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191 – Fiction: All Tied Up

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He woke me up saying, “My sweet Baby Girl, it’s time to wake up. Today is Sunday and I have a lot in store for us. Your day is going to be all tied up. So be prepared.”

I had no idea what that really meant, but my only response was to smile at my Sir and say, “I can’t wait to see what the day holds Sir.” And I meant it too.

I got out of bed, naked as always, and asked Sir, “whatever do you have in mind Sir? How should I dress for the day?”

As he raised his hand to motion toward me he simply said, “Exactly as you are now my love.”

I smiled and said, “ok, then I am almost ready to begin the day. May I go wake up with my (usual) morning coffee?”

He smiled back and said, “of course. But come to me when you are done and we will begin the day.”

“Yes Sir.”

I was intrigued by the way my day was starting and wondering what all it would entail or just how it would end, but … as always….. coffee first!

Once I was awake with coffee ingested, I went to the home office where my Sir was and kneeled on my mat beside him. He kept keying away at his keyboard, but he knew I was there.

It didn’t take long and he turned toward me. He opened his desk drawer and pulled a familiar object out. My collar. To be specific, my submissive slut wife collar. This was the collar I wore when we are about to have sexual activity and I suddenly knew that whatever Sir had in mind, I wouldn’t be wearing any clothes at all today!

Sir bent down and kissed me on the cheek, while putting the collar around my neck. He asked me, “are you ready for today?”

“Absolutely and always ready for you Sir!” And I was!

As he buckled the collar in its place, I noticed he buckled it a bit tighter than usual. He said, “I mean business today!” Just by placing a collar on my neck, and by it being a notch tighter than usual, I was already going to my favorite submissive headspace and knew today was going to be A-mazing!

As I heard the lock snap into place securing the collar tightly to my neck, I felt the first release of precum drip from my pussy.

That’s when his hand rubbed against my cheek, he smiled at me, and said, “You are such a beautiful bride and my soulmate. My heart, head, and my cock all love you dearly. You already look so amazing today my wife.” I loved it when he looked at me with such love in his heart and happiness on his face. My heart was racing with equal excitement and happiness.

He turned back to his desk and grabbed something else. He turned back to me and said, “Today I intend to tie you up. Literally. Little bit by little bit all throughout the day. So that by day’s end, you’ll be in the exact position I want and if all goes well, I’ll be so turned on by your obedience and positioning that I intend to fuck your brains out. How does that sound my sweet girl?”

I looked at my Sir and with the biggest grin, and feeling giddy, I said, “absolutely wonderful!” And I felt the second release of precum drip from my pussy, all for my Sir.

He said, “This is a new breast harness I’ve had made for you.” I could tell the basics of this breast harness were like a bra, but not too similar either. Instead of having arm straps, it had two straps at the top of it, to which he used the clip to attach it to the loop in the front of my collar so that the actual harness was now hanging down between my boobs. He then separated the sides and wrapped it around my chest and told me to turn around. On my back I heard a lock click into place where I knew Sir had locked me into this harness from the back. When he turned back to my front, he pulled the leather straps apart. I could tell there was one for each breast and they had a bottom curve and sides to them, something like a shelf bra but with a U-shape to it too. He moved each breast so that it sat on top of the shelf and was squeezed inside the edges. It made my breasts stand on end and point outward for easy access to Sir. The U-shapes were kind of tight, but I knew it would only serve to keep my breasts perky and accessible to him and wouldn’t really hurt either. It really made my nipples quite obviously point straight outward, which I think was Sir’s intention really.

That’s when he sat back and smiled. He grabbed his phone and said, “I intend to take pictures today as I create my masterpiece. I do not want you to smile in any of them. Just look at me and express whatever your mood is at the time.” And I did. I hoped my look expressed exactly how much love I was feeling at this moment as I sat taller on my mat with my collar and chest bound and pointing straight outward. And he snapped the photo.

And as he did, I was so proud of who I am and that my Sir saw my pussy was dripping wet for him!

Without another word, he turned back to his computer and did some more work while I sat still on my mat for a good long time.

I started to doze off as the time ticked by and my posture became slouched. Sir apparently noticed as I suddenly felt a sharp squeeze to one of my nipples and he started talking saying, “So apparently this part of things has grown comfortable already.”

He brought a familiar nipple clamp with chain out. Each nipple had a clamp attached to it and he said one word, “Open.”

I knew he meant my mouth, so I did. And he placed the chain in my tongue and said, “Close”.

Now when I moved my head my nipples would feel it. And I couldn’t exactly talk too well with my mouth full also.

It wasn’t long and he said he was moving to the living room and I was to follow. I have a mat there too that I started to kneel on when he said, “No, stand beside the couch and spread your legs.”

He had the spreader bar that had thigh cuffs on it. A tight metal bar forces my legs apart on the inside of my thighs, while held in place by the cuffs at each end that are attached to my thighs. Sir applied each cuff individually, locking those in place too. Now my legs were forced apart and held in place by this bar that was locked to each thigh. He reached down and touched two fingers to my clit, which was so easily showing on display now without any ability for me to close my legs or deny him access. Sir smiled and said, “I love my masterpiece already! Don’t you my sweet girl??”

