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My wife, my slave (Prince & Semper Fi)

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Oct 17, 2012
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Greg sat back from his wife's laptop and let out a long sigh. He was stunned by what he had just read, but the throbbing cock in his jeans was also evidence that he was incredibly turned on. It had started innocently at first. She had gone out for a girl's night with some friends and he needed to get someone's number from her email. He hadn't meant to snoop around on her browser, but somehow he had hit the back arrow and it went to an unexpected site. And then he'd checked the history. That was almost two hours ago. Two hours spent visiting all the sites, stories and videos he had found that she had looked at in the last couple weeks alone.

The stunning thing was that if there was one problem in their relationship it was sex. His wife was not unwilling to have sex, it was just that their sex had become so vanilla, so predictable and frankly, so boring, that neither of them were that excited about it anymore. Greg was a bit embarrassed to admit that there were some nights where he'd almost rather just watch porn, jerk off and go to sleep rather than endure the same old missionary position oriented thrusting with some uninspiring moaning on both sides. He'd tried to spice things up a bit, but he realized now he never knew exactly what she wanted. Trying to be more romantic seemed to help a little, candles and massages, lots of foreplay and other tried and true techniques sparked a little extra flame. But it was a lot of work and the actual fucking wound up around the same. She didn't seem to like oral sex, anal was not even something he felt comfortable asking about, and he often felt like she had sex just to do her duty, rather than from some real lust and passion. He wasn't bad looking, with dark hair, blue eyes and a lean body he still kept in great shape despite being almost thirty. There was just something that wasn't making her excited.

Then he read her browsing history tonight and his entire view of her had been turned upside down, ripped to shreds, and the pieces exploded one by one. She was kinky. Very kinky. But in a way that he had never suspected given how vanilla she had seemed. She was heavily into BDSM. The stories were always of women tied up, dominated, abused and used by a stern master. Sometimes non-consensually, other times willingly. Women that became sluts that existed to please their master in any way. He now realized that she was indeed a bit submissive, what he had thought passive before, and that everything he had tried which was designed to romance her just didn't flip any of her sexual switches. She didn't want to be pampered and worshiped, she wanted to be controlled and used. It was like trying to get a steak lover to eat a gourmet veggie burger. They would do it, agree that it tasted fine, but their appetite was never sated and they lusted for a different, more carnal flavor. A flavor they might be embarrassed to tell their vegetarian friend about.

Greg had never really been a BDSM enthusiast. It was kinky stuff and he had gotten off to it before, but he had never really considered being a dom and acting like the men in the stories he had just read. Part of it was that he never really knew where the practical line would be drawn in real life if he were to try it with his wife. Fuck, it could be incredibly awkward if she only wanted it in fantasy but not in her bedroom for real. Imagine her reaction if he showed up with a crop and a leather chaps out of the blue! And worse, she might realize that he had snooped and that could be horrible for their relationship. There was almost no way he could just casually ask if she might want him to spank her and handcuff her tonight without arousing suspicion. It just wasn't in the DNA of their relationship.

He carefully left the laptop as it was and returned to the bedroom to change, thinking about what he could do to use this knowledge to rekindle what had become a dying fire in their bedroom. He was lying in bed an hour later when he heard the door open and his wife enter, no doubt a little tipsy and possible expecting some action. He had some ideas already and a smile crept to his face as he heard her walking down the hall.
 
Katherine stepped into the house quietly, sliding her shoes off by the door. She was just the littlest bit tipsy. Her burgundy streaked mahogany hair was hanging loose for once, out of it's normal ponytail. Her pale grey eyes focused on the path she was walking, so as to not bump into anything and wake Greg up. She assumed that he was sleeping, afterall it was nearly one in the morning. And while she may want some action, she certainly wasn't expecting it. Quite honestly at this point it was almost just easier to not have sex. She still loved Greg, and planned on being married to him for the rest of her life, but the sex just wasn't fun anymore.

She paused to get a drink of water in the kitchen, petting her German shepherd who greeted her with a wagging tail. Then she continued on to the bedroom, she moved to the dresser, stripping off her tight jeans and her white halter top, which contrasted with her copper skin beautifully. She replaced them with black cotton pants and a snug tank top. She gave an idle though to spicing up their relationship, she'd recently gotten into BDSM and had to admit she was beyond curious to try it. But so far she hadn't gotten past the videos and the reading online. She didn't have the first clue in how to bring it up to Greg, if she was honest with herself, she doubted he was the type of guy to be into that sort of thing.

Leaving the dark bedroom she moves into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wipe off the slight amount of makeup she'd worn. Her line of thoughts kept drifting that way as she imagined actually trying anything she'd read or seen lately. She was pretty sure she would enjoy it immensely. And at least it would be something new to try, which their relationship definitely needed, but would Greg enjoy it? And would she even be bold enough to suggest such things? Outside of her job as a private security guard for a high-tech corporation, she was a rather quiet and demure. She shook her head, deciding that it wouldn't even really do any good to think much about, with the little chance of it actually happening.

