“Suuu-weet!” Pulling off the towel and folding it on the rack in the bathroom, which alone almost caused her to weep with joy, Len then ran around the room naked, picking up clothes and depositing them in piles, some in the hamper and others on the bed.
She eyed the pile on the bed. “What’s this one for?”
“Those aren’t dirty. I need to either hang them up or throw them in the dryer to get out some wrinkles.”
“And you’re going to do that right now, correct?”
“Slave driver.”
A little while later, Cissy cuffed Len again and spent a long time teasing him with her lips, tongue and teeth before finally swallowing his cock to the root. His back bowed and he bit his lip, most likely to hold in the swear word fighting to break free. He was trying, and she was proud of him. When he began to thrash again, she stopped, coming to a quick decision.
“I’m going to tie your legs down too.”
She didn’t need to see his eyes behind the blindfold to know they were wide as saucers. “What? Why?”
“Because if I hadn’t moved so quickly you would’ve just clocked me in the head.”
She grabbed two of her long scarves and tied each of his ankles to a corner of the bedframe. Her husband was now spread like her personal buffet, and she found herself licking her lips. Even though he’d initially reacted negatively to the idea of being completely tied down, the pre-cum leaking freely from the head of his cock told her he was enjoying the experience.
Leaning down, she sucked it into her mouth again and he threw his head back, rattling the cuffs and banging the headboard against the wall. His jaw was tight and she knew he must be trying hard to keep his mouth shut, afraid if he swore she’d stop. Cissy wasn’t that cruel, but he didn’t need to know that.
Len spoke through clenched teeth. “Please, baby, make me come.” She tightened around him and bobbed her head, taking him all the way inside. He cried out and she worked her tongue over the bulbous head, flicking it to catch more pre-cum. “So. Good.”
Cissy continued to work him, until with a roar that seemed to come from deep within him, Len came and she swallowed everything he gave her. Still spread out by his restraints, his body slackened and he gave a contented sigh. She took the opportunity to admire her husband—his long, lean body slick with sweat.
There was no doubt she loved this man. He was the only man she’d ever loved, in fact. There were so many good things about him, and she hoped he would recognize how much his recent behavior had hurt her and their marriage. Much of it came down to common courtesy—something he could fix if he paid attention to detail.
She untied him and went to take a shower. Stepping underneath the hot spray, Cissy let the pounding water soothe her sore muscles. Prowling over her husband was certainly fun, but it did result in some twinges in her injured neck. Never in a million years would she complain though.
Cissy jumped when the shower door opened and Len stepped inside. She couldn’t recall the last time they’d showered together. He looked at her and she saw uncertainty in his eyes. Did her husband think she would reject him? A pang of profound sadness hit her like a bullet to the chest.
“Is this okay?”
“Of course, honey.”
“I can wash your back.”
Giggling, she handed him her body wash. “Is that code?”
He waggled his eyebrows. “Maybe. Turn around or I’ll wash your front, not that it would be a hardship.”
She pivoted and Len ran his soapy hands up and down her back, occasionally reaching around to her belly or her breasts. Sticking his hands under the spray, he then directed her under it and after she was rinsed grabbed one of her legs, propping it up on the small shower seat. He dropped to his knees and she watched him, mute.
Len’s tongue speared into her folds and her hands flew out to the sides, gripping the wet tiles as best she could as he used his wicked tongue to slowly drive her crazy the way she’d been craving for years. Cissy wanted to watch the show, but it was too much effort, so she closed her eyes, leaning her head back on the wall of the shower. Len continued his ministrations, adding a finger and then two inside her, curling them until he found the small bundle of nerves that made her breath quicken.
“Come for me.”
Her pussy clenched at his tone, but she knew she wasn’t close enough yet. Whimpering, she pushed closer to his face. Len licked and sucked her, but still it wasn’t quite enough. He removed his face from between her legs and she had to stifle a scream of frustration.
