Roles Change

He woke up about 7:30 a.m. and, at first, thought it was a normal morning. He felt a little chilly and reached for the blanket when he realized he wasn't covered, but didn't find it and opened his eyes to find the bed was stripped of blankets.

All he could see was a sheet of paper on the edge of the bed, so he put on his glasses and picked up a note from his wife.

"Good morning," it said. "As you can see, things, if you decide so, will be much different this weekend. I, if you say yes, will be in charge for the next couple of days and will make all decisions for me and for you."

"If you are a good boy," she continued, "you will be rewarded. If not, you will be punished -- first at the time of infraction, then at the end of the weekend. These are conditions that must be agreed upon before we begin. What your reward will be, you will have to wait and see and the same goes for prospective punishment. If you are game, no words need be spoken. Your morning attire is on the chest at the end of the bed, put it on and come down stairs for coffee. If you aren't interested, come down naked as usual, get your coffee and go back up for your normal routine and nothing will be said -- either way."

At the end of the bed he found the French Maid outfit he had bought her a couple of years ago -- the one he hadn't seen her wear yet.

"Whoa, I wonder what she has up her sleeve! I don't know about this," he told himself. "I don't know where she's going with it and I have things I need to do today. She does, however, have my interest! And his, too," he noted as he felt his dick stiffen at the unknown.

"You know what they say," he mused to himself, "You've got to pay to play," and he got into his uniform for the morning. After all, it was "morning attire". It was kind of slinky and it tantalized him as he walked down the stairs and it moved back and forth across the end of his dick.

As he came into the kitchen, his wife was sitting at the table over against the window.

"Good morning, sweetheart," she smiled. "How did you sleep last night?"

"Apparently a little more solid than usual," he offered.

"Well, that's okay. What would you like for breakfast? Here's your coffee."

"Maybe just coffee right now," he said. "I'll wait till after my shower to eat."

"No problem. I'm going upstairs to get some things ready while you drink your coffee and check your email. When you're done, come on up and we'll plan our day."

He drank his coffee, trying to imagine what she had in mind, but was puzzled. He checked his mail and there was one from her.

"If you're seeing this now, you must be on board for the weekend." is how it began. "You may think, at times the next two days, that you chose wrong, but if you stick it out, you will be glad. Come on up, baby, and let's get started."

He headed up the stairs and he could hear her whistling. As he walked into their room, she smiled at him, handed him a razor and shaving cream and told him to shave a few things.

"In particular," she explained, "I want you to shave your chest, your legs and your ass. Do not touch your underarms, but do just a little trimming on your pubic hair. Don't destroy it, though. I kind of like your artwork."

He did as she said, of course. It was complicated and very time consuming! After he got out of the shower and toweled his hair off, he put his glasses on and began drying the rest of his body. As he put a foot up on the toilet to dry off his leg, it really dawned on him what he had done. Oh shit, he thought. He was perfectly slick from the waist down, hell from the neck down, legs and all! He had been caught up in the sensual aspect of what she directed, but this was for real -- for a while!

"Come here, sweetheart, and let me feel you," she said as she stepped around the corner with a little grin on her face. "That's nice," she said as her hands traveled up his legs and around his ass. "You did a great job and I love that feeling. Let me touch up a couple of spots, then you can put your uniform back on and come on downstairs."

She seemed to be so happy with the day, he relaxed a little and he began to roll over in his mind what she might have in store for him, but his thoughts were not even close. When he found her, she was in the den and had a paper in her hands.

"I've written down a few of the particulars that I want to go over with you. Once I've done that, I want you to initial them. You need to do this because infractions will bring on punishment. Do you understand?"

"Yes," he said.

"First, the outfit you have on, unless I modify it, is what you will wear for the next two days -- night and day. Second, you will not be allowed to cum this weekend. I may tease you, I may have you in situations that excite you, but you better not cum. If you do, there will be consequences. I picked this outfit just for you because I've noticed that your eyes seem to bug out when you see it on most any woman, in most any costume catalogue. Heck, as I remember, you bought it! So, enjoy it, but don't mess it up if you know what I mean!"

"Yes."

