Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02

... mesmerised by his wife's new behaviour. They'd done this before, of course, even with padlocks and keys, but this time, his wife was different. There was a breathless excitement in her voice that he'd never heard before.

His wrist was seized as Lotte positioned first one arm then the other behind his head, wrist cuffs against the back of the collar. Hector realised what she was going to do, and a flash of concern passed across his face. If she locked his arms like this, he'd be powerless to help himself, his body would be completely vulnerable to whatever she intended to do to him. He wanted to call out, to ask for a break, to get his thoughts together because it was all moving just a little too fast, but then he heard the click: too late.

Hector tested his restraints, heaving mightily. The collar was secured tightly around his neck, the wrist cuffs bound around his arms; there was no chance of escape. Lotte picked up the dangling end of the leash and drew the slack in until she had him on a short lead, her coiled fist close to his throat. There was a triumphant gleam in her eyes.

"Not what you intended when you came home this evening?" she purred, flashing him a wicked, sexy smile that made his heart thud in his chest.

He wanted to tell her just how beautiful she looked, but he was commanded to silence. Slowly, he shook his head in answer to his wife's question.

"I really didn't think you'd go for it. I can't believe it took me less than two hours to turn ...

... you from my husband into my toy."

Her fingers brushed down his torso, a single manicured fingernail raking lightly over his crotch, his erection, pausing in the little sensitive nook on the underside, just below his engorged head. She brushed her fingertip back and forth just there, a tiny movement that drove Hector's cock wild with anticipation. With his wrists secured tightly behind his neck, all he could do was stare into her eyes as she smiled up at him.

"I'm thinking of adorning you, slave. Just a few pieces. A ring here."

She pressed her fingernail into the sensitive nook, letting him imagine the piercing she intended for him. The fingernail raked down the underside of his shaft, tickling the smooth skin behind his balls.

"Another one here. Then a little lock. There would be no more unauthorised erections. Doesn't that sound amazing?"

Lotte's fingernail continued to caress the soft skin between his legs. Hector stared at her, willing her to allow him to speak.

"I know we've never talked about modifying you, but I can't telegraph all my moves now, can I? If I wanted to do that to you, would you let me?"

Her eyes remained locked on his. He knew that she was waiting for an answer, and there was only one answer that a slave would be able to give. Still, he didn't move his head.

"It would be hard on you, with the piercing initially, but then coping with being locked. Let's be clear. Your mistress has asked you a question, slave, not your wife."

Her ...