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This is a dominant wife story which ultimately leads to cuckolding. My fascination is generally with seduction of the wife's dominance. If this is not your thing, please move on.
My wife grew up with a girl named Kim, and has remained friends with her to this day. I could never quite understand why their friendship has flourished the way it did. The two seem like polar opposites. My wife Sabrina is very much like me. She is traditional, somewhat conservative, and arguably a bit reserved. Kim on the other hand is a wildcat. Both women are attractive, but Kim has a wild side that comes through in her mannerisms, her dress, and certainly her behavior.
Sabrina and I have been married for ten years. During that time we have spent many evenings and weekends with Kim and her now deceased husband Daryl. Daryl was another one that I never would have paired with Kim. He was a great guy, but he was sort of quiet. You could tell, however, that he really loved Kim and worshipped the ground she walked on. While he might have been a bit henpecked, he was clearly happy. He doted on her hand and foot and never failed to jump when she asked him to do something. His death about a year ago in an automobile accident was a real loss to everyone close to him.
After Daryl's death, Kim sold their house and started building a new one. That is where my story begins. There was to be a three month gap between the new house being finished and the time she had to move out of the old one. Sabrina asked what I thought about inviting Kim to live with us during that time, and I told her I thought it was a great idea. I certainly never expected events to unfold the way that they did.
My wife worked downtown for a large law firm. I worked as a freelance copywriter out of our home. Kim became quite wealthy as a result of Daryl's life insurance, and she was expecting more money as a result of the auto accident that took his life. She, therefore, did not have to work. This meant that Kim and I would be alone in the house together during the day while Sabrina was out at work.
About 10:00 in the morning on the first day that we were home together, my business phone rang. "Hello," I answered, expecting a client on the other end.
"Hi, Mark. It's me, Kim."
"Where are you?" I asked
"I'm upstairs, I'm calling you from my cell, but I'm in the guest room. I just got up. Would you mind bringing me up a cup of coffee? I take it with skim milk and an Equal. Daryl always used to make my coffee for me, and I would sure consider it a big favor it I could get you to bring me a cup."
"Uhh, sure. No problem," I responded as I hung up the phone. Of course I thought this was odd, but figured I would do what I could to make the transition to life without Daryl easier. I made her the coffee and walked it up to her room. I knocked on the door of the guest room, and she invited me inside.
"Thanks," she said. She was still in bed, covered to the waist by the bedspread, and wearing a somewhat tight-fitting t-shirt that showed off her shape nicely. "I really do appreciate this."
"You know, Daryl used to do a lot of little things to make my life easy. I hope you don't mind if I ask you to do things for me as well."
"Of course not, just let me know what you need."
"Great," she answered taking the coffee from my hands. "I really do appreciate it."
I left the room and went back to my work. I heard her getting in the shower, and then about thirty minutes later, at about 11:30, I got another call on my work line. It was Kim again.
"Hey Mark, it's me again. I'm going to go run some errands, but before I go, I was hoping you wouldn't mind making me some of that tomato soup I saw in the pantry, and also some wheat toast with just a little bit of butter on it."
"Ummm, ok, no problem," I replied. Yes, I also thought this was a strange level of familiarity that she was taking, but I again complied. She walked downstairs as I was finishing preparing her lunch and sat down at the table. I served her as it just seemed appropriate.
"Great, thanks. Uhhh... this is just a little more butter than I like, but it will be ok for today. And can you get me a diet Coke out of the fridge?"
"Ok," I went to the fridge and got her a can, placing it on the table in front of her.
"Yeah... I like it in a glass over ice." She said this to me as if I was a waiter, with no hesitation or acknowledgement of that fact that it was an awkward request. Nonetheless, I got her a glass, ice cubes, and poured her the diet Coke. I left her alone to finish her lunch.
She walked into my office after lunch, not bothering to knock when she opened the door. "Hey, got two seconds?"
"Sure," I replied.
"Mark, I want you to do me a favor. I don't want Sabrina knowing how dependent I was on Daryl. I'm kind of embarrassed. I mean, he used to do a lot of things for me, but he really liked doing them. It really made him feel good, and I hope you can feel that same sense of satisfaction, but I just don't want Sabrina to know. Is that ok?"
