Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02

... revelation of his submissive nature.

But, there was the matter of looking up at the newcomer, seeing her expression, having to deal with revealing himself. Would she scowl down at him, mocking his pathetic weakness at being reduced to his wife's plaything? Would she stare, as if fascinated by discovering a lower form of life? Would her expression be cold, merciless, as if satisfied that a man had been taught his true place: naked, obedient, on his knees in front of his betters? He stared at the ground, pleading silently for his wife to show mercy, to avoid the crushing degradation of exposing him like this.

The tip of her boot reached out, brushing against his erection. Wordlessly, she moved it up and down, the black leather stroking his sensitive anatomy, flicking up to the tip and withdrawing slightly. Hector stared at the shiny leather, seeing a drop of clear liquid on the surface, captured as she'd brushed his tip. He tensed, ashamed at having demonstrated to the woman standing above him just how aroused he was, leaking precum onto his wife's boot.

To his dismay, she didn't withdraw the boot. It hovered there, in full view, his emission painfully evident.

"These boots are brand new. Looks like he's gone and dirtied them. Reckon that's going to stain?"

"Maybe."

Hector looked down at his transgression in horror. His wife was planning something. It took all his strength not to look up, to plead with her not to do it. He knew that would just make his ...

... punishment worse. His wife didn't back down very often, and never in front of other people. She would have to demonstrate her control of her man, and she would need to win.

The toe of her boot rose steadily, coming closer to his mouth. He quailed, the ache in his knees long forgotten as his world reduced to the gleaming drop of his fluid on his wife's foot. She held it there, just in front of his face, not even speaking the command, expecting a display of complete submission in front of the witness. Lotte wanted to show off what she could make her slave do. Hector didn't move, staring down at her boot, jaws clamped shut.

"He's going to do it," Lotte breathed, "He doesn't have a choice. Or do you think he won't?"

The other woman was silent. Perhaps she shook her head.

"Really? Let's put that to the test then, shall we?"

The boot tip moved fractionally closer. Lotte didn't have to mention punishments, or consequences. Hector was fully aware of what his wife would do if he didn't comply. She was exercising her new power in front of an audience, humiliating him, but if he didn't obey it would be a humiliation for her. Hector knew that his wife didn't respond at all well to being humiliated.

He lowered his head fractionally, cursing himself as he did it, wanting the ground to just open up. This was a no-win situation; the only benefit for him would be to get it over with as quickly as possible. His lips made contact with the leather and he sucked up the bead of precum. ...