And he raised his phone and said, “Another picture is in order.” And started snapping away. Even if I’d wanted to smile, with a chain in my mouth and my nipples starting to throb, it really wasn’t possible.

That’s when he said, “Turn around.” And I did. I had my back to him and was facing the couch. I felt him come up behind me and he wrapped his arms around my waist and with his head near my ear he said, “you are the most amazing submissive slut wife I could’ve ever asked for!”

He let go of my waist with his right hand only and I felt it go to my back and push me forward. With his left hand still in place on my stomach, his right hand was bending me over at the waist.

He said, “put your head on the couch and your arms in the small of your back.” And I did.

I felt his hand go between my legs and rub on my clit. His fingers were finding their happy place and my cunt was sucking up his love! He made a sound of happiness and he said, “oh, I love how wet you are my dear. You know I love it how you are always ready for me. I’ve worked so hard to train you to always be ready and I’m so pleased it works now every time!”

He released his touch and proceeded to put a leather cuff on each wrist and I heard the clip attach one to the other. I was handcuffed behind my back. While I knew he didn’t actually lock them together with a lock and key, he didn’t need to. The way the cuffs were made, and behind my back, I couldn’t get myself out if I’d wanted to either.

He stood me back upright and turned me to face him. His hands on my shoulders and he took one step back to look me up and down where he admired his handiwork. He smiled and said, “time for breakfast now.”

He told me to take a seat at the breakfast table while he prepared our meal. When he was done, he made one plate and came and sat beside me. He said, “Because you won’t have the use of your hands, I’ll be doing most all of your basic functions for you today. I know you recognize me as your dominant master, but sometimes I need to know you rely on me to make your every decision and to care for you fully. Today will be one of those days.”

He continued, “Now obviously you can’t eat with a chain in your mouth so spit it out and release it for me now.”

I did.

He took hold of the chain and with a devilish grin he was pulling back on the chain, causing my nipples to be pulled towards him too, he said, “are you ready??”

I cringed as I knew what was coming next but I had no power to change my destiny either.

He pulled it taut causing a jolt of pain to go straight to my nipples and said, “I asked you a question and I expect an answer Little Missy!”

I responded honestly, “Nooooo Sir, I am not rea-d-yyyy.”

But as I got to the end of the word “ready”, it was too late. He jerked hard on the chain and just like that, my nipples were freed from the captive teeth of the clamps. The blood flowed fast into the tips and they burned like fire. I yelled out as the pain was so intense and my nipples throbbed with such intensity I thought they could explode. I so wished I could reach to them and give them soothing comfort to ease their pain, but with my hands tied behind my back that was nothing but a mere wish.

Instead I looked down at them expecting to see something different, but they looked the same as always: perky and upright and yet now very red too.

I heard the familiar sound of the camera click. Sir was taking more photos of me. And he was loving every minute of his time with me this way too.

After putting down the camera and picking up a fork full of eggs, he said, “Open.” And he began to feed me like a child. Just this simple act made me keenly aware of how dependent I was upon him and how much power I had willingly yielded to him. And yet, even if I’d been told at the start this was where I’d be I’d have yielded my power just as quickly too.

He said, “Don’t make me tell you to open for every bite. After you chew and swallow, reopen your mouth willingly and wait. I will feed you when I want to, and how much I want to too. I want this meal to be filled with silence this morning as I enjoy my meal and your predicament.”

I knew this wasn’t a time to say a single word, so I just did as told and reopened my mouth. He smiled and said, “That’s my good baby girl. You ARE my baby girl right now, helpless and dependent upon your Daddy Sir to provide for you. You do know that, right?”

I didn’t respond here either. We both knew it was a rhetorical question and required no response at all.

We ate in silence and Sir gave me plenty of food and drink both. I’ve never worried about his judgement or ability to meet my needs and today wasn’t a day to start either.

When our meal was done, he said, “I imagine you need to use the restroom and empty your bladder so go to the toilet and I will be there shortly.”

He has never wiped me before so I wasn’t sure how this would go really and was embarrassed at the thought, but I had no other options with the use of my hands restricted too. And he was right, my bladder was aching for its release too.

As I was finishing he came and said, “stand up now. Since your legs are spread already, this will be easy for both of us.”

He gently and kindly wiped me clean and it wasn’t nearly as humiliating as I’d actually imagined in my mind.

And this is how our day progressed. After lunch, he said, “I want you to take a nap and rest for what I still have planned to come today. You will nap in our bed until I come for you.”

I said, “Yes Sir. I understand Sir. But… may I ask…..”

He said, “Spit it out child. What do you have to ask me?”

“Sir, my arms are aching from being tied for so long behind my back. May you please release them?”

He thought for a minute and as he made a motion for me to turn around, he grabbed the clip and released my arms from one another.

I took the moment of freedom to stretch my arms and rub my forearms. And shortly thereafter, he said, “put both arms by each side now.”

That’s when he clipped each one to the thigh cuffs pinning my arms to my sides. Again, no need to put a lock and key on them because I couldn’t reach the clip with just one hand if i had wanted to! And just like that, I was pinned once more, but now in a different position at least too.

He turned and slapped me hard on the butt and said, “Now off to nap time with you young lady.”

