REFLECTIONS - looking back to how it all got started - story by timmy

I waited for my baby at the shower “You go in first and rinse that pee off you then I’ll join you and wash your back and some other critical body parts.”

The shower was fun only the combined sounds of our growling stomachs made us stop playing.

So we dried each other off and went naked into the kitchen to prepare some food. We decided to keep it simple, I fixed some coffee and mimosas while hubby made a mess of scramred eggs and bacon.

“So darling, now that your basic needs are satisfied are you ready to be tied up again? I promise, now that the rubber sheet needs to get cleaned, I won’t make you pee yourself again.”

“I still aught a spank your sexy butt for that trick.”

“Gonna have to catch me first” with that I jumped up and started running around the house with Terry chasing me. Eventually I let him catch me in the guest room.

“Now I have you were I want you babe, here catch” and threw a clean sheet at him.

“Fix your bed, the place of pain and pleasure.”

I wasn’t paying attention and suddenly he grabbed me and swung me over his knees and started to smack my butt – not very hard but, I still felt it get a bit warmer.

“Hey stop that. I’m going to get you back for that. This woman doesn’t get mad, she get even.”

I made a show of crying and begging for mercy and laughingly Terry stopped.

“That will teach you playing tricks on me. Next time I’m going to hit harder.”

“Big mean bully, hitting girls” and now that I was safely out of his clutches “and you hit like a girl.”

“Better watch it lady.”

By that time he had spread out the clean sheet and started to secure the corners, that’s when I tackled him and before he knew what happened I had one hand secured again to the strap attached to the head board and I was wrestling with the other arm. I think he could have defeated my efforts but he let me win.

Once both arms were secure I sat on his chest, bent down and started a tongue wrestling match with my baby. A reward for letting me win.

Then quick as lightning, I flipped around and pushed my butt into his face.

“It hurts – kiss it and make it feel better”

As soon as I felt his first tentative kiss, I stared to do the same to his cock which in no time flat was hard as a steel rod.

“Ah, my truth meter is up and ready again. Maybe we should resume our conversation about what will happen after midnight. See, I really want to explore the chastity thing for a longer time. I had too much fun to just give it up. Admit it dear – I know you are confused – but deep down you liked it too. Ahh, a twitch from your cock. Told you it never lies.”

I let go of his cock and moved up again to plant some hot kisses on my baby.

“You know I love you, I want you to trust me that while we check out this new kind of relationship, I’ll never do anything that will jeopardize our marriage. I think it’s strong enough for us to try some new things, things we never thought of before. It’s just like when we went sky diving the first time, both of us were afraid, but we overcame it and now we go every chance we get.”

“But enough talking, I told you that I would be yours, so which hole do you want to fuck now?”

“Goddess, I would like your ass, please.”

“Sure darling, I said any hole and as often as you want.”

“Goddess, please could you untie me. I would enjoy it so much more if I could touch you, play with your breasts as I ‘plow’ that sexy butt of yours.”

“Trying to sweet talk me. Not going to work. I said any hole, but it will be on my terms. I want to control the pace. So you’ll stay tied up and I’m going to slide up and down that lovely pole of yours.”

I lubed my baby up, squirted half a tube of lube up my ass and settled myself into position. It was a bit harder to line up my anus as opposed to my pussy but pretty soon I felt the tip of his cock pushing against my rose bud. It didn’t take long and I was fully impaled. I always liked that feeling, I just sat and played with my clit, using the other to tweak and twist hubbie’s nipples. It didn’t take long and I had an orgasm followed by several more. Suddenly, I saw some moisture in Terrie’s eyes.

Hey babe, you OK, did I hurt you?

He sort of shook his head but when I brushed my hand lightly over his nipple, he flinched. I must have really used them, never realizing how much I hurt him. Now I got scared. Did he cry out and I never heard him because I was so entranced by the need for my pleasure or had he sucked it up and stayed quiet?

How could I get so immersed into my pleasure to totally disregard the wellbeing of my husband? Scary. I’m going to have to watch that. I don’t want to use him beyond some kinky sex games. What did they say in that book I read –SM 101- Safe, Sane and Consensual.
Well the way I used my hubbie’s nipples, wasn’t consensual. At least I don’t think so. I had to know.

“Sorry darling, I didn’t want to hurt you like that. I got carried away. Please forgive me. I know, I hurt you pretty bad but please tell me, be honest. Was it just pain or did you feel some more?”

Terry looked thoughtful – “Hmm, I think at first it was cool watching you diddling your clit and even pinching my nipples felt pretty erotic. But then somehow you lost it after what I believe was your first orgasm. Your eyes kind of glazed over and you let go of your clit and really attacked my nipples. I thought you were going to twist or rip them off. It really, really hurt, I tried to tell you but it didn’t sink in. So eventually I yelled. That’s when you stopped. The really strange thing, as much as I was hurting I almost ****** from my own orgasm. I think that's when I yelled because the pain was so much more intense right after I came.”

By that time I had tears in my eyes. I sure was not my intention to hurt my darling like that. What a wake-up call. I will really have to watch myself. I didn’t recall his yelling but I guess it must have penetrated my mind on a different level because I did stop hurting him.

“Oh baby, I’m so, so sorry. I promise, never again. I know that I have to watch myself to never again get into such a sexual trance.”

We both knew that he had orgasmed but in spite of that he was still semi hard.

I braced myself and started to slowly ride up and down his cock. That’s when I realized, even when I really, really hurt him, his cock never faltered. For the moment I put that thought aside and just concentrated on giving Terry as much pleasure as I could. Eventually we both came together and I collapsed on his chest pressing my breasts into his used nipples. Terry winced just a bit but when I sladyed him with kisses everything was good.

I slowly got of his cock as it started to shrink inside my, got wet wash cloth and cleaned him off before I planted my cum leaking ass on his face.

As my darling was cleaning up my leaking butt while I played with my clit, I began to wonder when it would be a good time to spring the “contract” on him. Sort of got sidetracked when I had another orgasm.

After a couple of more rounds, we kinda settled down just gently kissing each other when I realized this sex thing is hard work, I’m tired. Also I had a need for a bathroom so I decided to release Terry too since we no longer had rubber sheet on the bed and I really did not want to clean up the mess.

I was standing in front of the mirror, repairing my lipstick when he came up behind me hugged me and gently started to massage my breasts.

“Darling, divine Goddess ( I thought, he’s really getting into this) you are an absolutely amazing woman and I love you so much. I would be totally devastated if we ever separated. I want to spend the rest of my life worshipping you and loving you. But you know right now I’m kinda bushed and need a nap.”

“You know babe, that is a good idea, why don’t we go to my room (there it was again – MY) where the bed is fresh and clean while we air this place out a bit longer.”

That’s what we did, we settled on my bed, cuddled for a while and went to relax spooned with his semi hard cock in my butt crack and one hand gently stroking my nipple.

I woke up first because by now Terry’s cock was getting pretty hard and let it be known that it was ready for action.

A look at my clock radio told me that it was almost five in the afternoon and my stomach let it be known that sustenance was in order. I wiggled out of the embrace which caused Terry to wake up too. His stomach was actually growling which caused both of us to giggle.
“Guess we need to eat something if we want to keep this up ‘til midnight. How about we both take a shower – separate as to avoid getting side tracked and meet in the kitchen. We can decide what we want to do as far as food is concerned while having a beverage.”

For those who may be interested there actually is a book called "SM 101" and is available from Amazon

OH-My! I think I enjoyed that as much as Terry!

It'll be interesting to see how she brings him to the point of being cucked.

Thanks for sharing....... enjoy a little time off.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

I'm enjoying this very much and looking forward to the next segment.

Thanks

GH

C4on and GH,

thank you for your kind words. Looks like I'm going to have to stop for a while. I have a pinched Ulnar nerve. It limits my typing to about 15 minutes before having to stop for a rest. That makes it very difficult to keep the flow going because once the brain is engaged and the thoughts flow, I can't keep up with my hands.

