Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02

... be his tormentor.

"You're going to have to get used to this, slave," she intoned. "Total female control, from now on. Get over the bench."

The way she said it enflamed him, laying out his future, just like that. He had signed his rights away and was now expected to obey. Staring at Bea's face, his mouth went dry, and his manhood began to swell of its own accord, betraying him yet again. Like an automaton, he turned away from her and leaned over the island benchtop. The stone felt like ice against his bare skin, the edge digging into his crotch, his hardening manhood compressed beneath him.

Bea and Lotte were in it together; they had probably always been. Lotte's revelation about the bed, the length of time that she'd been planning tonight, astounded him. He'd expected mercy from Bea, or at least a willing ear. Now, he understood he was only going to receive punishment. With Bea there as a support and a witness, his wife would never back down on her decree.

"Good, back to following instructions. Did he give you any trouble, Bea?" he heard his wife call out. Hector rested his forehead and elbows against the cool surface, feeling the tension in his shoulders from having his hands secured behind his neck. His bottom was sticking up and shackled like he was, there was no possible way to shield himself from the blows to come. He knew that he'd broken the rules, entreating Bea, but she wouldn't say anything. Twenty strokes of the cane was nearly double anything he'd ...

... ever endured. Lotte would have told Bea that. Bea wouldn't want to add to his suffering.

"He spoke again, Lotte, even after you told him not to. That makes it twenty-one."

Hector screwed his eyes closed, clenching his teeth together at the betrayal of the woman he'd thought was his most trusted friend. He couldn't understand why his cock was throbbing in time to his heartbeat, pressed by his stomach against the cold stone.

"Oh, really?"

"Uh huh, and given the fact that he did it on purpose, I think he deserves an extra one on top."

Wordlessly, he pleaded with her to stop, unable to believe the inhumanity of her suggestion. Hector knew that whatever Bea suggested, his wife would carry out. She would be delighted to see Bea embracing his punishment.

The click of heels sounded behind him, close now. A hand stoked the defenceless skin of his buttocks, tracing the contours. He felt her fingers travelling down between his legs, cupping his balls. All at once, the throbbing need for release was back, worse than ever. She gave him a little squeeze then withdrew.

"We need to establish a pattern," his wife announced, "Everything I've researched emphasises that. Arbitrary enforcement of the rules just leads to the slave left wondering where it stands. Ready? You may nod."

It? Hector balked at her choice of words, to be reduced to a thing by his wife. He could sense her waiting for his response, and as the silence lengthened, he raised his head and nodded once. There ...