Hi, I'm Paul, and I thought I'd share some of my recent experiences with you. The centre of these is my relationship with my wife Brianna. Brianna is what is considered a very attractive woman. She is tall with long blond hair and a face with the same fine features of Michelle Pfeifer. She has the slim body of a glamour model with firm shapely breasts. We have been married now for some 7 years and in recent months I have been varying our sex life and have discovered that she has a submissive nature which nicely matches with my own increasingly dominant tendencies. Brianna has not been completely comfortable with this developing trend in our relationship, but I have gradually increased the pressure on her to accept the roles I have imposed on her during our sexual activities. The story I am telling here describes how I planned and executed the first major step in imposing my will on her in a more public fashion.
In outline, my plan was to invite a group of friends and colleagues to our home and progressively display her submissive side to them. I was not sure how far I would be able to take it, but I was intent on going as far as she would go and even beyond. I told Brianna on the Friday that I planned the party for the Saturday night, but, at that stage told her nothing of what I intended. She seemed pleased to host a party, though I had not told her who was to be invited. In fact I had composed the guest list very carefully. I had invited both friends of both of us, but also a few people who I alone knew and several others who were colleagues from my wife's work. (She is a secretary in a lawyer's office). I had in mind that her humiliation, for that was what I planned, should be as broadly public as possible. My guest list was 14, predominantly men but with two couples thrown in. When I invited the men, although I did not give details of what I planned, I did indicate that it was not to be the ordinary dull party and I made one request that they bring a specific gift along with them (more of that later).
On the day of the party Brianna was busy all afternoon preparing the buffet dishes I had specified. This gave me the opportunity to go out and collect the various purchases I had made during the week. Around 7 o'clock Brianna indicated that she was going to shower and get ready. I followed her upstairs a few minutes later and when she came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her I was waiting for her by the bed with some of my new purchases laid out on the bed. As she reached to open the wardrobe doors to select her clothes for the evening I reached out and grasped her wrist. "No" I said "I have brought you a complete new outfit for you to wear this evening." She looked down where I indicated the clothes laid out on the bed and I heard her intake of breath as she realised what I expected her to wear. The underwear was the sheerest black, almost transparent briefs, a matching black bra which, as we both could see, would have great difficulty in containing her breasts. These scanty garments were complemented by a black suspender belt and nylon stockings. For outerwear I had selected a very short, very tight black skirt and white see-through blouse that buttoned at the front. The outfit resembled a french maid's costume but without the lace pinafore. To set off the whole ensemble I had placed on the bed a pair of black stilettos with 5 inch heels.
Brianna stared wide-eyed at the displayed garments, then picking each up in turn she said "Ralph, you don't expect me to wear these in company."
"Why not" I said. "Ralph, they're too revealing. Look I don't mind wearing them for you in the privacy of our own room, but you can't expect me to display myself before our friends." It was at this point that I began to assert what I demanded of her for the evening. "Brianna," I said, "you will both wear and do what I tell you this evening." I reinforced my words by dropping my voice to a threatening whisper that I knew she had come to associate with my dominance over her. "You will now dress yourself in these clothes and you will make yourself up in the way you know I like." By this she knew I meant her to paint her face and body heavily with makeup in a way that made her look cheap and tartish. This was a role I had made her adopt consistently in our recent sexual activities. For a moment she looked as though she was going to argue further, but then her face crumpled into defeat and she meekly nodded her head in compliance.
Just then the doorbell rang.. "Right, you get dressed and made up and I will let in our guests. I will expect you downstairs in 30 minutes." She turned her head again to the flimsy display on the bed and nodded her head.
I went downstairs and opened the door to the first of our guests. I helped them to drinks and by the time the 30 minutes was up, all our guests had arrived. Just then my mobile rang and I left the lounge to answer it. It was Brianna calling from the bed room.. "Ralph" she said "I really can't come downstairs in this, I look like a cheap whore. You really can't want me to expose myself like this to our friends." I dropped my voice again to a whisper "Brianna you will do exactly as I say. You have already earned a punishment for being late. Don't make it any worse. If you are not down here in 5 minutes I will come up there and drag you down. Think of that as a display for our friends." I thought I heard her sob and then she whispered, barely audibly "I'll be right down."