"I'm going up to take a shower," she explained. "Don't interrupt me for a while, even if you hear a little moaning and groaning, I'll just be doing a thorough cleaning and rinsing. When I call you, I want you to scramble me some eggs (hard), butter some toast and bring it all up to me with that bottle of cinnamon on the stove."

"Yes."

"That word is becoming music to my ears."

The Weekend Begins Part 2 The intercom buzzed and he answered.

"Yes, Ma'am"

"I'm ready for my breakfast now," she said kind of haughtily.

"Yes, I'll be with you shortly."

"Shortly what?"

"Shortly, Ma'am"

"Thank you."

He fixed the eggs and toast to her liking and brought them upstairs on a tray. She was sitting up in the bed, towel around her head and dressed in a new very nearly sheer gown that lay against her damp body. Her nipples were hard and he got hard as he watched her breasts rise and fall with her breathing. He just stood there until she asked how she was going to eat her breakfast with him holding it so far away.

"Thank you," she said as he sat the tray on her lap. "What's got you so excited," she asked as she reached out to rub his dick through the cloth that barely contained it. Rubbing it gently, she added, "Remember, you're not allowed! And, if you make a messs....."

"Yes, Ma'am, I understand."

"While I eat my breakfast," she went on, "I want you to dust for me. Start over there by the window where the light will help me watch you under your uniform. It's kind of like watching that slut that always comes in the coffee shop with no slip under her pastel dresses. I can count the hairs on her pussy and I can see now that the thought gives rise to some feelings in you as well. You like watching her, too, don't you? You're a little slut, too! We'll have to decide what to do about that later. You get busy with the task at hand."

He dusted, he crawled around on his hands and knees and dusted baseboards and sides of furniture, he stood on a stool and cleaned the top of door frames, all as she watched and directed him and now, as he stood on the stool near the end of their bed, he tried to remember the exact conversation that had sparked this surprise change in her personality.

The best he could remember, they had seen a preview for a movie about an island where the women rule and the men are slaves. He had made some offhand comment about how he wished she would take control of the sex aspect of their lives and give him one less thing to worry about. He hadn't thought about it again until now.

As he wiped out the light fixture and put in a new bulb where one was blown, he had to admit that after the initial shock of some of her instructions and the outline of how the weekend would be, he was actually getting pretty aroused by the whole women's fantasy island weekend.

"What are you thinking about over there?" she asked as he came back to the real world and noticed his dick forming a tent under his uniform. "Come here, I want to talk to you," she demanded.

She stood up beside the bed and her nipples stood out against the fabric of her gown like his dick did against the bottom of his outfit. She reached out to him and grabbed his offending member and pulled him closer and began to talk to him in a matter of fact tone.

"When you first suggested this a few weeks ago, and yes you did whether you realize it or not, I thought about it, but I didn't know if I would like it, or be comfortable with it. But, I do and I am! You've inspired me with a mission that gets me off and, apparently, does things for you. So, I want to go shopping -- yes I know that's new for me, too.

But, first, I haven't forgotten the little coffee shop memory of yours and I am going to punish you. But, I need to know how bad to punish you."

She pulled her gown off her shoulders and it fell to the ground. She stood there naked and took his hand and placed it between her legs. She was wet and caught her breath when he touched her. She dropped his hand and lay back on the bed.

"With your lips and your tongue, I want you to show me how much of a slut you are! Show me just how awful you can be," she dared him.

He dropped to his knees and she spread her legs wide. He could smell her scent, could sense the moistness between her legs. He kissed her just about the hairline of her pussy and she jerked. She was ready and so was he, but he kept telling himself, "I'm not allowed to cum." He buried his tongue inside her and he heard a moan deeper that he had heard from her before. He circled his tongue inside her and she slapped the bed beside her and she took two handfuls of sheet and thrust herself against his face. She screamed as she impaled herself on his tongue. He backed up slightly, she grabbed the lips of her pussy and opened herself and he encircled her clit with his lips and began to suck lightly, massaging it with his tongue. He could hear her, first under her breath, then louder.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, damn it, yes." And her legs wrapped his head as she exploded and shook and quivered. She lay there for what seemed a long time with her legs around his head and did not speak. Finally, she parted her legs.

