slavery in silk

[top2bottom]

a thread for top2bottom and callyxxx

Closed for now, but pms welcomed - enjoy

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Marc was a little later than usual coming home from work, but he was in high spirits. As he shut the door to his sports car and entered the city apartment block, he whistled cheerfully. He was soon at his door, on the second floor, and with a jangle of keys he entered the flat. Marc managed the 'smart-come-rock-n-roll' image very well, his shirt and jacket being contrasted by an open collar and a long, immaculate ponytail of dark brown hair.

"I’m in, babe" he called, hanging his jacket in the hall. He could hear his wife in the open-plan main room, tapping on the computer. He kicked off his shoes as usual, and went to greet his wife. She was sat at the computer desk, concentrating on the screen; it seemed she hardly noticed him when he came in. "Hi", he said again, walking up behind her, opening his arms to fit round her waist. Without turning from the screen, she acknowledged him coldly.

"I heard you the first time", she said bluntly. Marc stopped in his tracks. "Go and stand by the bed...” Marc grinned wickedly and his mind recalled the events of the previous weekend. The pair of them had always had a great sex-life, but the previous week they had tried something different. After deciding to try out some lighter domination, they had spent the weekend in their apartment, trying out new roles, taking photos and watching kinky DVDs. Even though they had both tried various roles, Marc knew his wife preferred trying being dominant. He still hadn't decided if he was scared by it or not, but at that moment he felt ok to go with the flow.

"Hmm, sure babe", he said, smiling ear to ear. "You really are into this kinky stuff, aren't..."

"Shut up - now", she snapped, cutting him short and still not turning from the screen. Marc's smile vanished. This wasn't how she'd been before, he thought. He stood behind her, trying to act casual, inwardly trying to gauge the mood of the situation.

A minute passed in silence, before she turned from the screen, spinning round on the leather chair. "Marc" she said sternly, looking him straight in the eye. Marc thought about smiling at her, but he couldn't seem to summon the courage. She continued.

"You are going to do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you, how I tell you. Or else..." Marc did grin this time, failing to read the situation. "Oh yes?" he chuckled, raising his eyebrows. "Or else what?”

She responded by turning to the screen and hitting a key. Instantly, the screen was filled with her email account screen, showing an email ready to be sent.

"This", she said coolly, "is an email to every single person you employ. I've taken the liberty of adding a few pictures they may like to see. Look…" With another click, two images appeared on the screen. Marc's mouth dropped. Two of the pictures he had been happy to pose for at the weekend were now displayed on the widescreen monitor. One showed him bent over the bed, smiling, his backside red from an experimental spanking. The other was of him licking a shiny, booted foot - a foot quite obviously belonging to the person behind the camera. The blood drained from his face. He took half a step forwards, trying to get words from his dry throat.

"Honey.. you can't... what the hell?". He stopped dead as a blood-red fingernail hovered over the mouse - an unspoken warning echoing around the silent room. Two stern eyes transfixed him and mentally pinned him in place.

"What... what do you want me to do?" he croaked.

 

[Calyxxx]

Stella grinned at her husband, finger still poised over the mouse button.

"What ever I want." She responded innocently to his frightened question. "For now, that means three things. Number one: Stop calling me honey and babe" The words came out mockingly. "You now call me Mistress. Number two: our home life is still our home life. It is NOT to be discussed outside the home. If I find any evidence or if I even suspect that you have been discussing this outside of these walls, these pictures will be on their way. Are we clear?"

Marc could barely manage the small nod he made.

"And lastly, number three. Go into the bedroom. There you should find a collar, two arm cuffs, and two leg cuffs. Put them on, and wait for me." An evil grin curled around her lips and a long sharp tongue reached out to moisten them.

Standing she watched as her husband scurried quickly towards the bedroom, no doubt confused as hell as he went. Walking to the kitchen, a backwards glance towards the computer terminal revealed a large wet spot on the seat Stella had been using. The new found power and control she had over her sweet husband was proving to be the most satisfying turn on she'd ever experienced.

Stooping down in a corner of the kitchen, Stella removed a few hardwood boards from the floor, revealing a small hindged door. Beneath it lay the careful supplies she had been acquiring for more than a month now. Smiling wickedly to herself she gathered the ones she needed and went to find her husband.

 

[top2bottom]

Marc's mind reeled from his wife's instructions. He knew Stella liked experimenting, but this was new to him, and for the first time in years he actually had butterflies in his stomach.

He approached the bed with trepidation, and found new equipment there just as she had said. He unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt and picked up the collar, the wonderful smell of new leather rising from it. Not darling to delay, he fastened the collar snugly around his neck and glanced at himself in a mirror. His cheeks quickly flushed red, but he turned to the other cuffs and did as he had been told. After slipping his socks off, his ankles were soon adorned by two leather cuffs, and after removing his watch, the cuffs for his ankles were next to be attached.