While getting myself comfortable was a challenge, I started to drift off to sleep. But before I was able to get to a full sleep, I heard Sir come in as he was talking on the phone. He said, “Just a minute Julie, I’ll see if I can find her.”

After muting the phone, he said in a questioning tone to me, “Apparently you told Julie you’d spend some time with her today?”

“Oh crap! I forgot. I did! I told her we could go to the mall and have an afternoon of drinks too.”

Sir said, “well, not anymore you aren’t. You need to tell her something now to get yourself out of this commitment and I’ll put the phone to your ear. You have 2-minutes and I’ll watch the clock and hang up on her at that time, so make it short and to the point or else she’s going to think you were a rude Bitch who just hung up on her.”

“Yes Sir.”

And he put the phone to my ear and in my sweet southern lady voice I said, “Oh hi Julie. …… Yes, I did forget………Oh yes, I know it’s been so long indeed but I’m a bit tied up at the moment.” (Pause) “well, you know, with things that I just can’t get out of right now.”

Sir looked at the clock and I could tell my time was about to be up.

“Julie, we will just have to reschedule. I sure love our friendship and I know you’ll understand.”

With that, Sir was taking the phone from my ear and I spit out the words, “Take care and I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Click.

Sir patted me on the head and said, “what a good girl, now take a nap and rest your eyes for awhile. I’ll be in soon enough.”

“To be sure you do as you are told, I’ve decided I want to secure you to the bed. He reached up and grabbed the rope that was securely attached to the bed frame that he’d installed last year, and he clipped the end to my collar. And since my arms were secured to my legs, there was no need to attach a lock or key as I couldn’t reach my arm to my neck to release myself, not that I wanted to anyway really.

As he backed away from me, he walked backward while facing me. With phone in hand, he snapped even more photos. When I started to smile to him, not for the photos but to my loving husband, he was quick to say, “Turn your face away! I told you I didn’t want you to smile so look away if you must.”

As I thought he was going to leave, he must’ve changed his mind since he then said, “you know what? I want to tie up those breasts even further. Turn onto your back now.” And he moved into our closet.

When he came back he had a rope and he said, “I’m loving the harness but those tits just aren’t sticking out enough. I’m going to bind them tighter with this rope.”

That’s when he started winding the rope around each breast and then through the middle to wrap the other. He created a perfect figure eight shape, while wrapping each breast tighter and closer to one another. He continued until they were protruding straight away. He tucked the rope and finished it off. As he did, he stepped back and grabbed his phone once again. He smiled saying, “I love it! So damn beautiful!” Click, click, click.

With that, he turned and as he was leaving he said, “sleep well!” Although i had no real idea how I was going to do that at all! So instead, I found myself wondering about what Julie really thought. I’ve never gotten on and off the phone with her in a mere 2-minutes, which has always been irksome to Sir and it’s been a raw topic between us over the ages.

Despite the bindings, I put that thought out of my mind and found myself drifting off to sleep. I’d have to try to explain it better to her when i see her next time…. probably tomorrow.

When I woke, it was to having my Sir’s mouth attached to a protruded nipple and his fingers quickly found their favorite spot further south. I’m always wet for him, even with just a moment’s notice, so his fingers slid right into my pussy without issue.

As his tongue released my nipple from its grip, he said, “Time to wake up and perform your services for me now. I’ve finished my work and I am needing to bury my cock in this wet needy pussy. My cock needs to be worked out and drop a load of cum deep into your cunt. You’re okay with that, am I right my sweet slut?”

I smiled as I opened my eyes and said, “Absolutely Sir. You know my body is always here to provide service to you and give your cock with the deserving home it seeks!”

I heard his pants unzip. He said, “I’m going to move you to the side of the bed so your head will fall from the edge. Then I’m going to jam my cock into your mouth and you need to suck my cock until it’s rock hard.”

I was already on my back, so he loosened the bed rope attached to my collar to allow me to move sideways. He pulled me so that my neck was on the edge of the bed and I let my head flop to the side. I opened my mouth instinctively and immediately I felt his cock his the back of my throat. I almost gagged on such a fast intrusion, but I know better than to gag on my Sir’s cock. Such an act would’ve been perceived as rejection of the gift he’s provided me today, and I’d never insult him in such a way!

As he started to throat fuck my mouth, my nose kept touching my Sir’s ball sack. I felt his balls move back and forth I found it hard to stay still for him to fuck my mouth. I started squirming trying to move where my nose would be clear to breathe.

I felt his hands grab my tits and use them as leverage to push back and forth. He was intent on his mission and as I moved he commanded me to, “Stay still you fucking cunt. I need to get hard already!”

That was the exact moment when she came into our bedroom and I heard Julie spit out the words, “What the fuck is going on? What the hell did you call your WIFE and my friend??”

She started coming at my Sir and tried pushing him off of me. She obviously heard the last sentence where he called me his favorite pet name, his cunt. She saw me tied up and must’ve jumped to conclusions of abuse. Maybe she thought I was being held against my will. I said, “Julie, it’s not what you think! I’m ok. I promise you!”

Sir got pissed though and said, “She IS my wife and what the fuck are you doing in our bedroom? I have every right to treat her the way we are accustom to.”

