I knelt behind her in the center of the floor as she stripped, slowly. The cuffs holding my hands be

I knelt behind her in the center of the floor as she stripped, slowly. The cuffs holding my hands behind my back had been my idea, the collar around my neck an impulse buy one day while I was at the grocery story beside PetSmart.For years I had fantasized about submitting, and lately I hadn’t managed to stop dreaming of offering myself to my wife. Our sex life, both while we were dating and after our marriage, had been completely prosaic. Oral, a little experimentation with positions, an abortive attempt at anal… and that was it.But sometimes, when we had gotten into a fight over something and were having angry-not-quite-made-up-yet sex, I saw flashes. When she climbed on top and clamped her fingers on my shoulders, or when we 69′ed, and she pressed down on my face just before she came, leaning back and letting my dick fall from her mouth…So I did it, on her birthday. Wrapped up the collar and the cuffs and made a little handwritten card offering one night of service. She was initially confused, unsure if I meant for her to wear them or me, and then excited.That had been a week ago. She wasn’t normally into porn, but this morning she had told me that all week she had been looking up online articles and blogs and videos about femdom and bondage. She’d laughed while she said it, apparently amused by my facial expression.“Having second thoughts?” She had asked, giving me a peck on the cheek.I shook my head. “Never.”Now, though… I wasn’t so sure. I was already naked and waiting, and she looked so sweet, so innocent as she undressed. I just wanted to stand up and kiss her and make sweet love to her like we always did.I had started to get up when she turned to face me, and I froze in my tracks. Her eyes were so beautiful. Her lips so full. She turned, walking sooo slowly towards me, and I noticed that she had two things in her hands. One of my belts… and a leash. She slapped the belt against her leg as she came, and her eyes… hardened.“I know what you like now, bitch. All this time you’ve been holding out on me, acting like a real man… and all I needed to do was crack the whip a little and you’d have fallen into line.”I smiled, and her eyes flashed. If I hadn’t known better I would have thought she was really angry.I didn’t even see her hand come around, but she struck me on the side, hard with my own belt. I yelped in surprise, and my smile faded.“What the fu–” she hit me again, in the same spot. “Dammit!” She hit me again, even harder, and I started to get up. She let the belt dangle and the hand holding the leash went to the nape of my neck, where she twisted my hair sharply.I dropped back down to my knees. Now she did smile, but it was cruel. “You think I’m funny, bitch? You think I don’t know how to control you?”She twisted the hand holding my hair and I gave a grunt of pain. “Answer me, bitch.”“Dammit, no, honey, I–t.”“HONEY?” She hit me again. “Is that how you talk to your mistress?”“FUCK. No, mistress.” Her answering smile warmed me.“You and I are going to have so much fun tonight, bitch.”½ -- source link

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