by Alex Tempera
“That’s right,” she smile as they walked into the castle. “You really didn’t have sex, oral or otherwise with Tim?”
“Nope. I also connected him with John. Tomorrow night, they’ll be in our playroom, if that’s what you still want.”
“Oh, it is, but tonight, husband, you’ll be in the playroom. I need to see if you can truly be my sub.”
“I’ll be your anything,” he kissed her cheek.
Fourteen
Sydney, dressed in a white lace teddy, waltzed into the playroom and stood in front of Paxton, who was completely naked, kneeling in the middle of the floor, with his hands behind his back. “pet,” she whispered, as he flicked his eyes up to her.
“pet, Mistress?”
“In here, you’re my pet, out there, you’re my husband. Is this what you want, my pet?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he licked his lips.
“Are you sure you can take my commands?”
“Yes, Mistress, I will do anything as long as it pleases you.”
“pet,” she stood behind him and placed a simple, black satin collar around his neck and used a small padlock to secure it. “This is your working collar. It will only be worn here in the playroom and only when you’re acting as my sub.” She placed the key on a chain and put it around her neck. “I have the key and you have the lock, my pet.”
He lightly touched the satin and smiled proudly. “Thank you, Mistress, I’m here to please you and thank you for the collar. I love it, Mistress.”
“I’m glad you like it. I ordered it especially for you, my pet.” She stood in front of him. “Before we get started, we need to be clear on a few things.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“First, you will only be my sub. No one else’s. Since you’re also a Master, you’re considered a switch. But you will only submit to me, and when you submit to me, you must not act like a master, only my sub.”
“I understand, Mistress. As you wish, Mistress.”
“Hard limits?”
“No fire play. Nothing to do with urine or feces. Other than that, I’m open to at least try.”
“Anything new that we haven’t tried, we will discuss before trying,” she smiled.
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Your safe word is yellow.”
“Yellow. Thank you, Mistress.”
“Your color, pet, what is your color?”
“Color, Mistress?”
“The color that means you consent, basically your go or yes color.”
“Oh,” he smiled. “Lavender, Mistress.”
“On your feet, pet,” she smiled.
He rose clumsily to his feet and wobbled slightly. “I apologize, Mistress.”
“You will practice, my pet,” she kissed his forehead, and then walked over to the dresser. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a new cock ring, the clothespin nipple clamps, and a large paddle, with soft rubber nodes. She walked back in front of her pet. She set the paddle on the nearby spanking bench, along with the clamps and focused on the cock ring in her hand. “Jerk your cock for me until it gets hard, pet. Do not come, pet.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he held onto his cock and jerked it until it enlarged to its fullest capacity.
Sydney stretched the silicon ring and then slid it on his cock until it was pressed against his balls. “Is that too tight?”
“It’s perfect, Mistress, thank you.”
She pinched his nipples until they peaked to their ultimate hardness. She sucked on each nipple and bit each one. She pinched his nipples again, and then attached the clamps, tightening each one. She attached a chain between the two clamps and looked into his eyes. “Is that too tight, my pet?”
“No, Mistress. Thank you for doing that, Mistress.”
“Spread your legs for inspection, my pet. About a foot apart,” she lightly ran her fingers over his hard, engorged cock as he spread his legs further apart. “I want you to bend forward, resting your palms on the floor.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he obeyed her command.
She was completely focused on him and found it was so different from when she had Jessica as her sub. She liked that she could have Paxton, and that he was so easily her sub, but also so commanding as the Master of Tim, or his sissy. Something was different about her husband, totally different from what she’s ever seen of him, and she was really enjoying this change.
She walked behind him and lightly ran her hands down his back, she cupped his ass cheeks in her hands, and she kissed each one. She ran her finger down his ass crack and spread his cheeks. “That’s mine,” she whispered.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Only mine, my pet.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Over to the spanking bench, my pet.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he obeyed orders and placed his knees on the kneepad, and rested his torso on the upper pad, letting his cock dangle slightly.
She picked up the paddle off the chair and walked behind him. “Now, you’ve never been spanked before, so make sure you use your safe word if you wish to stop.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Now, I want to hear your moans and groans, but no words unless it’s your safe word. Understand?”
“Understood, Mistress.”
She ran her fingers lightly over his ass cheeks. Swat! Swat! She slapped the paddle against his ass cheeks. Swat! Swat! She continued to slap his ass with the paddle, watching his body quiver and his cock get harder. Swat! Swat! She continued until his ass shined red. She bent over and licked each red-hot ass cheek. She ran her hands down between his legs and grabbed on to his cock. She squeezed and jerked until the cock slightly dripped.
“On your feet, my pet.” She held on to his body as he wobbled slightly.
She led him to the middle of the room. “On your knees, hands behind your back.”
He did as ordered and slowly lowered to his knees. “Yes, Mistress.”
She pinched his nipple clamps tighter and tugged lightly on the chain. “Do you like your nipples like this?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress. I, uh, I never thought I would, but I do. Thank you, Mistress.”
