31 comments/ 61254 views/ 13 favorites A Saturday in September By: LoveBrownEyes Foreword: This was originally placed in Loving Wives, but based on feedback is being reposted here. It is otherwise unchanged. I never really understood the need for disclaimers on this site but based on some of the more judgemental and impolite comments - DISCLAIMER - This story is about a Wife dominating her Husband for a day, both physically and emotionally - as Danny Ocean says, if it's not your particular brand of vodka, please pass on by. Lastly, this is not intended to be the start of a series, it's an isolated day in an otherwise generally normal marriage. A Saturday in September. 7:00AM - 8:00AM Hmmm, Saturday mornings, I love Saturday mornings, no alarm, no rush, I grab my watch and check the time, 7:10. First things first, a quick inventory of the coming days events. Chloe is going to dance at 11:00 then off to a friends' house for a sleepover, Ben has a football game but not until the afternoon, so no need to jump out of bed. I look over and my wife Megan is still sleeping, God I love this woman, her back is to me so I can see the curve of her neck, her thick dark hair is splayed on the pillow. No action last night so she's wearing one of my long sleeved shirts and a pair of loose shorts. I really want to snuggle up and kiss her, but she'd probably rather sleep for a while longer. I can't resist the temptation to touch her though. It's amazing that after 15 years of marriage, sometimes just touching her skin can make me hard. This morning is one of those times. I slide my hand under her shorts and place my hand over her buttock. Her skin is warm and soft. Megan doesn't generally like to be stroked so I just lightly cup one cheek and then the other. My mind wanders. Megan has a great ass, I love it when she wears really tight jeans and high boots - in my opinion her best look - or occasionally a tight short skirt. When she does I catch myself finding reasons to walk behind her so I can stare at her backside, I end up touching her at every opportunity, nothing lewd or obvious just a light tap or squeeze every time we pass. She thinks I don't realize but sometimes she plays to it, bending over in front of me, or pushing back into me. I hope she wears those jeans today! OK, I am now well and truly aroused, but the gentleman in me wins through. I ease out of bed, throw on some shorts and go make a cup of coffee. I should mention that my family and I are blessed with great fortune. We live in a beautiful house in a nice suburb of Dallas, we both have great careers and our children do well at school. One side effect of this life is that it's pretty hectic, between work, travel, dance runs, football practice and hockey games there's not much time for just kicking back, so a quiet cup of coffee on a Sat morning, sitting by the pool and watching some English soccer on the outside TV has some appeal. Coffee in hand, I settle in for the second half of the game, the teams are not ones that I am really interested in so my mind keeps returning to my wife lying in bed. I wonder if she's awake yet? Maybe we could fool around a bit before the kids come down. Full time whistle blows and the coffee cup is empty. Time for a refill. Once in the kitchen I decide to make a coffee for my wife as well. She's already made me happy this morning just by thinking of her so I decide to return the favor and make her a latte, she loves those in the morning. With two steaming cups of coffee in hand I wander back into our bedroom. She's awake, sitting up reading a book. She smells the coffee, looks up and smiles. I'd walk over hot coals for that smile. I put her coffee on the bedside table and lean over to kiss her. She sighs contentedly. I glance at the alarm clock, it's 7:58. 8:00AM - 9:00AM. "Thank-you for the coffee" "You're welcome". I walk around the other side of the bed and slip back under the covers. I slide over to where she's laying and put my arm around her, gently kissing her cheek and neck. "You're in a good mood this morning" she says, "what have I done to deserve this?" I am tempted to go for a glib compliment, "all you need to do is be here" something like that, but instead go for the truth. "Actually I woke up incredibly horny and I'm trying to get into your good graces." "Oh, I see," she puts her book down and turns to face me, "that's good", she smiles. We kiss for a while deep long soft kisses, hands drifting over each others bodies, I am immediately hard again. "Well that was easy" she grins. "Maybe today would be a good day for a session." My heart pounds a little harder in my chest, my earlier thoughts of a morning quickie replaced with a much more enticing prospect. Time for some context. My wife and I have a pretty ordinary sex life, loving and passionate, but I lean towards the submissive. Being dominant was never really a fantasy for my wife but over the years she has practiced on me and now she indulges me, on occasion. A "session" is our euphemism for the Mistress in my wife to come out and play. "What did you have in mind?" I ask. When my wife talks to me about an upcoming Session I get incredibly aroused. She has become very skilled at building a script that includes all of my desires. Some we act out, some we are yet to act out and many are never likely to make the journey from fantasy to reality. "Turn over" she instructs. I turn my back and push my ass back into her. She reaches around and begins to play with my nipples. They are incredibly sensitive and, as always, they jump to her touch. She leans in close and begins to whisper in my ear. "I think I can find a sleepover for Ben, so we can have the house to ourselves" she begins. "I think I'd like you to massage my feet and paint my toes, maybe I'll make you do it naked." A promising start. "I could wear that basque you bought me and some spike heels, that way if I decide to let you fuck me I can dig them into your ass, you'd like that wouldn't you?" she asks. She has now switched from stroking my nipples to pinching them hard, so all I can do is groan. I am rewarded with the delicious agony of a sharp bite of my ear lobe. "I'd have to punish you before I'd let you fuck me though, I was waiting for at least 10 mins for my coffee this morning and I could hear you outside watching the football, that's hardly the action of a true slave now is it?" I apologize and push back into her, "I thought you were still asleep." she reaches down and gives my balls a hard and painful squeeze. "That's not much of an excuse, you should have checked and