"Come on Rick. Would you please give it a try for me?" Kim pleaded.
"No Kim. I don't want to talk about it anymore. Is it so hard to believe that I don't want to hurt you?" He said firmly.
"You wouldn't have to hurt me, hon... unless I was bad, of course." She said grinning.
"Don't lie to me, Kim. I read those stories you sent me from that site. Those men abused those poor women. How can that possibly turn you on?" He said, slightly angry.
"You can't tell me that those stories didn't turn you on even the slightest bit. Not to mention you have given me some pretty good spankings in the past. You even used the hairbrush a couple of times." She said.
"Yes, fine, I admit they turned me on but I would've had to been dead for them not to. They were hot, but even having said that, I could never beat you with a strap or even a crop. A good spanking now and again is one thing but the other is just plain abuse." He said, trying to reason with her.
Kim looked at him pleadingly. "Maybe you didn't understand the reason I sent those to you. It isn't the physical violence that turns me on so much as the complete submission to you. I mean you don't have to discipline me harshly, just be firm and demand obedience."
She paused. "Ok, let's say, for instance, that you send me an email in the morning from my master saying that tonight he would be on the train that pulls in at 6:55 and he wants me there to pick him up on time wearing nothing but my coat. I arrive there fully dressed because I didn't have time to go home and change. I have failed to play the game, which started the moment you sent the email, therefore I must be taught a lesson.
"Now that lesson could be as simple you taking me home, scolding me and turning me over your knee for a spanking. It is all about you having power over that which you own. The rest of the dominance play could be you giving orders, using my body for your pleasure and expecting complete subservience. Whatever you're comfortable with. It is much like training a dog. You give it orders, and expect it to follow, rewarding and punishing it as you see fit. In that respect it is much like the stories minus the hard core S&M."
She sat quietly, watching him over the table waiting patiently for his response. She could see that his mind was working overtime as the varying expressions played over his beautiful face. She thought it was so sexy when he was thinking so hard.
"So you're saying that all I would have to do is let you know that the game was on for a particular night, day or even weekend, give you instructions if there was any specific prep I wanted and then you would willingly be my slave, surrendering all dominance to me?" He questioned.
She could see that he was becoming aroused by the thought. His breathing changed and he began to fidget slightly. The average person wouldn't have noticed but she had been married to him for over five years. She had long clued in on the signs that she was getting some.
"That is exactly what I am saying. I would do or not do anything you requested of me. Let me give you a couple of examples. We get home, and you order me to strip down and wait for you in the bedroom on the bed, in doggie style or whatever. I would go there with maybe a simple, 'Yes my master' and then when/if you felt ready to come to the bedroom I would be waiting exactly as you requested.
"Or lets say, you ordered me to give you head and you decided you wanted to cum in my mouth, you would simply order me to suck you until you came or not let me stop until your goal was attained never telling me anything but to suck you, after which point you could either service me, leave me wanting or tell me to bring myself, as it pleased you. You could even demand that I not cum until you tell me I can and then punish me if I fail you. It is completely your call. You are the master and you would own me just like a pet."
"Wow! What a power trip! I could definitely get into that." He said excitedly.
"I didn't see how you couldn't. You just have to remember that you are not my husband and I am not your wife. I am slave to your master and you have to be firm and unrelenting, much like you would a dog or small child. Subs live to serve and pleasure is derived only from giving their master pleasure and not disappointing them. Anything is a possibility when you are master, no fantasy denied, within limits. You are in complete control of your property."
She couldn't believe he was actually considering this. She had been proposing this since they met nearly a decade ago. She had dreamed of being his slave, fantasized about it, but never dreamed it possible. Her pussy became wet with just the thought that she might actually get her wish, but she had to be patient and not push too hard. She had an idea.
"How about this. I can tell you're at least curious about this, so why don't you try your hand at being my master? It would only last until midnight. That's only four hours from now. You could stop the game at any time if you became uncomfortable or turned off. What do you think?" She squirmed as she posed the challenge to him, grinding her swollen cunt into the hard wooden chair.
"I could stop it at anytime and you wouldn't bring it up again?" He said hesitantly as if she might bite.
"Absolutely. Just the fact that you are willing to try this for me would be enough. I would forever lock this fantasy away, only reading about it online." She promised sincerely.
"Alright. I will give it a try." He conceded.
She jumped off the chair squealing happily, throwing her arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the cheek.
"You are going to love this. I promise." She was as happy as a schoolgirl.
"Ok. If we're going to do this, why don't you go into the bedroom and freshen up. It is 7:15 now; we'll start the game promptly at 8:00. Don't come out of the bedroom until I call you, ok. In the meantime, I really need to get my head around this. It will be hard not being your husband but instead your master, your owner. Now go on, I need be alone for a bit." He said firmly. She didn't think it was going to be as hard on him as he thought.
"Of course, master." She said softly as she headed up the stairs to the bedroom.
"Master. I could get used to this." He said smiling to himself sitting down on the couch. He reached for his laptop to re-read the story she sent him. He needed to be sure he knew how to play the role.
***
She closed the bedroom door, leaning against it. She had so much to do to make this perfect for him and not much time to do it. First things first, she needed a shower. Short of shaving her legs and underarms she didn't do anything special as far as prep since she didn't really know what he would expect of her.
After showering she quickly dried her hair and French braided it. Her hair was so long, almost to her butt.
Maybe it was time for a trim
, she thought absently tying it off at the bottom with one of the leather thongs she got at Faire.
She wasn't sure if she should apply makeup since she never wore it normally, so she decided on just lipstick. She had a tube of red somewhere around here. While looking for the lipstick she came across her box of bondage stuff.
These might come in handy. Jeeze, how did they get so dusty in a sealed box?
– she thought to herself while wiping the dust off with her towel.
Once cleaned, she laid out the restraints and whip on the dresser should he want to use them. In it she also found her spiked collar.
Perfect
, she thought snapping it around her neck;
He always did like it when I wore this to bed.
She was almost ready. Now where was that lipstick? She eventually found it behind the dresser. The outside of the tube was dusty but inside it was intact. She would apply this once she was dressed. For tonight, she chose the black lace teddy with matching g-string he had bought her for Christmas last year.
"Kim, come down here, please." She heard him yell up the stairs.
