A Marriage Redefined Ch 01

Chapter 1: A Walk in the Woods.

As part of our holiday vacation my wife Diana and I arranged to stay at a quiet mountain resort in Virginia. We hoped to recharge ourselves and enjoy the air and the rustic scenery, perhaps include a hike or a horseback ride. On the drive out Diana mentioned that I seemed to be letting myself go a bit lately and maybe I could use the next few days to get back in better shape. I couldn't really disagree with her comments because I knew I wasn't anywhere close to her physical condition. She is slim but strong and always looks great. I was determined to make the most of this break from our hectic work/family routine and shed a few pounds. I manage a specialized library and Diana runs her own business. While my salary is adequate she is really the major income producer.

The charming horsy quality of the inn surprised me; the whole place was decked out with the paraphernalia that you associate with fox hunting. Photographs of champions, silver cups, redcoats and brass horns adorned the walls. There was no shortage of caps, boots, spurs, or crops either. Neither of us is particularly involved in hunting or horseback riding, but as I say, the place had its charm. The owner was an attractive if slightly masculine Englishwoman named Claire. She showed us around the hotel and introduced us to the chef, Agnes; the Concierge, Bonnie; the Stable master Renee and the other senior staff. I asked if there were any men on the staff and Claire said "of course! We have waiters, custodians, stable boys and many others but, yes, women are in charge here." I think I noted an expression of satisfaction on Diana's face at this comment. I could see too that she was pleased with the accommodations.

We got to the room and I unpacked our bags while Diana freshened up.

Dressed in leather boots and dark hose with a long black skirt a cashmere cardigan over a silk blouse with elegant bulgari scarf around her neck she looked to be the epitome sophistication and propriety. Her black hair was cut stylishly short emphasizing her glistening dark eyes and moist red lips. Once again I was captivated.

"We are going for a walk," she announced

While I was much less elegant in my corduroys and flannel shirt, I was happy to oblige.

It was a warm October afternoon and the leaves were just beginning to change. L. set the pace for a brisk walk, and I followed just a few steps behind. After 2 miles I thought we might think of slowing down or turning back but Diana declined saying "I'm going to take you places you've never been before." A sexy smile crossed her face. We went deeper into the woods. We chatted for another mile or so and then the terrain grew steeper. Diana stopped abruptly on a rocky slope and turned around to look down at me.

"I want to talk to you about something that has been developing for some time now. I know you like to please me if you can and sometimes you do. Would you agree that I am the driving force in this relationship?"

I nodded uncertainly.

"Good." She rubbed her hand on my chest as she said this. My nipples became erect.

"Now it is time that we acknowledged our positions in this marriage, don't you agree?

I didn't really understand what she was getting at but I didn't object.

"I earn $250,000 a year that, along with my inheritance, allows us comforts like weekends at country inns. You are earning $42,000." She continued.

I had to agree with that, the numbers were irrefutable.

"Without me you would still be a graduate student or maybe a clerk at Barnes & Noble."

As humiliating as it felt, I had to agree with that too.

"I guide our social life, family life, investments, the design of our home, basically I decide everything. Hmm? She raised her eyebrows inquisitively.

"Well I help don't I?" I offered.

"Sure you do honey, I especially appreciate your work in the garden, and with the laundry and washing the dishes."

I smiled dumbly.

"Also you are not like some of those sexist men that I have to work with downtown. You don't feel like you have to conform to some television stereotype of macho man do you?

"Of course not." I agreed. "I pride my self on being different from the crowd and having an open mind."

"Perfect, because we are about to embark on a journey that is not along the common path. From now on I will assert my dominant role and you will submit to my authority in all areas of our life. Some aspects may be difficult for you at first but soon you will see that it is just a confirmation of the natural order."

Before I could say anything, she kissed me. My mouth opened to accept her thrusting tongue. At the same time her right hand rubbed hard against my crotch and the left continued to stroke my chest. A moan escaped from within me. When I responded, trying to slip my tongue into her mouth she rubbed more firmly with her hand and then closed her teeth. Her bite was hard but it sent a charge through my whole body. She took her hands off me and began to unbutton the top of her cardigan and blouse. With her hand on the back of me head she directed my face to her firm breasts. My cheeks brushed against her bosom while my mouth sought her protruding nipple. My head was reeling from the pleasure.

