I stared at the contents of the box that
arrived in the mail that morning. I carefully examined each piece of equipment
before placing it on the bed. When I was
finished, a black leather whip with a twenty-inch fall, black leather wrist and
ankle restraints, a black leather blindfold, a short riding crop, a black
collar and lead, a ball gag, Japanese cloverleaf nipple clamps, a black leather
bra (36C), a pair of black leather panties, and a small black leather slipper
were neatly displayed on the black and white comforter of the king-size bed.
I had placed the order for these items because
of my wife Leigh. We had been married for over twenty years. And I guess by
most standards, it was a good marriage. Early
on in the marriage, I learned that there were three ways to do things–the right
way, the wrong way and Leigh's way. Over
the years, I had acquiesced to her and accepted that things would be done her
way even in the bedroom. It caused me a
lot of unhappiness and frustration. And
it was time that things changed.
Sexually, Leigh didn't like to experiment too
much. She would, on rare occasions, wear
something a little sexy like a bustier and stockings or a garter belt,
stockings and panties. She liked giving
oral sex but never let me cum in her mouth. She wasn't particular fond of receiving oral
sex. Anal sex was absolutely out of the
question. Anything that smacked of being
kinky like bondage, breast torture, or whipping was perverted to her and only
done by sick people. I wanted to explore
new frontiers but could not.
However, this was all going to change and for
the better from my perspective. I was
tired of being frustrated, especially in the bedroom. Things were now going to be done my way. In addition, my sexual curiosity and
expectations would be satisfied. And
Leigh would come to appreciate, enjoy and even crave what she thought was so
perverted. It was time to move from
vanilla to fantastic sex. And I had
taken the first step in reaching that goal.
I knew there were risks, perhaps even great risks in doing so. But they were risks that I was willing to
take. What did I have to loose? A stale marriage, sexual boredom, and a lot of
frustration. But look what I would gain–a
release of sexual frustrations, control, fulfillment of deep-seated desires and
needs and a wife who obeyed. Yes, the
gains far outweighed the risks. I carefully placed the items back into the box
and hid the box in the garage. I knew
Leigh would never find it there. Since
Leigh would not be home for a few hours, I made a trip to the hardware store
and the adult video store and picked up a few other items that might be useful
in training Leigh to be the submissive wife that I desired. Two hours later, I added clothespins, rope,
spring-loaded clasps and few other select adult items to the box in the garage.
I was relaxing in front of the
television and watching the evening news when Leigh returned from work at the
hospital. Her position in upper
management fitted her personality well since she liked to be in control. I met her in the kitchen and gave her a hug
and a kiss. Her 36C breasts felt good as they pressed into my chest. "Hard day?" I asked. I knew the answer from the expression on her
face
"Yes. It was an extremely demanding day
and I am worn out. How was your day off?"
"Good." I did not let on just how
good it had been as I planned for some dramatic changes in her life and mine. I watched as she took off her suit jacket and
laid it over the back of a kitchen chair. I admired just how large her breasts appeared
on her trim 5' 6'' frame. The nipple
clamps will look great on those I fantasized for just a moment.
"I will get dinner in a moment. But I need to change first." She turned to go to the bedroom.
I followed and watched as she unfastened her
skirt and stepped out of it. "Take
your time. I had a late lunch," I remarked. The black hose really accentuated the shape of
her legs.
"So did I," she volunteered while
stripping off her hose. She was wearing
light green silky panties underneath. They were sheer enough so that her dark pubic
hairs were slightly visible.
When she stood up, I moved next to her and
using her hips pulled her ass against my crotch. Moving my hands up, I reached around and
cupped her breasts. I could feel the
hard nipples under the shinny material of her bra. Her shoulder length light brown hair still
smelled fresh and I caught just a hint of her perfume. "Do you want dessert first?"
"I am just too tired. Maybe later."
"Okay," I knew her 'maybe' meant
not tonight. I released my grip on her
breasts and lightly moved my palms over her nipples and then I very lightly
pinched them.
Immediately, she brushed my hands away. "You know I don't like that," she
said with an annoyed tone.
I returned to the scene of the crime and
pinched them again just to make my point and perhaps to annoy her a little. "I like doing it," I simply replied.
She had no idea just how much I liked
pinching her nipples. But she would find
out very soon.
"Well, I don't." She brushed my hands away again and walked
into the bathroom.
