Submissive Wife

Submissive Wife Chapter 5

By Sheila and Bill

Bill and I were planning an evening out to dinner and dancing with some old friends of ours that were in town for business. Rhonda and Wayne lived down the street from us before moving away four years ago. When they were here, we spent a fair amount of time together in a platonic relationship. There was a little harmless flirting going on and they had a hot tub that more than once we all stripped down to enjoy the hot water and a glass of wine. Of course, it was always dark and in hindsight, unfortunately, there was nothing going on under the water.

I asked Bill what I was to wear for the evening and he told me had already made his selections. I gave him a kiss and said, "thank you'" as I was heading up the stairs for a shower and to get dressed. He told me that he would like my hair blown out straight tonight. When I came out of the shower, among other things, I blew my hair out as instructed than went into the bedroom to see what he had selected for me.

The bottom line is that I am his sub and he owns me, if he had put nothing but a sheer dress on the bed, I would have worn it. I was happy to see one of my favorite waste cinchers with black back seam stockings and a flowing skirt that want about halfway over my knees. On the top, he gave me a white button-up blouse and a thin lacy pink bra. Obviously, his intention was that the pink bra could be seen through the white shirt.

Once again, I am actually in control. I purchase my clothes and categorize them. I have a closet that has my vanilla clothes. These are the clothes that I wear to mom's house or out with "vanilla people". There is nothing wrong with vanilla people except that they just don't understand. Then there is a closet that has clothes that are between vanilla and kinky. This could be a sheer blouse and maybe a garter belt that can be worn with a sexy bra or under a knee-length skirt. Finally, there is the closet for the kinky stuff that consists of sheer blouses and skirts that are so short, nothing is left to the imagination.

Everything has its place and he knows he has to pick from the appropriate closet depending on where we are going. Tonight, he chose from the middle closet and I was happy with his selections.

My nipples are pierced and most often he selects the jewelry I wear on my breasts. Tonight, he was conservative and chose a pair of simple gold rings. These sit pretty flat so they don't stand out like some of the others but with this shirt and thin bra, they were visible when the light hit them just right. He finished my outfit off with a pair of very sexy red heels and a collar.

I wear a collar 24/7. Most often, I wear my day collar, it is a flat sterling silver chain with a sterling silver heart-shaped padlock. It is absolutely beautiful and I hate taking it off. When it is time to play, he will put a leather or metal play collar on that is much heavier and it can be used to put me on a leash or to secure me in a bondage position.

Tonight, he had gotten me a new collar, it was leather but not as heavy as my typical play collar. It had a lock in the back that could not be seen unless you were looking for it. In the front, there was a small metal loop that hung down like a pendant. It was very pretty and sexy but there was no mistaking it, anyone that knew the meaning of a woman wearing a collar would obviously assume I am his submissive.

When I was dressed, I have to admit, I looked fucking hot. I went downstairs to show Bill and to get his approval. He was sitting in his chair and without being told I stood before him in the inspection position.

I stood straight up with my chest pushing out, my legs spread just wider than my shoulders and my hands behind my head with fingers laced. I said, "I hope you are pleased with me"

Bill said, "You look like a hot fucking cunt and I wouldn't mind just using you here and now."

I told him. "I would be more than happy to bend over so you can use me for your pleasure, if you wish I will get on my knees and take you in my mouth."

Bill said, "that sounds so nice but I will wait until later."

I said, "just tell me when and how, you know I will do as you request."

He said, "I know you will."

He continued my inspection, he turned me into the light to make sure I put the right nipple rings in, he commented, "very nice." He then reached under my skirt to my pussy and was pleased that it was wet and he commented on my smooth shave job.

My lipstick and nail polish all matched in bright red, paired with my pink bra, he said, I like how the colors came together. "

I just said, "thank you."

We met Ronda and Wayne at one of our favorite restaurants and of course shared hugs and kisses in the parking lot. Ronda looks really good but, I have to say, a little frumpy compared to how I was dressed. I don't mean anything negative and it was a nice dress but, she was wearing a long dress that didn't throw any sparks. It would have been perfect for a funeral. Oh my god, I'm sorry, I can't believe I said that.

This caused me to think, do I look like a total slut???? No, I am my husband's submissive, if he wants me to look like a total slut then it is ok with me. He chose my outfit; I think it is sexy as hell and it is my mission to please my husband. Therefore, I look fucking hot and I feel good about myself.

Dinner was basically uneventful, we chatted about everything you could think of from kids to the weather and everything in between.

After dinner, we headed to a dance club a few miles away. We got a table and after a few minutes Ronda and Wayne got up to dance. They looked good together on the floor but once again, there were no sparks. Bill and I were talking about our longtime friends and were concerned that they were just going through the motions. It didn't look like either of them was having fun.

Bill and I took out turn on the dance floor while they were sitting out for a couple of songs. Bill made it a point to be sure that my skirt flew up a few times just to make sure everyone knew his girl was not wearing simple pantyhose. I don't mind flashing because I know how excited it makes him and to be honest, I would not mind flashing even more.

When we came off the dance floor Wayne took my hand and said, "it's his turn."

I looked at Bill and asked, "May I dance with Wayne?" This was a little out of character for me but I have become so used to asking Bill for his permission to do things that it just came naturally.

Rhonda laughed and asked, "Since when did I ask Bill for permission to do anything." I just smiled but waited for Bill's approval.

Soon after, Bill and Rhonda followed us to the floor. We danced a few songs then decided to call it a night and headed back to our house. It was late so they came in for a quick night cap and we made plans to getting together the next day.