Julie started to stutter and said, “the garage door was up and your car was here, so after she hung up so rudely on me i came to see what was going on. And now I see she’s being abused! I won’t let you do this to her!”

There it was. I was right. She assumed what she saw was against my will. But she was so wrong. Obviously I couldn’t go to her, so I just said again, “Julie, this is my desire. I am his submissive slut wife, and I LIKE it.”

She then started to show reduced anger and it was replaced with confusion. She said, “when I knocked and no one answered, I came in looking for answers. I wanted to know what was so pressing that you had to cancel on me.”

I said, “what was pressing was actually my Sir’s cock in my throat. The very same one I was about to get fucked by when you interrupted us.”

I heard Sir say, “Julie, she told you she was all tied up. She wasn’t lying.”

Julie looked in shock and said, “You said you were all tied up, but I didn’t take that literal!”

Julie looked at him and said, “obviously.”

That’s when her anger truly subsided and she said, “I guess I need to go. I’m… I’m…. sorry.” She was now embarrassed and at that moment, she just wanted to get away.

But Sir grabbed her by the arm and said, “Julie, all is well here. You know that right?”

Julie started to look at the ground as she was now going into shock at what she’d seen. I said, “Julie, I’m fine. Actually I’m better than fine. I am in my favorite place, serving my dominant Master Husband. If you want to stay, and watch to see that I speak truth, I feel like Sir would welcome that.”

Julie looked at me in surprise and said, “You… you… you want me to stay???”

I smiled and said, “well… yes.”

Sir handed her his phone and said, “I’ve been taking pictures all day. How about you take pictures of anything you see that you like… or rather maybe something you think we would like….”

Julie stared at the phone and barely spoke. All she could say was, “oh, well, Uhm… thanks, but … uhm….”

I laughed and said, “surely you’ve seen people have sex before! And surely you wouldn’t show dishonor to my Sir by saying no to his request.”

She reluctantly took the phone and said, “oh wow. Uhm. Well. Ok.”

And with that, my loving husband looked at me and said, “it seems your friend now knows how submissive and slutty you really are. Put on a show for her to have some picture worthy moments.”

I said, “Yes Sir!”

That’s when Sir said, “Now, open that mouth and let’s see about getting my cock ready to fuck your cunt once more.”

I opened my mouth and he started to fuck my face with even more eagerness than before.

My husband started talking as if Julie wasn’t even present by saying, “What an amazing day this is shaping up to be…. Woman, suck my cock hard! You make me a happy man. And while your mouth has talent, what my cock really wants is to be balls deep in that pussy of mine. Are you ready?”

I mumbled, “Yes Sir” since his cock was still jamming deep in my throat. That’s when he pulled his rock hard cock out of my mouth and he said, “So Julie. You think you can get some great shots of my submissive slut devouring my cock right into her needy pussy?”

She said, “uhm, I think so. But I may need to move to get a better shot.”

My Sir said, “That’s the way to think! Go for it. So move anyway you want and take whatever pics you can. She won’t object, will you my beautiful slut?”

All I could manage to say was, “Like I told you before, I’m all tied up today… and I have nowhere to go!”

All from then on, all I heard was the familiar sound……. click, click, click.

The end.

Hugs,

Marie

189 – Saturday Road Trip

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Sometimes being submissive isn’t about bending over, being spanked, or saying Yes Sir.

Sometimes it’s about getting in the car and seeing the countryside …. with my Sir…. with a happy heart and an adventurous mindset.

Just the two of us left the house this morning at 8:30 am and we won’t be home until probably around 10:00 pm.

Our mission is to eat great Texas BBQ, be out of the house, spend time together and see the countryside…. with Texas BlueBonnets in bloom.

The Bluebonnet is the Texas State Flower. The flower gets its name because the petals resemble the bonnet that women used to wear to shield their face from the sun.

The flower became the State flower the year i was born here too. And as a result of Lady Bird Johnson’s highway beautification initiative, bluebonnets were planted across the state along our highways, making springtime in Texas a beautiful sight to see!

My entire job today is to be kind, considerate, and relax for the ride. Sometimes i say things cheeky, unkind, or get a bad attitude and that’s the kind of ways that are deemed NOT submissive or appropriate… especially today on our road trip together.

So all i have to do is have a good time with a good attitude … and if i don’t (have a good time), pretend to do so!! And don’t forget to do so with a positive attitude too!

Sir has already indicated i may be on the side of the road with my pants down getting a spanking with a few of the comments i have already made. And he said “change the attitude.”

i don’t really think he’d actually do that (spank me on the side of the road), because he’s not really about being on display or show like that. Nor are either of us wanting to be arrested for indecent exposure OR someone thinking i am being beaten. But it wouldn’t stop him from doing spanking me when we get home.

What’s my point? Sometimes people think submission is about being naked or sexual or being a sex slave or… … well….. just sex. And sometimes, frankly most of the time, submission is nothing more than a daily process and the way of living where i need to sit back, relax, and think/talk positively and respectfully.

As the road rolls on today, submission is easy. i think. i hope.

Hugs,

Marie

186 – Chastity belt. Part II

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Because Naughty Nora and Miss D asked questions, it has me inspired to talk about it more……

As i do with all posts, i try to do some research before posting. i like to know, “is my opinion the same as what others would say too?” And i also like to know more facts about the topic too, in case my opinions are just “wrong, and had you learned more you’d know this too.” So i go to the internet…..about female chastity belts this time too.

