Being Discovered
“Rule 6. - Ask for permission before you cum”, I read quietly.
“How did I get here again?“, I thought to myself.
“Read louder”, his voice boomed.
Trembling I picked the paper up and continued.
“Rule 7. - The proper position is on your knees”, I read louder. I could feel wetness collecting in my slit, slowly oozing out to make my panties damp.
“Rule 8. - You will wear thongs or g-strings at all times.” I read, my panties feeling wetter, my breathing was quickening, I could feel my excitement rising. I scanned the page, there were twenty-four “House rules” on this page. “How long did it take him to come up with these?” I thought to myself.
“Rule #8 may be excused for your time of the month.“, he interrupted in a commanding tone. My breath shuddered slightly.
I’m not sure if it’s reading the rules out loud, or it’s his interjections in this new commanding tone that is affecting me like this. Either way there’s a side of me that is scared out of my mind to embark on this journey, but there is also a side of me that is excited and trying to reassure and suppress that other side.
“Rule 9. - Worship the cock”, I confidently but questioningly read.
“Why the tone?“, he inquired. “Do you feel that you cannot comply with rule #9?”
“No...“, I timidly replied.
“No?” he boomed. “No.. what?, have you forgotten rule #3?”
I quickly went back to the top of the page and scanned rule #3, “No Sir!“, I quickly replied.
“That’s better”, he calmly replied. “I know this will take some adjustment on your part.”
“This has been an adjustment for me.” he shared in a quieter voice, “I didn’t know for sure this is what you needed, until just a few months ago when I made my discovery”.
He’s not looking in my direction, instead he’s looking off into the next room, but I’m not sure he sees the room. He seems to be staring off into what he sees in his mind. It’s then that I notice he’s balled up his fist that is sitting on his thigh. I can see his chest rising and falling quickly, his nostrils flaring, and then just as quickly as he became to be in this agitated state, he’s now letting go of a deep breath, and his fist loosens.
“You want... no need this, don’t you?” he questions.
I sit there for a second or two, thinking. I’ve craved the submission I once felt, the dominant in control of me. I’ve just never been sure how to ask my husband to fill this role.
“continue..“, he once again commands.
“Rule 10. - When being spanked for being naughty, count.“, I read. The words while simple, carry great meaning. I feel my heart surge.
The few times I’ve asked to be spanked over the years when we’ve had sex, have caused me to be very aroused. When the hand would come crashing down on my ass cheek, I could feel my pussy gush with liquid. He would always remark after spanking me, on how wet my pussy would be. Yet he never associated the spanking with my aroused state.
“You like to be spanked, don’t you?” he softly inquired, then he looks my way. Yet there is a glimmer in his eye I’ve never noticed.
I nod my head yes, “Yes, sir.” replying confidently.
“Rule 11. - Be naughty”, I read trying to hold back a giggle.
“If you’re good all of the time, there wouldn’t be a reason to be spanked?” He says.
“I guess not...”
“Rule 12 - Be playful, respectful and grateful”
“As time goes on we’ll develop some definition around some that. I think you understand respectful now” He explains.
The gravity of that statement falls on me like a ton of bricks. I can feel tears filling my eyes. I wasn’t respectful. I vowed to be faithful to him. He’s my husband. Yet, late one night my urges got the better of me and I decided there wouldn’t be any harm in contacting an old boyfriend. I never meant for the conversation to turn sexual, yet it did. I just never thought my husband would discover it. I only talked with a few times over that year-long period. Most nights, weeks my husband satisfied my desires, but occasionally after he would cum and I wouldn’t that fire within would rage and this is when I’d check to see if ‘he’ was around to talk.
“That is precisely how I got here,” I determined in my mind.
While I sat there contemplating things, even though it was just a few seconds time, my husband saw the tears in my eyes and retrieved a tissue. He walks over to me confidently, and yet gently places a finger under my chin and lifts my face up so he can carefully dab the tears away with the tissue. Once he’s sure the tears are gone, he gently places a tender wispy kiss from his lips on each of my eyes. “It’s ok, sweetheart, what’s in the past is in the past. We cannot undo those things” he reassures me, “What’s important now is that you forgive yourself as I’ve forgiven you, and you work to submit fully to me, to our relationship and our marriage”. He sits down next to me, and places a hand on the small of my back, and gently rubs up and down. His touch is like electricity to my body, yet calming and soothing at the same time.
