1 comments/ 15512 views/ 0 favorites The Grocey Store Ch. 01 By: officerslittleslave Grocery shopping may be dull and mundane for some couples, but not us. My husband and I consider grocery shopping a time to unwind, and sometimes a time where he puts me in my place. It is a time where we not only get groceries but we show affection in public without the eyes of the public on us. It's secretive. It's a game we play. Sometimes, people do see but they do not say a word. We are playful. We always go to the grocery store a few blocks away from our house. My husband likes routine. It makes sense, considering he is an officer in the U.S. Navy. He gets six months off, and we take advantage of the time we have together. Not just to reconnect emotionally, but sexually as well. After those six months are up, he will be gone for six months. That means no sex for half a year. That means sexual deprivation for me. That means he will have one cranky girl if I do not get my fill before he leaves. He always carries the list. Like I said, he likes to keep a routine. We start off with the basics: fruits, vegetables, poultry, etc. Then I move on to find the rest of the ingredients I need for that week to prepare meals. That is usually when things get heated. My husband likes everything thing to be quick and efficient. So, when I gallop around the store looking for items I need that are not on the list, he gets antsy. He gets horny and riled up. And he plays games with me. I was walking down an aisle pushing the cart to find one of the last things I needed before we left. I stop to get the item off the shelf and it is just about out of my reach. Usually, my husband gets it for me because he is about a foot taller than me, but this time he wants to watch. I am wearing a cute, short dress and go on my tip-toes so I can grab it. While I grab the item he grabs my ass. "Hey, not here, what if someone sees?" I say to him. "Shh, just stand still and don't make a sound." He replies as he lightly caresses my inner thighs up beneath my skirt. He proceeds to fingering me and at that moment I forget about anyone who is watching and moan. "Mmm... please don't stop." I begged him. "What did I say? Do not make a sound" He growled into my ear. I nod, and comply. "Are you ready to go, sweetie?" you ask. I just nod yes, because I am out of words. You never go that far in a public place. But I cannot deny the fact that I am completely aroused and wished you would take me right there in the middle of the grocery store. We make our way to the checkout. We stand in line with about two people in front of us and a few people behind us. I stand right in front of you and you lay your strong hands on my shoulders to rub them softly as we wait in line. You move your hands down to my upper arms and slowly slide them down to both of my wrists. Then, very quickly and with great force, however stealthily, you pull both my wrists to my back and hold them tightly as you whisper in my ear, "Are you going to be a good girl?" I nod. "Are you going to do everything I tell you to do?" I nod, again. "Good girl". No one in line can hear him and everyone behind us in the line cannot see what he is doing because I am so petite and he is behind me as if I am not even there. I compose myself as we reach the register. They scan our food and we pay. Ready to go home. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. He has not given me orders yet. I'm curious. We arrive home and I walk to the back of the car to open the drunk and put the groceries away. He follows me to do the same, or so I thought, until he comes behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. His lips get so close to my ear I can feel his warm breath and I get more aroused by the second. "Now, I'm going to put the groceries away and you are going to go inside and change into that new lingerie I gave you. I want you wearing nothing else but that lingerie and your black pumps. From now on, you will address me by calling me "sir", do you understand?" I turn to look at him, "Yes, sir." "That's my good girl." As I walk away he gives me a hard spank. To be continued... The Grocey Store Ch. 02 When I get inside I walk to the master bedroom quickly. He does not like to wait under any circumstance. I go into our closet to get the lingerie he just purchased for me for Valentine's Day. He always seems to know just what I like, or its just what he wanted and it just so happened that I found it appealing too. It is a bra and panty set with a garter belt that hooks to the panties. I always found those very attractive. But he's never seen me where it, the only thing close to it that he's seen me wear