"I guess that's ok, I mean..."
"Good," she interrupted. "We have a deal. I've got to go now. I'll see you around supper time.
And so it went. Over the next few weeks I was waiting on her hand and foot, from the moment she woke up until the moment that Sabrina walked in the door. She had me cooking her food, paying her bills, doing her laundry, running her errands, you name it. And the polite language seemed to disappear. There were never "pleases" worked into a request, it was always just a command. And I don't think she ever thanked me after that first day for anything.
One day when I was picking up her dirty clothes to take to the washing machine, she admonished me to make certain to wash her delicates by hand. "Use Woolite, let them soak, rub them gently together in warm water, rinse in cold, and let them air dry."
I went into the laundry room and began separating out the hand washables. I turned around to make sure nobody was around, and in a moment of weakness, I placed the crotch of one of her pairs of panties to my nose and inhaled. There was a faint trace of her musk. I picked up another pair and did the same.
"Do you like the way they smell?" I turned around in shock and shame. Kim was standing there looking at me, leaning slightly against the door frame. "I said, do you like the way they smell? She was wearing a tight-fitting work-out outfit and looked unbelievably sexy."
"I'm sorry, Kim, I mean, I'm not sure what you are saying... I just..."
"It's ok. I understand, believe me. I want you to enjoy it when you do things for me. When you are done with this, wash my car, and make sure you do the inside as well as the outside. I'm going running." She turned and left me alone with my shame.
I have to confess that her behavior was not the only thing that was strange. I was finding myself completely confused by the way I was reacting to her. I really did enjoy doing things for her. I enjoyed being told to do things. I was becoming irrefutably aroused by the ease with wish she had come to control me. I did not understand it, but I could not deny it.
When we were rejoined by Sabrina in the evenings, Kim converted back to the more typical, casual relationship that we had always had, never asking me to do anything in front of my wife. But when Sabrina left in the morning, it was becoming increasingly clear that I was little more than her obedient manservant, doing everything she asked with enthusiasm and without regard for any other priorities that might compete for my time. Because, with the one exception of my brief indiscretion with her panties, the relationship was on the face of it completely non-sexual, I felt that I wasn't being unfaithful to my wife. This would begin to change, but only in subtle ways.
Kim came into my office one morning and found me on the phone talking to a client. She took a seat in one of the two chairs opposite my desk, and made it clear that she wanted me to wrap up my call as quickly as possible. In her hand she held a tube of something, but I wasn't quite sure what it was. I hung up the phone and looked at her apologetically, muttering "sorry" under my breath.
"Come over here," she commanded. I walked around the desk and started to sit in the chair next to her. "No, go ahead and get on your knees. Take off my shoes; I want you to rub my feet."
I paused almost imperceptibly. Was this going a little further than I had gone already? Sensing my hesitation, she reassured me. "Don't worry, it's only a foot rub. It will still be our little secret."
She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and her shoes were a pair of low-rise wooden sandals. I took them both off, opened the lotion, and rubbed a generous portion along the bottom of her foot. I have to admit, I was incredibly aroused. I didn't dare stand and let her see my erection.
"Mark," she said to me, "it seems that you really like doing things for me. Is that true?"
"Yes, I agree."
"I think some men are happiest when they are following orders from a woman. Are you?"
"Well, I guess it has occurred to me that I have enjoyed it when you tell me to do things."
"Yes, I think that's obvious." She was looking at the bulge in my pants when she said this. "Don't you think you would be happy if Sabrina controlled you the way that I do? Have you ever thought about that...being submissive to your wife."
"I have, but I don't think it is her personality."
"Oh, I'm sure that it is. I think she feels the same way about you. I think she would like to have a little more say in the home, like to have you waiting on her hand and foot. She just lacks the confidence in herself to pull this off with you."
"Do you know something that I don't..."
She ignored my question.
"You know how much better this would be if it were Sabrina that you were serving instead of me? You can rub my feet, but you can lick her pussy. You're a pussy licker aren't you, Mark. I thought that since the first time I met you. I said to myself that you were a pussy licker... not just a guy that occasionally goes down on a girl, but a guy that lives for it, that almost defines his sexuality around it.
"I do like it," I replied nervously but without hesitation.
