Hannah
“Hannah, get your ass over to table six, they’ve been waiting for ten minutes!”
Jeff was such a prick Hannah thought as she grabbed the waters and hustled out of the kitchen.
She approached table six, waters in hand, face hot under her mask. The first thing she noticed about the customers at table six was that they were an older couple. The man was a fat balding creature, like a candle left in the sun. Bulges in all the wrong places. The woman, eyes downcast, looked like fatigued forbearance made flesh.
“Welcome to Jenny’s, what can I get you two to drink?”
“Well hello there sweetheart.”
The mans eyes traveled the length of Hannah’s body shamelessly, a lascivious grin on his fat rumpled face.
“See, I told ya Edna, if we sat here the one with the cute little bottom would be our waitress.”
The woman didn’t respond, she kept her eyes down, looking at the unopened menu.
“Now sugar, why don’t you pull that mask down and let me get a look at that face.”
Hannah’s blood chilled, dreading what she knew was coming.
“Sir, I’m sorry but there’s a state mandate,” her voice quivered. She was as forceful as she could muster. It came out like a squeak, she thought.
“Oh come on now,” he protested, “how else will I know how much to tip you if I can’t see how well that face matches that body?”
Hannah felt as if her body had been plunged into ice water. She felt the room receding as she became very small. She looked to the mans wife, Edna.
Nothing. Not even a glimmer.
Hannah walked away. Her legs a little shaky, the anxiety bubbling up to the surface.
You’ll never be more than a pretty face or a cute ass, she thought.
You’re just a stupid bimbo.
You’re a slut and a skank and no one will ever care about you.
Tears were glistening in her eyes, she was gasping in short breaths. She stood just inside the door to the kitchen, collecting herself.
Get a grip, she thought. Control your fucking stupid little girl emotions!
She took deep calming breaths and as the fear and humiliation subsided, the rage began building. Just in time for Jeff to walk through the door.
“What the Fuck Hannah! Get a fucking grip and do your damn job or so help me I’ll fire your ass!”
Hannah took one more deep breath, closed her eyes, and slowly exhaled. Her rage was now a cold fire at her core, her body relaxed around it. When she spoke, it was in “her” voice. The voice of Miss, the one who gave commands and expected immediate obedience.
“Fuck yourself Jeff. I quit. Now be a good little boy and go fetch my last paycheck. I want it done immediately. Also, give me you phone. I need to make a call.”
Jeff stammered, then fell silent. Emotions crossed his face as she spoke, first anger, then befuddlement, finally shocked confusion. He stood there for a moment, mouth hanging open like a cow chewing cud, too stupid to know to do anything else. Then, inexplicably to him, he reached in his pocket, drew out his phone and handed it over. Then he walked toward the office at the back.
Hannah smirked, then dialed.
Three full rings. She knew he wouldn’t recognize the number, he was probably considering ignoring it. He also knew she would call eventually.
The energy was building, a tingle between her legs was anticipating what was to come. So much planning, now things were in motion.
“Hello, this is Ken?” His voice was unsure.
“Tonight,” she said in a husky voice, “8 PM.”
There was a moment of shocked silence before he stammered, “Yes Miss. Of course Miss.”
“And Ken, don’t wear underwear, understand?”
“Yes Miss!,” he squeaked.
She hung up, smiling.
She would have to call and make sure she could still use Vivians place and driver, but all those details had already been worked out. Maybe she was over ambitious for her first major scene, but as long as things went to plan, it was going to be a night worth remembering.
Ken
The connection dropped. He stood there in frozen silence, his brain a jumble of thoughts he couldn’t control. Anticipation, fear, longing, lust, anxiety all rolled over one another in his addled brain.
It was happening! Finally, all the planning, the waiting, the longing.
He texted his wife, Jillian.
“She called! Tonight at 8 is all she said. Can you be ready?”
The response came almost instantly.
“Yes”
Ken dropped the phone into his desk and began barking orders. His team would be fine. The merger was well in hand, the audit was nearly finished, and most of his leadership now was focused on building them up for the next hurdle. This was his element. His life’s work. He was a leader, always in charge, always coaching and considering new ways to motivate. He never stopped. They needed him and he gave himself to them.