don't answer me back." I mumble another apology. "So clearly you need to be beaten." she continues, "I think you have had it far too easy recently, I think I'm going to buy a riding crop and really thrash your ass before I fuck it. Then you can lick me and make me cum." For emphasis she reaches between her legs and drags a finger between her lips, bringing it up to my nose to smell, and then into my mouth to taste. "Maybe I could rub ice all over your nipples and the shove the cubes inside you before I pour candle wax over you." All I can do is say please. "Oh yes please baby, make me yours, you know I'll do whatever you want me too" I plead. She reaches down and grips my cock. "Yes I know you will, if you know what's good for you - if you make me happy all day I might let you come inside me and then ride your face, you'd love that wouldn't you, cleaning your cum from my cunt?" "Oh you know I would, what do I have to do?" Immediately she sits up and grabs her book. "Well you can start with another cup of coffee, this ones got too cold." I jump up "we can talk more, when I've made it, right?" "We'll see" she replies. I go to make the coffee but when I get back our daughter is in there talking about her plans for the day, my wife smiles up and me with a glint in her eye, no more enticements for a while. It's 8:52. 9:00AM - 6:00PM. We launch into the daily tasks, I have a quick (cold) shower and get dressed. The children want omelets for breakfast but I am not really in the mood, I am in the process of denying the request when my wife comes into the kitchen. "Oh I'd like an omelet too." She tilts her head and smiles, but for our recent conversation even I wouldn't be able to tell it's an instruction, but it is. "OK, OK, omelets all round, what would you like in them?" Requests are made and fulfilled, by the time I've cleaned up the kitchen it's time to take Chloe to dance. "Why don't you take Chloe? I want to have a nice bath and decide what to wear" she says. Another command carefully disguised this time in a suggestion. Without hesitation I comply. When I get home she's still in the bath. "There's a lot of laundry to be done" she states. I look down at her and she starts to soap her beautiful breasts, my cock twitches, she notices and smiles, "perhaps you'd like to wash my back before you do it?" Unsurprisingly I do. I sort the laundry and take it out to the machine, both it and the dryer are full already, while I'm in the middle of folding, my wife comes out of the bedroom in a black push up bra, tight blue jeans and high black boots, I have an involuntary sharp intake of breath. "Wow, you look fantastic." "I thought you'd like it, but the shirt I want to wear is all scrunched up would you iron it for me? I start to question the value proposition, I wonder if all this will pay off, she sees my hesitation and walks over to me, she puts her arms around me and gives me a kiss. You know how much I like it when you do your chores, she kisses my ear and half turns her back to me, I, of course, look down at her ass. "if you're a very good boy, I might let you lick it and kiss it later, you know you want to worship my ass". The shirt is ironed as requested. I don't know if it really is porn for women but my wife provides a steady stream of house work for me. In mid afternoon I take our son to his football game while my wife shops. While we're apart I get repeated text messages from my wife, each carrying a promise of our evening together. I have a sleepover for Ben Cant wait to see you on your knees at my feet Hope your ass is ready for a major work out Half way through the second half I realize that one of the other moms is talking to Megan on the phone. Suddenly the woman calls down to me, "Ted, Megan says to tell you that she has left a list of instructions for you and you need to do them before she gets home!" she laughingly yells, I get a range of looks from the assembled parents, confused, quizzical, amused to name a few, I blush but reply "tell her that her wish is my command." The message is relayed and then the lady laughs at whatever Megan says and looks at me with a raised eyebrow and a half smile. I can only imagine what was said, I blush again and watch the football. My sons team wins and as we are leaving the woman in question comes up behind me and says "best get home and do those chores, you don't want to make the Mistress of the house unhappy." I redden but turn and smile, "you're right about that, I know who's in charge." "well she's a lucky lady that's for sure" comes the reply. The delicious humiliation has left my heart pounding and my groin erect, I hope she didn't notice that. I wonder what Megan said to her. I get home and am not surprised to see the list. I am surprised to see that my wife is there. With a friend. "Tracy and I decided to get our nails done and then come back for a glass of wine" she explains. I am a little disappointed that the manicure and pedicure will take away the need for one of the evenings activities but it is short lived. "Come into the bedroom for a second" my wife says. She gets up from the couch and I follow her into the room, she exaggerates the swing of her hips so my eyes are glued to that delectable ass. Once we are in the room I immediately say to Her "why did you make the call if you knew you would be home? Megan turns to me and instructs me to remove my shorts and bend over. "If you really want to serve me as much as you say you do then I would have thought you would want everyone to know. Plus which it amused me and I bet it turned you on too didn't it? I can only nod. "Now, I decided that you were not to be trusted with my nails so I had them done properly, however I think it would amuse me if you sat at my feet and painted your own nails, I'll pick a nice color for you, you'll do that for me won't you?" "of course, whatever you want" "I'm glad you said that, because what I want right now is for you to serve my friend and I wine, while you do your chores" at this point I feel lube being rubbed on by ass " with a plug inside you" Megan begins to push her favorite butt plug into my hole. I wasn't really ready so the the bulbous opening stretches me painfully but She pushes firmly until it pops into place. "now put your shorts back on and come and open that nice Pouilly Fume in the fridge, then there's laundry to be folded, the pool to be cleaned and Ben needs to be dropped at his friends" Before leaving Megan reaches up under my shirt and starts playing with my nipples. "I must make sure my little slave stays horny," she smirks, once