Finishing up in the bathroom, she steps out again, walking quietly over to the bed and slipping under the covers on her side. Kat rolls over to make sure that her alarm is off, seeing as it was Friday night and she had the entire weekend off, a rare but very welcome occurrence. She settles on her side, facing away from her husband as she settles in for the night. She hears the dog, Nitro enter the room and lay down in the corner where his own bed was. Kat let her eyes close, not saying anything to Greg, since she assumed he was sleeping and in the darkness she couldn't see if his eyes were open or not.
 
Greg feigned sleep as Katherine got ready for bed. He watched his wife with new eyes as she stripped and changed in the dimly lit room. It was almost like seeing a stranger changing as he thought about her in the new knowledge of what he had read tonight, and his cock grew hard at the sight of that coppery skin and her sleek curves although he seen them thousands of times before. When she finally settled in, a little unsteady on her feet it seemed, he let her get comfortable before he spoke.

"You are an hour late, drunk and probably spent too much money," he said, voice icy cold in a tone he used only in heated arguments. His anger would appear out of the blue to her. He never had been upset at her like this for something so minor. He knew his tone would shock and confuse her, and he wanted her unsettled. "You leave me here to go out with your friends, drink and probably flirt with guys like some cheap slut."

He reached over and grabbed her shoulder, turning her on her back so he could face her. He kept his eyes cold and his voice firm.

"Why don't you be a good wife and actually do something to please me instead?' he continued. Then added in a low tone that conveyed he wanted obedience, "Suck my dick to show me you are sorry."

As he said the last, he pulled the sheet down and let his rock hard cock pop out to her vision. He was just over 8" long, not a massive porn star dick, but large for a normal man and certainly wide enough as well that Katherine and his girlfriend's before had struggled to deep throat his cock and he could make their holes sore if he wanted.

"What are you waiting for? If you are going to be a slut, you'll be my slut."

He let his last words hang, his own heart was racing and adding to his excitement. He'd never talked to his wife in this manner and it was a wild gamble that could backfire spectacularly. But he'd read her stories and his words and tone were exactly what she seemed to enjoy. A strong man telling his woman what to do, ordering her to please him and not afraid to talk dirty to her as he did it. He had made sure that every statement reinforced his position of power with her and put her in her place and now he waited to see how she'd respond.
 
Kat stiffens a bit at his tone, not having expected it from him. He never got angry at her for something so simple. "I wasn't aware I had a curfew." She says, a slight Montana drawl to her words, giving away where she'd grown up, still retaining the accent even after nearly a decade of being away from her home state. "Nor am I drunk." She says, which was true, she was buzzed for sure, and would be considered unsafe to drive, but she could think clearly. When he grabbed her and turned her around she was even more surprised and it showed her pale eyes.

She remained quiet for a moment, eyeing him as he gave her a command. Her eyebrow raised as she wondered what had changed since she'd been gone. Even though this was beyond unexpected, she had to admit it sort of thrilled her. Kat personally wasn't sure her husband even had it in him. There seemed to be an inner battle within her, she wanted to simply give in and let them both enjoy this. But a part of her wanted to see if he actually meant it or if he was bluffing.

"And if I don't?" She asks, her eyes running over his body, before moving back to his eyes. While she was certainly the submissive type and she wouldn't physically fight back as long as she felt safe, she would push his buttons a little, make sure he was serious about this. She sits up slightly, putting a hand behind her to support her weight as she watched him. A small shiver ran through her as she imagined her husband actually taking control, and after this first push against his dominance she wasn't likely to test him again, that just wasn't her. But for the moment confusion still ran through her as she tried to figure out what changed, even if she was pleased by the change.
 
Greg had kept his hand on her shoulder, that constant physical touch was another reminder of his strength and dominance. He could see the confusion and shock, followed by the instant probing resistance. Her response was natural of course. Although she fantasized about being dominated and used, it was outside the bounds of her normal personality and their normal relationship. Just as it had been difficult for Greg to order her as he just had, it was difficult for Kat to give in to this request out of the blue. But, he had seen the way she glanced down his body at his throbbing cock, that lingering gaze on the evidence of his desire. There was a widening of her eyes and her breathing was suddenly faster. She was excited by his new found assertiveness, even as she fought to try to be her normal self.

She wanted to submit, oh she desperately wanted to give in to him. But the sub side of her needed more, evidence that he was truly dominant and not going to meekly back down. That she wasn't going to be submitting to some wussy man playacting or full of talk. This was a side of Greg he'd never shown her and she was hesitant to believe it. He believed she craved a more physical sign that showed he meant business, some indicator that she had to obey him because he was strong enough to make her do it anyway. Greg had been prepared to do more, and indeed would have been disappointed if she had meekly submitted.

That hand on her shoulder slid up to the back of her neck and tangled in her long hair, grabbing a fistful. He suddenly gave her hair a tug, not hard, but not gentle either. Enough to snap her chin up slightly and send a throb of pain through her scalp. With that little tug, Greg felt like he had crossed a line in their sexual play in a way that was the equivalent of a castle wall being breached by a cannon. He had never done this before. Never caused her any pain in bed; not even the lightest slap or tug. Beyond a light graze of his teeth on her nipples, he'd always given her pleasure. Always had her permission and made every act mutual and respectful. And never showed that he would be willing to use force.

"If you don't suck my cock, I'm going to bend you over and spank you until you do," he said, voice never raising and sounding as factual as if what he described was the simplest, most boring thing in the world to do. "And I may spank you anyway if you don't start sucking right now."
 
