"Is it okay for me to ask for something? I want to be treated a certain way but I don't want to sound whiny or demanding. Can I ask for something?"
"Yes, you have my permission. Describe it for me."
"Well, you know I like it when you use me as a domestic servant. Remember when you had me scrub the bathtub until it shone? It was basic, menial, subservient work that you insisted I did naked. Can we do something similar again? Maybe the floor? Does the floor need to be scrubbed?" She stared at me without speaking and I should have taken the hint. But I kept talking, digging the hole deeper, until I could see she was just waiting for me to run out of breath. I finally stopped talking.
"Sorry. I don't want to sound presumptuous. Forget I said anything. It's just that being your naked servant makes me very horny. But I know what we do is up to you. I don't have a say and I am perfectly fine with that. Please, disregard my question. Ok, I'll stop talking now."
She said nothing for a good minute, which is an uncomfortably long pause in the conversation if you're a sub who just realized he crossed a boundary. It meant that she wanted me to think about why she was silent. She wanted me to realize what I had done myself.
"I'm sorry Ma'am. I should not have presumed to suggest how any part of our sexual interaction should play out. Your pleasure was not my main focus and I am very sorry for my selfish, badly considered idea. Please forgive me."
"I don't usually tolerate unsolicited begging. However, I will excuse your behaviour this time. Don't let it happen again. Despite being a selfish slut," she grinned. "I think you'll be happy with the plans I have made. We're going to work on your posture," Jenna said. "It's not menial but it's going to be challenging. In any case, participation is mandatory."
Okay, I guess my posture could use some work. I don't really slouch much but if my wife thinks I need to straighten up, then I will. Mandatory I get, sometimes even crave, but challenging?
"I need to see you naked to establish correct posture and make adjustments, so strip and stand in the middle of the floor." We were alone so my clothes came off easily. I had no awkward second-guessing moments, like when she demanded I strip in front of her friend just to prove that she held the reins. I guess I became accustomed to shedding my clothes at a moments notice shortly after that.
"Stick your ass out." I arched my back.
"Kneel. You can keep your hands on top of your head for now." I knelt in front of Jenna while she fastened my collar snugly around my neck.
"Stand." I stood. Jenna snapped a leather cock ring around the base of my genitals. The width of the strap forced my cock and balls to protrude.
"Stand up nice and tall," Jenna said. "Keep that back arched, tuck in your chin and spread your legs apart a little. Knees straight. Perfect! Stay right there." She walked around me slowly, touching watching my reactions, tracing my muscles with her hands and fingers.
"But you're not going to be able to hold that posture for long without some kind of motivation."
Jenna clipped one end of a short chain leash onto a small ring embedded in my cock collar. She drew the leash taut between my buttocks and fastened the other end to a D-ring on the back of my collar. As long as I kept this exaggerated posture, with my ass stuck out, my back arched and my chin tucked, I could breathe easily and my genitals still had adequate circulation. Even so, the tight chain restraint forced my erection down to a 90 degree angle from my body.
"Show me your wrists." I held out my hands palms up. She buckled a restraint to each wrist, then she knelt and fastened restraints around both ankles. Jenna clipped the ankle restraints together, allowing about six inches of flexibility between them and making movement extremely difficult.
"I'd rather you stay where I can keep an eye on you while you're practising your posture control exercise." Jenna stood up and stepped back to admire her handiwork.
"Ah. One more detail. Put your hands close to your neck. She clipped the wrist restraints to D-rings on either side of my collar so that my hands hung uselessly by the side of my head.
"You can shift your weight carefully if you keep your back arched. But let's not loose that nice hard-on until we've seen what it can do under duress. Oh, one last thing. Open wide." She filled my open mouth with a red rubber ball that I bit down on. The gag was then tightly secured with a strap at the back of my head. Jenna kissed my cheek.
"I don't want to hear any complaining. You need to start improving your posture and overall fitness level if you expect to keep up with my libido."
Jenna ignored my muffled grunts and colourful explicatives while taking the time to maintain my erection. Yes, I was allowed to voice my outrage. She thought it was cute. It never changed the outcome.
Whenever she noticed my cock was not erect she would take a few minutes to stiffen it again, then she went about her business. After the second or third time I started oozing enough pre-cum to lubricate my entire shaft, with her help. When the natural lubricant dried, all it took was a little spit in her palm to make my cock slick again. The posture retraining went on for about 20 minutes before she decided I was ready.
"Okay, I think you are primmed enough to entertain me," she grinned. Jenna unclipped my ankle and wrist restraints. She removed the chain leash from my collar but left the other end clipped to my genitals and pulled me toward the sofa.