"I knew this already," she laughed. "Sabrina has told me you love to go down on her, but again, she could take it further. She could have you rub her feet, lick her pussy, anything she wants, and then she could just drift off to sleep, leaving your cock rock hard between your legs... and you would be just fine with that. Maybe she would even cuckold you. Do you know what that means? I bet you do. I bet you are little submissive cuckold that would love to watch your wife fucked by another man."
I was rubbing her feet, but staring at her with an intensity that I could not even conceive. She knew she was taking me somewhere that I wanted to go.
"The possibilities are endless. Believe me, you have no fucking idea how far you would go in your submission to her if she learned how to manage that cock of yours. I've got two more months in this house, and I am going to break her out of her shell, I promise you. Life will never be the same around here. This is going to my gift to her."
I continued to be stunned, by her language, her message, everything.
"You do want this, don't you?"
"Yes," I answered. I did not have one ounce of doubt.
"Of course you do. This will be my gift to both of you. Mark. I like you. I really do. And you know I love Sabrina. I want to give something to both of you by making her the head of your marriage... by making you completely submissive to her."
"I want that so badly."
"I know you do. Here's how we are going to start. Is there something she has been after you to do that you keep blowing off, some little project around the house?"
"Well," still rubbing her feet, "she wants me to haul off that broken weight machine in the basement, then clean the whole basement up."
"Ok, that will work. We won't start with that, but that will be perfect for moving ahead. The first thing that we are going to do is that I am going to go to my storage shed... well, you are going to go to it... immediately. I have some boxes that you will put in the garage, just inside the door. I'm going to tell her when she gets home that I really need some help in moving them, and could she please ask you to do it."
"And then I'll do it," I guessed out loud.
"No, and please be quite. You need to listen and obey, not think. You will not do it. In fact, every time she asks, make up an excuse why you can't do it right then and now. You'll get to it later, tomorrow morning, something like that. Understand?"
"Ok, we're done here. Put my shoes back on." I slipped her sandals back on her feet and started to stand.
"Nope, stay on your knees." She stood and towered above me. "No jacking off for the next few weeks, ok?" She pulled my faced up against the crotch of her jeans.
"If I find out you are jacking off, I will fucking ruin you. Got it? And don't initiate sex with Sabrina without my go ahead. For the time being, I'll be controlling your orgasms, understood?"
"Ok, run and go get the three big boxes against the back end of my storage shed. They're just my winter clothes. The key is the square silver one on my key ring."
When Sabrina arrived home that night, the boxes were waiting by the door. Everything proceeded according to plan. Kim casually asked Sabrina if she could get my help in bringing the boxes up to her room. "They're too heavy for me, and I am embarrassed to ask Mark for favors," she told her. As planned my wife then asked me to move the boxes.
I went several days with promises that I would get to it right away. On the third night, Sabrina was starting to get irritated, but I stuck to my guns. "I'll get them tomorrow, honey. Just let me relax tonight, ok." She was ready to move them herself, but I pleaded with her to just give me another day.
When Sabrina came home from work the next day, she let loose on me. In front of Kim she dressed me down for procrastinating. Not wanting to break my promise to Kim, I responded by just walking away. I went outside, got in my car, and drove off in mock anger.
"Sabrina," said Kim meekly, "I'm sorry I got you into this. I should have just opened those boxes up and moved the clothes upstairs in smaller batches. I never should have bothered Mark by making you ask him for help."
"Don't be ridiculous," answered Sabrina. "He promised repeatedly to do this, and he's just being lazy."
Kim looked down, shuffled her feet and finally lifted her head to make eye contact with Sabrina. "It's none of my business, but can I share something with you? It's a little game that Daryl and I used to play."
"What do you mean? Of course you can share with me."
"Well, it's just that, I think men seem to be happiest when they are wrapped around a woman's finger. I know Daryl was. Maybe it's something that will work with Mark."
When I arrived back at the house, my wife Sabrina said nothing about the boxes in the garage. She was somewhat cold to me, but the rest of the evening was pretty quiet. As Kim had not yet told me anything different, I went about my business and continued to ignore the boxes. At about 10:30, I started getting ready for bed. I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and returned to the bedroom to find my wife already in bed ahead of me. She was wearing a very revealing teddy that I had never seen before.
