Be Careful What You Wish For

It was date night in the Whitley household and things were just starting to get exciting. Alice and Richard had enjoyed a lovely meal at a five star restaurant, a wonderful performance at the theater and a couple glasses of fine wine upon returning home. Now in their bedroom, the lights were turned low and Alice was retrieving some items from their adult toy chest.

“Strip down and get on the bed, Richard.”

“Yes Mistress!”

‘Richard? Not slave? Or slut? Oh well... ‘

He ruminated on their relationship while disrobing. Alice had been happy to indulge his Femdom fantasies over the years, but only halfheartedly most of the time. She never seemed to fully get into character. It was a sore spot for Richard, but he rarely brought it up. He didn’t want to discourage his wife from engaging in kinky play.

Richard had a stressful job as a high profile defense lawyer. In the courtroom, the fate of his clients was in his hands. In his office, he had to be a highly demanding taskmaster to prepare adequately for each trial. At home he just wanted to rest and relax with his beautiful, doting wife. Surrendering to her was an important part of his recuperation. Richard could enjoy vanilla sex to some extent, but in truth he was fully aroused only while being dominated and his need to submit had only grown with time.

Alice was hardly the picture of a Dominatrix. A petite five-foot-five woman with long blond hair and a perpetual smile on her face. She favored sun dresses at home and elegant gowns when they spent a night on the town. She relished her role as a homemaker and housewife, but when she’d learned of Richard’s true desires, she had not judged or admonished him. She’d been open and supportive of enjoying Femdom after dark. For Richard, the problem was that she never went far enough.

He’d finished removing his first layer of clothes and quickly slid off his boxers before hopping onto their king size bed. The satin covers felt amazing on his naked body. He laid back and ran his hands through his short, black hair as he watched his well tanned darling look through their toy box. Alice wasn’t wearing any of her leather or latex Domina outfits tonight, just some typical silky lingerie. At least she’d donned one of her Mardi Gras style eye masks. It gave her an alluring air of mischief and mystery.

Richard watched as she stood, retrieving the fuzzy handcuffs from their trove of naughty items. She pulled on them with both hands, the chain in the center rattling as she made eyes at her husband.

‘The fuzzy cuffs again?!? But there’s so many other things in there ... Why not the ropes? Or the arm-binder?’

Richard sighed internally, but he made no visible show that he was disappointed.

“Alright lover boy, turn over! Face down, ass up!”

Her commands were enough to coax a genuine smile from him. Maybe she was in the mood for some strap-on play? Perhaps she’d even upsize tonight!

“Yes, Mistress Alice!”

He rolled over quickly and assumed the position as his wife joined him on the bed. Her small form barely caused the weight of the mattress to shift. She crawled up behind him swiftly and placed her hands on his ass.

“Arms behind your back!”

He did as he was told and Alice snapped the fuzzy cuffs gently on his wrists. Much to his chagrin, he didn’t feel his wife loosen her grip or slide off the bed to get more toys. She gave his ass cheeks some gentle squeezes before hunkering down. Richard felt hot breath on his pucker and taint as Alice got into a familiar position.

Her tongue dove into his ass with practiced ease and after a few more squeezes of his cheeks, her right hand drifted down and began massaging his flaccid member. Richard let out a light moan as she went to work. Alice was what you might call an anilingus maniac. A wife that enjoyed rimming was definitely a fine trait, but he couldn’t help but dwell on the fact that he’d enjoy it more with stricter bondage or an intense spanking first. He wanted it to feel more like a Domme inflicting her will on a slave rather than an enthusiastic wife servicing her husband.

She continued her dutiful licking and tonguing for long minutes, occasionally offering a light slap to one of his ass cheeks. Richard’s penis grew half erect at best, his moans disappearing as frustration overtook him.

“Enough. Stop!”

Alice withdrew as Richard rolled over on his back, his hands still cuffed behind him.

“What? What is it honey?”

“Honey?!? Really???”

“Oh ... I’m sorry. I wasn’t in character, was I?”

“If your spanks were any more gentle, they’d be tickles!”

Alice crawled to her side of the bed, looking downcast. She turned and sat beside him with her back against the headboard, her arms folded below her breasts.

“We’ve been over this, Richard. I don’t mind role playing, but I’m not a sadist. I don’t want to get too aggressive or inflict serious pain on you.”

“Then you can’t really play the role, can you?”

“That’s not fair! I’ve tried very hard.”

Richard sighed. “I wish you’d let me see a pro for my submissive needs. Then we could have a regular sex life at home.”

She turned quickly and got in his face. “Absolutely not! I am your wife and you will not engage in any kind of kinky play without me present.”

Richard smiled. There was the Alice he loved. Fiercely loyal, their relationship always front and center. Ironically, she was most stern and Domme-like when insisting he not be topped by another woman. At least, not by another woman in private. Maybe she was leaving the door open for something else?

“So, what are you saying? You want to start visiting a dungeon together? Maybe assist a pro Domme in topping me or watch from the sidelines?” His eyebrows moved up and down several times in the classic “let’s do this” expression.

Alice smirked. He was closer than he knew, but she had no desire to visit some skeevy dungeon where a thousand other people had perspired and painted the room with their fluids. She knew this issue was likely to come up again in the future and Alice had a plan. If Richard wanted so badly to be dominated, he would get his wish, but it was going to be on her terms.

“I have a proposal for you.”

“Oh?” Richard shimmied himself back up to a sitting position beside her. “Do tell.”

“Next weekend, right here in this very room, you are going to be dominated thoroughly.”

“Is that so?”

“So harshly, in fact, that if you aren’t satisfied, I’ll consider your request to visit a pro dungeon.”

“Oh my ... Alice, don’t make promises you ca-”

“But I PROMISE YOU” she cut him off. “That won’t be necessary.”

Richard gazed into his wife’s shimmering green eyes. They were steely. Determined. She wasn’t playing around. He looked down at his crotch where the blood was now flowing freely. Then back at his wife with a cheeky smile on his face.

“And just like that, I’m hard as a rock.”

She snickered and gave him a playful shove. “Lay down, slut boy...”

Richard obliged and the dainty blonde climbed atop him and immediately got in a sixty nine position. She inhaled his cock with ease, slurping up and down his meaty shaft as her ass lowered on her husband’s face and he began licking and tonguing her gladly. Between her smothering cheeks, his arms locked behind his back and the threat of a very good time next weekend, Richard was elated.

Six days and nights of anticipation had passed torturously slow for Richard, but now, on Friday night, he found himself on the cusp of Femdom heaven. Alice had donned an amazing black leather corset, shoulder length latex arm gloves and leather pants that he wanted desperately to trace with his tongue. She had even worn heeled leather thigh highs tonight in an effort to make him extra horny and compliant. It was working spectacularly.

Richard was on the floor of their bedroom, heavily bound. He was dressed in head to toe latex; full gimp attire that she hadn’t demanded he wear in ages. Richard was kneeling as Alice finished buckling and lacing up the arm binder behind him, his arms locked in the sensual, tight embrace of thick, black leather.

His arms locked away, Alice rose and moved to the toy chest to acquire the piece de resistance, a red rubber ball gag. She offered him a sly grin as she pushed the thick gag into his mouth and strapped it snugly around his head. Richard could hardly believe it. His beautiful wife really was going all out this time. His cock felt like a steel lamppost under the thick latex of his suit. This was going to be the best night of his life!

Alice ran a hand through her lovely blonde locks as she turned and made her way to the dresser beside their chest of naughty toys. She retrieved her leather crop and began snapping it in her gloved hand as she walked back to her captive husband. She gave him a nice, longing look at her full, leather-clad glory.