His work done, Marc lay down on the bed, his breath a little deeper and faster than it had before. He closed his eyes, his mind still struggling to keep up with events. He could hear Stella moving around, moving things, and the anticipation only added to both his unease and excitement. In spite of himself, his trousers were already displaying a large bulge, sticking up prominently from the bed.

Several minutes passed, and he looked up from the bed. Maybe she was making him wait? Maybe she wasn't serious? Marc was just about summoning up the courage to stand and leave the room to call her, when she appeared in the doorway.

The look she gave him quashed any such courage from his mind...

 

[Calyxxx]

A stern glance in Marc's direction told him that Stella was not pleased.

"I suppose I'll have to take this slower than I had originally anticipated." She dropped her load of impliments onto the floor. "Until further notice, you are not to wear clothing in my house. When you come home from work, you will immediately undress and shower, put your collar and cuffs on, and come find me. This is not just for tomorrow, or this week, it is until I say stop. Am I completely clear?"

Marc's quick nod pleased her, and he quickly complied by shedding his clothing.

"I expect that you won't be leaving those on the floor?" Smiling, Stella gestured towards the heap of clothing, still warm with Marc's body heat. She crossed her arms and tapped a high-heeled foot. "I don't want to be waiting like this every day. If I have to, you will be punished."

Once Marc's clothes were away, he sat on the edge of the bed.

"No. When you are waiting for instructions, you kneel in front of me." Shaking her head at her husband's stupidity, she watched him scramble to her feet. "If you'll notice. I've taken the liberty of doing some extra decorating in here." Again, she smiled wickedly. "Above the bed you will see four securely fastned hooks. Against the wall to the right, you will find four hooks there, as well." She motioned to the hooks above the bed, two near the top, and two near the bottom, and then to the wall where two strong hooks were embedded in the top of the wall, and two near the floor. "Also, there are a few other new little goodies hidden around here. She pointed to the straps portruding from the top and bottom of the mattress. "There is more, but as I'm learning you can only handle one thing at a time, we'll take this slow."

The fear in Marc's face delighted Stella and for a moment she stood still, watching him tremble at her feet.

"Before I can show you the benefits of your newfound submissivness, I will have to show you what will happen if I am not obeyed. Trust me, there are worse things than having those pictures sent to the world. Reaching down to the pile of tools on the floor, she extracted a chain leash which was immediately fastned to her husband's collar. Stooping down, she knelt at his level and whispered into his ear.

"Do you have any questions? I wouldn't want you to do something that would cause you to be disciplined. Especially if you were not aware of the rule in the first place. This is your chance. Tell me what you think of your wife."

 

[top2bottom]

Marc’s words tumbled out of his mouth, his breath changing from deep to short and shallow as he looked at her, shivering.

“Stella, I…” He stopped, correcting himself. “Mistress. What I think of you – where to start? You’re everything to me. Everything. You’re smart, wonderful, sexy…” His voice trailed off as he heard how easily the praised rolled from his tongue. “Sometimes I’m worried I don’t deserve you” he went on.

Beneath him, his now released erection bobbed, and he shifted slightly to try and hide that fact. Strangely, looking into his wife’s eyes, complimenting her felt right. Part of his mind accepted it, but part of him resented it. He was in control of his own life, surely? He made a mental note not to give in too easily. He paused with his speech for a moment, choosing his words carefully, wanting to get it right.

“Mistress, I can only thank you for taking the time and trouble to modify this room. I hope you won’t regret it”. He looked at her, his heart hammering in his chest, hoping his words had pleased.

 

[Calyxxx]

Stella smiled warmly down at Marc before letting her stern gaze wash back over her face.

"Fine" She said standing again and gripping the end of the leash with her hand.

Inwardly, Stella relished the words Marc spoke so easily to her. She found it strange, as Marc, in the past, found it hard to articulate his feelings for her. Outwardly, she gave a slight tug on the leash and led Marc to the wall at the far side of their bedroom, new hooks glistening in the sunlight. Here she hooked a chain through the top hooks and then beckoned Marc towards it. She deftly attatched his wrist cuffs to either end of the chain before repeating the process at the floor with his ankles.

When she had finished, she stood back to admire her work. Her husband now stood facing the wall, both arms up and out attatched firmly to the wall with the chain. His feet were chained similarly near the floor, he stood with his legs parted at about shoulder-width. Gazing down his sculpted back, she grinned at the dimples in his firm ass. Stepping forward, Stella ran a hand down from his neck to the bottom of his ass before turning back to her pile of goodies on the floor. She extruded a small leather paddle.

"Marc, from what I've learned, in order for you to understand the power I have over you, and for you to completely trust me as your Mistress, I must show you pain before I show you pleasure. This is not meant to break your spirt. At least, in our case. Instead it is to solidify our relationship, and to bend your will to mine." Stepping forward, Stella took Marc's right ass cheek in her hand and rubbed it firmly before lifting the paddle. With a quick hand, she delivered the first stroke squarely over the cheek. Her eyes watched Marc's face and he gasped silently. A few more experimental smacks helped her discover how hard to hit, and soon Stella had a rythmn of strokes over each reddening cheek.

