What the hell was I doing standing in the corner, my back to the room, expensive silk knickers round my ankles? My hands were clasped behind my head while the tailored white blouse I’d put on several hours earlier was tied at my waist, exposing my bottom to the room. Finlay chuckled and made a point of conducting a very long phone call to add to my discomfort.
How did a woman like me come to be in this position? You may well ask. I’ve always been the one in charge, held a high budget, responsible position, organised everything from holidays to grocery shopping but here I was waiting to experience a “punishment” at the hands of my husband. It all started some months ago. I was tired, stressed and in need of a break but when we arrived at our secluded holiday home Pink Cottage, named for the rose coloured stone of its construction, on the edge of forestry land I just couldn’t switch off and relax. I desperately needed to let go but just couldn’t. Fin cooked a meal on the Saturday night and ensured that I drank half a bottle of very nice champagne before suggesting that if I handed over a control to him in the bedroom it might relieve a little of my stress. Intrigued I asked him what he meant, his reply that since it was about relieving me of responsibilities I was to leave it to him, my only input was to let him know if I didn’t like something by saying the word “umbrella” and to make any suggestions I felt might add to our experience. With that he took me to our bedroom, laid me on the bed, secured my wrists and ankles to the headboard and foot then left me. I had no choice but to lay there, I shouted out to him to get back and let me loose, I threatened, I insisted, I cajoled but I didn’t say “umbrella”. Eventually I gave in to it and just lay there while feeling myself become calmer and more relaxed. Fin woke me from a peaceful sleep about twenty minutes later.
We had a long talk the next day and our holiday home became a real escape from everyday life for us both.
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It was a couple of weeks before we could get away again and by the time of our early evening arrival I was coiled tight and ready to combust. I tried to switch off but my mind kept racing. Fin immediately took charge telling me to shower and not bother to dress, just a robe would do, tired and stressed I was happy just to do as he said and emerged some time later refreshed in a short silk robe hair tied in a pony tail
“Good!” was all Fin said before pointing to an upright chair in the centre of the room
I went to sit on it but he stopped me
“I’m going to give you something other than work to think about Lisa, bend forward over the back of the chair and grasp the base of the seat”
I was surprised to say the least but giving up control means, well, giving up control. Now I’m not tall, 5ft at best and leaning over the back of that chair caused me to stretch my body tight, thank god that my daily yoga practice kept me flexible. My robe rode up at the back exposing my bum and my hair was tickling my face but I soon forgot about all that when Fin began to gently caress my bottom and stroke my back before suddenly issuing a series of short sharp smacks to my arse.
“Ow, ouch, ow! What are you doing that for? Ouch!”
“Shush” he continued his spanking and strangely I began to relax into it. “While we’re here you will wear what I say, go where I say and do as I say. Understand?” Fin said as he rubbed my bottom
“Yes” I managed to stutter, feeling a very welcome wetness between my legs
“Good” he helped me to stand and held me tight, kissing my neck and stroking my hair. “Let’s have dinner and relax with a drink, while you were in the shower I put an outfit on the bed for you, go and change and I’ll order some food”
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When I saw what he’d put out for me to wear I was surprised. I pride myself on being a classy dresser, always groomed, smart and understated sexiness. The gaudy push up bra, tiny thong, flimsy top cut almost to my navel and skirt that barely covered my arse were so far from my normal clothes that I burst out laughing. There were pair of black hold ups and some red shoes that I hoped I wouldn’t have to walk far in. Once I was dressed I surveyed myself in the full length mirror, something was missing…make up. I applied lipstick and eye make-up in far greater quantities than I normally would but as I did I felt a growing sense of freedom, a loosening of inhibitions and a security in the knowledge that whatever happened while we were at Pink Cottage was ok, I could relax into it and enjoy it to its fullest.
I teetered down stairs Fin looked up ” you need a bit more practice on those shoes” he laughed “but you look beautiful, so slutty and yet you still retain that air of elegance” he rose and kissed me “The food will be here in five minutes, I ordered Thai”
“Tonight we’ll just play about together, test each other’s boundaries a bit, get to know what we like and don’t like” with that he showed me to my chair plonked right in the centre of it was quite a large dildo, I looked at him with an eyebrow raised. Every meal, he explained to me I would be sitting with one of a selection of dildos inside me, this was the smallest and he was excited to see how large I could actually go. To my surprise, I found I was excited by this too and standing on tiptoe feeling my skirt ride up to expose my arse I put my arms around his neck and kissing him thanked him for arranging all this.
“The pleasure is and will be all mine” he grinned and went to answer the door to the delivery driver.
Inviting me to take a seat he watched smiling as I slipped the fabric of the tiny thong to one side and slid myself down on to the dildo, although quite fat it wasn’t too long and nestled inside me nicely making me feel quite horny . Fin set the dishes in the centre of the table
“Pass the rice please, Fin”
“No, you need to reach for it without letting that thing inside you slip out”
As I leaned forward I had to raise myself slightly, realising that in order to serve my food I would be moving up and down on the dildo increasing the sensation as I did so
“Oh and the rule is that you may only take one spoonful from each dish at a time “
“You planned this!” I laughed
He poured me a glass of champagne and we ate. I must have slid up and down on that thing thirty times during the meal and by the time we’d finished I was so intensely aroused that I barely knew what to do with myself.
We moved to the sofa, I was dripping wet and could feel my pussy swollen and wanting under the flimsy fabric. Fin turned the tv on and loaded a porn dvd
“I’m going to watch this while you suck my cock; I think I deserve a little relaxation. We’ll have your top off I think and tits out”
He wouldn’t normally have called my breasts tits and just hearing the slightly cruder language ramped up the excitement another level for me. I peeled my top off and loosened the bra exposing my breasts. My nipples were already erect from the stimulation of the dildo in my pussy but being semi naked like this while Fin was still dressed increased the erotic atmosphere and my arousal to almost unbearable levels.
I knelt and freed his beautiful, rock hard cock from its confines. Maintaining eye contact I licked and gently sucked, taking my time and barely hearing the sounds of the porn playing on the background, as I worked my magic I took him as deep as I could into my mouth, cupping his balls until I knew he was close to cumming. I don’t like the taste or texture and he knows that so I thrust my breasts forward looked directly in his eyes and said
“cum on my tits”
Arching his back he shot several steady streams of cum onto my breasts . Moving back, maintaining eye contact I rubbed it in massaging it into my nipples.
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