What they didn’t know is that Ken longed to be small, and not have to worry about what came next, or who needed to do what.
So, he gave orders to get them through the rest of the day. When he was done, he glanced at his watch. 5:30pm, he would have to hurry.
Back home, he got cleaned up while his wife picked out his outfit.
“You’ll need to look good, but casual. I want you comfortable in your own skin for her. What do you think about jeans and a blazer?”
“Uhh huh” he mumbled around a flosser. He stood naked in front of the mirror, Jillian could see he was already erect as he got ready.
“You that excited already?” She asked, smirking and strolling over to him. “At this rate, you won’t make it through dinner.” She grabbed a handful of his ass and her fingers stroked his cock as he was helpless to respond, mouth full of mouthwash.
He spat, then growled. “Don’t tease me!”
“I’ll do what I want.”
He finished in the bathroom and walked over to their bed where Jillian had laid his clothes. The shirt she had picked was a black T-shirt with large graphic of Luke Skywalker, thrusting his lightsaber upward, Princess Leia draped across his shoulder. He chuckled.
“You love it” she said. “Besides, nerdy is sexy on you.”
He pulled the jeans on, not putting on underwear. Jillian shot him a questioning glance.
“She said no underwear” he said, chagrined.
“Oh did she? That’s titillating. I wonder what she has planned.”
“No idea. But I can’t wait to find out!”
———
Ken was seated at the restaurant when she walked in.
Hannah was gorgeous. Tall, with sandy brown hair in trusses that cascaded across her shoulders. Her green eyes sparkled above her mask. She was wearing a black cocktail dress and high heals.
Ken watched as she spoke to the hostess, who waved vaguely in his direction. Hannah’s eyes followed the gesture and fixed on Ken, a predatory glimmer in them as she began walking over.
Her hips swayed hypnotically, the tap tapping of her heals carried across the restaurant. Her eyes never left his.
Ken could feel the excitement building as she drew near. He stood and she hugged him, pressing her body fully against his. She was smiling as she sat down into the booth, pulling her mask off and slid over to make room for him to join her. Suddenly seeing her uncovered face, her lips were full, pink, and demanded to be kissed. She was a very beautiful woman. Ken stammered a thanks as he awkwardly sat next to her.
Ken noticed that the barest hint of lace at the top of her thigh high stockings peeked out from under her skirt and he felt a twitch in his pants.
Hannah noticed his glance and put her hand across his on the table.
“I’m so glad to meet you Ken. I hope you are as turned on as I am to be here.”
As she said it, she pulled his hand off the table and placed it on her thigh, right at the hem of her skirt. She held it there for a moment, then slid it up just enough for him to feel the bare skin above her thigh highs and the clasp of the garter. Ken felt his face flush and his pulse quicken.
Before he could respond to her, she leaned in close, her lips almost touching his ear and whispered, “You are going to keep your hand on my thigh the entire meal. If you need help taking a bite, I will feed you. Do you understand?”
Ken nodded, breathless and panting. His cock bulged against his zipper painfully.
She pulled back, resuming her normal tone. “Good, now, what should we eat?”
The the wine and food came, they talked about life and philosophy and politics, and science, and religion, and many more besides. Ken loved long deep conversations and so did Hannah it seemed. All the wile, Kens hand stayed dutifully between her thighs. Sometimes it was hard to maintain concentration as she shifted around and her thighs rolled across his hand. He would gently stroke her sometimes, peering into her eyes as she spoke. He yearned to lean in and kiss her, or jam his hand up and begin exploring, but he restrained himself. His dick ached.
As the last of their entrees was carried away, Hannah proclaimed “Ken, I did not expect your conversation to be so damn sexy! Do you know how hard it is to have a good conversation? Your brain is making me so wet.”
That last syllable almost made Ken choke, but he recovered and responded immediately in a deep low voice.
“Prove it.” His hand slid up slightly as he said it.
Hannah raised an eyebrow, then slowly shifted her legs, opening just enough to clear a way for his hand to slide up her thigh. She smirked at him and waited.
He slid his hand slowly until the tip of his pinky felt lacy panties. He rotated his wrist just enough to bring his other fingers into contact with the obviously wet fabric. It was almost sticky with her arousal.