Marc's gasps slowly turned into yelps and by the 100th stroke, he was positively crying out with the increasing intensity.

Finally, Stella ceased and lay the paddle down on the bed. A strong hand came up to massage each cheek briefly before she turned and left the room, leaving him still hooked to the wall.

Down in the kitchen, she extruded a bag of clothes from her hidden panel and went to the bathroom to change, leaving Marc to his thoughts.

 

[top2bottom]

If being chained to the wall - and Stella’s explanation of submission - was exciting, the paddling that followed was just painful. They’d never been heavily into punishment, and Marc’s ass stung from the first blow, not having experienced the paddle before.

The first five strokes had been exciting, the following five worrying, the next five uncomfortable, and the remaining eighty-five agonizing. Marc slumped in the chains, his buttocks burning with a fire only made worse by his tormentor rubbing and stroking it. His cries had been loud and genuine, his confidence efficiently sapped. His head sunk in resignation as he heard Stella leave the room.

Part of him wanted to shout to her, to ask her where she was going, to ask her what the hell she thought she was doing. He thought better of it, blinking the wetness from his watering eyes that had reacted to his torment automatically. His erection pulsed painfully against the wall, reminding him of his role.

Minutes passed, but to the chained man, it seemed like hours. He felt open, exposed, and vulnerable; a professional, confident man, standing naked and chained to a wall, having been chastised like a child by his wife. The thought made him both ashamed and contented. In his mind, he knew there was now physically nothing he could do. He sighed deeply. There was something consoling about that fact – that the situation was out of his control.

The sound of Stella’s approach jolted his mind back to his predicament…

 

[Calyxxx]

Stella smiled again when she entered the room. The sight of her husband attatched spread eagle to a wall, with a cherry red ass screaming out at her, was a bit on the funny side.

She walked carefully over to him and began releasing his bonds. She gently unclasped the chain from his ankle straps, and then rose to do the same at his wrists.

"Sit" she commanded, pointing to the edge of the bed. Marc willingly obeyed and sat perched at the bottom of the bed where he looked in awe up at his wife's costume.

Stella stood in front of him with hands on sharp hips. Her long hair framed more than her face as it fell down somewhere just above her ass. Marc knew his wife's hair was long, but as she usually wore it up, was astonished at its length and volume. Her hair was a chocolate brown color and shimmered slightly in the sunlight streaming from the window.

The shiny black leather that Stella had chosen contrasted her pale skin perfectly, creating a very distinct focal point through the cut aways over her breasts, and down towards her crotch, making almost an arrow pointing towards it. The leather hugged her arms from her shoulders all the way down leaving only her fingers bare, and down her legs from just below her hips, tracing down until developing into highly spiked, heeled boots.

Marc noticed that the crotch of the outfit was equipped with a zipper, and that the small bits of leather running over his wife's breasts and tummy could be unclasped.

Stella noticed her husband's reaction to her outfit and was extremely pleased. With eager eyes, she spied his cock, screaming in its full erection and decided it was time for him to experience pleasure at the hand of his Mistress,

"Lie down on the bed please now, Marc. On your back, spread eagle" The playfull grin on her face relieved him and he quickly complied.

Stella slowly walked from one side of the bed to the other, attatching the straps under the mattress to Marc's ankle and wrist bonds. She ran her hands up and down his chest, over his shouders and down his legs, careful to avoid his throbbing cock. Then she pulled a blindfold from behind her back and quickly secured it over his eyes. Enjoying the control she had over him, Stella was careful to keep silent wanting her every movement to come as a suprise.

Again, she ran her hands up and down Marc's body, feeling him groan beneath her touch, before again leaving the room. She stopped just outside the door and fell back against the wall. So far so good, Marc had quickly accepted their new relationship. Excitedly, she gathered a few more supplies and silently entered the room again.

Kneeling at the bottom of the bed, Stella began slowly sucking on the big toe of Marc's right foot. His startled moan urged her on and her tongue traced a lazy line up his calf and thigh, circled across his abdomen, and back down the other leg. She sucked urgently on the left big toe and then repeated the process, up his leg and across his belly. Her tongue traced each nipple, gently biting on them before continuing up his neck.

Finally, Stella let a hand fall towards her husband's cock and it traced a circle from its base to tip and back down before abandoning it again. Stella was intent on making Marc beg before she finally let him cum. She enjoyed the time it was taking to lift him higher and higher, further and further into an extatic state.

She continued her lazy circles and lines up and down his body, hovering momentarily over his nipples, his mouth and his cock, never stopping for more than a couple seconds in one area. Turning her head to Marc's face Stella watched the pleasure play out.