my nipples are erect she lifts my shirt and bites each nipple in turn until I gasp in pain, Megan giggles and then leaves a bite mark on my neck. "So anyone that sees knows you're taken." I thank her. As I carry out the assigned tasks Megan doesn't miss an opportunity to tap my back side and every time she does the plug sends waves of sensation through me. At one point Tracy even asks if I'm OK as I seem to be walking a little strange, Megan replies for me and says that I'm fine. I make sure that the wine glasses are nicely topped and the two ladies have a nice early evening by the pool. I over hear several topics of conversation including plans for the evening, my proficiency at chores and Tracy's prospects on the dating scene, as she is recently divorced. Finally I take Ben to his friends house, when I get back Tracy has left and Megan is back in the master bedroom preparing for an evening out. It's 5:56 6:00PM - 7:00PM "It's great that we have the evening to ourselves" I offer, "where would you like to go for dinner?" "I'm not sure, nothing to heavy, any recommendations?" I agree with the not too heavy, I don't want to be bloated given the anticipated evenings activities. "Well there's that nice fish restaurant down town, how does that sound?" Megan comes out of the bathroom, she's wearing a black lacy bra, matching thong and black stockings, and a garter and she's carrying two pairs of black "fuck me" heels. "it's quite expensive don't you think?" "Yep but you are SO worth it, especially dressed like that!" She smiles at me, with a funny look in her eye, "yes I am aren't I. Now which pair of shoes do you think go best with those pants you like with the slit up the back?" I recommend the pair in her left hand and she agrees, "get on your back on the bed" she instructs " I want an orgasm before I go out. As quick as I can I strip off and jump on the bed, the butt plug still inside me making me even more turned on then the sight of my wife. Megan turns her back to me and puts on the shoes, I nearly cum at just that sight, her ass looks magnificent, I can't resist, I get up on hands and knees and kiss her left buttock. My reward is a sharp slap to the face. My mind reels, that has never happened before. We've never even talked about it. Maybe my once ambivalent wife has found her inner Dominatrix after all these years. "I said lay on the bed, I certainly didn't give you permission to touch me, much less dare to kiss my ass unbidden. You will do as your told one way or another. Now get on your back, and your dick had better be hard enough to make me cum." I laid back down and the slap had stunned me so much that I had indeed lost my erection. Luckily it leaped back to life with a few strokes while looking at my Mistress, resplendent in her lingerie. Megan straddled my legs and eased herself onto Her cock. As she slowly rode me she explained the conditions of this particular chapter. "I want you to understand something, this Session lasts until you cum, if you spurt inside me now we're done for the rest of the night. I suspect you're wondering what's in store and that's what I want. I can promise you this though, if you wait for my instruction to cum I can promise that the next few hours will blow your mind. Understand?" I can barely speak. Thoughts are entering and exiting my mind before I can finish forming them. Megan's, no Mistress's, slow fucking feels so good and I've been on edge for about 10 hours now, on the other hand that slap, what did that mean? What else does Mistress have in store for me? If I'm not careful the choice will be taken from me Megan is starting to grind down harder now, moving close to her orgasm. If I can't focus then it will all be over, forgetting myself, I lift my hands to Megan's ass, pulling her down harder, without breaking rhythm Mistress slaps me again once on each cheek. I am stunned. My hands drop and Mistress's complete control seems to push her over the edge. She throws her head back and with a groan flows into her orgasm. As soon as it has subsided she lifts herself off me. "Take that plug out of your - no - my ass and get me the glass dildo." I jump off the bed and do as I am bid, dropping the plug in the basin I quickly recover our favorite toy. "You know what to do" I climb on the bed on all fours, Meg.. Mistress kneels behind me and with no ceremony pushes the dildo into my eager ass. I push back. "You love this don't you, you'd do anything to have me fuck you in the ass." I can only groan, after some vigorous thrusts the dildo is buried to the hilt with only the glass ball at the end still out. Mistress positions herself behind me, grabs my thighs and starts humping herself against me, rubbing her clit against the glass ball until she shudders into another small orgasm. Without a word Mistress gets up and continues getting ready. After a few mins collecting my mind I get up. I am completely lost for words. I move towards Megan to kiss her but she turns away and continues putting on her make up. The only thing I can think to do is get ready to go out, so I go into the bathroom, remove the dildo leaving a very vacant feeling inside me and have a shower. I scrub myself clean and try and take stock of the past few hours. Megan has certainly taken things to a new level, I guess this is what I has always asked for, as shocked as I am I have to say I like it, I don't think I've ever been so aroused in my life. I really would do anything my Wife asks, I am hers. The realization makes me smile. I exit the shower and grab a pair of chinos and a shirt I know that Megan likes. As I'm getting dressed I hear the doorbell ring at look at my watch. It's 7:08. 