A Reluctant Master

Karen collapsed on top of me as our orgasms faded. I wrapped my arms around her, cradling her head in my hand as she gave my collarbone a tired kiss. We panted in and out of sync for a time, coming back down.

“Ooohhhhhhh, thank you, Pete. I know you were ready well before I was – thank you for waiting.”

I hummed happily and replied, “For you I’d do anything; it isn’t that hard really-”

“Well, still there, but I’d say it’ll be gone in another minute,” she retorted, clenching her pussy around my softening prick. We laughed for a second, then rested in the afterglow.

Then she asked.

“Anything?”

“Huh?” I snapped out of my daze and tried to backtrack to what my wife was talking about.

“Peter, you said you’d do anything for me.” Karen looked up into my eyes, suddenly very serious and just a little worried. That sobered me up completely. “Is that true?”

I didn’t snap off an immediate response, but looked back at her for a moment with concern as I weighed this question. “Yes,” I replied firmly. “Anything. I’d rob, lie, cheat, kill and die for you if necessary – you’re more important to me than anything else in life.”

Karen moved her arms up to hug me and I enclosed her in a strong embrace again. “Oh, Pete. I love you too – more than anything.”

A breath.

“And I have something to ask of you – it’s nothing illegal, but you might…it may…I don’t know…” She was getting nervous now.

I moved my hands to her head and made her look me in the eye. “Ask. If it’s in my power, I’ll do it. I can’t guarantee I’ll like it – scrubbing the bathroom down comes to mind as a distasteful chore – but I’ll do it for you anyway.”

The look she gave me was worth bathroom duties for several eternities. She smiled, full of love for me and of admiration that I loved her this much. Her eyes were getting glassy from moisture, and she sniffed. “Thank you. Even before I ask, thank you for listening. But, even so, I’m not sure if you’ll want to do this; it’s a little weird.”

Ah. ‘Weird’ – she probably wanted something kinky in the bed next time; big deal. She’d indulged me with things occasionally. I’ll fulfil this for her, no problem.

Or so I thought.

“Peter, I…I want you to hurt me.”

* * *

“Hurt? What, like rough sex?”

“Um…not quite. I want you to punish me; spank me.”

I understood what was required to grant the request, but I was having trouble figuring out WHY. “Why? Did you do something wrong?”

The moment was broken in Karen’s mind, apparently. “Forget it – I shouldn’t have asked – it’s silly.” She hurriedly moved to get up. To hide her embarrassment, I imagine.

I hugged her, holding her on my chest. “It’s not, or you wouldn’t have asked. Now explain what you want from me.”

Kar looked wretched, her eyes avoiding my gaze, her body squirming in my embrace. “Well…I want you to dominate me.”

“What? How?”

She finally looked me in the eye. “Pete, do you know what dominance and submission is all about?”

“Vaguely. It’s about one person getting off on controlling another, right? The dominant needs to master others. The submissive is the opposite – they derive pleasure from being told what to do; to be a slave.”

“Yes. And I never told you this, but I’m a sub.”

“Sub?”

“Short for submissive. Before we met…well, you know you were kind of a ‘transitional man’ for me, right?”

I nodded at the memory of our early days together, back in college. “Yeah, you were dumped rather heavily and at first we were just friends; I was the cry-on shoulder.”

“Yeah. Well, that guy that dumped me; he and I had a D&S relationship; he was my master.”

“What? You? Miss My-Way-or-the-Highway?”

She closed her eyes and nodded. “Yes, I know I’m a strong- willed person, but that’s only at most times. There’s a side to me that likes to relinquish control; to let someone else take over.”

I thought about that; Karen had gotten her MBA a year ago, and already had made her way into lower management. I’d completed my Masters of Engineering two years ago, but hadn’t advanced as far as her; it wasn’t really my desire to administrate. My wife, on the other hand, was *driven*.

Usually. I also remembered days when we would get home from work and Kar would simply flop down on the couch, ask me to fix ‘something’ for dinner, relinquish the TV remote and watch *anything* I felt like, and so forth. It was as if she was burnt out, and just needed to rest on autopilot for a while.

“Okay, I can see that; some days being in charge all the time wears on you and you need a break?”

Her hug tightened a little. “Exactly, love. And that break also applies to the bedroom; sometimes I just want to follow someone else’s lead.”

“Want to? But we’ve been married two years now, and been a couple for another year or two before that – you’ve never said anything about this before-”

“I know. I should have said something, but at first I thought it might scare you off – ‘yuck, she’s a kink freak’. And later on, it seemed worse; by the time we got married, it felt like it was too late, you’d be offended that I’d kept this secret from you.”

I stroked her cheek. “Never. It sounds a little unusual to me, but I’d never think less of you – even if…oh, you had a thing for…” I rolled my eyes, trying to think of the weirdest, most kinky thing I imagine. “I dunno, you liked lesbian bestiality: you could only get off while licking a female dog’s cunt!”

We both burst out laughing at the ludicrous idea I had come up with. “All right, all right! I’ll remember that your mind is as open as the Russian steppes!” She calmed down and gave me an affectionate peck on the chin. “And thank you understanding, and for caring enough to want to.” We cuddled a little more.

Then I got to thinking. “So, what’s necessary for me to be your…what would I be called?”

“Dom.”

“As in DeLuise?!?”

Kar gave me an amused but exasperated sigh. “As in dominator. Other terms are ‘top’ – as in ‘he’s my top’ – or simply ‘master.'”

“Ah, I like the last one.”

“Thought you would.”

“And what would your master do?”