 

[top2bottom]

When Marc had finally been allowed to turn round and glimpse Stella's costume, his body had been flooded with adrenaline; nature's natural anaesthetic. His ass stung underneath him as he was sat down, but was hardly noticeable compared with the numb feeling spreading from his thumping head. It was like nothing he had ever experienced - completely wild. This was the stuff of fantasies... He likened it to the rush of blood to his head when he'd even been in a fight, or the hammering of his heart that time he'd narrowly missed being smashed by an articulated truck. He'd once been taught that adrenaline could make someone being chased jump a 15-foot wall, and at that moment he believed it without question.

He felt the straps spread his arms and legs, spreading him out again tightly, greatening the sense of vulnerability he had felt before. His cock stood up starkly, throbbing brazenly. His eyes explored the outfit hungrily, but to his dismay, he was soon deprived of the spectacle. As the blindfold covered his eyes, his excitement grew. He strained to hear Stella’s movements. He heard her leave the room again, his heart sinking, knowing she was tormenting him. Her leather-clad body creaked deliciously as she left, her scent hanging in the air, taunting him. A few rooms away, Marc thought he could hear her moving about again, but he couldn’t be sure. He was well and truly being kept guessing. He knew she would return, but when? Minutes passed, but to his surprise and delight, his excitement showed no sign of subsiding.

The thumping in his head had stopped him hearing his wife’s careful approach, and as her full, moist lips closed around his toe, his whole body jerked with surprise, a startled moan escaping his mouth. He lay on the bed, his mouth open wide with exquisite pleasure as Stella made her teasing journey of exploration up his legs, around his abdomen and then down again. The bite on his nipple was unexpected rather than painful, but was enough to bring an unbecoming squeak from him.

Marc sighed at the attention to his aching cock. Finally, he thought – release. When her touch left it, he couldn’t help but squirm against the sheets, the friction only bringing pain as his smarting buttocks rubbed against the material.

He wanted to reach out and touch Stella, to cup her breasts, to handle himself, to grasping her ass – anything. His restriction made him twitch in an undignified manner, the immense pressure in his cock, balls and even abdomen and the base of his stomach growing by every passing second. After a few more minutes of the denial, he was gasping for breath. Still his wife’s skilful tongue tormented him, most of his body now sticky from traces of her salivia. Up and down it went, down the up, left and right, around and around… up… around… left… down… right, a bit to his nipple, a fierce suck on his thigh…

Finally, the very last scrap of any dignity he had broke. Summoning the resolve to speak, his words were torn from his labouring lungs, his voice reaching his own ears as a desperate whine; “Stella… shit… stop it… I need to…I need to come…”

 

[Calyxxx]

Stella stopped.

Marc heard her voice coming loud and strong from somewhere near the bottom of the bed.

"What did you just call me? Are we having some difficulties remembering the rules?" Marc stuttered before realizing he had blurted out "Stella" rather than "Mistress"

"Tsk tks Marc, now you have to be punished." Rummaging through her pile of goodies Stella extracted two small, wooden objects. She stood silently for a moment, watching her husband sweat before moving delicately up the side of the bed. With a quick pinch Stella attached the wooden clothespins to Marc's nipples. The yelp he let out told her that he had not expected this.

"You will wear these until you learn how to address your Mistress. Now," Stella walked slowly from her position near the top of the left side of the bed, down and back up the right. "as for your need to cum." A quick hand shot out to give Marc's cock a quick rub before returning to her side. "You must not do so until I have given you permission. You MUST ask for permission. If you fail to wait until it is allowed, you will be punished. I hope this is clear."

As Stella walked to the bottom of the bed, she could feel the wetness in her crotch intensifying. Silently she undid the zipper on her costume and quickly plunged two fingers into her sopping cunt. When she extracted them, she walked quietly back up the side of the bed and pushed them into her husband's mouth.

"How does your Mistress taste?" With a smirk on her face, she lowered her hand to his cock and began to softly stroke it. She was astonished to find that it required such little contact to start her husband moaning and bucking his hips. She smiled again.

"I'm waiting for an answer, Marc." Stella gave a clothespin a quick squeeze as she waited for Marc's response, at the same time quickening her pace on his cock.

 

[top2bottom]

In the silence that had permeated the room after his verbal scolding, Marc’s mind had been racing. All too late he remembered his mistake, but to no avail. As the pegs closed over his nipples he screamed and thrashed on the bed, the tight restraints giving no leeway to escape the pain.

The shock to his mind and system had a quietening effect on him - let alone the pain to his tender nubs of flesh. His wife's commands seemed to be like physical blows to him, and all he could manage was a rather feeble squeak of agreement. With the sound of a zipper being unfastened, Marc strained to hear. The sound of wet suction and Stella's gasping met his ears, and he knew immediately what she was doing.