7:00PM - 8:00PM. I finish getting ready, the final touch is a splash of cologne that Megan loves. I walk into the family room, my eyes are immediately drawn to Megan, to my Mistress, she looks amazing, she's wearing a pair of black pants that show off are ass to perfection, she is also wearing a low cut top that reveals her creamy white cleavage, her hair and make up is immaculate, dark eyes, dark lips, dark nails, she is more beautiful then I have ever seen, the visual appeal is magnified by the knowledge that she is also wearing the lingerie and shoes that she just fucked me wearing. My cock is hardening again. I am more surprised to see Tracy back again, she is also dressed to impress, nothing on Megan but clearly we are not the only ones heading out for the evening. Megan looks up at me. "You look nice", she grins, "you didn't need to get dressed up to drive us." A Saturday in September I'm confused, and I am sure my face shows it. "Did I forget to tell you, Tracy and I are going with your recommendation, Trulucks." "It's so kind of you to drive us" adds Tracy. I am lost for words yet again. I can't think of anything to do but agree. "So when do you guys want to head off?" "Well open us another bottle of wine for the ride down and then we can head off. " I go to get the wine, all I can think is "what the hell is going on?" The whole day has been unbelievable so far so I guess I'll just go with the flow. I have no idea what's going to happen next, but I follow the ladies out to the car, I go to open the front door for Megan, but she shakes her head and instead gets in the back with Tracy and then grabs the wine bottle. "Thanks baby, make sure you don't drive over any bumps" and with that the door closes and I head round to drive. Megan asks me to put on some music, I put on her favorite station and now I can't hear what they're talking about. I catch the odd giggle but not much else. The rest of the drive is uneventful, I pull up in front of the restaurant, the Valet opens the door on Tracy's side, I jump out and open the door for Mistress. By the time I've helped her out of the car the valet is standing next to us with a ticket in his hand. Without a pause my Wife takes his hand, smiles and says, "my driver will stay with the car, I won't be needing your services tonight, at least not for parking", she squeezes his hand and the look on his face his priceless. My Mistress doesn't even turn to look at me, she strolls off into the restaurant leaving the valet and I looking at one another. He smirks, I blush, then I get back into the car and start to drive off, I pull around the corner and stop at the curb, I have no idea what is expected of me at this point. Should I park close by and wait? Should I return home, what does Mistress have in mind.? My phone rings, my heart pounds as I see Megan's name appear on the screen. I'm torn between sexual excitement, anger and hurt" "Hello" I say, "Hello slave, do you need some instructions?" "Can Tracy hear you? What the hell was that with the valet?" my tone is demanding and angry. There's a silent pause "Listen to me very carefully. How dare you question me? Worse, how dare you question me without using my deserved title? Worst of all what makes you think you have the right not to answer me when I ask you a question?" "If you are very fortunate your punishment will form part of our session, if you displease me again then the session is over and it will be a long, long time before I even consider another one." The phone goes dead. It's 8:03 8:00PM - 10:00PM I try to call back, but Megan's phone clicks straight through to voicemail, I dial three more times, with the same result, then my phone buzzes with an incoming text. "I assume you were calling to grovel an apology - I'll speak to you when I'm ready. Go home and text me when you get there" I sit and consider my options. This is more intense then I've ever imagined. I could walk into the restaurant and make it clear that this has gone to far. I could text back saying I've had enough...... or I could play along for a while longer. The submissive in me wins the debate, if there ever really was a question, and I head home. It's about a 20 min drive and it's just before 8:30 when I get into the house and text Mistress to let her know I'm back. "Your instructions have been followed Mistress" I hope that will fully convey my acceptance of her Dominance this evening. "Good boy" comes the response. A few minutes go by and my phone beeps again. "there's a bag on the kitchen table, open it & follow the instructions in the letter." Sure enough there's a black hold all sitting on the table, I hadn't noticed it earlier. I open it up and on top there's an envelope addressed to "a very lucky little slave boy" I open it up... "You may not know it, but for some time now I've been increasingly aroused and intrigued by the notion of taking our relationship to a true Dominant Wife, subby hubby status. Tonight I'm taking a first step in this direction. For the first time in our marriage I think you need a "safe word". You may say or text the word "Taos" at any time and our Session will end, but be warned, we will never have another opportunity to explore this type of relationship, like we have this evening. If you deny me tonight then I deny you for ever! Nothing like this will ever happen again, so use the word with caution. Now, assuming you haven't already reached for your phone, here's what happens next. There are three bags in the hold all, a wash bag, a carrier bag and a purse. Take out the wash bag, it contains some shower gel, a razor and some talcum powder. Take a shower, use the gel I have provided and shave all of your body accept your face, with the pink razor. I want to use your stubble to rub my ass later, but the rest of you should be smooth as a baby. When you have showered you can use the talc to make sure your skin is nice and soft for me later. When you have done this you may open the carrier bag. Your Loving Mistress" I put the letter down, for the umpteenth time today I am in a state of aroused shock. What is happening? Should I go along with this or end it now? My beautiful Wife has obviously put a lot of thought into this, and there's clearly more to come, I've always wanted her to do something like this but now I'm extremely nervous. With scarcely believable timing my Wife and Mistress helps me with my dilemma. My phone rings, it's her. As soon as I pick up I hear her voice - her tone is low and hard. "Get in the shower wimp - you know it's what you need to do" The line is dead before I can say a word. I can scarcely believe it but my cock, Her cock, is rock hard. I stand up and take the wash bag to the shower. By the time I have completed my instructions, my mind is whirling again, my Wife is messing with my head like never before, I can't quite believe that I'm going along with all this, yet at the same time I'm completely enthralled with the complex game my Mistress has constructed. I collect the carrier bag with some trepidation. Inside there is a piece of paper with some simple instructions. "This is what I want you to wear to come pick us up - nothing else. I've bought you a new toy, make sure you put it in. You may NOT open the purse." I take in the rest of the contents. My eyes are immediately drawn to the "toy", it's a black butt plug, a little bigger then our others, but nothing outrageous. The clothes are very mundane, an old pair of gym shorts with no pockets