“He seldom goes down on me. If he does, he does it quickly and never makes me cum. I’ve asked him over and over to eat my pussy and nothing changes,” she said.
I was on the phone with a female client.

Hours later, we had her naked husband locked in a windowless room, his wrists secured to a trapeze with velcro straps. She was watching in a separate room through CCTV, and I was alone with him. I went to the cabinet, opened it and removed a 3′ bullwhip. I circled him with it in my hand. “Your wife tells me you are a selfish lover.” Smack. The whip landed between his shoulder blades and he cried out. “She tells me you refuse to eat her pussy.” Smack. I landed another blow on the small of his back. I could see the welts rising and I smiled.

“That’s going to change, you understand?” Smack. Another lash across his lower abdomen. “I’m going to teach you how to properly go down on a woman, and you are going to apply your new skills regularly and with enthusiasm.” Smack.

“STOP FUCKING WHIPPING ME,” he yelled. Smack. I delivered another blow to the back of his thighs. “You need to get one thing straight right now. You are not calling the shots here. Being belligerent will only make things more difficult for you.” I set the whip down and walked back to face him. I reached up to remove his restraints and he flinched. I smiled. “Relax. This can be as easy or as hard as you make it. The punishment portion can be over if you cooperate. I’m going to let you out of your restraints now. Don’t make me regret it.” I held his gaze as I peeled the velcro straps back and freed his wrists.

I sat down on the bed and opened my legs. “Get down on your knees and start eating. You’re not leaving this room until you have mastered the art of oral servitude.”

I’m happy to report that my client has never been more fulfilled.