Convincing Her to Say: “Miss Autumn, Please Fuck My Husband!”

Some women know exactly what they want. Others only think they know until I show them what is possible.

I have a very particular gift: convincing women to let me step into their relationships, take their man’s mouth, cock, and ass, and use him for our pleasure. When I say use, I mean it. His mouth belongs between my thighs. His cock exists to fill me when I allow it. His ass is mine to stretch and peg until he whimpers into the mattress. He is a toy… a beautiful, trembling toy that she and I get to play with.

Some women come to me because they are curious, drawn to the idea of seeing their man truly dominated. Some have tried to be dominant themselves but find it does not quite satisfy them. Or sometimes, their man craves more than they know how to give. That is where I come in. I do not coax. I do not coddle. I lead.

Picture this: She stands at the edge of the bed, nervous but excited, clutching the edge of her dress. He is naked, kneeling, eyes wide and already half-hard just from my presence. I start by circling him, letting him feel my authority before I even touch him. Then, with a simple snap of my fingers, I have him worshipping at my feet.

When I spread my thighs and press his face into my cunt, it is not a request. It is a command. His tongue works desperately, hungrily, rough and frantic as I grind down on his mouth. I hold his hair tight, teaching him the pace, the pressure, until he gasps for breath, and she watches, stunned and wet, as her boyfriend, her husband, becomes my obedient tongue-slave.

Often, that is just the beginning.

Once I am satisfied with his mouthwork, I might motion her closer, guiding her hand onto his head. “Yours to command,” I tell her. “Use him. Like this.” I show her how to ride his tongue properly, how to pull his hair, how to smother him in pussy and power. She laughs, sometimes nervously at first, until the laughter turns into moans.

Some sessions evolve from there. I stretch him open with my fingers, listening to his broken little whimpers as I prepare him for the strap-on I buckle tightly around my hips. She stands by, wide-eyed, fascinated. Sometimes she kneels beside me, kissing me deeply while I drive my cock into his ass, fucking him hard, owning him.

Other times, she cannot help herself. She strips off her clothes, her own submissive instincts igniting, and offers herself too. Then it is not just him I dominate. It is both of them. She becomes my alpha-slut for the night, my beautiful, eager assistant who helps hold him down, helps spread him wider, helps spit in his mouth as I fuck his face until his jaw aches.

I teach them how to properly spit-roast him – my cock deep in his ass, hers in his mouth – making him truly, completely filled. He is impaled on our pleasure, a moaning, squirming offering to the goddesses he serves.

The reasons women come to me vary, but the hunger is always there.

Some want to feel powerful but are afraid to take that final step alone. I am their bridge.

Some want their men broken properly, taught that they are not the kings they once imagined themselves to be, but worshipers at the altar of feminine power.

Some already know – deep down – that their man needs more than they can give. They want him stretched, tested, and trained by a woman who knows no hesitation and no mercy. A woman like me.

I never shy away from pushing a submissive’s limits. I love seeing a man’s cock twitch helplessly when he realizes he is about to be pegged deep and hard. I love feeling his body tense and surrender as I drive into his ass, holding him firmly by the hips. I love watching his eyes flutter and his cock drip when I straddle his face, riding him mercilessly until he can barely breathe.

These are not timid encounters. These are raw, filthy celebrations of what it means to serve.

I take what I want. I show her how to take what she deserves.

By the end, she is never asking if she should have said yes.

She is whispering, breathless and exhilarated, “Miss Autumn, please…fuck my husband again.”