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Beth Takes Charge
by atomulatta (no address supplied)
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A submissive wife turns the tables on her dominant
husband. (MF, d/s, bd, toys, spank, anal-play)
***
Beth loved it when her husband took her down to the
basement room. She wasn't sure what twisted part of her
psyche made her enjoy the domination so much, but every
time Shane took her down there, she wanted more.
Sometimes she even did things on purpose, knowing Shane
would "punish" her for them later. Every time, Shane
seemed to come up with new and arousing ways to dominate
her. Just the thought of the secret basement room made
her hot and wet.
One day she called to her husband, "Shane? Can you help
me? I want to get rid of all those old homeschooling
books, but the trunks are too heavy for me. Can you help
me get them out of the basement?"
Shane was vaguely annoyed at being interrupted, but he
knew that tiny Beth really did need help with those
trunks. At least she was getting rid of books. Sometimes
he thought that they had the whole Library of Congress
in their house.
"Coming!" he called. He thought about the room in the
basement. He hadn't taken Beth there for several weeks.
Maybe they needed another session after they moved the
books.
Beth had moved things out of the way in the main
basement to make a path for the trunks. He reached down
with both hands to lift one end of the trunk, and stared
in bafflement at the handcuffs that had just been
slapped on his wrist.
"What the hell?"
Beth wrapped a length of leather around his neck, and
drew him into the other basement room.
"Beth, this isn't funny!" he warned.
Beth just smiled, "I think you need a taste of your own
medicine."
He had been so dumbfounded at his docile wife acting
this way, that he didn't even notice that she had
quickly attached the handcuffs to the pulley.
"Caught in your own trap, aren't you?" She taunted. With
the pulley system, she was able to pull his hands over
his head, even though he tried to resist.
After securing him, she walked around him thoughtfully.
"Hmm, too many clothes." She pulled out a pair of
scissors.
"Beth!"
She ignored him as she cut his shirt and pants off him.
"How the hell did you get the key?" He was furious.
"Men are not as imaginative in their hiding places as
they think they are." She responded coolly. Okay, I'll
see you in a bit." She turned and started to walk out
the door.
"Beth there is no way you're going to leave me here!"
She blew him a kiss as she left the basement.
Now he was really worried. She had left the door open.
Anyone who came down would be able to see him, naked and
chained to the ceiling.
A long time later, he heard footsteps on the stairs "Oh,
God, please let that be Beth."
Beth sauntered through the door, wearing one of her old
robes. Shane was relieved. She'd probably come to her
senses and would let him down now. There was no way his
submissive wife was going to go through with this.
She dropped the robe and he stared. Black leather
corset, crotchless panties, fishnet hose, and mile high
spiked heels. Who the hell was this?
She walked around him thoughtfully. He tried to turn
with her, but the handcuffs prevented him. He could feel
her watching him from behind. The silence was starting
to unnerve him.
WHAM!
Her hand hit his backside loudly. He jumped, and tried
to turn, to no avail. "Beth!" He pleaded.
"You may call me Mistress!" she snarled, as she whacked
his ass several more times.
He couldn't help it. He'd never been on the receiving
end of this, and he was finding it strangely arousing.
Seeing his quiet, docile wife in black leather, and
hearing her order him, he was becoming hard as a rock.
"Hmm," she purred, as she stalked around to his front
again. "You seem to like that."
She walked behind him again, and he tensed, anticipating
more blows. At first there was nothing, and then he
heard the swish of leather, and felt the riding crop
smack his ass. He couldn't help it, he groaned, and then
groaned again as he remembered what he would do to Beth
when she made noise.
"Silence!" She barked.
His ass was burning now, and he knew it was bright red.
He was incredibly turned on, and his dick was begging
for some attention. "Please, Beth." He begged.
WHAP!
"What did I tell you to call me?"
"Mistress! Please Mistress!" If she didn't pay some
attention to his dick soon, he might explode.
"Oh, no, we're just getting started." She stood in front
of him. Her breasts had spilled out of her corset. "Suck
them, Slave!" She commanded.
He was only too happy to oblige. He frantically sucked
each breast in turn, hoping that if he got her turned on
enough, she would let him go so he could fuck her.