He sensed, rather than heard or felt, her move up to him and slip her fingers in his mouth. Immediately knowing what was expected of him, Marc eagerly lapped at the two fingers, savouring the hot, salty taste of her pussy juices. Doing his best to clean her fingers, he lurched in his bonds when her hand closed around his already straining cock. It was becoming too much to bear.

"How does your Mistress taste?"

Marc knew his response immediately, the words forming in his mind like water flowing from a spring. Unfortunately, the pressure in his abdomen distracted him, and for a moment all he could do was relish at his wife's touch.

The increased pain to his right nipple caused him to jolt back to answering the question.

"I'm waiting for an answer, Marc."

Struggling to focus, and feeling ashamed at his own lack of control, he struggled to form the words. "Mistress, you taste exquisite. You taste so good... such a delicacy....". He paused, whilst she continued to attend to his cock, but showed no sign of either stopping nor gaining speed and letting him come. He knew he would have to beg or he would still be there waiting in an hour's time - he knew how much will Stella had when she had an idea fixed in her mind.

He timidly voiced his question. "Please, Mi... Mistress" He swallowed his pride, resigning to doing as she wished. "Mistress. Please may I have your kind permission to come?"

 

[Calyxxx]

Stella grinned widely when she heard her husband begging to be allowed to cum. She was relieved she had remembered his blindfold. She felt she wasn't at all good at pulling off her stern image.

Ignoring his pleas, Stella increased the speed at which she pumped his cock. Lowering her head, she let her tongue graze the tip before she sucked it into her mouth.

She heard her husband ask again, his hips bucking wildly, while his hands and feet struggled in their bonds. She sat up again.

"No. Do NOT cum. Do you understand me? I'm not done with you yet." With that, she drew his cock deep into her throat.

Stella had it in her head to make her husband disobey her, and cum hard into her mouth. So far he was doing a very good job of not releasing. Her tongue flicked up and down the hard shaft and her hand lowered to rub and tease Marc's throbbing balls. She moved around so she was fully on the bed, legs straddling one of Marc's. Lowering herself, she began to grind her dripping pussy into her husband's leg.

 

[top2bottom]

Her response dumbfounded him. He'd just whined his plea for nothing! he thought. The blindfold was starting to irritate him in the extreme, and whilst his wife moved around the bed, he remained immobile and helpless.

Then, to his delight and horror, he felt firstly her tongue flicking over his head, then her whole mouth devouring his erection. Bolts of electric-like energy shot in spasms from Marc's balls into the base of his stomach, and Stella's tongue lashed the length of his cock, working diligently along it from base to tip and back. Her right hand gripped his shaft tightly, strangling it maliciously, whilst her mouth worked on it hungrily. Her left hand reached down and cupped his balls, moving them up to rest at the base of his cock.

Marc grunted, realizing the effect. At every downward movement of her clutching fist, her hand impacted with his balls, mashing the tender globes gently with her movements.

Salvia started to trickle from her mouth and down his legs, in-between then, making him wriggle further. Finally, Marc could hold in his load no longer.

"Mistress... if you... carry... I'll... I'm going to cum. Mistress, I'm going to... ohh, FUCK!" Marc rarely swore. At that moment, a debilitating orgasm rippled through his body, and several things seemed to happen at once. His cum exploded into Stella’s ravenous mouth, and he felt her move her head down to choke herself with his load. His head seemed to freeze, his senses stopping functioning for a few seconds. He heard appalling language fill the room, but he was adamant it wasn’t him.

His legs went numb, his entire body arching from the bed with newfound strength; his chest heaved, his muscles from shoulder to calf camped for a moment in unworldly pain, countered by the pleasure from his groin.

Still shooting his hot, sticky load, Stella lifter herself from his tool, a string of his cum clinging to her red, slick lips.

Marc shuddered finally, sighed, and lay still…

 

[Calyxxx]

Although she knew he would eventually cum, Stella was suprised by how quickly and forcefully he did. She happily swallowed her husband's hot cum before alighting from the bed.

She wiped her mouth with a delicate finger.

"Marc I don't think I gave you permission to cum. I intend to punish you, but for now, I'm hungry. It is your responsibility to remind me later that you require this."

With that she carefully removed the clothespins on her husband's nipples, and deftly undid his bonds. Turning out the light, she closed the bedroom door, and made her way to the kitchen.

Sitting on a chair at the table, Stella took a few deep breaths. She expected Marc would be worn out and may even fall asleep. She had earlier planned on making him do the cooking, but as he was still taking everything in, she felt she would have some compassion. At least for one night.

Stella busied herself with preparing dinner and set it out on the table. She ate alone, and put Marc's plate in the microwave until he woke up.

She was sitting in an armchair reading a book when she heard what sounded like Marc getting up. Smiling, she wondered what was going through his head.

