Training Him to Suck Your Strap-On

Put on the strap-on and simply stand in front of him. Nothing needs explaining — he’ll sink to his knees on his own, and you’ll both see the same thing: a man on his knees before his wife’s cock. No other position turns the roles over so plainly.

For him this cuts deeper than receiving. Being taken can feel like “something was done to me”; here he does it himself — reaches forward, opens his mouth, tries. The shame isn’t in the act but in his own effort, and that’s what breaks whatever he was still holding onto.

From above you get the clearest view in your dynamic: lowered eyes, obedient mouth, hands behind his back. Take hold of his hair and set the pace yourself — he doesn’t decide how deep or how long. Slow, if you want to stretch it out; sharper, if you want to remind him who’s in charge.

It’s also preparation. He wets what’s about to enter him a minute later — and feels with his lips the size he’ll soon have to take. You couldn’t design better anticipation: he’s readying his own punishment with his own hands.

There is also the reverse order. Before you put him on his knees, spend some time with this toy alone — unhurried, for yourself, the way you like it. Then what he takes into his mouth will smell and taste of you, and no words about whose it is and whom he serves will be needed: he’ll understand it with his lips. To him it is no longer silicone — it is you, in the one form in which you chose to give yourself to him. And let him try: the taste of his Mistress is not earned — it is granted.

As a skill it can be trained — depth, pace, steady breathing, the habit of not pulling away. That gives you something concrete to judge out loud and correct: “you didn’t try hard enough” is reason enough, and he knows it.

A separate clause — for his tongue. Rude, snide, insulting — the reason is ready, no need to look for one. The logic is simple: the mouth misbehaved, the mouth answers for it. He knows how to argue; arguing with his mouth full is a skill he hasn’t picked up yet, which makes this the one debate you win before it starts. Some men need to be allowed to talk it out; yours needs to be made to stop — and, luckily, you have just the thing. As a bonus, you’ll find that his “I was only joking” sounds a lot less funny from his knees.

How it went with us

He had been talking back all day. Nothing rude — small things: an answer over the shoulder, "in a minute" instead of "yes, Mistress", allowing himself a little dig at me in front of other people — as if he had stepped out of his role and his old factory settings, the patriarchal ones, had switched back on. And the look from me he pretended not to notice. By evening he wasn't a slave anymore — he was a husband who had decided that today was allowed. I said nothing. I waited for night.

Then I called him into the bedroom and pointed at the floor. He went down on his knees — still with that expression that said it wouldn't be for long. I put a blindfold on him without explaining. "Wait." And I left. I came back about ten minutes later — in that time, in the dark, he had had plenty to think about. I buckled the harness onto myself — slowly, so he could hear every buckle and not understand what it was. I stood right in front of him. He flinched when the silicone touched his cheek — and I said: "Open your mouth."

He opened it — and only then understood. In the dark, seeing nothing, hands behind his back, he was reaching with his mouth for his wife's cock while I held him by the hair and set the pace: slowly while he got used to it, deeper when he tried to pull away, and with no mercy at all the moment he tried to say something through the muffled sound. The back-talk lasted exactly the first twenty seconds. After that there was only a mouth, trying.

I took the blindfold off when I decided it was enough. He knelt there with a wet chin and looked up at me — and this was no longer the man who had been answering over his shoulder all day. "Who are you?" — "Your slave, Mistress." — "What did you do today?" He told me. Not a single "but".

Notice what wasn't there: no shouting, no argument, no explanations.

Back-talk isn't cured with words — words he's good at. It's cured by keeping his mouth busy.

The point: let him learn to serve your cock before you take him. Then, when the first pegging comes, he’ll already be yours.