Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02

... thighs in her haste. Though less powerful, the pain was immense, falling across his straining thighs. He watched as she handed the cane back to her friend. Only then did she look at Hector.

Where he would have expected to see hesitancy or fear, there was a curious blankness.

"New world, Bea. You did great. You're a natural."

"Uh, yeah. Thanks."

A hand pressed against his shoulder.

"Stay here slave, while I see my guest to the door."

Hector sagged, no longer able to fight or protest that at least she should unlock his wrists, let him try and get comfortable. It was useless to argue. His wife had made her point, demonstrating her superiority to her audience. The sound of the women faded into the distance.

Some time later, he heard the familiar clicking of stilettos approaching him. Hands went to the back of his neck and suddenly his arms were free. He folded them underneath him gratefully, letting his wife's hands pull him upright. The leash was detached, and he allowed his wife to guide him towards the stairs, feeling every muscle in his body protest. They climbed up the stairs slowly. Lotte brought him through into the bathroom.

"Grab the edges of the sink. You may speak again."

Hector raised his head and found himself staring into reddened eyes in the mirror, his hair dishevelled, the thick leather collar still around his neck. He could see the reflection of his wife next to him, looking at him too.

"Nothing to say?" she asked.

Hector just ...

... shook his head slowly. She opened a drawer and extracted a tub of ointment, unscrewing the lid.

"This might sting a bit."

Hector winced as she began to apply the ointment gently to his tormented flesh, smoothing over the welts and bruises she had given him. He bore the pain without complaint, letting her care for the marks she'd left. Eventually, she screwed the lid back onto the tub and put it away.

"Let's go to bed."

Lotte slid a hand around his waist, drawing him out of the bathroom and towards their bed. She pulled back the sheets and helped him down onto the mattress. He drew a sharp breath as his bottom made contact, but he rolled onto his side, facing his wife as she began to undress herself.

Lotte took it slowly, unzipping the back of her cocktail dress, letting it fall and pool around her ankles, leaving her in her lingerie. She had chosen a flesh-coloured set of bra and panties made from a sheer, gauzy material that let the dark circles of her nipples show through the fabric. The front panel of her panties hinted at the dark crevice of her labia through the material. She bent forward, showing him her cleavage, and unzipped her wickedly-high boots.

Hector watched his wife strip, revealing herself bit by bit, stepping out of her boots, unfastening her bra to shake her modest breasts free of their constraints, finally sliding her panties down to reveal her waxed pussy and her reddened, puffy labia. There was just a glint of moisture between those lips, ...