was the garter on my leg on our wedding day. However, that is tradition and although it was sexy it does not compare to this garter belt. The lingerie is all black with lace. His favorite. My favorite, too. I change into the lingerie as if my life depended on it because I know that if he comes in and I'm not ready my ass will be sore for the next week. It will take him a while to put the groceries away. There is an exact spot for every item, which I love since my house growing up was the complete opposite. I designed the kitchen and made a place for every item, so I know it like the back of my hand. But if I'm feeling especially bad, I move things around, things that he will know are not in the right place. Long story short, my ass hurts when he's done with me. And I like it. The last thing to put on is my black pumps. He loves when I wear heels. In high school and college I hardly wore them. However, I am now a professional and looking and acting like a professional is an expectation in my career. So, heels are part of my everyday wardrobe. I have finished my first task and now the only thing left to do is to wait. I want to help him put away the groceries, but I'm supposed to follow orders. Instead, I fix my make up and spray on his favorite perfume. Then I simply sit on the bed waiting for him to tell me what to do next. About five minutes later, he comes into the room and gives me the smirk I know all too well. The smirk that subliminally tells me, "I'm going to do whatever I want with you and you're going to like it." He stands right in front of me and places both of his large, strong hands on the sides of my face as he gently pulls my lips closer to his and kisses me passionately. It is typical for him to start off gentle and become rougher as I am more comfortable and aroused. But sometimes he will be very rough and out of nowhere will slam me up against a wall and fuck me. Or tie me up aggressively. Some days I like that and I know he does too. But today he has something different in store, I can just tell. "Baby, I have a surprise for you." He tells me. "You do?!" I respond, very enthusiastically. I can't help but smile. He knows I love surprises. "Yes, I do. And I think you will enjoy it very much. But it has to be a surprise until I tell you to open your eyes. I know you'll open your eyes anyway so I'm going to blindfold you." "Hmmmph! Yes, sir." I reply, with a little attitude, a little bummed he can't just show me. "Turn around and face the other direction." I do as I am told and within seconds a silky fabric is placed over my eyes. I can tell it is one of his ties. Then he leaves for a few moments and comes back. "Open your mouth." I comply. Even though, I do not see how this has anything to do with my surprise. He tightens what feels like a ball gag into my mouth, making sure it is secure. It most certainly is, considering the fact I can not open or close my mouth in any way that the ball gag does not allow. He grabs me gently by the shoulders and leads me in a direction I cannot quite manage to know because I'm blind. But after only about 5 steps I stumble on a pair of shoes, so I have a feeling we are in our closet. He guides me several steps until we reach a door, or at least I think it is a door. I cannot see or talk... but I can hear him pushing some kind of buttons. After he punches 5 digits of what I believe to be some sort of a code, the door clicks. We enter another room. I can tell only because the temperature has dropped significantly enough that I can feel my skin getting goose bumps. "What the fuck is this?" I think to myself. He takes me somewhere in the room. I cannot place whether I am in the middle or not. He tells me to stand still. The floor is either concrete or hardwood because my heels were clicking as I walked into position. I have no idea what this is. Now, I'm a little nervous, but I trust him. My husband slaps two leather cuffs around my wrists that seem to have a chain between them to connect both my wrists together. He grabs both my hands and pulls them above my head and hooks them to something and tightens them so that I can barely move them around. I am now suspended. "Are you ready to see your surprise?" He asks. I nod, since that is about the only thing I can do. He unties the blindfold and lets it fall to the floor. I try and adjust my eyes to the light. It is dim, but not dark, almost like a dungeon... wait, it is a dungeon. He must have constructed this on his own. Its not just a dungeon, it's a sex dungeon. We have been talking about one since we were in high school. And he made it! I look around and see everything from a variety of different sex toys