She squeaks when he tugged her hair, making her tip her head up. Though it hurt for a quick second, it didn't last and didn't bother her, she had a high pain tolerance in general, which she figured would work in her favor in their seemingly new relationship. It was more of a surprise than anything, he had never caused any intentional, or even unintentional, pain before. But she didn't really mind, honestly, Kat enjoyed a little bit of pain. She didn't love it, like some women did, but she enjoyed a bit of it. She holds his gaze with her nearly colorless eyes as she seems to assess him. When he threatened to spank her if she didn't, the normal part of her, the sassy part, wanted to bait him, push him to do it. The other part of her, told herself to not push him, to obey him.

He sounded so calm, so uncaring about the thought of spanking her, and that surprised her. She trembles a bit in anticipation, this seemed to be the start of something completely new for them, and she was excited about the prospect of exploring this new side of her husband. Lost in those thoughts, she didn't immediately begin doing as he asked. Even though she had imagined it, submitting in theory and submitting in real life were two completely different things, and she had no real practice at it. She wasn't use to having to immediately comply with what he ordered, even if it was expected and demanded now.

It would certainly take some training for both of them, but that would come in time, with practice. And in the meantime, it would be fun learning things together. Her eyes held Greg's as thoughts raced through her head. She was beginning to submit, she wanted this, she didn't want to fight him on it, she was beginning to see that he was indeed serious and willing to back up with words with action, and that was enough for her to want to submit to him.
 
Greg could tell she was still shocked by his tug of her hair and the new and very unexpected threat of a spanking. He could feel her body trembling through the tight grip he had on her hair and he could see her eyes widen in the dark room, but she seemed unable to move or even speak. Just looking at him like she was staring a stranger. Her breathing was definitely quicker now and he didn't have the experience to tell if she was turned on, or about to run and call the police to get protection from a suddenly abusive husband. He didn't know how many husbands called their wife a slut and then threatened to spank them if they didn't suck their cock. Probably more than he realized, but it was uncharted ground for him.

He couldn't back down though, not at this point. She would lose respect for him and frankly he was too turned on with this first taste of dominance to end it. There was something intoxicating about doing this, having her in his grip, exerting his will and power over her, showing her his throbbing cock and expecting her to please him without question. He suddenly wanted to make sure he won this first battle of their wills. If he couldn't get her to do this act, no matter how much she disliked sucking his cock, he knew he would likely not succeed in ever convincing her that he meant business and his plans for doing more would be destroyed.

She was taking too long to respond and Greg was getting annoyed. She'd had her warning and now was the time to show her how serious he was. Using her hair, he pulled her forward and down so her head was buried at his waist, face pressing against his hard rod. Her ass rose up as she was forced onto her knees. Greg sat up as well, still holding her face down and grinding it against his cock. He reached over and tugged down her cotton pajama pants and panties in one savage motion, exposing her bare ass cheeks. Without giving her a second to speak or recover, he slapped her ass cheeks hard, getting them jiggling with the force of his blows, while his hand pinned her head down firmly. After four or five slaps, just enough to get her ass cheeks pink and stinging, he spoke again.

"Are you going to suck me, or do I have to give you a real spanking?" he breathed out, panting slightly.
 
She certainly had no plans on calling the police, even though this was new for them, she still felt safe with him. Besides she had enough martial arts training that if she truly felt threatened she could probably get away even though he outweighted and outmuscled her. She yelped in surprise when he suddenly pulled her forward, bringing her face to press against his cock as it forced her to rest on her knees, her hands coming out to support her as well. She squirmed a bit as he pulled her pants and underwear down and just about leaped out of her skin when he smacked her ass for the first time. A part of her hadn't actually expected him to do it. But she couldn't deny that it aroused her even more.

She still squirmed a bit at the following slaps, but she was sure he could tell that she enjoyed it. She nodded her head at his question "Yes, I will suck you," She says, her voice a little more rough, her accent just a bit thicker with her arousal. She tilted her head a bit, and ran her tongue along his shaft. She couldn't say that she particularly enjoyed giving oral sex, but she could tolerate it. She brushed her tongue all the way up his length until she reached the top before letting her mouth wrap completely around him. And a part of her enjoyed it simply because he had told her to, and then enforced it. It would seem that he wasn't all talk and was in fact willing to back up his orders. She kept one hand on the bed and the other rested on his leg gently as she took his cock into her mouth.

She lifted her eyes to look at him, curious to see if she was pleasing him or not, seeing as that was the whole point of this. She got to the point where she thought she couldn't take any more of him into her mouth, and she slowly retreated back up, her tongue swirling around the entire time, Once at the top she repeated her actions, sliding down his length again.
 
Greg's cock had been straining and throbbing for so long now that just Kat's face rubbing against it had felt great. When she agreed to suck it, he let out a sigh of relief and rubbed one of her luscious ass cheeks, squeezing it a bit harder than he might normally. Her tongue felt incredible on his veined skin as she licked up his shaft. Blowjobs were so rare these days that the sensation of her mouth on his cock felt incredible. He had a sudden rush of euphoria as she took the head of his cock in his mouth. He had just ordered his wife to suck his cock and she was doing it. The thrill of getting her to obey him and do something she would almost never willingly do was almost greater than the physical pleasure she was giving him.