“I’m going to blindfold you now, my pet.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She walked over to the dresser and pulled out the blindfold. She placed it gently over his eyes. “Can you see, my pet?”
“No, Mistress.”
“What is your safe word?”
“Yellow, Mistress.”
“What is your color now?”
“Lavender.”
She walked over to the dresser and pulled out a long, feather. She stood in front of him and lightly ran the feather back and forth along his neck, then down to his shoulder, and then over his nipples, still hard and clamped tightly. She watched as his skin reacted and his nipples grew even more. She ran the feather down his stomach, and it quivering slightly as it tickled him. She ran the feather over his hard, tight cock, still in its ring waiting to explode. She walked around behind him and ran the feather down his back. She then watched as his skin raised its goosebumps, and then she bit down on the flesh of his back.
Paxton moaned at the touch of the feather and then his wife’s biting. His cock was getting harder, feeling as if it was going to explode, while she sent his entire body in a major quiver to where he couldn’t control his shaking. He moaned and groaned, almost begging for more. He couldn’t imagine not seeing but only feeling her touch. His body craved her touch, any touch by her. Knowing she was there, touching him, but not seeing, only feeling, made him crave her touch even more. His thoughts begged her to keep touching him, but his mouth only moaned in light whispers.
He felt her presence in front of him and then her mouth pressing against his, her tongue invading his mouth, dancing and twisting with his tongue. He followed her lead. He was definitely hers and that’s exactly what he wanted to be.
“Close your eyes, my pet, I’m going to remove the blindfold,” she slipp
ed it from his eyes. “Now, slowly open your eyes while they adjust to the light.”
He slowly opened his eyes and they met hers. He smiled and licked his lips. “Thank you, Mistress.”
“For what, my pet?”
“Being blindfolded. That was something amazing. I never felt that way before.”
“Hmm, I’m glad you liked it.” She took his hand. “On your feet.”
He slowly rose to his feet, still shaking and wobbling. “Sorry, Mistress.”
“For what, my pet?”
“I c-c-an’t s-s-seem to c-control my body. I’m s-s-still sh-sh-shaking, M-mistress,” he wept.
She put her arm around him and led him to the four-poster bed in the corner of the room. “Lay down on your back, my pet.”
He pressed his back into the softness of the mattress and watched as Sydney slowly loosened and then removed the nipple clamps. The searing pain from the release slowly lessened as she lightly sucked on each nipple. She placed her hand on the cock ring, and slowly slid it off his hard shaft. “Are you still shaking, my pet?”
“I think I will disappoint you, Mistress,” tears filled his eyes.
“Why?”
“I feel like I have to come. Maybe that is why I’m shaking. I’m sorry, Mistress,” he wiped his eyes.
She reached over to the stand near the bed and grabbed the tube of lubrication. She leaned over his body and kissed his mouth softly, gently licking his lips. “No, you have not disappointed me. I’m going to put you inside me and when you’re ready, you may come.”
“Inside you, Mistress?”
“In my ass, my pet.” She grabbed the lubrication and gently covered his cock. She also squirted some lube on her fingers, reached behind herself, and lubed her asshole. She positioned the opening of her asshole over his cock, and slowly lowered herself. She carefully raised her body up and down over his cock, taking his hand and using his finger to rub her clit. She moved up and down to feel him deep inside her, while gazing down at his face.
“I’m gonna come, Mistress,” he whispered.
“Do it, my pet,” she whispered as she felt his cock pulsate in her ass as he released himself. She slowly pulled herself off his cock, and lay next to him. She rolled his body toward hers, holding him close to her chest. She kissed his forehead and then his mouth. She wiped the tears from his eyes. “Don’t move. Let me hold you until you come down from your high.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered, closing his eyes.
After his body calmed, she released him and went into the washroom. She returned with a basin, and slowly washed his body from head to toe, back to front. She kissed his mouth, “whenever you’re ready, my pet, you can go change. I have to clean up in here.”
“Uh, do you want my help?”
“No, but if you want to tell Magda we’ll be eating soon, that would be great.”
“Oh, about that,” he smiled.
“What about it?”
“I gave her the night off. I’m cooking you dinner tonight.”
“Really?” she smiled.
He kissed her cheek. “Yes, I gave everyone the night off. I’ll meet you in the dining room in half an hour.” He kissed her mouth. “Oh, you’re a very wonderful Mistress.” He left the room.
“I wish it was good enough for you,” she whispered, as she proceeded to clean up the room.
Fifteen
Sydney, dressed in black slacks and a white blouse, walked into the dining room. “What’s all this?” she pointed to the table set with four long stem golden candles, silver trays with covers over the food, and a bottle of wine chilling with two filled wineglasses filled with white wine.
Paxton who was dressed in black trousers, a white shirt and red suspenders, walked over to her and took her hand. “I have something to tell you. I really need to say it.”
“Whatever it is, you can tell me. You know that.”
“Syd, I love you. No, wait, it’s more than that. I mean, I’ve always loved you, my entire life, but I’ve fallen in love with you,” he took a deep breath and held it as he waited for her response.