"You're a real little slut!" she said with a smile on her face. "Go take your uniform off, fold it up nice and neatly and come back for your punishment. He went into the closet and followed her orders. As he came back into the room, she was standing, once again in her nightgown, with a belt in her hands.

"Come over here and lay across the bed," she ordered. He did so and she reached down and spread his legs apart. After just a moment, he felt the belt sting against his freshly shaved ass.

"What are you?" she asked in a tone that said she knew the answer she wanted and so did he.

"A slut," he answered, and the belt came down again.

"What kind of slut?"

"A sneaky slut." He answered. The belt came down again.

"Whose slut are you?"

"Yours and only yours," he swore.

"You are correct," she said. "Stand up my little slut and put on this blindfold.

As he stood there blind folded, she reached out and grabbed his still-hard cock. There was something in her hand as she grabbed him and she explained.

"I'm going to touch you with three different things. Each is an outfit for our trip shopping and, only this time, you get to pick. But, like with some other things, you must let your little head think for you."

After she finished with the hints, he thought and tried to imagine what the feeling that he felt would be attached to and he tried to pick what he thought would be the easiest to hide under his normal clothes and, after being told to hurry it along, he picked the second one. She said okay, but instructed him to keep his blindfold on until she put the others away.

When she pulled off his blindfold, she stood there holding a bodysuit, long sleeved at that.

"You better go to the bathroom first, but then I want to watch you put this on."

When he returned and began the struggle, she gave him helpful hints, but giggled at his clumsiness.

"Not easy is it? You sure like it when I wear it and you sneak a feel up my skirt or under my blouse! I hope you like it from that end now."

As he pulled it up over his waist, it seemed to plaster his stiffness up against his stomach. She reached in from the top and pushed it to one side. As she did, you could see just a touch of dampness on the suit.

"You better not mess this up," she admonished. "Or you'll be cleaning it up and suffering the consequences."

Finally dressed in a long sleeve shirt in May, his jeans and boots and her in a nice summer outfit and sandals, they headed out. They went to several outlet type stores, but the only department they visited was ladies intimates. She would look through panty after panty, garter after garter, stocking after stocking and each time request an opinion by holding them up to her waist and asking how he thought they would look on. He would sometimes respond in the affirmative with a little gleam in his eye and sometime shake his head no. She, for the most part, kept the ones he liked.

He couldn't understand where this change had come from. He had tried to buy her sexy underwear in the past, things he thought she would look hot in, but she had always refused or returned what he had bought. In this one day, she had let him help her choose several of the hottest items he had seen in a while.

They had lunch and talked and enjoyed each other's company until late in the afternoon. Every so often, when she could get away with it without being obvious, she would reach over and rub his dick under his jeans until he had to pull away and she understood.

When they got home and he had carried the stuff in from the car, she told him to go upstairs and get back into his uniform. She handed him an empty bag as she directed him towards the upstairs.

"After you've folded and put away what you have on and put your uniform back on, I want you to put all your underwear in the bag I gave you and bring it to me. Understand? Everything in your drawer."

"Yes, Ma'am."

He did as he was told. Re-uniformed and holding his underwear collection in his bag, he went back down to her.

"Very good," she said. "Give them to me. Now, here you go," she said as she handed him the shopping bag they had brought in from the car.

"You really liked all these. You picked them out and thought they would look sexy on, so they are now yours! Put these in your drawer and choose from them each morning so that even between our occasional special weekends, you'll remember whose in charge of the "sexy" part of our lives."

He just stood there, trying to figure out what was happening, what type of Pandora's Box he had opened.

"Go ahead, put your things away and come back down and fix us both a drink. I think we've had a long day. We'll relax a while and then you can get on your evening chores. And I'll get to watch your sexy, slutty little ass!"

A Reward Part 3

As he handed her a drink and sat down beside her with his, she swiveled and lay her feet up in his lap, rubbing her stocking feet against his dick the way she knew would excite him and, if she continued, would take him over the edge.