And she was giving him a lot of great pleasure. She was never a skilled cocksucker, her heart wasn't in it, but she seemed to be more enthusiastic than he had ever remembered. Really trying to please him as she attempted to take his cock deep into her mouth. She looked up at him as she sucked, their eyes meeting and sending a surge of erotic heat through him. This sight, his wife submissively sucking his dick and looking at him for feedback, turned him on like nothing they'd done in the bedroom in recent memory. His cock jerked in her mouth slightly, as if in answer, and he knew he was dripping pre-cum into her throat freely now.

"That's it, suck it nice and good. I want you to take more down.. as much as you can and then suck more in," he growled at her, breathing a little faster. His hand slapped her ass cheek to prod her to action. "Show me you can be my slut. Show me you know how to please me."

He couldn't believe what he was saying to her. He'd never talked dirty like this in the bedroom before. It only made him hotter and he bucked his hips slightly as she sucked, driving more of his cock into her mouth. Her only immediate response, with his hand still on her head holding her on his cock, was the wet sound of his cock slurping through her lips, her saliva and drool mingling with his pre-cum to trail in a glistening river down his cock.

"And don't forget my balls, I want you to suck them," he groaned out, panting as her mouth sent yet another jolt of pleasure through his body. The hand squeezing her ass slid slightly and brushed against her folds, finding them swollen and aroused, her juices dripping out of her. So she was enjoying this, he thought as he moaned out loud, so turned on that his wife was getting aroused at being used and forced to suck his dick. "That's it. Yes. Yes.. suck me. Be my slut."
 
She obediently slid her head back down working to take more of him into her mouth, after the slap to her ass. She paused slightly, to give herself time to adjust before trying to take even more of him into her mouth. She still wasn't able to get all of his cock into her mouth yet, but this was more than she had before. Kat could tell her husband was enjoying this and she enjoyed that. She kept that up for several moments, letting her tongue twist around his hard flesh as her mouth moved up and down his length.

After a little while she removed her mouth from his cock, replacing it with her hand so she was still pleasing him as her mouth moved down to lick and suck at his balls. She was definitely trying harder to please him this time than she usually did with blowjobs. She moaned low in her throat when his fingers brushed slightly against her sensitive flesh between her legs, and without moving her mouth, she tried to rock back against his hand, encouraging him to touch her, wanting to be touched. She kept her eyes lifted, watching him, enjoying the fact that she could see he was pleased by her actions.

Idly she wonders what changed and how he knew she would enjoy this. She worked her mouth and tongue over both of his balls before moving back to his cock, running her tongue over it as her hands and mouth worked to please him.
 
Greg was moaning and breathing hard as his wife worshiped his cock with surprising enthusiasm and skill. She never would have sucked and licked his balls before, and the amount of attention she put into making sure he was being pleased at all times, either a hand stroking his shaft or her lips and tongue on some part of him, was driving him quickly towards an orgasm. She seemed hungry for his cock, eager to get him to cum, and he relished the idea of making her swallow it all. She'd always spat in the few times he'd cum in her mouth before.

Real lust glinted in her eyes and a more primal arousal than he'd ever seen before seemed to fill her as he continued to roughly guide her, his hand pressing her head down and holding it with each suck. Fuck, her pussy was practically a river of arousal right now. He'd never felt her so wet before and all she was doing was sucking his dick. He let his fingers flutter through her folds idly, teasing her but not rubbing her clit or plunging in to give her any hope of satisfaction. He could feel her pushing back against his hand in vain, trying to get him to rub her.

"If you want pleasure, you have to touch yourself," he moaned at her, suddenly moving his hand from her ass entirely. "Play with your pussy while you suck my dick, but don't you fucking cum until I tell you its ok." He barked the last order out before grunting in pleasure at her latest attempt to deep throat his cock.

"And I want you to get my whole dick in your mouth, I want it buried in your throat. You can't cum until you've taken it all in at least once," he said. He had no idea if it was even physically possible for Kat to do it. She certainly had never taken more in than the four or five inches she was sucking down right now, but he sensed a willingness to try in her that might open her throat for him fully for the first time ever. He took his free hand and moved it under her chest, where her breasts were bouncing despite the tight tank top as she bobbed her head. He caught one of those soft mounds and squeezed it, fingers finding the hardened nub of a nipple to pinch tightly. "You've got to learn to be a better cocksucker or I'll never let you cum again."
 
She heard his words as she sucked. And her hand instantly slid down her body to rub herself. She moaned lightly, her lips vibrating around his shaft. She nodded when he told her not to cum until he okay-ed it. Her fingers danced over her clit and her sensitive skin as her other hand and her mouth pleased Greg. Kat tilted her head at his words, wanting her to take his entire length into her mouth. Her eyes widened, could she even do that? She wasn't sure, but she had to try. She moaned again, deeper, when his hand found her breast over her shirt and squeezed and pinched. She continued playing with herself as she began taking a little bit more of him into her mouth. She paused again to let her mouth and throat adjust, before carefully sinking a little bit lower.