“Why’d you stop?”
“Hang on.” Rising, Len left the shower, returning shortly with her vibrator. She was sure he’d left a dripping trail all the way to her nightstand, but couldn’t bring herself to care as he turned the device on and used it on her clit in conjunction with his tongue and fingers in her pussy. Soon Cissy was writhing, panting out a release as stars formed in front of her eyes. When she’d come back to earth, she opened her eyes to Len’s rueful grin. “I figured if your vibrator was what’s been giving you orgasms I could use it to help. Next time I’ll do better and we won’t need that thing, but that will require some time and communication.” Pulling her to him, he then moved them both back until she bumped up against the tiles behind her. “I wanna fuck you.”
“Here?”
“Let’s get out. I’m not as young as I used to be and my knees are killing me.”
Cissy chuckled. “I hear you on that.”
They got out and dried off in record time. Cissy slid onto the bed on her back, but Len rolled her over. Spreading her, he pushed inside quickly and immediately began to thrust. She wasn’t feeling the high from before, and debated whether or not to tell him, but when he grabbed her hips and pushed even farther inside before freezing and coming, it wasn’t worth it. He withdrew and went back to the bathroom, and Cissy sat up to braid her still-wet hair. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. She’d hoped Len would be a more caring lover, and in some ways he was, but that coupling had been anything but caring. That had been him getting off, just like he had before she’d tried this control stuff. Maybe she wasn’t getting as far as she’d thought or hoped.
Stifling tears, she curled up in bed and pulled the covers over her, feigning sleep when Len came back to the bedroom. This one step forward, two steps back pattern was killing her.
* * * * *
Len was driving to work the next morning and couldn’t shake a vague feeling of unease. He and Cissy had ended up having a great evening, but he couldn’t help but feel as if he was missing something important.
He thought back to how she’d tied down both his hands and his feet, and his cock twitched inside his khakis. Len had never considered that he’d like to have his wife dominate him in bed, but he did. In fact, he now craved it. What did that say about him? Weren’t men supposed to be the dominant ones? If his friends found out he liked having Cissy restrain him during sex, would they think he was less of a man?
The feeling lasted through the morning, and when he went out to lunch with his buddies, he tried to picture what they’d say, how they’d react if he told them his wife was taking charge during sex. Besides last night in the shower, everything that had happened sexually between the two of them in the past couple of weeks had been controlled completely by Cissy.
While they were waiting for their food, one of his friends told a story about a porno film he’d watched the night before. Apparently the woman had been getting gang-banged, and though Len thought it sounded hot, he found his mind wandering back to his own problems. He perked up, though, when the guy mentioned they’d also taken turns spanking her. What would that be like? He began to imagine the scenario, but found himself as the one being bent over, his pants around his ankles as a bunch of women went to town on his ass. Shaking his head, he tried to clear it.
What the fuck? I don’t want that.
His dick jumped.
Or maybe you do, the treacherous little beast taunted.
Shifting in his chair
, Len tried to discreetly adjust himself as his friend continued to talk, describing how the woman’s ass had gotten redder and redder as the men had taken their turns with her, using both their belts and their cocks to drive her wild. His traitorous cock wasn’t cooperating, though, and all he could think about was Cissy standing over him with a belt just like the one his friend said the guys were using in the video.
His ass, still firmly planted in the chair at the café, tingled.
Shit. Dammit. Fuck. What the hell is going on here?
There was no way he could stand up or walk right now. Len tried to think unsexy thoughts, but his prick staunchly refused to calm down. Luckily he was able to get back to the office seemingly without any of his officemates seeing his erection, and went directly to a seldom-used bathroom on an empty floor in his building.
Closing the door firmly behind him, he went into a stall and locked it. It took far too long to free his raging hard-on, but with a sigh his zipper finally slackened. Shutting his eyes, he gave in to his fantasy.
