Moving Day 11

It was moving day at last. The movers had taken the big items that morning and we spent the day loading all the boxes in the rental and the car on the trailer. Our new house was six hours away. We were exhausted. The plan was to drive as much as we could and then stop and get a hotel room for the night. We drove for about an hour and a half and then stopped for dinner. After dinner we got back on the road hoping to put in at least another hour before stopping for the night.

"I found all your sex toys in the closet," Sara said after we got back on the road.

Fuck, I forgot about those. Sara had packed all of the boxes while I was at work.

"I forgot about those, I'll get rid of them," I replied.

"That's not what I meant. I want to know about them. Do you use them?" Sara asked.

"That's BS (Before Sara). Don't worry, I'll get rid of them when we get to the new place," I answered.

"Just tell me about them. There were a couple that I hadn't seen before. Did you use all of those things? Who did you use them with?" Sara inquired.

I told Sara that they were items that Denise and I acquired. Sara knew about Denise but I hadn't told her about our sex lives. At first I was reluctant to say too much about Denise and I. Sara and I hadn't talked much about sex. But I was tired and Sara kept prying so I told her everything. I told her how Denise and I were into fulfilling each other's fantasies. I told Sara that my fantasies revolved around being dominated and Denise's involved sex with others. I told Sara about everything. About the bondage, cbt, nipple torture, forced feminization, butt plugs, strap-on play, chastity, cuckold, golden showers, supervised masturbation and humiliation. I even told her about the puppy play.

"Is that something that you still want to do? Do you want me to dominate you like that?" Sara asked.

"No, that's ok. I know that you're not like that." I lied.

"I don't know if I could do those sorts of things. But if that is what you really like, why did you start dating me when you knew that I wasn't that way?" Sara asked.

"No, that's all behind me. I can't believe it, we are only 60 miles away. I can't believe that we didn't stop. No sense in stopping now. Let's spend the night in our new home. And wake up tomorrow in our new home," I said while thinking of my days with Denise.

We didn't unpack a thing when we got to the new house. We slept on the floor. We had sex on the floor also. Both when we got there and in the morning. I was so horny after our four hour sex talk.

"Judging by your performance last night and this morning, it is clear to me that you still have submissive desires. The sex was like when we first started dating," Sara commented the next day.

"It wasn't that," I said as I left the room to get another box out of the truck.

The next couple of weeks were spent with Sara unpacking boxes and I was painting. I couldn't find the sex toys but I didn't want to ask Sara where they were. We took a break Saturday night and went out to dinner to celebrate our move. It was a small French restaurant about 30 minutes away that was recommended to me by someone at work. Normally, Sara only has one glass of champagne but this night she had three and it was obvious that she was wasted.

"You're not getting tired, are you?" Sara said on the drive home.

"No, I'm fine," I said.

"I know what will wake you up," Sara said as she pinched my nipple. She had never done that before. It caught me off guard and I pulled away.

"Was that too hard?" Sara asked.

"No, it's just I wasn't expecting it," I replied.

"Do you like that?" Sara asked as she pinched my nipple again.

"Yes I do like that," I responded.

"Tell me if I'm doing it to hard. Should I do it harder?" Sara asked.

"You can do it harder," I answered.

"I have a surprise for you tonight. You are going to be my slave for the next 24 hours. You have to do everything that I say," Sara said as she pinched my nipple harder.

"I like the sounds of that," I answered.

"Do like my outfit?" Sara asked.

"I told you before dinner that you make that dress look great," I reminded her.

"But you didn't see all of it. Look" Sara said. I looked over to see Sara had lifted her dress to reveal that under the dress she was wearing a garter and stockings but no panties.

"Wow!" I was amazed both that Sara had dressed like that and that she was revealing herself while we were driving down the road where she might be seen.

"Maybe someone driving by will see my pussy. Does the thought of another man looking at my pussy turn you on? Let me see?" Sara said as she unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard on.

