Like many stories on sites like these, this one has a similar thread. Lori and John had been college sweet hearts and married very young. They were successful in all aspects of life; home, family and business. John recently turned fifty and Lori was quickly approaching the mark. They were by all appearances the happy all American couple. Their two sons were both in college and they had begun to reacquaint themselves.
As young lovers they had been adventurous and spontaneous. Then the restrictions of parenthood and the stress of John's career put their sex life into a more routine and though not boring, a more sedate lifestyle. No longer did Lori surprise John at the door naked. Rarely did he pick up flowers, or take her roughly in the kitchen. In other words their life had become like most married couples; predictable.
Once their youngest went off to college Lori, started to work part time, donating her services to a community organization.
Lori began to take more of an interest in her body. She had never let herself go, but she was a little heavier than she wanted and her hair and make up always took a second seat to her 'Mom' schedule. John, noticed and was pleased with her subtle changes and since he had built a very successful business he had the ability to be flexible with his time.
When both sons returned for Thanksgiving break they noticed their Mothers more trim figure and how she had given up the sweats and tennis shoes for more attractive clothes. Make no mistake, the boys knew from the glint in their Father's eye and the playful interaction, their parents had rekindled their love affair. Both left for school, pleased to see the happiness of their parents. If either boy thought along the lines of a better sex life they kept it to themselves.
Lori also began to spend some of her mornings on the internet. The vast amount of information fascinated her. In time she began to find sexual sites and found most of them boring and offensive. Somehow, she one day ended up in a BDSM story site and read a story about a dominate and submissive relationship. D/s for short. Lori found herself aroused by the story and searched for more similar in vein. She would often leave the den and masturbate in the bedroom while thinking of the stories; always putting herself in the submissive role.
Never being one to hide anything from her husband, one night after a few glasses of wine she showed John some of the story sites. He read through her favorites and really didn't respond one way or another. They made love that night, but no differently then any other night. Lori fell asleep, resigning herself to the fact dominate and submissive games didn't seem to appeal to John and she sighed thinking she would never experience the passion of the women in the stories.
A few weeks later, John began a plan he had been working on since that night. After much research and checking Lori's favorite sites on the computer he felt he had a fairly good idea what his conservative, prim and proper wife was looking for. An analytical and orderly man, John approached this like most things in his life; deliberately.
He left for work like any other day, Lori already gone for the morning to the gym for her aerobic class. As he passed the kitchen table, he stopped, opened his briefcase and placed a Manilla envelope on the table.
Lori returned, her body aching from the work out and her leotard wet with perspiration. A bottle of water in one hand and her gym bag in the other she keyed in the alarm code and headed for the bedroom to shower. As she dropped her keys, as John knew she would, on the table her eye caught her name in large letters written across a legal size envelope. She recognized her husband's penmanship and figured it was some papers she needed to drop off at the lawyers, being they had been updating their trust and will.
She picked up the envelope and opened it. Inside was a single piece of paper with some text printed on it. Her eyes went to the first line and Lori stopped for a moment, put down her bag and water bottle and sat at the table. She felt her body respond to the words written.
Slut,
I will be home at seven sharp tonight. I expect the following orders to have been carried out. If not, there will be hell to pay. If this is not what you want, leave a message on my cell and it will never be mentioned again. Otherwise, here are your orders: 1. Shave your pussy
2. Go to the mall and purchase a black g-string and black thigh highs. I do not care if they are uncomfortable and annoying.
3. Purchase a pair of black 3 to 4 inch stiletto heels.
4. Go to a pet store and purchase a black dog collar and leash. I suggest you measure your neck with a piece of ribbon unless you want to try it on in the store.
5. At seven sharp. you will be wearing only the above items. You will be standing at the door with the leash in your mouth, legs spread at shoulder width and hands grasping your elbows behind your back.
6. Do not speak unless spoken to.
7. Refer to me only as 'Sir" and yourself as 'slut' All questions will be answered in full sentences.
John
Lori reread the words a dozen times. She could smell the odor of her perspiration mingling with the aroma of her pussy. She could not believe how close John had tapped into her secret thoughts. She went upstairs to her bathroom and removed her clothes. While the shower was warming up she looked at herself in the mirror. She saw a forty eight year old woman whose body had been good to her. Her breasts, sagged a bit but were nothing to be ashamed of. He stomach, while not rock hard, had a soft feminine curve that drew your eyes to the pussy below. Between her legs was a triangle of black hair. She had never been bald and hadn't really trimmed herself since this past summer. She smiled at herself, for she was pleased with what she saw. Lori knew, even now, her body would still catch men's glances when she entered a room.
Her fingers drifted through her coarse, curly hair and her finger easily dipped into her wetness. She fingered herself to orgasm while staring at her reflection.
At seven sharp, Lori was feeling excited and a bit odd, standing in the foyer of her house, clad only in a g-string and stockings and heels. She had opted for the higher of the heels John had requested and felt her toes beginning to ache. For years she had only bought 'sensible' and 'comfortable' footwear. Her nipples stood at attention and she knew the small wisp of cloth between her legs was already soaked with her secretions. Somehow Lori felt more naked at that moment then if she had been sans any clothing.
As the door opened she fought to keep her eyes cast downward as most submissives did in her stories. She heard the footsteps of her husband and could sense it was him without actually seeing him. Lori felt his presence, but a few feet away from her. She saw his hand moving upward and felt his finger under her chin, lifting her head so their eyes would meet.
She saw a firm and emotionless expression on John's face, but she could see his pleasure in the deep brown eyes looking into hers.
"Hello, Slut," his voice cracked a little giving away his excitement.
She smiled and was about to reply when a finger to his lips quieted her.
"Remember the rules! You will not speak, unless specifically asked to. The position you are in will be refereed to as 'Your greeting stance." Whenever I call or leave a note referring to you as 'slut', you will meet me dressed like this at the door. That includes when we are away at hotels and such. Therefore you best always bring your outfit."
His hand cupped her mound and she moaned as he pushed his palm against her. He was surprised at how wet she felt and when his finger slid by the g-string it entered into her cunt with a loud squishy sound. He saw her face redden from embarrassment.
"My slut is horny, I take it?"
"Yes, Sir"
