Ellen and I have been married for five years and our sex life has been fantastic. I attribute this to three main factors: First of all, we are completely honest with each other in regards to sex. I know everything about her past, and she knows all about mine. This includes sharing who we currently think is hot and what we would like to do with them. Neither of us feels threatened by this because the day before we were married we made a vow to each other that we would not have sex with anyone else unless our partner was present, and then only as a means of deepening our own intimacy as a couple. Although neither of us has been involved with anyone else, we have kept our promise and feel secure in our relationship.
Secondly, we have an extremely active fantasy life. During lovemaking we both share stories about what we would like to do, and where and when we would like to do it. We build on each others stories and some of the fantasies get really hot.
The third thing is that we discovered early in our relationship that Ellen is a sexual submissive. I am not a naturally dominant man, but I do enjoy being her Dom. Sometimes we reverse roles and I will submit to her. It's important to shake things up; it helps each of us to understand the others position.
On Thursdays I play poker. Each week we play at a different person's home. Ted's wife hates our game; when we play there she takes the kids and spends the night at her mother's. David's wife goes out with "the girls" when he hosts, and Leon's wife locks herself in the bedroom to watch chick flicks with the volume blasting. Bill is single, so there's no problem there.
Then there is Ellen. She actually enjoys having the guys over. She makes snacks, greets everyone at the door, and keeps a never-ending supply of beer and food coming our way. Two or three times during the night she will come out, flirt outrageously with everyone, get them all laughing, and usually keep the group off-balance enough so I come out as the big winner for the night.
one night she was in a really raunchy mood. The flirting became very touchy-feely and the joking was downright crude. We had wild sex after everyone left that evening. In the middle of it all I asked, "Which one of my poker buddies are you fantasizing about?"
"Only one?" she pouted teasingly. "You're no fun!"
"Be careful what you wish for," I joked. "You just might get it."
"Shut up and fuck me, you poker king! Fuck me like you mean it! Make the others crazy that they can't have me!" And then we had some unbelievable sex.
The next morning at breakfast I told her, "I've been thinking about last night."
"It was great. Thank you. You are a sex god."
"Well, this sex god is claiming a day of total submission from you."
"Oooh, I love it! Whatever you wish, Master. Just tell me where and when."
"Right here. At home. Next poker night." She smiled, but her eyes widened slowly in disbelief as she realized what I had just said.
I chuckled at her astonishment. "Pass the bacon." And nothing else was said about it.
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The day before the game I presented her with a gift. A thin, white summer dress that I had bought and taken to an alterations shop to be shortened six inches and have the lining and interfacing removed. All that was left was a very short, very thin, very sexy white dress.
"Thank you," she said as she opened the box and held it up. "What's it for?"
"It's for your night of submission tomorrow. The Master orders you to wear your new dress. Nothing else."
"What? Mitch, I thought you were joking! You can't be serious about this! You don't really expect me to--"
"Ellen, are you my submissive?"
Her face reddened and she stared at the floor. "Yes, Master. I am your sex slave."
"Have I ever let any harm come to you?"
"No, Master." She kept her gaze lowered.
"Have you ever disobeyed me?"
"No, Master."
"Are you going to disobey me now?"
"No, Master."
"So, what are you going to do tomorrow night?"
Her voice got quite small; almost inaudible. "I am going to wear the beautiful dress that you so graciously gave me."
"And?"
"I will gladly do whatever you tell me to. I am yours."
She said very little the rest of the day and was almost catatonic Thursday morning. What a transformation there was when I came home that afternoon! She was happy --practically giddy. Ellen greeted me at the door with a very passionate kiss, and she was wearing the dress. My lovely wife spun around to show it off for me. I thought maybe I made it too short, but then I decided there's no such thing as too short. It was easy to view her beautiful form moving beneath the too-thin material; her nipples and areolae were clearly visible through the dress.
"Do you like, Master? Does it please you?"
