Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02

... think we've earned a celebration."

Her hand picked up his leash, wrapping it around her fist. She began to pull him up off his knees.

Hector winced in pain as her struggled upright, his knees protesting after being made to kneel for such a long time on the cold, unyielding floor. He reached a standing position, eyes still on the floor, his erection standing out proudly from his crotch despite his abasement, the swollen, purple tip shiny with precum. In his peripheral vision, he could see his wife's body from her waist downwards, the white cocktail dress, her slim hips, her slender legs and then the sexy stiletto boots.

He could also see the other woman, dressed in red as if she too was on her way to a cocktail function, bare legs into nude heels. She was shorter, giving Hector just a tantalising glimpse of small breasts plumped up into cleavage, displayed in the v-neck of her dress. He closed his eyes in resignation, knowing what was to come next.

"Head up, eyes forward slave."

Grudgingly, he complied, lifting his head and fixing his gaze on the wall clock, as if determined not to look at them. Beyond the humiliation of his naked position, the display of subservience his wife had forced from him, there was a crushing, sucking feeling in his core. The other woman didn't need to speak anymore. When he felt the inevitable tug on his leash he turned to face her.

Bea stared back at him, her eyes as wide as saucers.

"And you didn't think I could do it to him, ...

... Bea. After all the years you've known me, when have I ever not gotten what I wanted?" Lotte gloated.

She dropped the leash and patted her friend on her shoulder.

"Now, let's go celebrate."

The words shattered the spell, and Bea turned her attention to her friend. But Hector couldn't stop staring at her, at the way her soft brown eyes wandered from his face to Lotte's as if seeking answers. She appeared to be mute. Lotte turned to her husband.

"We're going to be home late, slave. Please wait up."

Hector opened his mouth, eyes pleading. After everything he'd done, after the humiliation his wife had put him through, she was just going to leave him at home and have a night out with her best friend instead.

"Ah, no. Remember, you aren't able to talk. That's right, good slave. Stay here and wait for your Mistress to return. Oh, and obviously, no touching yourself."

Lotte laughed, looking down at his straining erection.

"I mean, not that you can with your hands behind your head, but don't get tempted to go and rub yourself on the furniture."

She laughed again, swatting his cock playfully.

"See you later, slave boy."

With that, she hooked her arm around Bea and led the shorter woman out of the kitchen area. A few seconds later, Hector heard the front door open and then close.

He didn't move, standing in stunned silence. The contract was still on the benchtop, but now it had Bea's name and signature. For some reason, that was almost too much for him ...