He’s right, I need to not only feel loved, appreciated and cared for, I also crave a dominant male, to push me on my boundaries, but also use my body as he sees fit for his sexual needs, yet have my desires and needs met as well.
“Rule 13 - Bare your soul to me”, I squeak out, still trying to hold tears back. He continues to rub my back, trying to calm my emotions.
“Rule 14 - Never be ashamed of getting wet”, I read calmer than before.
“I’m wet now”, I say quietly.
Gently he reaches across my lap and carefully places a hand inside my shorts. His hand trails down my panty covered mound until he feels the wet spot that has gradually been forming. “so I feel”, he quietly whispers in my ear causing me to shudder and softly moan.
“how appropriate you should respond like that...., continue” he softly says.
“Rule 15 - Do not stifle your moans”, I half read and half moan.
“As I looked into this ‘lifestyle’, I discovered that it’s not all about the gratification of the dominant, it’s a chance for each party to truly enjoy the excitement of the time together.“, he states. “Yes some of these rules are more for my benefit, but the majority are tailored to your needs. As time goes on, if this works for us, the rules may be adapted.”
“thank you.. “, I softly reply, “I’m sorry I didn’t share these desires with you sooner.”
“As I said before, the past, is in the past. Thank you for sharing now. I’ll work hard to provide for you what you need, but we need to communicate.“, he says.
“Rule 16. - Love yourself.“, I read and sigh slightly.
“Rule 17. - Be proud.“, exhaling again.
“Rules are also meant to push you outside of your comfort zone.” he quietly says, “I chose rules to help you to see you how I see you.”
“Rule 18. - You will swallow every drop.“, I shudder as the words leave my mouth. My husband doesn’t know this, but I used to love to swallow my former boyfriend’s cum. I’ve never swallowed a load of my husbands, always wanting him to cum inside of me. He’s told me a few times he would like to finish in my mouth. It’s part of my regrets from before I met my husband, the things I did back then cause feelings of betrayal to swell up inside of me now.
“I know this one may be an issue. I don’t expect you do this right away or even every time. With time you’ll come to appreciate it.“, he mentions casually, yet with sincerity in his voice, “after all, when I started going down on you, it wasn’t exactly a favorite of mine, but now I’ve come to love the taste, the smell, the feel of your juices in my mouth, even crave it to an extent.”
He pauses, then looks off in the distance again, a slight smile cracks in his lips, he continues “remember back a few months ago, the kids were both in school and I was off work that day. We went off to our bedroom and you pushed me down on the bed after stripping my clothes off of me. While I laid there, you stripped off and then crawled up to the bed. Seductively moving on your hands and knees towards my cock.“, his smile gets bigger, I notice a bulge forming in his pants, “you then casually and gently took my cock in your hand and began to lick it like a lollipop, then switched to full on sliding it in and out of your mouth. Then suddenly you stopped and slid up my body until your pussy was inches from my face. You then ground your clit onto my mouth and I proceeded to lick and nibble, until you gushed your cum all over my face.”
Again he pauses, “I.. enjoyed.. that so much.“, he turns to me placing his hand on my thigh, squeezing it, “I would enjoy it again sometime, maybe even allowing you to tie me down. Though not right now. You need to earn the privilege to entertain Daddy in that way.”
Looking down at the paper in my hand, I resume reading “Rule 19. - Earn your reward.“, for a split second I wonder how much of this he scripted. I begin to appreciate the hard work he must have put into creating this list.
I focus back on this list in my hand, and finish the last five rules,
“Rule 20. - When appropriate you will dress sexy.“, “Rule 21. - Keep Daddy happy.“, “Rule 22. - Remember who you belong to.“, “Rule 23. - Tell Daddy everything.“, “Rule 24. - Make Daddy proud.”
“I know it’s probably not my place, but I was just curious, how long did it take to come up with this list?” I ask.