I can create a caption in those 15 minutes but writing a segment longer than half a page is very difficult.

I'm scheduled for surgery on March 7th. Recovery time is unknown at this time.

So I hope that you will bear with me. Once I can type for an hour or longer I'll go back to work on this.

Timmy

We'll miss your story, but your health is all that matters. Good luck in your surgery. I hope it all works out well. We look forward to your healthy return.

GH

Timmy,
We are going to miss you here and hope you come back when all is well. I wish you the best in a speedy recovery!
I guess I need to carbonsmudgeck out the caption pages! Thank you for writing and I can assure you that it is appreciated!
JJ.

Good luck Timmy. Get well soon.

May you have a full and speedy recovery!

Hope all turns out well..... we'll keep an eye out for your return.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Timmy,

I've been mostly staying away from this site lately, intentionally, but now I'm back and catching up on my reading - only to discover the bad news that you're now out of commission. To whoever pinched your ulnar nerve, tell them that we are not amused! I suspect it may have had something to do with the position in which you were tied up...

I hope your surgery goes well and your recovery proceeds apace, and that you will be able to get back to this excellent story soon thereafter. You write far too well to have your talent put on the shelf. Thanks for what you've done here so far; I'll keep a eye out for more!

Take care!
S. Dog

Recover soon, Timmy.

who is the girl in your first post of this story?

Get well . . .

GH, JJ, Peak, C4one and Stormy,

thank you all for understanding.

Heikoo same goes for. As to the girl, sorry but I don't know. I was cruising through my hard drive for some pictures to caption when she 'talked' to me.

Anyway, I managed to hobble a segment together.

Wednesday I'll go under the knife and then we have to see how long it will take to recover before I go back to writing.

Neither one of us took very long and soon we were sitting in the kitchen, me having a glass of wine while Terry was having a beer.
“So what do we do for dinner, go out? Call for takeout?

“I don’t want to waste any time going to a…”
My baby realized what he was going to say.

“Sorry Goddess, if you would like to go out to dinner, we most certainly will. But if I had my druthers, I rather call for takeout. We could do Chinese, haven’t done that for a while.”

He looked hopefully at me. I knew what he was up to. He was looking at the midnight deadline and wanted to get as much sex in as he could possible manage. I couldn’t resist.

Oh babe I thought maybe a nice dinner, then go dancing at the club we went to on Friday. Maybe the same guys are there and I could resume where we stopped. If not them, I’m sure I could find someone else”

He looked devastated and I took mercy on him.

“Sorry babe, I just couldn’t resist. Chinese is just fine with me. You make the call. You know what I like. I’m going to the living room. After you’ve made the call better put on a shirt and pants before the delivery guy shows up.

My darling set the table while waiting for our food and then joined me in the living room. We had just come up for air from our kiss when the door bell chimed- dinner was here.

Dinner was great and we talked about possible vacation plans, stuff like that but never touched on last week or the events today.

“Babe, why don’t you clean up then join me in the living room. Bring me one of your nice after dinner takes that you fix for me every so often but no more holy water for you. I want to show you something and then talk about it.”

I had him puzzled but he did what I asked him for. Meanwhile I got my lap top together with the printed out version of the “agreement” and fired it up ready for some modification is need be.

It was time to talk about the future and fulfilling my wildest fantasy of turning my darling Terry into cuckold Terry without losing him and his love for me. It was a dicey step but I was ready to take that chance. Figured I always could back off a bit – at least at the beginning.

“Darling, thanks for the take. Please sit in the love seat and spread your legs as if you are in a strip club. Don’t give me that look, I know you go sometimes with customers when you’re out of town. It’s OK. It’s part of doing business and I trust you. Now it’s time to repay that trust.”

That brought a frown on his face but I didn’t give him a chance to ask what that meant.

Dancing slowly to the soft jazz I had playing in the background I did a five minute strip routine with the robe I had put on for dinner before getting down onto my knees.
I took his semi rigid cock into my hand while licking the head – sort of just flicking it with my tongue. Yes I had him strip again right after the food arrived.

Within seconds he was hard again and moaning and trying to hump my hand.

“Easy big boy, settle down. Let me do all the work here.”

I pulled the agreement out from behind a pillow on the seat and handed it to him.

“Here, read that while I play with ‘MY’ cock.”

“What is this?”

“Just read it, it’s self-explanatory.”

After a few of minutes – he must have read it at least three times.

“Are you crazy, you want to lock me into a chastity thing for three months. Not going to happen. This week was bad enough…”

He stopped talking because by now I had him on the edge of cumming.

“Just think darling. Did you enjoy this weekend? Wasn’t our sex hotter than ever?

Reluctantly he agreed “yes, but”.

“But nothing, we both know that you enjoy me taking control of our sex life. I’ve done it as long as we have know each other. At the end you’ve always been satisfied.”

I left it hanging there and went back to licking his cock before making a big production of pouring some oil over my boobs and sliding them up and down his pole. He always has loved that. My babe has a breast fetish and maybe that is just the “hook” that I need to make him play.

“Oh my, my cock really likes this”.

At that point a small drop of liquid had appeared on his pee slit. I wiped my finger over it and licked it off.

“Yummy, some pre-cum. Hmmm, nice. I’m impressed that still have some left after what we’ve been doing. Must be the week in chastity. Just think what it will be like after…”

I left that hanging out there and stopped moving my hand and looked at him, boring into his eyes, searching his mind and soul.

“You know, it could get pretty frosty in here if I don’t get my way with this game I want to play. It could get so cold that I would have to wear sweat shirts all the time, even to bed. Assuming that I would even want you there. The way I see it, these three months could be a lot of fun. Admitted maybe more for ME than you but still. We have already established that you do get turned on by the whole thing. That you have a cute and lovable subbie streak. So let’s enjoy the ‘game’. Get kinky. There are weekends like this in your future if you sign that thing.”

I went back to playing with his cock by alternating between rubbing his cock with my boobs and licking it. Always being very careful not to have him cum. Once I almost blew it and I had to clamp him off which resulted in a groan of frustration.

“Relax babe, remember, I’m the Goddess, we agreed to that. I decide when you cum.”

“I want you to contemplate the following – How long do you think you could stand the ‘frosty period’? A week, maybe two, tops three. Then you’ll be begging to lock you up into that CB for a chance to see my boobs again, to get hugs and kisses. Oh did I forget to mention it. The ‘frost’ will turn very quickly into an ‘ice age’ without all physical contact. Probably won’t even talk to you unless there is some household emergency.”

“So let’s say you are hanging really ‘tough’ for two, maybe even three weeks before crawling and begging for the ‘sun to melt the ice’. What do you think will happen? I’m going to be so pissed at you because for all this time I didn’t get any oral services from you.”

“Oh I see what you are thinking. That I’ll get frustrated and give in because I need your tongue and dick. NOT going to happen. My toys will carry me through. They did when we first got married and you had to go on that three month long trip. I have to admit they were the longest three months in my life but I survived and we fucked each other nearly to death when you finally came home.”

“Think about that, think how STRONG I am.”

“No dear, I would be pissed and would want to punish you. I’ll have you crawl and beg for a week. Then I’ll start teasing you a bit. Walk around in bra and panties but NO physical contact and when I finally give in – guess what, where it says right now ‘three months’ it will instead show ‘SIX months’ of chastity. Do you really want to chance that?”

“Remember what I said about trust? Well here is your chance to trust me that I will not endanger our marriage. I love you too much to ever do that. This is a chance to bring our relationship to a new level – a more adventurous one. We found out that we both have a kinky streak, yours tending towards the subbie side while I want to be in charge at all times. I know I can’t do that in our daily life. You are the primary breadwinner, the expert when it comes to financial matters and I will always defer to that but when it comes to the bedroom and our love life I need to be the boss and now that I know, I have a bit of a mean streak, I need to explore that too.”