"I've had a hard day, my little slut, would you mind rubbing my feet?"

"Not at all," he assured her. And, he took one of her black stocking feet in his hands and began to knead the bottom with his thumbs. She moaned a little with his touch. She hiked her skirt up just a little and opened her legs slightly. He could see the top of her stockings and the creamy thigh above. He knew the treasure that lay at the end of those thighs, but he couldn't see it.

As he massaged her feet in just the way she liked, she closed her eyes and laid her head back and her moans were even deeper. As he changed to her other foot, he watched as her hand moved down to the bottom of her skirt. She wrapped her fingers over the bottom and began to pull the hem towards her waist. Watching her he began to get excited and, as he rubbed her feet more aggressively, the tone of her moans became lower and her breath shallower and his dick began to swell under the weight of her other foot. Thank goodness she had ceased from rubbing against it.

She pulled the skirt up to her waist and exposed her pussy. He could see it glisten with new wetness and could smell their sex of the early afternoon. She slid her finger down to her slit and began to rub it. Thrusting her finger inside herself for lubrication and then back up to her clit, she was breathing erratically now and he knew where she was headed. Just watching her had him headed where he knew he could not go and he shifted his cock away from her foot.

As if she had been watching a movie that had ended, she stopped caressing herself, pulled her skirt back down, swung her feet around, sat up straight and took up her drink for another swallow. He sat there for a minute just staring at the tent held up by his pole.

"Wow! That was a good foot rub!" She reached over a grabbed his dick. "I think you like giving foot rubs, too. You're a good little slut," she said as she smiled at him.

"I think that you have been very good, so far," she commented, "and I think I should encourage that behavior with a reward. So, let's finish our drinks and go upstairs."

When they got to the bedroom, she began to slowly undress herself. Standing in front of him, removing one stocking at a time, she did her best to excite him and it was working. After she stood there naked in front of him for a moment, she began to undress him in the same manner.

"Do you remember the rules for this weekend? Especially the one concerning your pleasure?"

"Yes Ma'am," he replied. "I am not allowed to cum this weekend or there will be punishment, first at the time of infraction and again later."

"Very good!" she said. "Do you also remember that I said that it wouldn't be easy?"

"Yes Ma'am," he said and added, "And it hasn't."

"You haven't seen anything yet, my pet." She offered.

With that, she pulled the panties of his outfit down to his ankles as she got on her knees in front of him. She took his dick in her mouth and began to work it with her tongue. Her right hand cupped his balls and her middle finger explored the skin between there and his asshole. He wanted nothing more than to explode, but told himself NO, not this weekend and he begged her to stop before he was unable to control himself and broke, at least, rule number one.

She paused for a moment, still holding his dick in her mouth, and then backed away from him with a grin on her face.

"Very good," she said and she patted his erect member. "Now, come over here."

She led him to the bed, where she had pulled the sheets back. She sat on the edge and explained his reward.

"For being so good," she explained, "I will let you watch me pleasure myself. I will let you listen to me as I build myself into a frenzy and when I say so, I will allow you to play with my ass. Do you think that is a good reward?"

"A very good reward," he acknowledged.

She picked up her favorite toy and lay back on the bed. She was back just far enough to get her feet on the edge and let her knees fall to the side exposing her pussy to her hands and toys and his lustful eyes. She began to rub herself as she had downstairs on the couch and the moans quickly returned. As she began to get wet again, she inserted her dildo as she played and began to move it in and out to the rhythm of her moaning. Her breathing quickly changed again and he knew she had not lost her excitement from the couch. As she began to move the dildo in and out at a faster pace and her other hand ran circles around her clit, she told him, "Now, my pet, now!"

Her juices had escaped her pussy and made her asshole wet. He took his middle finger and gently circled the hole and she moaned even louder. After just a few seconds, she moved against his finger and it entered her to the first joint. He pulled it out just a bit and she moved against it again. As she worked the dildo in and out and he worked his finger in and out and her other hand worked her clit, she began to yell. The more she yelled the faster she worked herself and against his finger and in just a moment, she screamed, impaled herself on his finger and rammed the dildo home in an earthquake of orgasmic release.