Hank walked up behind Jean as she was preparing the salad for the evening's meal and cupped her breasts, pulling her into his body. Jean purred as Hank squeezed her breasts and bit her on the neck. She wiggled her ass, grinding it into his groin.
Hank chuckled. "I'm not sure who's appetite is more insatiable, yours or mine."
"Mmmmm, probably mine!" Jean replied as she reached over her shoulder and fed Hank a slice of tomato. "And you've made me this way. So you better keep me satisfied!"
After swallowing the slice of tomato Hank nipped at her ear. "That's my plan babe. A satisfied bitch is a horny bitch. I want to keep you coming back for more." Hank slid his hand down her stomach and cupped her apron covered cunt. Jean was wearing her mandated attire when she was at home. When she prepared meals she was allowed to wear an apron. Any other time she wore nothing at all. He pinched her nipple with his other hand, rolling it between his thumb and fingers.
Jean groaned softly as his fingers pressed against her sensitive clit. "Your plan is working!" Jean turned in his arms to face him. "Do I satisfy you?" The look in her eyes told Hank it was a concern for her.
He kissed her tenderly. "Yes you satisfy me! What brought that question on?" Even as the last word came off his lips he realized why she'd asked it. "Are you worried about Denise coming over tonight, and what may come of that?"
Jean looked down and didn't reply immediately.
Hank swatted her bare ass. "I asked you a question babe!"
Jean looked up with a weak smile on her face. "That's the first time you've spanked me since last week. I'm a bitch with needs you know."
Hank looked at her with a tenderness that Jean had come to crave. A look that melted her every time she saw it. "I got carried away last time I spanked you. Scared me a little. I don't want to hurt you, ever." He paused for a second. "I love you Jean. More than I've ever loved anyone." He kissed her tenderly as his hand kneaded her breast.
Jean moaned into his mouth as their tongues danced together. When they separated Jean said, "I promise I'll tell you when you're hurting me. I need your strong hand and domination. And I need a good spanking every now and then. I don't know why. I can't tell you what a turn on it is for me when your spanking my ass and dominating me like that. Maybe I'm sick or something. Or a freak."
Hank swatted her ass playfully. "My bitch is no freak! If I ever hear you talk about yourself that way again, I will spank your ass good."
Jean gave him a devilish grin. "Really?" She paused. "I'm a freak! I'm a freak! I'm a freak!" she kept chanting trying to get a reaction out of Hank.
All Hank could do was laugh. He tried spanking her ass but couldn't stop laughing, which only made Jean taunt him more. "Is that the best you can do master?" she taunted him as she wiggled her ass.
Hank took one hard swing and landed solidly on her ass with an open palm. Jean yelped from the sting. Hank then took her in his arms again. "You bitch!" he said with a smirk. "You changed the subject nicely. Did you think I would let my question go? Now answer it."
Jean got serious. "Yes. I'm a little worried about Denise coming over and what might come of it."
"You think I'm looking for someone to take your place?" Hank asked. "Or that you don't satisfy me anymore?"
"No. I don't think either of those things. I know you love me and want me. I guess it's just a little jealousy with a bit of insecurity thrown in. Don't forget where I came from."
"I haven't forgotten anything. Let me remind you of something. You're my bitch! I'm not getting rid of you! I'm not replacing you! I'm not letting you go! You belong to me, and only me! I may or may not bring Denise into our relationship. But if I do you have nothing to worry about or be insecure about. Do you understand bitch?" Hank's tone let Jean know he'd slipped back into master mode.
"Yes master!" she said softly.
Hank took her face in his hand and held it gently. "You have nothing to be afraid of. You're mine! Nothing's changing that. Got it?"
"I got it Master!" Jean smiled. "What would you like me to wear for our guest this evening?"
"Wear that blue dress I like so much. No bra and no panties. Just the dress! And wear the matching collar!"
"Yes master!" Jean said smiling.
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Denise's pulse was pounding so hard she thought she might have a heart attack as she parked her car in front of Hank's building. She didn't know what to expect from the evening. And it was that uncertainty that had her both excited and afraid. As far as she was concerned, she was here just to talk and to try to come to an understanding of the relationship that she knew existed between Hank and Jean. She'd read a great deal on the BDSM lifestyle. It had become a topic that both intrigued her and excited her. She had talked to her husband on a number of occasions about experimenting with it, but had been rebuffed on every occasion. The more she read and understood, the more she realized her husband was just too vanilla, and her tastes were changing, and changing quickly.
Denise looked at herself in the lobby mirror, double checking to make sure everything was as it should be. Her black mane was immaculately brushed. She had spent extra time fixing herself up before she left the house. She knew nothing was going to happen this evening, or so she thought, but subconsciously she wanted to make a good first impression. She didn't know why, but she wanted to gain Hank's approval. Her husband had asked her as she was getting ready what was going on. She told him she was meeting two of her colleagues for dinner, Hank and Jean. She had told him the truth. He didn't need to know the whole truth. Not that he would have cared if he had known. It seemed as though the more she had tried to tell him about her sexual needs the more he pulled away.
Denise tucked the edge of her blouse into her skirt. She'd worn a conservative outfit. But one that accentuated her assets, a button up white blouse, that clung to her, and a button up beige skirt that came down to just below her knees. She knew she was a little overweight for her height of 5'6". But she carried herself well. Her 36D breasts were something she was still proud of as they had little sag to them after nursing two children. She wished her husband showed them the same attention she got from some of the men she passed on the street.
The elevator opened on Hank's floor and she began the long walk down the hallway towards his condo entrance. The closer she got to his door the weaker her legs felt. She knew there was nothing to be nervous about, yet she couldn't stop shaking as she knocked on the door. Jean answered the door wearing her prescribed blue dress and the matching blue velvet collar with a gold ringlet. Denise's eyes widened when she saw Jean's attire and could tell immediately she wasn't wearing a bra.
Jean smiled as she extended her hand. "Hi Denise! I'm so glad you could join us this evening."
