Femdom, mind control, bondage, teasing, bi oral and anal, strap-on, chastity
© 2015 by lsa3. All rights reserved.
This story was prompted by an overheard conversation in a supermarket. One woman was asking her friend about what she could do. He climbs on, cums, climbs off, rolls over and goes to sleep, leaving her unsatisfied. She has tried to talk to him with no luck; he just is not interested in taking care of her needs. The women then moved on with their shopping.
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Something is going on. She has been having marathon phone calls with her girlfriend for over a week now. They will talk for hours, laughing and giggling until he walks into the room and then silence. When he asks her a question, she usually gives him a bullshit answer or blows him off completely, saying that she will talk with him later.
When he leaves the room, they start in again. He has asked her several times what is going on and she tells him that it is just girl talk. In the 12 years Dan and Karen have been married, she has never behaved this way and frankly, it has him worried.
He can't figure out what it could be. Sex has been OK and there are no money problems so he decides to let go of it and just be patient. He has been working hard and letting the household questions interfere won't do anyone any good so he forgets about it.
Finally, Saturday rolls around and he is looking forward to sleeping late. Friday night, Karen is feeling frisky but he tells her that he has had a rough week and begs off.
He takes a long hot shower and is asleep within 5 minutes of hitting the bed.
The next morning, he wakes up and as he stretches, he realizes that he cannot move his arms. His wrists are wrapped with heavy leather straps that are attached to the metal headboard.
He immediately hollers "Karen!" A moment later, she walks in smiling and says "good morning sleepyhead."
His response is to yell, "Get me out of this." She tells him very calmly that she is sorry but she can't do that right now.
He replies "why the hell not?" She says, "Because we have some things to work out first."
His response is "what things? I have no complaints."
She replies, "ah, but I do."
To which he replies "Humpf."
Suddenly he says, "Let me up, I have to pee!"
She says "no problem," goes into the bathroom and gets a plastic urinal, which she brings to the bed and sets by his leg, along with a box of tissues.
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Reaching over, she unfastens the clip holding his left hand and replaces it with a 3-foot piece of light chain that is also fastened to the bed. She says, "there you are. Don't spill any or you will be sleeping in it." He does not realize that he can get out of the restraints and doesn't say a thing as she walks out of the room.
A few minutes later, she comes back in. He takes one look at her and his jaw drops.
She has changed into a black corset that holds her lovely milk-white 34C breasts out and bare. Her nipples are hard and oh so suckable. Her crotch is now shaved smooth; she has no panties on and is wearing black nylons held in place by a black garter belt. She is wearing a pair of black 5 ½-inch heels. In her hand is a black riding crop and she is wearing black elbow length gloves.
This vision gives him an instant erection and he is trying to form words to say something, anything.
She walks over, picks up the urinal and tells him "good boy, you didn't spill a drop."
After taking the urinal into the bathroom, she returns and refastens the hook holding his wrist up to the headboard. He is still speechless. She looks so hot, he can't believe it.
Watching her walk back into the bedroom makes him even harder. He cannot get the vision of her lush body and sweet ass out of his head.
She comes back over to the bed and he starts whining for her to let him loose.
She looks him straight in the eyes and tells him to "shut the fuck up", punctuating her command with a hard smack with the crop on the pillow next to him. Startled, he pulls away and does not say a word.
She tells him that he is allowed to speak only when spoken to. Any further outbursts or whining will be met with severe punishment. She asks him if he understands and he nods his head yes, keeping his mouth shut.
"Good," she says, going on to remind him that he just said that he had no complaints.
"Correct?" She asks. He simply nods his head yes, not saying a word.
She then asks him "when is the last time I had an orgasm? He is unable to answer.
Continuing on, she tells him that this is a major problem. He climbs on, cums, climbs off, rolls over and goes to sleep; leaving her unsatisfied and just barely warmed up.
She asks him "can you imagine how frustrated I am by not having had an orgasm in over 3 fucking months?" punctuating the 3 months with hard smacks on the pillow with the crop. I have tried to talk with you so many times it isn't funny. All you do is shine me on, giving me some BS and not showing any concern about my needs.
Now feeling very nervous and worried that she will hit him with the crop, he doesn't say a thing.
She says, "I thought not. You need to understand that from now on, my needs come first. Is that clear?"
He nods his head and quietly says "yes."
She replies, "good, now I am going to help you understand how that frustration feels."
She walks over to the nightstand, puts down her crop and takes off her black gloves, putting on a pair of disposable vinyl gloves in their place. Next, she picks up a towel and bottle of lubricant that is there and returns to the bed.