She smiled fully at him now, closing her legs firmly. His hand was pinned now, held very tightly against her panties. He wriggled slightly, trying to stimulate her clit but he must have missed, or at least she gave no sign of it.
“I have a challenge for you. I want you to pick a topic, any topic, and tell my why you think it is interesting, and if you make me wet enough, I will take off these panties and give them to you right here.”
Ken swallowed, and nodded.
“But,” she said, holding up a finger, “after I give them to you, you are to immediately stand up, walk to the bathroom put my panties on and come back to the table. You will wear my thong for the rest of our time until I decide to remove them. The slight discomfort you feel wearing my wet, tight, thong will be a reminder to you. It will be like I am touching you. And it will ensure you can’t forget that I am now not wearing panties. Do you consent?”
Ken nodded quickly, his cock felt like it might explode, but his mind raced. What topic could he pick? He ran through the catalog of topics they had discussed. Two particular topics stood out to him. Both had been fascinating, but largely unrelated. Now he felt an inspiration about how those two topic could be linked and he went with it.
By the time he was done, Hannah was nodding and smiling, agreeing and building on his idea, adding her own thoughts to his. Their excitement rose as they both made new connections and saw things clearly that they had only glimpsed vaguely before. When they were done, both were grinning from ear to ear.
“Now I am well and truly soaked Ken. That was damn good,” she said. “You may remove your hand now.”
He pulled out reluctantly, and sipped some wine while he watched appreciatively as she wiggled and pulled her panties off and down her legs. It struck Ken that she had planned this, because she didn’t undo the clasps of her stockings. She had worn the panties on top for easy removal.
She balled them up and jammed them, squelching, into his jeans pocket. She leaned in close to his ear again, this time lips touching his ear lobe, her breath gave him goosebumps.
“Now go put my panties over that cock of yours,” she said, giving the bulge in his pants a squeeze. “And no adjusting. I want anyone who looks to know you have a raging hard on.”
Ken did as instructed. He walked across the restaurant, dick pushing a tent in his jeans that must have been obvious. Once in the bathroom, he fumbled with his pants before realizing he would have to take his pants and shoes all the way off in order to put the panties on. He felt a thrill of excitement at basically getting naked in the stall.
He pulled the wet slip of cotton and lace from his pocket and couldn’t help but press it against his face and inhale deeply. The musky scent of her wet cunt was intoxicating.
He struggled to orient the garment correctly. There was so little to go by. Finally he slid the tiny thing up his thighs and over his still bulging erection. It didn’t cover him at all. The majority of his cock and balls were spilling out of the lacy thing. But it felt so good.
Just before he pulled his jeans back up, his phone buzzed. It was a text from Hannah.
“I want pictures” was all it said.
So Ken fumbled to take a selfie that showed both his comically not hidden erect penis and his triumphant face. He only mostly succeeded before leaving the bathroom and walking back toward their table.
As he crossed the room, he realized that not only was he sporting an obvious erection in public, he was also wearing women’s underwear, and wet underwear at that. This situation would normally have driven him to panicked humiliation. Instead he felt like a GOD.
He felt sexy, and powerful, and free. And on top of that, he knew that when he got back to that table, a beautiful aroused woman would be waiting for him wearing stockings, garter, and now no panties.
As he sat down, Hannah smiled at him. “How do you feel, Ken?”
“Like a god,” he said. “Like a sexy, powerful, utterly free god.”
“Welcome to sub space” she said with a sparkle in her eye. “Now, put your hand back where it belongs and keep me wet while we get the desert packaged to go. Maybe I’ll let you eat it off of me back at my place.”
They paid and left in the kind of hurry normally reserved for horny teenagers. They climbed into the back of the black sedan Hannah had waiting for them at the curb.
As soon as the car was in motion, she grabbed Kens face and pulled him into a kiss. Her lips devoured his and her tongue slipped in and out of his mouth. Her lips were so full and soft and Ken was lost in the seductive power of her deep kisses. She pulled his hand into her lap as she spread her legs and she moaned into his kiss as his fingers brushed her pussy lips.