“PJ, I love you, too. You know that. I’m in love with you. Have been all my life,” she smiled.
“But?” he raised an eyebrow.
“You’re gay. How can you be in love with me?”
He took her hand and kissed the back of it. “I don’t know. I just know that I am. I have been for a while, and until today, I couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when it happened or even admit that it happened.” He led her to the end of the dining room table, and pulled out the chair for her. “I made steak, salad and whipped potatoes.”
“Thank you, it looks delicious. It’s been a while since you’ve cooked,” she smiled. “It’s been a while since either one of us haven’t relied on servants.”
“I know and we should change that. I don’t mean get rid of Magda, but you know, make our own food. Hell, I forgot how much I loved cooking,” he leaned forward and cupped her chin. He lightly pressed his mouth against hers. “Eat up, my love.”
“So, tell me, husband,” she smiled.
“Tell you what?”
“You said until today you couldn’t pin point the moment you fell in love with me.”
“Right,” he took a sip of his wine.
“So, tell me,” she sipped her wine. “My best friend who I’ve known since third grade, who has always been gay, falls in love with his wife of ten years. How does that happen?”
“You’ve loved me, right?”
“Since the moment we met. Since that moment when you sat down at my table and we shared our snacks. Yes, as we got older, I loved you more, even though I knew you were gay and I knew you’d never feel the same way. We can’t always dictate how our heart is going to feel. We can’t even tell ourselves how to feel about someone, we just do. PJ, I love you. That’s why I would do anything for you. Especially now that we’re intimate, a lot.”
“I remember the moment we met. I remember our homecoming dances, our senior prom. I remember I was your first and you were mine, even when we both knew I was gay. Hell, baby, we had sex with each other as each other’s firsts so we knew what it was like.”
“Yes, and it was clumsy and kind of strange, but very sexy and very memorable. But that was when we were 16.”
“All right, my love. I’ll tell you. I was watching you one day. You were in the rose garden, sitting in your lounge chair reading a book. It wasn’t one of the law books you normally have when you’re reading or studying for a case, but it was just an ordinary romance novel. I think it was The Wayward Wind. I watched how you bit your lip, and then, I wanted those teeth to bite me. I watched how you touched your heart, it must’ve been a romantic part of the story, and I wished that you were touching me, because I instantly felt you touch my heart. Deeper than ever. I couldn’t explain what I was feeling. I was aroused by you, but it was my heart that was aroused.”
“I read that book four years ago.”
“You remember that it was four years ago?”
“Yes, because it’s part of a series and that was the first one that came out. You kept this from me for four years?”
“I wasn’t sure what I was feeling. And of course, I was gay. I always thought I was gay because I had sex with men. But I never felt anything for any of the men, except for sexual gratification.”
“Never? You never had feelings, not even for Tim?”
“No. I mean, Tim and I are friends. He’s not just my boss. He’s a friend and that’s why we had lunch earlier.”
“But you have feelings for me?”
“Yes, and I probably should’ve figured it out a long time ago.”
“Well, you know now,” she kissed his cheek. “Let’s eat, my love.”
“Syd, I want us completely be husband and wife. I swear, no other men. Not unless we are playing in our playroom.”
“I promise, too,” she smiled, sipping her wine.
Sydney looked up from her desk as he wa
lked into her office. “I’m sorry. I have to read this file before my meeting with Judge Bishop tomorrow. The appellate court is a big deal.”
“Need help? I’m a lawyer. Not so fancy like my smart wife the judge, but still, I could help.”
“Pull up a chair,” she opened the file wider so he could read it over her shoulder. “There’s a lot of information, and in order to gain his seat on the panel, all my cases I’ve ruled on in the past five years would have to be verified for competence and unbiased rulings.”
“I’m sure you can handle that, right?”
“Yes, but I’d have to undergo a deep investigation,” she sighed.
“You’re worried?”
“Not about me, but you. What if they found out the truth? It’s a deeper background check from the one you had at the public defender’s office and the District attorney’s office.”
“I’m not worried. You think me being outed would screw it up for you?”
“I don’t know. I worry for you, not for me. Some may not care and others will. I don’t think it will, especially with the new laws that support gay and lesbian rights.”
“But I’m not gay anymore.”
“You’re not?”
“Well, I’m your husband, all the way. I’ll stand by you and behind you, no matter what. I never loved a man, only fucked them, or was fucked by them. It will only ever happen in the playroom under our new rules. I remember our rule, no intercourse for you and them, or me and them. I won’t ever cheat on you.”
“I won’t cheat on you, ever,” she smiled. “I don’t want this to hurt you.”
“Do you want this appointment or do you want to stay where you are?”
“To be honest, I never thought about being on the appellate court until much later in my career. Bishop didn’t get appointed until he was 45 and now, he’s almost 70. I’m honored, but if I have to wait, I will.”
“There’s something else, isn’t there?”
“I just don’t know if someone will find out about our playroom.”
“This is why we hide things,” he said. “I don’t know why just because we work for the public, they think they need to know about our entire life.”