"Lick me" she ordered. I needed little encouragement.

As I moved from one breast to the next and then back again, she kept one hand gripped on my hair. The other slid down inside her skirt and stockings and under the black silk panties.

"Suck me. Yes like that. Mmm that feels good. Use your teeth, ohh yes, yes."

I could feel her finger gliding along her dark delta. I knew she was getting more and more aroused. I wanted to unbutton my pants but her hand kept pressing my head to her breasts. All I could do was follow her commands.

"Lick me, Lick me, ohh your tongue feels so good."

She was penetrating herself with one, two, or three fingers, I couldn't tell for sure, as she massaged her clitoris with the palm of her hand. Her moans grew deeper and louder.

"Lick me, Suck me, Lick me!" She repeated over and over again, all the while pleasuring her sex. I licked and sucked as rapidly as possible until suddenly she arched her back as the orgasm flowed over her body. "Oh yes, God yes." She exclaimed.

I was ready to continue, I wanted intercourse and my cock was ready.

Recovering from her climax, Diana placed her wet hand under my nose.

"Breath in" she said.

"Now get on your knees"

As I assumed that position she stuck her middle finger in my mouth.

"Suck this while you masturbate"

I pulled my throbbing cock out and began to stroke, my mouth closed around her finger. I quickly shot a load into my hand. Even though my knees hurt from the rocks the orgasm was a welcome release. Before I could wipe my hand off she gave me another shocking order.

"Lick it clean and swallow."

I looked up at her in amazement.

"Go on do it, you will like it."

Slowly I licked the sperm off my hand. The musky liquid caught on the back of my mouth for a moment but I swallowed. I looked up again to let her know I had done as I was told.

"This is a good start. Now pull yourself together and let's walk back to the inn."

Again I did as I was told. We talked some more on the way back and it dawned on me that things were changing but maybe that was a good thing. Or maybe this was just a confirmation of the way we were meant to be.

Diana explained to me, "For too long I have felt confined, restricted in a traditional marital arrangement. I need to investigate new experiences and express myself. I know that you are devoted to me and I intend to keep you as my husband albeit in a submissive role. It may be difficult for you at first but you will adapt. I will guide you and instruct you and correct you if necessary. Really it is not so different from our marriage so far."

I had to think about that but I was glad I was still going to be her husband.

"Follow my lead, do as I say, and you will not be humiliated. But...if you resist you will suffer. We have begun today and your first lesson is: In lovemaking my satisfaction comes first, always, and yours will come when and how I say."

Now this just seemed impossible to me. "That's not fair." I blurted out.

"It is not equal but it is fair." She replied calmly.

"No it is not." I insisted

In a flash her sensuous mouth grew hard. "Don't resist this or you will regret it."

"But it's not right, husbands have always been the leaders, I have to put my foot down before this goes too far." I was raising my voice.

I didn't expect the slap, so hard it brought tears to my eyes. Nor was I prepared when she pulled down the sides of my jacket pinning my hands. I fell to the ground and she was on top of me. Her strong hand gripped my head again but this time my face was in the dirt.

"You will never speak to me like that again. Is that clear? The idea that you could be the leader is laughable. You are nothing more than a sissy-boy. If you like, think of it as trading places, I am the husband and you are the wife. I am the dominant and you the submissive. Or perhaps you could be my pet dog. If you can't accept it then I will leave you and you will be on your own. Do you want that?"

With that she released me and got up and walked away. After a moment I got up and ran to her. I knew I had only one option.

"I'm sorry. I don't want to lose you, this is just so new to me. I think I can adjust just don't leave me."

Her face had softened a little. "I accept your apology but consider yourself on probation. Now dust yourself off."

She licked her thumb and wiped some dirt from my cheek.

We walked back silently but I was elated when she reached out to hold my hand. I was learning.

...

When we got back to the Inn Renee greeted us.

"Well that was quite a walk. You've been gone for two hours."

"We had some things to sort out." Diana explained

I looked down at the ground while they spoke.

"You have time to clean up before dinner." Renee was looking at me as she said this.