He felt the wetness and the softness with his fingers as her vagina seemed to eagerly pull them into her. She was so wet they went in easily and her hips rotated and pushed hungrily onto them, her breath catching.
They spent the entire twenty minute car ride locked in deep kisses, his fingers exploring her wet cunt, both of them breathing deeply with anticipated sexual energy. They almost didn’t notice when the car pulled up to her building.
The elevator began to rise and Ken immediately moved in to kiss and grope her again but Hannah held up a finger to stop him.
“Not yet boy. Soon. From here on, we go slow and you do nothing I do not command. Do you understand?
It was the command phrase she had told him was the signal that they were entering scene.
“Yes Miss,” he said.
She smiled and winked at him. Ken could barely contain himself but he mastered his lust and rode quietly up to Hannah’s floor.
They entered her apartment and crossed the living room into a hallway and through a door into a large bedroom. The room was lit with soft reddish light from several lamps, their shades covered with light silky scarves to darken them. In the center of the room was a large massage table. But this table was crisscrossed with pulleys and ropes. There were racks along the walls with various whips and floggers and canes.
Ken was intimidated, and excited.
“Remove all of your clothes. Leave the panties on, and lie facedown on the table.”
There was a folding closet door on the far side of the room and Hannah crossed to it, opened one side and appeared to be saying something too low for Ken to hear as he eagerly stripped off his clothes.
Jillian
Jillian had done exactly as Hannah had instructed.
As soon as Ken had left, she drew a bath, poured a glass of wine, and read her favorite steamy romance novel while soaking in the tub.
When she had finished, she selected and put on some underwear that made her feel comfortably sexy. She covered that with a wrap dress because she knew Ken loved those and that made them sexy to her.
Then she went out to a restaurant and bar not far from the address Hannah had given her.
Now the hard part. Hannah had ordered her to flirt at the bar with the hottest guy she saw. No objective to make her nervous, but she was allowed to make out with someone if she chose.
Jillian felt butterfly’s in her stomach thinking about Ken having dinner with the bombshell Hannah. This was supposed to relax her. She wasn’t sure it would work.
The bar was a little noisy and Jillian felt out of practice. Six years of marriage and eight since the last time she had tried to flirt at a bar, anything would have seemed raucous.
She sat at the bar and ordered a water. Hannah had commanded that she have no alcohol after she left the house.
She eyed the bar, considering her options. It was at that moment that she suddenly internalized what she was doing. She was empowered to be womanly, sensual, seductive, with zero cost for failure. She had her husband, her kids, her life. Nothing hinged on success tonight, only her pleasure. And if it went horribly wrong? So what! It would make a hilarious story. She felt empowered like she hadn’t felt in years.
Scanning the bar, she saw a man on the far side who appeared to be alone. He was tall, broad shouldered, and thin.
He looked in Jillians direction as she was eyeing him, and though her instinct was to look away, she followed Hannah’s orders and held eye contact with him until he looked away. When he did, Jillian felt a little jolt of power that made her acutely aware of her tingling crotch.
When the man looked back at her a moment later, she gave him a smile, and held his gaze once more. He smiled back and got up from his seat and walked over to her.
“Hi I’m Derek, can I buy you a drink?”
Most nights, Jillian would have been happy to accept a glass of wine, but instead she said, “No drink for me, but you can sit your pretty ass down and make me feel beautiful.”
The line was Hannahs, but Jillian thought she nailed the tone. Derek sat promptly, a sort of school boy grin on his face.
They chatted for a while, Jillian anxiously watching the clock. She had to be at the address provided no later than 10PM. It was 9:15. She knew the walk was 15 min. So she had twenty, maybe 25 min before she had to leave.
Derek noticed her checking her watch.
“Somewhere to be,” he asked.
She felt embarrassed at first. He felt neglected, forgotten. She worried about his ego, his wants, then she remembered, this was about her, not him. Tonight, this moment at least, was about her pleasure and her empowerment.
“Nope, just wondering how long until you work up the courage to kiss me.”
He hesitated for the barest of moments before wrapping his arm around her waist and drawing her in for a kiss. His mouth was demanding and firm. Much more dominant that Ken, if less passionate. Jillian met his kiss and pressed in with her tongue.