"Kim let me borrow this. You like it?"
"Yes," I replied in all honesty. "I love it."
She patted at a spot beside her on the bed indicating that she wanted me to join her. I stepped out of my boxers and climbed up. Cupping my balls in her hand, she leaned in to kiss me... moving her mouth to my neck and my ears knowing that this turned me on immensely. She moved her hand to the shaft of my cock and felt in harden in her possession. She stroked it, gently at first but then in a steady rhythm. I dropped my head back and closed my eyes.
"You like it when I touch your cock?" she asked.
"Yes, very much," I muttered. This erotic dialogue was a bit uncharacteristic for her. It was not unheard of, but just not the usual thing. With my eyes still closed she upped the ante on me. She replaced her hand with her warm mouth. She licked up and down the shaft and began sucking on the head for just a moment before she looked up at me and warned me to stop her when I was close to cumming. This I did after just a few minutes of the most incredible blowjob she had ever given me.
"Ok," she said, "now it's your turn." My cock was still rock hard, but I had no alternative other than to follow her lead.
She positioned herself on her back, propped slightly upright by some pillows and spread her legs far apart. She guided my head between her legs and held it in place firmly. I truly did love going down on my wife, and this must have been obvious to her. I gave her the loving attention that my nature demanded of me, and she coached me with a tone of authority in her soft voice that I had never heard before. I must have gone down on her for twenty minutes, bringing her to several orgasms, when finally she pulled my head away by the back of my hair.
"There's something in the drawer of the nightstand that I want you to get out for me." she said.
I scrambled to the side of the bed, my hard cock still bouncing between my own legs, and opened the drawer. Inside was a vibrator. It seemed to be made out of a gel-like material. It was pink and somewhat translucent. It was about eight inches long with a slight bend at the tip. She had never played with toys before, so this came as quite a shock to me.
"There's also a little bottle, get it also." It was lube. I rubbed some on the vibrator. "Now, work it inside me slow. Start with it on low and I'll have you turn it up the speed it I need it."
I turned the vibrator on low and began to first rub it on the perimeter of her pussy, then on her clit before working it inside of her. She purred with approval and let her neck and back arch provocatively. I moved up to put my mouth on her breasts. She held my head in her hand keeping me in place. She moaned with pleasure and squealed and shook like I had never seen her do before.
I pulled back from her chest and positioned myself on my knees between her legs. I held my hard cock in my hand and positioned it in front of her pussy. I gripped the end of the vibrator with my fingers and began to pull it out of her. She put her hand down and stopped me.
"No," she said. "Go get me a warm washcloth."
I hopped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. I waited impatiently as the water from the faucet warmed up. I could hear her moaning and squealing in the bedroom. Finally the water became hot. I soaked the washcloth then rang it out quickly into the sink. I ran back to the bed, my cock still raging hard.
"I can't take it anymore," said Sabrina. "Pull it out of me, slowly." I removed the vibrator and set it down on the sheets. I tried again to position my own cock between her legs, but she held me off. "No, no." She grabbed my head and pushed it between her legs. "Just kiss it, gently." I leaned down and put my lips back on my wife. "Now with the washcloth, clean me up." I rubbed the warm cloth between her legs.
"What about me," I asked.
"Not tonight," she said. "Beginning tonight you and I are starting something new. I was very disappointed by the fact that you did not move those boxes like you promised. And then for you to go off huffing and puffing like you did."
"I'm not sure I understand. I'll move the boxes, I promise. I'll do it right now."
"No. Tomorrow is fine. And I know you will... now. But it's not just the boxes. I think it's time we made some changes. I think that our relationship will work better if I'm the one in charge for now on. What do you think?"
"Uh... I'm not sure I understand." This did not sound like my wife talking. Clearly Kim was influencing her in some way.
"I think maybe you are submissive. Tomorrow morning, after you move those boxes, I want you to look at a website for me. It's called Around Her Finger... you'll find it. I want you to read through it and tell me what you think. Then we can talk. Ok?"
"Good. Goodnight, honey. Go put that washcloth in the sink and come back and cuddle with me." I did. I laid against her, my hard cock pressing against the back of her ass as she drifted off to sleep. As for myself, I don't think I slept a minute of that night.
