He had a great day at work, really impressed his boss with the implementation of a project he was spearheading. Days like this always made him wonder where he could be in ten years. It made him feel as though he was in complete control of his future. He was packing up his laptop and papers when the urge hit him. He grabbed his phone and punched in a quick text message.


   She was cooking dinner when the text came. “Home in ten minutes. I want you in position at the door.” it read. She loved days like this with her husband. It made her excited just thinking of the control he wielded over her when he was in this kind of mood.

   She turned the stove down to a simmer, so not to burn the sauce while she was in the bedroom preparing, then rushed into action. She was dressed in heals, stockings, garters and a beautiful black dress, which was the usual type of evening wear that was expected of her. Not tonight. She stripped herself of all her clothes, folding and putting everything back in its proper place. She was in a hurry, but any clothes strewn about, or in the wrong spot, could mean a real punishment spanking. She wanted tonight to be fun.

   Next she opened the bedroom closet, pulled out a large black trunk and placed it against the wall next to the bed. Opening it, she stacked and straitened the toys that were strewn about the bottom, her husband liked everything organized. Pulling out the black leather collar and leash, she fastened it around her neck.

   Scurrying back to the kitchen she checked the time on the clock, she couldn’t have more than a few minutes left. The sauce looked done, the noodles were ready; she started covering everything and turning all the burners off. It would be a while before they ate.

   At the door, she knelt on the carpet several feet from the entranceway right where she was instructed to be, and waited…


   He opened the front door and there she was, right where she was supposed to be, that in itself brought a smile to his face. He set his case down next to the door. She kept her eyes fixed right at his as he walked over. She reached out, unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and went to work.

   She had performed this job literally hundreds of times before; she knew how he liked it. She started by lifting the yet only slightly swollen shaft, and licking it entirety from base to tip several times.  Then she dropped her face below his groin so that she could lick and suck his scrotum while looking strait up into his eyes. Once it had grown to a state near completely erect, she took it into her mouth exhaling while making a noise she knew he wanted to hear. It was something between a moan and a gasp. He reached down with his right hand and started fondling her breast while she worked. Caressing, kneading, and pinching. Her lips were wrapped around the shaft, bobbing her head up and down on it, each time taking in a little more. Her tongue pressed firmly against the bottom of his cock, riding the length as her head moved.

   His right hand moved to grab the leash only several inches away from her neck, giving her very limited movement on the line. His left hand moved around to grab the tuff of hair at the crown of her head. Holding her in place he started thrusting, pushing a little deeper than she had on her own.
Several dozen pumps later he let go of the leash and pulled out. She was slightly out of breath. Using her hair he tilted her head back and rubbed his cock all over her lips, chin and around her mouth.

   “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” She complied instantly.

   Forcing her head sideways so that she was facing to her left, he rubbed across her tongue, slowly fucking the semicircle her lips made. Stopping every few thrusts to rub the tip around on her tongue, moving her face where he wanted. He had complete control over her head and mouth.

   “Go get the lube, get your ass ready, and meet me in the living room.” She stood up and rushed off to that black trunk in the bedroom. He watched her ass bounce as she left the room in that hurried brisk walk. I might even find a reason to spank her tonight, he thought.

   He paused for a moment to strip his clothes off and drape them over the chair in the sitting room. He wanted to make sure she had enough time to prepare herself. She was on her knees in the middle of the living room when he arrived. The lube was sitting on the coffee table, he could see from the sheen around her crevice that she had already prepared herself. She had another dollop of it in her palm and worked it onto his throbbing member when he walked up to her.

   Grasping her by the forearm, he took her and bent her over the arm of the couch, her face pressed against the seat cushion. She reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart. He rubbed the tip of his dick up and down her crack and around her rose bud. She was breathing heavy with anticipation.

  He positioned his tip on target and started to slowly and mildly push. Working past the initial muscle with relative ease, the head was all the way in with the first thrust. Quietly she made an unmistakable noise he knew to mean a mixture of pain and pleasure. He reached forward and placed his left hand on her upper side between her breast and back. His right hand found its place squeezing the flesh and muscle at her hip. As he pushed further he could feel her exhale. His pelvis made contact with her ass before he started his retreat. He began a slow rhythmic pump which resulted in intoxicating moans and noises from her almost immediately.

   Her moans grew louder as he picked up the pace. Her hands left her ass cheeks and moved to prop up her torso. His left hand found the leash still attached to her collar, and he pulled on it like you would the reins of a horse, forcing her to arch her back and expose her ass further.

   Absolutely overwhelmed with excitement he slowed the pace a little but increased the force and intensity of each thrust. He stopped after each impact, buried deep inside her, to enjoy the second of momentum that would jerk her forward. The gritting of her teeth coupled with her lust filled gasps now made the noises that came out of her sound more like growls.

   The noise from him slamming into her reverberated around the room and just intensified his aggressive thrusting. He pounded away for what seemed to her like an eternity, until finally he pulled her into a standing position, her back against his chest. He enveloped her tiny form in his arms, one around her chest the other around her stomach as he held her tight. He had stopped the thrusting to hold himself inside her as deep and as hard as he could, a vein attempt to just bury himself all the way to her stomach.

   She could feel the sudden swelling inside her and let out a beautiful moan of ecstasy as he leaned forward to kiss her neck just below her earlobe. All of the sudden he relaxed all the tension in his body and just held onto her for a moment.

   He pulled out of her, led her by the wrist to the corner where he sat down in his armchair, and she knelt down to clean him up. He watched as she licked and sucked every bit of his manhood again.

   “Thank you so much for that” she said, with her big doe eyes trained right on his where she knew he wanted them. He caressed her cheek and smiled down at her. God she looks beautiful, he thought.

   After a few minutes he sent her off to the bathroom to get cleaned up for dinner. He found his boxers, slid them on, then went of to the kitchen to pour a glass of Johnny Walker Blue. The night was just starting.