“Look at these three months as a journey of discovery – discovering the hidden ‘US’. A chance to make fantasies come real within a safe caring environment. Please remember that you have the safe words. Any time (I deliberately ignored the fact that I had limited the number of times he could use them) you can use them if it gets too much. We talk about your concerns, maybe alleviate them by reassuring you of my love for you or change some things completely.”

“We will only know by trying.”

At no time flat I had him on the edge squirming and begging for release.

“Sign the thing, I’ll let you cum and then you can fuck me any place and as often as you can get it up ‘til midnight. For the rest of the evening I’ll be your slut and sex slave. I’ll give up control as a reward for being brave and trusting me – but it most likely will be the last time for that to ever happen.”

“Sign or you can finish this yourself because the ‘ice age’ is about to descend on this house.”

Now that’s one hell of an ultimatum!

How could any man endure such a cold wrath from an Ice Queen?



Thanks for another interesting segment.

Hope ALL goes well with your surgery.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Now that’s one hell of an ultimatum!

How could any man endure such a cold wrath from an Ice Queen?



Thanks for another interesting segment.

Hope ALL goes well with your surgery.

Sorry about the echo in here............ little slow running this morning!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Cuck4one, yes it is one hell of an ultimatum.

Anyway for every one, you might want to re-read the above chapter. When I got back into it I read it and made some changes.

Below is the next segment. I'm recovering from my surgery but typing time is limited so it may be a week or so before there will be more.

Thanks for hanging in here with me.

Suddenly I realized that maybe I had gone too far. The “truth meter” was wilting and there was something in Terry’s eyes that I had never seen before – Real Anger.

Better dial back in a hurry but how?

I smiled at him “darling please don’t get upset. Just testing you a bit. I love you and will never do anything that will hurt our marriage. I need you to trust me on that.”

Look, I know what I just dumped on you sounds pretty harsh. I honestly thought that your subbie psyche would like having an ultimatum like that. I’m not trying to hurt you. Tell you what, why don’t I sit on your lap for a bit, we cuddle and you tell me what your concerns are with my proposal.”

With that I got up and got on Terry’s lap making sure that in the process I slid my boobs one more time over his cock. Once settled, I started to gently wiggle my butt on his lap and sure enough it didn’t take very long before something very nice and special to me started to poke me.

I kissed him very gently and asked.

“So babe, what is your problem with my agreement. You’ve got safe words if things get to much and hope that you don’t think that I would ever ignore them.”

“Yes you have safe words there but only three of them plus the one “emergency brake” that would end it all.”

“Damn, I should have known better, no matter how aroused he is, he’s sharp as a tack. I can’t slip anything past him. Gotta watch that.

“I think, that and the total uncertainty of not knowing if I ever would get some sex or at least a chance for jerking off is what’s bothering me the most. Also I suspect you have some sort of plan because I just don’t see you go without a cock for three months. Are you planning on cheating on me because if you do, you’re out of here so fast that you wouldn’t know what hit you. You know very well that I’m always concerned and insecure whether or how much you love me. Please don’t get angry again. That is just the way I am. Because even after all these years I still have a hard time believing that you picked me over all those other guys. The ones with the hot cars and access to limos and stuff. “

“I know we have all that now but then I had nothing.”

“Add to the mix my confusion about my feelings on Friday night when we were at the club. I just don’t know.”

He took a deep breath and took the opportunity to jump in.

“I should be really angry at you for even thinking that I would ever cheat on you but since I can understand your concerns knowing my sex drive I’m going to let it slide.”

“Rest assured that I will NEVER, EVER cheat on you. I haven’t ‘til now and have no intention to do so in the future. To be honest, I don’t know if and how I will handle my need for a cock. It may be me that will call off the experiment because I can’t stand it any longer. On the other hand, nothing in the agreement would prevent me from unlocking you for a night, letting you fuck me half to death.”

“Now the subject of the safe words. I guess I owe you some rationale for the limited number of safe words. I want you to really think first before using one. I don’t want you to just use one because you’re horny and think you can’t stand it any longer. I want you save them for a truly uncomfortable situation – I don’t rightly know an example of hand. Look, if your cock hurts because of some abrasion or similar kind of thing, you just have to tell me. No safe word required. I don’t want to hurt you. We already established that we need to put in additional spacer rings to make it bit more comfy for you. I do want you to know that you’re restricted when you get hard but not to the point where it really hurts. That is not my intention.”

“How about this – If you have an issue that really bothers you but maybe not quite enough to call the safe word, you could ask for a ‘time out’. Be prepared to say what bothers you with 20 words or less. I will have the choice to let you have that ‘time our’ right then and there or some time later in the day, but within 24 hours from the time you asked for it. That way I still have the control of when to hear your issues. If those 20 words convince me that it is a serious problem, I will address it. If not, you’ll just have to live with it or use the safe word.”

“With that arrangement you have a chance to express your concerns or needs without risking using the safe word. If it is serious, I’ll make adjustments. If I don’t think so, I’ll tell you honestly why I think you’re overreacting. You will have a chance to rethink your problem and if you feel so strongly about it then it must be worth using the safe word.”

“Again, I have to emphasize that you’ll need to trust me that I won’t let any harm come to you, be it physical or mental, not beyond what I think your submissive alter ego can handle. Like Friday night, you managed not to freak out and I got us out of there before it could escalate into some serious problem like a fight with one or all three guys.”

“Now to your other concern about being locked up for three months with the possibility of never being allowed to cum during that time.

“Would it help if I guaranteed you at least ONE orgasm during that time. Sometime between weeks six and eight? Obviously when and how to be my choice.”

“Think about it. I need to go to the bathroom. When I come back we can redraft the agreement to cover those items.”

I got up and sure enough the ‘truth meter’ was back at attention. Whew, I think I just escaped a major confrontation that could have turned into a disaster .

When I got back Terry was busy typing.

Agreement Version II

AGREEMENT COVERING TOTAL CHASTITY FOR Terry AS WORKED OUT BETWEEN GODDESS AND Terry
1) Duration: Three months. At that time the experiment will either end or be renegotiated.

2) Terry will be locked at all times into his CB, except at times needed for inspection or cleaning of the locked up penis. At times of removal, Terry will be bound in a way that he will not be able to interfere with relocking of the penis.

3) GODDESS has the right to remove the CB for Her amusement, to play and tease the subject penis AKA “Her cock”. It is entirely up to Her if such play will result in an orgasm for Terry or not.

3a) Sometime between week five (5) and week (7) at a time, place and means to be decided by GODDESS Terry is guaranteed one (1) full orgasm.

4) Terry will have four different safe words – one each per month of chastity to be used if the events are proving to be too stressful, giving both parties a chance to discuss the issue that caused the use of the safe word and find a way of resolving the problem.

The fourth one is for one reamister only, to permanently stop the experiment. Use of it will cause most likely a substantial rift in the marriage and should be avoided at all times.

4a) In addition to the above safe words Terry has the option to call a “time out” where he will express his concerns in twenty five (25) words or less to GODDESS.

GODDESS has 24 hours to consider his request for change/modification, etc. of the agreement. It is HER option to agree to them or deny them. GODDESS promises to give his request due and serious consideration and not reject it out of hand just to power Terry to use a safe word.

In case of a rejection, should Terry feel strongly about the issue, he will have to resort to using one of the safe words.

5) Terry is required to provide oral services to GODDESS at any time and any place without hope of any relief of his own needs.

6) GODDESS reserves the right to modify this agreement at any time by adding additional conditions, i.e. certain acts by Terry that will earn him some special times of intimacy with GODDESS without having to wear the CB.

6a) Terry has the right to review these before their going into effect and if he finds them too difficult can use his “time out” to voice his objections. At that point clause 4a come into effect and both parties are governed by that.


