My Husband Enjoys Exposing MeMy husband John and I have been happily married for 17 years. We have a sub-dom approach to our marriage. He is dominant both sexually and in every other area of our lives. I am voluntarily submissive and enjoy following his instruction to please him. He is particularly dominant about my breasts and nipples because I lactate and he loves to drink my milk regularly. About a year ago he decided to advertise my breasts on an ANR site to find other men who were interested in adult breast-feeding who might like to suckle from them too. He made me bare my breasts and took lots of explicit photos of my milking nipples and attracted lots of attention from men who wanted to experience being breast-fed. Eventually, he agreed a regular feeding routine with 2 men. I wasn't sure if I felt comfortable breast-feeding 2 complete strangers, but John was keen to watch me do it and as he controls me, my breasts and my sexual experiences, I had no choice but to submit.
Both men came for their initial meetings seperately.John instructed that I wear a gypsy-style low-cut shirt with no underwear and that I sit quietly while they my boobs and how the feeding arrangements would work. I wasn't to ask any questions or speak unless spoken to, and I certainly wasn't permitted to refuse anything that was about to happen. I felt deliciously vulnerable and mildly humiliated as my husband talked with a stranger about my breast size, how much milk I produce, what my nipples felt like during sucking, wether feeding times should be 30 mins or 1 hour. I had no control at all, I just had to trust my husband to take care of me and submit to his agreements.
John came to stand behind me and reached his arms around me. He took hold of my breasts and lifted them up and down for the stranger to see. He began unbuttoning my shirt, getting ready to expose me, while the stranger stared in excitement. I sat perfectly still, quietly submitting, as John pulled my shirt open and exposed my heavy, milk-filled breasts and my brownish-pink nipples which turn a shade darker when it's time to nurse. I felt so humiliated I was excited! I loved being exposed like an ob
The stranger was very gentle as he reached forward and cupped my breasts. He stroked them softly, lifted them up and down to check their weight, made them bounce and pushed them together. He squeezed them rhythmatically until milk began to spray across the room like a garden water sprinkler. It felt strange but beyond exciting to be exposed to a stranger's hands and have my breasts inspected for their ability to please.
John developed a fetish for showing my breasts to people after that experience. He wasn't willing to have anyone else suck on them, but he enjoyed unbuttoning my shirt and exposing my nipples to his most discreet friends, colleagues and even his brother! Every now and then he indicates to me not to wear a bra when we're expecting a visitor and I have come to expect that John will unbutton my shirt and let the visitor look at my boobs and leaking nipples. Sometimes, he allows them to feel and squeeze, but mostly he just likes to show them off, as if they were a trophy.
There was one occasion when he was displaying me to his brother for the 3rd or 4th time. I was sitting on the sofa, blouse unbuttoned, deliciously exposed, while his brother gazed at my nipples. I really needed to feed because my boobs were milk-filled and heavy to the point where they were beginning to leak. His brother found it such a turn on and gently squeezed each breast to make more milk dribble out. I knew he wanted to suck them but wasn't sure John would consent to that. Instead, John completely surprised me by lifting up my skirt and instructing me to spread my legs for his brother. I was horrified and excited all at the same time. I kept my legs firmly closed, not wanting to have such an intimate area exposed to his brother. John told me 3 times to open my legs and show myself. I was shaking so much I just couldn't! So John took a knee in both hands and parted my legs for me, giving his brother a clear view of the crotch of my underwear. He noted that it seemed wet. It was. I was so excited but so embarrassed that my excitement had been exposed and a wet patch of evidence was on display. John pulled my crotch to one side and allowed his brother a close look at my excited, dripping wet ****. He wasn't invited to touch it but simply enjoy the exposure. John then pulled my underwear off completely, bent my knees to my chest and then held them wide apart so that my **** was spread more widely, giving his brother the best view possible. I writhed with pleasure and made a groaning noise. John continued to exert his control by holding my legs apart so I was unable to close them and protect my modesty. I was so vulnerable, humiliated and controlled - but I adored it!
Occasionally, John exposes me when there's no-one but him around to appreciate the way my clothes pulled aside to make body parts visable. Sometimes he exposes me on the off-chance that someone 'might' see and to remind me that he controls my sexuality. He often forbids me to wear a bra so that he can expose a nipple whenever he wants to. Sometimes, he forbids me to wear a shirt at all and confines me to the house all day, watching as I do the housework topless with leaky nipples. Sometimes he'll make me wear a shirt that absorbs my milk and exposes my leakage by highlighting wet patches around my nipple area. It's sometimes uncomfortable because the fabric rubs my nipples when they need sucking and hey feel painfully sensitive. The wet patches go cold and it's uncomfortable having the cold stick to my skin as I move around, but John enjoys the exposure of my leakage so much that he won't let me change.Sometimes, when we're watching TV, he'll lift my skirt and hold my legs apart, exposing me to no-one. I try to close my legs to protect my modesty but he holds them firmly open. Sometimes he'll slide a finger under my crotch and peel it back, exposing my **** despite not having an audience. I think he just likes to exert his control by keeping me in a state of exposure, just to remind me that he can display my nipples and **** whenever he wants, and that I'll absolutely love it.
One day we were sitting together on the sofa, watching TV, when he removed my panties and held my legs open firmly. He told me it was a punishment for keeping a secret from him earlier in the day, and perhaps a period of uncomfortable exposure might remind me who's boss. He didn't even look at my ****, he just concentrated on the TV and enjoyed knowing that I was exposed. There was a knock at the door and John told me not to dare close my legs. He went to answer it and invited a salesman into the hall. They had a 5 minute discussion. The salesman could see my head and the tops of my knees but couldn't see my **** or that it was exposed. I was nervous that John might invite him into the lounge and he might get more than he bargained for. They talked some more and I really wanted to close my legs but didn't have the courage (John also spanks me routinely and I knew I'd get a good strapping if I disobeyed his orders to keep my legs open). To my horror, John invited the salesman inside and my **** was unashamedly exposed to the unsuspecting chap.
"Don't worry about my wife," John said to him as he stared at me in disbelief, "she's having a few minutes of quiet reflection after hiding something from me earlier. Sometimes a period of time with her legs open and her most private parts on display is good for reminding her that nothing is secret or private between a man and his wife."
The salesman just nodded, dumb-founded. I kept my legs open and looked away from his helpless gaze.
"Take a closer look if you like. She's used to being exposed and closely inspected. It does her the world of good to feel a little bit humiliated. I get a much quieter life for a few weeks after a good, hard exposure to a perfect stranger."
The salesman obliged. He seemed to be shaking as he knelt in front of me and gazed at my open ****. I watched his eyes move over my most intimate parts and struggled to stop my cheeks burning with humiliation. John placed two fingers at either side of my labia and pulled them apart, exposing even MORE of me!
"John!' I protested. My hand moved to cover myself, an automatic reaction when I just can't take any more humiliation. John slapped it away irritably. The look in his eye warned me of a possible spanking later if I did or said another word. He forced my labia apart even further in defiance. The salesman peered deeply in to me, as if looking into an Aladdin's Cave, which I turned my head away in shame.
John didn't punish me later that night but instead talked about how nice it would be to expose me to more people. I don't know what he means by that exactly, he's exposed me to every one of his close single friends, his brother and some discreet colleagues. Perhaps he means photos, maybe he will advertise me again, I don't know. But I do know that I secretly love the humiliation of exposure, to let my husband take control and just show my intimate parts to anyone who's willing to look and not touch.