and sex machines to a very comfortable looking bed. He has everything in here. Vibrators, restraints and gags of all sorts, a shower, whips... everything I could possibly imagine. "What do you think? Do you like it?" He asks I nod my head ferociously up and down. "Good" "Now, if I remember correctly you disobeyed me last week. I specifically told you that you were not allowed to pleasure yourself in any way unless you were given permission. But you did anyway, when you thought I was sleeping. Didn't you, you little slut?" He grabs one of the whips hanging from the wall. And returns back, slapping it against the palm of his hand, in an attempt to instill fear within me. Which he does quite well. "Mmmph." I muffle through the gag. "What's that slut? I can't understand you." He says with a slight laugh behind it. He kneels down and removes my pumps so that I am standing tip-toe in suspension. It is a very uncomfortable feeling and the floor is freezing. "That's better. I don't want you to be too comfortable while I'm punishing you." He hangs the whip back and while doing so he says, "I don't think you're quite ready for the whip yet." I sigh in relieve. In the middle of my sigh, he spanks me harder than he has ever spanked me before. "Mmmph!" I scream behind my gag. "Bad girls..." SMACK! "need to be punished." SMACK! "Mmmph!" Tears stream down my face as my ass feels like it is on fire. After the thirty spanks I counted in my head, he stops. He rubs my ass with lotion and caresses me so gently that the burning sensation has begun to cease. He removes my ball gag and unhooks my suspension, as well as removes the wrist cuffs. I am so exhausted I can barely stand up. He sweeps me up from the ground and carries me like a baby to the door. He punches in the code and carries me to the bedroom and onto the bed. As he tucks me in he removes my clothing as well as his clothing and crawls in with me. Face to face he wipes away my tears and kisses them away. I place my head on his chest while he combs through my long hair with his fingers. And I whisper to him, "It was the best surprise." He looks down at me and replies with, "You need rest, tomorrow will be a long day for you." I just smile into his chest. To be continued... The Grocey Store Ch. 03 I am woken up by the aroma of breakfast. My husband used to be a terrible cook, he could barely cook an egg, but now he has become quite good at it. I enjoy when he cooks for me. He walks in with a tray. On it, there is a single rose, an omelet, fresh cut strawberries, an English muffin, and a cup of coffee. He sits on the edge of the bed and places the tray on my lap while leaning in to give me a kiss on the forehead. "Did you sleep well, baby?" He asked me. "Yes sir." I respond with sleepy eyes. "Good, we have a long day ahead of us, but take your time eating." He sits next to me and reads the newspaper, which is once again part of his daily routine, except for usually I am the one cooking him breakfast and we sit at the kitchen table. He now drinks coffee because it is the only thing that can keep him alert, though I still do not think he enjoys the taste as I do. In high school and college he wouldn't even taste coffee. Now, he seems addicted to it. As it seems, most adults are. I finish my breakfast and proceed to take the tray and dishes to the kitchen when he takes it out of my hands. "I'll take it sweetie, I want you to take a long, hot shower now." I love our master bathroom. We have a Jacuzzi tub as well as a very large shower. The shower has Italian tiles placed all around it for privacy with 4 showerheads that are adjustable speeds and are often times used for me to release my stress. Usually when my husband is deployed they are my main source of pleasure. But, as long as he is home, it is a rule that I cannot pleasure myself unless I am given permission and I learned my lesson last night. The shower heads keep me from hearing sounds. I didn't even know he had walked into the bathroom soon after me. I was unaware of his presence until he came behind me and pinched my nipples. "Mmm... I love your wet, naked body." I just moan and throw my head back enjoying his touch as he caresses my body in my most delicate parts. I had only been in the shower for about a minute and had not even washed my hair yet. But I love when he washes my hair. His large hands never seem to fail to relieve tension. He first starts with my shampoo lathering my long, brunette hair, scrubbing, and giving me a scalp massage at the same time. He removes one of the shower heads and rinses the suds out of my hair. Then he pours conditioner in the palm of his hand, sliding his fingers down my