Cissy was wearing one of those corsets he liked so much, along with a short skirt and high heels, and she looked sexy as hell. But she wasn’t happy. She’d used their cuffs to restrain his hands behind his back, and now he knelt before her while she yelled at him about his swearing and a bunch of other stuff. Then, after forcing him to stand, she undid his belt buckle, tossed the belt aside and opened his pants, pulling them and his boxers to his knees.
His cock was already starting to leak, and he let his pants drop farther before tucking his dress shirt under his chin.
She turned him around and made him bend over the end of their bed, his face in the floral comforter and his shoulders straining from his wrists being held behind his back. He felt something cool touch his ass and a few seconds later pain exploded through it as Cissy gave him the first stroke with his own belt. Things began to blur as she used all her strength to make that wide, supple belt bite into his defenseless ass cheeks again and again.
Len’s hand blurred too, stroking his dick faster and faster.
All Len could feel was pain, though a strange sense of peace was mixed in. Most of all he was regretting letting Cissy down. His ass seemed to double in size as Cissy laid on stroke after stroke with the evil piece of leather. Finally he cried out and she stopped, telling him he’d get the same thing again the next time she heard him swear or he broke another rule. He promised to be a good boy and she left him there, his bright-red ass on display as he lay on the bed. The pain was absolute, but in an odd way, he loved it. It meant Cissy cared and he was forgiven.
He bit his lip to the point of blood. Len’s eyes flew open and he came all over his hand, the floor, and even hit the stall wall in front of him. He saw stars and his knees buckled, but luckily he was able to hold himself up with one hand and the help of the other stall wall behind him.
He was panting as if he’d just finished a triathlon and as he drew his cum-covered hand away from his spent cock, it was shaking. Len closed his eyes again as shame set in. Why the fuck did that fantasy turn him on so much? Then the guilt got worse as he realized he’d just sworn inside his own head, had done one of the very things that had gotten him punished in his fantasy. Half expecting Cissy to barge in with that infernal belt, he listened for a moment but heard nothing.
Finally he was able to grab a bunch of toilet paper and clean himself off. When he realized small drops of cum dotted his pants and even his shoes, he groaned and did the best he could with those. Luckily his suit jacket was in his office. Even though he detested wearing suits and it would be hotter than hell in the office with the jacket on, Len didn’t have much of a choice if he couldn’t get the cum out of his clothes.
With still-shaking hands, Len exited the stall, grabbed paper towels and watered them down before wiping off the floor and the wall of the stall. He washed his hands and straightened all his clothing. No one who saw him would know he’d just come like a fucking rocket to the thought of his wife belting his bare ass. He hoped.
Len went back to work, but his mind continued to swirl. Later that night, Cissy had gone to her friend’s house, and Len decided to do some research into this spanking thing—see if there were other men who were turned-on by the thought of a woman spanking them bright red.
As he was typing a URL into the address window, several other addresses popped up to autofill the entry. Curious, he clicked on the first one and found it was a website devoted to dominant wives. Again his cock stirred, but before he could lose himself in that site, he looked at the others and found similar things, plus a website about men taking their women in hand. It appeared Cissy had been doing some research on her own. He continued to explore and one website in particular caught his eye. On it, women talked about exactly how to control a man, and Len noticed some of the things Cissy had been doing lately were outlined there.
The men being controlled each had a journal of sorts online where they talked about their experiences, and included in those journals were pictures of their asses after punishments. He swallowed thickly as he saw pictures with obvious belt marks, some sort of raised welts and all manner of other things. Those punishments must’ve been really painful and he felt sorry for the guys who’d had to endure them. But then he started reading their journals. None of them felt sorry for themselves. Their wives had made rules, and when they broke those rules their wives punished them. It seemed so simple.