He could tell she was turned on, because he could see
one hand playing with her pussy, but she made no move to
let him go. She backed away, until she was leaning
against the trunk in the corner. She continued to play
with herself, slowly rubbing her fingers on her lips,
and inside of herself. She knew how much he liked to see
her make herself come, but this was pure torture.
She laughed, "I'm so wet, don't you wish you could come
over here and see for yourself?"
He pulled hard against the chain, but he had built it
too well, and there was no way he was going to get loose
until she let him out of the handcuffs. "Please
Mistress, please let me fuck you. Please let me make you
come."
She came towards him. "I'm not sure you've been punished
enough, Slave."
She picked up the riding crop again. He winced in
anticipation, but then he felt the leather sliding up
between his legs, and rubbing his balls. His breath
caught. Then the end of the crop slid between his ass-
cheeks and tickled his asshole. He froze. He felt the
crop withdraw, and then the other end rubbed against
him.
"How do you like being on the receiving end, Slave?" he
heard his wife whisper.
He'd sometimes fleetingly wondered how it would feel,
but he knew Beth would never be able to bring herself to
do to him what he did to her. She was still trying to
cope with the fact that she enjoyed ass play, something
a good Catholic girl was not even supposed to know
about, much less enjoy.
Where had this dominatrix come from? Not that he was
complaining. The tip of the riding crop felt incredible
rubbing against his sensitive flesh. Too soon, it was
withdrawn, and he suppressed a sigh. Even that much had
been a stretch for Beth, and he supposed she could not
bring herself to go any further.
A split second after he heard the humming, he felt the
vibrator pressed against his ass. "You didn't think I
was going to stop there, did you Slave? I told you that
you needed a taste of your own medicine."
His mind completely stopped working. She didn't really
mean what he thought?!
She pressed the vibrator a bit harder. He groaned and
squirmed.
"Beg for it slave. I want to hear you beg for it. What
do you want me to do?" The vibrator withdrew a bit.
"No, don't stop." He heard himself whimper.
Her voice was harder. "Slaves have to beg for it, don't
they?" The vibrator slapped against his ass.
He remembered every single time he had made her beg for
him to fuck her ass. Was this what she felt like?
Totally humiliated, and yet totally turned on? Turned on
enough that she would do anything to feel that pleasure?
He could hardly hear himself, "Please Mistress, fuck my
ass."
"I can't hear you!"
He tried again "Please mistress, fuck my ass!"
"What a naughty slave you are." Her hand landed on his
ass a few more times and he moaned loader. He felt her
hand slip between his legs and rub lubrication there. It
began to feel warm, and he felt her finger slip inside
him. He was suddenly glad of the chain holding him up,
as he didn't think he could stand up by himself. She
pressed against his prostate, causing him to writhe
frantically. His dick was harder than stone, now.
She rubbed around his hole, and then slid two fingers
inside. The pleasure was mind-blowing. He was moaning
and whimpering. She withdrew her fingers, and gently bit
his ass. He jumped, and then felt the vibrator press
against him again. Her fingers had just been the warm
up. She slowly slid the vibrator inside, taking her time
with his virgin asshole.
He felt the vibrations inside him, stimulating his
prostate. She began to slide the vibrator in and out,
slowly at first, and then faster. His voice was hoarse
as he heard himself saying, "Yes... more... yes."
The intense vibrations and the in and out motion threw
him over the edge. He shot stream after stream of milky
fluid clear across the room. Hanging in the chains,
exhausted, he felt his wife slowly withdraw the
vibrator. She released his hands and he fell to his
knees on the floor.
She stood in front of him with a questioning look on her
face. He reached up and grabbed her. Dragging her down
to the floor with him, he pushed her knees open and
buried his face between her legs. She squealed, and he
licked her forcefully, roughly stimulating her clit
until she was writhing under him, and then convulsing in
orgasm.
After she caught her breath she smiled, "I guess you
liked your medicine then?"
He was still speechless at the thought of his sweet wife
becoming a dominatrix, and he wrapped his arms around
her and nuzzled her ear. "I am completely at your mercy,
Mistress."
END
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