Who Says Marriage Is Dull - Sex Stories

Who Says Marriage Is Dull

... all the way up to her neck where they attached to a collar. She held the crop in her hand. It was almost surreal. My conservative wife was dressed like a dominatrix. I was too stunned to speak. I just gawked. &#034Close your mouth you slack jawed idiot!&#034 she exclaimed. &#034You've got a lot to pay for.&#034 &#034But I made dinner and cleaned up! Surely that will get me out of trouble.&#034 &#034Not even close. Now take off all your clothes. You're going to be punished severely for your transgressions.&#034 Maybe it was the wine but I just stood there staring at her, completely bewildered. The next thing I knew she grabbed my nuts hard. It was painful but oddly stimulating. &#034I said take off your clothes. When I tell you to do something you do it immediately.&#034 I took off my clothes as instructed. &#034You will also refer to me as Mistress. Do you understand?&#034 I must have hesitated for she grabbed my cock and pulled it towards her in a jerking motion. I was a human pull-toy. &#034Your cock is worthless. If you don't heed my commands immediately and address me in the proper fashion, I won't allow you to cum for weeks.&#034 She threatened. &#034Yes, Mistress.&#034 I replied quickly. My cock was getting harder by the second. Her threats were turning me on. Rachel was full of surprises. Despite being upset at finding my stash of porn, she was bringing fantasies to life for me. &#034On your knees. You will learn proper respect for me.&#034 &#034Yes Mistress.&#034 I ...

... cried as I knelt before her. &#034Grovel at my feet. That's right, kiss them.&#034 I kissed her shoe. It was a black high-heeled pump. I removed her foot from the shoe and kissed her stocking covered foot. I could see her toenails were painted red. I don't have a foot fetish, but this was hot. I ran my fingers over her calf, my excitement rising. She smacked my fingers with her crop. &#034I didn't give you permission to grope me.&#034 &#034I'm sorry, Mistress. I couldn't help myself.&#034 &#034Get on the bed. Now!&#034 She cried. I hurried to the bed and sat down. &#034Lie on your back.&#034 I did as I was told. &#034Stay there and I will be right back.&#034 She went into the bathroom. I wondered what she had planned. A bit of fear crept into me. If she decided to go too far, I would just say no. That was the deal I had with her in our previous encounter. She was able to stop it at any point. Surely she would do the same for me. She came out of the bathroom with shaving supplies. My eyes grew as big as saucers. &#034Mistress, what are you going to do with that?&#034 I queried. &#034That's a stupid question pet. You know what happens with a razor and lather. If you need me to explain everything to you because you lack the intelligence to understand then fine, I'm going to shave you. I'm going to shave your cock and balls until they're smooth; I'm going to remove all the hair from your pubic region. Don't even think of protesting. I'm in charge and the sooner you accept that, the ...