“Thank you for asking. Please don’t think it’s out of your constraints to think you can’t ask questions unless you are questioning a command.“, he replies. “It took me a few weeks after my emotions cooled and my head wasn’t as fuzzy. Then after researching these desires you have, or at least what I concluded after examining the situation, I developed what I thought would be a fair set of house rules.”
“The most important thing to remember is that these are not necessarily hard and fast rules, but more guidelines for what we both want out of our relationship.“, he continued, “this is what you want, correct?“.
Our eyes meet, and again tears form and start to roll gently down my cheeks, “Yes... sir...”
With his brow furled and concern in his eyes, he took my head gently between his hands, and leaning towards me kissed the trails on my cheeks. Letting go of my face and slumping back into his chair, he hung his head, saying quietly, “It was too much, I pushed it too much. I shouldn’t have gone this far.”
“Are you sure that this is what you want?” he questions again.
I stare at him with tears filling my eyes. ‘Is this what I want?’ I think to myself. At times I feel this need to be dominated, for a man to tell me when to cum, how to cum. To tell me where to touch myself, or what to wear. ‘Yes this is what I want, what I need’ I decide to myself. Quietly I rose from my chair, setting the “House Rules” sheet on the dining room table. I walked around to his right side, and since we were alone in the house, I began to unbutton my top. Slowly I let it slip off my shoulders until I carefully pulled one arm and then the other. Dropping my top on the floor besides his feet, he finally looked up at me.
A small smile formed on his lips, a twinkle in his eye flashed as he realized what I was doing.
“Rule 4. - When we are alone I am to be naked.“, I repeated from memory, slightly adapting it since I was reciting it, while I smiled my devious smile that he loves so much. I then unsnapped my shorts and hook the waistband with my thumbs and gently push them off my curvy thighs.
I’ve known that guys are visual creatures, but looking in the mirror I could never figure why he was so attracted to me. As I stood back from finishing pushing my shorts off my feet, I notice the bulge in his pants is growing again. As I slip my bra straps down my arms, the bulge twitches slightly. My boobs are no longer perky, after 3 kids and finding myself past forty, my boobs no longer sit high and point out. Instead they droop and sag, once full of milk, now they jiggle with the slightest movement, yet he loves to stare at them every chance he gets. I reach back to unsnap my bra, but can’t quite reach. He jumps out of his chair and reaches behind me unsnapping my bra with one hand while squeezing my ass under my panties with his other, all the while placing a passionate kiss on my lips. “thank you,” he breathy whispers to me.
“Rule 21. - Keep Daddy happy”, I reply quietly and breathy as well, as I reach down and rub the bulge in his pants.
“Is Daddy happy?” I ask, “or is that me being naughty?” with a glint in my eye, while biting my lip in that seductive way he likes.
“Daddy is getting there...” he replies, as he sits back down in his chair.
By now I drop my bra on top of my jeans and blouse on the floor. Smiling back at my husband, my “Daddy”, I hook my thumbs into my panties and push them down my legs. The crotch is caught between my thighs, the damp material sticking to my pussy, I continue pushing and pulling my panties to my knees. I finish flicking them off of my foot and they land in his lap.
Lifting them to his nose, he takes a deep breath in, and exhales “Someone is aroused, I can never get enough of your sweet aroma”.
I bring my hands together above my pussy, squeezing my boobs slightly together, while I pull my left foot up on to my toes and pivot slightly, doing my best to be cute and innocent. He loves when I do this move, and especially so if I’m as naked as I am now.
“So I’m assuming you want to proceed with this arrangement?“, he assertively asks.
“Yes, Sir”, I reply.
“Good.” he answers, “There are a few more requests that I have then.” He get’s up from his chair and walks across the room to a box in the corner of the room. Lifting the lid he retrieves a couple of things.
“Considering the circumstances, prior to this arrangement. I feel as if you need to earn my trust again. Part of me also feels that what I can only describe as part of my love, also needs to be earned back. My heart still hurts, that instead of coming to me with these desires and feelings, you found another source to go to.” he dryly says.