and an even older t-shirt. There's also a pair of flip flops. I'm a little disappointed, after everything else that had happened today this seemed very uninspiring. It occurs to me that every time I've deviated even slightly from my Mistress' intention She has been displeased so I err on the side of caution and decide to simply do as instructed. Once I have the plug inside me I put on the clothes and the only thing of note is that both the shorts and t-shirt are a little too tight. I sit down at the kitchen table and take stock of the day's events, the pause in the action provides an opportunity for doubts to creep in. I'm feeling a bit ridiculous, my chest, legs and groin feel slightly uncomfortable where I've shaved them, I smell kind of feminine because of the shower gel and talc that Megan had me use, I'm sitting on my own on a Saturday night with a sex toy in my ass. I have no idea what my Wife is up to, She must have finished dinner by now, where is She? Who is She with? I start to imagine that Tracy and Her are being chatted up by some guys, god only knows, she looked absolutely stunning tonight, it would be hard to imagine that she wasn't being hit on, and I would imagine that Tracy would be happy to have such an attractive cohort to help her find a man. Doubt is now turning to fully fledged paranoia, I imagine her smiling, laughing and touching another man, I'm so jealous I could scream, but at the same time I'm strangely aroused at the thought of her out flirting and being desired by another. For the first time since I woke up this morning my psyche is pushing my submissive side to the back, I'm about to take out the plug and get changed when my phone rings, it's 10:09. 10:00PM - 11:00PM "Have you been following my instructions Driver?" She asks, I can hear laughter in the background, it sounds like She's in a bar. "I have" I respond, "Pardon" "yes Mistress, I have" all my doubts of a few moments ago are gone. I hear Tracy in the background, " is our driver coming to get us?" she's obviously more aware of what's happening between Megan and I, then I'm comfortable with, but what can I do? Then I hear two male voices in the background too and suddenly my anxiety level peaks again. There are muffled voices , I can hear Megan talking but not what is being said, She's obviously covered the phone with her hand. "We're at the bar in the Intercontinental, you can pick us up in 30 mins, there's a good boy, bring the purse." Before I have a chance to answer the phone has gone dead, I guess I've received my next set of instructions. I get in the car and start to head downtown, as I leave the neighborhood I can't quite rationalize what I'm doing, driving to pick up my Wife and her friend from what is, to all appearances, a date with some strange guys, and yet I'm still in a heightened state of arousal, sitting there in my too tight shorts and too tight shirt, with my prostate being sensitized with every bump in the road. I'm about half way there when my phone rings again. "There's a change of plan." my Mistress tells me. There's more background noise, it sounds like they're in a car, I can hear Tracy in the background. "Steve is driving us back to Highland Park, we're going to grab another drink at our usual Bar and then maybe go back to Tracy's." "Who's Steve?" I ask, my voice catching in my throat. Mistress's reply is terse. "What did you say?" My voice catches again, I stammer a response, "n. n. nothing, I'm sorry Mistress, what would you like me to do?" "Bring me that purse, we'll be there in about 15 mins." "Megan I'm really scare...." the line goes dead before I can finish my sentence. I take the next exit off the freeway and a I'm turning around I receive another text. "The safe word is Taos, you know the consequence of using it, anything else you say is meaningless whining. Xoxox." Yet again my mind and my cock are at odds with one another, one screaming STOP, the other yelling GO! I drive to the Bar and park the car. It suddenly occurs to me that I have to go in there in these clothes, to hand my wife a purse while she sits with her girl friend and two men, doing who knows what, and worst of all I have a massive erection that cannot be hidden. What am I going to do? Yet again my phone rings. "I saw your car pull in, get in here now" Once again the line is dead before I can say a word. It's 10:56. 11:00PM - 12:00AM I sit in the car long enough for my heart to stop pounding, take a deep breath and walk in to the bar. It's pretty crowded in there but I see Megan immediately, She is sitting with her back to me next to some guy I've never seen before. He has an arm around Her shoulder and from the way She's sitting I'd guess she has her hand on his thigh. As I'm standing there watching, I realize how ridiculous I must look dressed the way I am in a bar on a Sat night. I can feel the air conditioning on my legs, it feels different to normal now that they are hairless, I don't suppose anyone else but Megan and I would be able to tell that I shaved my legs this evening but the thought of it causes me to redden again. I'm about to turn around go back to the car and text "Taos" to my Wife, when she turns and meets my eye. With a glance she indicates an empty stool at the bar - if I sit there I'll be able to see Her and Her friends quite clearly, but I won't be so close as to be obvious. I don't move. Even across the bar I can tell that Mistress's stare has become harder, she accentuates Her instruction with a tilt of Her head. I walk to the stool and take a seat. As the barman approaches me Mistress comes up from behind. "Just water for him, he's driving" She states, "he'll also pick up the tab for my friends and me." The barman looks to me and I nod. "You can give me that purse now." my Mistress instructs. She opens it up and feels for something, suddenly the plug in my ass bursts into motion, the vibrations course through my prostate and cock. At that same moment She pinches my ear lobe viciously and the twin sensations of pleasure and pain cause by cock to stiffen obviously in my shorts. She reaches back into the purse and the vibrations stop. She pulls out a bottle of nail polish from the purse and places it on the bar in front of me. "I haven't forgotten that you need to paint your nails. I think it would be a bit much to have you sit naked at my feet in here and do it, but there's no reason why you can't go paint them in the bathroom." I look into Her eyes and I see a mixture of amusement, arousal and determination, mostly determination. "Seriously?" I enquire She looks into