7) GODDESS is obligated to make sure that at no time any form of injury comes to the locked up penis and to provide regular hygiene beyond what Terry can do in the shower or bath.



Signed: GODDESS
Signed: Terry

As looked over his shoulder – “hey I said 20 words not 25” slapping the back of his head “and what is this ‘6 a’ addition?”

GODDESS, I’m just a simple ‘techie’. I don’t have the verbal s*******s of a trained marketing director.

“Simple techie my ass darling but I’m in a generous mood and will grant you the extra five words – not that I think it will make much difference but we shall see.”

I just couldn’t resist the dig. At the beginning of our relationship were times when I teased him without mercy about his stumbling tongue. I think he was just shy because he’s gotten way better expressing himself and some of his presentations for work are truly master pieces. So like I said simple techie – my ass.

“Now about 6a – maybe you are right and it should be in there. After all 4a gives you the right to request a ‘time out’ so doing so before implementing a change will save time and aggravation.

“Go ahead and send it to the printer for two copies so that we can sign it and get back to fucking.”

Sounds like an interesting contract.

I like the way your story is unfolding and look forward to hearing more.


BTW..... Welcome back, glad your surgery went well and wish you a speedy recovery.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Timmy

Just got caught up. I'm enjoying this.

Thank you

GH

C4one and GH, thank you.

Typing is still a bit of a chore but I decided to post what I have ready this morning.

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We both signed the revised agreement. I locked my copy away. Not sure what Terry did with his.

Both of us grabbed something to take and returned to the guest room where I totally surrendered myself to him.

I’m not sure when, but it was before midnight that both of us fell arelax from pure exhaustion.

I woke up some time during the night when Terry’s cock started to poke me in the ass.

That’s when I realized that I hadn’t locked him back up at midnight. His soft snoring told me that he was way deep in dream land and decided that I really did not want to deal with a grumpy Terry at that point and went back to relax myself.

The alarm in our bedroom was just loud enough to wake us both since the doors were open to both rooms.

I turned to Terry and kissed him – both of us started to laugh. Seems we both made funny faces.

“Pussy breath”

“Cock breath”

“Let’s go take a shower and brush our teeth. I need to get out of this place.”

So we both went to the big shower in the Master Suite. On the way I quickly grabbed the CB and kept it handy. We soaped each other giggling and laughing.

Once he was clean, I quickly got down on my knees and took his hardening cock into my mouth making quick work of making him cum. This was not a pleasure thing to be drawn out – I just wanted him soft for the CB.

Before he even realized it, the lock clicked.

“Babe, consider this last ejaculation a bonus for signing the agreement. Even though I only locked you up just now, your chastity time has been running since midnight. Let the ‘games’ begin.”

There was not time for Terry to return the favor of an O and I wowed that he would spend extra time in the evening pleasuring me.

Shorty after lunch I sent an e-mail to my darling hubby.

“Babe,
Thank you for a fantastic weekend. I love you so much especially since were able to work out a consensus on the ‘agreement’.

I will be late. Because of the long weekend, I need to catch up on some things and Linda and I and a couple of others from my team will order some pizza and continue to work.

I should be home around 9 or 9:30. It would be very nice if you would greet me completely naked with a martini for me in your hand and the lotion for my feet waiting in front of my favorite chair previously known as your chair. I think it is just more appropriate for a GODDESS.

Now speaking of the agreement, I refer to paragraph 6.

It might be to your advantage to start working towards some additional release. Since you will have some time on your hands, I suggest that there is a huge pile of sweaty sheets and stuff that needs to get washed.
I would love to find when I finally come home that both MY bed and the one in the guest room are made up with fresh clean linens. You might burn some scented candles to remove the smell of sex. It’s not that I don’t like it but it loses something the next day.

Have I nice evening babe. I’ll call you when I’m 15 minutes out so you can get the martini to just the right temperature.

XOXOXO”

There first seed of ‘servitude’ was planted. I didn’t have to work. I took the team out to dinner. We did talk for a bit about a marketing strategy for a new product line – just long enough to qualify the dinner as business expense before heading home.

I’m going to slowly tighten the screws and if he doesn’t balk along the line, I’ll give him a bit of wank time in two or three weeks.

“Hey babe, I just got off the highway, should be there in a little while.”

Disconnecting the call I didn’t give him a chance to say anything.

I pulled into the garage and as I got out of my car the connecting door to the house opened and there stood Terry naked as a jay bird except for that pink CB with a tray holding a full martini glass and a single long stem rose.

My pussy flooded and my heart overflowed with love for him. Damn I was the luckiest gal in the whole wide world.

“Babe, I love you. Go put the tray down I need a hug and a kiss. This was one ‘bear’ of day for me”.

He engulfed me into his strong arms and we tongue wrestled like we’d been apart for weeks. Eventually he picked me up and carried me into the living room. Sneakily, I dropped my pumps on the way – something for him to pick up later.

Terry actually deposited me quite gently in what used to be his chair ‘til yesterday.

“There you go Goddess, enjoy your new throne. May I be excused so that I can fetch your martini that I was powerd to leave behind.”

“Of course darling, maybe on the way pick up my shoes that got dropped when you so abruptly carried me off. Be a dear and put them on the stairs. You can bring them up later.”

There, another little thing. All part of the master plan.

The martini and foot massage was pure heaven as I slowly sank into dream land for just a few minutes. I did get a questioning look from Terry when he realized that was wearing stockings, not my usual pantyhose. I ignored it but is was part of the plan. I was going to be ‘hot’ at all times. I had bought more than a week’s worth of new matching undies consisting of low cut or very lacy bras, garter belts and matching panties. Laid on a supply of stockings in different shades and kept a few spares in the office in case some of them got a run while at work. I needed to be careful with what I wore over my new lingerie. I was not going to advertise the new sexy layer to my colleagues. That was only to tease and torment Terry and for the pleasure of an eventual play mates. But now my soaked pussy needed attention and kept me from falling into deep relax.

“Babe, thank you that was lovely but now something else need attention. Why don’t we go upstairs. It will be more comfortable for both of us. No need to carry me. I know you can do it but…”

“Thank you, I’ll see you up there in just a couple of minutes. I have to transfer the last load from the washer to the dryer.”

I’ll be, he actually did laundry. Such a good boy and not even a full day in that CB. I guess the memories of the last two weeks are still very vivid in his mind.

“That’s fine babe, I’ll see up in my room. Please don’t forget the shoes.”

“Yes Ma’am”

Did that sound just a bit sarcastic? I decided to let it slide.

As I reached the top of the stairs. “Terry, a glass of ice water would be nice”.

I almost hoped that he didn’t hear me, so that I could send him back down for it.

It took him a while to get sorted out down stairs, setting the alarm system, turning off lights and stuff. When he came up he had my shoes in one hand and the glass with water in the other. No tray, no rose. Was he trying to tell me that I was pushing too hard. I guess I have to find out.

I was sitting on the bed facing the mirror and brushing my hair when he walked past me to deposit the glass on a night stand. He did have a coaster. So half a point for that.

The low groan when he saw me sitting there in my new sexy lingerie was very satisfying. I could tell that he liked it and clearly that CB was working. I will have to check that in a bit. Maybe add one more spacer ring.

I looked up at him smiling in the hope that it would take the sting out of what I was going to say next.

“Why are you still standing and not on your knees asking for permission to service My pussy. Remember YOU were the one that got lucky this morning. I got shortchanged.”

He got down on his knees and tried to scoot between my legs just as I closed them together.

“I heard neither a ‘yes Goddess’ or ‘sorry’ from you and there is this thing about coming into my room without knocking”.

I saw anger flashing across his face. Now I was really pushing it and he pushed right back. That was totally unexpected..

“Last I remember, this is OUR room. While I on occasion agreed to relax in the other room, since you claimed my tossing and turning disturbed your beauty relax, I did not give up the right to my half of the bed and I will be dammed if will knock to gain access to what is also my room. Do I need you to remind you that the tossing and turning was caused by your desire to have me wear a CB that clearly was too small. Without it I’m a very quiet relaxer. It is you who keeps moving around looking for just the right position to press your butt into my groin.”