Karen’s eyebrows shrugged as she shook her head a little. “Well, whatever he – you – would want to. Sex your way – oh, and this sort of thing isn’t always just sex; many doms have their subs do the housework, and suchlike. It’s a chance to further exert control, and it’s a great chance to find flaws in the sub’s behaviour and punish her for it.”

“Punish?”

“Yes, punishment is a big thing in a D&S relationship; it’s the point where the sub is really shown that her dom is in charge.”

I wasn’t so eager about this. “And what’s done for punishment?”

“Relax, nothing that bad,” she said, calming the concerns that she knew I had. “A dom could merely withhold something from his sub – ‘No sex all day for breaking that plate, and if you masturbate, I’ll know and punish you even worse!'”

“Heh; that sounds evil. I dunno if I could enforce that, though – it’d mean no sex for me, too!”

“Or you could restrain me.” Funny how she’d already shifted the tense from ‘the dom and the sub’ to ‘you and me’. “It could be as simple as cuffing my hands behind my back for a while. Or as elaborate as chaining me up so my toes just touch the floor, using a bar to spread my legs apart, putting nipple clamps on my breasts, filling my mouth with a ball gag, and sliding a butt plug up my ass.” Karen’s voice was getting a little soft, her eyes unfocused as she apparently looked back down memory lane. “Then stuffing my pussy with a large, humming vibrator. And then leaving me like that for an hour with the warning to keep the dildo in my pussy, even though it’s so long only half of it is inside me.” I felt her pussy clench around my cock.

“Reliving glory days, darling?”

She snapped out of her reverie. “Oh! Um…heh.” She was blushing. “Sorry,” she whispered, “I know you don’t like this stuff.”

I pushed her head up and kissed her. “No, you only know I’ve never shown an interest in this stuff.”

“You mean…”

“No, I’m not a closet dominator, waiting to whisk you off to my secret dungeon. But as you said, I’m very open minded – we do have an unfinished basement.”

My wife gave me another thankful look. “Oh, I love you.” Her hug said the same thing.

“As well you should…slave.” Karen tensed up at my last word, the muscles in her cunt doing wonderful things to my manhood.

My mind started racing ahead, laying track for a plan. “So I take it you’re also into bondage from that lavish description you gave earlier. Something from your past? You never did answer your master’s question.” Her quick intake of breath told me I was having the desired effect.

“Yes. I thought back to one time that Dave, the guy I-”

“Yeah-yeah; I know – you really liked being trussed up like that?”

“Well, yes and no. Obviously it was uncomfortable, and humiliating a little. But those feelings actually excited me – that’s the appeal of being a sub: the thrill.

“And of course, I was being stimulated sexually the entire time of my punishment.” Another clench on my hardening prick. “I lost track how many times I came in that hour.”

“Sounds like an expensive kink.” I could tell Karen was getting worried, even if I couldn’t see her.

I smiled. “But…bondage and restraint is more a state of mind, isn’t it? I could, oh…I dunno-” I hugged my wife to me, shifted us to one side of the bed and rolled us over, placing her under me. “Simply hold you down forcefully while I have my way, couldn’t I?” I moved her arms above her head, holding her slim wrists in my hands.

Karen’s eyes burned with excitement. She swallowed nervously, and bit her lip slightly. “Um, Pete? It’s getting late – we both have to work tomorrow. Sleep-”

“Is going to be denied you for a while, slave. This little sub of mine is going to be reminded that when her master asks a question, it should be answered and not ignored and pushed aside.”

Kar was breathing heavily, and I could feel her nipples pressing into my chest. As I began to shift my cock within her moistening pussy, I told her “And my punishment for this slave is going to be a long, hard fuck.”

“How long?”

“Until I decide you’ve had enough – should you pass out, I’ll wait until you wake tomorrow morning and carry on where I left off.” She gasped, part from the thrill, and part as I plunged my cock fully into her cunt.

As she started the climb to the first of several orgasms that night, Karen looked me in the eye, tears of happiness welling up, and whispered. “Thank you.”

I grinned evilly. “‘Thank you,’ WHAT?”

“Thank you, Pete?”

“No.” I thrust harder to emphasise that.

“Thank you, sir?”

Now she was teasing me, so I let go of her hands and pinched her nipples. She half-gasped, half-cried out at that. “One last try, slave.”

She paused, almost afraid to say it, in case it turned out to not be true. I nodded to reassure her. “Thank you…. Master?”

I smiled, twisted the engorged nubbins in my grasp, and shifted the path of my prick to brush the top of her cunt walls and that glorious knot of nerves. She bridged herself, shoulders and feet holding both our bodies up as she orgasmed.

* * *

In the end, Karen outlasted me. After another hour I simply didn’t have the strength to fuck, even if my cock was still capable. She gave me a hint of what was available to me by suggesting that my slave clean her master up. I assented and she licked my cock clean as I flopped back on the bed. She dutifully sucked me off, as she would sometimes do when I deserved a treat, and surprised me by swallowing my load.

As she snuggled up alongside me, I thanked her for everything: the blow job, the late-night bout of sex, and most of all for trusting me enough to reveal her secret fantasies and asking me to help her fulfil them.

But could I? This past hour was exhausting mentally as well as physically; I was normally a caring, gentle lover – I’d follow her lead as we built slowly to a fever pitch. I enjoyed giving Karen a long, relaxing massage before we made love. I had to remember to be hard, strong and controlling with her.

“What have you gotten yourself into now, Petey boy,” I asked myself as I lapsed off into slumber.