Tell Me What You Want Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 01

... sadistic streak, the exercise of her power as the dominant party in their relationship. A punishment beating was just that, a means to correct behaviour, not meant to be erotic or exciting. It was meant to hurt, and the slave was meant to use it as motivation to correct his behaviour. He'd read the stories, and a part of him had wondered why a man would allow his wife to do that. Now, he was about to find out. The story was about to become real life.

Lotte had explained it to him, that the slave's reward came later, in other things, in the love of giving perfect service to his owner, of enjoying the benefits of her attention. He had gone along with her explanation at the time, nodding, but not really understanding why they were having the conversation, up until now. He'd thought that his wife was speaking in general terms, using the word as a bit of spice for their next round of play, that she would surely never just choose to hurt him for her own ends.

But that was what it meant to be a slave, to truly commit to it. On his wife's leash, being led back to the same cold stone island benchtop, Hector began to understand what she'd been telling him. Lotte was serious; she wanted to be a proper Mistress, to be a slave owner, and looking back over their relationship, it had always been there in the background. Initially unshaped, a nebulous idea, it had coalesced as they progressed, crystallising now into a firm resolve to make a bold change.

Hector scanned the kitchen ...

... nervously, his eyes tracking back to the stone surface, seeing nothing that would give a hint of what was to come.

"You look worried, Heck."

He turned to his wife, opened his mouth but then stopped. Lotte smiled sweetly at him, standing primly with her feet together in her black boots, the heels shaping her calves into delectable curves. She was sexy yet demure, achingly fuckable, but he had no illusions that she was completely off-limits.

"Good boy. You remembered. But I want you to speak."

"I'm a little worried, Mistress, yeah."

"Ok Heck, let's just talk, drop the Mistress. It's important."

Hector frowned, puzzled by the abrupt change of behaviour.

"What's important?" he asked.

"What we're about to do."

"And what are we about to do?"

Lotte let go of the leash and stepped close to her husband. She rubbed a thumb over his cheek gently and then kissed him.

"You know what we're about to do, we talked about this."

Hector held her gaze a moment longer, searching those beautiful pale grey eyes, then he nodded.

"Yeah."

"We've been building up to this."

"I guess."

"You don't seem sure."

Her words carried a subtle rebuke, a little tension in her expression, the precursor to something else: perhaps disappointment?

"We could just carry on like we were, Heck," she murmured, soothingly, "But you don't want that, do you? I don't want that either. I want to change you, just like we discussed."

She let the words hang, waiting for Hector ...