She felt alive, and desired, and powerful. She had made this moment happen. Hell, she had practically ordered it to happen and it did. He was putty in her hand, or at least that’s how she felt.
She pulled back from him, her lipstick on his lips.
“I’m going to the ladies room. Count to 30, and follow” she commanded.
She glanced at her watch. 10 minutes.
She entered the restroom and quickly verified no one else was there and waited by the door. Barely fifteen seconds later, Derek pushed sheepishly into the door, glancing nervously around.
Hannah had prepared her for this if she chose to do so. She had said the women’s room will put the man off balance, making him more apt to be compliant.
When he entered, Jillian quickly closed the door and rotated the lock. Derek smiled and moved in to kiss her. She pushed him back with a single finger, but said nothing.
Then she took a step backwards and began to untie the wrap dress. As the tie at her waist came loose, she pulled the wrap dress open, revealing her lace bra and panties.
Derek looked at her hungrily, but Jillian held up a hand before speaking slowly but forcefully. “Stand by the door and don’t move. You may touch yourself if you wish, but you will not touch me.”
Derek, a look of confusion passing over his face, nodded.
Jillian then pushed her panties down, exposing her went pussy to a stranger, and sat up on the counter. She leaned back and slid her hand down placing a finger onto her clit. She gasped as she rubbed in a circular motion.
She kept her eyes on Derek, whom she now unabashedly undressed with her eyes. She imagined him naked, thrusting above her, sweating as his cock crashed into her waiting cunt.
Derek looked at her, transfixed. The bulge in his pants gave away his arousal. As she rubbed her pussy, he slowly reached down and undid the clasp of his pants, drawing out his cock and began to stroke it softly.
Jillian almost lost her rhythm when Derek’s dick spilled forth from his pants. It was huge. Easily nine inches long and every bit as girthy as Kens.
She eyed him greedily, her breathing quickening, as she imagined his cock filling her. It was a delicious fantasy.
Jillian felt intoxicated with power and sensuality. She had never felt so BIG in her life. She felt as if she encompassed the entire room in her powerful female sexuality. The gorgeous man across from her was stroking himself vigorously at her command. His breathing was in short rapid bursts and she knew he was close.
Her own body screamed for release, but she had been commanded not to orgasm. So she slowly diminished her own frenetic pace. She saw that Derek was close and she wanted to order him to come.
“You will cum now” she said between gasps. Her hip gyrations and yelps of pleasure along with her dominant command were enough to send Derek over the edge and he came powerfully. He sprayed his seed across the flood as he jerked and shivered.
She deftly pulled her panties back over her quivering and unsatisfied pussy and retied the wrap dress in one swift motion.
She was out the door before Derek finished convulsing, leaving him the the predicament of cleaning himself and exiting the women’s room unnoticed.
Jillian smiled as she walk away, thinking about him hurriedly trying to escape.
The walk to the address was swift enough, and Jillian savored the feeling of power she felt.
When she arrived, the doorman greeted her.
“Welcome Ma’am, the Miss asked me to show you up.”
Jillian was amazed by the level of planning and preparation that had gone into this night.
“Very well, show me up then.”
At the door to the apartment, the doorman stopped and handed Jillian a small envelope before departing.
As he walked back toward the elevator, she opened the flap and pulled out a small card. On it, in flowing feminine script was written, “Second door on the left, straight across the room to the closet. Strip and wait. We won’t be long.”
Ken
He settled into the familiar contours of the massage table. Ken was fond of massages and he got them frequently. His face pressed against the donut shaped pillow. His cock, raging hard, was held against the table. His arms relaxed along his sides. He still felt the lacy material of the wet thong valiantly straining to contain him.
The tap tapping of Hannah’s heals told him she was headed back toward the table. Through the hole in the head pillow he saw her feet and legs appear. She stood silently and he wondered what she was doing, then her dress fell to her feet and she stepped out of it.
Ken felt his cock pulse as he realized that she was now standing over him, wearing garter and stocking and nothing else.
“You are not to move without my order.”
He relaxed into the role, gladly giving up responsibility for channeling their lust. He was free to feel and experience what they were about to do without having to worry about what came next or what was expected. He could retreat into the sensations.
