Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02

... standing in the middle of the room, still in her boots, hand cocked on her hip, a disapproving expression on her face. But the smile gave it away, mocking him. She advanced towards him, stalking like a cat, reaching down to take hold of the leash, grinning evilly down at him.

Her other hand grabbed his flaccid manhood, fingers encircling his balls, and she squeezed until it hurt. Hector sat up hurriedly, but his wife didn't slacken her grip on his genitals. He hissed against the pain, then he made a mistake.

"Please, that's uncomfortable," he blurted.

His wife's eyes glinted, releasing him at last.

"That's going to cost you. Silence, remember? Also, falling asleep on the couch instead of waiting to greet me. I see you need some correction."

The way she said the words was precise, as if reading from a script. It wasn't like she usually talked, and certainly not to him. There weren't the words of a wife, Hector realised with a stirring of uneasiness, they were the words of his mistress. She stood, taking a little half-step back to steady herself on her six-inch stiletto heels. Hector resolved to head her off before she built up momentum.

"Look, Lotte, I just got tired while I was waiting. You were a long time."

"Still talking. Even worse, that sounded like criticism too. Want to keep going slave?"

She gazed down at him with a haughty expression, her eyes narrowed, twinkling. It rankled him that his wife was behaving like this.

"I need to talk to ...

... you."

"No, you need to be silent, slave."

Something snapped in Hector's head, worn down by the hours of waiting, the mental strain, the physical discomfort.

"What the fuck?" he countered, "I said I wanted to talk, Lotte. We did the contract and then you just went out to go celebrate, and now you're home, hours later."

Lotte regarded him for a moment. He knew that she was thinking it through, and there was a part of him that was relieved.

"Any more?" she asked, "Anything you want to get off your chest?"

Her tone was cold, the smile gone from her lips now.

"You humiliated me, Lotte."

"How? You want to be humiliated. You signed the contract, you read the clauses, you asked to be humiliated."

"Not in front of Bea."

Lotte seemed to brace herself, hands on hips, her face darkening, and that was when Hector realised that he'd blown it.

"Holy shit. Really?" she snapped, "Do you have any concept of what I've done for you?"

Hector opened his mouth to reply, but it was too late. His wife had built up a head of steam.

"Researching the slave contract, making sure it was just absolutely perfect for us. The collar, getting one that I knew could be worn comfortably for weeks, even though you just thought we were still playing back then. How about the cuffs you're wearing, did you notice the care with which they were chosen so you could wear them without getting pinched or your circulation cut off?"

She paused, drawing breath.

"How about the bedroom, ...