The House of Pleasure
I arrived home from work that fateful Friday evening to be greeted at the door by a huge grin on her face and a wicked gleam in her gorgeous brown eyes. She was wearing her nightgown all pulled up around her and different but gorgeous makeup job when she met me at the door.
"Uhh... Hi, Babe...what's up?" I asked in a rather puzzled tone. She said nothing as she took my arm and ushered me into the living room still just grinning at me and not saying a word.
Once we arrived in the living room, she stood me in the middle of the space. Finally, she spoke. "Close your eyes Baby," she said in a seductive tone, "I have a surprise in store for you," I did as instructed and felt hands removing my sweater and T-shirt. I cooperated enthusiastically. "Okay, good!" she squeaked. "Now, I'm going to teach you a Command word," she mentioned as she stalked off behind me, trailing her fingers across my abs as she went, heightening the mood. When I say the Command word 'Hands', you will present your hands to me wherever I am. If I'm at your back, you present them to me behind your back. If I am at your front, you present them to me a your front. Do you understand?"
"Okay?" I replied, still somewhat at a loss but still willing to play along.
"Perfect!" she said in a smug tone. "'Hands!'" the order came. I slid my hands behind my back and instantly recognized the feel and sound of a pair of handcuffs being applied. "Close your eyes, Baby. You'll enjoy this," she whispered into my ear. I complied with her direction.
"To your knees!" she said sternly giving the cuffs a sharp jerk downward. I stumbled and involuntarily crashed to the carpet with her still holding the cuffs so I was bent forward on my knees.
"Open your eyes, now!" she demanded. As my eyes opened, I beheld my lady's tender feet wrapped in black patent leather thigh high boots. As I looked up and, as my eyes cleared the boots, I noticed black stockings being held up by garter belts attached to a black bustier with red ribbon accents and black, see through and already damp, crotchless panties. Her huge, triple D breasts were held up and out in cups built into the garment with holes in the tips fit for her luscious nipples. At her left side was one of my belts bent in double hanging on a loop, obviously her chosen instrument of dominance. Dark and smoky shadowing around her chocolate brown eyes coupled with her mascara made them look large and mysterious. Just the twinkle that was always there remained of my sweet wife. Now, she was a mistress with deep red nails and deeper red lipstick to round out the ensemble.
"I am Mistress Felicia," she said imperiously as her gorgeous, thick auburn hair flowed about her shoulders like something alive. "Welcome to The House of Pleasure. You may address me only as Mistress, Mistress Felicia or Ma'am. I understand you wish to be trained to serve. If this is true, lick my boot." She raised the cuffs, naturally dipping my face toward her gorgeous black boot. I was a little bewildered but decided to play further as I looked up into her eyes to be sure. They glinted as I complied with the instruction, stuck out my tongue and licked her lovely boot with long strokes.
"Very good!" she purred looking down on my activities. "There is a Command Word for this activity, and that is 'Worship'. When I say the word 'Worship' and extend a body part or object to you, you will lavish adoration that part or object. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," I replied, beginning to submit to her will.
"'Worship!" she commanded, indicating her boot.
As I busied myself with my appointed task, she leaned down and brushed her fingers over the back of my neck. "Is this what you were expecting, Baby? Is this what you want?" she enquired in a soft, caring voice. I felt my will begin to collapse in on itself faster and faster as she touched me.
"Yes," I said looking up into her big, beautiful brown eyes not understanding the ramifications of my answer and action. Her belt was off the hook at her waist and in her hand in an instant. It came down sharply on my still clothed ass. I winced, yelped and jumped as the blow landed; but, at the same time, a delicious thrill ran through my entire being.
"You will address me only as Mistress, Mistress Felicia or Ma'am!" she repeated severely. "The correct response to any question from me is 'yes Mistress Felicia', 'yes Mistress' or 'yes Ma'am'. The correct answer to any other woman is 'Yes Ma'am'. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," came my immediate response. My body was alive with excitement about what she had planned and where this was leading. "I wonder what brought all this on?" I thought.
"Good!" she cooed. "I think you'll train very nicely! However," her voice darkened, "you have also contravened one of the first of the rules of the House. 'The slave will never look directly into the eyes of his Mistress or any other woman unless directed'. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," I replied, suddenly substantially more subdued and regarding the belt now swinging menacingly in her left hand.
She regarded me for long moments. I learned then that time loses meaning in the House of Pleasure. It could have been thirty seconds or ten minutes. I could virtually hear the sweat beading on my brow when she finally gently said "You are new so I will only give you fifteen lashes of the belt instead of twenty that you deserve through your clothing to cushion the blow," she giggled. "This is a good opportunity to start teaching you more Command Words as well," she mused.
"More Command Words?" I considered "How far down the rabbit hole did you go?" I thought as my apprehension began to rise.
"When I say the word 'Present', you are to either to spin on your hands and knees and present your sweet ass toward me; or, if you are standing, turn around and bend over, presenting that sweet ass to me to do with whatever pleases me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," I uttered, now feeling thoroughly subdued. "My adorable little wife is about to give me fifteen lashes with a two inch leather belt for infractions of rules I didn't even know existed!" I pondered. The ideas rammed and smashed in my head. I could no longer believe what I was experiencing.
She let go of the cuffs and squeezed off her shot. "'Present'!" she demanded authoritatively.
I squirrelled around on my hands and knees and did my best to obey the command. When my ass was pointing up at her, she mentioned "Very good, my new Submissive! Now, you are not allowed to move, slave. That would be another infraction. Oh, now you have learned two rules for the price of one!" she giggled. "You count!" she commanded as she brought the belt down hard against my jutting ass.
This was my first experience of pain at the hands of my wife, now Mistress. "One!" I gasped as the pain reverberated through my body. It was a delicious new sensation, and I could very quickly become addicted to it. My cock stirred and actually began to harden. "I'll have to be careful!" I thought.
"What?" she yelled, bringing he belt down across my still stinging ass.
"One... Mistress!" I said a little louder.