But he had so many questions. Why were the wives the only ones allowed to make the rules? What happened if one of them broke a rule? And why did the husbands agree to ceding control to their wives? And he’d seen that FLR website. None of the men there were submissive to their wives—it was exactly the opposite. He was so confused. One thing couldn’t be denied though. The more he read, the more turned-on he got.
Jumping up, he closed the laptop and went to The List. He needed to come like he needed his next breath and Cissy would be home soon. What chore could he complete to get a reward?
As he was finishing up with mopping the kitchen floor after having wiped down all the cabinetry, Cissy walked in and raised a brow. He couldn’t help the sheepish grin, but Cissy just laughed and tiptoed across the room in her bare feet so as not to disturb his mopping. A few minutes later Len found her in the bedroom waiting for him. She put him on his back on the bed and tugged his shorts and boxers off, throwing them in the hamper and then returning to him.
“Do you want me to cuff you?”
Fuck yes.
“No.”
“Okay.”
Len blew out a loud breath. Honesty, dude. Man up. “Yes, tie me up.”
After restraining him, she first licked his dick like a lollipop for long moments, and he was about to complain how she was teasing him when she swallowed him whole and he nearly swallowed his tongue.
He barely held in a “fuuuuck” and instead let out a groan as her lips closed around his cock head. Everything he’d been thinking about and all the stuff he’d seen online came rushing back and despite his earlier orgasm he came quickly, bowing off the bed and trying to force his dick farther into Cissy’s mouth. It was only a little after nine p.m. when they finished, but he was asleep within seconds, still half dressed.
* * * * *
The next morning, he woke refreshed and rolled on top of his still-sleeping wife. During the night she’d shed her clothes, as she tended to get hot as the night went on, and he nuzzled into her breasts. Reaching between them, he gently guided his morning wood into her pussy and she stirred, her eyes fluttering open.
He smirked at her surprised expression. “Good morning.”
“Morning. Feeling horny?”
“Yep. And look, there’s a nice, warm female right on the other side of my bed.”
“How convenient for you.”
“I thought so.” He began to thrust slowly, letting her natural lubrication ease his way. As he continued to thrust, though, and she counteracted his actions, he didn’t feel that familiar stirring in th
e small of his back. Usually it was easy for him to come early in the morning. Was it because of the two orgasms he’d had yesterday? He tried not to panic as he moved faster and harder in and out of Cissy’s tight sheath.
Len glanced at the clock. They’d now been going at it for almost ten minutes and would be late for work if he didn’t get a move on. His cock was still hard, but he wasn’t even close to an orgasm. What the fuck was going on?
Cissy threw him a strange look and he knew his frustration must be showing. Why couldn’t he come? Cissy felt good. What was wrong?
With a sigh, he pulled out. What could he say to her when he didn’t have any idea what was happening?
“We’re running out of time. Why don’t we try this again later?” Avoiding her eyes, he turned and headed for the bathroom.
“O-okay…”
Len felt horrible. He’d never walked away in the middle of sex before. And Cissy hadn’t come again. No wonder she was pissed off at him. He knew she had a vibrator, but part of his job as a husband was seeing to his wife’s needs, and it was becoming increasingly obvious he wasn’t doing that.
After taking a quick shower he grabbed a granola bar and was out of the house before Cissy had even come out of the bathroom from her own shower. He just couldn’t face her, feeling like such a fucking failure as a man and a husband.
On the way to work, Len turned the incident over and over in his mind. What was different about this time versus all the other times he’d had sex with Cissy?
Len swerved, nearly taking out a parked car when the answer came to him. He’d been in control, much like most of their other sexual encounters before the past couple of weeks, and that was the problem. What the fuck? Did it really mean that much to give up control to Cissy? Wasn’t he the man, the one who was supposed to fuck the woman?
Chapter Four
Len slogged through work that day, weighed down by that morning’s events. As five o’clock approached he sent a text to Cissy that he was going out for drinks with some clients and not to expect him until later. He knew it was cowardly, but he just couldn’t face her right now.
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