my eyes, reaches down and squeezes my balls hard through my shorts. It's a quick motion, I'm sure no one would have noticed, but the pain is such that I have a sharp intake of breath. "You really are racking up some punishments for this evening aren't you?" She smiles. "I'm really going to enjoy administering them before I let you cum." My eyes go wide with lust and shock. She continues to talk as though I hadn't interrupted her. "You may sit here and watch me flirt with that sexy guy over there while you drink your water. When you are ready go the bath room and paint your toes and fingers. I think that red color I've picked out for you will look charming." "When you're done, walk back past me so I can see you've done my bidding, you may then pay the check and wait for me in the car, I have no idea how long I'll be, I'm really enjoying hanging out with Steve, I like how he touches me and I know he's hoping for at least a deep goodnight kiss from me this evening. Who knows how much more I might have to offer him?" With that she turns and walks back to her chair. The whole encounter can't have taken more then a few minutes and yet I feel as though the world has turned on its head. As shocking and surprising as this day has been, the confidence with which my Wife has dominated me in those few sentences and actions has left me in a state of awe. As she sits down again, the purse opens again, she reaches in and the vibrations inside my ass begin anew, she looks at me, smiles and then turns her attention back to Steve. I cradle my water glass and try to make sense of my conflicting emotions. Confusion, jealousy and hurt are competing with a heady combination of love and lust for my Wife that I have rarely, if ever, experienced before. I am surprised to realize that there is no anger. My Wife and Mistress has achieved what She has often promised, she has made my completely and overwhelmingly Her plaything for the evening. My musing has focused my concentration away from Her and it's almost as though she can tell. The vibrations inside me abruptly stop and restart, the change causes me to look across to where She is sitting. She is now sitting in Steve's lap, one of his hands resting on her thigh, the other is unseen to me and I imagine it caressing her back. My Mistress has an arm around this strange man's shoulder and the other is holding her wine glass. Suddenly She's on her feet, pulling him up and heading off to the dance floor. The song that's playing would allow for many styles of dancing, probably unsurprisingly, my Mistress folds into this man's arms. They are dancing close. I know that if I was dancing with Her like that she would be able to feel my cock pressing into her, I'm sure that She is enjoying the same feeling now. Watching this scene sets up yet another contradiction in my mind, I love that someone else finds my Wife as sexy and attractive as I do and I'm genuinely thrilled for my wife to be having the pleasure of being wanted by another. At the same time I'm overwhelmed with the need to exert my position on the two of them, I'm the husband she's MY Wife, but She's also my Mistress and this is her game, her night, it's not my place to interfere. While I wrestle with my thoughts, this Man has grown bold, his hands are wandering over her buttocks, he's pulling her into his chest, She's obviously very much enjoying this. It is now undeniable, that along with every other feeling, watching my Wife be intimate with another man, is, in and of itself, turning me on. This is one contradiction too many for me, and suddenly sitting in a stall in a restroom, in a bar, painting my nails, seems like a good option for me. I finish my water and head in. Once situated in the stall, I decide not to dwell on exactly what I'm doing, rather I see this as a gateway to the next phase of our game, I have to get my Mistress' attention away from Steve and back onto punishing and rewarding me. I will obey Her will, show Her that no humiliation is to great a price to pay for the honor of Her focus. I will proudly do as She has asked. Half way through my task, the vibrations stop. My heart leaps, She was thinking of me. I complete my task, and head back into the bar, as I leave the restroom I take a deep breath, I don't know these people, they are nothing to me, it only matters that I please Her, that I make my Mistress proud. She and he are now back in their chairs, they are sitting very close, She is whispering something in his ear. As I get close by, She looks up, she visually checks both my feet and my hands and gives a slight nod. I walk on by, pay the bill at the bar and head out to the car. Half way there I'm rewarded with renewed vibrations, when I get to the car I check the time, it's 12:11. 12:00AM - 2:00AM As I sit in the car I reflect on the day. I think or hope that I've passed the tests that my Mistress has set for me, and that despite the agony of imagining what is happening between my Wife and that man, while I'm out here, the trials of this day will be behind me and I'll soon be luxuriating in the pleasure and the pain of enduring whatever my beautiful Mistress has in store for the time when the two of us are alone. I use this time I have to fantasize about what's to come. I imagine Her, in boots and basque, dark lipstick, dark eyes, whip or belt in hand standing over me. Almost involuntarily my hand finds its way down my shorts and I clench my muscles around the, still vibrating, plug. My cock feels like a rod of iron, I could make myself cum with a few short strokes if I wanted to, but that would be such a waste of this long day of delicious agony. I close my eyes and I can almost feel the freezing ice she might rub across my nipples before pushing the cubes into my ass, and the candle wax being dripped one painful spot at a time across my chest and down my stomach to my waiting cock. Something pulls me from this delightful revelry, I open my eyes to see my Mistress leave the bar on the arm of her chosen partner for this evening. My eyes widen as she reaches Her arms up and around his neck and relishes a long and deep kiss. I remember all the stories she has told me of Her youth, when She loved to go out and enjoy doing just this with the boys she used to know. As distressing as it is to see my Wife share such a moment with another, I can't help but feel Steve deserves the reward of Her sweet kisses, for helping Her play out this fantasy. A Saturday in September Eventually the embrace ends, Steve heads back into the bar and Megan strides up to the car. I jump out and open the