Tell Me What You Want Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 01

... I want you clean."

She emphasised that last word, letting Hector know exactly what she expected of him.

"Uh, okay."

His wife stiffened, a subtle change of posture in the gloom, but enough.

"Yes," he corrected himself, "Yes, Mistress."

She picked up the phone again and started scrolling through her messages, as if he'd ceased to exist. He watched her take another sip of wine, then turned, heading up the stairs, taking them two at a time, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. The bedroom was exactly as he'd left it also, nothing out of place, giving no clues as to his wife's intentions.

He stripped off quickly, dumping his clothes on the floor, and headed towards the ensuite bathroom. Hector entered the shower, turned on the stream of hot water and stepped into it, luxuriating in the spray against his skin. He shampooed his hair and then applied body wash to all his crevices, then he repeated the process, sniffing his armpits tentatively until he could detect no trace of body odour. He killed the jet and towelled himself off, picking up the tub of body lotion and squeezing some out onto his palm. He rubbed it over his skin, replacing the scent of his body with the waft of apricot and coconut, just as his wife liked. Finally, he inspected himself in the mirror and trimmed his crotch hair until it was neat.

Satisfied that he had followed his wife's orders, he stepped out of the bathroom to find his wife standing on the far side of the bed and regarding him ...

... steadily. There was a stiff leather collar and two sets of leather restraining cuffs laid out on the bed.

"Get dressed."

Hector hurried to comply, feeling his wife's eyes on his naked body as he began to wrap the cuffs around his wrists and ankles. He slid the straps through the buckles, securing them in place with their shiny steel D-rings glinting in the light. Finally, he picked up the collar and placed it around his neck, buckling it too into place. His finger threaded through the D-ring mounted in the front of the leather and he tugged, demonstrating to Lotte that it was securely in place.

He chanced a smile at his wife, hoping that his display of submission pleased her. From the frown on her face, he could tell that it did not. His excitement stalled.

"A slave is an essential part of any home. He keeps the place tidy for his owner, he sees to its upkeep in the same way as he sees to her needs."

She cast her eyes down at the pile of clothing he had discarded in his haste to get into the shower.

"Sorry, Mistress," Hector blurted, stooping instantly to pick it all up.

He felt her eyes on him as he folded his clothes, discarding the underwear and shirt into the washing hamper, putting his trousers and shoes away in the wardrobe.

"Get in."

He turned to his wife, confused.

"The wardrobe, get in. Close the door and shut yourself inside."

This was new, but the cold, calculating look expression on his wife's face brooked no questions. Hesitating, he ...