I’m in turmoil inside, I never meant to hurt him, but I also never meant for him to find out. Yet I didn’t remove the evidence. I held onto the conversations I had, the pictures I sent, the pictures I received. Without thinking I let something slip, which caused his interest to pique and he found everything.
Walking back over to me, I can see straps in his hands, he stops near the table and sets things down.
“First off, I expect you to wear this at all times. I may get a few others in different materials and designs, but you will wear this around your neck at all times” he instructs as he grabs a black leather choker with a metal ring in the middle, “remember Rule #7?” he asks.
Immediately I go back through the rules in my head, “Rule 7. - The proper position is on my knees?“, I reply quietly.
He raises an eyebrow, and I realize he wants me to kneel before him.
“Look at me”, he asks. As I raise my head to look at him he places the leather collar against my neck and secures it behind my neck, making sure the ring is in the middle up front.
The choker isn’t tight, and soon after the metal warms to my skin and I don’t feel it anymore.
“The choker is a symbol of your submission to me as your Daddy, your dominant.” He says, “You will only remove it when you shower, before your shower, if I’m around, you will kneel before me and I’ll remove it from you. After your shower, you will once again kneel and I will place it back on. Whenever you are to change the choker, you will come to me with the new one and kneel.”
“Secondly, each night before we go to bed, I expect you to suck me off. Once you’ve disrobed for the night, and sometime before we head to the bedroom, I expect a blow job.”
“I know in the past you’ve not wanted me to finish outside of your pussy, so seeing how I need time to recover, I would recommend you not choose to suck me off right before we get into bed.”
“After a few months of this, if you’ve generally been good then you may bring a dildo or a vibrator to me, to have inserted into your pussy while you suck me off.”
“If you’re sick and not feeling well, I don’t expect you to suck me off.”
“Third, for at least the next 3 months, I expect your pussy to be bare. I’ve already taken the liberty of trimming my pubic hair back. If you wish me to be completely bare up to my trail, then I will trim it back too. Remember rule #9, I want you to admire and worship my cock. It’s the only cock you have.”
“I know you’re worried about razor bumps, but we’ll ensure that you don’t get any by shaving carefully and with lots of shaving cream. After you shave or I shave you, I’ll rub some baby oil in to help keep you moisturized.”
“Before we go to sleep tonight, I’ll help you with clearing yourself of hair. After 3 months, should you decide that you don’t like being completely bare and you’ve been good, you may allow it to grow back. Should you decide that you like the smooth feeling, I’ll continue to help you in keeping it bare. ”
“Fourth, within the next few days I expect you to find 2-3 anal plugs online that you wish to order. You’ll show them to me, so I can provide my approval and then place the order. Once they arrive, I expect you to wear one for a few hours each day while I’m working, and then in the evening when you get naked I also expect you to put one in.”
“From your conversation with ‘him’, it appears you like some anal play. So once you’ve become accustomed to the plugs, and worn them even while we have sex, we’ll experiment with anal sex as well.”
“Finally, when you change into your nightgown/summer dress for the evening, and before you lose that covering, you’ll also lose your thong or g-string. If you are even wearing one.”
“Remember rule #1”, he asks, “A very important rule”
“Always obey Daddy”, I reply
“Very good sweetheart,” he commends, “That means I may ask you to do things at different parts of the day, and I expect without hesitation the request to be followed. So that may mean we go out to dinner, and I ask you remove your thong while you’re seated at the table. Or I may ask you to flash your boobs at me.”
A slight soft moan escapes my lips.
“You are remembering your rules, rule #15 Do not stifle your moans, very good. Has anything I just said sound like something you can’t comply with?” he asks.
I gently shake my head side to side, to indicate no.
“Good.” he replies, “there is one other thing I forgot to mention. When you’re naked, I expect you to wear these”, he points to the remaining straps on the table, “they’re wrist and ankle cuffs. Similar to what we’ve used with the straps in bed. these just might be a tad softer”.
“I want you to wear these, because at times I may desire to strap you down, or strap your arms behind your back or to your ankles, or something, so that I can fulfill some of my fantasies.”