She paused at six inches, taking a shuddering breath through her nose as she tried to fight the instinctive urge to gag and pull back. After a moment she managed another inch, but she wasn't sure if she could get all of him into her mouth. She began to retreat, hoping he would be content with her try even if she didn't completely succeed. Her tongue twisted and licked at his shaft within her mouth as her other hand continued to rub herself, she could feel the pleasure building and she often had to stop her fingers, so that she wouldn't orgasm before Greg told her to.

Her eyes lifted up as she gauged his reaction to everything, as her mouth worked over his length and her right hand stroked over the part of his cock that she couldn't fit in her mouth and stroked his balls, doing her best to please him.
 
"Mhmm fuck, more, take it all, fuck, you slut get it in there!" Greg gasped out, face red with passion.

Fuck Kat was torturing him trying to deep throat his cock. Her attempts were already by far the best cock sucking his normally passive wife had ever done. Sloppy, enthusiastic and lustful attempts to repeatedly ram his fat cock into her throat past her gag reflex, her hand stroking his shaft or playing with balls. But she couldn't quite get the whole damn thing in her mouth and he wanted that sight to set him off as his whole body was bucking and straining under her head, ready to explode. He could see her furiously fingering herself, pausing after a blur of fingers to give herself a rest. She was breathing hard through her nose and her breasts, already bouncing from her head bobbing, were swinging with her ragged breathing as well. He started to pinch her nipples now, alternating breasts, marveling at how she didn't seem to complain and enjoyed the sensation as he mixed pain in pleasure on those sweet buds.

"I'm going to fucking push you down on this next one," Greg said, voice serious as his hand tightened on her neck. "I'm going to get you to swallow my big cock no matter what, and then you can cum. Don't fucking cum until your lips are touching my balls. And when I cum, I want you to swallow every fucking drop and lick my dick clean. Don't let anything spill out. Don't even think of spitting."

With that warning, Greg guided her back down in another attempt, feeling her pause at around six inches, fighting the resistance at the entrance to her throat. Pushing forward again another inch until, right at that moment when she wanted to pull off, he pushed down with his hand and bucked his hips hard again. Jamming the last inch of his cock into her warm mouth, feeling it push deep into her throat as her lips brushed the skin around the base of his cock. With a savage groan, he held here there for a long second as his teased cock erupted. His long building pleasure burst through his body like a surging wave and his cock jerked hard deep in her throat before it began to pulse. His entire body stiffened and he started to shoot load after load of his hot spunk into her mouth as she raised her mouth up to try and take it all.

"That's it, you can cum. Cum and suck it all out, swallow all my sperm Kat!" he groaned out as he felt his orgasm rip through him, his cock a ball of pleasure that was draining slowly out into Kat's willing mouth with every jerk of his cock. The mouth of his wife, who until fifteen minutes ago would barely have licked his dick let alone swallowed the entire thing to take a load that deep in her throat.
 
She groaned at the slightly painful pinching of her nipples as she moved her mouth along his shaft. Her eyes widen at his warning, and she tried to shake her head no, she wasn't sure she could do it, but she knew he wasn't going to change his mind. She felt him push her down she she tried to relax her throat and not struggle, but she still found herself squirming a bit. She felt all of his cock enter her mouth and throat. Her tongue twisted around his cock a bit as she focused on breathing for a quick moment before she felt him beginning to cum. Her fingers were still playing with herself and when she heard his words, letting her cum, her body tensed and her body trembled a bit as she came. With how far his cock was in her mouth and throat it was fairly easy to simply begin swallowing his cum, as opposed to spitting it out.

It took her own body several moments before it began to relax, and she focused on stroking her tongue along his cock, cleaning it like he'd ordered. Once she'd finished she pulled her head off of his shaft so that she could breathe. Her breathes were rather deep and ragged, both from the restricted breathing and her climax. She looks up at him with a bit of a smile, "What changed?" She asks softly, meeting his gaze. Finally asking the question out loud, one that she'd been thinking for the last fifteen minutes. She moved a bit to sit on her knees as she felt her heart racing a bit. She lifted her hand to wipe her mouth a bit as she watched her husband, seeming to be seeing him a new light.
 
Greg was basking in the warm glow of his orgasm, a grin on his face as he looked at his stunned, but happy wife. Her question hung out there between them and he didn't answer for a long time, just grinning at her in the dark room as she panted in recovery from her own pleasure.

It was truly stunning, what he had gotten her to do tonight. This woman that would barely lick his cock twenty minutes ago had just deep throated him and swallowed his cum as he had orgasmed into her throat. All while fingering herself to her own climax. He wasn't sure she had ever touched herself in front of him before. She certainly would never admit to masturbating, but he was sure the evidence on her computer pointed to that act. Yet she had fingered herself like a banshee while sucking every drop of cum out of his cock that he could produce. And she had cum herself. So loudly and violently that there was no doubt her orgasm had been real unlike the ones he suspected she faked for him many nights.

It was like he had transformed her into a different woman. Gone was his prude and frigid wife and in her place was this succubus who was willing to let him use her like a dirty slut, provided he was able to convince her she had to submit. To make her feel forced and in his control. Their sex life had just potentially gone from vanilla and boring to something out of the porn videos he would watch when he was desperate to get turned on and feel kinky. Part of him wondered how far she would go now. How much would she trust him to let him dominate her and take their sexual play to new levels that would keep them both horny and happy? Even this night repeated again would be amazing, but he didn't want things to get boring. He knew he'd have to keep her guessing and off her feet. Wondering what his limits were and slightly afraid of this stern new master in the bedroom that he had become.