"It really does turn you on. Remember, you have to do everything that I say for the next 24 hours. We are going to ride the rest of the way home like this. My pussy will remain in view for any passerby to look at and your, or I should say my, cock will remain exposed for my viewing pleasure," Sara said as she returned to pinching my nipple.

I adjusted my speed to avoid pulling along side someone. But Sara had me pull up along side a big rig truck. When we got home, Sara had me strip in the garage and wait for her while she ran in the house. Sara returned to the garage wearing only her garter, stockings and heels. She had me put arms behind my back and I could feel her put the handcuffs on.

"I can't have you playing with my cock. Here, these will help you focus," Sara said as she put a clothespin on each nipple. "Is this what you like? I bet you wish that trucker was here right now. You would like to watch me fuck that trucker wouldn't you?" Sara asked as she walked me in the house.

"I don't know. I'm not sure," I answered.

"Wrong answer," Sara said as she slapped my cock which made my cock harder. "Oh, you like that," she said as she slapped my cock again and again. "Whenever I ask you a yes or no question, you answer yes, understand?" Sara instructed me while still slapping my cock.

"I understand but if you keep slapping my cock I'm going to cum," I said. Seeing Sara dressed like that, talking like that, the handcuffs, the clothespins, and the cock slapping was all getting to me.

"Oh no you don't. You don't cum unless I give you permission. Now come with me," she said as she led me to the bedroom. Spread out on the bed were all of the sex toys.

"Now you are going to explain to me what each item is used for," Sara said reaching for the racquet ball paddle. We went through each item and I explained the purpose of each. Sara liked the pink shoelace so much that she laced my cock with it.

"And this, what is this? Except for the shoelace, I had a pretty good idea what most of this was for. Except this thing, I can't figure out what this is," Sara asked holding up my CB2000.

"That is a chastity device. My or, your, cock gets locked in it. It assures that I don't cum without your permission. It is also a constant reminder of my submission. It is also used for behavior modification," I answered.

"How is it used for behavior modification?" Sara asked.

"Denise wasn't much into inflicting pain. So what she would do instead was to punish me by keeping me locked up longer for bad behavior. I had to earn my release. If I performed perfectly, then I was released every two weeks. Days were added for bad behavior," I explained.

"Let me get this straight. You get turned on by not having sex while she was out screwing anyone she wanted to?" Sara asked with a grin.

"That was her rule," I admitted.

Sara kept the handcuffs on me all night. She did let me worship every inch of her body with my mouth but she wouldn't allow me inside of her. She tied my legs to the bed and left the cuffs on to make sure that I didn't jerk off during the night.

I didn't sleep much. She untied my legs in the morning but wouldn't remove the cuffs. She held it for me so that I could pee. I spent the day nude with my hands cuffed behind my back while she was dressed. She had me show her on the computer several different sites where she could find out more about female domination. Throughout the day, she had me perform oral sex on her. While she watched t.v., while she talked on the phone, and while she was on the computer. My nipples, cock and balls were abused throughout the day.

At the end of the day, she released the cuffs. I put some clothes on to go outside for my Sunday night cigar. That was our Sunday night routine. She would watch her t.v. programs while I smoked a cigar.

"What are you doing?" she asked as I poured my single malt scotch to go with the cigar.

"I was going outside to have my cigar while you watch your programs," I answered.

"Not dressed like that your not. I haven't given you permission to dress or cum yet. You can go outside but no clothes and no playing with my cock," Sara told me.

Without another word, I took my clothes off, kissed and thanked her and went outside. It was dark outside and I didn't think that anyone would be able to see me.

The next day, I brought home a dozen roses to Sara. She let me inside of her as soon as I came home. After we talked of the previous day's activities. I told her that I really enjoyed and appreciated her doing that. She said that she could tell by my hard on how much I was enjoying it. She said that she wouldn't guarantee anything but she was considering dominating me some more. Sara wanted to know if she had hurt me or if I was ok with the trucker looking at her. This was all music to my ears.