Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

When we pulled in the driveway I instructed my wife to fasten only the bottom button of her blouse and to pull her skirt down. I then had her pick up her underwear and stand at the side of the car and wait for me to grab her luggage from the trunk. While we live in a quiet suburb type neighborhood, with trees lining either side of our house from prying eyes, were anyone to walk by and glance up at us they would see my wife standing there with bra and panties in hand and a shirt that was hanging open exposing nearly all of her breasts. As it were, if she stood absolutely still, her nipples would just barely be covered, but as soon as she started walking, they would pop right out for everyone to see.

As soon as the front door was closed, I ordered Tina to “take off your clothes.” she looked behind her nervously at the glass window which runs the length of the door, before doing as instructed. Once naked I handed her the first of my purchased toys and instructed her to put it on.

It was a sleek black leather collar about an inch wide with felt lining the inside and silver studs ringing the outside. Interspersed around the collar were several silver rings for attaching things to it. Once she had it on, I ordered, “kneel slut and take my cock out.” I made sure she knelt in front of the window by the door in order to add to her embarrassment, as the blush on her face now extended down to her shoulders and the tops of her breasts.

My cock was already hard as a rock and, remembering my instructions from last time, she immediately dropped her hands to her side once she had my cock out of my pants. Despite her nervousness, Tina was like a woman on a mission. She attacked my cock with a hunger I’d never seen before. Soon loud slurping noises could be heard as she worked more and more of my cock into her mouth. In no time, she had the head of my cock bumping against the back of her throat causing her to gag each time.

This time I wasn’t prepared to let her go at her own pace, so I grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head and growled, “open that throat up slut, because my cock is going in one way or another.” I then began to push on the back of her head, forcing my cock slowly into her throat. She was gagging hard around my cock as she fought to keep control of her panic and to breathe at the same time. I was persistent this time and continued to shove more and more of my cock into her mouth until I had the entire length buried in her. I paused for a second to enjoy the sensations of her gagging throat, before quickly pulling out and allowing her to breathe again.

I repeated the process several more times before picking up the pace and slipping into a steady rhythm of fucking her throat. Tina seemed to adjust more quickly this time and was able to accommodate me much more easily. “Play with your cunt, slut,” I instructed as I again picked up the pace even further. Each time my pace picked up, so too did hers, so that by the time I was jackhammering her throat, her hand was a blur on her already sensitive pussy. When I could feel my orgasm was near I ordered, “cum for me slut.” Again it only took moments before my wife was spasming at my feet as her orgasm rocketed throughout her body. Pulling out quickly, I began shooting spurt after spurt of cum all over her beautiful face, covering it in long strands of white sticky goo.

When at last we had both caught our breath, she bent forward and noisily cleaned my cock with her tongue and mouth. When she was finished, I instructed “clean your face now slut.” At that, she reached up with both hands and began scooping the strands of cum off of her face and into her waiting mouth.

“Now that we have that out of the way, let’s get some ground rules established, shall we?” I asked. Still kneeling at my feet, my wife simply nodded her head and continued looking up at me. “When you enter this house, you will immediately strip naked and put your new collar on. If I am home already, then you will run over and kneel at my feet to await further instructions. If I arrive sometime after you, you will come to the front door as I enter and kneel at my feet there. Unless I say otherwise, you will always be naked in this house.” Pausing I ask asked, “questions thus far?”

“But what if you are with someone when I come home?” she meekly asked.

“Unless I give you other instructions, then you will do just as I’ve said” I replied. “As well, if I address you as anything other than Tina such as ‘slut’ or ‘whore’, then you will immediately slip into your submissive role and refer to me as Sir. While in this role, you will also refer to anyone else that addresses you as Ma’am or Sir. Questions?”

“No Sir,” was the quick reply.

“Good, then go make us some supper.” At that Tina jumped up off the floor and scampered off into the kitchen to begin preparing supper naked for the first time. Once supper was complete, we spent the rest of the evening exploring each other’s bodies in various rooms of the house until we finally collapsed exhausted into bed.

