Will came home from work slightly early one Friday. As he pulled into his driveway, he tightened up his tie and re-buttoned the top button of his business-casual dress T-shirt. He steped out of the car, steped up the front steps, paused, and opened his front door.
His wife, Sandra, was frantically vacuuming the living room rug. The first thing that caught Will's eye was her black high heels. His eye trailed up her shapely leg to her short, tight pleather skirt, through which he could see the faint outline of her plastic chastity belt. She was wearing a red leather corset which he had picked out for her this morning, and her long red hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. Around her porcelain neck was a tight leather collar with a metal ring in the front. As Will opened the door, Sandra looked up, eyes wide, like a deer in headlights. As he said her name, she shut off the vaccuum.
There was a scolding tone in his voice. "Sandra," he said.
"I'm sorry, Sir!" she said, walking quickly up to the door. She kissed him on the lips and took his briefcase.
"You know the rules," he replied. "You are supposed to be waiting at the door for me when I come in," he paused, her head lowered. "That's one check already," he said.
Head still lowered, Sandra replied, "I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't hear you pull in. You're home early today."
He smiled at her and kissed her back. "Well, it's Friday and I decided to cut out early. I know it's your day off, and I wanted to make sure you used that time to do all the things I asked you to."
"I did, Sir!" she said, smiling.
"We'll see about that," he responded, smirking slightly.
The two of them sat down and had tea and made small talk. Will sensed that Sandra was nervous, and wanted to drag it out as long as possible, building up tension. He had asked her to clean the house from top to bottom, and soon he would go 'inspect' it. Every failure on her part would result in a checkmark. Every checkmark would result in a worse punishment for her tonight.
Will and Sandra had been married for about a year. Will was 26, and worked at a small up-and-coming web company that had afforded him a good degree of affluence. Sandra was a high school teacher right out of grad-school. She was 24, but was a small girl with a very cute face. She looked barely 21. On her first day of teaching, people mistook her for a student.
Sandra loved kids and had a very innocent way about her. Despite having an intense BDSM relationship with her husband, she came from a very conservative household, and felt very embarassed when she was forced to do dirty things. She barely ever said curse words, and couldn't bring herself to say unladylike words like "fuck" or "cock". She was one of those girls that blushed and looked away when exposed to pornography, used cute euphanisms for sex like "Making whoopie", and never, in the world, would ever audibly fart. But the seemingly clear waters betrayed her depth - Sandra had intense sexual fantasies that she could never bring herself to actually tell anyone, but Will was slowly learning...
"It's time to Inspect," he said, putting his tea-cup down on the table with a resolute clunk.
"Yes Sir," Sandra said, rising from the short stool on her side of the table.
Will wandered through the house, Sandra followed nearby with her hands behind her back. First, Will checked the bathrooms, looking to make sure the toilet had been scrubbed, the sink cleaned, and the floor mopped. Stepping into the shower, he looked at the tiles.
"Here," he said, pulling out his metal pointer. He extented it and pointed at a section of tile at his eye level, about nine inches above Sandra's eye level. There was some brown mildew between two tiles. Sandra appologized and Will replied sternly, "That's another check."
The kitchen was clean, and the cat was fed. The living room looked fine, except for that Sandra didn't have time to vaccuum under the couches. She bit her lip and scrunched up her nose as Will tipped the couch back, noting the dust. "Three checks."
She had also forgotten to water the plants.
"Four checks."
There was still a load of laundry in the dryer.
"That makes five," Will said. Sandra's brow furrowed in worry. "A new record."
Entering their bedroom, one of the pillows was on the floor next to the bed. Sandra had put it down there while changing the sheets, and had intentionally "forgotten" to put it back. She hadn't counted on getting five other checks though...
"I'm dissapointed, Sandra. After the last time you got five checks, I thought you said you had learned your lesson. Now you have six checks. I can see I'm going to have to teach you that lesson all over again. This time, I'm going to make it stick."
"Yes Sir," she said quietly.
"I know you're not going to like it, but it's something we have to do."
"Yes Sir," Sandra said again. It felt like she was a little girl again, sitting in the waiting room of the doctor's office before getting a big shot. The only difference was that deep down, she was looking forward to it.
