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"Tonight I want you kneeling by the door when I come home, wearing nothing but an apron. You are to be shaved clean including your chest, armpits, your balls and your ass."
It was early Thursday afternoon when Eric finished his daily writing, and was about to get busy with dinner, when he got this text message from Elisabeth. This was something new, she never texted him with instructions before, but with recent developments, he wasn't all that much surprised.
Past couple of weeks was a very sexy time for both of them. Eric took to his role as stay at home husband with newfound purpose and enthusiasm, while Betty has never felt more in the right place as the master of their household. She provided the money and direction, he took care of cooking their meals, cleaning their house, washing their clothes, buying groceries and all other mundane tasks required to keep the house in order. Eric also polished her boots and shoes - which he found deeply erotic. Elisabeth's growing collection of sexy boots and high heeled shoes demanded attention, and Eric found the activity arousing, feeling especially submissive when he worked to shine her boots at home, while she lead the board meetings or whatever she did when she was at work. He wanted Elisabeth to look her best in her shoes, wanted her to feel satisfied with his work, to watch her face smile with approval when she put them on.
They were both constantly aroused, Eric was hard almost all day, from the moment he kissed her goodbye in the morning, watching her get in her car and drive off, to the time Elisabeth got back home, throwing her coat away and demanding him to go down on her, or massage her feet. He became more adapt at that quickly, most probably due to the fact he serviced her daily, often several times a day even, with small breaks during her period. They had sex almost every night, it was as if they were on their honeymoon again. In past years of their marriage they made love once or twice a week at most, now they fucked every time they were together at home.
Elisabeth was insatiable, she had orgasms from his oral attentions at dinner time after work, and then again when they went to bed. Eric was happy to oblige, with this new arrangement he felt like a teenager -as if almost all he could think of now was associated with sex and his wife. He loved how she issued orders for him before she went out, set tasks to do for the day, arrogantly directed him when he was eating her pussy or rubbing her feet, how vocal she was when he fucked her, uninhibited in her femininity now - confident and direct. The constant threat of severe beating if he'd let her down made him only more eager to satisfy her to the best of his ability.
Elisabeth was able to separate her thoughts of sex with her goals at work. The sight of Eric meekly following her to the door to say his goodbyes, the thought of him staying at home for her always aroused her, giving her a pleasant start of the day. This kind of control also made her more focused on her tasks when she was at the office. She knew her homely needs were taken care of, that her husband was there to attend to those details while she could set her mind on more important things. When she was driving home however, the mere thought of him was scrubbing the floors or polishing her boots while she was at work made her pussy wet. She felt powerful the moment he greeted her at the door, one look at him made her want to grab him by the neck and take him to bed. His handsome face, his narrow waist, his delicious ass that just begged to be grabbed and fondled. And most importantly his fearful look - she definitely intimidated him after that whipping. She felt primal, powerful, in full control and that made her hot the very moment she stepped through the door. When she was at home, she was horny all the time. She wanted to feel Eric's hands on her, his tongue on her sex, his dick inside her pussy. All the time she was either having sex or planned sexual activities, often searching the internet for new ideas and inspiration with Eric kneeling between her legs.
It was a time of bliss for both of them.
"I want you kneeling by the door when I come in..." Eric read those words for the tenth time wondering what was in store for him. He felt a familiar tug of nervousness in his stomach when the time of Elisabeth's arrival from work came near. He managed to remove all hair from his upper body just as she demanded, but that made him late with dinner preparations. Eric has always greeted his wife with warm meal and a glass of wine, which set her in a good mood for the rest of the evening. Now however her text message started a whole new game and Eric wasn't sure what to think of it. Did he do something to upset her in the morning? Or was it someone at work? Was she even in a bad mood? Maybe it was the opposite - she was in a mood to play and decided to take their game to a new level?
When he recognized the sound of her powerful car engine coming close, he knelt just as ordered -naked and wearing only his cooking apron. He heard a familiar sound of her footsteps, the door opened and Elisabeth walked confidently inside.
"Hello Eric, my dear, obedient husband." Eric watched Betty take off her coat and walk over to his kneeling form. Today she wore a white buttoned shirt with black leather pants and high heel pumps. She also had her favorite black leather gloves on. Down on his knees Eric was silent, like it would be inappropriate to speak before Betty unveils her game tonight.
"It's so nice to see you after a hard day at the office. I'm also pleased to see you followed my instructions." She walked over to him and put her hand on his head possessively.
"Eyes down. Don't look me in the eyes unless I tell you to." Eric lowered his gaze to her feet, admiring her elegant pumps and trousers. Elisabeth circled around him, watching his naked back and buttocks. He looked adorable in his apron. She barely restrained herself to touch all over his naked body. She promised herself to eat this cookie slowly tonight, to prolong their pleasure for as long as possible. She stood directly above him.
"I had a stressful day at work, and I just know what'll help me unwind tonight." She took his chin in her gloved hand and tilted his head upwards, so he could look at her face. "You will be my slave tonight. You will pamper me, spoil me and do my every bidding without hesitation. The words I'll be hearing most often from your mouth tonight will be: Yes Master." Elisabeth couldn't contain her smile when she said that.
"Are you game? Why am I even asking this, you're always game, you kinky boy! This is gonna be so hot. Are you hard now, under that apron?"
"Yes Master." Eric smiled and lifted his apron to show her. He was hard the moment she walked over to him. And the way she behaved made him suspect he would stay hard for the rest of the evening.
"Good boy." These words made his cock twitch. "Now to properly greet your wife when she comes back home, kiss my ass." She turned her back to show him how tightly her leather pants hugged her hips and buttocks.
"Put your hands on my hips and bring your face against my butt." Eric's hands slightly trembled from excitement, the cool sleek leather of her trousers felt great when he touched her. He inhaled the intoxicating scent of leather, and placed soft kisses on her left and then on her right buttock.
"That's it. Pay respects to your hard working wife." Elisabeth felt so sexy with Eric kissing her buttocks. She knew she had a great ass but having his mouth on it was elevating. She knew Eric was mad with desire for her, and his touch, his eagerness and devotion made her feel like the most desired woman in the world, like a goddess to be worshipped. She turned around and looked at him. She knew of his leather fetish and didn't mind it. In fact she felt that tight fitting leather pants highlighted her gorgeous legs and hips, and the admiration she saw in men's eyes when she wore them made her feel powerful, like a warrior in leather armor, untouchable and dangerous.
"Now put your face between my legs and take a breath. Smell my leather clad legs, feel the hard leather encasing my pussy. That's it, you love it. I know you've always had. God, I love seeing you like this, kneeling with your face against my clit. You're so fucking sexy, my slave." She took his face in her hands and caressed it, forcefully squeezing his jaw, his cheeks, his neck.
"I'll fuck your brains out tonight," she almost growled seductively. "But now it's not the time. Now, you'll serve me my dinner." With that she pushed his head away and walked to the kitchen.
