Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02

... ever take a minute to consider that? Choosing a bed with bedposts so that I'd be able to tie you properly."

Hector's eyes widened.

"Yeah, getting it yet? We've had the bed years, haven't we? Imagine the planning that's been going on behind your oblivious back to finally, one day, make your little submission fantasies real. Even Bea. Knowing that the humiliation was such a big part of it for you, knowing that the ultimate thrill, the ultimate debasement would be to have you out in public under my control."

She leaned closer.

"But I can't do that. Not with the job I have, or you have. I can't expose our lives like that, even though I'm absolutely one hundred percent sure that if I did it you would shoot your load on the spot. So, yeah, Bea. It's humiliating, you're revealed to be a lowly, worthless, submissive slave boy in front of her, but never once did it cross your mind the nights I must have agonised over a way to find someone we could trust implicitly, to give you that humiliation while still keeping us safe."

She tugged hard at his leash, pulling him up off the couch. She turned, leading him back towards the kitchen area, heels hammering the stone savagely, hips swaying as she walked, long black hair tumbling down over her slim shoulders, body crackling with a strange energy, but she wasn't alone.

Bea was standing there in her heels and her little red dress, clutching her handbag in front of her. She'd seen everything. Lotte ignored her, leading her ...

... husband imperiously by his leash to the island bench, sweeping the contract to one side to clear some space.

"For not being there to greet your mistress, one stroke of the cane," she announced.

"For talking without permission, six strokes."

Lotte rounded on her husband, eyes flashing, pointing to the cold stone surface. It was clear what he was expected to do for her.

"And your sheer ingratitude after everything I've planned, let's round it up to an even twenty."

Hector's eyes bulged at the number.

"A slave should expect to be punished if he fails to please his mistress, and this is a punishment, not a tickle. I'm not going to pull my punches and titillate you. You need to understand the consequences. Now, assume the position while I fetch the cane."

With that, she strode off, disappearing from view, leaving Hector standing in front of the cold stone surface. He turned and gave Bea a pleading look.

"Bea," he murmured.

Bea regarded him for several long moments, her face unreadable. She opened her mouth to speak and Hector felt his heart lift.

"Talking. I think you need to concentrate on doing what your mistress tells you."

Hector's mind blanked. Bea's authoritative tone, her inscrutable expression, shifted something deep down inside him. It had seemed impossible that the cute girl who he had seen grow into a beautiful, reserved, funny woman, who he had held in his arms as she cried, who had always been able to make him smile, was also willing to ...