My wife called me last Friday. Nothing strange in that except for some of the questions she was asking. She asked the normal like what were my plans for the weekend and when would I be home and such, but she also asked things like what was my favorite color lingerie, and did I prefer oils or sex lubrications. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I knew she had something up her sleeve. I found out later that she did!
I had a long time fantasy for her to totally dominate me. Not just dominate but turn me into her bitch. She never said no, but I could tell she wasn’t really hip on the idea either. We had played around a bit. The usual, you know. I had tied her to the bed, “spanked” her with a leather paddle. We even have a little rubber whip, but that’s about as far as it went. I was shocked when she called back later telling me that she would be home in 20 minutes. I had better have the house clean, dishes done, and be naked and kneeling at the door with the paddle in my teeth when she got there. If I wasn’t in that position with the chores done, there was no telling WHEN she would ever have sex with me again. I was in trouble. I was about 10 minutes away form the house myself. Like a madman I sped home and swept through the house trying to tidy up as best I could. I hardly had time to realize that my darkest fantasy was about to become a reality!
When I heard the lock in the door turn, I almost chickened out. We had only discussed general things, not details like how far she would take this or what I thought I could endure. She entered holding some bags from various stores and quickly closed the door behind her. I started to get up and welcome her, but that was not what she wanted.
“I did NOT tell you to get up!” She snarled.
In shock I knelt back down. “Sorry”, I said.
She knelt down and looked me straight I the eye with a mixture of love and dominance that I can’t describe. “Until I say otherwise, you will address me as Mistress and you will not speak unless I speak to you. This is MY game and we will play by MY rules. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Mistress.” I heard myself say.
“Good,” she said. “Now take these bags into the bedroom, get I the shower and get cleaned up while I order something to eat. I started to peek in the bags, but she must have read my mind.
“If you even think about looking in those bags you will pay dearly!”
I knew she wasn’t kidding so I undressed and hopped in the shower. I had been in there about 5 minutes when I got the shock of ice cold water poured on me. I screamed out in surprise.
“That is for not answering me with a ‘Yes, Mistress’, earlier and for thinking about peeking in those bags.
“Yes, Mistress”, I replied fearing another ice cold drenching.
“Be sure to shave…………and shave everything” she told me.
“Everything?” I asked.
I was answered by the shower curtain ripping back and a glare that told me she meant business and no more questions.
“Yes, Mistress.”
As I was toweling off I heard her in the bedroom, opening the bags she’d brought home. She was humming to herself like nothing different was going on.
“Come in here. I have some things for you to try on.”
“Yes, Mistress.” I was not going to make the mistake of not answering her again.
When I opened the door I couldn’t believe my eyes. There laid out on the bed were several nighties, teddies, and even a garter set in various shades of my favorite color, blue. There were also a few sex toys, a couple of whips, some leather restraints, a spreader bar. All things I had seen on various websites. She held a collar in her hand.
“Once I put this collar on you, You are mine to do with as I please until I take it off. That may be tonight. It may be Sunday. It may be next week. Do you understand?”
A million thoughts raced through my mind. Did I really want this? What about work? I slowly nodded my head. I did want this, I wanted to please her and do anything for her. I knew she would not betray my trust in her.
“I should reprimand you for not answering properly, but I will let this one go.” With that she snapped the collar around my neck and it was done. I was hers for as long as she wanted.
“Pick out something to wear and put it on”, she said matter of factly. “The pizza will be here any minute.”
In shock I looked at the various silky garments. I could not believe I was about to do this…..or that I had asked for it! I finally decided on a powder blue pull over sort of nightie that barely covered my butt and slipped it on. The soft smooth material actually felt good against my skin. My wife reappeared holding something behind her back and wearing an almost evil grin.
“That looks very nice. Bend over the bed face down. You might want to grab a pillow or something, because this is going to be somewhat uncomfortable.”
With that last statement I realized what I was in for. She slid a small butt plug between the cheeks of my ass. It was well lubricated, but I was scared as hell! When she started to inch it into me I tensed up like I has been stung.
“It’s only a small plug. If you relax, this will be a lot easier. I want you to know what it feels like when you want me to do this!”
I relaxed and the plug slid in almost on its own like my ass was sucking it in!
“Stand up,” she ordered.
It was difficult with the plug in my ass, but once I got use to it, not all that uncomfortable.
“You will wear this until I say you can take it out.”
What did that mean? Was she going to leave it in all night? All weekend? How long? My thoughts were cut short by the doorbell ringing. Thankfully I was in the bedroom, so the delivery person couldn’t see me. Or so I thought.
“Joanna, get the door please!”
Who the hell was Joanna? My wife came back into the room and looked at me sternly.
“Joanna! Get the door! The pizza is here!”
I looked at my wife utter disbelief. She wanted me to answer the door like this?! And she was going to call me Joanna now?! I looked into her unyielding eyes. She was serious.
“Yes, Mistress”