Tell Me What You Want Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 01

... looked back at the open wardrobe.

"I won't fit," he protested, then followed hastily with, "Mistress."

"You will. I'm sure I can find a slot for you between your suits."

She strode around the bed, and he noticed the difference instantly. Lotte was wearing a new pair of boots, knee high with a wickedly-thin stiletto heel that gave her another six inches of height. She approached him, stalking across the carpet, halting in front of him. For the first time in his life, Hector found himself having to look up at his wife, and the effect it had on him was terrifying and exciting in equal measure. It didn't matter that he was wider, heavier, stronger, it was all about being looked down upon, his wife taking her literal place as the head of their family. She reached into the wardrobe, pushing his suits apart, creating a little gap. She held it open, grey eyes watching him closely, her face unsmiling, expectant.

Hector slid himself in, crouching slightly to cram himself into the enclosed space. The suits pressed up snugly against him as he wriggled into the gap until he was in. He stopped.

A hand pushed against his shoulder, forcing him further, until his other shoulder was pressed tightly against the back of the wardrobe, his face in the material of the jacket in front, smothering him slightly.

"All the way, that's better. Good."

The hand shifted from his shoulders, stroking down his arm to his hand, pushing forward over his hip until fingers wrapped around his ...

... solid erection and gave him a squeeze. Hector shuddered as she maintained the pressure. She let go.

"You see?" she mused, "I can have my fun with you, then I can just put you away like a suit when I don't need you. Like now, I don't need you."

He turned his head, peering between the hangers at the face of his wife. Her lips curled into a smile and then she closed the wardrobe door, shutting him inside in the dark. Hector strained to hear any sound from the outside, but there was only silence. He waited for her to open the door again and bring him out, but as the seconds became minutes, he realised that his wife had other plans. She'd done what she said, storing him for when she needed him. He wondered when that would be: soon? Later tonight? With a delicious tremor, he wondered if it would be tomorrow?

Could she do that to him? Leave him stored away, opening the door in the light of morning, to pull him out by his collar and press him into service, lying between her legs, giving her pleasure as she stretched herself out on the bed that she'd denied him all night? Was that what she had in mind? He felt is cock pulse in anticipation of that thought.

In the dark, in his arousal, his mind began to drift as the silence rolled on. She had been different tonight, taking control with a surety that he hadn't seen before. Lotte had been on her laptop a lot in the last few weeks. She'd simply said it was research, without elaborating. Whatever she was researching, she'd spent ...