I lay in bed still awake when my wife got up and readied herself for work. As soon as she left, I got up and went to move the boxes. I set them all outside of her friend Kim's room. Then I ran downstairs and opened up the Around Her Finger website. It described a type of relationship where the husband willing submits to his wife. She takes on the role of head of the household and he obeys her authority in the home. My cock, frustrated from last night's lack of release, was hardening as I read the content on the site. I pulled it out and began stroking it as I sat in front of the computer.
"No you don't" barked Kim from behind me.
Embarrassed, I struggled to pull my pants back up. "Keep them off. It's nothing I haven't seen before."
I stood in front of her, my face flushed with shame. My cock softening between my legs as the shock of being discovered unnerved me.
"This is the big problem... managing your orgasms when we aren't around to watch you. I assume you've gotten to the part on the website about managing orgasms already, haven't you?"
"Then you understand the importance of not jacking off while Sabrina's not around?"
"Yes, Ma'am. I'm sorry."
"I showed Sabrina the Around Her Finger website last night when you stormed out of the house upset about the boxes. As you saw, the site is very much 'entry-level'. She was a bit skeptical, but I convinced her you would love it. It says nothing about strap-ons, or golden showers, or cuckolding. That will all come later. I doubt Sabrina even knows what a cuckold is... yet."
I lowered my head.
"What's the matter... afraid your beautiful wife will be so easily corrupted by her old friend?" Kim just laughed at my lack of response. "The truth is that you shouldn't be worried at all. Yes, you will be amazed at how she will grow comfortable in her role as the dominant wife, but you will love it... every step of the way."
My cock started hardening again. This fact was not lost on Kim.
"Now the question for the time being is what to do about your dirty little habit of jacking off when your wife is not around. Do you have any suggestions?"
"No," I stuttered.
"Well I do." With that she left the room but quickly returned with a small box. She handed it to me, and I opened it to find what I now understand to be a chastity device. This was a CB 3000 model, clear plastic with a brass key. At that time, I had no idea what it was. I pulled it out of the box and held it up with a confused look on my face.
"It's a chastity device," she explained. "It will lock your cock up so you can't play with it. The instructions are in the box. I'll be in my room. Come back up when you've figured out how it works and have it on your cock." With that she left me.
It didn't take long to figure out the device. My main problem was that my cock kept getting hard at the thought of wearing it. This made it difficult to get into the device. Once it was on, however, I could see that it made erections difficult and even a bit uncomfortable. With the brass lock snapped around the device, I put my clothes back on. I expected it to be obvious that I was wearing something under my clothes, but it wasn't at all the case. I went back upstairs, the key in the palm of my hand, and I knocked on Kim's door.
"Come in." I stepped inside. She sat in a chair in the corner of the room, her feet up, reading a magazine. "Take your clothes off," she commanded.
I obeyed her as has become my habit, and undressed. I stood in front of her with my hands behind my back.
She stood and approached me. She tapped on the shell of the device with her fingers. Then she traced those same fingers up my stomach, over my chest and to my lips. She put her mouth close to mine and exhaled warm breath onto my face. My cock stiffened inside the device. She smiled knowing the reaction she engendered.
"Where's the key?" she asked. I held out my hand. "When Sabrina gets home, I want you tell her that you were some tempted to jack off, that on your own initiative, you went out and bought this. Tell her you learned about them on the internet. Give her the key. She'll then control your cock, your orgasms, and your mind. You understand?"
"And you love it, don't you?"
Again, I nodded. "Yes, Ma'am."
"Before Sabrina gets home tonight, I want you to clean that basement. I want that weight machine hauled off... I don't care how you get it done... and I wan that basement spotless. Get going."
"But it would take me a whole weekend to get that done... and it will take two people to move that weight machine. And where do I put it? On the street? The trash people won't take it."
SLAP! Her hand hit across my face. "Kneel down!"
I obeyed and dropped my head to strike a humbled pose. "Don't fucking talk back to me. Obey, obey, obey... period, end of story. Figure out how to get it done!"
