"Hello?! I'm home!" I shouted as I threw my keys and purse on the counter. Taking a look around, I shook my head at the clutter that was scattered across the table and into the kitchen. Housework never ends, especially with two kids and two roommates that were just renting a room, and felt no more effort was needed.
My husband? Well, he tries. In his own very spoiled way.
"Hello?" I said again, starting to get curious at the lack of sound in the house. Normally, I had to stand in front of the television just to get acknowledgement that I was, in fact, home. This time, though, the house was completely silent- no television, no bickering children, not even a breath of a roommate.
Where the Hell was everyone?
I peeked into each room as I passed, heading back to my room to put on my slippers. They all stood glaringly empty.
As I approached my door, I noticed a bag on the floor, and a note taped at eye level.
Curious, I reached for the note.
Take the bag into the bathroom and change. I will be waiting.
Hmmmm, I thought to myself. This was very unusual. My husband never planned anything, claiming spontaneity is the spice of life.
Whatever.
Regardless, I bent, picking up the surprisingly light bag, and walked slowly to the bathroom. My mind was racing a mile a minute, and I couldn't seem to slow it down. Where were the kids? Where were the roommates? What does my husband have planned?
At that thought, butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and my breath hitched in anticipation.
I opened the bag, my eyes widening a little at the sight of what was within. A small black lace bra rested on top, one of the one's that barely covered your nipples, with matching thong underwear. Below that, in sharp contrast, was a white mesh midriff tank top. Resting on the bottom of the bag was a small black leather mini-skirt. Along the lines of the bra, the skirt would barely cover my ass, much less any of my thighs.
Nestled on one side of the skirt, there was a plastic baggie that held makeup. Dark brown eye shadow, black eyeliner, and fuck-me-red lipstick.
I grinned. Well, maybe the man had been listening after all!
Taking my time, I stripped out of my jeans and tee-shirt, then bra and underwear. Naked, I looked in the mirror, contemplating what would happen in the night ahead. My nipples puckered at the thought of hot, raunchy sex. My hands came up to cover my breasts, rubbing my hardened nipples across my palms. The fluttering butterflies multiplied, making me wet.
Excitement was making me giddy.
The makeup was applied first. I never thought standing naked in front of a mirror applying makeup could be an erotic thing, but damned if it wasn't. When my arms brushed against my bare flesh, I got turned on a little bit more. My ass was bared to the world, making me feel naughty as I bent forward to see better in the mirror. My makeup finished, I straightened, looking at my face with a critical eye.
My eyes were green today, and stood out beautifully with the help of heavily applied eyeliner that circled my eyes completely. The lipstick shined, making my lips look full and pouty.
Satisfied, I turned my attention to my outfit, putting it on as slow as I had undressed. The black lace thong went on first, then the matching bra. I paused to look at the set, admitting to myself that they made me feel sexy. The black leather skirt went on next, sliding up my legs, then thighs, to come to a rest just below my hipbones. I had been correct in my assessment that the skirt would barely cover my ass- Hell, two inches lower and the thin strip of pubic hair that I kept groomed on a daily basis would be visible. Nice. The midriff mesh top went on last, completing the look.
I couldn't help but grin wickedly at the sight of myself; a mother, student, and pre-school teacher, looking like a stripper.
The only thing missing was...my eyes rested on a pair of black patent-leather stiletto lace-up boots that were sitting beside the hamper. Oh, yeah. Now I really would look like a slut.
I took my time slipping on the boots, then lacing them up, tying them where they came to a stop, just below the knee. I sat for a moment, letting my eyes close, and my mind wander.
My husband had never wanted to play out this particular fantasy, and damned if I wasn't ready to fuck him silly for being willing. I was ready for anything.
I smiled, letting my hand wander. From the top of my boots, up my thighs, circling my clit, which had began to throb and swell, past my bare midriff, and up to my breasts. My still hard nipples were clearly visible, poking through the barely-there bra, and white see-through mesh top. I pinched both nipples hard, tugging, and rolling, until they were sensitive to the touch. I was wet enough to soak my thin thong underwear, and deemed myself ready for whatever it was my husband had planned for the night ahead.
I opened the bedroom door quietly, suddenly feeling shy. Although he was willing to play out this fantasy for my benefit, what if the way I looked didn't turn him on? Could I handle the rejection?
"Come in." I heard my husband say, although I didn't immediately see him in the candle lit room. "Sit down on the chair." For the first time, I noticed a singular chair sitting in the middle of the room, situated so I would sit facing the bed. I squinted, trying to make out the outline of my husband, who was reclining at the top of the bed, legs crossed at the ankle.
"Sit." He said, his voice abrupt and commanding.
Oh, yeah!
I hurriedly complied, sitting daintily on the edge of the chair. What can I say, old habits die hard.
"Scoot back, hook your arms behind the chair, and spread your legs."
I could only obey, feeling strange in the position. I heard the bed creek, and suddenly, he was there, in front of me.
"Nick, I-"
"From this moment on, I will be referred to as Master. If you are remiss in this, you will be punished as I see fit. Is that understood?"
I swallowed my sarcastic remark, which comes naturally to me.
"Yes."
"Yes, what?" He said, his voice hard.
"Yes, Master." The word felt foreign on my tongue, but damned if it didn't turn me on.
"That's better."
He moved, circling around me, so that he was behind the chair. Instinctively, I turned my head to watch.
"Eyes forward, slut." He said the last word so disgusted that I started to wonder if this whole scenario was a trick. But, I obeyed, staring straight ahead, at nothing.
"You are a slut, aren't you?" I could only nod, still unsure. "Slut's will do anything. Will you do anything?"
Suddenly, he grabbed my hair and pulled, tilting my neck back painfully. Still holding his grip with one hand, he reached over my shoulder with the other. He flicked then pinched my nipple, pulling at it sharply. At my indrawn breath, he let go.
"It wouldn't do to let you get all the pleasure, now would it?"
