"So what are we going to do about our invitation to dinner of the guy who had his fingers in my pussy?" Chloe asked, challenging Chris.
"I don't know, it would be very rude to just cancel wouldn't it?" He replied.
"Well, we could just wait and see what comes up on the fantasies on Friday, maybe it will be a good thing if he comes to dinner, depending on the challenge?"
"Maybe," Chris responded doubtfully, "but what about this cage, I've had it on since the weekend, and it's Wednesday now, can I get some relief?"
"No babe, not until the weekend, after the challenge, you should know that by now. That doesn't stop you using your wonderful tongue on me though."
Chris got the message instantly, and got on his knees between Chloe's knees and started to remove her jeans and panties. Since starting on the exploration of fantasies, Chloe had developed an insatiable desire for cunnilingus. Chris had licked her to orgasm at least once per day, and at the weekend it was two or three times each day, but he loved doing it, and it never failed to turn him on.
What turned him on even more, was when she specifically denied him sexual relief, and then demanded his services. This occasion was no exception, and his constricted penis was pushing to escape it's little prison, as he settled down to lick his wife to yet another satisfying orgasm.
Chris's mind began to wander, as he performed his well practised oral technique, and he started to go over what Chloe had just said about the finger man, which didn't seem to make sense, why not just cancel him? Was she thinking of going ahead with his visit, and what difference did the challenge make?
Before Chris could come up with an answer, Chloe was approaching her climax, so he had to concentrate on what he was doing.
After Chloe's orgasm had subsided, she patted her husband on the head.
"That was lovely darling, you're really good at that. Why don't you carry on licking me, but very gently, I want us to have a little chat. Actually I'm going to talk, and you are going to listen."
Chloe pushed down on Chris's head and pulled him in to her damp pussy.
"Good boy," she said, as he started licking her slit, "just keep doing that and don't interrupt me."
Chris continued licking, wondering what she was going to say.
"Since we started this journey, we've settled in to a regime which I would never have dreamt of, and I need to tell you, that I am now living in a personal heaven. I have total control of your sex life, and therefore of you, I keep you frustrated while having an incredible, totally selfish sex life, I dress like a tart and loads of men hit on me all the time, I punish you for the most minor infractions, and sometimes I punish you for no reason at all. Today I want to tell you that I have decided that this life is now permanent."
"Mnnff." Chris tried to speak.
"I told you not to speak, if you do it again, I'm going to give your balls such a kicking! Now, where was I, oh yes, so you are effectively my slave, and as we go forwards, I'm going to formalise that, but first, the fantasies. We are going to continue doing them, but there will be a major change. In future I will decide what the fantasy is, and how we are going to incorporate it into our lives. You will not express an opinion, you will just obey. I think we are going to have lot's of fun. Now, make me cum again, I'm getting horny just thinking of fun ideas."
Thursday evening Chloe was very demanding again, so Chris spent all of the evening, after the dinner he cooked was finished, with his head between Chloe's legs, making her cum repeatedly. On Friday evening Chris cooked again and when he had finished clearing up he reported to his dominant wife in the lounge.
"So, slave husband, we are now going to do discipline and punishment, which we will always do on Friday evening in future." Chloe announced.
"I don't understand?" Chris replied puzzled, "they sound like the same thing."
"Well, discipline is something we will do every week, whether you've been good or not. It's to remind you who is boss, and it will normally be about a dozen strokes of the cane, or belt, or whatever I choose. Punishment is obviously for things you've done wrong, and the number of strokes I will decide, and they are added to the discipline ones. Do you understand now?"
"I suppose so, but do I have to be punished every week?" Chris whined.
"My God, you really are stupid! You will be disciplined each week, but if you are an absolute angel, you won't be punished. Now do you understand?" Chloe asked, getting exasperated.
"Yes, I do. Sorry."
"Right, so, tonight you have twelve for discipline, and I was going to do eighteen for punishment, but you've been so difficult this evening, that I'm adding another six, so, altogether that's thirty six. Now strip naked and bend over the back of the sofa. I want no sound from you, no begging, no pleading, but you can cry if you want to. If you interrupt me, I'll add another six."
Chris reluctantly started to remove his clothes. He removed his briefs last and stood naked and feeling vulnerable and apprehensive. He had no idea how much the cane would hurt, he hoped he would be brave, but he wasn't at all confident.
"I told you to bend over the back of the sofa, do it!"
Chris jumped with fright at Chloe's barked order, then pulled himself together enough to obey. Bent over the back of the sofa waiting for the cane to strike, Chris felt time hang, he tried to rationalise his situation, but every way he looked at it, if he wanted to ever have an orgasm again, he had to put up with Chloe's crazy rules.
Meanwhile Chloe stripped down to just her bra and panties and started doing limbering up exercises, followed by practice swishes with the cane. Feeling ready for her workout she positioned herself behind and to the left of her subservient husband.
There was a moment when nothing happened, then a brief split second of a swishing, whistling sound, followed by a loud crack. Then the pain hit.
"Aarrhhh! Christ that hurt!" Chris exclaimed.
"Shut up or I'll add more strokes." Chloe demanded.
Swish crack! Swish crack! Chloe settled in to a rhythm and Chris began to cry.
"Crying is good, I like tears, it tells me I'm doing a good job."
Swish crack! Swish crack!
"You know, this is really good exercise, and it's really turning me on, I shall need that tongue between my legs afterwards."
Chris couldn't follow what Chloe was saying, all he could think about was the pain, and would he manage all thirty six. Chloe had already explained to him that if he stopped her short, there would be no orgasm for at least a week, and the shortfall would be doubled and added to next Friday's tally, so he had to get to the end.
Swish crack! Swish crack!
Chris had lost count! He couldn't remember how many he had already had, surely he must be there.
Chloe hadn't lost count, she was already at thirty seven, and still going. She was having too much fun to stop.
At forty five she stopped.
"There you are baby, all done, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Chris had no idea how to reply. He was in agony from the bottom of his spine, all over his striped arse, and down the backs of his legs, but his imprisoned cock was fighting to expand in it's cage.
"I think the stripes are quite artistically done, if I do say so myself, and looking at them is really turning me on. You must stay naked so I can enjoy looking at them. Now, it's time for you to reveal this week's fantasy. Open the paper sweety."
Chris gingerly opened the folding paper, worried that it would involve the guy with the wandering fingers, who was scheduled to join them for dinner the next night, as far as he knew.
It said 'Money'.
"I don't understand Chloe?" Chris asked.