Finding research on (female) chastity belts is hard. You find a lot of sites selling the cheap Chinese versions (which is fine), a little information about the more expensive ones (which is fine too), but almost nothing about reviews, pros/cons, logistics on everything from how to put it on and how to clean it to ….. WHY would you do it. Why is it appealing? Information about all of this other stuff almost entirely doesn’t exist.

But after a lot of searching, i finally found a blog post from an avid chastity belter. While i don’t know her at all, based on my own actual experience to date, i think she’s well spoken in her choice of words and accuracy in all she wrote.

So instead of posting my own thoughts, i decided she is a bigger expert than i, she said everything i had already contemplated saying, and well…. reposting her blog is quicker for me too.

Of course, i want to add just a little bit of my own experience, especially as it relates to the mental aspects of wearing chastity belts.

Why do i like it? Or why would i tell David i think it’s a “good idea”?

well. i will tell you there’s two main reasons.

1) Wearing a chastity belt makes me feel physically submissive, and not just mentally.

Being submissive means choosing to have less power than the dominant. And most often that is mental… like less power over decisions, or what’s important, or who’s going to be responsible for a task. While some of this does result in a physical action, much of it starts from a mental position.

Sometimes submission is as simple as NOT doing something. Like choosing not to break rules set in place, not touch myself sexually or cause/allow an orgasm, or being disrespectful. But even the “not orgasm” is effectively a mental thing because it’s NOT doing something physical.

So when i am locked up in chastity, i am actively submitting. i am DOING something. A physical, tangible, action. And when wearing it, it is constant. While i can and do get used to the feeling of having it on, it’s still a (quite literally) hard reminder every time i move, stand, or sit, that i chose to hand Sir the key to my heart… and his pussy…. and i am his submissive.

2) You only lock up what’s important to you, so it makes me feel important to Sir.

Think about it, you password protect your information online, you lock the car when you aren’t in it, you lock house when you go to sleep (locking up YOU), you put your money in a bank, and some people put valuable coins, baseball cards, or papers in a safe.

We only put locks and keys on the stuff we deem valuable and don’t want someone else to have access to use or ability to steal.

So when i wear chastity belts, i feel important enough to be locked up and not used by another… including by myself. i can’t steal an orgasm when wearing steel on my locked pussy.

So i like chastity belts because i like what it stands for and what it represents. And honestly, when it’s fitted correctly, it doesn’t hurt either. It does start to chafe after several hours of wear, but it actually feels good to wear it most of the time.

i feel quite literally very intentionally submissive when i wear a chastity belt.

So if it feels good mentally AND physically to wear it…. why wouldn’t i like it?

But that’s enough about my feelings, back to what the Discerning Specialist says about female chastity belts……. check it out for yourself…… if you want to.

And so, without further ado, Here’s the link.

Hugs,

Marie

184 – FICTION: Much needed stress relief

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** one of my longest blog posts ever. Maybe “the” longest indeed. Maybe a word count is in order. Hmmm.

*** Fiction sex-stories just keep running through my head from a real-life situation. David really is currently stressed out, and I really want to have sex. So I just keep thinking of ways to serve him well… and that’s what caused this fiction story to develop…….

Work has him very busy and very stressed out and I know it. I’m doing my best to stay out of his way and not cause him trouble. So when I heard him call my name in a stern way, I suddenly became anxious.

I quickly responded with, “Yes Sir, coming Sir.”

He was sitting in his home office working, as he does everyday while I was trying to be quiet as a mouse. He had already made it known that he had some big deadlines coming up and I was not to bother him.

I understood. I know from previous times where his stress was high due to work deadlines that means I am to be quiet, yet available, and always agreeable.

I immediately went to him and I heard him speak the familiar words “Woman, present yourself.”

Of course I had no clothes on as I’m not allowed to wear them when we are in the house, for any reason. All I had to do was immediately push my legs shoulder-width apart, place my hands interlaced behind my head, and while looking straight ahead cause my chest to protrude outward too.

I wasn’t exactly sure what Sir had in mind considering he doesn’t typically break away from his work to inspect me, but nevertheless I’m always ready when he wants to.

He stood and came toward me. He smiled while his hand stretched reached for my nipple, to which he took between his fingers and just teased it with a hard but loving pinch. And then he did the same to the other one too. I didn’t move a muscle, as I’ve been trained for his touch long ago. I know better than to move when I am in present position.

His hand slid down onto my waist and he moved behind me. I felt his chin on my shoulder while his arms hugged me from behind. Again, I knew not to move.

He kissed my shoulder and took in my scent. I was becoming so aroused just by being touched so innocently by him. His hand slid down between my legs as his cock pressed against my backside. He found exactly what he was looking for: a wet, achy pussy.

Still I didn’t move. He pressed two fingers inside me as I was focused entirely on the mantra in my head, “Do not move. Remain still. Be the pleasing submissive wife he wants you to be. Do not move. Remain still.”

He then started pushing in and out while talking to me about mundane things such as, “so what shall we have for lunch today?”