 

[top2bottom]

After his climax, Marc had barely time to hear and understand his wife's words before falling into his Petite Morte. He couldn't resist if had tried. The combination of the anticipation, punishment, denial and verbal chastisement had all made for an incredible evening. And, he told himself, that was with hardly contact. He wondered just how much more she could do if this was just the start... His sleep overtook him.

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He woke in the darkness, his throat dry. At least he was able to move his limbs, so he curled up for a few minutes, before deciding to venture out of the room for something to eat. Cum adorned the well-kept hairs on his abdomen and legs, and he badly wanted a wash. He reached for his long bath robe and had an arm in one sleeve before Stella's words of several hours ago came to his mind... "Until further notice, you are not to wear clothing in my house..."

HER house? He sighed. He wasn't going to argue. Still with his cuffs on, he held the towel by his side, hoping he would be allowed to wear it. He rubbed his eyes in the light, and made his way to the kitchen. He saw Stella in the main room, sitting reading in a chair. She smiled briefly, but then ignored him. She didn't even look up from her reading when she prompted him with four words.

"Eat. In the microwave"

Marc was thankful he didn't have to ask for food. He didn't relish the thought of having to defer to his wife for every little thing. He sat at the bar-like counter and ate, his ass feeling odd against the stool. He placed his robe across his crotch, coving himself whilst he ate. As he ate and drank, he felt a little more awake, and looked round the apartment.

He was glad they lived where they did - quite an affluent area of the city. The apartment was modern and minimalist, but a good home. The windows were many and from floor to ceiling, letting lots of light in during the day.

He had almost finished eating when Stella's voice came from the other room again. "When you're done, come in here". Marc finished his meal', washed his hands, and took a first step towards the main room. He brought his robe with him, in case he was allowed to cover up.

He stopped. He had never had a problem with being naked around his wife before - why would he? But something about openly walking about the apartment naked struck a chord with him. "I'm waiting", he sighed, gazing at him casually. He noticed that none of the blinds had been drawn across the large windows, and his spirits dropped. She could at least have thought to draw them, he though to himself.

Reluctantly, he walked over to her chair, and stood there awkwardly. She didn't say a word, merely glancing at him then the floor. He understood, and knelt at her feet, as before. He looked up at her, but she completely ignored him. A minute passed, and she turned a page. The clock in the hall ticked annoyingly, as if provoking him.

Marc knew only too well what she was waiting for, the thought of the retribution she had threatened him with having played on his mind all the time he ate. Blushing furiously, his head sunk as he sought the right words.

"Mistress, I was given the responsibility of... reminding you that I..." his voice sounded feeble in his own ears, and he hated it. He paused, and started again, shame building inside him. "...I require punishing for disobeying you earlier."

 

[Calyxxx]

Stella placed the book she was reading in her lap and turned her gaze towards her husband.

"Ah yes, that is correct. Thank you for reminding me." Stella had been racking her brains all evening to find a punishment. "Marc please go to the closet, and bring back what you find there."

Marc obeyed and was slightly more confused than frightened when he came back wheeling a tall IV stand. An orange bag was attatched to it, and to that a long rubber hose with a nozzle at the end.

Stella motioned for Marc to lay across her lap and watched his muscular frame as he did so. Taking hold of the hosed nozzle, Stella moistened the tip with her tongue and gently inserted it into her husbands rectum.

"This will be a puhishment as well as a test. I am interested to know how well a man such as yourself can hold a 3 quart enema. I intend to work you up to 6 quarts, but that will not be for some time." Slowly, Stella opened the valve and a slow trickle of warm water began filling Marc's bowels. "You will feel uncomfortable at first. This is the punishment part. But after a few of these, you will enjoy the feeling."

With her husband lying haphazardly over her lap, orange hose running into his ass, Stella picked her book back up and continued reading. She could feel him start to squirm as more and more of the bag emptied into him, and grinned silently to herself.

Soon the bag was empty. Placing her book down, Stella removed the nozzle and replaced it with a small buttplug.

"You have 15 minutes. You may sit or lie on the couch and watch a bit of tv before I allow you to go to the bathroom and release that. At that point you can shower as well."

 

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Marc's knees had almost given way when his wife had told him what she intended to do. And, oddly, although he mentally objected, he found himself complying, kneeling across her knees and not saying a word in objection.

Stella had occasionally convinced him to play with a butt plug, somewhat reluctantly, but his mind boggled at the thought of an enema. He gasped and wriggled when the nozzle invaded his rectum, but felt helpless against his wife's determination. When she was finished, and a plug in place, she shifted him off her knees, and carried on with her book. He couldn't believe it when she had told him he could sit down if he wanted to... she had to be joking...

With the blinds open and the lights on, Marc felt very awkward - like the whole city could see him being tormented. The warm water inside him felt like it was taking up his entire body. He felt like he was full to bursting, and his anal muscles were already twinging with the effort of keeping the load in. Not knowing what to do, he perched gingerly on the edge of the sofa, in silence.