Her attitude really pissed me off. As I walked back to the living room, I thought
to myself, "You will learn to like a lot of things you don't right now. In fact, you are going to learn to crave them."
Smiling a wicked smile, I finished
watching the evening news.
She served dinner braless which was very
unusual for her. Later in the evening as
we turned in, I discovered it was her way of showing me that I wasn't going to
get to play with her or her tits that night. But I already knew that would happen. As I lay there, I thought about how things
would change. Therefore, I decided that
this weekend was the weekend to put my plan into action. In just three days, I would begin training and
molding her into the responsive submissive that I needed wanted.
"I have planned a quiet weekend just for
us," I told her the next morning. "That
will give you a few days to clear your schedule for the weekend."
"I will try. But you know how things do happen."
"Yes, I do." Her enthusiasm was a bit lacking. But nothing was going to interfere this
weekend. I was going to be in control,
absolute control. And her attitude would
soon change about a lot of things. I
spent the next few days making sure that everything was ready. I paid special attention to every detail. I was nervous and excited about the prospects
that this weekend held. By Friday
afternoon, I had everything in place. I
sat in the kitchen and contemplated my plans as I waited for Leigh to come home
from work. I had gotten laid on Thursday
night. But it was more of a courtesy
fuck than anything else, a wifely duty. My
heart skipped a beat when I heard the door open. It was show time. "Welcome home," I greeted her.
"Thanks," she said and gave me a
small peck on the cheek. "What
plans do have for the weekend?"
"Just a nice quiet weekend at home,"
I informed her as I locked the deadbolt and removed the key. I had made sure the other doors were secured
and that there was no way for her to escape.
"Doing what?" she asked. Setting down her brief case and removing her jacket,
she waited for my reply.
"I have some interesting plans for you,"
I said. I smiled slightly as she gave me
quizzical look.
"Will I like them?" she asked. Her look told me that she wasn't exactly in
the mood for any of my games.
"You will learn to like them."
"And what does that mean?" Her green eyes flashed at me.
Here goes. There is no turning back I told myself. "It means that I am taking control of
you. And you are going to learn to
satisfy me and obey me without question.
"Excuse me?" She glared at me.
"You heard me. I am tired of your shit and having you call
most of the shots around here. I am
tired of begging for a piece of ass and having to kiss your ass most of the
time to get a little."
"I can guarantee you won't be getting
any this weekend, asshole," she fired back.
"Wrong!" I grabbed her by the arm and made her face me.
"Get on your knees, now!" I ordered.
She stared at me. "No," she said defiantly.
Reaching out and pinching her nipple harder
than I had ever before, I told her, "On your knees." Using my hand on her shoulders, I pushed her
down.
Giving into my strength, she knelt before me.
"Fuck you!"
"Yes, you will. But first, you will learn what I will expect
from you this weekend." I smiled as
she refused to look at me and I sensed her anger. It wasn't the kind of weekend she was
expecting – a weekend where I served her in order to get between her legs. "You will call me 'Master' from now on. Do you understand?" When she didn't
respond, I pinched her other nipple. "Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?" I reached for her nipple again.
"Yes, Master," she responded to
avoid any more pain.
"It's a start. Now whenever you kneel, you will keep your
knees wide apart, you will put your hands behind your back and you will lower
your head and eyes. You will not speak
unless asked to so. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?" I asked as I found her
nipple again and pulled it out while pinching it.
"Ow.
Yes, Master."
"You will learn." I knelt in front of her and pinched both
nipples. "Just a reminder that you
will not speak unless you have permission."
She remained silent this time.
"Oh, if you think you can escape, think
again. I have secured the whole house
and you noticed that I locked the front door right after you came in. Whether you want to be or not, you are here
for the whole weekend. And I will be
watching your every move."
She nervously looked around and saw some of
the new security devices I had placed on the windows. It slowly sank in that she was indeed "captive"
in her own house.
"Now spread those knees." I watched as she obeyed and remembered to put
her hands behind her back and lower her head and eyes. "Yes, I do like you in this position,"
I said as I slowly ran my hand over her thigh, under her skirt and across your
pantie-covered pussy. Using my middle
finger, I pressed her panties into her slit and felt her jump as I found her
clit. "There are rewards for
obedience," I whispered into her ear. "But you will learn that truth as the
weekend wears on." I let my finger
linger against her clit for a few moments. "Whenever I tell you to present yourself
to me, this is the position you will assume. Understand?"