I grabbed my clothes and scurried out of the room. I put on some shorts and a t-shirt. I went to the phone book and called a place that hauls off junk. I made an appointment for them to arrive at 4:00, two hours before Sabrina usually gets home. Then I got in my car and drove to the parking lot of a local hardware store where men hang around to picked up for day labor. I picked up two guys and we spent the next few hours working our asses off to clean the basement. When the trash place arrived at 4:00 I had not only the weight machine for them to haul off, but also about fifteen boxes of junk that we should have thrown away years ago.
Kim came downstairs to inspect my progress. "Good job. Now get these guys home and get back here so you can shower and get dinner ready."
Dinner was almost done when Sabrina walked in the door. I ran up to her and planted a kiss on her cheek. I took her briefcase and set it on the table near the door. I dropped to my knees and helped her out of her shoes. "Dinner's almost ready," I said still kneeling. "Why don't you have a seat in the den? I'll bring you in a glass of wine."
"Wow," she said. "I can get used to this. I think I'll go change out of these clothes first, and then you can pour me some wine."
She went into the bedroom and I started setting the table. I then went over and grabbed a good bottle of wine from the pantry and a glass from the cupboard. Before I started pouring, she stepped up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. I felt her mouth on my neck and it moved over to nibble on my ear. Her hands moved quickly - before I could stop them - to my crotch.
"What?" she exclaimed. "What is that? Is there something down your pants?"
"Well, it's a little surprise," I said. I was fumbling for words as I had not yet figured out how I was going to word my revelation to her. "This morning I was thinking about you so much. I wanted to masturbate so bad, but I knew that I would be letting you down if I did. I found out about these things - they're called chastity devices - on the internet. They make it impossible to, umm... masturbate. It sort of locks around you, and it comes with a key." I fumbled in my pocket, pulled out the key and handed it to her.
She stepped back from me. "Come into the bedroom. I want to see this thing."
I followed behind her to the bedroom and all the way into the master bathroom where she had me shut the door behind her. "All right, drop the pants. I want to see this."
I undid my belt, unzipped my zipper and dropped my pants. Sabrina stood staring at it for a full minute without saying a word. She reached out, touched it, examined it, and stepped back still staring. "You said you had the key?" I handed it to her. "Is it comfortable?"
"It's strange, but I like it. Pull your pants up and go get me that wine. I'll be out in the den in a minute. And is Kim home?"
"Yes," I answered pulling up my pants.
"Get her a glass also," she replied.
Sabrina made herself comfortable in the den, and I brought her a glass of wine. In a few minutes Kim came downstairs, and I brought her a glass as well.
"Well, your husband was a busy boy, today. I don't know what's gotten into him. Not only did he bring those boxes up for me, but from what I could see he was pretty busy cleaning the basement out as well."
"What?" exclaimed Sabrina. "You cleaned the basement today?"
"Oh, I thought you knew. I hope I didn't ruin the surprise," said Kim.
Sabrina stood up and walked over to the basement door, opening it and turning on the light on the stairs. She went downstairs and soon called for me to join her. Kim followed downstairs behind me. Sabrina stood in the middle of the now impeccably clean basement, her jaw dropped in disbelief, the glass of wine held gently in her fingers.
"He did a good job, didn't he?" remarked Kim.
"Amazing," said Sabrina. "That old weight machine is gone and everything."
"You know," said Kim. "I'm going to go out and run a few errands; I won't be around for a while. Mark, would you mind giving me a second alone with your wife before I leave?"
"Sure," I said as I darted up the stairs. I'm not sure what the two were discussing downstairs, but I could bet that it was a bit of an "I told you so" moment from Kim. Also, I'm certain that there was a little additional coaching from my wife's new mentor in how to manage her husband. Now that Kim had established credibility, Sabrina would be even more open to her suggestions.
The two ladies came upstairs as I was serving up Sabrina's dinner. "Bye," said Kim as she went out to her car to run her errands.
Sabrina came up with a huge smile on her face. She handed me the wine glass and kissed me softly on my lips. "Another glass, dear," she commanded. I got her a glass, and we sat down together to eat dinner. When dinner was over, she got up and excused herself to the bedroom. She told me to follow her once I had cleaned up the dishes.
I walked into the bedroom and found Sabrina naked in a chair next to the bed. "Strip and come here, she commanded." I obeyed. "Kneel," she continued.
