Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02

... arousal. Lotte had taken this man's suggestions so eagerly, she wouldn't think twice about letting him into their house to see the fruition of her plans. Lotte would be only too keen to show him what she had been able to accomplish, showing off her new, obedient slave.

The submission and the dominance had always been their little game, played in private. There had been times, out to restaurants or once while watching a movie at the cinema, where she'd taken it further, tormenting him with words, or, in the safety of the dark movie theatre, giving him a whispered command to undo his trousers and let her fingers tease him all the way through the film.

But now he'd signed a contract, he'd legitimised her power over him, and the game had become real. Lotte was opening up their private world to someone else. He heard a gasp behind him.

"What do you think?"

Hector recognised his wife's voice, a hint of smug satisfaction in her tone, and his face burned with sudden disgrace to have been exposed, on his knees, bound and helpless. He cowered, waiting for the man's voice to reply.

"I told you I could do it," she continued, "And you doubted me, didn't you?"

"Yeah."

He didn't recognise the voice from just that one word, but realised the newcomer was female. His mind blanked, scrambling to assimilate this new information, but for some reason it was better than he'd dreaded. Being discovered naked, collared and shackled on his knees by a man would have been much ...

... worse. The ridicule from a man of being so completely bested and humbled by a woman would have been insufferable. For all his attitude to equality and his support of his wife, there was still that deep-rooted part of his psyche that would have been wounded fatally by another man laughing at how he'd given up control to his own wife.

"That was quick."

Again, not enough to reveal her identity. Heels struck the floor, approaching. His wife's fingers ran through his hair again, then patted him on the head.

"Yes, he's such a good boy. He went straight through the process, like I said he would. I got barely a protest in the end. After all that planning, all that waiting, and he just submitted and signed. Here, do you want to see?"

Hector tried to turn his head, but her hand gripped his scalp, keeping him bowed, his eyes on his knees. In his peripheral vision, he could see his wife's boots, and then another pair of feet appeared. He locked onto them: low heels, bare legs. Nothing to go on. He was sure he'd never seen those shoes before. Paper rustled above him.

"He accepted?"

More words, still not enough though.

"I told you, he was so eager. Still is, look at this."

Hector cringed, but the feet turned in his direction. The hand left his head, but he didn't dare look up. He couldn't bear looking up at them, showing them the burning shame on his face. There would be an elated look of victory in his wife's eyes, at exposing him to the humiliation of a public ...