Vicki was a bit unhappy with her husband. Of late, Tom had been rather, well, unsatisfactory. She decided to take steps, and hopefully teach him the lesson that she was not to be taken for granted. She made a couple of online orders, and after they arrived, dropped by the post office and mailed what would be an important package for her spouse. It was Friday. Tonight, class would be in session.
He got off work and stopped at the corner mart for a gallon of milk and some beer, pulled into the driveway, completely unprepared for the vision that waited in the living room. His wife was relaxing on the couch, wearing an outfit that pushed all of his buttons. She was wearing a new red corset, an under-bust that presented her breasts magnificently. Under that was a sheer black bodystocking that caressed her tits. She had red stockings layered over the black nylon, and tall, spiky heels. Her makeup was exquisite, and her expression left no doubt as to her role as Domme for the evening.
"Wow, Vicki, you look amazing!" he said. She smiled and answered, "I'm glad you think so." Now, get me a gin & tonic before you take a shower. His eyebrows raised, but he decided to play along. As Vicki took the drink from his hand, she slapped his other hand away from her legs. "None of that! Now, get into the shower...and while you're at it, shave your dick!"
He looked aback. "But," he started. "Shut up, my little boy, or you won't be happy! Shave it hairless, understand?" He nodded and headed to the shower.
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Tom's face was already flushed when he reached the bathroom. He and his wife had tried a bit of BDSM before, but she had been content to let him take the lead. He had asked her to try being a Domme before, but she had always been hesitant. He realized that he had been distracted with work and other things lately, but, it didn't really matter. It looked like she was trying out her Domme wings tonight, and with the way she looked, he was all for it.
Getting hairless was more of a challenge than thought, but he did manage. Checking, he saw she was still ensconced on the couch, and waiting for him. "All done!" he announced with a grin. She looked at him demurely and said "That's good. Make me another drink, Tom."
Off he went, but a little disappointed now that she was obviously not in a hurry to start doing the things he imagined. Bringing her drink, he was then instructed to find her favorite music, and to play it rather loudly. Coming back to the couch, he was about to sit down close to her, but her hand came up. "My feet hurt, little boy, wearing these heels. Massage them for me, please."
Really? His gorgeous wife finally dressed like his fantasies and here he was, rubbing her feet. He did try to do a good job.
Finally, she had him sit on the floor next to her and make small talk, asking if he had paid the bills, things that needed to be done around the house. He answered dutifully, but never taking his eyes off her.
"Would you like to come to the bedroom with me, my boy?" she asked. At this point, he could only nod. But, that wasn't good enough for her tonight. "Have you gone mute, boy? Answer me!" He was still very naked after his shower, and his dick gave his arousal away. "Yes, ma'am!" he answered. She turned, grabbing his nipple with her nails, saying "From now on, you will address me as 'Mistress,' understand?
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good, now get your ass in the bedroom. Lie down on the bed and wait for me." She watched him go and turned into the restroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt, for once, as sexy as he always says she was. "Well, Vicki. You've started. Let's continue his lesson' she said to herself.
Vicki strutted into the bedroom, enjoyed the open look of lust on Tom's face, and liking the questions he had: like, what was next. Quickly, she put leather cuffs on his wrists, and then laid a makeshift spreader bar under his shoulders and locked his hands to the ends. He started to ask a question, but she quickly silenced him by holding up a finger. "Shut up, my little boy." She pulled out a bit gag and fastened it snugly around his head. "I won't be telling you that again., will I?" she said, a bit sarcastically. Looking at his dick, she paused long enough to pull one of her nails along the length of it. It went very, very hard, very, very quickly. She giggled. She rather liked this feeling of power.
Pulling out a small case, she asked him, "remember these?" Some time ago, he had purchased a set of metal sounds and asked her to use them on him. She did...and he got hard, and then he came, and she felt rather miffed that he didn't offer anything in return. Vicky pulled out a tube of lubricant and chose a medium sized sound. "Spread your legs, my little boy," and deftly inserted the sound, taking her time and making sure he was nice and aroused. She used soft touches, accentuated by flicks of her nails, and enjoyed him writhing in response. She pulled on his balls, and squeezed them slowly, but firmly.