“Maybe this is not a very good idea. Get yourself off. I’m going to relax in the other room and I'll to have to rethink this whole thing. I was under the distinct impression that this experiment is supposed to be fun for both of us. While I admit to being a tad submissive, being treated like a redy domestic does not equate to that for me. I don’t mind doing stuff for you. You know that. But this ‘fetch this and that’ and knocking on my own door is just too much.”

“Good night”

I was stunned. It all started so nice. Where did I fuck up? These thought ran through my mind as I heard the door to the guest room slam shut and then the unthinkable – I heard the lock turn. He had locked me out.

We’ve had fights but never, I mean NEVER had we gone into a situation like this. How am I going to fix this and still maintain control? I can’t even go and talk to him, smooth things over.

I had an extremely restless night but must have fallen arelax at the end because I woke up from the growling exhaust of his Mustang as he pulled out of the drive way. Another surprise. He usually does not take it to work. Instead he drives his hybrid Escape. When I looked at the clock it was just two minutes before our normal getting up time. It was clear that he was in no mood to talk this morning. Shit.

I got up, took a shower and got dressed – for a second or two I contemplated to go back to my ‘standard’ undies but decided not to. I had no idea what the day or evening would bring and I wanted to be looking my best if and when I saw Terry next.
I went downstairs, the smell of coffee was a pleasant surprise but the next was not. There it was in the middle of the kitchen table – the lock to his CB. He must have cut open with one of his tools in the garage. Damn, now I was really worried.

Timmy

I love this. What a great twist.

Thank you

GH

Very realistic Timmy. I'm looking forward to see how you develop this story. Just look after your injury - we don't want this to stop leaving us all hanging .. Do we.

GH and Peak, thank you. I won't push. My arm tells me in no uncertain terms when it had enough.

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It was a good thing that I was extremely busy that morning. No time to dwell on what happened to us.
Shortly after lunch I tried to call Terry but his PA told me that he was in a meeting and could not be disturbed unless it was a case of life and death. Well in some way it was – maybe the life and death of our marriage.

I tried his cell phone knowing that it would go straight into voice mail.
“Hi I’m so sorry about last night – not sure where I misread you but I sure did. We need to fix this. Please let us talk, the sooner the better. I love you.”

Well that was all I could do for the moment. The next move was his. Then it occurred to me to check my private e-mail. There it was sitting since 9 AM this morning.

“Clarissa,
We need to talk. I’ll pick you up at six in front of your office. I’ve reserved a private room at the Chateau for dinner. We’ll be on neutral ground an can try to work ourselves out of the mess we’re in right. I might have overreacted a bit but better now at the beginning then down the line in six or so weeks. See you at six.
Love Terry”

Well that was something, he started out kind of formal but at least ended with ‘love’. So maybe we will be OK and get over this.

The Chateau was one of our favorite places for special occasions. An extra benefit were the private dining rooms that could accommodate parties from 6 to 20 diners. He had snared one of these early this morning. I guess a Wednesday after a long weekend was not a big night out for most.

In one way I was looking forward to this on the other I was really scared. For once I could not plan a strategy. That was one of my strength. Always have a strategy. Now I had to wing it. I had no idea if he was going to call the whole thing off, modify the agreement or something else all together. Like the unthinkable - divorce. Well I guess for once I had to fly by the seat of my pants.

I plodded through the rest of the day and at five o’clock I was in the Ladies Room redoing my make-up and getting myself all fixed up. It seems the Gods had been with me this morning when I got dressed on auto pilot.

Sexy hot mint green undies – the bra just barely covering my areolas. However, that part was made from very thin lace and pretty transparent. Also my nipples would push and deform the fabric under the slightest provocation. To counter this, for the office I had selected a forest green silk blouse – Terry’s favorite color.

While in the office I had it tucked in quite loosely in order to avoid the ‘nipple effect’. However, now I gave my nipples a sharp pinch, making them stand out like erasers on a pencil, tucked the blouse in nice and tight and opened two more buttons. There was no way Terry could miss this. I was on a war path. I wanted MY man back under MY thumb and had no problem playing the seduction card to the hilt.

I walked out of the office door a minute before six, just as Terry’s Mustang roared up the circular drive in front of the building.

In a flash, he was out of the car and around it to open the passenger side door for me. I gave him my 1000 Watt smile, made sure there was plenty of cleavage as well as stocking tops visible.

My darling maybe pissed at me but that did not stop him from being a gentleman. Damn, I sure love that lunkhead. I hope we can repair our rift.

There was not much talk during the short drive to the restaurant.

The valet got an eye full from me and a twenty from Terry to keep the car up front and out of the parking lot.

Once seated I ordered a Kir Royal and Terry mineral water. He never takes when he drives what I lovingly refer to the ‘Beast’. Too much power, too easy to lose concentration and wind up in a wreck.

After ordering the sea food special for the night I gave Terry my full attention making sure that the cleavage was just right.

“So Terry, I agree that we have to talk. So since you feel that you have a grievance, please go ahead and ‘sock to me’ as they say on the re-runs of Laugh In.

“Clarissa, for starters I want you to know that I love you very much and I want to find a way out of this mess. Maybe I overreacted, maybe not. I’m just not sure. Maybe my subbie streak is not as wide as you seem to think. I just don’t know.”

I started to say something but he held up his hand.

“Please let me finish. We can discuss, dissect or whatever individual points later.”

At that point our salads arrived and we took a short break eating them.

“Like I said, I don’t know. Last night started out great. I sort of enjoyed the offense – yes it was humiliating, especially since the garage door was still wide open – having to greet you totally nude.”

“I would have made up the rooms without your prompting going from the assumption that I would have helped you anyway had you been home. It’s something we’ve done together many times. No big deal. Same goes for airing out the guest room. That was a no-brainer too.”

“Would I have thought of doing laundry – probably not. Did I mind getting told to do it? Not really.”
“The chair – no big deal. I suspect it is just a mind game. I know you really prefer the love seat where you can tuck you feet under. So any time Goddess requires a throne – it’s yours.”

I had to smile, Terry was right about the chair. I much prefer the love seat but I will take his chair every time he gives me a foot massage or I want to watch some chick flick while he serves my pussy. But maybe I’m getting ahead of myself here.

“So what bothered me so much, that I blew up at you? I first got irritated when you told me to pick up your shoes – again, I would have done that anyway but then you added the comment about putting them on the stairs, graciously permitting me to bring them up later when I was going anyway.”

“It was the tone. There was something in it that I can’t quite put a name to it. The closest thing I can think of is one of those English plays on PBS. You know, upper crust lady talking to the upstairs maid. It irritated the heck out of me at that point. I began to wonder if there was some kind of plan on your end to reduce me, at least on a part time basis, to a servant.”

“I had no problem with the foot massage, you know that I love doing that. Also I was really looking forward to taking care of your pussy…”

We got interrupted as the main course was being served. During our meal we talked by unspoken agreement about office gossip. Terry also told me about a possible trip for three days next week to San Francisco. Normally he would have asked if I could get off and come along. Not this time. Well I have to see.
After our coffee was served Terry continued and I could tell that he was getting just a bit agitated as he recalled last night.

“When you sprung that thing on me, that asking for permission, not saying sorry or knocking on ‘your’ door, I just lost it. Again more than anything, it was that arrogant tone in your voice. There was something about it that was different. It’s not that we have not had similar situations in our role play stuff. The thing is that it always seemed to be playful. To me last night you were dead serious about that. You were just a bitch.”

“In the past, you’ve used an imperious tone with me – it gave me a bit of thrill – but you always smiled. Not last night. I wish you could have seen your face. The evil steplady in Cinderella had a kinder face.”