Five minutes passed in agonizing slowness, the pressure on his muscles building up steadily. He focused hard on the floor, counting the wooden spars in the flooring. After ten minutes he was squirming, still not sat properly, the plug twitching as he sought control. Still he did not dare say anything, as he looked at Stella, all her attention apparently on her book... even if she was smiling slightly.

For the remaining few minutes, it was almost uncontrollable. He flicked the news on, and focused on the presenter. Not a single news item registered with him, as the last seconds of the allotted fifteen minutes passed away. Finally, when he guessed his time was up, he looked towards Stella. She ignored him, still smiling.

Marc didn't dare say anything, but squirmed where he was, and a low groan escaped his lips. Stella looked up at this, but Marc blushed fiercely at his lack of decorum.

"Feeling good, is it?" she asked evilly.

 

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"Feeling good, is it?" Stella stared into her husband's nervous eyes for a moment, his quick nods telling her he was quite ready to release the warm water he held in his bowels.

"Fine. You have proven yourself to me for the time being. You may make your way to the bathroom. Once you have emptied yourself and showered, please return to me, and bring that plug with you" Her evil smile returned and she watched her husband dart towards the bathroom before turning back to her book.

When Marc returned some 20 minutes later, he quickly knelt near Stella's feet.

"Excellent! I'm so glad you remembered." Leaning down, she planted a kiss on Marc's forehead. "Well, I have had quite a long day, as I'm sure you have also. Are you ready for some sleep now?"

Marc nodded, and Stella noticed the sleepy haze that was beginning to take over his eyes.

"One quick thing before you sleep, my dear." She pulled Marc to his feet and then back over her lap. "This doesn't come out until morning." as she spoke, she quickly slipped the plug back into her husband's ass.

Attatching the leash again to Marc's collar, Stella alighted from her chair and walked towards the bedroom, husband in tow.

"If you're good, tomorrow I'll explain how you can earn freetime!" With a sarcastic smile as they entered the room, Stella undid Marc's leash and quickly shed her clothing for bed.

 

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Marc woke with a small degree of pain. The butt plug had remained in him all night. He had got into bed with his wife tugging at his chain, and although her manner softened a little, she still had not spoken to him casually. She had kissed him deeply before telling him to sleep, and then twisting and nudging the plug in his ass when he was falling into sleep, giggling. Marc lay in the dark, very humbled, but he also noticed the plug was keeping him semi-hard.

Stella was already up when he woke and entered the kitchen, her short silky nightshirt barely covering her thighs and delicious ass. Still naked, Marc felt uneasy about walking around the house openly - his ankles, wrists and neck still baring the leather cuffs. Marc was usually up and leaving for work before she woke, and she seemed to relish the role-reversial. "Good morning, Marc" she purred, kissing him on the cheek and twisting the plug again, smiling. "Come here". She led him over to the couch and once again bent him over her knee, stroking his cheeks and taking her time. "I think it's time this came out, don't you?" she crooned, grazing his skin lightly with her nails. Marc agreed quickly, and she slowly withdrew it, making him gasp. As it slid from him, he momentarily felt its entire length against this muscles, and it felt many times longer than he knew it was.

After being told to give Stella thanks, which he did, he was allowed to eat, wash and dress. Setting his cuffs and collar down neatly, he dressed in his usual clothes, before reporting to Stella in the living room as instructed, kneeling down by her chair. "Good", she nodded, looking down on him casually, and then pretending to devote more attention to her breakfast. "Remember rule number 2 - you must not discuss this with anyone... or you will be sorry".

"Yes, Mistress", Marc replied, still not used to the new title. "I will not say a word". With a kiss on the lips and a sharp slap to his behind, Marc was sent off to work suitably humbled but with a racing mind. He had no idea what was in store, or how he was supposed to earn 'free time', as Stella had put it. These thoughts kept him in a state of excitement all day. He found he was less demanding of his colleagues, and his ass still felt sore and slightly lax, especially when he could not put off using the bathroom any longer.

Small things like the new guy, Steve, not knowing where anything was, or the copier not working didn't seem to annoy him, and he noticed he was less domineering. When he thought about the office knowing about the power his wife had over him, he blushed but to his amazement became hard under his desk.

The afternoon dragged on, and at 4.50pm, Marc's stomach was in knots. He felt like someone waiting for important medical news, or a suspect being kept waiting for interview. He couldn't decide if he wanted to get home or not. Should he go home and appear eager? Should he dawdle and seem indifferent? When 5pm finally came, he left from the office in a hurry, making the twenty minute trip home in fifteen, and then, changing his mind, spent another ten minutes in his seat, his mouth dry, trying to guess what was in store. Finally, he made his way to his apartment, and turned the key in the lock.

 

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Stella heard Marc open the door and step inside. She waited patiently while he showered, put on his collar and cuffs and wandered the apartment looking for her. She was found sitting in the same armchair as last night. When she saw him waiting at her feet, she stood.

