The Dishes

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It had been a long day of chores and missing her husband, recently turned Dom. Just a week prior, she had come to her husband and asked that they try a Dominant/submissive-Married lifestyle with hopes that he would agree, which he had. The past week had been slow moving but very exciting to the two of them with midnight blowjobs, spankings and their first scene complete with ropes and clamps. But there was more to it than that, which they discovered as they did their homework on the subject. They communicated more clearly and she noticed her husband peeling away the layers of him submitting to her wishes. She had put them there and he had allowed her. Their dynamic was really going to change and they both felt great about it. This lifestyle had so much more to it, mentally, than they both had realized. They felt freedom knocking at their door and they were inviting freedom in for a cocktail, possibly considering having a lifetime of freedom. It all felt so good and so right. It was all a whirlwind of new exciting sex and positive communication. Their marriage had never been better, even if it was only just one week.

As she was starting to wash the dishes, one of her final chores of the day, she heard the keys in the door and her heart leapt into her throat. Her Sir was finally home, what would he have in store for them this evening?

She continued scrubbing the dishes and called to him, "Hi baby! How was your day? I love you. I missed you today." She missed him every day but since their new journey had begun she missed his presence and touch even more so. He walked over to her at the sink and as she started to turn around he put his hands firmly on her hips and held her in place. He leaned his strong body into her, pinning her body against the counter. He breathed heavily against her neck, trailing kisses up to her ear and sending warm sensations straight to her sex. He said in a low and meaningful voice "I love you too Wild Flower and missed you as well. I would like to take this moment though, to let you know that I expect all your chores to be done when I get home."

"Yes, Sir." She exhaled, leaning her head back onto his shoulder, draping herself in his amazing arms. He wore his new found confidence well and she loved seeing him this way.

"You are mine and for my pleasure and if you are busy with the dishes then I have to wait. I don't like to wait. Don't make me wait." He had sexy written all over him and she couldn't help but relish in it, grazing her eyes all over him every chance she got.

"Yes, Sir." She felt her sex warm and moisten with every syllable, lingering on every word, wishing and wanting him to run his hands over her. Instead, he let go of her hips and left her there alone with her dishes. She felt her lip pout and felt her inner child stomp its foot and shrug its shoulders.

Moments later he returned. She was still washing the dishes and hated that she had displeased him. She could feel him standing behind her, radiating power, not touching her, just standing, heat leaving his body and rolling over her skin like an early morning fog, making the hair on her body stand on end from being watched. Her pussy began to warm again. She could hear his hand against the denim of his jeans, assuming he was rubbing his gorgeous cock through the material. She could feel his eyes grazing over every inch of her backside. "Don't turn around. Keep washing." She put a little extra jiggle in her hips knowing he would notice but still did her best to not seem too obvious.

After a few minutes passed, he pressed himself into her, pinning her against the counter again. "I am going to make sure that you don't forget in the future that your chores are to be done before I return home from work. I want you to continue washing the dishes. No matter what happens, do not stop what you are doing. Do you understand?"

Chills ran up her spine at his words, the good kind. She could feel in his voice that he was about to push her, testing her submission. He was about to push himself, testing his dominance. He had never spoken to her in this tone and with so much confidence before. It was a huge turn on for her and the evidence was clear in her panties. That she could not hide for long, nor did she want to.

"Yes, Sir. I understand." The words rolled off her tongue like she had spoken them a million times before but they were so new. She needed this and he needed this. It was time to let go of the vanilla and venture into the dark.

"Under no circumstances are you to make any noise. You only speak when spoken to. Do you understand?" Oh he was so good at this. It was like each word was traveling in her ears, coursing through her veins and down to massage her clit.

"Yes. I understand." A hard smack came across her ass leaving a stinging sensation behind. She knew exactly what she had done...or not done for that matter. "Yes, Sir. I understand." Her sex began to moisten her panties. He had picked them out for her this morning before he left for work, like he did each day. She was to put them on after her shower and send him a nice picture of her ass in the panties every day. She was feeling rather aroused by his dominance and assertiveness. Her mind began to wonder but he quickly brought her back.