I knelt naked in front of my wife. She pushed her legs apart and guided my mouth to her warm pussy, already moist with the idea of cementing her authority over me. I lovingly adored her body with an intensity that makes me euphoric, light-headed. It is in this state of mind that I hear my wife speak to me.
"I'm coming to understand things about you that I never have in all the years we have been married. I believe that you will be happier and that we will be closer if from now on, I'm in charge. I expect that you will obey me. I expect you to look for new ways to serve me and to make me happy. Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes, dear. I'll obey you completely."
She pulled my head back and looked me directly in the eyes. "I know you will. But know that I will love you always." She extended her hand to me and in it was the key to the brass lock on my cock. "Take your cage off." She stood and walked to the bed. "Then come here."
I fumbled with the key and the chastity device. I got it off and watched my cock spring to life between my legs. Sabrina was spreading her legs on the bed and rubbing her pussy. "Come and make love to me," she commanded.
I stood against the edge of my bed and positioned my cock against the outside of her pussy. She smiled and pushed her arms above her head as my cock slipped inside of her. I fucked her furiously, holding nothing back. "I can't hold out much longer. I'm going to cum soon."
"I want you to cum," she said.
It was only a few minutes before I exploded inside of her. I leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. "I love you," I said.
"And I love you," she replied. "Mark, I want you to go down on me again." I looked at her with a bit of a confused smile. "Just do it," she insisted.
I bent forward and put my mouth between her legs. I kissed her gently on the outside of her soft, trimmed mound. "No, dear," she coached me. "Don't be so timid."
I still was not quite sure what she meant. Did she mean she wanted me to taste my own cum? Did she want me to clean my cum out of her pussy? She held my head between her legs, and I began licking her with a renewed intensity. I couldn't help but taste myself. She held me tight against her and told me I was doing much better. With her right hand, she reached down and scooped a trail of cum that was dripping down the top of her thigh. She held it her finger out, beckoning me to lick it off. I did, closing my eyes and moaning in appreciation for this strange gift to me. Before long I had consumed every drop of my cum that was within range of my tongue. I looked down and saw that my cock had hardened again. This had all been an amazing turn on for me.
"Dear, go get me a warm washcloth."
I ran out to the kitchen and did what she asked. I finished cleaning her up and then helped her into a new pair of panties and a t-shirt for bed. She pushed herself up against a couple pillows leaning against the headboard and patted the space next to her indicating she wanted me to join her. I climbed up and sat next to her with my arm around her.
"I think that me being in charge really has a lot to offer our relationship," she began. "I just want to make sure that it's what you want also."
"I understand," was my reply.
"You understand, but do you like it. Is this what you want?"
"Yes, it is."
"Just saying 'yes' doesn't seem like enough of an answer. I need you to communicate with me. Do you like that I'll be making decisions for you, telling you what to do. Do you like that I'll be managing your orgasms for you, deciding whether or not you get to cum? Do you like what I just had you do for me?"
"Yes, honey. Yes to everything. I'm surprised that I like it; it was unexpected, but I do... I really do. There's something about all of this that makes me feel extremely close to you. You are in my thoughts constantly... I don't even know how to describe it... it's like we are dating again for the first time."
"I feel the same way," she responded. "It's like I feel the attention you give, it's so unselfish, and it makes me feel so incredibly loved. I've been reading some things on the internet about it, and it's exactly how they describe it. But apparently it takes a lot of work to maintain what we are experiencing. And at times you may not like it. I'll be making you do things sometimes that you don't want to do, but really, you need to do them. I'm very serious. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I do. I want it. I want you to push me, challenge me."
"I can do that. I will do that. Now, I also want you to know that I want this to our little secret. For the most part, I don't want anyone to know about this but us."
"I think one exception is Kim. I mean, she's living with us. I don't see how we can keep it a secret from her. Do you agree?"
"Yes, uh... I suppose that makes sense."
"And I will tell you something else; she had this same sort of relationship with Daryl before the accident. She's actually been coaching me a bit on how all this works. Does that make you angry? Does that surprise you?"
"Umm... yes, it surprises me, but it doesn't make me angry at all. That's fine."
"Good. Now put your little cage back on. I'm going to watch some TV. You can join me, but my car is almost on empty. I'm going to need you to go out and put gas in it before I leave for work tomorrow morning."