Ken first felt Hannah’s hands on his shoulders. The clicking of heals on hardwood had told him that she had moved over to his left side, standing near his hips, but the first soft touch of her hands still sent shivers down his spine.
She slowly massaged his back and shoulders, frequently visiting his lower back. She even grazed the upper parts of his ass, but was never overtly sexual. He was arching his back and shimmying to get her to touch him lower, more. He wanted her so bad he ached.
Hannah built up slowly, running her hands across Kens mostly naked ass and down his legs before progressing to his thighs.
Her fingers danced lightly across inner thing and buttocks, closer and closer each time.
She climbed onto the table and Ken could feel the softness of the thigh highs, the little bobs on the garter, but most of all the warm wetness of her pussy as she pressed herself into his back.
Hannah massaged shoulders and back, always making sure her cunt was pressed into him somehow. She slid her body down his legs and he felt her hands on his thighs and ass, making his hips press upward. She slid her own panties down to his ankles. Her hands went up his back and he felt a wet tingle on his ass as she lightly licked and teased it with her tongue. He could feel her breasts pressed into him as she slid up his body.
He felt her tongue on his earlobe as her hand again slipped along his hip. She breathed heavily into his ear, wordlessly moaning her desire.
Then she was off of him.
“Roll over,” she commanded and he compiled. His cock sprung upward.
She continued her massage, and he struggled not be stare at her, naked but for garter, stockings, and heels.
He was fully subsumed now, feeling only the sensations of the massage. She moved around, always making contact with him as she rubbed and stroked and kissed and licked basically every part of his body. When she finally circled back around to his cock, she straddled him on the table one again. This time her glistening labia inches from his eager lips. Her scent was heavy in his nose. The sight and smell and feel was almost too much for Ken. He leaned forward and pushed his tongue into her slit.
In response, her hips came down, pinning his head to the table. She was sitting hard on his face and he could barely breathe past her pussy. He moaned in pleasure.
“You. Are. Not. To. Move.” She said, punctuating each word forcefully. “Each time you violate my commands will result in ten strokes with the flogger.”
Jillian
From her vantage point in the closet, Jillian could see clearly as Hannah straddled Ken on the table.
So far, everything had been pretty vanilla. Hannah, sexily clad in only a garter belt and stockings, had massaged Ken front and back, alternating between standing beside the table and straddling him.
Jillian marveled at Hannah’s control and composure. She was in command totally and knew it. Her confidence was very sexy and for not the first time in her life, Jillian was sexually aroused by a woman.
She watched as Hannah straddled her husband in a 69 position and whispered some command. The Hannah took Ken’s cock into her mouth, gripping his shaft as she slid down onto him.
Jillian had feared she would be angry at seeing Hannah with Ken, instead she trusted that her boundaries would be respected. That meant she was allowed to take pleasure in what she saw, and she had to admit that seeing her husband getting all that attention was very sexy.
She started to run her fingers over her clit as she watched.
Hannah
As his cock slid into her mouth, Hannah thought about her power. She had a man under her, his cock in her mouth, his lips inches from her cunt. She knew he wanted to taste her. He had said so often enough in the car. And yet he resisted. Because she commanded.
In the closet, his wife watched. She was naked and helpless and probably very turned on.
Like a therapist in couples counseling whose client is not the people but the relationship, Hannah was dominating not a husband and wife, but a marriage. It was hotter than anything she had ever done.
She slid her lips over the head of Kens cock and looked directly at the closet. She imagined she was making eye contact with Jillian as she sucked down Kens erection.
She felt Ken’s tongue on her clit and she let his dick fall from her mouth, “that’s ten lashes” she said. “Don’t test me.”
She returned to his cock and licked the shaft down to his balls. She even extended her neck to flick his ass with her
tongue.
Hannah alternated between sucking and teasing. She could feel the urgency of his orgasm, needing to be released and she wanted to maintain that anticipation for as long as possible. Every time she sensed his quickened breathing and tensing muscles, she stopped and spent a minute or two running her finger tips over his legs and stomach.
Hannah counted the times Ken failed to restrain himself, knowing she would stop at five. More than fifty strokes of the flogger might be more than he could handle. He was up to forty now but had been impressively restrained for a while.