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I awoke earlier than I normally do the next day, as I wanted to put the next phase of my plan into action before my wife had woken up. Sneaking into the closet I grabbed the paddle and wrist straps I had purchased from the Adult Store and stashed them at the foot of the bed. Taking a moment to watch my wife sleep, I marveled at how peaceful and content she appeared to be. Even asleep, she had a slight smile on her lips. She was still naked under the sheets and was also still wearing her new collar. She was laying half on her stomach and half on her side, with her left knee tucked up beside her.

With a grin, I grabbed the bottom of the sheet covering my sleeping wife and yanked it off of her in one quick motion. The quick movement startled my wife awake as she groggily began looking around for the source of the disturbance. Not giving her a chance to respond, I grabbed hold of her right ankle and yanked hard, sliding her entire body down the length of the bed until her lower half was hanging over the bed. Letting go of her ankle, gravity took over and her feet fell firmly on the floor with her upper body still bent over the foot of the bed. As she began to raise up, I placed a hand on the small of her back and pushed her back into the bed.

“Stay down slut and put your hands behind your head,” I ordered.

Still a little out of it, she began to mumble “what’s wrong Carl…”

SLAP. A shocked gasp from my wife.

Smacking her ass hard I growled, “that’s Sir to you. For that, you will have to be punished,” I admonished for not remembering her role. “Now put your hands behind your head,” I again ordered.

By now she was wide awake and quickly complied. “I’m sorry Sir. I didn’t mean any offense,” she blurted as she hastily put her hands behind her head.

Grabbing the wrist straps from the floor, I fitted each one to her wrists and then clipped them together to a silver ring in the back of her collar, thereby preventing her from being able to use her hands. Once she was suitably secured, I continued, “from now on, you will awaken early enough each morning, when you are home with me, to ensure your morning routine is completed and breakfast, which will consist of 2 eggs, bacon and toast, will be ready for me when I wake at 9am. Deviation from this will result in a severe punishment.” Looking at the bedside alarm clock I continued, “and seeing as how it is now past 9am and you do not have my breakfast ready for me, I think it is appropriate for me to punish you at this time.”

“But Sir…. I didn’t know…. I’m sorry….” she began to stammer as she looked for a way out of her current predicament.

“Stop! Do I need to gag you as well?” I asked, “or are you going to take your punishment like a good little slut?”Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“No Sir, please don’t gag me. I’ll take my punishment,” she quickly replied.

“Very well then. You are going to become intimately familiar with the feel of the paddle this morning. This hopefully will serve as a reminder to you of what will happen should you disobey or displease me in any way,” I sternly added. I was unsure of what her limits were going to be, so I was a bit nervous as I proceeded.

Wanting to ensure this moment stayed forever etched in her memory, I decided on impulse to grab the digital video camera from the dresser and, along with a discarded shoe box, positioned the camera on the box at the head of the bed facing my wife’s upturned face. Now, this was a bit of a risk for me as my wife had never wanted to film ourselves having sex before, despite my repeated requests. This time, though, she offered no complaint.

Once the camera was recording and focused on my wife’s face, I walked around to the end of the bed and grabbed the paddle from the floor. “Now slut, I want you to look at that camera. You will continue to look at that camera throughout your punishment. Under no circumstances are you to look away. Is that clear slut?” I asked.

Meekly, she quickly replied, “yes Sir.”

“Now look into camera and explain to all of our viewers what you are and why you are shackled in this position.”

Swallowing hard, she stared into the camera and whispered, “I’m a slut and I’m being punished for being disobedient.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think anyone heard that. Louder please,” I ordered.

This time louder. “I’m a slut and I’m being punished for being disobedient.”

“Very good. Now after each stroke of the paddle you will look at the camera and count the stroke and then thank me,” I instructed, as I took up position on her right side allowing me to use my dominant left hand to wield the paddle.

SMACK. I brought the paddle down hard against her left ass cheek. A shriek erupted from Tina as her upper body began to lift up off the bed. Having anticipated this movement, I had my right hand hovering over her back and quickly shoved her back into the bed. When she didn’t say anything after a few seconds I added, “I guess that stroke didn’t count. And let me make this clear slut. If you do not stay in position as I’ve ordered you to do, then I will tie you down to this bed and I will double the amount of strokes. Is that clear?” I asked menacingly.