hair, respecting every strand. Again, he removes the shower head and rinses my hair. "My turn." He says to me. I just smile. I love to lather up his body with soap. His body is perfectly toned. His shoulders wide and muscular, his abs defined enough that I can feel each ripple on his stomach of pure muscle. I pour a liberal amount of Old Spice in my hand and begin lathering his body with it. I love the smell of it. It makes me horny. I scrub his body as well as give him pleasure with my hand. He loves when I do this. I can tell by how hard his cock is. It is standing straight up. He rinses off and I drop to my knees. Grabbing each side of his muscular legs I pump my mouth up and down while increasing speed with one of my hands on his dick. He throws his head back in ecstasy. I just give him a little bit, though. Then I stand up. I go to the ledge where we have all of our soap and shampoo and grab the soap. My husband slams me against the wall and I drop it. "Spread your legs and bend over." I comply. On the bottom of our shower we have two hooks, as well as a spreader bar. He places a cuff from the spreader bar on both ankles and restrains me to the hooks, exposing me completely. This is what happens when you let your husband in on how you like to be tied up and fucked. He lathers my crotch with shaving cream and tells me not to move so he doesn't cut me. I like when he shaves my pussy. Its arousing for me and sometimes I feel like I'm being teased because I can just barely feel stimulation on my clit. When he is finished shaving me, he reaches over to grab his favorite body wash of mine that is black raspberry vanilla from Bath and Body Works. He lathers my whole body with it. "You want me to fuck you? Beg for it." "Yes sir... please... fuck me. I need you to fuck me." He slams his cock deep into my pussy pumping in and out faster and harder each time he thrusts inside me. I'm gasping for air, waiting for a chance to get a full breath of air. And he stops. He unbuckles the restraints and rinses me off. I give him a smirk and he smirks back. I slide into my silk robe and retreat to the bedroom. He follows. "Baby, I have another surprise for you. Well, it is more of a present." "Really? Does it involve being tied up, blindfolded, and gagged?" I ask with an seductively. "Not yet. But I think you'll like it." He replies back. He walks over to his night stand and opens the drawer. He gets out a small box with a bow on it. It looks like jewelry. He does not get me jewelry very often, he knows I don't like it very much, I only really like it if it brings some kind of loving gesture to me. Is it a special occasion? I ask myself so many questions. He hands it to me and I open it slowly. When it is completely opened I see a necklace with a silver chain and small gems placed all around it. It is a short necklace. Kind of like a collar. "I know that you have a collar, but I decided to get you this because it is more discrete. That way you can wear it all of the time and know that you are mine." He explains. "I love it... I think that is a great idea. Thank you, sir." "Baby, come here. Let me help you put it on." He turns me so that my back is facing him and fastens the hook behind my neck. "You look beautiful, honey." No matter how many years I am with my husband, when he compliments me I always blush. And I can't help but smile. "Come and sit on my lap." He demands of me in a very gentle, loving voice. I prance over to him, still blushing, and jump into his lap. "How's my girl today? I need to make sure you're ready for what is to come. Are you ready?" "I feel great today. I'm ready for what you have in store for me, sir." "Good girl." He gives me a big kiss on the lips and lifts me up so I'm standing on my feet. He starts to get dressed in the usual: Jeans and a Navy t-shirt. I just assume he wants me to stay naked. Which is precisely what he wanted me to do. "Follow me. We are going to get started." I follow him down the stairs to where his office is. He has a large glass desk that is perfectly organized. Nothing is on it other than his computer and a picture of me. There is a large window that has a view of the next door neighbor, which my husband knows very well has a major crush on me. The blinds are closed, my husband likes his privacy. "Now, bend over my desk and straighten your arms like a T. Do not move." "Yes sir." I respond. He ties a length of rope to my wrists on both sides and secures it tightly to the legs of the desk. Then he forcefully spreads my legs and secures them to the legs, as well. I am practically in the same position I was in the shower. Then he tells me to open my mouth and shoves a piece