passenger door for her. She grabs me and I feel her tongue pushing into my mouth. She grinds herself against me and I'm lost in the taste and smell of her. As suddenly as it started it stops. My Mistress eases into the car and I shut Her door and move back round to drive. No word is spoken for he first few minutes of our drive home. The silence is broken with; "Do you know how many transgressions you need to pay for?" I think back over the day, I interrupted you at least twice and I addressed you incorrectly at least twice more. I decide to err on the side of caution and offer, "6 Mistress?" "You'd probably prefer if it was 6, but I counted at least 11" "11?" I offer "it's 12 now, you WILL address my properly or not at all" " I'm sorry Mistress" and I find I really mean it. "For each of your failings you will be beaten, 6 strokes for each, how many is that?" "72 Mistress" I offer "It was rhetorical, you need to learn your place. It's now 100, 50 on each cheek." I say nothing for fear of misspeaking again. "What did you think of Steve?" my Mistress asks "He seemed to be very taken with you Mistress" "Hmmmmm, did you see him kiss me?" "Yes Mistress" "You should have seen him before we left the bar" I don't know what to say, so I say nothing. Mistress can sense my discomfort, she reaches over and slides her hand up and down my shaven legs, "While you were home doing this, Steve was buying me dinner", She takes my hand in hers and looks at my nails, "while you were painting your nails, he had his hand on my tits and on my cunt. What do you think of that?" I don't know what to say, so I say nothing. "My hands were on his cock too, it was so hard and so big, I wanted him to fuck me right there in the bar. I bet you'd like to see that wouldn't you? Your Mistress orgasming on another man's cock? Taking pleasure from another, you live to see me cum don't you." I'm still at a loss for words but my Wife and Mistress reaches under the leg of my shorts and finds that my cock is not only hard but throbbing and leaking pre cum. "Well?" She demands "I don't think I could cope with that Mistress." I offer "Watching Me with another man?" she inquires. I nod "Well, the idea certainly seems to arouse you." I nod again. "If you don't want it to become a reality, you'd better make sure you are taking care of my needs properly then hadn't you?" "Yes Mistress, I'll do anything you desire." "Careful, you'd better not make promises you can't keep." The rest of the drive passes in silence, with my Mistress continually switching the plug in my ass on and off, to keep me on edge. When we pull onto the drive, She sits there while I dash around the car to open her door. She walks into the house in front of me, my eyes are fixed on her beautiful ass. "You'll be kissing it soon Slave." She offers. As soon as we're in the house She instructs me to strip, Which I willingly do. She disappears into the bedroom and comes back moments later with a black scarf that she uses to blindfold me. "Can you see anything?" "No" I'm rewarded with a sharp slap to the face that I never saw coming. "Well, lucky for you, you weren't lying, you just failed to address me properly." "I'm sorry Mistress." "Come with me", She leads me by the hand through the house and into the bedroom. Once in there She instructs me to stand still and I hear movement and something happening, but I can't tell what. My Mistress steps back over to me and plays with my nipples and then removes the plug from my ass. Once she has my nipples erect, She bites each one until I gasp. "Raise your hands" She demands. I do. I feel Her attach a cuff to each wrist, I didn't know that we owned handcuffs, I wonder what other toys have been purchased. There is some more rustling and then I feel my hands being pulled higher. I place myself in the bedroom, my Mistress has me standing near a window, I assume that she is now tying my arms to a curtain rod. Once my arms are fully outstretched I feel my Wife's mouth around my cock, I sigh with joy. The noise causes my Mistress to stop for a moment. "This is for me not you, I've been thinking about giving a blow job for several hours, but it's not your cock I was imagining deep in my throat." The oral ministrations continue, the combination of the day's activities, the precarious position I'm in and mostly the way that my Wife is fucking with my mind have me close to orgasm in little time. My Mistress senses the tightening in my thighs and the blow job stops again. "You do NOT have permission to cum in my mouth. If you do you will regret it intensely for a few minutes, and it will be a long, long time before you cum again. I haven't only been buying plugs, cuffs and huge dildo's for your pleasure, this cock is my plaything now, and you won't even be able to take care of yourself, without my permission after tonight, so you'd better learn some self control." "I understand Mistress" I respond, but in truth I don't fully understand, as I try and wrap my mind around the full consequences of what I've just heard. My Mistress seems fully intent on having me fail to follow Her instructions, pretty soon I can no longer tell where Her mouth stops and Her hands start, she is licking, sucking, rubbing, harder and faster. I'm doing everything I can not to explode in Her mouth, but I know it's a battle I'm about to lose. "Megan" I plead. My error in addressing Her serves a valuable purpose, my punishment is a sharp and severe pain in my balls, caused by her sudden and aggressive squeezing. My orgasm is gone. "I think it's time you received your punishment, I'm worried that if I don't beat you now, I'll lose count - 100 we agreed, didn't we?" I nod "I asked you a question and I expect an answer" "Yes Mistress, we agreed on 100" "Well turn around and get those pretty little buttocks ready." I do as I'm bid, the rotation is enough to add more tension into my arms, so I end up slightly unbalanced on the balls of my feet. I hear Her moving around the room, and then sense that she is back close to me again. She stands behind me and rubs herself against my back, Her arms reach around and stroke my nipples and then down to my cock, a few gentle strokes, while she caresses my balls soon have me back to maximum hardness. "Your cock feels so good" She whispers onto my ear, then She giggles, "Silly me, My cock feels so good" I sigh, which is all it takes for the sensations to stop. The first thwack catches be unprepared, I'm not sure what she used to spank my left cheek but it's not one of our usual toys, the pain is more intense then I'm used to, and seems