Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02

[Author's note: Hector has signed a contract with his wife Lotte to enter into 24/7 slavery under total female control. He expected to add a sexy new dimension to their bedroom games, but he soon realises just how serious about a Female-Led Relationship his Domme wife is.

Contains themes of consensual female-led-relationship, impact play. If femdom is not your thing, please browse my other stories forsomething more to your taste.]

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EXPOSED

Hector looked up from the slave contract at his wife. "Lotte, why do we need a witness?"

Lotte didn't reply immediately, drifting past him to the island benchtop, placing a hand on the contract that they'd just signed, pushing it away. Next, she laid the pen down on top of the document. Finally, she turned to face her naked husband. Hector waited patiently for her to respond, feeling off-balance, cuffed and collared in front of his fully-clothed wife. She held up a single finger and pressed it against his lips.

"Ssh, slave, you don't get to ask questions anymore. You just signed that right away."

"Lotte...."

"I mean it, one more word and that's going to earn you a reprimand."

Hector's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything.

"Good. Slaves are seen and not heard. I'll let you know when you can speak again."

She walked around behind him, the stiletto heels of her knee-length boots ringing out on the stone floor of the kitchen area, the only sound in the entire house now that her husband and his ...

... objections had been silenced. Lotte stopped, coiling her finger through the D-ring set into the back of the sturdy leather collar wrapped around his neck. She tugged, forcing him to take a little step backwards.

"Is the collar okay? Not too tight?"

Hector didn't respond.

"Silly boy, you can still nod. I understand non-verbal communication, though is that maybe a bit too much for your poor slave brain?"

Hector nodded.

"Good. I didn't want to resort to asking the little brain instead."

He felt her reach around him, taking his erection in her hand and beginning to move back and forth in slow strokes.

"The little brain's even worse, though. It's only ever got one answer. Sex."

Hector closed his eyes, concentrating hard on the wonderful feeling of his wife stroking his manhood. When she released her grip, he let out a little groan.

"I asked about the collar because I want you to be comfortable in it. I know we only used to put it on for play, but as you've guessed, things have changed now. You signed the contract, you belong to me. The collar will remind you of that."

There was a click behind his head and then another tug. His hands went instinctively to the back of his neck, to discover a little metal square hanging from the leather collar.

"There, locked. You aren't going to be free of that until I use the key. News flash, though, slave. I'm not going to use the key. Keep your hands there though, behind your head."

Hector found himself obeying, ...