Back in the room, Diana stepped out of her clothes to take a shower. One of the nicest features of this Inn was the spacious bathroom with a large walk-in shower and double porcelain sinks and ceramic tiled counters. The floors were terracotta and mirrors took up most of one wall a bidet and toilet were arranged against the opposing wall, plenty of room to move and storage for towels and toiletries. As we entered this luxurious space I was once again in awe of Diana's body and beauty. She handed me her stockings and panties and said, "Wash these in cold water with the mild soap."

I got a shiver of delight as I washed her lingerie. I admit I took a long sniff before delicately cleaning the panties that were soaked with her juices from the encounter in the woods. I gently hung them on a rack over the toilet. Just in time to respond to her next command.

"Bring me a towel"

I was ready with two big fluffy white hotel towels. I draped one over her shoulders and began to pat her dry, starting at the feet and moving up.

"Now the lotion."

It occurred to me that the balance of our relationship had really been established long ago because I had performed these intimate services many times before. I knew precisely what French body lotion to grab and I applied it methodically according to her preferences that were already well known to me. Beginning with the feet and up the legs to her behind, torso and breasts, and finally the arms. She was justifiably proud of her body, so fit and clean and now moisturized and smelling faintly of lavender.

"That's what I like. You see it's not so hard."

I was pleased as well.

I showered and dressed as quickly as possible. L. had on her boots and skirt again with a new pair of stockings. Now her blouse was a shimmery champagne color and she wore a matching light wool shawl instead of a cardigan. L. had selected gray wool slacks and a deep blue shirt with a pair of gold cufflinks for me. I already knew this was an outfit she approved of.

Dinner was a pleasant surprise and another new experience. A dozen small tables set with white cloths and candles were arranged in a midsize room. In colder weather I imagine a fire would blaze in the big stone fireplace. Here too the walls were decorated with images and objects related to horse riding and fox hunting like old engravings of races and bridles and English saddles and crops. It had all been arranged so tastefully.

I looked hungrily at the menu handed to us by a solicitous young waiter. Diana selected a dry white wine to begin with. When the waiter came back to take our order I was ready for the beer glazed pork chops with mashed potatoes and gravy. I thought I might have the crab cake appetizer as well. The waiter turned to Diana

"For Madame tonight"

"I will have a half dozen oysters to start and then the Filet Mignon , medium rare. You can bring me a frisee salad with the steak."

Now it was my turn.

"I will start with the crab cake and then go to the pork chops."

"No he won't," she interjected. "He will have the Frisee salad as an appetizer and the Trout almandine. Unlike you, he has to watch his figure." She looked the waiter, Seth was his name, in the eye as she spoke. She had already given him the once over and taken in the quality of his physique. Her returned her gaze for a moment before averting his eyes in deference.

"Certainly, Madame." he responded. Without even a glance toward me he took our order to Agnes the chef. I sipped my wine quietly.

"They really run things well here don't you agree?" She was admiring the décor as she spoke. "I will let you have an oyster from my plate." That was the only reference she made to the dietary correction. I was not willing to admit, out loud at least, that she had been right to change my order. I was getting a bit of a handle at my waist.

Trying to change the subject I asked, "Do you plan to go riding?"

"Yes, as soon as possible and tomorrow at the latest." She smiled lasciviously at the double entendre. I wondered what she might mean. We chatted for a few more minutes about the trails and some other activities we might try.

Seth came back with our appetizers.

Diana spoke to him again to order some red wine for her main course. She brazenly placed her hand over his and held it as she spoke to him. Again she looked him straight in the eyes as she considered the possibilities. I may have imagined it but it seemed like she made some slight stroking movements with her middle finger. Curiously I felt less jealous than aroused at this momentary scene. Throughout our dinner Diana flirted with the waiter. I imagined what it might look if they made love together. I felt the tremor between my loins. I could just see her legs wrapped around his, her hands gripping his back as they climaxed together.

I shook my head to clear the tableau from my mind.

When the appetizers arrived Diana turned her attention to me once more. Oysters were among her favorite foods. After squeezing lemon over all of them she lifted a shell to her mouth. Tipping it so the slippery animal slid onto her outstretched tongue. I gazed at the erotic spectacle.

"Here's one for you."

I leaned forward and she held my chin while I slurped in the cold salty lemony flavor.

"Yummy."

