Chapter 1
The day dawned quietly, the soft early morning light peeking through the thick velvet curtains that helped close in the comfort of the night.
She rose as she always did before Him and slipped into her blue silk wrap, pulling it tight around her. The fullness of her breasts was barely covered, as was the soft curve of her ass, the soft material skimming her flesh as she left the room.
She opened the door quietly so as not to disturb Him and walked down the stairs, her heart beating deep within her breast.
Today, she was to be disciplined. She was to learn her place within His life.
Today she was to take the slave stance and sit at His feet until He allowed her to move.
The children, if indeed you could call them children at 15 and 17, would be out at school and college from 8:30 in the morning until 3:30 in the afternoon, and she was to be at His beck and call through those hours for the next three days, and over that time her prime function was to serve Him as and when He saw fit.
They had lived a D/s lifestyle for a little over two years now, and while He had total control over her and her life in the bedroom, He rarely exercised His right over her when the children were about so that she was not embarrassed by the life they chose to live. There was, of course, no real need to exercise much control, as she willingly sat at His feet of an evening, and the children saw nothing out of the ordinary in that. Any more than they saw anything other than a loving couple with a strong man and a woman who adores him.
Lately, however, he has exercised a little more openly, and she was not sure she was ready for it.
Both the children knew He was very much the Master in the home and that she was His submissive, but in order not to embarrass them, He was careful not to push things too far with her in front of them. They had been open and honest with the children as their relationship had flourished but had never been openly sexual, as good parents shouldn’t be, and he has always been careful to keep any form of control out of their view.
But for the next three days she was to learn that in front of them or not, she was His to own and command.
She made her way to the kitchen and made herself a cup of tea and toast for breakfast, eating in the sunlight sitting room that suddenly didn’t look so homely or welcoming. The dining table at one end was a large, sturdy wooden one she’d bought with her when she moved to the city, and suddenly its solid tabletop took on a slightly sinister appearance as somewhere for her to be tied flat and left helpless.
She squirmed a little on the couch and realized that around the room there were areas and items that could be used to enforce what He wanted while this learning session was ongoing, and she stood, heart pounding, as even her pretty candles—unused as yet—took on a whole new meaning. She moved silently to the kitchen and washed the two items quickly.
She went back into the sitting room with a glass of orange juice, chilled and fresh from the fridge, and settled for a few moments longer in front of her computer to go through her mail. She knew He would be getting up soon and wanted to have a cup of tea waiting for Him next to His computer.
Her heart began to pound slightly as she heard Him moving, then His footfall on the stairs, and smiled with sparkling eyes as He walked through the door and made to stand to greet Him, and then stopped as she saw the look on His face.
He stood in the doorway, scowling with narrow eyes. He growled out at her, “Dressed slut?”
She looked down at her naked body covered only with the silk wrap and looked back up at Him, nodding softly.
“Get back upstairs now and strip. Who told you what to wear this morning? Come back down wearing stockings and your heels. GO. NOW.”
His last two words were shouted at her, and she jumped at the tone of his voice.
She scrambled from her chair, almost falling in her haste, and moved quickly to the doorway to slip past Him, gasping as He caught her by the arm and hissed, “Bring your collar and cuffs down as well, slut.”
Nodding, she whimpered and rushed up the stairs with a strangled sob. He’d not used that tone with her for months. Not since the last big fight they’d had over his family.
She entered the bedroom and leaned against the door, taking a deep breath.
Oh god… This was going to be worse than she thought. She knew He was determined to put her through a disciplined regime, but that tone of voice?
How far was she going to have to go?
She slipped the silk wrap from her body, the sleepy warmth of the bedroom still comforting her skin, and walked to her wardrobe, searching for the box of stockings. Taking a pair of barely black, laced-topped hold-ups, she sat on the bed and took a deep breath. Steadying herself, she rolled the first one, then the other, up along the long, slender legs and smoothed the tops down.
Adjusting them so that a full four inches of thigh were naked, she allowed her fingers to lightly brush the smooth, shaved lips of her cunt, startled at its moistness already, and wondered for the umpteenth time, would He fuck her after all this?
Or would she be left wanting and needy and begging for release?
She bent to the bottom of the wardrobe and pulled out the five-inch heels and looked at them. They were impossible to walk far in, and he’d bought them with one thing in mind. They were one of two pairs of what were known amongst sexually like-minded people as CFMs—Come Fuck Me shoes. They were hardly ever worn outside of the bedroom, and if they were, the occasion usually called for her to do no more than walk across a floor and sit all night.
They added extra height to her already long, tall body, but they placed her cunt and ass at the exact height needed for Him to slide His cock into her with no discomfort or knee-bending positions when he wanted to take her from behind.