"Nothing changed. I'm just not hiding what I want anymore. I have my needs and you will make me happy, or get punished for not obeying me. Either one is fine with me. From now on, in here, every night, you are mine. And I don't want you to talk about any of this during the day. Not unless you want me to fuck you right then and there." he said it simply and as sternly as he could. Letting her know he was dead serious. Letting her think it wasn't an act, just him not hiding a side of him that was always there.

"Do you understand that? If so, I want you to tell me that you are going to be my slut in the bedroom, or whenever I want you to be. Say it to me."
 
Kat moved to sit cross legged as it was more comfortable for her as she listened to him. She raised a brow, not entirely sure she believed him, that he has simply been hiding this side of him from her for so long. But at the moment she wasn't in a place to question him. So she simply nodded "Well, I would be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy it, clearly." She says with a slight chuckle, she was sure her reaction bluntly told him that she liked this side of him. And it made her curious as to how their sex life would change because of this. She shivers a bit at his words, when he says that she was his. Kat wasn't sure he had ever said that before, claimed her, at least not so bluntly and to her face.

But again she simply nods, then she smirks a bit. "Yes I understand." She says softly "I will be your slut anywhere you want me to be." She says plainly, meeting his gaze as she sits across from him on the bed. Kat began to wonder what else he had planned for the night, if anything. He had caught her off guard with this display of dominance and it made her wonder if he had planned all of this out or if it had been more of a spur of the moment thing. Her heart rate had slowed and her breathing had evened back out as the two talked and watched each other.

Kat no longer felt buzzed, at least not from the alcohol, she did sort of feel like she was on a different kind of high though, one that was much, much more enjoyable than any affect the alcohol could give.
 
Greg smiled as she said she would be his slut. It was an incredible thing to hear from his prude wife's mouth and sent a shiver down his body. It was incredible how much fun he'd had already and he'd only gotten a blowjob. Kat wasn't even undressed, he'd left her tank top on and only pulled her pajama pants down to her knees yet she'd apparently had a huge orgasm and a good time.

As much as he wanted to hug her and kiss her sweetly, he knew that wouldn't help his need to retain his position as her master. They could be romantic and sweet all they wanted tomorrow, but at night, he wanted to reinforce that she was his little plaything, a slut to be used and abused for his pleasure. Her own enjoyment just a gift or a training tool to make her serve him better.

He gave her a little grin as she spoke and then nodded at her pillow as if for her to lie down.

"If you obey me, I'll make sure you get rewarded. Otherwise, I'm not going to be afraid to discipline you. For now, I'm tired and you've sucked my cock well, for the first time," he said. "You can go to sleep knowing you made me happy, which is all you should care about. We'll discuss what I want next tomorrow night. I'm not holding back any more and I expect you to do what I want, when I need it."

He leaned forward and kissed her cheek softly, whispering in her ear, "Good night, my little slut." Then he rolled over and placed his head on his pillow, truly tired now after the anticipation and planning he had all night in preparation for this encounter. Within seconds, he was fast asleep.
 
Kat watches him as he talks, occasionally nodding her head, she knew he wasn't bluffing when he said he would discipline her. She was glad that he wouldn't be holding anything back anymore. She smiled gently when he kissed her cheek, saying goodnight. She shifted and tugged her pajama pants back up before stretching out on her side of the bed. It took her a little while to calm her mind enough to fall asleep.

The next morning she was up by 7am, dressed and out for a dog with Nitro. Her mind never drifted far from thoughts about her husband and what had happened last night, and what would happen tonight. She had to admit she was beyond excited, and a little nervous. After all this was new territory for her, it so far has been pretty different from what she's read, the emotions much more intense.

She spent most of the day catching up on all the crap that she never got done turning the week because of her job. But she did it all on auto-pilot. She trusted Greg implicitly, and knew that he would only cause her pain that she would ultimately enjoy, but still she couldn't help be more than a little nervous. He hadn't said a word about anything, and had acted as normal as always. Which oddly enough had only made her more curious and more nervous. He was so calm, so casual, like they had been doing this for years, not like it was uncharted territory for both of them.

She had no real way of finding out what he had in mind for the night, and honestly a part of her wanted to be surprised. She finished the laundry and the other various mundane chores before starting dinner. It was simple tonight, a frozen pizza tossed in the oven, she took those 15 minutes to play ball with the dog in the backyard. As it was nearly 7pm, she wondered when their evening would begin.

When it was time to eat she called for Greg as she cut the pizza and put a couple of slices on each plate, she sat down across from her husband to eat, her pale eyes occasionally lifting to look at him she was sure the curiosity, anticipation, and the nervousness were all present in her eyes as she watched him.
 
Mark felt like a different man the next day. It was hard to pin down what had changed, but there was a subtle difference between Kat and himself. The unspoken events of the prior night were lingering in their minds, but the thought of what might happen tonight loomed larger in both their heads. Kat seemed her normal self and Mark went out of his way to act as usual, but the tension and energy between them was markedly different.