Hannah decided to tempt him further so she reached between her legs and began stroking her own pussy right in Kens face. She circled her clit and then plunged two fingers into herself, repeating that rhythm several times before holding her slick fingers against Ken’s lips. He didn’t move.
“Impressive restraint boy” she said.
Then she used her fingers to spread her pussy wide and pressed her pussy down onto his face and waited. Within ten seconds, she felt his tongue plunge as far into her as he could manage, grinding his face upward as hard as he could.
Ken
He sucked and licked like a man dying of thirst plunging his head into water. The smell and taste of her was intense. The feel of her body laid atop him weighed him down in a pleasantly sensual way.
Hannah wriggled her hips into his face for a moment and emitted a low moan that turned to a growl finally forming the words “bad boy!”
She climbed off of him, gripping his shaft tightly as she walked around to the foot of the table.
“Kneel.”
He sat up and shifted to the end of the table, kneeling on his knees. His cock was at shoulder level to her and stood out proudly.
“I’m going to restrain you. If you begin to feel lightheaded or dizzy, safe word out. Do you understand?”
“Yes Miss.”
“Good,” she purred. “Now, place your wrists in the cuffs above your head and grip the rope above.”
He did as commanded, sliding his sweaty hands through the soft leather cuffs. The rope was solid and he could tell that he would be able to support his weight on them if needed.
Hannah climbed up beside him, tightening the straps and added a few knots so that he could no longer remove his hands on his own. Then she was back down on the floor running straps over his calves and affixing them to the table.
Hannah walked over to a cabinet and retrieved small leather flogger. It was a short wooden handle with a couple dozen wide leather straps, each about two feet long, hanging from it.
“I’m going to begin with strokes that are a 1 out of 10 in terms of force. Then I will build up slowly and you are to tell me how it feels from one to ten. One being light and pleasant and ten being your absolute limit. Do you understand?”
“Yes Miss”
She walked around the table until she was standing beside him. She ran her fingers over his cock and abdomen, keeping the arousal high.
Then he felt a light slap against his ass. It had a thud to it and he could feel it deep in the tissue but it didn’t hurt. The leather straps slid across his ass in a very rich sensation.
Hannah swung several more times all with the same force. “This is one, I will start increasing the force and you tell me what it feels like to you.”
She flogged in sets of three, then Ken would say a number.
Flap flap flap. “One Miss”
Flap flap flap. “One Miss”
Flap flap flap. “Two Miss”
Flap flap flap. “Three Miss,” groaning with pleasure this time.
Flap flap flap. “Five Miss”
Flap flap flap. “Seven Miss,” grunting.
Flap flap flap! “Nine!” Ken yelled out, wincing in pain, forgetting to call her Miss.
“Ok, now I’m going to give you fifty lashes. Pick a number between one and ten.”
Before Ken could answer, her lips were around his cock again, sliding slowly, her tongue dancing across the tip.
“And remember, I reward honesty. So don’t try to be macho, pick a number you’ll enjoy”
“Three Miss, if it pleases you.”
She giggled at the formality.
“Very well.”
She walked around to his other side, fingers gripping and stroking his erection as she did so, then she gave him five strokes in rapid succession.
The feeling was immense. He felt like his bones were being massaged. The reverberations spread out through his body. He moaned as the feeling dissipated.
Hannah walked to his other side, pausing to lick up and down his shaft before delivering another five strikes. The final one she let linger, pressing the straps and the wooden handle agains his ass in a caress.
As she walked around in front on him again, he expected her mouth and he pressed his hips forward in anticipation of her lips. When she slapped his dick, he let out a little shriek of surprised pain. As his erection wobbled back and forth from the force, he realized how deeply he now felt his shaft. It was straining from the inside. It felt so good as his pain melted into a moan.
Jillian
As Hannah introduced flogging in stages to her husband, Jillian was amazed at how hot it all was. This woman was literally beating him, and he loved it. The power she must feel! And as she watched, she began to fantasize that she were flogging him herself. As Ken’s numbers marched higher, so did her arousal.