I returned to our guests and told them. "Tonight is a special night. Tonight my wife, your hostess, is anxious that you all have a good time. She is prepared to do anything to ensure you enjoy yourselves. You will see what I mean in just a moment." Exactly on cue, Brianna appeared at the top of the stairs. She was indeed a sight. The short skirt exposed her thighs within inches of her crotch and the sheer blouse did little to hide her firm breasts bulging out of the skimpy bra. The dark shadow of her nipples was clerly visible through the sheer material of the blouse and bra. Conversation stopped as all the male members of the party gazed up at her. She stood there, not moving for a moment, obviously embarrassed by the stares she was receiving. "Come down Brianna" I said. She looked appealingly at me as though willing me to end her embarrassment and call it off.. I just stared back unflinchingly and she started to walk down. As she took each step down the skirt would twist and rise exposing even more of her long shapely legs.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, I went to her side and, putting my hand on her shoulders as though exhibiting her to the gathering. I said "Brianna, I was just explaining to our guests how anxious you are to please them and serve them in any way. Perhaps you would start by getting them some more drinks." As she dumbly complied and went to the bar, she was followed by all eyes. She poured drinks into the waiting glasses on a tray and returned to begin serving them to our guests. From where I stood I watched as she bent forward to offer the tray to George, her work colleague. I could see his eyes widen as her blouse gaped and he found himself looking straight down at the exposed swell of her breasts. When she brought my drink to me, instead of taking it from the tray she held, I reached over and undid two more buttons on her blouse. I did this in full view of everyone, and as she straightened up her blouse opened half way to her waist exposing even more of her lacy bra covering her full breasts. This had the effect, not only of further exposing my wife's body, but more importantly it indicated to our guests my intentions as to how my wife should please them. Peter and Les in particular caught on quickly to the way the evening was developing. As Brianna turned back to return to the bar, Peter called to her "Brianna I need another drink over here please." She hesitated for a moment as she faced him, with her blouse wide open displaying her tits tightly compressed in the skimpy uplifting bra. She turned again to me with a pleading look in her eyes, but I was unrelenting and maintained a fixed stare which made it clear to her that she should comply with the request, in spite of the fact that she would be serving Peter not only a drink but also a close view of her half-bared chest.
She took the tray of drinks over to him and as she bent over to offer him the tray her tits fell forward and hung down in front of him constrained only by the thin material of the bra. Instead of taking the glass from the tray he grasped it, but did not lift it. This had the effect of making Brianna remain in the revealing bent over position. He seemed to put pressure on the tray forcing her to bend forward even further from the hips exposing more and more of her thighs as the short skirt rose upwards until it rested just below her buttocks. We could all see the bottom swell of her ass framed by the straps of the suspender belt. He held her for a moment and then looked over to me. "Paul, I am most impressed with your wife's hospitality. She certainly seems to be prepared to go a long way to please her guests." With a last leer at her dangling tits he took the glass from the tray, allowing Brianna to straighten and stand upright again. She stood there totally embarrassed with her bra-encased tits pushing out from her blouse.
We all sat around gazing at my wife's body. I could tell from the lustful looks on the faces of our male guests that they were becoming seriously turned on by the sight of my wife's exposed state and even the two women seemed to be showing signs of arousal. As Brianna stood motionless in the centre of the room, she seemed paralysed with embarrassment and unable to move. I said to George " Well George, if you are happy with what you have seen so far I am sure that Brianna will oblige you further – is there anything more you would like"? George looked directly at Brianna. "Well Brianna, you certainly look beautiful as you are, but I think you would look even better without that blouse. Take it off." Brianna unfroze from her immobility and whipped round to face me directly. "Oh no Paul, don't make me do this. I'm already half naked in front of all these people. Please don't make me do any more." I dropped my voice to the threatening whisper that I knew would compel her obedience. "Brianna your guests are waiting, take off your blouse."
"Oh please, please, no Paul" she begged. I grabbed her by the arm and span her round to face the audience. "Do it. Do it NOW." I released her arm and she stood there deflated and defeated. Hesitantly she raised her arms and began to undo the remaining buttons on her blouse. Slowly the blouse opened wider exposing more of her uplifted tits until it was fully undone. She looked across at me again but receiving no sign of slackening of my resolve, she shrugged the garment off her shoulders and it fell to the ground. For a moment she stood there in front of us, her breasts only half concealed by the skimpy bra. Then quickly she folded her arms across her chest concealing her bulging tits. I got to my feet immediately and walking behind her I grasped her wrists and pulled them sharply behind her. I moved my grip to her elbows and pulled them back and together.
