Chapter Seven - The Day After and Beyond
Author's Note: This is a story of a female dominant/male submissive relationship between mature people. This is fiction. If you enjoy such stories read on and please comment and vote. If not choose another story more to your tastes. This Chapter is the seventh in this series. Please read the preceding chapters for context. To the gentle readers of the previous chapters I want to express my deep appreciation for your votes, encouragement and comments. Enjoy!
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Like most newlyweds, Doreen and I embarked the day after our 'wedding' on an adventure of mutual discovery. Like most newlyweds Doreen and I had been blinded by love - and lust - giving little thought to the commonplaces of everyday life. Unlike most newlyweds Doreen and I were both mature and seemed to instinctively know those commonplaces needed to be addressed to make our marriage work smoothly - and the quicker the better.
Fortunately for us, we found we were quite compatible and complementary in everyday life. We were both 'morning people' - arising naturally at about 7 am. We were both fastidious - not quite OCD! - housekeepers - neat and organized. We easily divided our admittedly small domestic duties - Doreen cooking (she was very good by the way) and dusting, me the dishes, floors and lawn work and we shared the laundry and shopping. Considering the intensity of our lovemaking, we resolved differences quickly, with mutual consideration and without drama.
Our first full day together as a couple was a Saturday. By noon, we had integrated my few belongings into Doreen's - now our - home, cleaned the leftovers from the previous night's festivities and began to relax in each other's company. Doreen was quick, generous and cheerful. To our mutual delight, we found we enjoyed each other's company, even without sex. Our interests and experiences were different and we loved sharing each with the other.
Doreen's brother and sister in law - and our next door neighbors, Bob and Betty Wheeler, welcomed me to the family. Their circle of friends welcomed me to the community. They all were genuinely pleased that Doreen had found a partner. We shared time at the community pool, where Doreen gleaned envious glances from the women and lustful glances from the men. We walked hand in hand and rode our bicycles thru out the friendly neighborhood. We joined in the many activities of our modest but comfortable senior community.
The homes were closely spaced, so a set of unofficial but universally observed 'rules' had developed to ensure each family's privacy. Blinds closed across the ubiquitous glass front doors was the 'do not disturb' sign. Stereos and TV's were played at modest volumes. Loud noises of a sexual nature - as Doreen and I had been guilty of on our wedding night - we're ignored.
I was able to introduce Doreen to Disney World. The seemingly ever present Disney security amused at having to admonish such senior citizens twice - Haunted Mansion and Spaceship Earth - for public displays of affection. On reflection, our mild groping with intense deep kissing must have appeared tame in comparison to other couples they have observed over the years. I returned to work and our lives settled into our version of domestic routine.
Doreen was very social, so it was not unusual to find evidence of guests in our home when I returned from work - unwashed dishes in the sink awaiting my attention, chairs moved, damp towels in the bathroom. On most of these occasions Doreen would spontaneously regale me with details of her visitors and their visits. But I noticed several times in the first weeks of our marriage, evidence of visitors, but no explanation was volunteered by Doreen.
Doreen had kept her wooden box - solid oak, stained and lacquered, with a solid clasp with a hinge to accommodate a lock that was inscribed "Property of Ms Doreen" burned into its lid - prominently on display in our living room. I apparently was not the only man to still use it!
To be clear - Doreen had emphasized early in our relationship that she would control my complete sexual world, no exceptions, no sharing. At the same time she retained the freedom to have sex with whom she wanted, how she wanted and when she wanted. In my overwhelming lust and complete submission to Doreen I had agreed - without objection.
Living with this arrangement before our marriage, when I still lived with my former wife Jane, was a non issue. But living this arrangement with the frequent signs of its reality in the home I now shared with Doreen was more problematic.
Doreen was considerate, never flaunting her continuing sexual adventures in my face. But the certainty that they persisted and the uncertainty of their nature and the participants began to gnaw at my mind.
What happened next is, therefore, probably not surprising.
On returning from work on a Friday, I arrived to find Doreen lounging on our sofa. She wore a scandalously skimpy red halter top from which her big beautiful breasts were bountifully displayed. Her brown aureoles were only partially covered and her large nipples were partially erect. Her key, as always, hung from a gold chain in the delectable valley of her cleavage. A pair of matching skimpy shorts reached only the tops of her thighs. Her long, toned, tanned legs extended to end in a pair of blue 4" open toed strappy heels.
She was also nursing an almost empty large mug of beer.
I was of course immediately interested and aroused. Doreen was a welcome sight indeed at the end of my work week, but I sensed something important was about to happen.
After routine casual greetings I noticed a companion large beer mug awaiting washing next to the sink. In an off handed manner I asked, "Company?"
"You should never ask a question unless you are prepared to hear the answer," Doreen responded with a wicked edge in her sultry voice. "Come to me and I will help you decide whether you really want me to answer your question," she continued in the same tone.
Now on full alert, I walked over to Doreen who was sitting on the edge of the couch.
Looking up at me with a mischievous twinkle in her grey green eyes, Doreen unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and slid them to the floor around my ankles. She gently began stroking my now hard cock with her left hand and cupped my balls in her right.
"Glad to see me are we?" Doreen asked with the answer obvious in her hands!
"Yes, Mistress!" I answered.
"You have a choice to make my eager submissive husband," Doreen said. "I will gladly tell you ALL about today's special visitor and all my special visitors - who they are and everything we do, Frank. But you have to pay the price!" Doreen offered in an impossibly sexy voice.
Her proposal sent a jolt directly to my rigid dick. It pulsed on Doreen's knowing hand and she smiled at my response.
My mind was in a confusion of complete erotic submission to my wife and disgust at myself for somehow wanting to know the details of my wanton wife's sexual escapades.
"This is your one chance to choose Frank," Doreen continued. "I will detail every moment of every encounter of the men who will cuckold you for the rest of our lives if you agree to one condition," Doreen said as she felt my cock again jump in her large, strong, loving, stroking hand.
Looking into Doreen's intense grey green eyes I could tell she wanted me to agree. This was another of the dark erotic pleasures she wanted me to share with her.
Did I really want to know all the details of my wife's sexual trysts? Could I bear the weight of the constant humiliation? Would I look forward to being sexually aroused by Doreen's vivid, lurid accounts of sex with other men? If my answer was 'Yes", what was the price, what was the condition?
"What is your condition, Mistress? What is your price?" I gasped almost inaudibly.
Doreen smiled slightly as she recognized I had passed one hurdle on my way to acceptance.
"You will be in charge of cleanup!" Doreen stated with a broadening smile and increased pressure on both my pulsing dick - now dripping precum - and my aching balls.
My eyes widened as I began to understand the dark depths of humiliation and submission Doreen wanted me to willingly, eagerly embrace in my growing love and uncontrollable lust for her. My cock jumped again in her caressing, loving, demanding hand, betraying an urge buried deep within me to satisfy Doreen.
Knowing now that I was lost to her vision of our marriage, that I could deny her nothing, Doreen explained the details of my deepened servitude, "After I have entertained my man you will return home. You will kneel, strip, place your clothes in my box. You will lock my box as of old. You will take the leash, collar and lock you find there, crawl and present yourself to me wherever in our home you find me. You will beg to be collared and leashed and locked - and I will collar and leash and lock you. You will beg to hear all the details of my sexual pleasure and your cuckolding - and I will tell you! You will beg to clean and caress my body with your tongue - and I will let you! You will clean all the toys I and my lovers use, all the sheets and towels that we use and return our home to pristine condition!"