"Good girl, Wild Flower. You are not to move except for your hands and arms washing the dishes. Do not stop at any point. If you run out of dishes before we are done here, you will grab clean dishes and wash them again. Do you understand?" His breath was hot and shallow on her neck, leaving little goose bumps in its path. She felt her nipples harden against her soft cotton t-shirt, making her arousal evident. Nothing gets by her Sir and of course he noticed.

"Yes, Sir." He slid his hand enticingly slow up her side from the curve of her full hips and over her ribs to her breast, running his fingers underneath them and up to her nipple. He circled slowly and she became completely still. He pinched her nipple, just hard enough to get her attention, between his thumb and forefinger and in a low stern voice said "Don't stop washing."

She began to wash again as a light pain danced over her face and quickly turned to pleasure, which sent sensations running throughout her limbs. She could feel her knees weaken for the moment but she then gained her composure and continued to wash.

She felt his cock hardening through his jeans, pressed between the cheeks of her bottom, and he started a slow and controlled grind pushing her hard into the counter. His hand ran up from her breast to the hair at the nape of her neck, locking her hair into his fist, clenching tight and pulling her head back. "I told you I don't like to wait. I'm not going to wait. I will never wait. I take what is mine when I want it and how I want it. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Sir." She breathed deep, feeling her insides clench tight at how arousing his voice was and how his hands controlled her body. His words and actions controlled her mind even more so. Oh, this sexy man, her husband, her Dom. He had really been doing his homework, or was this in him all along? She was melting into him and stopped washing again.

A firm hand came down on her rear quickly and harshly, a tender rub followed. "Don't stop washing."

"Yes, Sir." Her ass stung with pain as waves of pleasure resonated from her bum throughout her entire body. She couldn't help but moan aloud. She immediately realized what she had done and before she could think it through he stepped away from her releasing her hair. In one swift move he put his hands onto the waist band of her tight work out pants and lacey blue panties and pulled them down to her ankles. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open with shock.

"Step back from the sink and bend over. Hold on to the edge of the sink and don't let go." She hesitated for a moment not sure what to think. "Now, my love." He boomed. She did what he asked right away. He placed his hand on her ass and started to rub softly moving down between her thighs and grazing her dripping sex. "You were asked not to make any noise." He leaned forward and showed her what was in his hand. She saw a kind of rope cord. He had tied the end of her vibrator in the center of it leaving about 20 inches of extra rope to either side. She was absolutely puzzled but she wouldn't be for long. "This is for disobeying me." He turned the vibrator on low and ran the tip up and down her damp slit grazing her clit. "Do you wanna cum?"

"Yes, Sir. Please, Sir. Please let me cum." She breathed heavily feeling the vibrations travel through her clit, up her spine and neck, to her ears, rolling her eyes back in her head. It felt so good and he knew just how to please her. He also knew just how to tease her. She knew that if he let her cum now, that would be too easy and he was going to make her work for it. She wanted to work for it. She wanted to show how far her submission would go and he was gifting her with the chance to do so...the chance to please him, however that may be. She was up for the task.

"Ah, she's an eager Wild Flower. Not yet love. You must earn it first. You cum when I say you can cum. It's a gift from me and as of yet, you haven't earned that gift." He put the tip of the vibrator at the entrance of her shiny pink pussy, pushing about an inch of it in and out of her several times before plunging its length fully into her. He turned the vibes on high and had her stand straight. He took one end of the rope cord and tied it to the back of her bra, laying its path between her ass cheeks, sending little vibes against her tight asshole. He then took the other end of the rope cord and ran it up the front of her sex being sure to pull it tight against her clit and tying the end to the front of her bra. The vibrations were traveling through the rope cord, against her clit, causing her to moan aloud again. She knew she had messed up, but she couldn't contain her pleasure and had to release it in some way. It had been building up in her since she first heard her Sirs keys jingle in the door.