I was shocked, I had no idea that I had come across like that.

I started to tear up “Baby, I’m so sorry. I had no idea…”

Terry put his hand on mine – first contact since he stopped rubbing my feet last night. It felt good.

“Please, Clarissa no tears. We’ll figure this out. We have time. Lou told me that we could stay until eleven and no one will bother us.”

Look, I don’t mind playing domination games but I have to know that it is a game. I want to find out how wide my subbie streak is and maybe it can stand some widening down the line but I need to know that you love me first and foremost. That wasn’t there last night. I my mind it got lost from the moment you dropped your shoes when I carried you to the throne. You had an agenda and you followed through. I know that, that is how operate in business and in our life. I’ll bet any amount that you have something in mind, something you are aiming for – I have no idea what it is – but you have a goal of redefining our relationship by the end of the three months period.”

I blanched, a good thing that lighting in the room was dialed down to “romantic”. I don’t think he caught it. Damn if he didn’t hit the nail right on the head. Yes that was my goal. Making him subservient and my cuckold – never stopping to love him but yes a redefined relationship. Making his subbie streak as wide as six lane highway. Implanting the Goddess status into his mind on a permanent basis. Now what do I do?

I pretended to sip my coffee as I marshaled my thoughts.

“Terry” - I wanted him to know that I was serious by using his name, not my usual “babe” or other endearments.

“Terry (turning on that 1000 watt smile) I don’t have that evil master plan as you call it.”

I hoped lightening wasn’t going to strike me because this was the very first time I ever lied to Terry.

“What I have is certain ideas and fantasies that I would like to explore with you over these next three months. I want to know how wide your subbie streak is. If it can be widened. You know that I’m a hard driving alpha permisterality in my job and I would like more of that to carry over into our permisteral life. I told you before, it’s about power.”

“I’m truly sorry if I came across last night as a hard hearted bitch. That was not my intention. Yes I wanted to tell you to do things for me the Goddess, knowing that you would do them even when if I didn’t tell you to. The part about knocking last night was truly stupid. I guess I got carried away. I should have known better since we had this discussion before when you started to object of being relegated to the guest room. I sincerely apologize for that.”

“I want you to know that I love you with all my heart , mind and soul and nothing will ever change that. Never before have I hurt like last night when you stormed out of the room and I heard the lock to the other room turn. I was devastated and cried for hours.”

“When I heard you leave this morning, taking the ‘beast’ and later found the busted lock on the kitchen table, I thought that our marriage was over. Add to that that I could not get you on the phone and I was really worried. I sat at my desk during lunch trying to eat a stale wrap from the sandwich shop downstairs expecting some lady or man to show up, asking my name and telling me that I had been served. I was a total wreck.”

“You can’t imagine how relieved I was when I saw your e-mail with the dinner invitation. I want to try to fix this. Make it work and come to an arrangement of some kind where we still go exploring without causing serious hurt feelings.”

“I think that I need to hear from you how you see our future and how we should go from here. Like I said before, I feel very strongly that we need to explore our desires, fantasies and state of minds. If we stop that and just go on as we have in the past before the CB, the tease and denial, I’m afraid that our marriage will be in danger of going stale, become boring and will sooner or later end in divorce. It would break my heart if that were to happen but…”

“I’m not sure what else to say. I think that the ball is still in your court. You need to try to define more of what your thinking is. I know last night did not go too well, so how do we develop a D/s relationship that does not hurt our love and marriage?”

“Darling (my heart jumped at that) I agree with you that if we don’t do something boredom will set in eventually and our marriage will be doomed. However, the same will happen if you – yes you, because you are the dominant power behind this pushes too hard, too fast and too far.”

“Thinking back, last night was an overreaction on my part and I’m sorry for that. I’m guessing that some defense mechanism was triggered, not so much by what you did and said but certainly your demeanor like I explained earlier at the start of this conversation.”

“I also told you many times and at the risk of you getting pissed off again at me, I’m very insecure when it comes to our relationship. I still pinch myself every so often to make sure I really married you and it not all just a dream.”

“Having said that, I need not only to keep hearing that you love me but I need to feel it. Also, I need to know that this is a game to be turned on and off with periods of normalcy, whatever we in the end define as such. I will never submit to a 24/7 D/s relationship. That is not me. I need to give and most importantly receive love from my partner.”

With that Terry reached into his jacket pocket and handed me a small gift wrapped package about the size of a jewelry box.

“What is this?”

“Open it silly and you’ll see.”

I tore the wrapper open and there was indeed a jewelry box. I popped it open and there was a small brass lock and two keys.

My eyes misted over – he loved me so much that he was risking to keep this going. He was not going to dump me. How can I make this up to him.

“Babe?”

“Yes I’m wearing it right now. I did add two more spacer rings and right now it’s held together with one of those numbered plastic tabs that came with the CB to be used for airline travel so that the whole thing won’t set off the metal detectors. Of course now with those new body scanners. I don’t know if it would show up or not. Could be pretty humiliating.”

We both chuckled at that thought.

“I have some thoughts about signals you could give me, telling me that the game is on like finding you sitting on the throne aka my chair. Finding your shoes in the middle of the room would be telling me that you are upstairs requiring my services or just coming out and telling me that it’s time to check on the width of my subbie streak.”

I had to smile at that last remark.

“Within those parameters I can accept to be told from time to time that the Master bedroom is ‘your room’ and entrance is by invitation only. Just make sure that it is an occasional thing – NOT the norm because that will either trigger a safe word or worth end the whole thing. I will not be denied my right to that room, my right as your husband to relax with you and make love to you in a totally non kinky way. In other words fuck each other’s brains out ‘til we fall arelax from exhaustion like Monday night.”

I was a bit disturbed by Terry’s last statement. I may have to go real easy on the cuckold thing. Do lots of checking on the “truth meter” before pushing that issue. This was very dangerous ground. I wanted, I needed to make Terry a cuck. The question was to what extent and how often. Clearly at this point he was not ready to give up any of the marital rights.

Timmy

I am enjoying this story. Right now I'm not sure I like this woman, but I'm more than willing to bide my time and see where you're taking us.

Thanks

GH

Very well crafted so far Timmy. Thanks for the pain you must be going through to give it to us. It has gone well beyond the initial picture now ..

Gh and Peak thank you for your kind words and patience

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“Babe, what you have said makes sense to me. I may want to but I don’t think I could sustain being a Domme 24/7. I like to laugh, share stories with you. Cuddle on the love seat with a fire going and watching West Point lose to Syracuse.”

That was a sore point, me being from Upstate New York and die heart Syracuse fan while Terry’s dad and his brother are West Point graduates. Terry was the first in a long line in his family that did not chose a military career. He did join the ROTC in college and the National Guard and was activated during Desert Storm. He left the guard shortly after the end of his deployment and never talked much about his time in Iraq. In some ways I think he still misses the guard – you know before 9/11 when it was almost like Boy Scouts and two weeks of summer camp. But I’m sure that he is glad that he’s out for good. Besides the business just could not function without him.

“You know fight over the sports section of the Sunday paper – Oh wait a minute (I smiled) There will be no more fights. The Goddess claims first right to the paper as delivered each Sunday morning. I might consider letting you have the Style section while I peruse the more serious aspects of the paper.”

I did get a chuckle out of him for that last remark. Won’t he be surprised if that is exactly what I’ll do on Sunday morning.

“On the other hand, I will clearly demand Goddess status should I desire to watch some chick flick as you call them. I shall sit in MY throne while your tongue toils between MY thighs. I hope this will not exceed the width of your subbie streak.”

I saw a brief frown – oops gotta watch this. Can’t get to snippy with him yet.

But then he smiled – “It will be a pleasure to serve you in such manner as long as you promise to keep your thighs tightly clamped around my head so that I may be spared the syrupy dialog.”