of cloth in my mouth and secures it in my mouth with his tie that effectively works as a cleave gag. He leaves me there for a few moments and returns with something... though I do not know what it is yet. Once I hear the Velcro being strapped around my thighs, I know what it is. It is a portable vibrator. However, he has not turned it on yet. "Now, don't go anywhere. The Navy/Army game is on, I hope you don't mind if you stay here." He says while laughing slightly. "Mmmph!" I struggle through my bondage. He promised me we would watch it together. Which makes me very upset and sad. He walks to the other side of the room while talking at the same time, "Don't worry, honey bunches I will check on you every once in a while. Be good." And as he says this he opens the blinds. I am exposed completely to our neighbor. His desk is facing the same direction as the man's house with the wide open window and my helpless body is on display for his perverted eyes. Though, he cannot touch me. My husband would never let another person lay their hands on me. I'm his and his only. As he walks out of the door he turns around and says, "Oh, I almost forgot"... he then turns on the vibrator to the highest speed. "Mmmmph! Mmmmph!" I muffle screams though my gag, although, I cannot deny the fact that my pussy is dripping with juices. "Don't get too worn out, baby. We have much more to do after this. And by the way, don't even think about cumming without my permission." Well, that's just great I think to myself. I'm bound, gagged, completely helpless with a vibrator strapped securely to my pussy and I am not allowed to cum unless he says I can. Twenty minutes pass and I have come close to orgasm about two times, though I have given all of my might to hold them in. My husband does not come in until about five minutes later and I am screaming through my gag as hard as I can trying to keep from cumming. For the past 25 minutes he has been playing with the remote turning the vibrator on and off or turning it on the lowest setting which basically teases me in a torturous way. "How's my little slave doing?" "Mmmmmph!!!" "Do you need to cum, darling." "MMMMpph!" "Don't you dare. Not yet." "Mmmph..." My legs begin to shake and my pussy clenches and I am about to cum, I just cannot hold it in any longer. Then right as I'm about to cum, he turns it off." "MMMPH! MMMMMMPH!!!!!!!!!!!" Tears stream down my face in frustration. "What makes you think you deserve to cum?" He says while grabbing a chunk of my hair and pulling my head back. I do not even make a noise I am so mad at him. He comes up behind me and slaps my ass several times, in between rubbing my ass cheeks gently to ease the pain. Then he slides his hands up to my tight shoulders and back and massages me. I sniffle. "Shhh... you're ok. I need to teach you patience. I won't torture you forever." He turns the vibe back on the highest setting again. At the same time he slaps my ass harder and harder. With no rubs in between. "Mmmph" is the only thing I have, but he won't stop. He spanks me for 5 minutes straight with no breaks. I cannot imagine what colors my ass must be. It must look like a sunset. It burns and is very painful but at the same time I feel pleasure. An orgasm builds up again, this time even more powerful than the last and there is no way I can hold it in. If he deprives me of this I will probably pass out. "Cum for me baby girl." With those words I release all the tension I had from holding it in for so long... "Mmmm... mmmm.... MMMMMPH!" I scream at the top of my lungs as loud as I can but the gag does an excellent job at muffling them. Now I know why he gags me. If he didn't the whole neighborhood would call the police. I am a very loud screamer. After my climax, I heave on the desk my nipples hard on the cold, glass desk. He removes my gag and I can finally get a full breath of air. He turns off the vibe and removes it as well as my other restraints. He helps me stand up and shuts the blinds. Then he covers my bare body with my favorite fleece blanket. He pulls me against his chest and gives me a long embrace, rocking me back and fourth. "The game is actually not on until now. I know how much you wanted to watch it with me and I also ordered a pizza for us. Chicken and green pepper, Your favorite." I am used like a slave, but treated like a princess. There isn't much more I can ask for. And I smile at him. He knows he spoils me. Playfully, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and runs to the living room and tosses me on the couch. He leans over from the back of the couch and lifts my chin up with his hand and kisses me. The day has only just begun.