"Bend over again. You were asked not to make ANY noise." She heard him rummaging through the utensil jar on the counter next to the stove which was directly behind her. Before she could think of what he might be grabbing, she felt a hard pop against her ass. It was the wooden spoon. "Count, Wild Flower."

"One, Sir" Oh it felt so good and hurt so bad at the same time. It took everything she had to contain her cries of pain that she was learning to take pleasure in. Being spanked, a vibrator vibeing in her pussy and against her clit. It was almost too much. She felt her juices run from her swollen mound and start to drip down her thigh. Pop!

"Two, Sir. Three, Sir. Four, Sir. Five, Sir." The last one was too much and she needed him now! "Please, Sir! I need your cock now! I need you fucking me and loving me now! Please, Sir!" she begged and pleaded.

"No, ma'am. You are for MY pleasure. You are mine. Your ass and pussy are mine. Your mouth is mine. You've spoken again without permission. Not another word, Wild Flower. Spit on the handle of this spoon." She did as she was told and spit on the rubber handle of the spoon. It was tapered at the end and he thought it would fit nicely into her ass, they hadn't spent much time there and he thought it was about time to start some training. He rubbed the spit on the handle and rubbed a little spit on the entrance to her bum. He put the end against her tight little asshole and applied gentle pressure until it started to ease in. He loved his wife, his sub. He didn't want to hurt her in that way. He felt it important to be a firm but kind Dom, especially in the beginning when this was all so new to both of them. He slowly pushed it about 2-3 inches into her bottom and stepped back to admire his handy work and his wife's hot, round, full figured ass. "Stand up straight. Hold this spoon in your ass until you are done with the dishes. When you are done with your dishes, I want you to call for me. Don't let the spoon squeeze out. Focus, love."

"Yes, Sir." She followed his directions and she washed dishes faster than she ever had before. She was so turned on by his actions of dominance and she needed him to fill her with his cock now, like right now. She felt the spoon slipping. Squeezing her cheeks together, she washed at lightning speed trying so hard to finish and not wanting to disappoint him by letting the spoon drop. It was getting dangerously close to the edge of her bum though. She wasn't used to having things go in there, only out. She tried so hard to hold in the spoon but it was no use. Next thing she knew, she heard the unmistakable sound of a wooden spoon hitting the floor. She was so wet that it had lubed the handle of the spoon and no matter how hard she tried to hold the spoon in, there was no hope. It had fallen out. Her tight little asshole had betrayed her.

She then heard his footsteps coming towards her and she finished the last dish. Without saying a word he picked up the spoon and nudged her shoulders and she knew to bend over, gripping the sink. She then received 10 more excruciating swats, each one delivering as much pleasure as it did pain. "Good girl." He said as he rubbed her sore and swollen bottom. He untied the rope cord holding the dildo in her needy wet pussy. "Lean over the sink again. I want you to scrub the sinks clean and don't stop until I tell you to."

With tears of pain and pleasure in her eyes, she leaned over the sink and reached for the sponge. She heard him unzip his jeans and that familiar sound of his pants slumping to the floor. Without warning he plunged his hard cock into her tight wet swollen pussy sending waves of pleasure through her insides and let out a loud moan of satisfaction. Finally, he was inside her, filling her. He came down hard on her already tender pink ass with the wooden spoon. "No noise, my love." Another hard pop. "Keep scrubbing. Don't stop, Wild Flower." He pulled himself out and didn't hesitate to plunge his cock hard into her pussy again. He began a hard fast pace and ran his hand up her back and wrapping his fist into her hair saying "You are mine. You are for my pleasure. Im going to fuck you like I want when I want and you will like it. This pussy, ass and mouth are for my pleasure. You will have your chores done before I get home from work. Do you understand?"

"Yes." She moaned, steadying herself to his rhythm not forgetting to keep scrubbing the sink. This is what she had been yearning for all day. She wanted her hair pulled. She wanted her ass smacked. She wanted him to tell her that she was his. Pop!

"Yes, what?" he growled.

"Yes, Sir." His voice was enough to send her mind into another world, not that she wanted to leave this one. It was a world where pain was no longer pain. Where pain became pleasure. All she felt was pleasure.