“Hmm, maybe I just found a new form of punishment or ***. Tying you to a kitchen chair in front of the TV with the most syrupy chick flick I can find on a continuous loop while me and my girl friends are out having the time of our lives out dancing.”

There I was pushing it again. I saw something flash across his eyes. Not sure if it was anger but I’m sure he thought about Saturday night. While he accepted it, he did not like it much. Oh I think, he got just a bit of a thrill being a humiliated a bit but this was balanced if not overshadowed by jealousy, worrying about being a wimp. All those conflicting emotions that naturally would run through his head. Babe it’s gonna get worse but I will be there to ultimately love and protect you.

At that point we were interrupted by our waitress when she came into the room with our bill.

Terry signed it, added a generous tip and we got ready to leave.

“So Goddess, would you like me to bring you back to your car or do we go home in the ‘beast’ as you affectionate call it and I drive you to work in the morning?”

“I think, I just want to get home. I have some things in mind. Let me just call security and tell them to keep an eye on it ‘til the morning.”
Leaving we ran into the owner, who offered us a night cap as we started to thank him for the long use of the room.

“Thank you Lou, we’ll take a rain check if you don’t mind. We had a bit of a rough going for a bit, we are both tired and Terry has the ‘beast’ out front. You know he never takes when he drives that.”

There I had taken control – I guess on auto pilot and I did not see any sign of resentment from Terry. So far so good.

We said our good byes and there was the ‘beast’ throbbing in front of the door. Both doors open with the valet attending to the passenger side. He was hoping for another flash of stocking top. I didn’t mind at all giving a 20 something a hard on with a bit of cleavage and an inch or two of bare thigh above the lace stocking tops.

As we pulled out of the parking lot into the street I said.

“Babe, would you mind if I took the lead tonight. I’ve got some unfinished business. I promise I won’t make the same mistakes I did last night and I think you just might like the way the night ends.”

He turned quickly towards me with a smile “Yes Goddess”.

Game on.

As soon as we got out of the car, I grabbed Terry hugged him fiercely and started to kiss him.

“Darling, I love you with all my heart. We are going to have some fun tonight. I want you to strip completely – of course your CB stays on just like last night. I’ll go upstairs while you please get me that night cap I turned down earlier. For my darling subbie only water tonight. I may want to go for another ride in the beast.”

With that I scampered off to go upstairs and plopped myself on the bed to wait for Terry. It didn’t take long when he came up the stairs. He stopped in the door way to the bedroom and knocked.

“Please come in Terry, put my take over there on the night stand, then let me look at you. Check out that CB.”

I sat up grabbed his balls, gave them a pretty good squeeze and said:

“Just a reminder that these and all of the rest of you belong to ME. Do you understand?”

“Yes Goddess”.

“Good then get down on your knees and take my shoes off. On second thought no, I think I’ll keep them on. Sexier that way.”

I stood up and walked away from the bed.

“Take my blouse off and hang it in the closet for now.”

I was delighted with the gleam in his eyes as he slowly unbuttoned my blouse and saw what I was wearing under it.

“You like darling? Like the way my nipples stress the thin fabric of the bra. Almost like your CB isn’t it? From now on I’m going to wear only sexy undies like this – just for you (but in my head I thought for now). I want you to be hot and bothered all the time we are home and probably at work to. I might send you a picture of me – you know unbutton my blouse almost all the way and then take a picture with my phone. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Now the skirt – same thing hang it up. You better do get down on your knees so that I can balance myself on your shoulder as I step out of it.”

“That’s it. Darn it just throw the skirt over to the chair. I want you to kiss my pussy right through the fabric of my panties.”

“Like the color darling? Feel the heat?”

But my baby was too busy kissing my sopping wet pussy. I actually had a mini orgasm just from that.

I grabbed his hair “look at me. You like this, don’t you babe? Having to kneel in front of your Goddess?”

A quick nod and a very raspy “Yes Goddess”.

“Good now take my panties off and put them over your face. The soaking wet part right over your nose. Then stand up. I want to inspect your CB. See how much tension there is.”

I pulled Terry close and wrapped my mouth around his CB, starting to suck on this cock. I know he felt some suction because he started to groan.

“Hmm, I don’t know babe, I think we need to take ONE spacer ring out. Your fully hard and there is hardly any bulging out between the plastic. I don’t want you to be too uncomfortable but I want you to know that you are wearing a CB. You know what I mean. On the other hand, with extra spacer most likely you won’t be tossing and turning when you get the early morning ‘woody’. What to do. It’s gonna be a bother if I have to make adjustments every time we are ready to go to relax.”

“You are a brilliant engineer and also a constant tinkerer. Why don’t you over the next few days look at all the different CB’s on the net and see if there is one that could be modified. You know extend or contract it without having to take it off.”

“But enough of that for right now I need your face in my pussy, you need to make up for last night. Right now you are way behind in providing orgasms for your Goddess.”
With that I took the panties of his head and settled in the middle of the bed.

“Come up here baby and do your thing while I tell you what my expectations are for the next few weeks.”

My baby did not waste any time and got busy kissing and teasing and in no time at all had me in the throes of an orgasm.

“Hmm darling you doing good. Now listen carefully. What I would like to see from you – it will earn you points towards release – is a bit more focus on ME. I’m not complaining. You are great lover and all that and you do pay more attention to me than most of the husbands of my girl friends. They are all jealous because I keep bragging about you.”

“But there are few things that could stand some improvement. Like for example do you really need to wash the ‘beast’ every weekend? I mean I can see it if you had it out on the road – no problem but if it stayed in the garage all week long? That could be time spend helping me around the house like doing some laundry and stuff. You know all that new fancy lingerie I got to wear for you needs to be washed by hand.”

“Then there is your Saturday golf game.”

Terry stopped eating my pussy and licking my anus when I sprung that on him.

“Relax babe, I’m not telling you not to go and play. I was more like thinking that you could come home right after the round is finished or at least right after your first beer. You know skip lunch with the guys and then sitting on the 19th Tee to watch a golf match, stuff like that. Besides, I don’t think you really wanna take a chance that the guys spot your CB while taking a shower at the club.”

“Just think about how good it would make me feel if you came home on Saturdays to spend the time with me rather than hanging with the guys.

This is excellent. When the husband is very difficult to deal with, it means the offense and suffering will be more powerful. In stories I always prefer husbands who are not "wimps" at all. It makes the humiliating scenes more intense. With a "wimp" or a "slave", everything seems to be the way it should be...

I can't wait to see how she will accomplish her goal...

Still very hot

Thanks

GH

Thank you Benjamin and GH

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“OK, I guess I can do that.”

“Then it’s settled. Now go back to what you were doing. I didn’t tell you to stop.”

The bitch was trying to sneak out again. But I controlled myself and didn’t say anything else.

Originally, I had planned to unlock Terry and reward him with a BJ for not dumping me and actually wearing the CB to our dinner but something in his attitude after the I sprung the golf thing on him just bothered me. I’m not sure what that was. Maybe I was wrong about his submissive nature. Maybe it did not run as deep as I thought. Maybe I need to work on him some more with some serious teasing and denial.

I was getting relaxy.

“Baby, that was wonderful. I’m tired. I want you to stay between my legs and just very gently lick my pussy. No more orgasms. I’m totally worn out and we both have to go to work. When you are sure that I’m arelax you can crawl up on the bed and go to relax yourself here with me or go to the other room if you feel that you are going to be tossing and turning because of your CB.”

“One more thing, it would be very nice to wake up from your kissing my pussy rather than that nasty alarm.”

I knew this would not present a problem. If Terry set his mind to wake up at a certain time, he would do so within a couple of minutes on either side.

I gently stroked his hair

“Thank you for playing my game babe. Good night.”

I don’t think it took me more than five minutes to fall arelax. I was both mentally and physically exhausted.

