I didn't realise how badly I had fucked up until two weeks later. I mean, I knew I had upset my wife when my work do ran late and I completely forgot about our dinner but I didn't realise just how pissed off she was at the time.
More than anything else, this was the second time it had happened -- I didn't mean to but that didn't help me later.
She'd waited at the restaurant for two hours before my drunken phone call, all apologetic and pathetic and at the time she'd been angry but had told me that it wasn't a big deal, these things happen.
I knew there would be some sort of repercussion, she is very dominant in the bedroom and when I'm with her I'm very submissive -- but I thought it would be a month without orgasms, or fucking her with the big but-plug up my ass or something.
In a way, I was right about the orgasms.
Let me describe both us and the nature of our sexual relationship to give you a better picture. My name is Jake - I'm 32, 6'3" (and a bit) and I'm reliably informed that I'm a very attractive guy. I'm fit, muscular and spend a lot of time in the gym making myself attractive for my wife, Sarah.
She is a schoolteacher -- she's a slim, petit 5'4" with long brunette hair, small boobs and has a gorgeous face and figure. She's five years younger than me and we've been married for a little over two years. One of the main reasons we are so happy with each other is that we are so compatible in the bedroom and we both make a lot of effort to keep ourselves sexy for each other.
As soon as we started seeing each other I knew she was the woman for me, she has a cruel streak a mile wide when it comes to sex and loves to be in total control in the bedroom, in fact she always gets her hardest orgasms when she is being cruel or mean.
I am quite the opposite and love giving myself over completely to her, even if what happens is painful (which it frequently is) or humiliating (ditto).
Having said that, both of us want to keep our sex lives fresh, so we decided early on that a 24/7 or 'every time we have sex' sort of arrangement would get old very quickly. So our compromise is that even during vanilla sex she has complete control over when and how I orgasm and that once a month (or more if she's in the mood) we have at least a weekend of 24/7 where I have to do/dress/say/act/endure however or whatever she wishes.
This has worked out very well, we talk and fantasise a lot during normal sex and the restricted amount of 'fun stuff' means it's always special. Sarah generally chooses a few days prior to her period as the time she wants a slave -- it means she doesn't feel guilty about being hormonal or just in a bad mood - and it's the time of the month she is at her horniest and most malicious.
After I had inadvertently stood her up I wasn't allowed an orgasm, she didn't come right out and say it but whenever we fucked I would ask (or indeed as time went on, beg) her permission and she would just smile and say 'not tonight honey.'
I had expected this so I did my best not to let my mounting frustration distract me from my day to day, though this became increasingly difficult as time went on. She seemed to want sex more and more as we approached our next slave weekend, wearing skimpy clothing at all times and having orgasm after orgasm on my face or cock without letting me cum, regardless of how much I begged.
The evil woman even spent a lot of time describing to me just how good it had felt after we finished, her all sweaty and spent -- whispering in my ear -- and me lying there rigid with tension, my throbbing erection yearning to explode. I must have gotten about 3 hours sleep a night that second week!
The Friday came and as I prepared myself in the shower, she likes my groin shaved (trust me, I'm not small down there, in fact I am quietly proud of the old boy but shaving makes it look both a lot better and bigger) and for me to be 100% scrubbed clean for her. I mentally prepared myself for what I was sure would be an ordeal over the following couple of days, it didn't help though.
Sarah got home from work to find me in my customary position -- on my knees on the bed with my face in the pillow, my hands cuffed behind my back -- and promptly uncuffed me and told me to prepare food and then get ready to go out clubbing.
This was a departure from what normally happens, generally she would jump on my face until she had cum a few times, relieving the stress of a hard day's work. I think that then is when I realised then that something was up.
I made her food and massaged her feet while she ate before she scraped her leftovers into a little bowl for me to eat off the floor. She loves to do this; it always gives her a thrill to humiliate me like that.
She stood up and walked upstairs to the bedroom before calling out;
'Once you've eaten, dress up smart -- I want you looking good. We're going to The Brickhouse tonight.'
The Brickhouse is an alternative club in London that I knew she used to frequent before we met, it seemed odd but then I wasn't in a position to argue with her. I finished my scraps, washed up and went to the bedroom to get dressed. Sarah was drying her hair, I could see she had already put on a short tartan skirt and was wearing a tight, cropped tank top.
I waited for about ten mins while she finished up and when she walked down the stairs my cock immediately became hard. Her makeup was heavy and whorish with dark red lipstick, heavy mascara and her hair in cute bunches.
The short skirt barely came to mid thigh and she was wearing her 5" fetish ankle boots with white knee high socks. The cropped tank-top strained over her pert and obviously bra-less boobs - and wonderfully perky things they are too -- while revealing her toned and flat stomach.
She stood at the bottom of the stairs looking at me for a few seconds before doing a little twirl.
'So,' she asked with a grin, 'Whadda you think?'
'You look amazing Mistress!' I stammered. I could already feel pre-cum oozing out of my erection just from looking at her.
'Do you want to fuck me?' She asked.
'Yes Mistress,' I replied, 'I would like nothing more.'
She grinned at me again, 'well come upstairs honey, I'm feeling horny!'
Like a puppy I followed her luscious ass as she walked up the stairs, from the angle behind and below her I could see the tiny red thong that covered her neat, shaved little pussy, the string disappearing in-between her creamy cheeks.
She stopped by the bed as we got into the bedroom and looked me up and down.
'Strip' she commanded.
