The Divorcee - Sex Stories

The Divorcee

... fuck up, david! Did I say you could speak? Be quiet and don’t interrupt. I’m going to send you my address and I want you to pick me up promptly at 6:00. You will wear a suit and look normal in every way except you will wear a pink necktie as a symbol of your submission to me. I expect to be treated like the Goddess that I am. Doors are to be opened for me, you stand behind me and push in my chair after I am seated at the dinner table, you will speak only when I allow you, and you will take care of my needs before your own. Do you understand?” “Yes, Ms. Marcy.” She was all in now. Her inner bitch was unleashed upon a man who was born to be abused. She was delighted with how she could say whatever she pleased without so much as a word of disagreement, as it had often been contentious with her previous husband. Marcy was also amazed at how natural it felt to dominate. The words began to flow unfiltered as she gave david a few things to think about. “You interrupted me on the phone, david, and that’s disrespectful. Whenever I speak, I expect for you to keep your mouth closed and listen attentively to every word I say. You may never disagree with anything, and I will rarely seek your opinion. Here are your instructions for how to redeem yourself in my eyes. Go to your closet and select the thickest, heaviest belt you own and make sure you are wearing it tonight when you pick me up. When you arrive let yourself in, take off your jacket, remove your belt, and hand it to me with ...

... your head bowed. I will give you 50 hard lashes with your own belt, and I expect you to be absolutely silent during your punishment. This is how you will show me you can keep your mouth shut. At the end of the 50th stroke I will allow you the opportunity to apologize, and if I find it acceptable we will go to dinner. Goodbye.” She hung up on him so as not to allow him a response. She was giggling in ecstasy in anticipation of whipping david’s ass with his own belt. She pictured it in her mind all day, and when 6:00 finally arrived there was a knock on her apartment door. Ms. Marcy unlocked the door but did not turn the knob, so that david would have to let himself in. He entered with his head bowed shutting the door behind him. He removed his belt and waited silently for her approach. The apartment was dark with the exception of a few strategically placed candles so as to illuminate the location of furniture. She took the belt from david’s hands, and wrapped it around his neck making a makeshift collar and leash which choked him when she tugged at it. She led him to the living room, and positioned him to bend over at the side of the couch d****d over one of the armrests. She reached around to unbuckle his trousers and unzip his fly and the pants fell to the ground. She examined his underwear and shook her head. “This will be the last time you wear men’s underwear. Men’s underwear should be worn by real men. When you get home, throw them all out. You’ll be wearing the panties I ...