"Welcome home, Marc!" She pulled him up in a hug. "Now, I'm starving! How about you, my pet?" She gave his ass a light smack. "Why don't you see what you can make for us?" With a stern look, she turned him towards the kitchen and gave him a small push before resuming her spot in her chair.

 

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Marc knew only too well that the question shouldn’t be answered. He found it awkward and humbling to be naked and collared around the kitchen, and he somewhat resented being used for domestic chores - but his erection didn't agree.

He thought about talking whilst he worked, but a glance at Stella, pretending to be busy reading a magazine made him think better of it. He prepared two plates of a pasta dish, feeling exposed as he moved about the kitchen, exposed to his wife's casual glances. When her meal was ready, Marc took the hot plate over to her, knelt at her feet, and looked up at her, offering it to her. His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as she looked down on him in a role reversal - the husband doing chores for a wife very much in control. “Your food, Mistress” he said, almost apologetically.

She took the plate from him and started to eat, not saying a word.

 

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Stella was pleased, and ate quickly before giving her empty plate back to her husband.

"That was good, thank you. You may eat as well if you haven't already."

She watched Marc bring her dishes to the kitchen before sitting to eat his own plate of food. Once he finished, she called him to her.

"I want you to know that this will not all be punishment, and hard work will not go unrewarded. I hope you know how much I appreciate you and love you." Stella looked down warmly into Marc's eyes. "Although I've been told its highly unorthodox, I still wish to try this as a reward. Do not expect it every time, or even half the time." She reached down to his collar and unbuckled it. "You are your own person. For an hour. Once the hour is up, you must put the collar back on. Understood?" Stella stood and walked to the kitchen, setting the timer on the stove for an hour before looking back at her husband.

 

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Marc smiled outwardly, but his mind was thrown into chaos. What was he supposed to do? Was he really allowed to do as he liked?

His spirits had risen when she told him she loved him. For some reason, they'd not said that in a little while. "I love you too... Stella?" his voice half-asked the last word, but she smiled and nodded. He quickly undid his collar and cuffs, and went to the bedroom, returning dressed in jeans and a red t-shirt, barefooted. He sat himself down next to Stella - then did something he couldn't have imagined doing scarcely ten minutes earlier - moving up to rest his head on her shoulder as they half-sat, half-lay on the sofa in silence.

In turn, she combed her fingers through his hair absent-mindedly, still reading her magazine. Marc closed his eyes and tired to take his mind off his wife's new role, but he couldn't. He felt alert, like he could be taken control of at any time. Maybe that was the whole point, he mused. Stella was a very intelligent woman - he wouldn't but anything past her imagination. It was kind of exciting, he realized.

After about quarter of an hour lying in silence, enjoying Stella's company, Marc decided to voice his thoughts. He was careful to be polite - of his own choice, he realised. Maybe she was changing him... "Stella", he asked, looking up at her as he slouched along the sofa. "What are you aiming for with... with this new... arrangement? Is it going to be permanent? I mean,” he paused, unsure. He knew she wanted him to say it – especially now as he had been told he could be ‘normal’ again. “Am I going to stay your… slave?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt his cock lurch in his jeans, betraying his concerns.

 

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Stella looked at her husband with genuine eyes.

"Marc, I don't know yet. I'm experimenting, I'm loving the feeling of being so in control. I don't know how long I will do this, and as you may or may not have guessed yet, I don't plan on consulting you on it. Maybe I'll keep it up forever, maybe I'll get bored in a month, maybe it will continue until you rise up and make me your slave. I don't know yet."

Still stroking his hair, she turned her eyes back to her book, smirking slightly at the bulge in her husband's pants.

 

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Stella's reply certainly gave Marc a lot to think about. After a minute more of sitting with her on the sofa, he got up and decided to exercise his newfound freedom. He put a cd in the hi-fi, but not so loud as to be annoying. Walking freely - and, to his relief, clothed - about the room made him feel confident in himself again. A glance at the ominous timer told him he had twenty minutes of his own time, so he picked up the novel he was reading, and sat back down. After a couple of minutes of reading the same line over and over again, he resigned to the fact that he couldn't get into it, and threw it back down on the coffee table.

What was wrong with him? He'd been given an hour to do what he liked, and now he didn't even know what to do with himself. Then, smiling, he decided to put his freedom into action. He moved up to sit snugly behind Stella, pretending to read over her shoulder whilst letting the breath from his nose exhale over the skin of her neck. She didn't say anything, but shrugged her shoulder, half-heartedly trying to ignore him.

"You know,” he said, gently resting his lips on her skin. "If I'm really free for a little while...” She raised an eyebrow, asking him to go on.

"Then I can't get into trouble for doing this", he whispered, moving his hands around her waist and across her firm stomach, planting little kisses and licks up and down her neck.