Sometimes, a domme just wants to be dommed.
"Nothing on tv worth watching," he said, "I'm going to go watch porn. You, get upstairs."
OOH! That sounded authoritarian, thought Elspeth.
I'd better scoot! I guess it's a switch night...lucky me!
To tell the truth, she had been not-too-subtly guiding him in that direction for days. While she was generally speaking Dominant, there was a very deep submissive streak within her that needed to be exercised (
or was it exorcised, she sometimes wondered) from time to time. When it did, she would find ways to suggest to him that her needs were becoming overwhelming; the stress was becoming too much. Real life was taking its toll, and she had to escape it; she had to lose Herself inside that space where she was at once infinitely small and infinitely large in the universe. To get so lost in 'subspace' that she could surrender completely to His will...even thinking about getting there got Elspeth wet.
She started suggesting to her husband that perhaps she'd not leave such a mess on the counter tops if she were spanked more often. Later, she'd suggest regular spankings for her as a means of correcting another habit of hers that he found annoying. By Wednesday evening, she'd clearly gotten her point across. Her husband was ordering her upstairs to get ready to fuck, and nothing else! She practically sprinted for the stairs. She barely paused on her way through the bedroom on her way to the tall glassed-in shower at the end of her bathroom. She turned up the shower and jumped in quickly; she conditioned her hair and shaved her now-soaking wet pussy completely smooth. After a brisk toweling off, she went back to the bed and tried to decide how best to present herself so that he couldn't possibly fail to misread what she wanted. After a few moments, she had it.
Elspeth leaned across the middle of their tall oak bed; in her bare feet, it was almost hip-high.
The perfect height, she thought
, for me to lay across. She clasped her hands above her head on the bed, and spread her feet wide. She balanced enticingly on her tiptoes as she heard Him enter the bedroom.
"Ahhhh, all ready for me, I see, " her husband drawled as he patted her ass, "Good girl. Now, turn over and lift your knees." She couldn't help but feel disappointed. Was He just up for a quick suck and fuck? Luckily, her man had other plans.
As she rolled onto her back and struggled not to look disappointed, Elspeth saw her husband flip open the lid to the Toy chest. She watched as He removed a black leather restraint belt, cuffs and a long piece of chain.
That's a surprise! Elspeth thought, and in immediate response, her pussy grew even wetter than before.
"It's a wonder I'm not drooling, she marveled.
"Stand up," her husband ordered, smiling. "Let's get this on you. Put these on," and He handed her the locking leather ankle cuffs while He fastened the restraint belt around her waist. She felt the weight of it settle around her, the cuffs around her ankles making her feel more grounded already. As she fastened the second cuff, he showed her the next surprise: a long length of chain. After a moment's thought, he threaded it through a single ring on the belt, then fastened each end to an ankle. She could only imagine what she might look like; legs spread wide, ankles cuffed in black leather, with her cunt on display for the world to see.
"Wouldn't you love me to display you like that sometime?" he asked her quietly. Mutely, she nodded. She could not trust herself to speak. "Then I will...but you know, don't you that ONLY REALLY NAUGHTY GIRLS LIKE THAT."
To be continued...?