I stand back up and go over to the table and collect the four straps and then hold my hands out while spreading my legs apart.
“You’re learning quickly, I didn’t even need to ask.”
He takes a strap and places it around my right wrist, carefully securing the buckle. The strap is soft against my flesh. He moves to my other wrist, placing the strap around. Next, he took both straps and then knelt at my feet and gently strapped each around my ankles. While he was there, he looked at up at me, and gently kissed my pussy lips through my bush. His gentle kisses were like a spark igniting a fire in my groin.
He then stood back up. Standing in front of me, he smiled at me then leaned in and gave me another kiss, this time on the lips on my face. Before pulling back after our kiss, he whispered quietly to me, “pull my cock out of my pants”.
I wasted no time fumbling with the zipper, pulling it down and then fishing my hand through his pants to find his rock hard cock behind his boxers. Gently pulling it through the material, I was able to expose his rock hard cock to the air outside his pants. He then stepped around me and gently pulled my arms around to behind me and I heard the click of a metal snap and realized my wrists were bound together.
He walked back around to my front and gently placed his hands on my shoulders and applied some gentle pressure, I took that to mean he wanted me to kneel. He helped guide me to a kneeling position once again, which caused my face to be even with his exposed cock.
“For now I may ask, and at times I may not ask, where you would like me to deposit my cum. It may be my desire to spray it on your face, or cover your boobs with it, or have you try swallowing it. This time it’s your choice. When I feel like I’m going to cum I’ll let you know and you then can decide how I release my load.”
With that, I began to lick the head of his cock, eagerly coating it with my saliva. I then started to pump my mouth over his cock, sucking first his head and then his shaft into my mouth, lining up so his head would reach the back of my throat. It’s been awhile I realize since a cock has gotten this far back. I pull off and look up at my adoring husband, and tell him to, “grab my head with your hands and fuck my mouth, as if it’s my pussy, just when you’re about to cum try and get your head back as far in my mouth as you can and I’ll swallow your cum down my throat.” I realize that I owe it to him, after all he read my conversation about how I used to suck my prior boyfriend off. I knew that’s why he threw the rule in about swallowing every drop.
I resume sucking his cock, and first he hesitantly grabs onto my hair. I pull back again and ask, “can my hands be free for a second?”
He helps me to my feet and turns me around so he can unclasp my hands, “Thanks, I’ll be right back!” I say as I hurry off to the bathroom. I return a few minutes later, this time with my hair in two pig tails, high up on my head. It’s a look that I know turns him on. As I return to in front of him I spin back around and hold my hands together. He replaces the clips and I turn back around and manage to kneel back on my own.
I lean in and as I’m about to take his cock back into my mouth, I look up at him and say “Handles, to help you hold on to my head”, smiling my sweet, devious smile.
I quickly engulf the head of his cock again and start to suck and bob up and down on his shaft. He resumes holding my head but this time grabbing each tail in his fists and pulling back and forth, until he find his rhythm. My pussy is dripping down my thighs, I can’t believe how wet this is making me. Just then he pulls my head into his groin sharply, and exclaims, “I’m gonna cum!”
I feel his member swell, and then I feel the first jet that hits the back of my throat and then the second, I start swallowing, trying to milk his cock as much as I can while he holds my head in place. For the first time in our 25 years together, I’ve let my husband unload in my mouth. It does bring back memories, but I push them out of my head as I look up to my husband’s face and see a look of pure contentment come over him.
He releases my pig tails and wavers slightly. I let go of his cock from my mouth, and he takes a few unsure steps back and wobbles slightly looking for the chair to sit down on. As I lick my lips clean I manage to stand up and come over, turn and place my hands in front of him. He un-clips my hands. I turn back around and kneel in front of him and take his softening cock back into my mouth and work to clean him the rest of the way off.
“That was amazing!“, he exclaims.
“I’m sorry I have never let you do that before.“, I apologize in between slurps from his cock, “but I plan to make it up to you.”
That’s how the evening began when my husband, asked if I had a need to be dominated. This is just the beginning of our adventure, I have many more chapters to share.
XOXO - hillsncurves
