Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02

... The feeling of degradation churned through him, his heart hammering in his chest, the taste of his own fluid on his lips, but at least his ordeal was over.

"No, slave," his wife intoned, "Lick."

Hit wife wasn't done with her demonstration of control. The word hit him like a physical blow; his stomach clenched and to his humiliation, his cock twitched, achingly engorged now.

"See," his wife noted, "It's complete humiliation, but here's the fascinating part. He's making more. It's leaking out like a stream. Now, slave, finish your task."

Gingerly, Hector extended his tongue. The boot tip didn't move. He began to lick the shiny leather, his eyes closing, something inside him giving way as he lapped against his wife's boot.

"That's enough, you're going to damage the leather."

The boot was withdrawn. She placed her foot back on the floor.

"He needs training, of course, but as you can see, I can already make him do all that. He's so obedient. Now, do you want to sign?"

Hector heard the rustle of the contract again, then the sound of pen on paper.

"I actually expected that the witness clause would be going too far," Lotte said, as if chatting about some inconsequential thing, "I added it into the template at the end just to see what he would do."

"So, you didn't need me."

"Oh, I do. I need you, believe me. What's the point of all this if there's no-one to witness it?"

The words rang in his ears, a difference that he hadn't seen in his wife before ...

... now, but suddenly evident all the way through in the weeks and months leading up to this point. For her, it was a dream come true to finally have him reduced to permanent slavery, contracted to service her every whim.

But, more than that, she wanted to show off her power. It gave her a savage thrill to show someone else her achievement. At the same time, it deepened Hector's submission tenfold, being displayed like this. He was mortified that his wife was humiliating him like this, but at the same time, he was painfully hard under the scrutiny of the two women standing over him. Teasing him almost to completion in the dark of the cinema, forcing him to walk out afterwards with the bulge in his pants, it had all been a test. Hector realised that he'd passed her test, submitting to her little humiliations, but more than that: demonstrating just how hard they made him. She had walked him from the cinema all the way to the car, and his erection hadn't subsided one little bit, fuelled by the knowledge that even a casual glance from a passer-by would have seen just how rigid he was.

Now, Lotte had taken that game to a whole new level, and while Hector squirmed beneath the gaze of the two women standing over him, his erection was swollen to almost painful rigidity due to his wife's actions. He looked down at his own gleaming, bobbing, traitorous tip and felt betrayed by his own body.

"Good, all done," Lotte said.

"Now what?"

"Well, now that the paperwork's all done, I ...