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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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My Wife’s been home all day catching up on the housework, and had just got in from a run - I was planning on slinking out of work an hour early to give me some time at home to fulfil my plans. I'd been building up to this all day, on the way into work I'd stopped off and bought a leather collar and chain to control her, then I'd been sending her 'orders' all day, to make sure she was dripping wet waiting for me when I got home.
She’s loved light bondage for a long time, and made no secret of it, so I thought it was time I became totally dominating.
It starts with messages all day telling her how hard she’s going to come, giving her an indication of what I’m going to do to her, but now, with an hour to go until I leave work, It’s time to pick up the pace. I send her a message:
“Go upstairs. Select an outfit that'll please me - should include a thong, knee high boots and a nighty - best to maintain your dignity! Ley them on the bed ready for later. While you're there, put your balls in to keep you wet for the next hour.
Your next instruction will follow in 10mins, so keep your phone handy and be quick.”
I leave it at that, assuming that she’ll do as she’s told. I spend the ten minutes dodging doing any real work, and focus on getting the following commands and messages prepared. Ten minutes are up, time for another command:
“I hope you've managed the last set of instructions? Time's running short! I think you'd better chill out a little, make the bed, lay out some sex toys ready for me to torture you later - you'll be wanting to get your wand, your WeVibe, three lengths of rope and the big red dildo, all neatly arranged on the top of the chest please.
perhaps you should put my cock ring on the breakfast bar so I can be suitably dressed when I get home too?”
I get a message back this time, asking if I mind her having a shower – a stupid question, does she not realise I have everything planned out – If I’m going to be eating her pussy, she’d better have a shower, but all in due course, so I reply:
“damn right you'll be having a shower, I'm not having my little sex bitch all sweaty before I start. But do as you’re told first, then I’ll let you have a shower”
I give her a little time, enough to do what I had commanded, but becoming increasingly aware that I’m running out of time before I’ll be getting home, time for another instruction I think;
“Got some time to make up now… you’d better get in the shower, don't want my sex slave to be sweaty after her run. Nice and clean please, all over, pay a little extra attention to cleaning in and around your asshole too, and be sure to shave your pussy totally bare aswell, it'll be receiving a bit of attention over the two hours. I'll be kind and allow you 15 minutes until your next instruction, but make sure you're out of that shower and waiting for my command by ten to four.
When you get out, you’ll have to put your balls in your clean smooth wet pussy – I want you dripping wet when I get home”
I feel it best to remind her that she does what she’s commanded, not as she wants, so I send another message;
“and don't be thinking you're deciding what to do or ignoring any instructions. you're my wife, you do as you're told”
It’s becoming increasingly hard to maintain my composure at work, I’ve got a streaming webcam site open on one of my monitors, watching a couple fuck so hard – no sound but I can imagine she’s screaming as he ploughs through her with his huge cock – but all this is serving to do is distract me, number 1 priority is my wife now…so I close it, and I focus. Look busy, pretend to work, but continue with my plans for when I get home, not long to go now…
I’ve had no response to my last message, I worry that she’s still in the shower – think it’s time to get her moving again, so I put together the next command. Time’s running out, so I’m going to have to rush her a little… no worries, she’s my sex bitch, if she has to rush around to please me, all the better…
“Hope that was a nice shower? All extra clean and smooth? You need to get dressed appropriately for me now. Wear, a thong, your wedding shoes & a nighty. And we’d better do something about your wet hair – pig tails will be about right. You’ve got 6 minutes, which should be plenty long enough. Four O-clock is your deadline. Don’t let me down.”
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