Standing once more to slip her feet into them, she steadied herself and took a deep breath before making her way across the room to her chest of drawers and kneeling to the bottom one, tucking her legs beneath her and opening it.
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This was their toy box drawer. With items they’d gathered over the years that they still added to and used regularly. Not only did her mindset see her submitting to Him, but sexually, they could only be described as kinky and explorative!
She rummaged through the various toys and items she had in there until she found the one-inch dog collar and leather cuffs and held them to her breast. The collar was the first one he’s ever bought her and had almost caused her to pass out in delight the night he placed it about her swanlike neck and the cuffs. Oh god... it had been an age since He’d had her wear them simply because He liked her to be able to touch Him as much as He loved to touch her.
He was always mindful that their sex life didn’t spill out into their public family life, so it was rare she had the collar on, but she could remember the day he’d placed it on her neck as though it were yesterday.
She’d kneeled silently in front of Him, scantily dressed in the chiffons and laces He loved, her thighs neatly together, her back straight, eyes lowered as He’d bent to kiss her neck and had slowly slipped it around her neck and fastened it a little too tightly around her neck. The reasoning He’d said was to remind her of how tightly they were bound together as one, then had loosened it as His mouth had taken hers in a long, slow kiss. At the same time, He’d eased her thighs open, whispering against her eager mouth that they were never to be closed to Him from that day onwards.
She made her way a little unsteadily down the stairs, mindful of the spiked heels, and walked slowly into the sitting room, holding her breath as she stood quietly before Him.
He looked up at her from the couch, arched an eyebrow at her, and pointed to the floor. “Well, slut? Do you think you should be standing?”
She sank slowly to her knees, whimpering softly and instantly biting her lip. She eased her thighs open, mindful of her already moist cunt, straightening her back, the stance causing her breasts to arch upwards, her eyes lowered to look at his feet.
“Lower, slut, and remember this is the stance you will take at all times when I wish to have you for use and serving.”
She shuffled her body back a little and lowered her upper body forward and downward to the floor, the nap of the carpet brushing her already hardening nipples, and groaned softly as her heart began to beat deeply with her breast. Her fingers reached out to barely touch the tips of His toes, and then arched, almost purring, as His hand ran slowly over her head, shoulders, and back.
He bent over her body to run His hand over the curve of her ass, the movement causing His stiff cock to brush her face, and without thinking, she moved her head to lick the stiff length, gasping out loud as His hand yanked a handful of hair, dragging her head up to look into her eyes.
“You do not touch unless I say so, slut.” He moved his hand lazily along the length of her spine to cup the curve of her ass, landing a sudden, sharp smack on the flesh. She yelled as the hand landed, leaving the flesh hot and pink. His hand took her hair again and eased her body upwards until she was on show again and allowed His hand to move over her skin, skimming it lightly, using both the back of His hand and His fingertips. Cupping the fullness of her breasts gently, then rolling the taut nipple between His forefinger and thumb, watching as she began to arch towards Him, seeing her body stiffen as He began to pinch and twist the tip. Slowly but surely stretching her nipple outwards, chuckling low under his breath as she arched sharply to try to ease the pain.
Releasing it suddenly and watching as it bounced back, he snarled as her body sank back onto its haunches and yanked back up. His hand moved instantly lower still over her hot skin to be able to brush the smooth, shaved lips of her cunt as her thighs opened wider to his touch. He inhaled softly as the slick lips parted easily under His probing fingers and pushed a single finger into her cunt, watching her hips lift to meet the delving digit as He pushed it slowly in and out of the hot, wet hole.
His other hand ran softly over her pale skin, and he moved from the couch to kneel behind her, his finger staying firmly inside her cunt. He slowly eased His finger out of the hot, wet hole, and taking a handful of hair, He twisted it firmly around His hand to hold her still and let His wet finger move up the crack of her ass, watching her flinch a little as He touched the tight little hole He loved to fuck, the tight muscle tightening as He pushed the tip of His finger into the puckered ring.
He pulled her hair sharply, tugging her downwards and forwards so that her ass lifted of its own accord into the air, and pushed a little harder, watching as the dark ring began to open, hearing her soft moans, and smiling softly. He felt the tight hole finally give way as his finger slid into her and watched as her hips lifted towards him.
He began to ease His finger in and out of her slowly, teasing her tight asshole. His thumb reached down to gently nudge her clit now and then, and her breath caught in her throat as she tried to move towards him to ease the burning deep in her slut belly but was held fast by the tight grip on her hair, her body squirming a little as his finger and thumb worked her.