-------------Chapter Two------------------
Dinner was pasta, served with a homemade red sauce. Sandra was sweating from nervousness, anxious about the punishment she would receive that night. Will was drawing it out, making her wait.
After she had done the dishes, they watched a movie together. Will had selected "The Secretary", which was a favorite of theirs. Will sat in an armchair while she sat at his feet. Occasionally, he's reach down and stroke her hair, but didn't give her any attention other than that. If she tried to nuzzle his arm, or turn away from the movie to talk to him, he'd turn her head back to the movie and push her away. She wanted him so badly...
Sandra wore a plastic chastity belt, a smooth metal bikini. There was a screen in the bottom that she could pee out of, but she'd need it removed if she wanted to do anything else. She had to go to the bathroom pretty badly, but endured it because she knew her Master would be angry if she interrupted during the movie. There was a lock on the side which Will held the key to. When Will was away and she was home alone, she wanted desperately to masturbate, but was unable to touch herself. Instead she lay on her bed or in the bathtub, visualizing all the horrible things she wanted him to do to her, and all the nasty things she wanted to do to him to return the favor. Right now, that chastity belt seemed especially tight and steamy.
The credits of the movie were rolling, and Sandra started to stand up. Will pushed her down by the shoulders and kept her sitting on the floor at his feet. They watched the credits together as Sandra's heart sped up, pounding hard in her chest. She was equally scared and turned on. Her dirty imagination was running on a treadmill in her head, running faster and faster but not escaping, taking her breath away.
Finally, Will leaned forward. Sandra stayed still, facing the television. She felt his breath on the back of her neck, causing her flesh to ripple into goosebumps. Keeping her eyes forward, she felt one of his fingertips trace from the top of her leather corset up her collarbone, to her neck, to her collar. Will took something out of his pocket and reached around in front. It was a dog leash, which he attached to the metal ring on the front of her collar. Sandra swallowed quietly.
Will stood up, stepped away from Sandra, and gave a short jerk on the leash, motivating her to come towards him. She began to stand up, but was met with a stern "No," from her master. She crawled on all-fours towards him, and then sat at his feet. Smiling slightly he led her around the house like this, then eventually, upstairs to the bedroom. She crawled behind him up the stairs, eyeing his delicious ass, feeling humiliated by being treated like a dog, but still dripping wet with sexual energy.
Their bedroom was large, lavish, painted with a tasteful blue. It was elegant, lit dimly by a lamp next to a huge four-post bed. In the corner, there was an antique writing chair - a wooden chair with a writing board in front, like one you'd find in an old one-room schoolhouse.
Will led her into the room and ordered her to "Stay." She kneeled in the center of the room, next to the bed, as Will sat down in the old chair. "Stand up," he said, and she complied. "Strip," he commanded.
They had been married for a year, but Sandra still felt embarassed when she had to take her clothes off in front of him. In the rare weeks when they hung-up the dominant-submissive roles, she preferred to make love with the lights out. Despite being a gorgeous girl with beautiful B-cup breasts and a shapely figure, she was always very aware of her body, and generally dressed very conservatively. Working at a high school, being eyed by adolescents with raging hormones, had made her painfully aware of how men would stare at her if given the opportunity. As a result, her work attire was almost Victorian in coverage and conservatism.
Sandra would never leave the house wearing what she was wearing now. Even in the comfort of her own bedroom, she felt self-conscious. She stood there, paralyzed, afraid to move.
"Strip," Will repeated. Sandra blushed. There was a long silence as Will stared at her. "Strip or I will add another check mark," he added. Biting her lip, Sandra began to untie the tight corset. Slowly, she peeled it off, lifting it up over her head. Her perky breasts sported hard, pink nipples. She exhaled, finally having escaped from the stiff metal bones inside the corset. Her slender hands unzipped the back of the pleather skirt and she let it fall to the ground. She stepped out of it, leaving her high-heels behind. Underneath the skirt she wore that damn chastity-belt, like plastic underwear, which she was very thankful for at the moment.
Will stood up and stepped next to her, producing a key from his pocket. He freed the lock on the side of the belt, and took it off her. Her breath sped up again as Will put it on the ground near her clothes. All she was wearing now was the collar, with the leash still attached to it.