And I responded, “whatever pleases you Sir.”

He laughed and said, “That wasn’t exactly an answer. But my love, you do know how to respond in ways that create music to my ears too!”

Ding-dong. The doorbell rang.

“Speaking of music in our ears…. right on time too!” he said.

Instinctively I flinched at the sound and he smacked my ass hard and said, “What was that about? You aren’t very focused if the doorbell caused that reaction! You know better than that!”

The unmistakable “ding dong” rang out again.

Sir pulled his fingers from my pussy and said, “don’t move.”

His office is just the first room right inside our front door, so of course when he moved to the door it was only a few feet from where we were standing. Thankfully, I was facing toward the interior of the office with my rear to the front door. I suspected whoever was at the door might see me, but Sir would be standing between them and me, creating a natural wall between us.

I had no idea who was at the door, but I wasn’t about to turn and try to see either. I heard Sir say, “just a minute while I go get my wallet.” And he moved away. I was exposed. I knew this person was seeing my entire backside, and even part of my side profile from the angle they were at.

I heard the stranger say, “oh wow.” He was clearly surprised at the sight of my backside that Sir had intentionally allowed him to have.

Sir came back and handed the guy some money and said, “keep the change.”

I heard the guy said, “You’ve made my day great. Thanks for the tip, and the view.” I heard both men chuckle.

Sir said, “yeah I can see that tip has obviously made you happy by the bulge there in your pants. You must like what you see. Come back anytime.”

He responded, “I just might do that!”

And with that, I heard the door close.

Sir came to me and said, “lunch is here. I took the liberty to order Chinese delivery.”

I still didn’t move or speak as I knew my place and he hadn’t given me permission to move from my position yet, even though my arms and back were truly starting to ache from this longer-than-usual inspection.

Sir said, “you may break now.” That was the cue I was anxiously waiting for, and I thanked him.

We ate lunch in our usual way. When I’m not being asked to do sex-slave duties, I am his submissive wife but we would be like any other couple you see on the streets and at home, with the exception of me wearing no clothing of course. Nothing exciting, really. And we talked about the usual affairs.

Until Sir said, “you need to finish before me and go get under my desk. You need to be there, hidden from sight, but waiting for me when I sit down for my Zoom call.”

I did as told. I like being his submissive wife and doing the things that make him happy. So I responded with, “Yes Sir” and started to eat at a bit quicker pace than usual.

When he returned to the office, of course I am already in place. I wouldn’t dream of intentionally disappointing him. He sits in his chair and he looks at me and starts to speak, “while I am on this zoom call you will suck my cock. You should make sure to do it with enough enthusiasm to convince me you deserve this alone time with my cock while I’m busy earning a living for our family. And yet, you can’t make any noise so as to distract my colleagues while we discuss our business dealings. If you manage to get me off before the call ends, you will be rewarded. But if you do not or if you make too much noise, you will be punished. Do you understand?”

I was ecstatic to be allowed to pleasure Sir while he was working. He’s been so stressed with work, I’ve hardly had anytime with him at all and definitely none with his cock.

I got the biggest grin on my face and said, “oh goodie Sir! Thank you for allowing me to worship your cock. You know how I love sucking your cock!”

Because I’m not allowed to touch him without permission and as he moved his chair closer to me he said, “you may take my cock from my pants, but you are allowed only to touch my pants with your hand. The only thing I want touching my cock is your mouth.”

I unzipped his pants with my hands, and proceeded to only touch him after that with my mouth. I didn’t want to do anything to earn punishment, or to have him take away my cock-worship time.

And with that I heard the clicking of the mouse and I heard Sir say, “Hey guys. How are you?”

My tongue swirled at the tip of his cock. I tasted the pre-cum drop that had already formed there.

I heard the others say how they were doing and asked Sir how he was. He said, “oh I’ve been stressed lately, but I expect I’ll start to feel relief soon.”

I knew he intended for me to hear that comment! And it gave me the encouragement to take his whole member into my mouth. I pushed my mouth down onto his cock, taking him deep into my throat.

I began to thrust my mouth up and down causing his cock to become harder and thicker with every move. I could tell Sir was enjoying this slight distraction from his daily grind.

They were talking all sorts of business things that I knew nothing about, but I didn’t care about it either. I had one goal and that was to get my Sir to ejaculate fully into my mouth.

Sir has told me before that I give good head and it encourages me to try to do even more each time he allows me this pleasure. I decided to try to go as fast as I could, so I was moving up-down-up-down in rhythm. I could hear the beat in my head as I moved in time.

And with each thrust I pushed him deeper and deeper in my throat. Each time I pushed fully down onto his cock, I could feel his cock touch the back of my throat. It was divine pleasure to feel his thick cock fill my mouth so entirely.

But I wanted more.

I know from experience I can push his cock past the touch of my throat and have it slide down, but it’s hard to do from this position. It’s so much easier when I’m laying on my back on the bed, with my head hanging over the side while he throat fucks me. When he does that, his cock just slides right into my throat as smooth as butter!

Maybe I could achieve that same result from this position too, but I really wasn’t sure.

As I was trying to get a better angle on his cock, continuing to move up and down, I hit my head on the desk. Oh-shit.

I heard someone on the call say, “is everything ok? Did we lose you?”

