A Saturday in September

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."