Sometime during the night I woke up sensed that he was in bed with me and I turned and spooned with him while reaching for his cock and balls. That solicited a small groan – I guess he either was not relaxing or woke up from the contact. But he didn’t say anything and did not move. I stayed perfectly still and waited ‘til I heard his rhythmic breathing. Not sure if was faking it but shortly thereafter I feel arelax again.

Next thing I knew was the sensation of his mouth and tongue on my pussy.

“Good morning darling – this is nice. I think you need to do this every morning from now on. Just a teeny weenie O and then it’s time for the shower. I need to be on time this morning so to remove temptation, please take your shower in the other bathroom after setting up coffee.”

By the end of that speech small little shudders of an impending orgasm started. I hadn’t expected that so soon. I guess being in charge so openly turned me on more than expected. This is going to be fun.

When he came back from his shower, I sat naked in front of the mirror brushing my hair.

I put the brush down, got up and we embraced and kissed. This was part of our normal morning routine. I could feel his cock twitch as I pressed myself against him. Good, I thought. Remember how that felt babe.

“Babe, please get dressed and start breakfast. I’m in the mood for a soft boiled egg and a muffin rather than just cereal plus half of one of those new melons. I’m not quite sure when I’ll be able to get lunch so want something a bit more substantial. Besides, I want to keep secret what underwear I’m wearing today. Have you wonder what I will look like under my prim and proper business attire.

This morning I selected a yellow set. The bra had a full cup but was from very thin material and virtually sheer. It would be perfect for what I had in mind. After tucking in my blouse, my nipples made little tents. Good, this will be fine this morning for breakfast. I’ll just have to remember to pull it out of my skirt a bit before going into the office.

We had a pretty quiet breakfast, decided on dinner and went our separate ways.

A little after two in the afternoon, I sent him a text.

“check email mk sure u r alone love G”

Right after lunch I had gone into the ladies room, locked myself into a stall, unbuttoned my blouse, gave my nipples a good tweak and then took a picture of my boobs in their lacy confinement. It took a couple of tries before I had just the right look before sending it to Terry’s private e-mail address.

As usual I got home a little earlier than Terry, I took my suit and blouse off but kept the high heels, stockings and undies on.

When I heard the garage door, I gave my nipples a little twist – not that they really needed it because the way I was turned on at that moment. Struck a sexy pose in the hall way where the door from the garage to the house was, holding a full martini glass.

“Hello sailor, welcome home. Care for a take?”

That smile, on Terry’s face made my heart sing. God, I sure loved this guy and I sure hope this experiment was going to work out.

He dropped his briefcase and hugged and kissed me.

“Easy boy, don’t make me spill your take.”

I handed him the take and he almost spit it out.

“What the f…”

I slapped his face, not really hard but enough to get his attention.

“Don’t you take that tone with your Goddess.”

But then I just couldn’t contain myself any longer and busted out laughing. See what had in that glass was just very cold water and two olives. Judging from the face he made, it couldn’t have tasted very good.

Somewhere during my fits of laughter I did hear him say

“Sorry Goddess”.

“Terry, this is now part of your life – your status as my ‘slave’. No more holy water unless there is some special occasion where I may want to reward you for exceptional services. This doesn’t mean that you can’t have a take when you have a business lunch or dinner. Remember I said that I would never interfere in that part of your life. Same goes for a beer or Transfusion at the club after a round of golf. Remember our conversation last night? But no more beer, cocktails or wine here at home.”

A long speech between fits of giggling.

“I wish you could have seen your face when you took a sip. Didn’t taste too good, did it babe?”

By now he had a halfhearted grin on his face.

“It was vile. Please don’t do that again.”

“I’ll think about it but right now I’m cross with you. Here we have been standing in the hallway talking and you haven’t uttered a single compliment about the way I look. Don’t you like it? Should I go back to wearing cotton panties and bras?”

“I’m so sorry Goddess, please forgive me you look absolutely stunning. Sending that picture was a mean trick. I had a hard time concentrating for most of the afternoon.”

I pouted.

“So you rather look at all those sexy ladies in your office than a picture of your loving wife. You know she went through a lot of trouble doing that. I don’t have a private office like my big shot husband.”

I could see, that he was not taking this very well.

“Relax babe, I’m just teasing. Come, get changed. Remember, you are supposed to be naked and then we go and fix dinner.”

That we did wearing matching frilly aprons that I had gotten for us. Me making the salad while Terry was doing the ‘heavy lifting’. He is a way better cook than I’ll ever be.

Diner was uneventful – well not quite. Hubby almost fetishd on something when my stocking foot started to mess with his balls under the table.

The rest of the night was pretty much routine – a little talking and teasing. Watching the 10 o’clock new and heading up to bed where I put hubby to work on my pussy and ass.

He was getting really into it when I sprung the next thing on him.

“Darling, tomorrow is Friday and I want to go out to dinner and dancing. You know have a good time like last Friday.”

That stopped him cold. His head popped out of my crotch and he looked at me with puppy eyes.

“You mean like, humiliating me and flirting with some strangers. Letting them feel you up and who knows what else you have in mind. I really don’t think that I like that idea.”

From his position, there was no way that I could see his ‘truth meter’. I knew that even locked up, it could twitch if he got turned on.

“Come up here babe. You deserve a rest and we need to talk about this.”

He settled next to me on his back and started to play with his nipples.

“Maybe I should get the clips, you know *** these a bit to find out the truth. The last time we talked about this, you told me that you got turned on by the offense.”

“Talk to me.”

“Look Goddess (that was a good thing, I thought, calling me Goddess) at first I thought so when you had me all confused and turned on with all the other stuff we were doing that day. I really don’t know. Maybe I am turned on but it will be offset if not worse by my insecurity about you leaving me. What if this time we can’t get away like the last time and there is a fight. I know I could handle one or two of the ones there the last time. Three I don’t know. So I could get hurt, maybe even wind up in jail.”

“Is that what you want? Do you get turned on watching some guys beating the crap out of your husband? Is that what it all boils down to? ”

“Maybe I should have left the stupid CB off and never agreed to this. Take my chances with our marriage getting stale down the line. Also, I still think that there is more behind this whole thing than you want to admit. You keep telling me that you love me but what you are trying to do does not quite add up.”

“Dammit, yes I love you. Get it through your hard skull. Baby, I don’t want you to get into fights and certainly not get hurt or go to jail. Also you are wrong about having that evil master plan you keep bringing up. It just a game. Yes I get turned on by dishing out a little offense but most certainly not from you getting hurt.”

There, this is second time I lied to him. Trouble is I was so wrapped up in my plan that this time I didn’t even feel bad.

“If you don’t want to ‘play’ at the club, there is a way we can get around that. I go by myself tomorrow night. The club is attached to a nice hotel and I’ll get a room. That way I won’t be driving home and risk a DUI.”

“It will spare you the offense of having to watch me, maybe make fun of you in front of the guys, stuff like that.”

“Maybe you would like to sit home and just wonder what I’m doing out there with those guys. Is that what you would prefer? The torment of NOT knowing if I cheat on you?”

All that time I was watching his cock like a hawk. Nothing going on, no twitches. Maybe I was all wrong about this.

He just got up left for the other room. At least he didn’t lock the door this time. I decided to let him be. But then the devil got into me and got My special vibe and started playing with myself. Slowly getting louder and louder – he had to know what I was doing. While door to the other room was closed, mine was wide open.

As I started to build up to a massive orgasm, I started to yell

“Fuck ME you bastard, fuck ME”.

I hadn’t noticed at first but then he spoke up.

“So who’s been fucking you – Dick, Tom or Harry or whatever their names where from the club? Coming to think ‘bastard’ is as good as any other name. Try to keep the noise down. I would like to have a good night’s relax even though I doubt I will be able to. I just don’t know what got into you.”

Shit, I screwed up again. I changed the setting of the alarm to get up 45 minutes earlier than usual. I needed to convince my baby that I loved him. Right now was just not the time to do that. Hopefully in the morning when he woke up with my nipples in his face he would forget about all this.