Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02

... eyes glinted, silent now, letting the moment lengthen. Finally, Hector gave in. He nodded. Lotte laughed.

"Good boy. It's all about what I want to do to you, now. You belong to me, don't you?"

Another pause. Hector nodded again, his cheeks burning with humiliation as his wife forced him to admit the control she now had over his body. Suddenly, she kissed him.

"Don't look so concerned. I'm not talking about right now. I'm going to break you into it first. For now, slave, I'm going to put you to use. All this paperwork has given me a wicked need."

She pulled down on the leash, increasing pressure until Hector's knees buckled and he sank to the cold stone floor in front of his wife. Silently, she gathered up the hem of her work skirt with her free hand and lifted it up. Hector watched, spellbound, as his wife's gorgeous, long legs were exposed, then her trim thighs and then finally her crotch. He gasped.

Underneath her work clothes, she was bare. Not just because her panties were missing, but more than that, she was smooth, waxed. He stared at his wife's newly-bare pussy in awe, his cock pulsing of its own accord.

"Like it? Surprised?"

It took Hector a moment to process her words, and he nodded.

"I'm going to make this the focal point of your existence. I'm going to train you to the point that even the slightest glimpse of my crotch is going to have you on your knees salivating, begging to be allowed to touch. I'm going to maintain it like this, too, ...

... clean and bare and ready for pussy worship. What does the little brain think about that? Is my pussy beautiful?"

Hector nodded. He thought that he'd been ready to commit to a full-time submissive relationship, but looking at what his wife had done to herself, it was beyond all doubt in his mind now. He wanted, no he needed, to nuzzle between her folds and taste her juices. Constrained by her command to silence, all that was left was to look all the way up her willowy body and beg with his eyes. His wife smiled down at him from on high.

"You need this, don't you? See, look how pretty I am. I know you want to taste, don't you?"

Hector nodded dumbly.

"You may. Do a good job though, otherwise I'll need to correct you."

Hector's eyes fell to his wife's polished crotch. He felt nervous, which was crazy. He'd given her oral before. He knew what to do. But now, after signing away his rights as her husband, after giving her total control over him, it was like it was his first time again.

Where before it had been a means to an end, a way to get Lotte in the mood before sex, now he was being scrutinised in a new way by the woman he'd married, and he would be graded based on his performance. He didn't want to think what she meant by correcting him, but it changed everything. He wasn't doing this for fun anymore, there were punishments if he didn't perform to his wife's satisfaction.

Hector's lips made contact with her skin, kissing the newly-bare area above her slit, ...