My wife, Missy, and I play "sex games" to keep the spice in our marriage. Usually we will play some type of game, like backgammon, poker or gin to decide who gets to determine the game for the night. The winner gets his or her fantasy and is in control; the loser does what he/she is told and plays whatever role is assigned.
For the first several years we played these games, we kept the fantasy play to ourselves. If I won, I might tie Missy up, blindfold her, and touch her while we talked about fantasy play. My favorite fantasy was to talk about her making love to some other guy. When we play this fantasy, I make Missy act like she has been blackmailed into being the sex slave of some guy and really put her through her paces.
Missy was a little more creative than me. She liked to make me serve her, masturbate in front of her, and then service her orally until she came. Sometimes she would give me a mild spanking. I say "mild," but by the time the spanking was over, my bottom would be roundly red, and after the spanking proper, Missy would occasionally give me a "Booster Spank just to keep my color up. She used hand, hairbrush, spatula, wooden spoons, and the occasional rolled up magazine. It wasn't brutal, but it damn sure stung, and Missy seemed to take a very sexual delight in spanking my ass.
After she reddened me, the situation would usually end up with me giving Missy head. She would make me get on my hands and knees on top of her while I bent to lick her pussy. If I was not doing the job the way she liked it, Missy would give my sore ass additional whacks with her hand. It was a damn strong incentive to do a good job. When I brought Missy off, her orgasms were intense. It is fair to say that she played out her desires thoroughly when she won our competitions.
Overall, we have been fairly equal in who played Dominant or Submissive and frankly do a good job in whatever role fate assigned us to. I think we each possess personal characteristics that just naturally like the "control" type play. Missy is a Domestic Relations Attorney, and she is famous for her ball-busting style. She dominates the courtroom and is ruthless. I think that something inside her creates a need to have submissive times when she is away from work -- maybe just to make up for her dominating attitude at work.
Last month marked a turning point in our games. We had been fussing and fighting over a variety of little things for several weeks. It was petty shit, but it was the type of thing that destroyed closeness and created a lot of resentment. We hadn't made love for almost a month. We hadn't even kissed.
One night after dinner, fed up with the whole situation [and damned horny], I suggested to Missy that we play a sex game. I told her that it might work to clear the air and at least it would be a positive step towards healing our differences. Missy thought about the offer for some time before she responded. "That's fine with me, but I want to warn you that when I win, I intend to put you through your paces like never before. Are you willing to play this game to the fullest?"
I was feeling rather combative and told her that I was not the problem. She was the one who would back off when I won the game. Amidst this hostility, we started the game. We chose backgammon for the competition. One game. Winner controls. Loser does what the winner says for 24 hours. Basically, the winner has his or her way with the loser.
Peeved as I was at Missy for her recent actions and attitude, I recognized that she was equally peeved at me. I knew from the start that the loser would have hell to pay. I just prayed to win, because I wanted to take control over Missy and make her pay for her bitchiness.
The game started. Missy is not only a smart backgammon player, but she rolled like a magician. She soon had a large advantage on the board, and recognizing it, she started taunting me. "Tonight, you're going to learn to admit you are wrong. I am going to spank your little bottom until you cry for mercy. I'm going to tie you up and wear you out." Being significantly behind in the game, I didn't say a word. Frankly, I was worried about being at her mercy. I had hoped matters would turn out differently.
We reached the stage where one good roll would make Missy a winner. "I hope you're not going to welch on the bet," she smirked. I told her that I was not a welcher and would pay my debts if I lost. She smiled and walked away from the backgammon board and went to the basement. She returned with a Ping Pong paddle. One of the old sandpaper ones. "This sure is going to sound good smacking off your ass." Missy needed only a 3 and a 4 to go out. She rolled what could have been the final roll. She got a 1 and a 2 and had to leave two tiles vulnerable.
Being hopelessly behind, I had set up a back game. When Missy's digits became exposed, I prayed for a good roll. I got it, landing on both her men. She had to move them to the back of the board.
I smiled. "The game's not over yet." The game and her luck seemed to change at that point. It took her over six rolls to even get back on the board and I would hit her exposed man every time the opportunity was there. Soon we were down to two men each. Missy was not looking nearly as happy or as confident as she had before. I had a chance to win the game with a roll of 3 or better on each die. I rolled double 5's. Overkill. I removed my last men from the board and smiled at Missy. "I win, you lose. I think I'm in control -- anything I say -- that is, unless you want to show your true character and back out."
Missy positively glared at me. She is very competitive and frankly is a good sportsman. She said, "I know how to pay my debts, too. What's it going to be? Tie me up and talk about other guys fucking me?"
Well, that had happened often enough in the past and very well might have been my plan, except for my thinking about that ping pong paddle and her bitchy attitude earlier. Remember, Missy and I had not fucked for over a month. I was beside myself with horniness, and though Missy often downplayed her sexual aptitude, I suspected she would love a good orgasm. Man or woman, horniness can lead to control. I had decided to up the ante and see how far Missy would take it.
I looked at Missy and said, "Not tonight, dear. I believe I have control for 24 hours and you are supposed to do anything I say. Are you up to it, or are you going to back out?"
My Wife looked at me boldly. "Have at me. Do your worst. When I lose, I pay my debts. Who do you want me to pretend is fucking me tonight? My boss? The neighbor? How about your best friend? You start it and I'll finish it."
Missy did not yet know that I was designing far more elaborate plans for her this evening. She had been a bitch to me lately, even through our game, and she had made clear her nasty intentions if she won. She had lost, though, and I was in charge. I decided to take our game to a new level. "Go to the bedroom," I ordered "take off all of your clothes and sit on the end of the bed. I'll be up in a minute."
She smiled. This was how our fantasies often began. She went to the bedroom. I sat for a moment and thought about whether I was really up to doing what I had in mind. It was a close decision, and I wasn't at all sure how it might impact our marriage. I thought about a tamer approach. While thinking, my eyes went to the ping pong paddle. Missy had planned on wearing me out; that was her fantasy: to control and punish her husband. That decided me. I went to the bedroom.
As instructed, Missy was sitting naked on the bed. I looked at her appreciatively. Missy is a petite redhead, about 5'2", with a lovely body. Her breasts were average for her size, about a 34B+. She had a lovely, "girl next door" kind of face and one of the most shapely rear ends I had ever encountered. Her pubic thatch was bright red, matching her hair, but sparse like a young girl's. Her most striking feature nude, though, were her nipples.