I had became the exact kind of distraction he had warned me against! I held his cock in my mouth while holding perfectly frozen in time. I was so mad at myself. How did I fuck this up?

That’s when I saw his hand come under the desk. I felt his hand come up to my cheek and touch it softly. And that’s when he pulled away and came back hard again. P-O-P. He gave my cheek a really hard pop that sting pretty good. It was intentional. It made a point.

I didn’t expect that exactly, so I nearly moved enough to have my teeth grind into Sir’s prized possession. Biting him would’ve been a complete disaster so I’m grateful to have held my mouth still enough to not do that to him! But the message was clear…. punishment was soon coming.

I heard Sir say, “oh that was nothing of importance. I just hit something under my desk. I’ll have to take care of that later.”

At this very moment that was what I was. Something … a distracting “something” at that. And between the pop to my cheek and the comments made aloud, he made it clear punishment would ensue soon enough.

While my mouth still surrounded his cock, I felt the unmistakable sense of his cock deflating. He had lost interest in my cock worship. But I hadn’t been told to stop, nor had he pulled himself from my mouth, and the Zoom call hadn’t ended either so I still had a chance to get him off before it ended. Although I was skeptical at my chances of success, I knew I had to try!

I started again. I thrust up and down, swirled my tongue on his cock. I felt it flick, which I knew meant it was regaining blood flow. I felt it thicken in my mouth and I was encouraged. I had hope that I might could still get him to orgasm yet.

I worked hard to get him off. This time though, I was completely in-tune with his Zoom call, where I was much more careful to make no noise of any kind.

I pushed him deep inside my mouth. When I pulled out, I made a point to swirl my tongue at his tip. I’ve always known that little flick of the tongue excites him so much. And I pushed even deeper again. And swirled my tongue even more. And again. And again.

I heard him finally say, “that does seem like a great place to be.” And a minute later I heard, “Ahhhhh, yes.”

It was with the word “yes,” that I felt his hand on the back of my head. He grabbed my head and held me still. His cock was deep inside my mouth. I was finally rewarded with one solid flex of his member, followed by a thick stream of cum shooting deep into my mouth. It almost gagged me, but Sir had trained me to accept his gift without gagging. So I concentrated on breathing through my nose, slowing my heart rate, keeping my mouth as wide as possible, and drank down every drop of cum his beautiful cock offered me.

That was when his hand released his grip. He started to stroke my hair with petting moves, while he pulled his cock back from my mouth too. I heard him say, “This has indeed been a productive meeting gentleman. I need to go take care of some to-do’s that have come from this meeting and we will be in touch soon.”

I knew the “productive meeting” comment was meant to say I did good to get him to orgasm, but the “take care of to-do’s” was me being punished too. I started to cringe as I wasn’t looking forward to the punishment that ensued.

He pulled his chair back from the desk and he said, “while you were indeed successful with giving me stress relief, you didn’t fully carry out your full directive either. Did you?”

“No sir.”

“And what did you do wrong?”

“I became too greedy and popped my head against the bottom side of the desk, causing you and your co-workers an unnecessary distraction Sir.”

“Yes you became a greedy cunt, didn’t you? Why did you act like an untrained bitch? You know better! Or at least I sure thought you did.”

Disappointment rose up in me. He was right in that I have been trained better. My service to him has been a long time int he making, and I love doing it. But today my service wasn’t complete.

“Yes, but Sir I was just so grateful for the opportunity to give you the needed cock-worship you deserve that I….”

He cut me off. “That you failed to follow my directive. You acted like an untrained slut who doesn’t know her place. Do you think that gave me stress relief to know you need to be trained better than I thought you were?”

Feeling dejected, I dropped my gaze to the floor and I responded with, “No Sir”.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you. You don’t get to hide your eyes from me and not feel the full brunt of the shame you should be feeling. Are you ashamed of the service you failed to deliver today?”

I looked up and straight into his eyes. And I said, “Yes Sir” as tears started to blur my vision.

He said, “That’s good. Now because you were successful in getting me off in the end, I won’t give you the full punishment I was originally thinking I would. Go stand in this corner. Think about how this could’ve gone better and how you will do better next time. You’ll stand there until I say otherwise.”

And he pointed to the corner behind him. I moved silently to the corner of the room.

Only about a minute after I was in place, I heard Sir clicking away at the keyboard. He was back to work.

Then it wasn’t too long more when I heard him say, “Hi all. I’m glad we can have this meeting today. So where to begin?”

He had clearly begun yet another Zoom meeting for the day.

I heard someone say, “Oh this may well be the best Zoom meeting of the day so far. I like what I see!”

And Sir said, “I’m glad I can bring you all some small pleasure. I have had some small pleasures myself today, but don’t let the view distract you as we have a long meeting ahead. Although because I didn’t find the fullest expected pleasure I had hoped for earlier, some thought provoking positions had to be put in place. So rest assured, your view won’t change. Let’s get started shall we?”