Kat seemed to be just a tad bit more attentive to him, watching him and maybe being a bit more deferential. When he slipped behind her at some point during the day to give her a casual kiss on her cheek and grab her ass playfully, she tensed and stared at him wide-eyed, breath quickening in anticipation of something more. She seemed to have a bit of glow and there were none of the petty squabbles and little spats that married couples often had. It was a wonderful day all around.

And Mark had spent the day preparing for the night as well. He had made a special trip to an adult store in the afternoon and hidden some items in their bedroom for later. This was all still new to him, so he planned on experimenting a bit with Kat to find out what really turned her on. And also, of course, what really turned him on. He was beginning to realize that she seemed to get off on submitting to him and that if he continued to prove his dominance, it would be more about satisfying his needs than necessarily having to discover her pleasure spots. Fuck, she had cum from sucking his dick last night, he remembered with a smile, and he wasn't going to fall into his old trap of trying to find ways to please her in the bedroom anymore. She'd get her pleasure if he got off, or as a reward.

He smiled as they made typical conversation at dinner. The tension had been building and he could see how Kat was full of nervous energy as they ate. She was like a tightly wound coil, ready to burst and eager to see what he had planned for the night. Mark took his time, enjoying her anticipation and the uncertainty she still had. He wondered idly if she was already aroused, damp at just the thought of what he might do to her later tonight as she sat across from him fully clothed.

Finally, he rose from the table and stretched.

"It's early, but I think I'm ready for bed. Why don't you clean up and join me. You are fine with going to bed early?" he asked the last as a question, but his tone made it more of a command.

He turned and headed back to the bedroom. He didn't get undressed, but instead got out some of the items he had purchased earlier. He tossed a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold and a vibrator onto the bed and sat in the leather chair in the corner of their bedroom to wait for Kat to come in.
 
Kat tilts her head at words, "Sure, I'll be in, in a few minutes." She says, she was sure he had something planned, otherwise he wouldn't be wanting to go to bed so early, right? But he acted so calm and hadn't said a word about anything. After he left, she gathered their plates as she eyed her dog "Well, this will be interesting." She murmurs. She puts the leftovers away, and loads the dishwasher, starting it. She feeds the dog, then does her usual walk around the main level, insuring all doors and windows were locked.

Once she was satisfied that they were she heads upstairs. Her anticipation was building rapidly, as was the nervousness but ultimately it was drowned out by the excitement. She steps into the room quietly, shutting the door behind her. Kat's pale eyes first land on her husband, meeting his gaze gently, then her eyes drifted to the objects on a the bed, and she couldn't help the little quiver that raced through her body. She indeed had been slightly aroused for most of the day, thinking about and imagining tonight, but that arousal now came to the front of her mind as she looked at the three objects and imagining the fun they would have with them.

She wasn't entirely sure what to do or where to go, so she simply stood beside the closed door, turning her attention back to her husband as she watched him, her eyes filled with anticipation and curiosity and just a bit of nervousness. She smiled lightly "It certainly seems like you have something fun planned." She says, another soft shiver racing through her. Kat still found it hard to believe that her usually sweet, gentle husband must have gone to an adult store to purchase these items, off-handedly she wonders if he bought anything else that he wasn't showing.
 
Greg grinned at his wife as she walked in. He could see her nervous excitement at the toys strewn on the bed. The air was electric with both their anticipation, so very different than the chorish nature of their old bedtime routine. She spoke, a little too casually, still trying to figure out if this was just a game. A roleplay she would go along with for a kink. She was hesitant to assume the role he'd forced on her by surprise last night, unsure how serious he was and what he expected. She'd soon learn her mistake.

"Master," he said and let a long pause follow. "Call me Master in here always."

He raised his hand which held a leather crop and slapped it against his thigh, making a sharp cracking noise in the still room.

"Don't get too comfortable slut," he said, voice hardening now. "You are in here for one purpose only, and that is to be my fuck toy. Now take off your clothes. You should always be naked in here unless I give you something to wear. Tomorrow night you better remember. Now strip and get on your knees in the middle of the floor."

He stood up as he spoke, crop switching against his leg as he paced towards her and circled her. Eyes on her flashing angrily, letting her know he was upset at her presumptuousness and her tone. This was no game, he let her know with his body language and expression. He was going to treat her like his personal sex slave and was daring her to try and stop him. He laid the crop into one of her ass cheeks as he circled behind her, making a meaty smacking noise. The store owner, a BDSM enthusiast himself, had assured him it would provide excellent stinging pain and but was wide enough to cause a minimum of long-term marks.

"Take off your fucking clothes faster, slut," he hissed again.
 
She tilts her head at his words, he wanted her to call him Master. He seemed to be serious about the role he had played last night, that he wanted to continue it, and he wanted her to play the role of a submissive wife. A faint smile flickered on her lips, nodding her head to show she understood. Her eyes focused on the crop as he lifted it, and Kat flinched when it slapped against his thigh, the sound echoing just a bit in the silence.

After he issued his first command of the night, Kat nodded "Yes, Master." She responds, before beginning to pull her casual long sleeve shirt off. But she certainly wasn't hurrying, but nor was she taking her time either. Her eyes tried to follow him as he stood and began to circle her. She tossed her shirt towards the laundry basket before doing the same with her bra. She yelped and instinctively spun to face him when the crop landed sharply on her ass. But she did nothing other than give him a surprised look before she bent to pull her jeans off, then her underwear.

