He knew what he wanted. A strong, comitted, and sexual relationship. She just needed to be trained.
She was a professional, hardworking woman he was proud to have on his arm when out socializing but at home, he knew that her role, her purpose was to be on her knees, or her back.
Every Bdsm relationship is different from a little slap and tickle to extreme feats of controlled violence. He wielded his power as a forceful but encouraging tool to shape their relationship into a stronger bond. He didn’t need to be too forceful, just enough.
His house rules were easy. She would only wear sexy undergarments, her pussy would always be shaved, her hair long, and affectionate in public (rub his back, hold his hand). She would also be his to play with whether that be rubbing her breasts while watching a movie, or grabbing her ass as she did dishes.
Their life would be full of affection and touch.
Of course, there were other rules such as he would have access to her phone. Not that he was worried about her faithfulness but to set her alarms. He found it in poor taste to demand her to suck him as though he were the one begging. Instead, he set alarms on her phone.
Sometimes, he would be nice and she would only suck him once a day, in the morning to wake him up. But, if she was testing his patience in any way, he would set more. She wasn’t allowed to complain, or pout. And she wasn’t allowed to stop sucking until she had something to swallow.
He used this power as a training tool. “Wear your hair down, the way I like it or I will set the alarm for 2am.”
If she overslept, he would make her wear a butt plug. The worse the offense, the longer she would have to wear it. He didn’t care if she had to go to work with it, or grocery shopping. After all, the rules were easy.
(Stay tuned for more rules)
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/9xpers/alarm_clock_mdomfsub