She felt like a taught string, stretched to the limit, about to snap. The sexual tension was palpable. She continued to rub her clit, her breath coming faster and faster.
When Ken’s real flogging began, she wasn’t sure she would make it to the end, commands or not. But when Hannah slapped Ken’s cock, Jillian started! It shocked her almost as much as it must have shocked Ken. Then as his shock melted to a pleased moan, Jillian felt a melting of her own.
She longed to wield this kind of power, to surprise and tantalize. It was such a heady concoction.
Jillian watched as Hannah kept Ken guessing. Every time she crossed to flog a different ass cheek, she did something different to his cock. Sometimes she stroked it, or slapped it. Sometimes she sucked and licked. Once she bit his thigh, then gently nibbled the head of his cock. He never knew what would happen and neither did Jillian.
Ken
He felt like he was flying through the air, surfing waves of pain and sensation and lust. Like a god traversing another dimension whose sensations were totally alien to the sensations he had known. There was a steady stingy vibrating feeling on his ass. His cock felt like it had been hard for days and his entire body thrummed from the power he was sharing with Hannah. And a part of him was absolutely begging for release when suddenly the flogs stopped.
There was a click as the flogger handle was set down on the table. Hannah pulled a rope and Ken’s wrists lowered in front of him.
“You did so well my sweet boy. I’m very impressed, and turned on. And now it’s time for your reward.”
She undid his restraints, caressing his skin as she did so, fingers, lips, and tongue all giving praise and sensation to sore spots and tense muscles.
“Come down from the table and come lie on the bed with me.”
He did as commanded, allowing the soft bed to envelop him.
She brought him a small glass of water and ordered him to drink it. Then she straddled him and kissed him deeply again.
“Now I’m going to put a blind fold on you. Lie still and wait. I promise you will be happy with what comes next.”
Ken waited, his breathing coming more slowly as he came down from the high.
Then he felt the bed shift, and he felt himself being straddled. Hands were on his chest and his breath caught. He could sense that there was a wet pussy barely above his cock. He prepared himself to speak the safe word.
Suddenly there were hands on either side of his head, cradling it. Then Hannah’s voice was in his ear, close enough to feel her breath.
“You didn’t think I would cross a boundary did you?”
She lifted the blindfold as Ken felt his cock enveloped in a wet pussy.
Jillian
As Hannah untied Ken and caressed him, she felt her heart pounding. The moment of their release was coming soon. The anticipation was lust itself. She thrummed in excitement, barely able to touch herself anymore for fear she would cum immediately.
As soon as Hannah blindfolded Ken, Jillian knew it was time to emerge from the closet.
She crossed the room in an almost trancelike state. Hannah was smiling triumphantly at her as she crossed to meet her halfway.
“You look amazing!” Hannah whispered, pushing some hair out of Jillians face tenderly. “Are you ready?”
Jillian only nodded, eyes locked on Ken’s prostrate body. With Hannah’s arm around her shoulder, she crossed to the bed and climbed up, straddling her husband. She caressed his chest and lowered herself so her pussy was just inches from Ken’s cock.
Hannah walked over beside the bed and leaned over, cradling Ken’s face in her hands and whispering in his ear.
As Hannah began to pull the blindfold, she slammed herself down onto him, moaning loudly as she did.
Ken
Ken looked up with equal parts shock, amazement, and lust. His beautiful wife had just speared herself on his cock and Hannah was smiling from ear to ear as she withdrew from the bed.
Ken looked up into Jillians eyes as she brought her lips down onto his. Her kiss was hungry. Her hips rocked hard against him. I’m barely three thrusts they were both screaming in orgasmic release.
Hannah
Hannah withdrew to the kitchen to put on a pot of tea. She assumed the couple would want some after care.
As the pot began its pleasant deep bubbling that preceded its whistle, she thought about Jillian and Ken. Perhaps tonight was like the slow bubble of a teapot. She smiled to herself wondering what a full screaming teapot of a scene the three of them could make. Now that trust was established, she was sure they could have some very interesting scenes.
Hannah wrapped the flogger in its decorative gift box. The handle had been engraved “To Jillian, Love H.”
She hoped she would see it, and them, again soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/pm0nc2/to_dominate_a_marriage