Tell Me What You Want Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 01

... could learn to love as well. The humiliation, the power-reversal, the degradation of having to give in and obey, it was all part of the glow he felt as he looked into her eyes. Even the mention of punishment beatings, he could bear that. It would be a small price to pay for the ecstasy his wife was promising him.

"I'm ready," he told her.

She kissed him again, a soft, lingering touch that enflamed him.

"You'll be my slave?" she asked.

Hector knew this game. His manhood was painfully engorged now, standing rigidly out from his crotch.

"I'll be your slave," he replied.

"You'll let yourself become my toy?"

"I'll be your toy."

Lotte wrapped her fingers around his shaft. He trembled at her caress.

"All the time?" she asked.

Hector froze. His wife's eyes shone.

"All the time?" he rasped.

"Twenty-four seven."

"All the time?"

Lotte scrutinised him intently, her cheeks flushing as she looked into his eyes, her pupils dilating. This was where she had brought them to, the destination to the journey.

"We talked about it, Heck. Remember?"

"I do, yeah. I just... I didn't really think...."

"Oh, now that's not true, is it? I know how you work, babe. It's been on your mind ever since we talked about it. You've been coming around to the idea, haven't you? Tell me I'm wrong."

Hector didn't reply. The corners of his wife's mouth turned up into a little smile, growing wider as the seconds passed, as Hector didn't counter her assertion. She ...

... didn't take her eyes off him because Hector knew that she was watching him give in.

It had started with a joke she'd made, about selling him into slavery to make some extra money for the household budget. At least, Hector had taken it as a joke at the time. But Lotte had kept coming back to it, socialising the idea of him becoming a proper slave for her, normalising the discussion. She'd backed it up in the bedroom, changing the way they played, taking command more aggressively, until Hector had become used to being dominated for sex, until he'd expected it, but this was another step again.

She'd been given the big promotion at work, making junior partner status in the agency, turning up the heat in her personal life as well, letting it be known to him with a little coy smile that the pay rise meant she could afford to keep a slave around the house. At work, trapped in interminable meetings about things that didn't matter, Hector had caught himself wondering about it, and the little seed planted in his mind by his wife began to take root. Now, here she was, finally asking him the question.

"I... it's a big step. What would I do? What about my job?"

An image of Bea flashed into his mind, sitting with her at the table in the break room at work, eating lunch, laughing about something. He felt a little pang. To his surprise, his wife laughed.

"Oh, hell, wait," she blurted, "I'm not talking about you giving up your job. We still have a mortgage Heck, or hadn't you ...