1. The Game
They were sitting on the couch watching TV one night, her head in his lap, when she reached over and grabbed the remote and hit Mute. It was right in the middle of a show he loved.
"What was that for?" he asked.
She turned her head to look up at him and with a serious tone said, "Can we talk about something delicate?"
Here it comes, he thought with a sigh. "Sure."
"You know how you've been wanting to do more...stuff...in bed?"
Wait a minute—this might be a little spicier than he thought. "Un huh...?"
"I've been reading a book my girlfriend gave me, and um... I guess I'd like to try some thing."
"Okay, sure! What is it?"
"Well, you won't be mad?"
"Of course not!"
"It's called a 'Power Exchange.' Do you know what that is?"
He wasn't completely certain, but he was pretty sure she was talking about a dominance/submissive thing! He had been wanting to tie her up for a while with some light bondage to kiss her body all over, but she had never relented. Now, she was asking him to go the full monte?
"Yes I think so, but you've never wanted to even be tied up!"
"I know" she said sheepishly. "But you've never explained exactly how it feels to be in complete sexual submission. And this book did, and..."
"Keep going, you've got me on tenterhooks!"
"...well, it was very erotic, and it got me super wet. I think that maybe I
do
have a submissive side. And our sex life has gotten really in a rut lately, which of course you know. And... well I guess I just wanted to see if I could help get us out of the doldrums. I don't think I'm ready for going the whole way. But maybe we could try some little games out temporarily and see what happens?"
His heart was pounding, and her head was being nudged by the straining erection building in his pants.
She smiled. "Can I take it by your little friend that you're okay with the idea?" she asked.
He had a huge smile, and said "I guess it's a give away, huh? Yes, I'm very excited by the idea! I'll have to have some time to think about it, but maybe we can start tomorrow night?"
"It's a deal!" she said. "In the meantime, can I help your little friend?" She slid her head down his lap onto his knees, and unzipped his fly. She reached in and dug around, trying to free him. Finally, she was able to release him, and his rock hard erection sprung free of its prison.
"Ummmm..." she moaned. Her tongue licked the precum off the tip of his cock. And then she slid as much as she could into her mouth and started gently nursing him.
This is going to be one hell of an adventure, he thought!
2. The Rules
The next morning they both got up late, and rushed out to work. She got home earlier than he did, as always, and she had already slipped into something a little sexy. It was a red and black teddy that she knew he liked. When he got home, he walked in the front door, sat down his bag, and caught a glimpse of his wife.
Goddamn it, she looks sexy! They had never had kids, so although they were in their early forties, she still had a great body and hadn't let herself go. She was a petite brunette with a very shapely female body. She had short sexy black hair with a few streaks of gray, cut very flattering for her pretty face. Unlike many women her age, she was at a perfect weight range, and still had curves in the right places and a perfectly feminine tummy; soft and rounded like a woman's should be, and not at all a "muffin-top". Her very perky little breasts were just the perfect size and shape for him. She often joked about how small they were, but he always thought they were super-foxy, with the extra bonus that they had held up to gravity very well! And to "bottom" it all off, she had the most amazing ass—her rear-end wouldn't quit and she could pour into a pair of jeans absolutely perfectly.
He walked briskly right over to her, and without the customary "hello" kiss, he forcefully grasped her arm. "Come here," he commanded as he led her over to the couch.
Oh my!, she thought. I wonder if I made a mistake!
He sat her down, and sat down beside her.
"I've thought about your request all day. And I've got quite a bit to say. So just listen," he started with. "If you're serious about this, I will be setting the rules. You must listen to me and obey me without question. Can you do that?"
She swallowed. "Yes," she said very quietly.
"You know that I love you very much and won't ever hurt you. But I will be training you. And in this training, you will become my sex slave. I will have sex with you at any time, any place, or any way I see fit. If you disobey me, I will have to punish you. Do you understand?"
She felt herself starting to get moist. "Yes," she again said below her breath.
"No matter what I ask of you, you will do it, without questioning me. You will address me as 'master', and I will address you as 'slave'. Is this clear so far?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now, I'm going to be giving you some rules. You need to obey these rules, and make them part of your routine. I won't be repeating myself, so if you don't get it right the first time, I will be forced to punish you. Shall we continue?"
"Yes." She felt herself blush, and she could tell that she was definitely getting wet. She knew that she was a bad girl for having wanted this in the first place. But the fact that he so easily fell into this role made her wonder if her fantasies from her girlfriend's book should have remained secret. She was scared that she had gone too far.
Almost in response to her thoughts was his next sentence. "Our marriage for these many years has been fantastic. I want to know that I still respect you, and this game of ours will go on until you want it to stop." He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small white leather loop. "This is your collar. While you're wearing this, you are my slave." He draped the collar around her neck. In the front he let dangle the two loose ends, and he produced a small steel ring shaped like a heart. "And this is a heart. If you want to stop this game at any time, unscrew this heart so you can take off your collar, and that will be the end of it." The heart was hinged, and he slipped each side through the two looped ends of the collar. At the heart's point, there was a small ball that screwed the two halves together. It made a beautiful white loop perfectly fitted around her neck, and the little steel heart rested in the soft hollow of her neck. "Understand?"
"Yes." She knew now that at least she had an out, and she felt much more secure.
"Yes what?"
"Yes...?" She looked at him questioningly.
"'Yes Master,' but that is the last time you'll get a rule twice," he prompted.
"Yes Master," she said. She now started to understand what would be required of her. But because she knew that she could back out she started to really get into the game more readily.
"Good. Now take off that lingerie."
She made a little pouty face. "But I went to the trouble of picking this..."
He interrupted her protest by slapping her ass cheek—not hard, but she noticed! He had never hit her, not in anger.
"Again, you're to obey me without question, and no back talk. I don't want you talking to me like that unless I ask you a question, or you've been given permission. I won't really hurt you, but you need to be made to understand these new rules, and if you can't it's going to cause you some discomfort. Understand?"
"Yes, Master." Her rear stung a little, but she knew he hadn't hit her hard. Although she was very vocal against domestic violence and wife battering, she was the one who started the whole thing, and she wasn't about to call it off now. She took off her teddy, and laid it on the couch. She was now completely naked, except for her snug white collar.
"I want you to be naked whenever you are inside the house, unless you've been given special dispensation. Go over and look at yourself in the mirror."
She walked over, and admired how the white leather looked against her skin. She noticed that the fit was almost perfect. Since there wasn't any adjustment needed, she figured he must have measured her neck when she was asleep.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"It looks very nice, Master."
