be able to f*ck again and I’ll be f*cking whoever I like...

I can feel his d*ck getting hard in his l*ttle satin panties whilst I describe his new life to him. I bend over, still holding his chain firmly, and command him to kiss my perfect *ss. On his knees with his face planted between my *ss cheeks. He’s a much better pet than a husband. This is how he will greet me every morning. I deserve to be worshipped like the queen I am.

I sit back down and slap him hard across the face. He’s not a man anymore. He’s my sl*ve. I remind him of this before instructing him to remove the heel from my foot and kiss it. He kisses my shiny, bl*ck pump before I command him to stop and place it on the ground. Now he may kiss my foot. My l*ttle, red toenails are visible through my stockings. I tell him to hold my foot in his hand like the perfect piece of art it is. My feet deserve to be kissed and worshipped properly.

I rub my pantyhose-covered feet against the satin panties he is wearing. He’s getting so hard. I bend over again and instruct him to get down on the floor and kiss all the way from my l*ttle heels up to my *ss.

He stands up and I pull down his satin panties to reveal his erection. He seems to have gotten very excited kissing me all over. I dangle my heel off my foot, place his c*ck in the space between my heel and my foot and crush him in the gap. He groans in p*in, which makes me laugh. It’s been so long since he’s had an *rgasm. I’ve been so preoccupied with my new lovers that I haven’t spared a single moment to think about his sad excuse for a d*ck. I take off my shoe and push the stiletto heel into his c*ck then h*t his c*ck with it until he groans in p*in again. I rub my pantyhose-covered feet on his c*ck then start kicking him hard in the c*ck and b*lls. He loves getting smacked in the c*ck – especially by my lovely feet. He’s as hard as a rock.

He’s still standing and I bend over in my chair. I rub my perfect *ss against the outside of his thigh whilst lifting my feet up and rubbing them on his c*ck. I tell him to think about how much s*x his wife is going to be having and how he’s going to get nothing. I put his satin panties back on. His erection looks so sad underneath the soft, feminine fabric. He’s not going to get laid today. He’ll be lucky if he gets to j*rk off in my shoe.

You said you’d do anything.

Sl*ve Ex Husband