She tossed body into the basket, "Hair up or down?" She asks, her voice polite enough, but forgetting his new title as she wasn't accustom to it. Her dark hair was currently up in a ponytail and she didn't know if he'd prefer it down, or if he simply didn't care about it. Even as she waited for an answer she moved towards the middle of the room, sliding carefully to her knees, facing him as she finished doing what he'd asked. Her pale eyes focus on him, there would be no purposeful testing of his authority tonight, she did that last night and it did her no good, she respected his authority now.
 
Greg watched her strip with a grin, pulse quickening with desire as he felt his cock start to harden. His wife was beautiful, he'd always thought that, but right now she looked fucking sexy as she obediently stripped with a slightly nervous manner. Some primal part of his mind knew she was his to take, potentially any way he wanted, and that was making him lustful and hornier than he could ever remember. Seeing her body exposed slowly as she stripped off each piece of clothing was like seeing a stranger naked in front of him. Every curve and line was fresh and tempting, the body of a willing sex object, not his prude and frigid wife.

Then she forgot to say master, right as she was getting down onto her knees. So submissive and perfect otherwise and trying to please. But he couldn't let it slip, he couldn't ignore her mistake. She had to learn to respect him and calling him master was an essential part of that.

"Up is fine," he said, thinking the ponytail might be easier to grab if needed. He walked up to her and ran the crop along one of her breasts, circling around her nipple slowly and then suddenly tapping it hard with the crop. Not a full blow, but enough to sting. It hardened even more in response. "And never forget to call me master. That was letting you off easily. Put your hands on your head, let me look at your body, slut."

He circled her again, ogling his wife's naked form and licking his lips. Fuck, she truly was sexy like this, on her knees and willing to do whatever he wanted. He could just fuck her right now and it'd be ten times better sex than anything they'd ever done before. He could tell she was hot and ready, her breasts heaving with her fast breaths as he eyed her. He ran his crop along her body as he inspected her, hoping that the pain and danger it posed made the touch more thrilling. Up and down her stomach and sides, down her neck and spine to her ass cheeks, and then between her legs as he stood before her, rubbing it through her slit and pressing it between her lips. He pulled it up between them and inspected the glistening leather, wet with her arousal.

"You're fucking wet already?" he asked, but it was a statement not a real question. He placed the crop tip at her lips. "Lick your juices off it, you've made it dirty."
 
Kat hissed as the end of the crop tapped against her nipple, sending a flash of pain through her. "I'm sorry, Master." She apologizes remembering his title. Pain could be a powerful teacher and even from that light dose of it, it would help her remember his title. She obediently lifts her arms, letting her hands rest on her head, exposing her body entirely to him. She felt more self-conscious that usual and she couldn't figure out why. She was proud her body, she took care of herself and Greg had seen her naked plenty of times before, but somehow it felt different tonight.

She listened to him walk around her, her eyes following him when he was within her sight. She jumped and shivered as the crop began trailing over her skin, almost teasingly. It never struck though, simply skimmed along her. Little quivers would race through Kat periodically from the tough of the crop. She moaned softly when the crop rubbed against her sensitive flesh, sliding between her lips. She trembled in anticipation for whatever he had planned. She was unsurprised to see that the tip of the crop was glistening with her arousal. She had been aroused for the better part of the day and it had only gotten worse once she'd gotten in the bedroom.

Kat nodded at his question, before following his command, her tongue reaching out to lick the leather clean. This was the first time she had ever tasted herself, and while in general she isn't sure how appealing she'd find that, just the fact that Greg was forcing her to do so, ad she didn't really have a choice, that was enough to make her enjoy it. She thoroughly cleaned the tip of the crop before pulling her head back, tilting her head up to look at her master, to see if he was pleased with her actions.
 
"Good girl," he said with a smile as she cleaned the leather crop. He ran it along her cheek lightly. So obedient. Fuck, if had tried to get her to taste herself two nights ago it would have caused a fucking full on freak out in their bed. Yet now she did it with no hesitation. His cock throbbed at the thought, so turned on by his wife now.

He reached over to the bed and grabbed the handcuffs. He pulled her hands behind her back one at a time and cuffed them together. Then he took the blindfold and slid it into place, leaving her tied up and deprived of sight. He knew she'd feel helpless like this. And without sight, every sensation he would give her would be heightened and hopefully more sensual to the novice sub. Every touch, caress, pinch or spank would be all she could think about. And every smell and taste would be vivid in her mind. And she wouldn't know what he was going to do before he did it.

"Open your mouth," he said in a stern voice, letting her hear his zipper being lowered. But he slid his fingers between her lips instead of the cock he imagined she expected, sliding them around her mouth roughly before taking those wet digits out and dragging them down to pinch and twist her nipples. "You are going to have to start at the bottom and learn how to obey me without thinking. Your only purpose is to please me sexually and do anything I want. I don't care if you don't like it, you'll fucking make me happy or you'll suffer. Do you understand? If so tell me and also tell me how wet you are right now. Are you ready to be my slut tonight?"
 
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