Dinner continued in this intimate manner. We shared bites from each other's entrees. Despite Seth's periodic intrusions, Diana was very attentive to me.

When coffee and dessert were served Claire came by to exchange a few pleasantries.

"Well I can see the value of a long walk. You two make quite the romantic couple."

I blushed.

"Do you have plans for tomorrow."

"I want to go riding. All your decorations are really getting me in the mood."

"Yes we have some beautiful vintage equipment here." As she spoke Claire reached over and pulled a leather crop from its place on the wall. "Take a look at the fine craftsmanship here, English late 19th century. See how well the carved handle fits in your hand"

Diana held the rod and gave a flick. "Lovely."

"Why don't you take it with you for your ride?

"Oh how thoughtful of you"

Just a few minutes later we finished and headed back upstairs I was surprised to feel a pinch on my behind as we were leaving the dining room. Especially because the chef, Agnes had a clear view. I didn't have the nerve to turn around. But I was excited by Diana's brazen act. This was our little sign that she was in the mood. At the top of the stairs she stopped me and stuck her tongue in my ear.

"When we get to the room I want you to strip down to your underwear."

...

In my shorts and tee shirt I lay on my stomach as directed. Diana assumed a position straddling my back. She still had on her boots and stockings but the skirt had been removed. Leaning over me Diana reached under my shirt to pinch my nipples. I had to bite the pillow to keep from screaming but when she stopped I begged for more. The pincer-like pressure continued as she whispered huskily into my ear

"I'm the man here and you are mine to do with as I please. Do you understand?"

"Whatever you say. I'm really turned on, let's fuck" Suddenly I felt a sharp sting on my backside. I couldn't really see but it felt like the quick flick of the leather riding crop.

"You don't make demands. You follow instructions. Is that clear?

"Huh?" I was a little drunk.

Another sting on my buttocks. In the back of my head I knew that this was the natural order of things for us. I didn't really fight it but the realization was a little slow.

"You serve me."

The firm statement offered no possibility of dissent but still my response was incoherent.

Whish, sting.

"You are my slut" Again her stern confident voice in my ear was like a light guiding my way.

"Yes" I managed tentatively

Whish, sting.

"Say it"

"I am your slut," I whimpered. I couldn't believe those words fell so naturally from my lips.

"Who do you serve?"

"I serve my wife Mistress Diana."

"Good boy." She cooed over me. "Now pull down your boxers and spread you legs for me.

I obeyed immediately. Then I lifted my hips according to her instructions. My one wish was to accommodate her desire.

Diana gripped my torso and began to push against my bare bottom. She had maneuvered the crop so that the polished wooden handle was directly over her vagina, held in place by her pantyhose. As she gyrated it stimulated her and she moved more quickly. I could feel the hard object working against my anus. While my erection grew her thrusts became more intense and faster, between moans her breathing was ragged. Soon she was bucking and grunting her nails digging into my flesh. I held onto the end of the mattress desperately. I knew from her long deep moan, "uuhhhhhhhhhhh" that she had climaxed. She fell on top of me sweaty and disheveled. The crop was right between my buttocks.

I was very aroused but as I slid my hand down with the thought of stroking my member she stopped me short.

"Maybe there will be time for that later but right now I need a glass of water and then maybe some wine." She rolled off me and onto the bed as she spoke.

I pulled up my shorts and went across the room. The San Pellegrino fizzed as I poured her glass.

"Oh honey, that's just what I wanted. Now why don't you go down and get a nice bottle of Italian red wine from the restaurant?"

I was both sexually frustrated and content to fulfill her wishes as I got on my sweat pants and shirt and shoes to go down stairs for the wine. I still had a bulging erection when I passed Claire in the hall. Only the slightest twitch of her lips let me know that she was aware of my condition.

Agnes, the large -boned Swedish chef, was less discreet. When I asked for the wine she questioned me as to exactly what type L preferred. "From Tuscany?" "Lombardy?" "Umbria?" Her large breasts captivated my attention. "Are you sure she doesn't want it French?" Again and again she looked to my crotch as she interrogated me. Her attention, as well as her handsome figure and face, kept me aroused. Finally, as I left with a the bottle of Chianti she slyly offered, "You do want to be sure to please Madame don't you?"