Attitude Adjustment
[This is a story of a loving wife who trains her husband with the use of ruined orgasms and chastity. If this is not your cup of tea, that's okay. For this who appreciate this kind of love, awesome! If you don't like it, then don't read further. But if it really bothers you, and you insist on tormenting yourself, please do so, and then leave a really low rating, and use your time and energy to leave many long and nasty comments too. I love hate mail.]
"Come here V, I have a something for you," she said, leading him to their bedroom. V followed L up the stairs eagerly, for it was Christmas Eve, and he was all gaga for surprises from his sweet and sexy wife. "Do you remember when you made you wish some weeks ago?"
"You mean the one about getting orally pleasured by you?" he asked in growing anticipation.
"Yes, but you described it more crudely from what I recall. The exact words were something like 'I want to face fuck you and come in your mouth and see you swallow it like a good slut.' And it sounded more like a demand than a request. Does that ring a bell honey?" she asked.
"Oh yeah, baby, now you're talking my kind of Christmas Eve!" he exclaimed, closing and locking the bedroom door.
"Yes, well, let's see. You know I don't respond well to such demands," L countered. The smile on his face vanished. "But it is X-mas eve, so I thought of a way to fulfill your wish." With a sly grin, she had him take his clothes off, then blindfolded him. He expected to feel her kneel in front of him and suck his erection. A minute later, she came around behind him, pulled his hands behind his back, and then tie them together tightly. His erection grew in anticipation of a completely effortless blowjob where his hands could relax and his mind could imagine what his eyes could not see.
L tapped his cock lightly, then instructed him to step his leg into something. Then the other foot. She pulled it up, tucked his dick inside, pointing it down. 'Oh shit, no...' he thought to himself, realizing that she had put him into a pair of soft silky panties. He felt the tightness of the panties near the crotch. He could feel the lacy edges of the panties with his fingers behind his back. Then to his horror, he felt his wife pull something else up along both arms. Unknown to him, when she cuffed his wrists earlier, she had also put his hands through the straps of a bra. She quickly pulled the bra into position and hooked it together in the front.
"There you go. Much better. Now I'd like you stand here and think about what you said to me and the tone of how you said it," she whispered, leading him to stand in the corner.
"Oh come on, love, it was just me expressing a wish. That's all. You're over-reacting!" he complained.
"Over-reacting? Was it a respectable thing for a sissy to make sexual demands of his mistress and treat her like a slut?" she doubled down. He went quiet. "You think about it while I take a shower."
He stood in the corner, dressed in panties and bra, blindfolded with his hands tied. His erection had dampened down now due to uncertainty. When she returned, he started to blather an apology for his tone. "I'm really sorry. I should not have said it like that. It was a simple request. What I meant to ask was that if I was worthy of oral sex, I would like it... but I'm sorry for the misunderstanding..."
She stopped him. "V. your words are good to hear, but what's spoken is done, and can't be taken back, now can it?" she asked, leading him to the bed.
"No mistress, it can't be taken back, but I'm apologizing."
"Words are cheap, husband. Lie down on your back," L instructed. He felt a sinking feeling about what was about to happen, but he had little choice. Soon he was on his back in the middle of the bed, with his hands still tied together. She tied his ankles to the feet of the bed, stretching him out into a Y-shaped formation. She tugged his panties down, just far enough to let his cock spring out.