And with that, I knew Sir had joined his next Zoom call with everyone seeing my naked ass in their sight… and I was going to be standing here for a long while… contemplating how I didn’t deliver on the expectations and fullest pleasure possible to my Sir. I’ll have plenty of time now to think about how to do better next time though… including maybe another chance to even meet the lunch delivery boy face to face too! 😉

Hugs,

Marie

183 – FICTION: Discipline Reinstated

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“I have been lax on your discipline and your attitude lately shows it. This is on me as it is my responsibility to maintain order and of course when you aren’t disciplined for poor behavior, you forget how to act good. So today we correct that. Assume the Position. N-O-W.”

That’s what he said to me. I knew he was right, but that didn’t mean I was ready for him to turn it back on right N-O-W as he said to me either.

I mean hell, I was dressed up, made up, and we were about to walk out the door for our Friday night out. I’ve been looking forward to this date night with my Dominant Husband all week!

So ….. in hearing his words…. I hesitated. I looked at him and said, “what?? Now?? Why?? We are about to leave……”

And what I heard back, I knew was what I probably needed to hear but had no desire in actually hearing either.

He said, “This. This attitude is what ai suspected I’d hear from you. Again, it’s my fault for not having been engaged lately and having poorly executed our discipline routine. But that stops. Now. Unless of course you want to argue more with me……”

That’s when I rolled my eyes at him.

Ut oh. That was most definitely not the best thing to do, and I knew it the second after I saw his face.

He was determined. To change this behavior. And it was about to happen.

He grabbed me up by my forearm, lifting me onto my toes. And said, “the eye roll is exactly what I won’t be having anymore of. You just made this worse for both of us. We will not be leaving here until your ass is as red as I think it should be, in order to have you sufficiently reminded of exactly how you are to behave when I give an order for you. Do you understand me??”

All I said was “Yes Sir”.

I hadn’t uttered those words in quite some time, which was really when I did know and acknowledge aloud that he was RIGHT. I did need discipline and his hand to be reminded of my submissive place in our marriage. If I had been able to be honest, I’d have told him awhile ago he was needing to bend me over and spank me. But he’s in control and let’s face it, I can’t make my Husband do something he’s not wanting to do. But it does seem he’s going to do this now.

And that’s when the realization that I was about to be regretting every non-Sir response, every eye roll, and every hesitation that I’ve felt lately.

I was glad to have my dominant husband back in control and caring enough to do what we both know needed to be done, but my ass was about to be very sore indeed.

He may as well have been dragging me to the bedroom by this point and he kinda pushed me forward toward the bed, and said, “Now. Do you need to be reminded exactly what the words ‘Assume the Position’ mean or can I assume you will be able to act properly now??”

I said, “Yes Sir” and started taking my clothes off. He just stared.

While this is always the most humiliating part for me, it is especially hard when his eyes are just bearing down on me too. So I sheepishly started removing my clothes, piece by piece.

He snapped his fingers and said “hurry it up woman. We don’t have all day. As you were aware, we have a dinner date to get started!”

So I moved more quickly and laid across the bed as I’ve been taught to do.

I heard the bedside stand drawer open and I knew I was about to feel the full reign of his authority on my backside.

He said, “I’ve let this go for too long.”

Smack.

I flinched and couldn’t help but think “wow, he didn’t even start light! Can I handle that he’s about to give??”

And he said, “you’ve not been the best submissive wife you could be. Have you?”

Smack.

“I asked you a question!”

Smack-smack-smack

“Yes, I know. I haven’t been very good. You are right.”

Smack-smack-smack!

“You also fail to speak the word you know I like to hear most!”

Smack! Smack! S-M-A-C-K!!

“What word is that?”

“Sir. You like to hear Sir. Sir”

SMACK!

“That’s correct. That word is music to my ears”

SMACK

(My eyes were already starting to tear up. My butt was already burning. But I also knew I love to submit to my husband, and I needed this. And honestly he needed this too.)

“Now, I’ll start over and you’ll count.”

(Now I just started to let the tears flow freely.)

Smack.

“One Sir”

Snack

“Tttwo Sirrr”

(My tears were making the words hard to speak.)

Smack

“Threeeee Sirrrrrr”

(I don’t want to call yellow. But how many more?!)

Smack-smack

“(Sob) Four Sirrrr aaand Fivvvveee Sirrrrr”

“That’s my girl. That’s what I like to hear. I know you are being a good girl to accept this needed discipline and your strength is very much noticed. Only five more. And each one will be harder than the last, so we end on a strong climax. Are you ready my love?”

“Y-essss sssssiiiirrrr” (sob)

(I can do 5-more. I’m proud that I have accepted his dominance and submitted the way I know we both want and love!)

Smack

Smack!

SMACK!!

(My tears and cries were getting loud)

“Good girl! I’m so proud of you for submitting to me and being so strong to accept my will as your own. One more love and we are done. This will hurt.”

S-M-A-C-K!!!

And with that, I collapsed onto the bed a whole mess of make up, tears, and yet…. strength. I know I’m a strong woman to decide to submit to my husband. I am proud of myself being willing to accept his leadership and discipline. And I know that he’s proud of me too for those same reasons.

With that he puts his arms around me and holds me for a few minutes until all the tears dry. That’s when he says, “are you hungry my good girl? I want to take you to a wonderful dinner now if you are up to it.”

I responded with the only words I knew were in my mind, heart, and soul……

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”

And I hear……

“That’s my Good girl!”

Hugs,

Marie