His breathing labored and he began to pump even harder in and out of her pussy getting close to his climax. He came down hard again with the wooden spoon and her pussy clenched around his hard cock. Pop! Her pussy clenched again at the stinging smack of the spoon. He pulled her hair harder causing her back to arch and her ass to press further into his groin. He was moaning loudly and beginning to tense. He pushed himself to the hilt of his cock jerking and pulsing in her pussy as his hot cum unloaded inside of her. She could feel him in his most raw form and it was sheer ecstasy.

He let go of her hair and leaned his body over hers and wrapped his arms around her torso and sprinkled her back with slow sweet kisses. He ran his hands lightly over breasts and nipples, teasing them with each graze. "You're a good girl. You did well for your Sir. I am pleased with your submission. You will be rewarded for doing so well. Stay here and don't move." He removed his cock slowly from her dripping pussy and her ears followed his footsteps down the hallway before they disappeared. She waited anxiously for his return, her mind reeling and wondering what he was up to. She really didn't know how much more of this she could take but she didn't want to stop him. This was her chance to prove that she can do this, she can earn her orgasm. She wanted to earn it, like a trophy to put on the mantle. She wanted to earn his dominance. He was earning her submission. It was a circle.

He returned a few minutes later and plugged something in but she dared not look. Her ass was throbbing from the assault of the wooden spoon and she knew better than to try to see what was in store for her next. This whole evening was a test of her submission. She knew he was testing her. She knew he was testing himself. They were both so new to this lifestyle and were fumbling on a daily basis, but always seemed to recover quickly. Given it had only been a week and they were only in their 30's but she really believed this would give them the marriage so many people wished for but never had. They already had a good marriage though. They had had great success so far and she was very pleased with their choice to push the envelope past vanilla and into darkness. Oddly enough, the darkness had shed a light on a part of their marriage they had never known even existed.

Just then she heard the familiar loud buzz of her Hitachi and she knew this was the reward he had told her she would receive. "You've been a good girl and you have done so well in your submission to me. I am pleased with you and now I'm going to give you the pleasure you deserve. I own you and I take care of my possessions." He then had her spread her legs and he inserted two fingers into her gleaming and drenched pussy and placed the wand on her throbbing clit that had been begging for pleasure since the first second he whispered in her ear.

She started to grind against the wand and his fingers and very slowly and calmly he said "Don't move, love. Don't cum without permission. This is my pussy and I will please it how I want." He started to pump his fingers in and out of her slowly, removing the wand when she started to tighten her pussy. "Don't cum without permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Don't cum." She panted. Pop! That dreaded wooden spoon again. Oh it stung so good and so bad at the same time. "Yes, Sir. Don't cum without permission." Her breathing labored and she felt her knees start to buckle beneath her.

"Stand up, love. Hold on to the sink. Do you wanna cum now?" He pushed his fingers in and out of her in a slow steady pace and held the wand on her clit with immense pressure.

"Yes, Sir! Please let me cum!" She was writhing with pleasure and couldn't take much more. She needed this. She needed to cum around his fingers, caressing her from the inside.

"Not yet, love. Don't cum until I give you permission." He took the wand off and removed his fingers. Pop! Another smack of the wooden spoon. He was really driving home that the chores needed to be done before he returned home every day. "Beg for it, Wild Flower. Beg your Sir to let you cum! I wanna believe you want it."

"Please, Sir! Please, Sir, let me cum now. I need to feel you inside me and I need to cum for my Sir!" He put the wand back on her clit and put his fingers deep in her begging pussy and continued the slow and methodical torture. Her breathing quickened and her body tightened around him. "Please, Sir! Please!"

"Cum, Wild flower! Cum for your Sir!" Before he could finish giving his permission she was cumming hard and fast and her pussy was convulsing around his fingers, her body shaking. She was moaning and calling his name and thanking him with every wave of orgasm. She was squirting all down his arm, pouring down his arm and puddling on the floor. "Good girl, Wild Flower, good girl. You are so beautiful when you cum for me."