"Yes, Master." she continued to
enjoy my finger on her clit.
"Enough pleasure for now. Take off your blouse."
She slowly unbuttoned and removed her
expensive red silk blouse. Her nipples
were visible through the silky red material of her bra. She almost seemed embarrassed by this simple
act of obedience and exposure. She
folded and placed the blouse near her left knee.
"Now the bra, you little slut."
"I am not a slut," she told me.
"Yes, you are. You are my slut to do with as I please. Don't forget it. And this is for speaking again without
permission and not addressing me as Master." I slapped the side of her left breast with my
right hand. "Now hand me the bra."
As she winced in pain, she reached behind
herself and undid the hooks of her bra. Removing
it from her shoulders, she handed it to me. Her 36C breasts sagged slightly after the support
of the bra was removed and hung there fully exposed for my use and pleasure.
Running my hands over her globes, I softly
caressed them and could feel them respond to my touch. I slowly traced my fingers over each areola
and ended with her nipple being gently squeezed between my thumb and index
finger. I watched her thicker and longer
than average nipples become erect. "Very
nice. I have some very interesting
things for these to experience," I told her
She moaned slightly. But her eyes told me she was fearful of what I
might have in mind for her treasured assets. Assets she had used to manipulate me over the
years.
I could tell that she didn't like being
exposed like this and having to put up with my attentions to her tits. But that was her problem. "Take off the skirt and hose
She wanted to resist but thought better it. She stood and undid her skirt and removed her
stocking under my careful supervision. She
was embarrassed and pissed at having to obey me.
"Now the panties." When she hesitated, I struck her left tit. "A
reminder that obedience–immediate obedience to me–is expected and is not an
option for you."
Within moments, she handed me her panties.
"When standing, you will always spread
your legs wide apart, keep your hands behind you and of course lower your head
and eyes. Do it." I watched as she responded to my commands.
Stepping behind her, I ran my hand over her ass and between her legs. "Just a little reward," I said as my
probing fingers located her clit and gently massaged it. I felt her jerk and
moan softly. "You like this better
than pain?"
"Yes, Master, much more."
"Remember that obedience does bring
rewards. Now present yourself."
She thought for a moment and then knelt
before with her knees apart, hands behind her back with her head and eyes
lowered
"Good, slut. You are indeed learning." Unzipping my pants, I showed her my cock. "Now you are going to suck my cock and
show me just how much you appreciate your master." I reached and tilted her head up and placed my
cock on her lips. "Do it." I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of
her lips moving across the head of my cock
She bobbed up-and-down on my now hard cock. Slowly she took more and more of the shaft
into her mouth. She gagged slightly as
it hit the back of her throat
I watched as she obediently followed my
command to suck my cock. I enjoyed
watching her full red lips slide so smoothly over my shaft. I was glad that I had a thick cock that made
her stretch those soft lips over it. I
enjoyed knowing that I was filling her mouth completely. "When I cum, I am going to cum in you
mouth. You will not spill a drop but you
will swallow my whole load
She paused and looked at me. She shook her head no with my cock still in
her mouth.
"Yes, you will. I know you have never tasted cum before but
tonight you will. Now get busy giving
your master the pleasure he wants. You
are going to be experiencing a lot of firsts before this weekend is over."
Taking her head, I encouraged her to
orally satisfy me. I controlled the
stimulation I received and made her suck me for a very long time
"Lick the tip.'
She immediately used her tongue to circle the
head of my cock.
"Lick off he precome," I told her. I watched as she obeyed. If nothing else, she had always been a good
cocksucker when the mood stuck her. From
now on, she would be when the mood struck me.
"Well, slut, you are going to get your first taste of cum very
soon," I told her. "Now show
me just how well you can suck a cock'
She didn't hesitate. She moved her lips over my shaft and used her
tongue to stimulate my glans. I could
feel myself getting ready to cum. Gripping
her head, I pumped in-and-out of her mouth. Keeping her mouth over my cock, I exploded. My toes curled as I experienced a most awesome
release of sexual energy while I ejaculated into her mouth. I could see her swallow my cum. Pulling my cock out just enough for the tip
to rest on her lips, I commanded her, "Squeeze out the last drop, lick it
clean and swallow." I felt myself getting hard again. However, it wasn't from her oral stimulation
but rather from the erotic power of being in control of her and having her obey
my every demand. It was a wonderful
aphrodisiac. Why had I waited so long to
experience this kind of power and pleasure?