to cover my whole buttock. I tense for the number 2 of 100 but my Mistress, gently caresses my tense ass. As soon as I relax I'm rewarded with a second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth in rapid succession, no break no warning, each landed within fractions of an inch of the last, each one sending delightful waves of pain through me, the combined effect being a rapidly aching and warming buttock. "That's five" She says "It was six Mistress", I don't want her to think I'm not paying attention, the reward for my impudence is whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, in the same area as the last, but significantly harder. I gasp with the shock and pain. As my Dominant Wife, returns to gently stroking my tender cheek, She clarifies for me that the first one didn't count, and that because I interrupted she had lost track of where she was so we need to start over. I have the sense to keep my opinion on this to myself. I'm not sure how long the next part of our game lasted, I stopped counting individual slaps somewhere in the twenties, my Wife interspersed quick fire spanking with gentle caresses, after about half way through, She would occasionally pause and rub an ointment into my buttocks, which initially provided a delightful cooling, but turned into an intense tingling right before the spanking started afresh. At some point, the pain, turned to absolute submission, and at that point my cock began to harden again. "How many was that slave?" She asks, "I'm sorry Mistress, I couldn't count, it was so intense." "That's OK, I stopped after 100 and that was ages ago, I was enjoying watching you writhe against the rope and your bum change color. I was going to stop sooner, but you started to get hard so I carried on, but now my arm's tired" I am unable to do anything other then breathe deeply, and try to ease the tightness in my arms that went unnoticed throughout the spanking. "Don't you have anything to say?" She asks. I pause, there is only on thing that seems to make sense. "Thank-you Mistress", strangely I find the gratitude his heart felt. Clearly my instinct was correct, my arms are released, and my Wife whispers in my ear; "Don't move a muscle until I tell you." I hear movement and then "You can remove the blind fold" I do, and am met with the sight of the love of my life reclining on the bed, Her hair pulled back into a pony tail, her lips and eyes beautifully made up with dark and exotic hues. She is wearing a black corset, black knee high stiletto boots and garter and stockings. She is stunning. Sexy, confident, assured and stunning. I smile. She opens her legs and commands "lick me until I cum." I cannot contain my delight at this instruction, I love going down on my Wife, to me She tastes more delectable then anything else I have experienced. I lay between Her thighs and begin gently licking the outer folds of Her pussy, starting down near Her asshole and stopping just short of Her clit. I go slowly up one side then the other, over and over until She grabs the back of my head and pulls my mouth hard against her soaking opening. On Her command I drive my tongue as far inside as I can, all the while sucking and drinking down her sweet juices. As a low moan escapes Her, I move my mouth up and over her clit, where I alternate between sucking and gently pulling on her with my teeth and licking it ferociously. Soon I am rewarded, with the sound, taste and smell of her powerful orgasm. She holds my head between her thighs through several smaller orgasms then releases me. "I think it's time you had a good ass fucking, turn round I have a treat for you." I rotate and get up on all fours. "I think I want you on the floor" She states. I am off the bed as quickly as I can and position myself prone on the floor. I look over my shoulder and watch her get off the bed. She reaches over to the night stand and retrieves the vibrating plug. As She moves to reinsert it she switches it on. It slides easily inside me. She surprises me by saying, "Your poor ass, baby, it's starting to bruise, is it sore?" I hadn't thought about it for a while but Her light tap, makes me squeal. "I have just the cream for that". As She heads into the bathroom She puts the blindfold back on. "For a few minutes, I don't want to spoil the surprise." She returns quickly and just as she starts to rub a cool ointment into my sore cheeks, She allows me to remove the blindfold. I look over my shoulder and see another new acquisition, a blue feeldoe. I gasp with joy, my Wife had fucked me with a dildo many times but had always declined to wear a strap-on. "I thought you'd like this!" She smiles. Quickly She removes the plug and thrusts the new toy inside me in one long deliberate motion. I push back and am rewarded with the feel of her thighs and stomach against me. It's about now that I realize that the cool ointment is actually scent free Bengay. I am assaulted by multiple sensations again. My buttocks are on fire, but I love the feeling of my Mistress pounding into me again and again. She reaches around and begins to stroke my cock, as She asks "You love belonging to Me don't you? You love Me making you mine by fucking your ass. Tell me you Love it!" "I love You Mistress, please may I cum?" She slows both the thrusts and the stroking "You may, but if you can give me one more orgasm while I ride My cock then I might just ride your face after you cum." "Oh please Mistress?" I beg. She withdraws from my ass, and tells me to get on my back. I obey. She inserts the plug one last time before straddling me. As She grinds against me I know that I have nothing left to give. I will explode inside her any second. "I don't think I can last Mistress" "You know the prize, it's up to you" There is no respite, as She brings me closer and closer to the edge. I try and think of something, anything so I can wait for Her but I'm failing. "Megan" I cry. The slap to my face takes me over the edge. "Mistress" I murmur as my body is wracked by wave upon wave of orgasm, and I feel Her cock pulsate inside Her as I empty my cum into Her. For a few seconds I have no awareness, my eyes are closed and all I can hear is the sound of my own breathing. My Wife's voice brings me back to the here and now. I open my eyes to see her sopping pussy closing on my face. "You just made it baby" My Wife and Mistress smiles as She ends the session with one last gift, as She lowers Herself over my waiting mouth and rides my face to one last orgasm. As I stand up I notice the time on the clock by the bed. It's 2:22 in the morning.