It was Saturday and the guys were off golfing and Rhonda and I were meeting for lunch. I picked her up at their hotel and we headed down to the beach to a beautiful lunch restaurant on the water.

Once we were seated, Rhonda said, "Spill my guts, what was going on with you and Bill?"

I knew exactly what she meant but played stupid.

She said, "Come on, you are so different. Wayne and I talked about you guys all the way back to the hotel. I suppose we were not supposed to see your pierced nipples thought he sexy little pink bra or the stockings and garter belt. How about asking Bill for permission to dance not to mention the hot little choker around your neck. What is going on?"

I said, "I'm not sure what you mean."

She just stared at me and said, "Come on bitch, we go back too far."

I blushed a little and blurted out, "Bill is my Dom and I am his submissive. He tells me what to do and I do it."

Rhonda said, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

I told her, "I've been dying to tell someone because our lives have changed in such a wonderful way."

"Spill honey, tell me".

I swallowed hard and said, "our marriage and sex life was......dull......vanilla......boring, now, it is rocking. He protects me and provides for me and I serve him and I serve him whatever and whenever he wants."

Rhonda looked surprised, "What do you mean? Are you saying every time he whips his dick out you let him fuck you?"

I said, "Yes, and then some. I love sex, I always have but somehow, we began to send each other the wrong messages. He would make advances when I was not in the mood and I never initiated sex. He got tired of being rejected and gave up. We went for months with essentially no sex other than an occasional romp. We both wanted more but didn't know how to get it together. Bill started reading about BDSM, Dominance, and submission which has taken us to where we are today."

Rhonda didn't know what to say other than, "so where are you now?"

I told her, " It is like ballroom dancing; one person has to lead and the other has to follow. There are rules in dancing just like there are rules in our relationship. Today, he leads and I follow. If he tells me to get on my knees and suck his dick, I do it immediately. Other times he will tell me to be in the play room waiting for him. He will tell me what I have to wear if anything. He will tell me what position to be in, I could be on my knees with my ass in the air or I could be flat on my back-spread eagle. Other times when he comes in, I am standing waiting to be inspected, I greet him by bowing my head and asking him how I may please him this evening."

Rhonda didn't get it, she said, "So you are his whore? The play room?"

"No, I am his devoted wife who is also his sub. As his sub, I can be his whore, or I can be his pet or his tender and loving wife. I don't make the decisions; he does and we live in harmony. That is not to say if I disagree with what he says that I always go along with it. The reality is, I am in control, if I say no, he is cut off from his fun. Therefore, he is very careful to treat his sub with the respect I deserve."

"As for the play room, yes, we have a room that we use for sex. We use every room in the house but what was the TV room upstairs is now the sex room. When you go in the room, it doesn't look any different but when you look closely, there is some fun stuff."

By now Rhonda is looking confused but also very interested. She said, "I thought BDSM was all about getting tied up and smacked around."

I just smiled and told her, "when I act out or misbehaves, I will get punished. Bill would never really hurt me, however; I do not object to being tied and getting flogged across my naked ass. But to be honest, I love getting flogged, and being tied can be a great deal of fun as well."

"As I said, I have been dying to be able to tell someone about our relationship and I know I can trust you. Telling people about a relationship like ours is challenging because most people don't understand and all they want to do is gossip."

Rhonda said, "It all sounds very exciting but I don't think something like this would work for us.".

I told her, "As far as I know all of our friends are vanilla and that is ok. I don't judge anyone and I wish people would not judge me. My sterling day collar has a heart-shaped padlock on the front. Do you know the significance of my collar?"

She said, "Pretty jewelry?"

I said, "It tells people that I am owned by my Dom. The lock is real and the only way to get it off is with the key. I have that key but I will not take it off because I am proud that some people know that I have a master and I am his willing slave."

I said, "So now I assume you are going to tell Wayne everything."

Rhonda said, "No, I will keep your secret if you don't want me to."

I said, "Of course, you are, you can't wait to tell him."

She said," Ok, your right and I have to also tell you that my pussy has not been this wet since I can't remember.

I asked, "Would you and Wayne would like to come over tomorrow night so maybe you can see firsthand how a Dom and sub live."

I called Bill on the phone and told him that I told Rhonda everything. He asked how I was doing.

I told him, "This is the most liberated I have ever felt, I got to share our secret. Would be ok for Rhonda and Wayne to come over to our house tomorrow evening to experience what a non-vanilla relationship can be."

Bill said, "That would be fine but you will have to do everything you are told or I will get punished."

I said, "I love you honey; I will do my best to please you in front of people. Please text me a message telling me how I can serve you tonight. Bye.

Rhonda was in awe; she didn't know what to say. Moments later, I received a text, "you will meet me at the front door, dressed in a leather body harness and a heavy play collar and chain leash. I expect you to suck my cock until I fill your mouth with cum. You will prepare a steak dinner in your slutty outfit than after dinner, you will select a toy from the closet and masturbate in front of me. If you do a good job, I will let you orgasm."

I let Rhonda read the text. She said, "Wow, this is one hell of an evening. I have not taken a load of cum in my mouth since our honeymoon and I sure as hell don't masturbate in front of him."

I looked at her and said, "You do masturbate, don't you?"

She blushed and said, "Well yah, sometimes."

I said, "Do it in front of him and you will have him eating out of your hand. He is a man, what is the big deal, suck his dick and play with yourself, everyone wins and you will have him under your control."

I can't wait for tomorrow night; I am so excited to share our Ds relationship with other people. I am enjoying sharing with everyone here but this is anonymous, it is so different in the flesh. I plan to be the best sub I can be; I want Bill to be proud presenting me as his sub.

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Ds, Bill and Shelia